Dragnet 1980
We were working the Day Watch of the Bunco Division out of Hollywood Division. The Captain was
Lemuel Plantain. My Partner is Bill Gannon. My name is Friday. I carry a badge.
And a grudge.
Bill Gannon walked into
the division and hung his Robert Hall suit on the hook on the wall at the back
of the squad. We had been partners for twenty years. We agree on most things.
Except barbeque sauce. And Politics.
“Morning Joe. Coffee?”
“No time Bill. We have to
saddle up. Got a call. Woman complaining she was defrauded. Let’s go.”
We got into an unmarked car and drove to an address off of Sunset Boulevard. It was an old decrepit house. The kind young children told stories about. Witches. Goblins. Strange straggle haired women who would try to feed you cookies and then bake you into a pie. Bill knocked on the scarred and pitted wood of the door.
We got into an unmarked car and drove to an address off of Sunset Boulevard. It was an old decrepit house. The kind young children told stories about. Witches. Goblins. Strange straggle haired women who would try to feed you cookies and then bake you into a pie. Bill knocked on the scarred and pitted wood of the door.
It swung open. A
disheveled woman stood in a stained housecoat with a soggy lit cigarette at her
lips.
“Yeah. Waddaya want?”
“Did you call the police
man? My name is Friday. Sargent Joe Friday. This is my partner Bill Gannon. We
came to investigate your complaint. What seems to be the problem?”
“Come in…come in.” We
walked into a darkened living room that stunk of menthol cigarettes and
ammonia. I stopped. There were approximately twenty cats in the room. On the
couch. The coffee table. The rest of the furniture. That was the ammonia smell.
It was cat piss.
“Sit down sit down. Just
push the fucking cats off the sofa.”
“That’s all right ma’am.
We can stand.” Bill didn’t want to get his new Robert Hall suit covered in cat
hair. It cost him fifty bucks retail. “So what seems to be the problem?”
“I been cheated. Cheated
I tell. By a scam artist. A thief. A charlatan.”
“Who would that be?”
“Why that no good Ronald Reagan.”
“How’s that?”
“He got the nomination by false pretenses. All
of these fools voted for him because he is a slick salesman. I think he is in
it so Carter can win. They are all in cahoots. He cheated that nice George Bush
out of his rightful due. He is only doing it so Carter can win even though he
is a lousy candidate. They picked Reagan because he is only an actor. He is the
only Republican that is so bad that Carter can win.”
She coughed and coughed and hocked up a lugie
that she spit on to the middle of the floor. Two cats ran to fight over it. One
pushed the other out of the way and lapped it up like it was a bowl of cream.
“That sounds a little farfetched ma’am.”
“NO IT”S NOT!” she screeched in a high pitched
whine. “I KNOW IT IS TRUE! THEY ARE IN CAHOOTS! REAGAN EVEN CALLED JIMMY CARTER
BEFORE HE ANNOUNCED HE WAS RUNNING!” Spittle was running down her chin as she
pulled at tufts of her matted greying hair and threw them on the floor where they attracted the tender mercies of her odious feline companions.
“I know what to do Joe. Just humor her for a
minute” Bill whispered to me. In a louder voice “Can I get a glass of water Ma’am?”
“What? Sure. Through there” she pointed to the kitchen. Bill walked gingerly
out of the room careful not to step on a cat or one of the many presents they
had left on the worn carpet.
I took out my notebook and pencil. I had to
humor her. “So Ma’am if you can give me the facts. Just the facts.”
“Facts? You want Facts? The facts are that
everyone knows that Reagan is just an entertainer. He is not a statesman. He
doesn’t have a plan. He used to be a Democrat. He changed all of his positions
just to get the Republican nomination. He is just doing it to get Carter
elected.”
“I don’t know Ma’am.”
Bill came back from the kitchen. He was carrying
something. It looked like it was made from tin foil. It was a hat.
“Here you go Ma’am. Try this on for size.” He
took the tin foil hat and placed it on her head. “This will help. It will stop
you from getting the secret messages that Reagan is broadcasting. We have been passing
them out to everyone in the neighborhood. Once enough people get them the
delegates at the convention will come to their senses and vote for George Bush
as the nominee. You have my word.”
“God bless you son. I will wear it proudly. Can I
offer you boys some refreshment?”
“Thank you but that won’t be necessary. We have
to go. Lots of hats to distribute.”
“Oh good well thank you. I wouldn’t want to hold
you boys up. Go and do your duty. God bless you.”
“Thank you Ma’am.”
We walked out of the house back to our unmarked
car.
“That was a tough one Joe.”
“Yes it was. You know what is going to be even
tougher?’’
“No what’s that Joe?”
“Getting the smell of cat piss out of your new
Robert Hall suit.”
(The names of the commenters have been changed
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5 comments:
I am not good at understanding symbolism. This one is too subtle for me to figure out. Was Friday driving a four door AMC Matador?
I go on the record now, I had nothing to do with this post.
Hmmm, a couple of big NC Demos won't be at Cacklepants' rally.
Looks like she's not so popular, after all.
Lol!
Just like the good 'ol days!
Brilliant.
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