Homicide: Life on the Street, Season 7

Briscoe:
Get ready for a federal subpoena.

Sheppard:
What are you talking about?

Briscoe:
Well, they laid one on us in New York this morning. They took every bit of evidence we had on this case. I figure you folks are next.

Munch:
You drove 200 miles south to tell us that? Good job, Paul Revere.

Briscoe:
I'm on my way to Washington anyway. You got a cup of coffee?

Sheppard:
What's going on there?

Briscoe:
The Independent Counsel shanghaied Chesley Purcell's shooter. When they found out he had nothing to say about any of the President's men, they got bored with him. They're returning him to our custody, and McCoy wants me to transport him back to Rikers, put him on suicide watch.

Munch:
You're telling me that Ned Burks killed Chesley Purcell over a lesbian's love lost? Yeah, and Jack Ruby was a grieving patriot.

Briscoe:
A cancer-ridden, grieving patriot.

Munch:
Lennie, you precious rube! Amazing how all those years on the mean streets of New York have had so little effect on your sweet, childlike brain.