The Shield, Season One

Glenda:
I need someone to listen to me.

Dutch:
I'm busy at the moment, but maybe one of the uniforms--

Glenda:
I said I need someone to listen to me!

Dutch:
...Okay. Did you want to report a crime?

Glenda:
I've lost track of all the crimes.

Dutch:
I don't underst--

Glenda:
I've lived in this neighborhood all my life keeping my complaints to myself. But no more. My apartment has been broken into seven time in the last four years. SEVEN TIMES! And you never catch anyone! You have got graffiti and cuss words on every single wall that you see. I've got needles on my sidewalk, beer cans on my lawn, and I stopped ducking at the sound of gunshots years ago. We can drop smart bombs down chimneys half a world away, but some sicko gets released from jail because of a computer screwup and rapes my niece! How does this make sense? I see that yellow police tape everywhere that I go. And it's all sirens and helicopters and search lights... You got mothers killing their children, children killing strangers, and maniacs flying airplanes into buildings -- and I just want life to go back to the way it should have been! [Pause] What are you doing to make us feel safe?