Chief:
What the hell happened out there?
Sanchez:
It's pretty amazing, Chief. Assy figured it all out by hisself.
Chief:
Talk to me.
Assy McGee:
Psychotic Deli owner loses his mind and starts poisoning the customers with radioactive polonium.
Chief:
Yeah.
Assy McGee:
[mumbling]
Chief:
Ah.
Assy McGee:
Since the half-life of polonium never wears out... [mumbling]
Chief:
Shut up for a second. What the hell does this have to do with boxing?
Sanchez:
Nothing, Chief. It's just a coincidence. The dead boxers all just happened to enjoy food from the psycho sandwich maker who runs the deli near the gym. You believe that?
Chief:
It all sounds a little far-fetched. Who gives a [bleep] as long as it's over?
Sanchez:
You know, there's still some, uh, radioactive corpses running around or whatever.
Chief:
Who knows about these corpses?
Sanchez:
Just me and this guy.
Assy McGee:
[farts]
Chief:
Good. Well, as far as I'm concerned, this case is closed. What now?
Assy McGee:
Now...let's dance.
[Assy dances]
Sanchez:
Oh, man, look at this guy, huh? He's kicking it old school. [laughs] Look at you! I didn't know you could do that.
Chief:
Take that [bleep] outside.
Sanchez:
Go, Assy! Go, Assy! Has this guy got the moves or what? This is fun. This is the most fun I've had in so long.
Chief:
GET THE [bleep] OUT OF MY OFFICE, McGEE!
