XHans: Oooh, I get to
drive?
Penn: Are you kidding? That's forty-five minutes of perfectly good paperwork time.
Nash: Penn, my man! And this must be your new victim -- uh,
partner. Survived the whole morning, eh?
Penn: Was there something you wanted, Nash?
Nash: Well, Lowtown ain't my beat --
Penn: Yes, I'm aware.
Nash: -- but I got this call to make. And you know how map services are down there....
Penn: The VT lot at Alpha Black is the last safe place to leave a car. Follow Asbury down four blocks and turn left onto Sullivan. Keep going until you hit the square. From there you're on your own.
Nash: Any hot tips for dealing with the wildlife?
Penn: In your case? Don't.
Nash: Hah! Never let 'em tell you he's a humorless bastard. Laugh a minute, your new partner.
Penn: You'll particularly want to avoid the local tete. Nasty piece of work.
Nash: Yeah, yeah, I promise not to get bitten by any teenage werewolves. Take care, Penn.
Hans: Nice guy.
Penn: Mmm.
Hans: Nice
suit. Wish
I could afford a suit like that.
Penn: Mm-
hmm.
Hans: But you helped him anyway.
Penn: He's a
cop. I'm eccentric, not some kind of fucking maverick.
Hans: Good to know.
Penn: ... oh,
nicely done. But I'd worry more about the job if I were you. You realize it's traditional to break in rookies on the nastiest, dirtiest homicide you've got.
Hans: I'll take my chances. So, uh, what
is the first --
Penn: Forty-five minutes of wondering away.