As Jake stepped forward, Rosa grabbed his arm. "Jake, it’s a trap."
Judy pulled a chrome-plated pistol from his waistband. "How about we take these guys down, and then we see who’s faster: my Solstice or your aging sedan?" "You’re on, you beautiful criminal!"
"Charles, you don’t understand. This is my Moby Dick. But instead of a whale, he’s a charming man with a silky voice and a collection of high-end Italian sports cars." Pontiac BanditBrooklyn Nine-Nine : Season 1 Epi...
Captain Holt stepped out of his office, his expression as unreadable as a granite slab. "Detective Peralta. I trust this sudden outburst of energy is related to the automotive thief you’ve been failing to catch?"
"Okay," Jake said, turning his gun toward the new threat. "New plan. We team up, we take these guys down, and then I arrest you?" As Jake stepped forward, Rosa grabbed his arm
: Balancing high-stakes police work with absurdity (the mini quiches).
Jake hesitated. This was the moment. He could take down a major theft ring, or he could finally cuff his rival. This is my Moby Dick
Back at the precinct, Holt looked at the arrest reports for the smuggling ring. "An impressive haul, Detective. But the Bandit remains at large."