- What the hell's... - Police. Spread 'em!
- Got a gun? - Shamu's got one. Borrow his.
- What have we here? - That's my dick.
Oh, funny boy.
What have we here?
Looks like heroin, Gene.
You just planted that.
- What'd you say? - Wanna read me my rights?
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to have your face kicked in.
Nice.
You have the right to have your balls stomped by him.
I'll waive my rights.
What's the booking, gentlemen?
Possession of narcotics. The chief wants to talk to him.
You'll like Chief Karlin. He's a nice man.
I hear he's mellowed since he came out of the closet.
Take his picture while he still has a face.
That hurts. You've been hurting.
Give him a buzz.
Come in.
Here he is, Chief.
Easy, fellas. I'll be with you in a moment.
Did Mrs. Chief of Police help you decorate?
So... what's your name?
Fletch.
- Full name. - Fletch. F. Fletch.
I see. What do you do for a living, Mr. Fletch?
I'm a shepherd.
Officers, could you excuse us for a few moments?
Go to the gym and pump each other.
Why are you doing this?
I like men.
I like to be manhandled.
I like you.