License and registration please.
Are you new on the force, Officer…
(reading badge and name tag)
I know who you are, sir.
Then why the hell do you need my I.D.?
Step out of the car, please.
Why on earth would I do that?
Don’t make this harder than it has to be.
Okay, I’ll step out of the car.
(as he does)
Chief Bratton didn’t tolerate these kind of tactics when I was on the force, and I know he doesn’t now.
During this, Napolitano has checked out the Female Officer, who seems distracted, edgy. He also spots a couple of La Brea HIPSTER WOMEN walking to a coffee shop.
Turn around and put your hands on the roof.
Are you kidding me?
He turns and calls out to the pedestrians, who are watching --
Ladies, good evening!
Hands on the car!