"For the last time, the best cop movies, in order: Training Day and Lethal Weapon. End of discussion." Amy said. Currently, the squad were home at the precinct and discussing which cop movie were best.
"Not to forget Fargo." Y/N said nodding. Amy nodded grateful to her.
"Wrong." Jake said. "Die Hard is the best cop movie of all time. One cop heroically saves the day while everyone else stand around and watches. It's the story of my life."
Y/N shrugged. Jake had made her watch the movie hundred of times and she must admit, it was okay but not her favourite. "I like Turner & Hooch," Charles added happily. "Tom Hanks, reluctant friendship with a dog. That hits me where i live."
"No. Robocop. It's got everything I like, gratuitous violence." Rosa started but didn't finish.
"Oh, I thought you were listening things." Y/N said.
"I was. I'm done."
"Okay." Jake mumbled.
"Let's talk Bad Boys, that's the perfect cop movie." Gina said joining them. "Mr. Smith lookin' fine. A hot cup of Tea Leonie. Come on."
Terry turned to them. "Francois Truffaut's Breathless. What? Terry likes foreign films."
"Ok, there is a correct answer to this question, though," Jake said and Y/N expected him to say Die Hard, but instead he pressed on his computer. "So gather around for the greatest cop film of all time. Please refrain from texting during our presentation." Everyone gathered around him and he pressed play. "Alright so there is Hitchcock and there's an old hooker." The hooker kicked Hitchcock in the nuts and ran away. "There it is!" Everyone laughed.
"Come on guys, that happened four years ago." Hitchcock said.
"Shh, this is the best part." Jake said. "She comes back, takes the wallet, there she goes!" The hooker kicked him again. Everyone groaned.
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99th Precinct Morning Briefing
"Hey, love the sweater," Jake complimented Charles. "Who you slayin' tonight lady killer?"
"Well, we shall see, what we shall see." Charles answered in a weird accent.
"No, you're dressed exactly like the lady killer." Y/N said and pointed to a poster with a guy in the exact same sweater like Charles.
"Damn it!" Charles said. "This is Jeffrey Dahmer's corduroys all over again." He sighed and sat down.
Terry stood at the front of the room. "All right, let's get started. Scully, where are you on digitising the old case files?"
