DK and Doherty were already trying to get the driver out of the damaged truck.

"We need the jaws!" DK yelled and Lombardo immediately went to get it.

Jimmy tried to jerk the door open once more and cried out in pain.

"What's wrong, Jimmy?" DK wanted to know when he saw his colleague holding his right wrist.

"I don't know, it just hurt like hell," Jimmy returned.

"Joe, you help DK, Jimmy get back to the truck. Walsh, you help him till medics get here," Johnson commanded.

When the truck door was open, DK checked the man's pulse.

"No pulse!" he informed the others and with Lombardo's and Johnson's help got him out, immediately starting CPR.

In the distance, they could hear the yelping of an ambulance coming closer fast.

Lieutenant Johnson checked on Doherty. Billy was just bandaging Jimmy's wrist.

"Billy, you're bleeding," Jimmy said and pointed at Walsh's left side of his forehead.

"I want you both checked out!" Johnson said. He suspected that Walsh must've hit his head pretty badly when they crushed into that truck. He didn't want to take any risks.

"Got it, Boss," Jimmy returned, while Walsh finished up the bandage.


When Officer Sullivan entered that Laundromat, a woman immediately addressed him.

"Officer, we're glad to see you! A man came in here about ten minutes ago, pulled his shirt up over his head and then dropped his pants!"

"He wasn't wearing any underwear, either!" and elderly woman added infuriated.

Sully couldn't help but smile. Yet he got out a pen and his notepad and started taking notes.

"So, what happened then?"

One of the women continued, "Then the man said 'Hey girls, does that remind you of something?' And then Connie said 'yeah it does – looks like a penis, only smaller!' Then she reached out and grabbed him by the hair under his tee shirt and commenced to knock the hell out of him."

Sully looked up, remembering the beat up man's face.

"Yeah, that much is obvious," he returned dryly.

"His arms were up over his head in that shirt," the woman went on.
"And he couldn't do nothing. It was over in a bout 30 seconds."

Then she added with some satisfaction, "You don't mess with Connie!"

Sully followed the woman's look to a substantial woman in the corner, nonchalantly folding sheets.

'She's right about that! I certainly wouldn't mess with Connie!' he thought, thanked the women and went back to the squad car.

"You're under arrest for presenting your privates in public," he informed the man in the back when he got back into the car.

Davis gave his partner a curious look and Sully told him the story the women had just told him.

"Well, what about the woman in there? Aren't you gonna do anything about her beating me up like this?" the man asked, both embarrassed and angry.

"I thought you told us you couldn't see her face? Davis reminded him while his older partner was preparing to pull back into traffic.

"But if you wanna go back in there and see if you can figure out who it was, we can just wait here," Sully added.

"Uhhh…no…that's okay. Let's just get away from here," the man gave in. He kept starring through the window at Connie, who was still folding clothes.

"Fine with me, let's go!"


"Congratulations, Mr Doherty! Your wrist is broken," Dr Fields announced when he had a close look at the x-ray pictures.

"Great," Jimmy sighed, still holding an ice pack on top of it.

"But you were lucky, there are no complications, so the cast will be off in 6-8 weeks."

"Great," Jimmy said again. When Dr Fields wanted to leave the room, he stopped him.

"How's the driver?"

The doctor shook his head. "Sorry, there was nothing to be done…Probably a heart attack."

That would explain why he had hit the fire engine.

"Thanks Doc."

"I'll send in a nurse for the cast…"

Ten minutes later, Jimmy Doherty's wrist was covered in a bright white cast when he joined the others in the waiting area. They were spread throughout the area. Walsh was sitting in a corner, a flesh-coloured butterfly bandage on his forehead. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be dozing. DK was having a soda, Johnson was holding a cup with coffee.

Kim spotted Jimmy first.

"Are you okay?" she wanted to know and seemed worried.

"Yeah, broken wrist…," Jimmy returned, presenting his cast.

Nurse Proctor came to join them. She looked troubled.

"Kim, Jimmy…you better come with me! Your son has just been brought here!"