"Don't move!" said Murphy, suddenly coming out of his hiding place. Doug reached for his gun but before he could shoot, Murphy put two bullets in him, one of them accidentally hitting the TV that Emil was watching his favorite show on. Infuriated, Emil reached for his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, Murphy gave him a warning. "Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me." Emil put his gun down and put his hands up. Murphy walked over him and started giving him commands. Fearing that the other thugs had heard the gunshot, he spoke his name nto his helmet's built-in walkie talkie, but got no response. Was she dead? He hoped not. He was hoping this was just some elaborate April Fool's prank. Before he knew it, he heard a gun being cocked. He turned his head to the catwalk and saw two people on the catwalk - an Asian man, and a middle-aged man with black hair. "Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?" the older man said. But Emil wasn't going to let anyone take over. Emil disarmed him, then picked up his gun from the couch and held it under Murphy's chin. "Your ass is mine." Murphy was terrified. He was hoping this was some kind of sick April Fool's joke and Emil was going to say he was just kidding and that he was too handsome to be angry at. "Not yet it ain't," he heard another male voice say. He turned his head to see a balding man with glasses walking toward him. "You a good cop, hotshot?" he said, unstrapping Murphy's helmet and taking it off to put it on Emil. "Sure you are. You must be some kind of great cop to come in here all by yourself." He took his gun and hit Murphy behind his legs, causing him to fall over backwards. Clarence our his hand on Murphy's shoulder. "You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy, do you?" "Buddy, I think you're slime." And that was not an April Fools prank, he was just being honest. But the gang still laughed at his joke and Clarence smiled. "See, I've got this problem," explained Clarence. "Cops don't like me..." Murphy knew where this was going. "So I don't like cops. And he started tauntingly moving bias gun getting ready to aim, repetitively making a strange sound that Murphy could not spell. Murphy closed his eyes, expecting to be shot in the head, it nothing happened. "Okay, fun's over." said Clarence. They left, but not without breaking Murphy's arm first. They ran out of the room. Lewis came in. "Murphy... are you alright?" "I think he broke my arm."

She managed to drive Murphy to the hospital. Murphy walked in and was out into a room. Soon, a nurse came back with a syringe. "Officer, I need you to sit up for me," she said. Murphy sat up. She injected him with a tranquilizer. "What is it?" asked Murphy. "It's just something to make you sleep so we can fix your arm." "Oh, okay." Murphy soon got sleepy. He closed his eyes. Suddenly, the nurse noticed he wasn't breathing. "Oh no! I gave him too much tranquilizer! He's dead! I'm so sorry, officer." Murphy smiled and got up. "April Fools!" "That wasn't funny, Officer!" Sometime later, he lost consciousness from the sedative. His wife and his son, Jimmy, came to visit him in the hospital. Murphy was still asleep from being sedated, but Jimmy naturally assumed he was just taking a nap. When he woke up. "Whoa. Did you really gave all those thugs by yourself? That's so cool." "You weren't worried about me?" "Why would I be? You put yourself in danger all the time." "I only put myself in danger when I have to." "But you're not afraid of anything." "I was last night," said Murphy. "You were?" said Murphy's son in disbelief. "Yes. I was afraid I would never see you again." "Oh. I guess even cops get scared too, sometimes, huh?" said Jimmy. "Mhm."