The traditional weapon from Southern Africa is called a knob kerrie. It's a cross between a club and a walking stick.
Similar to the Shillelagh in Ireland, considered a gentleman's weapon.
S8 E9Means to an End
How much did you pay her?
I'm a United States Senator!
How much did you pay her to frame John Curtis for rape?
Yes, add that to my... my list of felonies. I'm going to ask you to leave now.
And I'll come back with a warrant.
What would you do, Detective? If your daughter was violated the way mine was. He was gonna rape again, unless someone took the initiative.
And so you hired Ali to trap him.
Oh, God, I should've just gunned him down myself.
Beg me not to kill you. Come on, I want to hear you say it.
Never! (Spits)
Attagirl. You never did know when to give up, did you?
(To Jo) You know how some experts say that sick people... people like me, you know, that ultimately, we want to be caught? That the mistakes we make are intentional. Or that we stray from some particular course of action because we like the risk? Those experts are morons. I have no intention of being caught.
You know how most gun accidents happen and people end up shooting themselves?
Bang. You got me. You finally got me.
They always forget the one in the chamber (She shoots him dead)
S8 E10Clean Sweep
(At the crime scene of a burnt body) Hope you skipped breakfast.
That bad?
Worse. Our vic is Ryan Richards, 25 years old.
How do we know?
That's his melted driver's license right there.
What kept it burning for so long?
I'd offer the wick effect.
Right. Where clothing acts like the wick of a candle turned inside-out.
Feeding the flames a continuous supply of fuel in the form of melting human fat. It's particularly effective.
And particularly disgusting.
(About cage fighting)
I've seen a few matches. That's a brutal sport.
It's an excuse for two grown men to legally beat the bloody pulp out of each other.
So you're not a fan?
I didn't say that.
Kid definitely knew how to defend himself. Whoever did this risked a serious ass-whupping if things went south.
I'll start whacking the bushes, see if anyone was itching for a death match with our fighter outside of the cage.
Large French roast, black, paired with a blueberry scone. That is how you like your coffee, right?
I gave up coffee a year ago and I'm severely allergic to blueberries.
Of course you are. Seems your buddy Flack is quite the practical joker.
My name's Jennifer Walsh. I'm a freelancer with the Journal. I'm writing next month's cover story.
Uh, interview requests are made through the Public lnformation Office.
Truth is, I'm not a big fan of the rules. They seem to get in the way of what I want.
Did Flack tell you to tell me that, too? 'Cause I am a big fan of the rules.
All I'm asking is for five minutes of your time. You owe me that at least, considering I did try to poison you with blueberries.
Fair enough. What's your article about?
The NYPD's inability to police themselves. Specifically in matters of officer misconduct.
Ms. Walsh... (Chuckles) I have no official comment about that.
Some people say that your rigid adherence to department policy is more pliable than you let on. That you've been known to look the other way and be creative with those policies on more than one occasion.
They're entitled to their opinion.
And so are you. I came to hear your side of the story.
There is no story. I do my job to the best of my ability and I expect the same from all the officers under my command.
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