Joe Friday is the epitome of a by-the-book, straight-laced cop. He lives and breathes codes. The California Penal Code, the Public Health Code and the Dress Code. Pep Streebeck is more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of guy. A loose cannon. A maverick. It's a partnership forged in the fires of hell but somehow, inexplicably, it works.
Joe Friday is the epitome of a by-the-book, straight-laced cop. He lives and breathes codes. The California Penal Code, the Public Health Code and the Dress Code. Pep Streebeck is more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of guy. A loose cannon. A maverick. It's a partnership forged in the fires of hell but somehow, inexplicably, it works.
The introduction to the 1967 TV show was always the same. For the movie version, the screenwriter injected a slight comical twist. Which was genius in my opinion.
Narrator
Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. For example, George Baker is now called Sylvia Wiss.
Clip 2
There's a dress code for Detectives in Robbery-Homicide. And Joe Friday likes to ensure that it is followed. To the letter.
Pep Streebeck
Say, Sergeant Friday?
Joe Friday
Who wants to know?
Pep Streebeck
I'm Pep Streebek, your new partner.
Joe Friday
Not looking like that, you aren't, Mister.
Pep Streebeck
Oh really? What's that supposed to mean?
Joe Friday
It means I don't care what undercover rock you crawled out from... there's a dress code for detectives in Robbery-Homicide. Section 3-605... point 1-0, point 2-0, point 2-2, point 2-4, point 2-6, point 5-0, point 7-0, point 8-0. It specifies clean shirt, short hair, tie, pressed trousers, sports jacket or suit and leather shoes, preferably with a high shine on them.
Clip 3
There's been a weird burglary at the City Zoo. Some animals are missing, some have been grotesquely modified.
Zoo Keeper
Now, this is the one I understand the least.
Joe Friday
Somebody must've wanted that lion's mane pretty bad to pull a twisted stunt like that.
Pep Streebeck
Although, as Mohawks go, it's not that bad. It'll grow back.
Joe Friday
Yeah? And how do you tell that to these kids, here who've never seen a lion before and now probably won't have the desire to ever see one again?
[Turning to address a group of confused looking children]
Pep Streebeck
Kids, it'll grow back.
Kids
Yea!
Clip 4
Joe and Pep have just pulled up to the gates of Jerry Caesar's Bel-Air mansion to investigate the theft of the entire month's supply of Bait Magazine. A woman answers their intercom call.
Woman
Oh, thank God! Vibrator repair!
Joe Friday
No, ma'am. Los Angeles Police Department. Sorry.
Clip 5
Joe Friday is opinionated. He doesn't tolerate softcore pornography and doesn't like the idea of helping Jerry Caesar to recover his stash of immoral, degrading and smutty literature.
Joe Friday
How much do you figure a monthly run of your... "magazine" is worth?
Jerry Caesar
Well, let's just say it's more money than you'll ever see in your life. And I do that every month.
Joe Friday
At least my money's clean.
Jerry Caesar
I'll tell you what you do, Friday, before you go home and start polishing your pennies... why don't you go out there and get my magazines back on the stand where they belong?
Joe Friday
Listen, hotshot, I'm gonna tell you something right now. I don't care for you or for the putrid sludge you're trowelling out. But until they change the laws to put you Sleaze Kings out of business, my job's to help you get back your stench-ridden boxes of smut. And since I'm gonna be doing it holding my nose,
I'll be doing it with one hand.
Clip 6
Joe Friday appears to be immune to the sexual allure of Sylvia Wiss. Even when she's handing him... herself on a plate. Pep? He's picking up what she's laying down. But Joe is oblivious.
Sylvia Wiss
Sergeant, if I asked your honest opinion about something, would I get it?
Pep Streebeck
You can bet the house on it.
Sylvia Wiss
Would you say that these -
[She opens her gown to reveal her breasts]
- look like the breasts of a 43-year-old woman?
Joe Friday
No. No, they don't, Miss Wiss. They're quite impressive, bordering on spectacular. We have to be running along now.
Sylvia Wiss
What's your hurry, Sergeant? Wouldn't you like to... have an early lunch?
Pep Streebeck
Uh, listen, say, Joe, you know... it's the darndest thing. I seem to have, uh, left my notebook in... in the car and it's gonna take me 15, 20 min... half an hour or so... to find it. Why don't you, um, pump Sylvia here, uh, privately for information? And I'll, uh, you know...
Joe Friday
Nice meeting you, Miss Wiss.
Sylvia Wiss
I had a good time, too.
Joe Friday
Come on, Streebeck. Let's go to the car and find that notebook.
Clip 7
Joe and Pep are paying a visit to the foul-mouthed landlady of the elusive Emil Muzz. His ears must've been burning at this point.
[Joe knocks on the door and it's answered by the landlady]
Enid Borden
What the hell do you want?
Joe Friday
Police officers, ma'am.
Enid Borden
About time you pencil d*cks showed up. Why couldn't you have got here before that big, bad, stupid-looking piece of sewage breath stole my white wedding dress?
Joe Friday
Miss Borden, Sewage Breath would be your little nickname for...
Enid Borden
Muzz. Emil Muzz.
Pep Streebeck
Hmm... not much of an improvement.
Enid Borden
That ass-wipe also stiffed me for two months' rent when his deposit cheque bounced. Goddam puss-faced little pimp stick. All that was left in his room was a big box of these things.
[She hands FRIDAY a business card]
Pep Streebeck
Any idea where this Emil Muzz could be right now? Friends? Family?
Enid Borden
Nah, he was a loner. Took off in the middle of the night. Useless scum-lapping sh*tbag.
Joe Friday
Just the facts, ma'am. He leave anything else behind?
Enid Borden
Yeah, a tape deck which I had to sell to make up for the lost rent. So there's nothing you can do about it, you slimy little jizz-bucket.
Joe Friday
Yes, ma'am. Although I should point out to you that you technically could be cited for swearing at us like that.
Enid Borden
Says who, flathead?
Joe Friday
Says the California Penal Code section 314.1 covering obscene live conduct in public. Good enough for you, lady?
Enid Borden
That miserable little bag of puke!
Clip 8
Interrogation is fine. Torture? Not in civilised society. But it IS effective for the likes of Emil Muzz who have absolutely no respect for the public, the police or for themselves.
Pep Streebeck
Well, Emil. I guess it's just you and... me and... your balls... and this drawer.
[MUZZ is heard screaming as the drawer is slammed repeatedly into his happy-sacks]
Clip 9
Joe and Pep have gone undercover at a meeting of P.A.G.A.N. (People Against Goodness and Normalcy) and the High Priest sh*tbag is about to speak.
High Priest
Prepare the virgin!
[FRIDAY turns to STREEBECK]
Joe Friday
"Prepare the virgin?" I don't like the sound of that.
Pep Streebeck
Let's just hope they're not referring to you!
Clip 10
It was for monologues like this one that Dragnet was famous. And they've preserved them in the 1987 movie version. Joe Friday doesn't understand a bit of light bondage when he sees it. Apparently.
Joe Friday (V/O)
10:30 a.m. I went to pick up Detective Streebek at the sanitationally-questionable commune which passed for his apartment building in the "come as you are" section of Venice Beach. The door was opened by Police Officer Betsy Blees... who had apparently dropped by to chat about more effective methods of law enforcement. They'd been playing a version of good-cop, bad-cop and though I was unable to fathom the rules, it seemed clear that Streebek had lost this particular round. At any rate, playtime was over and it was back to routine duty for me and Pep Streebek.
Clip 11
It's another of those amusing exchanges between Friday and Streebeck for which the TV show was famous and for which the movie will always be remembered.
Pep Streebeck
This guy knows God personally. I hear they play racquetball together.
Joe Friday
Yeah, well just go ahead and chuckle away, Mister. I don't hear God laughing.