Cub reporter, Phil Burgess, runs up to Chief Burk.

PHIL
Excuse me, Chief Burk.
Can you give me a
statement on the victim?

BURK
(pushing Phil aside)
Gimme a chance to
work the case a
little, will ya, kid?

BURK
(to Martin)
Jeez, is it me or are these
reporters getting peskier?

MARTIN
(looks over at the body)
So what we got here?

BURK
(looking at his notes)
A John Doe. No positive ID.
No weapon. Blunt force
trauma to the skull.
The only clue we got is this.

Burk holds up a baggie with the Goodguys Gazette in it.

BURK
A drag racing magazine
shoved in his mouth.

MARTIN
A drag racing magazine, huh?
It could have been just
something picked up around here,
couldn’t it? That’s not much to go on.

BURK
Yeah, but that looks
like that’s all we got.

MARTIN
You know, it’d be nice if
these killers left a clue or
a witness or even an ID on
one of these guys once in a…

Burk’s cell phone rings

BURK
(into phone)
Yeah? Oh, really? You don’t say!
Gimme that address again. Got it.
Tell him I’ll be right there.

Burk flips his phone shut and starts running for his police car. Martin chases after him.

MARTIN
What’s up?

BURK
Looks like one of your three
wishes may have been granted.

Burk jumps into the car and Martin hesitates at the passenger side door.

BURK
Come on. I’m going to take you
on a little field trip for your
retirement present.

Martin jumps in.