The party is over. Becker walks through, finding no one. He'll patrol for half an hour, head back to the office, spend another half hour on paperwork and get off at 2 a.m. He points out a concrete lion sitting in front of a business and tells a story about confronting two kids who were stealing it one night. Becker found himself reaching for the pepper spray and wondering how life had taken him to this particular spot.
Some people just like to fight.
Around here, all the mall kids claim to be black belts in something. All the old homeless guys claim to have been Special Forces in 'nam. And, you know, maybe some of them were.