Patsy Parrello takes out all three. Together. Coffey hits the floor with one slap of Patsy's giant paw. In their prime, in their old age, whenever.

Patsy's seventy and you'd still have to be insane to raise your voice, let alone your hands to him. Half the bulls in the 48th wouldn't approach him alone. Hands like catcher's mitts and had a black belt in Judo twenty years before the martial arts became fashionable.

Bronx cops are punks and pussies. I respect the fact that the world needs law and order. But until you've been searched by a Bronx cop for no fucking reason, you're out of your depth. And I'm a fucking white guy.

Sorry for derailing the thread. I enjoyed Coffey's affable personality. RIP, Joe.