Detective Price

A firefighter was injured while responding to a fire at a factory. They were knocked unconscious and had strange delusions about clowns and mechanical monsters. Other officers at the scene confirm the fire, but no one else saw the clowns. The firefighter is being urged to get checked out and not be seen as a crackpot. The captain rewards them with something and asks for their help with reporters. If they don't cooperate, they will be fired. Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. Your memory might be a little hazy, so I'll fill you in on the details. You were in a factory at New Lido Beach last night, responding to reports of a structure fire. And wouldn't you know it? The fire was out of control, and a timber beam fell on your head. But Stark and Perkins dragged you out. Here it is. Well, maybe you want to run it through your head again. I arrived to find you barely conscious, see? The amount of smoke you inhaled got you talking all funny. Something about clowns and mechanical monsters. Funny, because I'm looking at the statements of, let's see, 15 other officers that were there with you, and they all corroborate the fire. But strangest thing, nobody saw any clowns. Might want to get that thick head of yours checked out. Afraid so. Now, do you think the papers are going to believe? A whole department, or a crackpot rookie two weeks on the job? Get with it, pal. I'm in a hurry. Shouldn't be too difficult. Now you're getting it. Consider it an investment in your career, instead of an early retirement. Atta boy. Here's a little something from the captain to keep the home fires burning. And if you want to get cozier, you can help me put the squeeze on the two reporters downstairs. That's what? A comedian? Then you'd better start working on your routine, because I'm not amused, and your days at the precinct are over. Stark will take your badge and see you out.