Frannie, Frank Zuko and the Water Pistol (from Betrayal).
Zuko had been sitting alone in the bare interview room for more than two hours, and his patience had long since worn out. The uniformed officers who had brought him to the 27th had told him that the detectives just wanted to ask him some questions about Hicuana and his goons, but no detective had yet appeared.The door opened behind him, and Francesca Vecchio slipped into the room. Despite his outrage, Frankie allowed himself a broad smile, for now she was wearing that pink suit with the plunging neckline that caressed the gentle curve of her breasts. His body responded to the sight in a manner that was wholly inappropriate, but not altogether unpleasant.
She sauntered over to him, brushed a hand seductively across his shoulder as she slipped past his chair, and pulled the other chair close beside him.
"I want to make one thing perfectly clear to you." Her voice was sultry, her stare chilling; she placed her left hand on his thigh. "If my brother gets hurt, even if the Iguana Family does it, I will personally shoot your garbanzos off."
Zuko instinctively looked down, to see a black pistol gripped in her right hand, inches away from the threatened organs. He grinned, calling her bluff. "Good try, Frannie. That's a pretty good threat, for a beginner. Stupid, though, 'cause that kind of talk is police harassment."
"It would be if I were a cop, but I'm just a civilian," she reminded him. "The worst you can do to me is get me fired. The worst I can do to you is this." She shoved the barrel of her weapon into his groin and squeezed the trigger twice; genuine terror froze him in his chair as a stream of warm water soaked the front of his trousers. "Consider that a down-payment."
They glared at each other for several tense seconds. Then Francesca stood, slipped her water pistol into the waistband of her pink miniskirt, turned on one heel, and strode from the room, her head held high.
Five minutes later Frank Zuko was released. He walked the gauntlet of the 27th, past detectives, uniformed officers, and civilians, all eyes focused on the wet spot on his pants.
The Water Pistol Scene from Odds
by Rob Forsyth
"Uh, sir?""You got a license for that?"
"What, for this? No! I'm just sort of. . ."
"WhoaWhoaWhoa!"
"I'm just trying it out! You know, sort of as a (squirt, squirt) preamble to wearing heat. I'm taking self defense!"
"You're gonna defend yourself by drowning somebody with that?"
"Well, I thought it would be a little more humane than, you know, (squirt, squirt) blinding some guy, or kicking 'em in the, uh, you know, the nether regions."
"The nether regions?"
"Yeah. Well, um. . . ow. Actually, sir, I'm uh, I'm kinda wearing this for a different reason."
"Fashion."
"No. Uh. . . I've sorta been thinking about the, uh, the Academy."
"You wanna become a cop?"
"Become a cop. I don't know about that. I just um, I'm just, you know, really sort of basically uh, tossing it around in my mind, right now, until I can, um, resolve the uniform issue."