Danny says that putting a badge on is like wearing a target. He also brings up the "costumed idiots" running around getting in their way and taking all the credit. Ha! "The Green Arrow? Red-Blue Blur?" Danny asks, incredulously. "Great Pumpkin," Clark sputters. Oh, man. Clark really needs to take a few improv classes. Based on some of the exterior shots in this episode, Clark can join the bustling Chicago comedy scene. Clark asks if Danny thinks the costumed dudes cause more harm than good. Danny says that cops have rules and "Capes" don't. Dispatch alerts Danny to a Code 3 in progress. Danny says junkies are hitting the pharmacy again. Maybe they just need condoms. He pulls down his driver's side visor, kisses his fingers and puts his fingers to a very cute photo of himself kissing his wife's cheek. He's wearing a tux. Another photo slides out from behind it and falls. Clark picks it up. It's a sleazy-looking criminal's police mugshot. Danny is not kissing the guy in that photo. Danny grabs the picture out of Clark's hand and says, "Someone I'm lookin' for." Wow. Does your wife know? That's dangerous, you know. Didn't you ever see Looking for Mr. Goodbar? Danny turns on the siren and prepares to show Clark how they roll in the big city.

We see a shifty-looking guy exiting a pharmacy carrying a big paper bag. As soon as he sees the police cruiser pulling up, he runs. Clark slowly gets out of the passenger side like he's an old man, and the weather's making his knees creaky. Danny runs after the guy, telling Clark to make sure the people inside are all right. We see Danny huffing and puffing down the street, yelling, "Stop right there!" The robber, of course, does nothing of the sort. He tips over a Dumpster of plastic recyclables, instead. Danny, hand on his sidearm, loses the guy after that environmental disaster. He breathes heavily. The criminal, who looks like a young John Turturro with his hair standing up, draws a gun and sneaks up behind Danny. Danny doesn't seem very aware of his surroundings. We hear a gunshot. Danny turns. The robber falls back and lands on some trash. Clark is standing right there. Danny sees the smoking gun lying on the ground. "You run track, Fordman?" he asks. Clark says, lamely, "A little here and there." Danny grabs the robber and cuffs him. He says he owes Clark one. As Danny takes the guy away, reading his Miranda rights, Clark opens his palm. He's holding a tiny bullet. [So cute! - Z]