NYC, June 2007

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In the Fandom high curriculum, students are represented by two separate but varied groups: the students, who attend Fandom High, and the alumni, who have moved on. This is one story.

*doink doink*
Interior, interrogation room.
Lennie: We got ya dead to rights.
John Connor: Illegal search. Fruit of the poisonous tree.
Lennie Briscoe: Come on.
John Connor: I did not consent to search. I repeatedly denied consent for search, and asked what, if anything, I was charged with. Officer then illegally detained me, and the guns were found then.
Mike Logan: Which would have been found anyways. Give it up.
Lennie Briscoe: Naw, let the lawyer send it through court. They get younger every year.
Mike Logan: 21, if his license is real.
Lennie Briscoe: So what do we call ya? Don Connell? John Connor? Jon O'Connig? You got paper on all three.
John Connor: Am I free to go? I'll accept the ticket for not using the turn signal and pay the fine and be on my way.
Anita Van Buren: *knocking on the door* We've got a judge who said that everything was executed with due diligence, and the gun possession stands.
Mike Logan: Looks like that's it, kid. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say....

*doink doink*
Interior, Circuit Court Judge Judy--
John Connor: Wait a minute.

--Interior, interrogation room.
Mike Logan: What now, another brilliant legal strategy?
John Connor: Can't you hear that sound?
Lennie Briscoe: What sound?
John Connor: That chung-chung sound.
Lennie Briscoe: Oh, that. Yeah. We get that a lot.
Mike Logan: You mean the doink doink?
John Connor: No, it's more of a chung-chung.
Mike Logan: Doink Doink.
John Connor: *makes the sound, which sounds like a choingchoing* Chung-chung.
Anita Van Buren: No, it's more of a bong-dong, to me.
Mike Logan: Doink Doink.
John Connor: Chung Chung.
Lennie Briscoe: Alright, easy fellas.