21 December 2006 | revtg1-2
One of the best of it's genre
You can be told this was a good series and should have run much longer but that means nothing to you if you haven't seen it. Michael Beck, the dower Houston detective, is not happy with being given a smart talking cop transplanted from Chicago for a partner. Michael Pere is "in your face, I ain't backing down" tough and the two have a rocky start. Then one day a man looking to kill Beck over an old grudge walks up to an unmarked police car where Beck is sitting off guard and lost in thought. He turns his head to see his old homicidal enemy pointing a gun at his face and grinning. He freezes, realizing he is a dead man. From nowhere Pere appears firing automatic pistols with both hands. The man flees and gets away but Beck now realizes Pere is the real thing and a friendship begins. Together they roust Houston's seamier side, which is about the size of Costa Rica, and fight crooks and their own head office. By the way, the remark about Pere's brown and white wing tip shoes did not come from Beck. They are visiting Beck's old home town in east Texas and Pere runs afoul of some local toughs. One says, "I can tell from your shoes you ain't from around here." Pere responds, "Yeah, well I can tell from your forehead your parents were first cousins." A fight ensues wherein Pere is trying to defend himself against three or four mean rednecks. When he finally drives them away he sees Beck standing nearby, grinning.