Terry looked at Allen, who was already happily filing the arrest report. Terry sighed, sat down, and realized that maybe being "The Other Guys" wasn't so bad—as long as the paperwork was filed in triplicate.

"I’m more of a tuna," Allen would reply calmly, sipping his herbal tea. "I’m very comfortable at the bottom of the food chain." The Mistake

While the city’s superstar detectives, Highsmith and Danson, were busy leaping off buildings and crashing Ferraris into fruit stands, Terry and Allen were arguing over the font size of a subpoena.

Terry saw his chance. He dragged a reluctant Allen into a case involving a billionaire named David Ershon. Everyone thought it was a simple scaffolding permit violation, but Allen’s obsession with numbers revealed something darker: Ershon was running a multi-billion dollar Ponzi scheme to cover up losses for a massive international corporation.

In the NYPD’s 21st Precinct, Detectives and Allen Gamble were the guys who did the paperwork while everyone else did the action. Terry was a hothead who had accidentally shot Derek Jeter, earning him the nickname "The Yankee Clipper" and a permanent seat behind a desk. Allen, on the other hand, was a mild-mannered forensic accountant who genuinely loved filing reports and driving his beige Prius.

"We’re lions, Allen! We need to roar!" Terry would scream, throwing a stapler across the room.

In the final showdown, Terry and Allen didn't look like movie heroes. They looked like two tired guys in cheap suits. But when the dust settled, the billionaire was in handcuffs, and the pension fund was safe.

They returned to the precinct expecting a parade. Instead, Captain Mauch yelled at them for the property damage and told them to get back to their desks.