Fixed it for ya!
I worked in the Ft Lauderdale war zone for a few months (parts of Deerfeild and Pompano Beach are tough)in 93. I was foreman on a night crew. My lineman was a Cuban guy named Fontes, we called him CJ.
So... we are in this alley about 2 am. A Spanish speaking guy comes out of no where and starts ranting and raving. I'm on the ground, CJ is up in a bucket working. I am ignoring this guy as best I can.
CJ is done, so he flies down. "What up with ths fool, Jeff?" Before I can answer, CJ and this guy are screaming at each other in Spanish. Now CJ is built like a fire plug... bull stout. Next thing I know- he has the guy by the shirt and waistband... and he tosses him into a meter closet in the back of the address we are working. Before the guy figures out how to get out... CJ backs the pickup against the door locking the guy up.
He looks at me, smiles and says "No problem, lets finish up, boss". So we hung around while doing the paper work and waiting to get dispatched to the next ticket. We pulled away after about a half hour... the guy was pounding and screaming the whole time.
Tulsa and parts of OKC are bad... but down in Ft Lauderdale and the West Palm Area hookers, empty needles, gang bangers, have been a part of every day life for a long, long time. Gunfire was heard nearly every night. Asking for the police usually made matters worse.