American Justice Page #4

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I'll take care of it.

Well, actually, Mayor,

it does have something to

do with the murder business.

Do you have a suspect yet?

Yeah.

I do.

Does he have a name?

Yes.

He does.

What is it?

His name is Jack Justice.

He's a crazy cop out of Los Angeles,

has a habit of breaking people's necks

and then shooting them.

Bad habit.

And you think he's still in town?

I know he's still in town

'cause he's one mean son of a b*tch.

But let me make something

very clear to you:

He is my mean son of a b*tch.

Sheriff, I'd like to go to the station

and review your evidence.

You go to the station,

get yourself a cup of coffee,

get yourself a mint julep.

As far as the evidence goes,

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, gentlemen.

He's gonna be trouble.

He's not gonna be trouble.

I'll drop you off at the station,

you see what you can find out.

All right.

Mayor, if you ever mention

my business to anyone

outside of my department,

so help me God, I will poison your dog.

Hello.

Hello. How can I help you?

I'm Agent Lobo.

It's okay, Hannah. I'll take it from here.

- Okay, Alexa.

- Follow me please.

I'm Officer Alexa.

Lobo. Agent Lobo.

What exactly do you do?

I clean up messy situations.

Do you have jurisdiction here?

I can go anywhere.

Well, you got your hands full.

Tell me what you think you know.

I believe that Justice is innocent,

Santana was killed in a drug takedown,

and somehow Boyd just got

killed in the process.

Who's involved in the drug heist?

Everyone at the station

except for Hannah and myself.

Names.

Give me names.

Gant, Stuckey,

Clark, McCain and Reid.

So why don't you think

this Justice is the guy?

All the media is reporting

that he posted a manifesto

on the social media website.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

And he couldn't have because

he doesn't have the password.

To post the manifesto?

Exactly.

And how do you know this?

'Cause I'm the one that

gives out the password.

Sorry to hear that, Alexa.

Your weapon.

We're going for a ride.

You try to be a hero, you die.

Let's go.

Sheriff Payden, this is Hannah,

come back.

Go for Payden.

Sheriff,

we just got a call from Holly Brown.

She's said that Clark's house blew up.

Anybody say whether Clark

is still alive or not?

It's not looking good.

There's a burned body tied to a radiator.

I want you to patch me

through to Jim Thorpe,

he needs to get his airplane up in the sky.

And, uh, who has a helicopter?

Hmm...

Bill Cherry, get Bill Cherry on the horn,

tell him I want him to go up there,

see if they can't find this Justice

son of a b*tch pronto.

Roger that, Sheriff.

Stuckey, Payden.

You got your ears on?

Go for Stuckey.

Stuckey,

I need you to haul ass over to Clark's,

apparently he's on fire.

Roger that, Sheriff. Shall we put him out?

No,

you should go over there and make s'mores.

Yes, you should put him out, you idiot.

I'm in a cesspool of idiots.

You're part of this, too?

What's wrong with you people?

You know what your problem is, Alexa?

You still believe in the tooth fairy.

You know what your problem is?

You believe crime pays.

It pays more than this f***ing badge.

Alexa!

Selena!

Uh-oh.

That's gotta hurt.

I can't believe it.

Oh, man.

Alright that's brutal.

Tied him to the radiator,

couldn't even get away.

I've known him my whole life.

Thorpe is in the air.

Come on, Holtz, we'll get the SOB,

Alright, we'll get him.

What the hell happened here?

What's it look like? The house burned down.

You guys can handle this,

we're gonna go meet up

with the Sheriff.

All right.

It's Lobo.

I'm a little busy at the moment.

Leave a message.

Call me. I'm at the hotel.

I can't believe he blew him up.

Holtz,

I got one for you.

Yeah.

Hey, why do decent white folk shop

at n*gger yard sales, huh?

Huh?

To get their belongings back.

Welcome, all shoppers.

We got a special on rednecks today.

Now just drive.

Well, I'll be a son of a b*tch.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing at my house?

I stopped by the station,

you weren't there.

And that somehow gives you the right

to walk through my gate uninvited?

You have any news for me?

Do I have any news for you?

Yeah, I got some news for you.

The son of a b*tch burned down

one of my officer's homes

with my officer still in it.

Said officer is dead.

So then he's still in town?

Yes.

I told you he's still in

town and I'm gonna find him.

I certainly don't need any chickenshit

federal man interfering with my business.

That would be you.

Let me ask you something, Sheriff.

Why do you think that this man

just comes into your town

and starts killing people like this?

Are you questioning me?

Are you questioning my

authority in my town?

I think he's doing it

because he's one crazy son of a b*tch,

that's why.

Well, then we better find him.

Where's the girl?

What, you're gonna kill me?

What...

What do you think Sheriff's gonna do to me

if I tell you where she is?

I hope she's dead anyway!

Okay.

Hey!

Stop!

Hey... stop!

No!

Holtz!

Holtz!

No!

Whoa, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, she's in a barn,

she's in the barn!

On Old Camp Road at the Davies' barn!

Please don't kill me, I told you...

I got a joke for you.

What is Barney Rubble's son's name?

Please, please, I don't want to die...

His name ain't please-I-don't-want-to-die,

tell me his name.

Please don't kill me!

I don't want to die,

I don't...

Bam-Bam.

It's Lobo.

I'm a little busy...

Excuse me, ladies.

It's okay, mister.

Are you the judge in the beauty contest?

No, I'm not, dear,

but, uh... if I was,

I'd vote for you

and you two girls would win, I think.

Come on, girls. Let's go.

- Bye.

- Bye!

It's good to see you, Cody.

Sorry for seeing you in

these crazy circumstances.

Let's get out of here.

You know this is not gonna end well.

Yeah, I know that.

Why don't you just let it go

and get the hell out of here?

You know I can't do that.

Look,

I don't know what happened

and I really don't care.

I owe you.

I think I'm paid in full.

Hmm.

We good?

Yeah.

We're way good.

You watch your ass, huh?

You got it.

The Sheriff better sleep

with his lights on.

Whoo!

How about another kiss?

Hey.

Cool it, Randall.

Let's wait for the chief.

Hey.

I'm game.

Hey, shut him up.

Watch this.

Kick his ass!

Kick his f***in' ass!

All right.

Yeah.

See something you like, cupcake?

Uncuff me and let me kick your ass.

Oh, really?

She thinks she's gonna

whoop your ass, Gant.

I always knew Latinas were fiery.

Let's see what you got.

Come on.

Oh, that's so cute.

Oh, that's cute.

She ain't playin'.

I do believe that's the most action

you've seen in years without paying for it.

Oh, hey she's really choking you, bro.

Yeah she's choking you out!

She ain't playin'.

Alexa.

Stop, you'll kill her!

McCain?

Let's go check this out.

If you're gonna hit me, hit me.

Hey, Gant,

what about having a

little conversation now?

Let's talk.

Hey, Justice, don't forget about me.

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