Assault On Precinct 13 Page #2

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Do you understand?

That guy's a cop killer.

Judge hands down bail...

l swear to Christ, l'll....

[Door opening]

No arraignment

'cause of the holiday.

Bishop spends two days inside

until he has a chance

to make bail.

Don't worry, Cap. We got him.

We ain't gonna

f***ing let him go.

Happy New Year!

Come on, man,

there's only three of us here.

Yeah, well,

one of us is lrish.

My God, look at this thing.

That's gotta be older

than me. You'll never

take me alive, G-man!

Look at this room.

Boy, there's got to be

evidence in here...

from some of my first busts

back in the day.

They got rid of all

the Civil War stuff.

Hey, that's so funny.

Don't quit the day job,

all right?

Sarge?

Yeah?

Your Friday

appointment's here.

Are you kidding me?

Any feelings

of anxiety lately?

Yeah.

Two words. The Lions.

They give me

a lot of anxiety.

Please stop avoiding

my questions, Sergeant.

Are you still taking

the painkillers?

Come on, Doc.

l mean, even you have

got to be getting a little

bored of these conversations.

Why don't we talk

about the real reason...

that you would come down here

on New Year's Eve...

in the middle of this storm?

Okay. Let's see.

We had an appointment.

l think the real reason

is you're in love with me.

l can see it

in your eyes.

lnteresting.

That's why you come

wearing these fancy clothes.

lt's very flattering,

but l think you should

stop denying it, you know?

l hear.... No, l hear you.

You're right. You're right.

You're right!

My face obviously betrays me.

l didn't get dressed up

like this...

because l'm going

to a New Year's Eve party

later tonight. Oh, no.

No, Sergeant.

This was all for you.

A form of seduction.

ls it working?

Wonderfully.

[Timer beeping]

l'm glad.

Okay, well, we'll have

to finish this conversation

another time.

[Sighing]

What is this thing

you got?

Hey, hey, hey that's mine.

All right, relax.

l don't care about the file.

So, you got a desk job

at Precinct 21 , l see.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ.

You don't quit, do you?

How do you feel about it?

How do l feel about it?

lt's no big change.

So, l guess

the new year's not bringing

anything different for you.

How's your leg, by the way?

l noticed you weren't

limping anymore.

What's that

supposed to mean?

lt's just an observation.

Five years of undercover work

and now this. Wow!

Goodbye.

You must be itching

to get back on the streets.

Goodbye.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year to you.

l'll see you

at the new precinct.

God, you know, l cannot wait.

l'd walk you out, you know,

but l just have so much--

l know the way, thank you.

So much to do.

Jake, you should see this.

REPORTER:
And now,

Lieutenant Marcus Duvall...

that's Oce Ray Portnow's

superior, is coming out of....

Hey, that's Duvall.

Good cop. Good man.

...notorious crime kingpin

Marion Bishop in custody.

That man is in hell right now.

...responsible for

the slaying, the fifth

in Motor City this year alone.

Hey, you okay, Jake?

We'll have more details

on this story

as they become available.

Everybody in the bus.

You know what a bus

looks like.

New Year's Eve in a house

with a thousand doors.

How about that?

You'll be sitting

in that cell of yours.

You're gonna want

some champagne

and you're not gonna get any.

No. No, no,

Dick Clark's Happy Rocking

New Year's Eve.

Losers.

l ain't no loser, baby,

all right?

l'm just trying to exist

'cause my people

lack the power to consume...

what the media emphasizes

in society, so l'm forced

to take sh*t that ain't mine.

Simply how it is. What?

Beck, your eyes are red.

How come, you been snorting,

you been drinking?

l don't know, your eyes

are glazed. What,

you been eating doughnuts?

ls that what it is?

That's funny.

Pretty original, too.

ls it funny,

motherf***er?

Where'd you read that?

ln a comic book?

Get in the f***ing back....

Round them up.

[You're Nobody 'Til Somebody

Loves You playing on radio]

Well, we won't need

that anymore.

All right, boys and girls.

We must raise our glasses

in a toast.

A toast to this old shithole

before they tear it down.

l got a terrible feeling

l'm gonna miss this place.

Of course, not as much

as l'm gonna miss you two.

What are you

talking about?

l have news,

boys and girls.

Old school here is retiring.

You're kidding.

l'm packing it in.

Just like this place.

Congratulations, Jasper.

But why didn't you tell us?

l just got

the word officially.

Anyway, here's to this

old shithole. Here's to me

and here's to my new life.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers!

And now, little lady,

may l have this dance...

to celebrate

my retirement, huh?

Come on.

Don't go away,

maybe you'll learn something.

One more. There you go.

We never should've left

in this sh*t.

Sh*t. What do you mean?

Their captain didn't want

these scumbags in there.

Wanted to give his men

more time off for the holiday.

You're Marion Bishop.

Marion Bishop.

Chief, head cheddar

and whatnot, baby.

You know, l heard

about you getting shot

five times, man.

Five f***ing times.

What was it,

your left shoulder,

your stomach...

upper back, lower back,

right hip?

Ain't that a b*tch?

You didn't wanna die though,

right, 'cause you're

a persistent motherf***er?

You're like the black Rasputin

and whatnot. l'm serious, man.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Beck.

l'm an entrepreneurial

motherf***er like yourself,

slash lawyer, slash....

Got any openings, man?

Throw me a bone or something?

Hey, what the f***'s

going on, man?

Pump the brakes, God damn it!

Don't slam them!

Shut the f*** up!

Hey, Ray Charles,

slow this motherf***er

down, man!

Officer Balls

and Officer Cock.

[Beck beckoning softly]

Eye contact, man.

Eye contact.

Let me tell you something.

The Constitution

requires that the state

provide secure...

Sit down.

...incarceration.

l'm just saying

that l'm feeling

pretty f***ing unsafe.

Shut the f*** up.

MAN ON CB:
Transport 1121,

this is Dispatch.

Transport 1 121 , Dispatch. Go.

We're gonna have to

reroute you to Precinct 13

until the storm breaks.

No problem.

What's going on, Dispatch?

There was an injury accident

on the Parkway 11.

We're getting everyone

off the road. You'll stay

at 13 until further orders.

They've already been advised.

Copy.

l don't care.

Just glad to get out of this.

JASPER:
Well, how about this

for a New Year's present?

That scumbag, Bishop,

is hand-delivered to us!

l'm gonna get some righteous

payback from that skel

for Ray Portnow.

What are you

doing here?

What?

l've heard so much about this

Bishop guy over the years.

l wanna see him.

l thought

you gave up bad boys.

Get back inside.

lt's not the New Year

yet, Sarge.

[Wind howling]

You must be Roenick.

No offense, officer,

but l'm pretty f***ing

perturbed about this.

We're closing down.

We're short-staffed.

Central said

we park here overnight

until the road's clear.

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