AWOL-72 Page #4

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Thank you. Thank you.

Get out of here.

F***.

Drop that f***ing knife... now!

Put your hands on your head

and drop to your knees.

- Drop to your knees.

- You're making a mistake, Officer.

- Shut your mouth! Hands behind your back.

- You got the wrong man.

I said, shut your mouth!

Drop that f***ing weapon!

And you let Officer Hale go now!

Do not f***ing move. I've had a long

f***ing day. I do not want to hurt you.

Deputy Chief over here

is a part of all of this.

- Shoot him!

- Shut up and listen.

Ray and Tony been selling drugs, guns

and these poor girls over here.

Look at them. Look at 'em!

See how afraid they are of him?

He's an officer of the law,

now do the f***ing math.

It's over, Ray. This place is done.

They're dead. Every one of them,

do you understand me?

Now drop your f***ing weapon

and let me leave.

- That's never gonna happen.

- I'm leaving now, Ray.

So remember why you became

a f***ing cop.

These girls are scared and afraid,

they need your f***ing help,

so pretend like you f***ing care!

All eyes are on you, Ray.

Lose the radio.

Left hands, both of you, cuff 'em.

You, too, Ray.

Over here.

Stay there, Ray.

Take hold of the car right now.

Both hands. On the floor.

Over here.

Over here!

- Okay?

- Do it.

Oh, we're gonna get you, boy.

No, you won't.

I hope you're a good cop,

because he's a f***ing disgrace.

Make him pay.

It's not like that.

Listen to me, it's not like that.

It's crazy how you get 20 miles outside

of LA and this whole town is like a desert.

- Oh, nice car.

- That's him.

- What you talking about?

- Step on the f***ing gas!

- Now.

- Calm down, I'm doing 90.

What the f*** is wrong with you, woman?

Chase the f***ing Audi now.

- Are you out your f***ing mind?

- Do it, or I'll put a bullet in you.

You're looking at ten years,

pointing a gun at a cop, girl.

- Detective Adams, move.

- You know how to use that thing?

Want to test me?

You got a lot of explaining to do there.

Reyes Creek, ten minutes.

Copy that.

You're on his tail now.

There, you happy?

I don't have time for this sh*t.

What's he doing?

- Tell me what the f*** is going on!

- Move.

Move!

Put it in f***ing drive!

- Sh*t!

- He got a gun!

Sh*t!

Get him! Come on!

Call for back-up. Go!

Never mind.

Detective Adams, I need back-up.

- Sorry, I need your car.

- You can have the car.

- Let's go. Move it!

- Please don't hurt me.

Shots fired!

Wiley!

F***!

Pick-up order ready, hot plate.

Take a seat,

I'll be right with you, hon.

Hey, brother.

- You look like sh*t, Miller.

- Thanks, man, I feel like it, too.

I was about to leave, you know?

I'm glad you didn't.

- What the f*** happened?

- You would not f***ing believe it.

You look like this,

trying to keep a low profile?

Something like that, man.

I heard you got the heat on your six.

- Them reds don't play nice.

- Where did you hear?

Last night, you don't have

a whole lot of time.

- Yeah, I know.

- You're a crazy motherf***er, aren't you?

You would f***ing know. Smoke?

Only chance I'm gonna have to get

out of this thing. Start new, you know?

- I gotta look after my family.

- Family? You're kidding me, right?

She's having a baby, my friend.

Then we have to have a shot,

for old time's sake.

Sounds like a good idea.

Babe.

But just one, you bastard. I know you.

I gotta be on a plane by sunset, okay?

All right, copy that.

Here we go.

You okay? You look like

you've had a rough day.

- Just a little.

- Can I get you anything?

Do you have anything stronger

than milkshake in the back?

My friend over here needs a drink.

Yeah, sure. I got a bottle

of tequila in the back room.

- I won't tell, if you don't.

- Not a peep from me.

- Are you new here?

- Yeah, I just started a few days back.

And I thought I knew

all the hot asses around here.

- Me, too.

- I'll be right back.

You never f***ing change, do you?

It'll kill you one day.

What don't kill you

makes you stronger, right?

- That's what I heard.

- You called my boy?

Yeah.

- He's holding the wire for me.

- He'll do you right. No worries.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hey, guess to us,

no matter how far we run, we can never

get away from what we've done.

I know what I've done.

I just want a piece of normal, you know?

There is no normal for us.

Well, we're gonna give it a shot.

You're here, you're in one piece,

you lucky son of a b*tch.

They don't know about her, do they?

No.

Here we are, fellas.

- Oh, damn it, I'm sorry!

- It's okay. It's okay. I got it.

- I'll get you another shot.

- Great, thanks.

She's new?

- Here's to new beginnings.

- Let's hope so.

- F***.

- You are pretty banged up, aren't you?

Yeah.

- You should see the other guys.

- I bet.

You got the bank card?

Right here.

- Thanks, man, I just...

- No, don't even say it.

But what you did for us back then,

not even in two f***ing lifetimes

can we even repay you.

Now... get going and take care

of your old lady.

That's what it's all about, right?

Yeah, it is.

Take care, man.

Later.

What the f***? Hey, I need some help!

Turn around! Slowly.

Target acquired. Drop the weapon.

Set it on the table... now.

The drink...

You're good. Didn't see you coming.

Most men don't.

- How'd you find me?

- Where's the asset?

Not here.

I saw him give you the envelope.

Hand it over now.

- There's no intel. You're gonna get hurt.

- Doubt it.

Do you even know why you're here?

Why you're tracking me?

Not my job to know, Mr. Miller.

My job is this...

Hold and detain.

Don't even think about it.

One more move, and I will put one

in your leg and let you bleed out.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

See, I'm guessing you're here, Myron.

Long time.

Yeah.

You're a hard man to follow.

You left quite a mess

at that hotel, didn't you?

Yeah. He had it coming.

I ran into your lovely lady on the way

up here. She was with a detective.

- You tell me you didn't f***ing hurt her.

- Of course not.

She is having a little

car trouble, though.

I'm not a monster...

I'm a soldier.

You used to be one, until you went AWOL.

- If that's what you want to call it.

- That's what it is.

Why?

Because the government

tells you so? Is that it?

Because they always tell you

the f***ing truth?

America, baby. After that Snowden sh*t,

they're not f***ing around.

- You sure it's just the U.S. on this one?

- Yeah, the Commies sold you out, too.

- Asset?

- He says he doesn't have it.

Let's do this the easy way, yeah?

We're both men of action.

Lies do not become us, Conrad.

Come on, man, you believe that?

Lies are what we are, Myron.

You're selling classified information

to the Russians.

Come on.

I'm sure it pays well,

but it's not exactly NATO friendly.

Where the f*** did you think

you were gonna go?

Last time I checked we weren't

in the business of friendly.

You gave me nothing to work with.

Myron...

I just want out, man.

That's it.

You might want out one day.

Myron, asset recovery,

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