Bulletproof Page #2

Disneyland.

What?

Nothing.

Just something Archie did.

He's crazy.

What, are you gettin'

sweet on this guy?

- No.

- Let me tell you something.

You pal around

with somebody long enough,

you forget

he's the bad guy.

So why don't you tell me about

your damn self, Mr. Keats?

Well, the truth is,

there ain't much to say.

I mean, you know, I did some time

up north for breaking and entering,

a little armed robbery,

petty sh*t like that.

Well, what about references?

Do you trust this man, Moses?

Mr. Colton, I trust

this guy with my life.

That's good, that's good.

I mean, because trust is a very

important commodity in business.

True that.

True that!

True that, true that.

And I wanna tell you who I trust.

I trust Moses here.

Thank you.

And I trust my colleague,

Mr. Bledsoe.

But most importantly, Mr. Keats,

I wanna tell you who I don't trust.

- I don't trust you.

- Yo!

Hey!

See, I don't trust you

'cause, hell, I don't know you.

- Search him.

- This is bullshit. I don't wanna search him.

You search him,

not 'cause you want to,

but because you have to,

you understand?

Jesus!

Mo, this is like

some embarrassing sh*t, man.

I know this guy

like I know myself.

If he's a cop, I'll suck

your dick, Mr. Colton.

Jesus, I'm sorry, bro.

See, no wires!

Well, hell, search him.

Nothin'.

Well, fine. If you don't ask, you

never know. You know what I'm saying?

Now remember, nobody moves

until Jack gives us the word...

that Colton is on the premises.

- Understood?

- Listen, Cap.

Yes, Jack?

- I wanna be the one to bring Archie in.

- What?

There's gonna be a lot of testosterone

flyin' around here today.

I don't want any of these overzealous

a**holes puttin' any dents in Archie.

I knew it. You are sweet

on the son of a b*tch.

- Look, I know him. He's not that bad...

- He's a low-life scumbag.

All right, then he's my low-life

scumbag, okay? And who knows?

After this is over, maybe I can

help him get his life back together.

You look tense, man. Relax.

It's gonna be all right.

Relax. It's just a nice

little friendly doggy.

How you doin', buddy?

Long time no see.

Oh, you like that, huh?

See that? He loves me.

No, he just licked his balls, and now he's

tryin' to get that nasty taste outta his mouth.

Hey, ese, don't shoot.

It's me.

How're you guys doin'?

Colton didn't say nothing

about no new guy.

All right, Rigo,

meet Rock Keats, mi amigo.

Yo, what's up?

Cmo est, ustedes?

What is it about you, man?

Nobody likes you except me.

What you see right there

is 100%% uncut, grade-A heroin.

Yo, where's

your boy, Colton?

Don't worry. He's gonna be here

to check up on my sh*t.

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

Let's go. Up, up, up.

Come on, good job.

A little quicker, fellows.

Let's go.

What do you keep

lookin' around for?

Yo, you better back up off me, son.

What's your problem?

What the f*** you lookin' for?

That's my problem!

- Hey, hey, relax, man.

- You better tell Tattoo here somethin'.

This f***in' maricn

is makin' me nervous.

He acts like a cop.

Well, he's not a cop.

He's my friend, so take it down.

- I don't know that.

- You think he's a cop?

Well, goddamn it, he's not a cop!

Take a look. Satisfied, scumbag?

You f***in' piece of sh*t!

- We move now.

- What about Colton?

To hell with Colton!

Move! Everybody, move!

Archie Moses,

you're under arrest.

You better be

messin' around.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- You were like my f***ing brother!

- Anything you say can be used against...

- How can you do this to me?

Moses, stop!

No!

Keats, what the f***

is wrong with you, man?

No one hurts him!

That's the deal.

Come on, Moses. If you come out now,

maybe we can make a deal.

Don't you talk to me about makin'

any deals, you lyin' sack of sh*t!

Come on, Moses,

give yourself up.

You're gonna get

yourself killed here.

All right, Officer Keats, you win.

I'm comin' out. Don't shoot.

Come on, Moses.

I'll blow this dog's head right off

his body. You drop your goddamn gun!

No, you won't.

You love animals.

I hate dogs! Get outta here,

you stupid, ugly dog!

I'm trying to save

your life here.

F*** you!

No! God, no, no, no!

Oh, my God, Jack's down!

Get that son of a b*tch!

Get him! Get him!

Bledsoe, it got all f***ed up in there,

all f***ed up. Where were you guys?

We had a flat tire,

a**hole.

- Goddamn it!

- Ohhh!

This little fuckup of yours cost me

millions of dollars. I'm very, very mad.

- I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

- "I'll suck his... "

"If he's a cop,

I'll suck your dick. "

I believe I'm close to that

particular quote, am I not?

I don't think I did say that, actually.

Maybe Bledsoe said that.

Here's your last meal.

I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, don't do this, please.

You don't need to do this.

Get this damn mutt off me!

Oh, you slimy bastard! God!

Let's move it!

- Blood pressure dropping!

- He's bleeding out!

To the Rock and Archie Show.

You know that.

How long?

I mean, basically, you're the only guy

I've ever trusted in my entire life.

Disneyland.

Welcome back, Jack.

Take it easy for the time being.

Getting back on your feet

isn't going to be easy, but...

you're in good hands.

This is Traci Flynn,

our new physical therapist.

Hi.

- Keep me posted.

- Okay.

Good.

Bring it down.

Come on, Jack, I want you

to make it to the end of the bar.

Let's go. Come on.

Pull it forward. There you go.

Put your weight on it.

Bring the other one forward.

Five, five, five.

Let's go.

You're doing all right, though.

Come on, Jack, you're

ready for this. Come on.

# Tell me what is so divine #

# The one I need, yeah #

# The one I need, yeah #

I'm proud of you.

Oh, the ghost himself.

Not even a bullet

in the head could stop him.

I'm tellin' you, one millimeter

to the right or left, and he'd be dead.

Oh, man, I wouldn't want

to have to mess with him.

# Where you from, uptown ho #

# Break it down, baby

got the fifth wheel swingin' #

# Flies so cool, when you ride

you'll be screamin' #

# I used to be known as

the bank account breaker #

# Never be millionaire

but I'm damn good lovemaker #

# I rather play you, though

if I had your number #

Sir! Sir!

Sir!

Where're you headed, sir?

I'm goin' to Mexico. I gotta start my

life over. I'm gonna be a bullfighter.

Have you been

drinking, sir?

I had about a half a beer,

but the dog had a lot.

Would you mind stepping out of this

vehicle and walking a straight line?

Oh, yeah, no problem.

So you got Archie Moses.

What does that got to do with me?

Archie Moses is gonna

turn state's evidence.

- He's rolling on Colton?

- Uh-huh.

Colton wasn't too thrilled

with Moses...

for bringing a cop

into his organization.

He's had a hit

on him ever since.

So, now that Moses

is up against it,

he's ready to give us

Colton on a platter.

Jack, Steve Finch, DEA.

He's calling the shots.

And what the hell

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