Bulletproof Page #6

- Well, your job sucks!

Hey, could you move your head

to the left?

I think that f***in' plate

is ruinin' the reception!

# I waited here by the phone #

- Jesus, you're right.

# And when

the silence prolonged # #

Hey, where's

the captain at?

- Haven't seen him.

- Good to see you, man, but you look like sh*t.

Why don't you go home?

We'll take this guy off your hands.

Wait, uh...

Do the names Sulliman

and Jones mean anything to you?

Hey, wait a minute.

What's with you, Jack?

You don't trust us,

all of a sudden?

I don't trust anybody,

Whoopi.

Sulliman. Jones.

- Don't ring a bell.

- All right.

You keep him away from Finch.

That bastard's on Colton's payroll.

That son of a b*tch. I knew there

was a reason I didn't like that guy.

Hey, Keats.

- Yeah.

- Will you do me a favor?

Could you check in on my mom

every once in a while?

Make sure she's not smoking

too much weed?

I got nobody else

to ask.

You got it.

I'll look after her.

- Hello.

- Hey, bright eyes.

- Jack, where are you? Ja...

- I'm at the sta... Hello?

Hello, Jack.

Welcome home.

You son of a b*tch.

If you hurt her, I swear to God...

Yeah, yeah. Listen.

I'm a businessman, Jack,

so I thought maybe we'd

discuss a little business.

You see, you have something that I want,

and I have something that you want.

So what I'm talking

about here is an even swap.

But I don't have Moses anymore.

I turned him in.

Well, that's not very good,

then, is it?

Um, you better

get him back, Jack.

You bring Moses to my house, or you'll

never see your little girlfriend again.

Come on down, hear?

Watch your step!

Look, man, don't do

what I think you want to do,

'cause I'm telling you,

neither one of us is gonna like it.

Wait, hold up!

I need him back.

What are you

talkin' about?

- I'm taking him to headquarters myself.

- Why?

Never mind, why.

Get the f*** off me.

He's taking me back,

so we're going.

Sorry about your lunch,

big man.

Hey, man, thank you.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

- What was that last look I gave you?

- Yeah, all of that.

- Jack, where are you goin'?

- Trust me on this, Captain. He's dirty.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- You heard me!

- Are you crazy?

- I'll explain it all to you later.

No! You'll explain now!

Jensen. Jensen?

- This guy's name is Jensen?

- Why? Why? Why?

- What?

- It's not Finch, man, it's Jensen!

- He works with Colton!

- What the hell is he saying?

- You gotta get me outta here!

- He's saying that you're in bed with Colton. Now, back up.

Jack, he's a lying

son of a b*tch!

- He doesn't lie.

- Jack, are you going to take the word...

of that little prick

over mine?

- Right now, I have to.

- You're on suspension, you son of a b*tch.

Now, turn that

prisoner over.

Don't you even

think about it!

And you. You ought

to be ashamed of yourself.

And you. You ought

to be ashamed of yourself.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, how you doin'?

# Gettin' down with the party #

# Well, hey

I'm the big kahuna #

- I cannot believe

that it was Jensen.

This guy's been

like a father to me!

Mmm.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Uh, I'm not gonna tell ya,

'cause you're probably gonna get mad.

Moe, what are you

talkin' about?

All right,

there was a chance...

I'm not 100%% sure, but...

maybe it was Benson,

not Jensen.

You're bullshitting me.

No, I'm not positive

about this.

Actually, I am pretty

positive it was Benson.

- They sound the same.

- Moses, I could kick your ass!

It's very close, Jensen, Benson.

They rhyme!

Jesus Christ,

gimme a break!

- Give you a break?

- You should be happy! Your captain's clean!

I knocked my superior officer

on his ass. I pulled a gun on him.

- And I should be happy?

- The good thing is...

when push came to shove, you acted

like a human being instead of a cop!

Man, you wouldn't let me rot

in that jail cell...

and I love you for it!

Moses...

Mmm. I swear to God, I'm going to

make it up to you. That's a promise.

- I got something to tell you.

- Mm-hmm. Go ahead.

- You're not gonna get mad?

- I ain't gonna get mad.

I'm falling in love

with you all over again.

Okay. Okay.

Colton's got Traci. He says the only way

I can get her back is if I turn you in.

There, I said it.

You can't stop f***ing me over,

can you?

I'm not gonna

turn you in!

Okay? But I can't

get her back without you.

You're the only one that knows

your way around that place.

Look, we both know I ain't gonna

make it outta that place alive.

- Um, look...

- Forget it, man, I ain't doing this!

Okay, fine!

Then I guess you lied

to me after all.

- Okay, about what?

- You said you'd take a bullet for me.

Well, I would have taken

a bullet for you at one time,

but that sh*t's

all gone now.

Cool. Then don't

do it for me.

Do it for yourself. Because as long

as you're alive, Colton wants you dead.

It's only a matter of time

before he puts your lights out.

Goddamn it.

All right, gimme a gun.

Moses, you're a fugitive

who's in my custody.

I can't just

give you a gun.

Even if it means

I'm gonna get killed?

- It don't work like that. The rules...

- Even if it means...

Traci could get killed?

Will you get over that black and white

sh*t and come over to the gray area?

Goddamn it,

there's plenty of room!

- Mr. Colton's waiting to see us.

- He certainly is.

Hand it over.

After you.

Gross. Right

in the f***in' eyeball.

Bet you're glad

you gave me that gun.

This is the only door

without an alarm on it.

- What does it lead to?

- Guest kitchen. Nobody's ever in there.

Oh, sh*t.

Get her out of here.

I think they're

eating fajitas.

Goddamn it.

Drop back.

Now!

So no one's ever in here,

huh, Moses?

Hey. Sh*t!

Is that all you got?

Come here!

Motherf***er!

Aaaaargh!

Oh, Jack.

Thank God.

I was so scared.

- Where's Colton?

- I saw him drive off when the shooting started.

Okay. Come on,

let's get out of here.

Shh.

There may still be some people

around here. I don't have a gun.

I've got one.

Great. Let me have it.

Put your hands up, Jack.

Traci, now is not

the time for jokes.

- Give me the gun.

- Put your hands up, or I will let you have it.

Move toward the door.

So after all this time,

it was you, huh?

- I'm sorry, Jack.

- Why don't you just shoot me in my head?

It won't hurt as much.

Give me the gun, b*tch!

Thank you!

- Where the hell were you?

- Gettin' Colton's notebooks.

According to these,

it's Nurse Traci's job...

to get close to somebody

and then f*** them over.

- No wonder you liked her.

- Jack, please!

Move it!

Move it!

Colton knew you'd be coming

after me sooner or later...

so he sicked devil eyes over here

on you to lead him to me.

Jack, Colton made me do it.

He would have killed me

if I hadn't done it.

Watch it now, Keats.

She's playing you.

But then I fell in love

with you.

But... then I fell...

Shut the f*** up!

I swear to God I did.

Aw, she's lyin'

out her devil ass!

- Will you shut the f*** up?

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