Clint, 'The Rookie' & Me Page #5

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I wanted to keep you for insurance,

but now it's too late.

If you want to live, drop your gun.

All right.

Have it your way.

Don 't lose it.

F***.

What the hell are you doing here?

- I thought you were dead.

- You should be so lucky.

That's twice you've let me down, kid.

Where's your key?

I'm gonna cut you a little slack.

Who's your backup?

You're my backup.

You're a real precocious kid.

I could almost get to like you.

Wait a minute.

I was starting to enjoy that.

Pervert.

Hey, Nick, what the hell's going on?

Two hundred yards.

All right, you troublesome bastards.

Get in the car.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Get in the f***ing car!

Say goodbye to your Polack.

- Fasten your seat belt.

- Are you f***ing crazy?

Fasten your seat belt.

Holy sh*t!

Engineered like no other car.

I told you to fasten your seat belt.

You all right, kid?

I don't know.

- Are we done yet?

- No, we're not done...

...but you are.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

Means you did real great back there,

and I'm very appreciative.

But I'm going after that son of a b*tch,

and I won't need you watching my ass.

Wait a minute. While you had

what's-her-name sitting on your face...

She did not sit on my face.

Whatever. Look.

I've been kicking ass and taking names,

trying to save your f***ing hide.

I'll probably get busted

by the first cop that sees me.

You got a right to remain silent.

You got a right for an attorney.

- F*** you, Nick.

- Your daddy will be able to make bail.

My daddy was ready

to bail one of us out.

Two million dollars for your ass.

- You tell him I'm obliged.

- Oh, he didn't do it for you, Nick.

I did it for you.

This is ridiculous.

We'll never see Pulovski alive.

There's a light-colored van

coming around the corner!

Captain, look.

That's it. Let him in.

- Get the barricades open!

- Opening up!

All right, get ready. This is it.

Get ready to grab the son of a gun.

What the hell?

Ray, what the hell's going on?

We didn't think we would have it

in time...

...but we do.

Give us a chance.

Look at it!

Hold everything.

We just bought 2 million bucks' worth

of time.

He's on the move.

Let's get this damn show on the road!

Nick!

What the...?

I saw you die.

Welcome to hell, a**hole.

What the hell's going on?

Who the hell knows,

but we're gonna back him up on it.

There's a turn up ahead.

You say left or right.

One mistake, I'll give you a smile

you keep the rest of your life.

Right.

Right, man, right.

- Where you been rehearsing that stuff?

- Oh, I'm done rehearsing.

Good boy. Very good boy.

Strom would never send you out

without an escape route planned...

...so we're gonna lose the cops,

understand?

They aren't moving.

- What's going on?

- Who the hell knows.

Let's check it out.

I'll be damned.

Give him the keys.

Get in.

This thing isn't here for decoration.

You've been calling in. Call now.

- Hey, man, they've been calling me.

- That's bullshit, and you know it.

If you think about getting cute...

...I'll blow that sh*t you call brains

all over my partner here.

You're behind schedule.

What's going on?

There was a delay, but I'm cool.

- I'll be there in 15.

- Ten.

Sh*t all over your partner?

- Are you ready?

- Two minutes.

Do you have it?

It's all here.

Good work.

- Strom!

- Goodbye.

Liesl!

Here's the interest.

Split off!

Lousy b*tch.

I better get Strom.

Out! Out! Out!

Police officer!

Get out of the way!

I'm a police officer!

Move!

Move! Move!

Move!

Get out of the way!

Move!

Move!

Police officer. Get back.

Get out! Get out of the way, b*tch!

Out!

Out! Out!

Move it!

Get down! Get down!

Move!

Hold it right...

Amateur.

He's got a gun!

Goodbye.

Strom!

I guess...

...you're gonna have to call

the ambulance, cop.

I don't think so.

A man's gotta live up to his word.

There's gotta be a hundred reasons

why I don't blow you away...

...but right now I can't think of one.

You know that security guard only had

five bullets in his gun?

How about that?

Didn't I ever tell you

you should always...

...aim for the heart?

I was aiming for the heart.

That's my brand.

Where'd you get that?

Your house.

I picked it up the same time

I borrowed your bike.

It's nothing I can't fix.

Well, you're so good at fixing things...

...maybe you'll fix me a light.

The story of my life.

Hey, Dave.

Sorry to hear about Nick, man.

I always told Pulovski he'd get it

someday, and he didn't believe it.

Tough break for Pulovski.

Keep trying, fellas.

How's it going, Ray?

Nick! Where's the lieutenant?

- You're looking at him.

- What happened to Garcia?

He got kicked upstairs.

You got a problem with that?

No, not at all.

That's just fine.

You look pretty nice

sitting behind that desk there.

That's Lt. Pulovski to you or else

you'll be back on parking-meter duty.

- You got that?

- I got that.

I'm never too far

from your thoughts, am I?

My nightmares is more like it.

And keep that motorcycle out of my

parking place or I'll have it impounded.

And get your ass off my desk.

You don't park here either.

Listen, Nick...

Excuse me, lieutenant, sir...

I ran a make on that guy we've been

seeing all over town. Turns out to be...

Excuse me.

This is a private conversation.

This is Heather Torres.

Heather Torres?

Nice to meet you, Heather.

- Anyways, it's the same guy Homicide...

- That's your new partner.

Let her back in, David. Now.

I've been going through the files here.

Torres' test scores are outstanding.

Better than yours.

- She's perfect.

- Oh, yeah?

Then why is her badge on upside down?

I'd get yourself a backup.

Keep it.

Thanks.

Are you two gonna stand here all day

and bust my chops?

Get out there and arrest somebody.

Or something.

Why the hell not?

Looks a little wet behind those ears.

Thought you could use this.

You know what they say

about those virgins?

Yeah, I know all about it.

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