Code Name: The Cleaner Page #7

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Too bad.

Huh?

- Ooh!

- Damn, girl.

Get 'em, girl!

Oh, sh*t.

How do you like that?

You all right?

Hand over the chip,

mop boy.

Mop boy?

This ain't what you want.

And that's for wearing

pink underwear,

you freak.

Come on.

Oh.

You all right?

Oh, Jake,

that was amazing.

Well, people do some

pretty incredible things

when they're scared

out of their minds.

Don't make me laugh.

It hurts.

Am I bleeding?

No.

He... he hit me

in the mouth.

I wish I had

my nunchucks. Yeah.

Get out of my way.

...stomach.

He hit me, and it kind of hurt.

- Yeah, but then you came back.

- Then I'm... bow!

He was on me...

There he is.

Jake!

- Hey-hey!

- Good work.

- Yeah, man.

- I'm never gonna forget this.

Hey, I'm just

happy to help.

So you two were working

together all along?

Well, Jake discovered the X-1,

he came to me,

and together we planned

how to flush these guys out.

Gina...

I never should have

doubted you.

- Nice work.

- Thank you, sir.

I couldn't have done it

without Jake Rodgers.

This is my boss,

Martin Crane.

So you're "the" Jake?

Jake Rodgers.

How are you?

The Bureau thanks you.

Well, everybody except

for Shaw, right?

Listen, we could use

a good man like you.

How would you like

to join our training program?

What? Me?

The FBI?

Like, with... with the whole

badge and everything?

I don't know.

L...

No, sir,

I'm gonna stick

with the Agency.

Somebody's gotta

keep this place clean.

It's what I do.

Jake, I don't think that needs

to concern you anymore.

I trusted you

and you came through.

I got a little surprise

for you.

What are you talking about?

Don't do this, man.

I don't like

surprises.

Where do you think

you're going?

You again?

Wow.

Two ladies fighting

over a janitor.

- #... Far as I know,

you're a freak #

# Look nasty girl that shake

her ass to the beat #

- # To the beat, phat phat

skee skee... #

# 'Cause I'm ready for the girl,

but she don't come cheap #

# Aha, far as I know,

you're a freak... #

Come on, get up.

Had enough?

- Jake. Jake!

- Huh?

Are you just gonna

stand there and watch?

Hell yeah!

Okay.

Don't blink.

Hey, babe, I don't think

we're gonna make it.

And you...

you can use some hot cocoa

and a nap. Come on.

Easy.

You!

Hey hey, Jacuzzi.

Do you have any idea

what being locked in

a trunk for eight hours

does to a black

woman's hair?

I'm guessing

not good, right?

Mmm, you guess right.

A sister is not happy if her hair

is nappy, all right?

You owe me a visit

to my stylist Kiki

over at the salon called

"Hair This. " Why?

'Cause a sister needs

to get her hair did.

I want some highlights,

and I'm thinking

the highlights

make a sister look

a little more Latin.

- Eh?

- Latin?

Ah!

Okay, you got it.

You know, yes, definitely.

All right.

Do you salsa?

Ooh, he cute.

Uh!

What's up, fellas?

There he is.

There he is...

Look, before you get

started, man...

...Mr. Big Hotshot

Video Game Maker.

I can't believe you gave up

your mop for this suit.

Look, fellas, this was

a really hard decision.

I mean, not really,

but if... for real...

but I'll make us

some good games and...

G- g-games? I got game ideas.

I've been holding them in.

I'm gonna let 'em out.

What... what about the one...

"The Deadbeat Daddies. "

The objective of the game is to avoid

your baby mama... her legal team...

you gotta keep switching

your social security number,

and they can't get a DNA sample.

They take you on them talk shows about...

"Look at his face, look at his eyes,

look how much they look alike. "

"Look how much they look alike. "

That's how the game gonna say it...

"Look how much they look alike. "

- And you gotta avoid all that.

- That's good, man, that's good.

I heard it was based

on a true story, too.

- Ronnie, I'm gonna have to go, man.

- Whoa, wait, whoa whoa,

one more... what about the mad

janitor versus the co-worker

with the promotion? Yeah. I'll

t... I'll track you down and...

I mean, he... in the game...

will track you down...

- Hey, look...

... and he take care of you,

and... and... and... and...

and take you out.

I'm... I w...

I'm gonna call you, okay?

Wait, I got, like,

Just don't forget

where you came from.

Yeah, because the broom

don't wait on nobody, baby.

You understand?

This is mop life, mop life!

So sweep on!

You think he liked

my ideas?

Oh, yeah yeah.

Hey.

How's the game?

Eh, working on it.

Level five's too damn easy,

but, uh, we're tweaking it.

Okay, we'll bring that up

at Thursday's meeting.

Thanks a lot, boss.

I appreciate everything

you've done for me.

How about a raise?

No.

Oh.

Just checking. I didn't

think you was going to...

Mmm?

Hey, Jake,

what's up?

Hey, what are you

doing here?

Surprise!

This is nice. Thank you.

That's beautiful.

Oh, wow.

"'The Cleaner'

Saves the Day! Love, Gina. "

That's right,

with the help of his

waitress-slash-agent-

slash-almost-Boo.

How about...

almost-getting-closer-Boo?

Oh, really? I thought you

just would have forgot about me.

How could I forget

about you?

Technically, this is

another time, another place.

True.

What are you thinking?

Dinner and ice skating?

Ice skating?

On no!

You are not getting me into

those tight pants again.

I was thinking more like

moonlight under the stars

in the Bahamas.

Sounds pretty romantic.

First class all the way.

Sounds expensive.

Why don't you

let me worry about that?

- Okay.

- Come on.

The waitress and

the janitor take on the world.

That's right.

Uh... hold on.

A spy's gotta eat,

right?

Eh? Let's spend

some of this money.

Ow!

Ooh! Ooh!

Oh, if you don't mind,

could you pick me up

a little box of kittens

and a rainbow Afro?

And if you could get my eighth-grade

schoolteacher on the phone...

I'd really like

to talk to her.

One other thing...

some brown shoe polish

with a little sponge tip.

That's the kind I like.

And a Simon and Garfunkel album...

just the... just the album cover.

I don't need

the actual album.

I mean, if it's no trouble. You

can get yourself something nice,

maybe some

animal crackers or something.

Maybe, like, a little sparkly...

a little spinning hat or something

with little... little helicopters on top.

I'm sorry, Oprah,

I can't take you

to the Grammys, okay?

You know why?

'Cause I need

a dirty girl.

Give me that. Stop!

Okay? That causes shrinkage.

Keep the freezie

off the deezie.

Enough with the ice

on the dice.

You gotta be real dirty.

Can you be dirty?

Can you be dingy?

Can you not brush

your teeth for me?

I have a computer chick

in my hotel?

You have the hottest...

- computer chick ever.

- Computer chick in your hotel ever!

Nobody... nobody's...

...but I can't even go in

to pretend to give him a kiss?

Nyah!

You want me to take

your temperature?

That's right.

All the dirty girls, make noise!

"Please, Dirty Clean Rapper,

be with me!"

L... I'll think about it.

Here we go.

Ow! Ooh! Yeah!

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