Dark Angel Page #2

You could learn a lot from him.

Can we go now, or does Switzer

have some other tips for me?

You sure you want to go

with that particular look?

Give it some thought.

External things are very important.

They tell people who you are.

Know what I mean?

In that case,

maybe you should ride in the trunk.

Christmas. Big deal!

Holy sh*t!

What the hell are you doing?

- I'm observing, taking notes.

- Really?

The problem with most police work

is you become emotionally involved.

This way I can achieve a little distance.

You want distance? Stand over there.

By the body.

- So it's all clinical? What about instinct?

- No such thing.

Instinct is just a set of learned responses.

I've studied what to do in almost

any situation. I'm ready for anything.

- Go downstairs.

- Is there a point to all this, or what?

- Downstairs!

- Jesus Christ!

So, Agent Smith, what happens when you

run into something completely new?

I wouldn't know. It hasn't happened yet.

You're stuck now.

Yeah, maybe.

- How about you? What do you do?

- Follow my instincts.

CAPITOL BAIL BONDS

- d Should auld acquaintance...

- d Be forgot

d For the sake of auld lang syne

Oh, goddam worthless

leg-humping, piece-of-sh*t dog!

Dexter!

Dexter! Time to eat!

Dexter?

Who's out there?

Miserable low-life pinko scum sh*t bastard!

Oh, now I'm supposed to be scared?

F***in' greedy a**hole burglar shithead!

I come in peace!

What the hell are we doing in a bar?

I don't drink on duty.

This is hardly procedure.

So proceed home! I can think here.

What are you talking about?

How can you think here?

All the blood's leaving my head.

My old pal Boner!

What do you know?

Come on.

- Kiss that C goodbye, slick!

- Sh*t!

- Something's wrong with your ball, Boner.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Where's Victor Manning?

- Who gives a sh*t?

My partner. He's dead.

- Hey, hey, no touchy!

- I want you to tell me who killed him.

You drop that, please.

OK, now, Boner, who killed my partner?

And who's got the drugs?

The f***in' Martians, that's who's got it.

It sure ain't on the street.

The White Boys thinks you cops did it,

Caine!

I swear it's the truth, the truth.

If I knew something, Caine, I'd tell you!

All right, beat it, Boner. You too.

So that's why we came here, huh?

To pump Boner.

Nice technique. It's very illegal,

and you got so much out of him.

You know?

I told you before, Smith.

I came here to think!

What if the weapon wasn't a blade

but a projectile, like a cue ball?

- Cue ball?

- Watch.

- It cuts this guy.

- Yeah.

Then it cuts this guy over here,

ricochets off him...

...hits the wall over here...

...then hits here, then cuts this guy.

Ends up somewhere over here.

So we're still looking

for your cue ball, is that it?

That's the murder weapon, huh?

Sh*t!

- Don't touch it again.

- Relax, I know what I'm doing.

Get down!

Now that's a murder weapon!

Hey, look, up there!

Procedure's procedure. You're going

on report for mistreating Boner.

Terrific. Pull over here on the right.

All right. See you tomorrow.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Inside.

Hey! Switzer manual, page 11.

Evidence must be presented promptly.

I got a friend at the University

I want to show it to first.

- Is he a scientist?

- No, he's a cheerleader.

He's not authorised personnel.

I'm not going to allow it.

Whoa...

Nice place.

That's a nice safe place for that.

- Do you want some wine?

- What?

Wine!

Maybe.

- Interesting painting.

- You like it?

Yeah, well, you know, it's really...

- Big!

- Right.

I guess I didn't exactly figure you right.

Guess not, Smith.

I want that disc.

Let's be honest. This is just a case

to you. To me, it's much more.

If you try to take this disc,

I'm gonna hit you very, very hard.

- Here.

- Thank you so much.

Let me ask you something.

Why don't you like me?

- Is it because I'm more successful, huh?

- Exactly.

I thought so.

Not bad.

I'll pick you up at seven.

I, um...

I wanted to apologise.

Diane...

You done?

Yeah.

Jack...

...promise me something.

What?

Promise to remember my birthday,

or to come visit my mother with me.

I don't care, just promise me something

like you do everybody else.

Can you do that?

I don't know who pisses me off more...

...you for doing this or me for letting you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Either you're Santa Claus

or you're dead, pal!

Goddammit, don't shoot!

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Picking you up!

The door was open, so I came in.

I think you've been robbed.

You FBI guys don't miss a thing.

There were more murders last night.

- Where's the disc?

- I left it with a friend last night.

Thank God!

- And you just got here, huh?

- Yes, of course I just got here!

Why? What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

Oh, my God!

Take some coffee, guys.

- I'll be right with you.

- Thanks.

I got to relax.

Extra caffeine. Lousy American coffee

couldn't keep a hamster up at night.

- Who's the suit?

- Smith here's a real, live FBI agent.

- Caine, are you nuts?

- Relax, I'm not here for that.

- It's all essential to my research.

- I believe you.

You Feds are all alike.

You're just like that tribe in Africa.

One that says the opposite to what they

mean. "Welcome!" Then they kill you!

- You've got nothing to worry about!

- See?

Calm down, Bruce. Tell us about the disc.

OK.

- Jesus Christ! Be careful, will you?

- Relax, G-man.

In a field void of charge like the one

I've created, it simply hovers.

In simplest terms, it's a magnet.

The most powerful self-contained

electromagnet I have ever seen.

- It can be attracted to other magnets...

- That's why it stuck to the speaker.

...and programmed to use other magnetic

forces as a means of propulsion.

- You can use any frequency.

- So how's it used as a weapon?

The human body

carries a small electrical charge.

You tune the disc to the charge, and then...

Flathead's basically correct.

It's like turning your radio dial to K-l-L-L.

- Incredible! I need more time to study it.

- Fine, keep it. We'll be back.

- I'm taking that thing to Switzer now.

- That thing almost took my head off!

- You can't take it!

- Really?

- You wouldn't get ten feet.

- Let him finish, then take it to Switzer.

Ah, yeah, fine. Fine.

- Hide it!

- You got it!

Three more like him came in last night.

- What links them to our case?

- Cause of death.

Massive heroin overdose.

This guy was no addict. Look.

It's definitely not self-induced.

- The Feds' heroin?

- I think so. The potency was incredible.

Your psycho stole a lot of heroin

to kill people with.

Why would he do that?

People do a lot of sick things

to each other.

What about the bullet hole?

- It's not a bullet hole.

- What is it?

I'm about to find out. Wanna stick around?

No, thanks, I'll pass.

I'm just gonna make a phone call

or something.

Sorry!

Doctor Schaeffer to Pathology...

- Come on.

- I'll call you back, sir.

- Got kinda stuffy in there, you know?

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