Dark Angel Page #3

- Caine!

- This came for you about an hour ago.

- Thanks.

What's with you two?

Kind of a love-hate thing?

- More a hate-hate thing.

- What's that?

"Dear Caine, having a great time in Rio.

Wish you were dead. Love, Victor Manning.

"P.S. I told Warren to look you up."

- Who's Warren?

- Look at that bastard smiling!

- He kills my partner, then goes to Rio!

- So who's Warren?

Manning's partner, head of the White Boys.

Yuppie criminals.

- I've been after him for two years.

- Where are we going?

- To see Warren before he sees us.

- OK.

- What did you say?

- I said OK.

Oh, sh*t!

- How well do you know this area?

- A little.

- Let me drive.

- No way. It's my car. I'm driving.

Really? Two members of the White Boys

are following us.

- Let me take the wheel.

- I said I'm driving.

On second thought, you go ahead!

Turn right.

- Goddammit! What are you doing?

- Short cut. Ever hear of those?

- Stop f***in' around! Get some backup.

- I know what I'm doing!

- Sh*t. Where'd you get that?

- Present from my mother. Look out!

- We're not playing chicken!

- Last thing a White Boy wants...

...is a scratch on his car!

- I got 'em!

- Son of a b*tch!

- That's it!

Warren's a dead man.

- Where are we? Is this Warren's?

- Yep.

We have to follow procedure, Caine.

We have to get a warrant.

- Now!

- Nope. Now I don't care.

Car alarm! Come on!

Goddammit!

Hey...

Sh*t!

Next.

What's the latest on the LVO transfer?

- Not here. The carpet!

- Sorry!

Guns on the table.

- Come on, boys!

- Do it!

All right. Now get up.

I said get up!

OK, Warren.

Now you and I are gonna have a talk.

Nice to see you again, Caine.

Just sit down, Warren.

You shouldn't have come here. Victor

didn't want to go to Rio till next month.

Place is packed.

- He had to fly coach!

- I didn't kill your boys, Warren.

- Bullshit!

- You're after the wrong guy.

For some reason,

you cops have called a drug war.

What, did we forget a payment

or something?

Our sales have gone

straight into the crapper.

- No bonuses this quarter!

- Drug war?

What the f*** are you talking about?

Why, why, why

am I even talking to this cop?

'Cause you're gonna kill him!

Oh, right.

Nothing personal, Caine. Just business.

- You're forgetting who's got the gun.

- I think I can come up with some leverage.

All right, Caine,

you've got two things to consider.

Come on, man, move it!

One, Victor wanted you dead

by the close of business today.

Two, we have a drop to make.

I ought to call it off, but we have

a serious cash-flow problem...

...so you're going to do it for me.

If anybody's gonna be killed,

I guess it's gonna have to be you.

Forget it.

Oh, you'll do it.

Or else you'll start to get

a very bad reputation for losing partners.

- You understand the drill, right?

- Just give it to me.

No mistakes, pal.

Hope you guys understand

you're in a lot of trouble.

Yes, sir, what can I do for you?

Don't be foolish.

Tell the White Boys to kiss my ass!

Come on!

What the f*** was that?

Goddammit, what happened?

Who was that?

- What's going on?

- Just shut up and let me think!

Who's this?

You're gonna tell me

what happened out there right now!

Just wait here and we'll go back

for the disc later.

Oh, fine, you go right ahead

and take your time!

Don't worry about me, I'm just here

at your goddam beck and call!

Mm-hm. I think so. Yeah. Maybe.

Excuse me, young lady,

emergency call, FBI.

You're not gonna believe

what just happened!

Thank you.

Do you have change for a dollar?

Hmm. I always thought

I'd be the one to wring your neck.

Cute. You wanna answer my question?

Yeah. Roughly speaking...

...heroin stimulates the pituitary

to make endorphins...

...a hormone that creates

an incredible sense of well-being.

Nature's Ecstasy.

So if you shot somebody up,

drilled a hole, and...

Theoretically, you'd have your hands

on a nearly perfect drug.

- Why theoretically?

- There's no way on earth to do it.

Nobody has the technology to preserve

or administer the stuff. Not yet, anyway.

Let me run it by you again, Operator.

I wanna place a collect call.

No, a collect call.

Hey...

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Don't let that stop you.

It hasn't yet, you know.

We're dealing with aliens,

and not from Mexico! Two of them.

One's the killer,

and the other one's on our side.

Listen, you work very hard.

Your mind and body require a rest

or they break down.

- I need you to listen to me.

- You need a psychiatrist, Jack!

Somebody had to be the first.

The first what, huh?

The first person to see aliens?

You don't have proof.

No one's gonna believe it.

I got the disc.

Come on.

Bruce?

Jesus!

What happened?

What do you think happened?

- The bastards stole the disc.

- Your pal! I knew this would happen!

I tried to lie. I swear it.

They knew I had it.

- Are you all right?

- I feel like I look.

- You look like sh*t!

- Look who's talking!

- Do you know who they were?

- I don't know.

Troglodytes with bad haircuts.

Looked like you, actually.

Why don't you shut up?

Terrific. Our one piece of evidence,

and it's gone!

What are you looking at?

- We're going to Malone.

- It's your career. Go ahead.

You gonna tell him we're fighting

drug dealers from outer space?

No sh*t, man, he had to be seven feet tall!

I saw him two blocks down the street.

Sure you did. Last week you saw

Jimi Hendrix at the laundromat.

Right. With a dryer full of tie-dyed shirts!

Man, there's a crazy motherf***er

running around... Oh, sh*t!

- Stay cool.

- That's him. That's the guy.

- I come in peace!

- Sure you do, tall guy!

Leave him alone!

Sh*t, what the f*** you doin', man?

- You're gonna back me up, right?

- Absolutely.

- Promise?

- No problem.

- Say what?

- I agree with you, sir, I agree 100%

- Caine is jumping to conclusions.

- You spineless son of a b*tch!

- Are you testing me, Jack?

- It's true!

Then bring me some proof!

That disc you say you found.

- Somebody stole it.

- Yeah, sure!

Malone here. Yeah.

What? Where?

How many?

Yeah.

Your boy just killed two more people.

This time we have a witness.

Dee, tell Harper, Portland

and Mulroney to meet me at this address.

- Thanks!

- I've got a career to think about!

If you can't help, stay out of my way!

- Inspector Switzer says...

- That's two!

How many do I get?

- Why can't you understand...

- I'm the goddam coroner!

If I'm not authorised personnel, who is?

- I can't help you!

- I don't want you to help me!

Why am I talking to you?

You're Neanderthal.

There's no reason to get personal.

- What's going on here?

- Oh, Jack, thank God! This...

- A**hole?

- Thank you. This a**hole won't let me in.

There are corpses in there

and I can't see the bodies.

- Detective Caine.

- The crime scene has been sealed.

I'll handle this, please.

What's the problem?

- Smith, FBI.

- You can all put your wallets away.

You're not getting in there!

- I think we are!

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