Murphy's Law Page #5

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Yeah, but then who's this guy in Malibu?

Albert Skinner.

He was the prosecutor.

Mr. Skinner?

Nice digs.

Hey, this dude must have robbed

a couple banks, huh?

I'll take a look upstairs.

If I see any bodies, I'll give a yell.

Mr. Skinner!

Hey, Mr. Skinner!

Hey!

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Skinner?

McGee?

Arabella?

Arabella?

- Homicide.

- Give me Art Penney.

He isn't here.

- Let me talk to the Lieutenant.

- He's not here either.

Oh, damn. Who's this?

This is Sergeant Reineke.

Who the hell is this?

Sh*t.

Ed, it's Murphy.

Murphy, you son of a b*tch!

I know who killed Ben Wilcove.

Yeah, it was you, you bastard!

Shut up and pay attention

to what I have to say.

I've been set up, framed by a woman.

Her name's Joan Freeman.

You talk to Art. He knows who she is.

And get a hold of the Lieutenant, have him

send some men to the Bradbury Building.

She's on her way there.

All right, all right, I'll do that,

but come on in, will you?

We'll talk about it. Come on in.

I don't have time for this crap.

The woman has a hostage.

Get ahold of the Lieutenant,

and I'll meet him down there.

Hey, Ed. What are you doing?

Fine. Fine.

- He's inside.

- Go get him.

Alone?

What's the matter? Are you afraid of him?

Murphy?

Up here.

She's somewhere in the building.

Who? Your fairy godmother?

Hold it right there.

Put your gun down.

Where's the Lieutenant?

He's at home, watching TV.

Put it down!

You don't have to worry, Jack.

I got a friend waiting for you outside.

Frankie Vincenzo wants

to share some pasta with you.

You dirty bastard.

You're on the wrong side, Jack.

But it doesn't matter.

You always were a loser, anyway.

Come on.

You're running out of friends,

Murphy.

You better hurry!

We're waiting for you.

Where the f*** is he?

Maybe he ain't coming back.

Come on, come on!

Come on! Let's do it!

Who does he think he is? Cochise?

Find him!

AI?

AI, did you get him?

Why don't you come up

and get me yourself, Frank?

You remember what I told you

about Murphy's Law?

You remember what I told you.

Don't f*** with Jack Murphy.

You're pretty good, Murphy.

But not good enough.

It's time for your girlfriend to die.

Say bye-bye to the little b*tch.

What took you so long, butt-crust?

No!

Now it's just you and me.

Do you really hate me now, Murphy?

Could you possibly hate me

as much as I hate you?

Please, help me!

Help me.

Please.

Help me, damn it!

You go to hell!

Ladies first.

Come on, move them back.

Move them back.

Move these people back.

And lift!

- You got it?

- Yeah.

These go over your side.

- Yeah, in the socket.

- DOAs.

Hey!

Would you dinosaur dorks move it

before I bleed to death?

- There it is.

- Jesus Christ.

What are you grinning at, snot-rag?

Next time I get hold of a bar of soap,

I'm gonna wash out your mouth

all the way down

to the other end of your body.

Yeah, well, blow it out your ass,

sperm-count.

Guess I'll make that a case of soap.

LA 's just a movie set

You're a flash in the pan.

Sweat drips from your forehead

While your foot's stuck in the sand.

You're pushing 105 on the freeway

'Cause you've got to get to nowhere.

You see the flashing red in your rear view.

But you don't care.

Murphy's Law.

If anything could possibly go wrong.

It will.

Hey.

You wait in line to pay the fine.

But you're standing at the wrong window.

Then she says "We close at five,

so come back tomorrow".

You dodge the traffic

You fight the smog.

But the paper's in the mail.

Somehow you knew all along

That you would fail.

Murphy's Law.

It could happen to you.

Murphy's Law.

You better know what to do.

Murphy said if anything could

possibly go wrong.

It will, yeah.

You may be down and out.

You may not have a friend.

But there's something inside driving you.

You never let the freeway end.

You say when you're not lookin'.

That's when things are found.

But when everyone's out looking for you.

It takes guts to turn around.

Murphy's Law.

Murphy's Law

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