Officer Downe Page #2

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He's talking to himself.

Shh.

Because that's what you do,

isn't it?

Who else can? No one.

- Where's he going?

- The armory.

Oh...

The skells and shitheads...

They're packing

like a third world country.

They've convinced themselves

they own this city.

It makes me sick.

So what are we doing about it,

Terry?

We're gonna take it all back,

chief.

What's he doing?

Gathering up

his correctional equipment.

My baby.

And all the baby food

he can eat.

All righty then,

down to the motor pool.

So, he just picks up right

where he left off?

That's all he knows.

He's the perfect cop.

That's incredible. How?

- What do you mean, how?

- I mean, how!

What kind of technology can

actually bring someone

who's clinically dead back to...

You were vetted pretty

extensively, rookie.

Your psychological profile

suggested you are adequately

equipped to deal with these

particular circumstances

without struggling with any of

the moral implications involved.

That's exactly why you've been

brought on the inside.

I had a feeling about you,

and I hate to be proven wrong,

so you need to tell me

right here, right now,

are you focused?

- Absolutely.

- Then let's go.

I see my ride's waiting for me.

Parked it

right where it always is.

This town's infected, Terry.

We need you to make it better.

We need to show them

what's what.

I will show them the law.

Okay, rookie, you're on.

For what?

One thing we learned this

last round,

we need to do a better job

of backing him up in the field.

What do you mean?

I'm putting you on this detail,

his back-up detail,

a special unit that will

stay close, but remain unseen

alongside officers Carter,

Fritch and Hanso.

I'm sorry, I don't...

He'd never call in for support.

Point of fact, he won't even

know you're there.

I'd imagine he'd be pretty

pissed off if he knew,

but you'll be there

all the same.

But in case of what?

I mean, chief, no offense,

but he doesn't...

When the time comes,

you'll know what to do.

Uh, chief, you said he'd

be pissed off if he knew?

Did I say that?

Yes, ma'am, I believe you did.

Then don't piss him off.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're good to go.

You've all been administered

your extra dose

of alkyl nitrites, and our

chemists have assured me

that you'll peak exactly

when you need to.

Just make sure

any erectile activity...

doesn't interfere

with your combat moves.

First things first,

we'll need to get his attention.

Shouldn't be too difficult,

our target tends to get involved

in some serious sh*t.

She will see you now.

About f***ing time.

Please watch your language.

Remember where you are.

All right, and where exactly are

we? I mean, this place...

This is a house of divine truth

and I detect the stench

of deception all over you.

- You what?

- Do not misunderstand me.

When you enter this room,

you should reek of nothing

but respect.

F***ing hell.

You're, uh, mother supreme?

Indeed I am.

Welcome to

the guardian angel covenant.

- It's nice.

- You have come to do business?

Yeah, I'm Dominick,

I've come to negotiate.

Negotiate? On whose behalf?

Well, my boss felt as though

there might be some,

uh, wiggle room when

it comes to the price?

He wants what you're selling.

He just hoped that instead

of a long-term payment plan

at your price, that we would pay

our price, all in one lump sum.

F***ing nice little package to

you. Do you know what I mean?

A f***ing nice one.

Another broken down street

mongrel trying to walk tall.

Look, this is no way

to do business.

I was told you'd be amenable.

Who told you that?

Who do you think?

Your boss...

Your boss has no balls.

Sorry? My boss...

Your boss has no balls!

Is she allowed

to talk like that?

He sent you here

with no real knowledge

of what you are dealing with.

Do you even know what

it is that we do here?

Do you even know what

merchandise

you have been sent

to negotiate over?

No. I wasn't given that

information.

Of course you weren't.

If you had been, you never

would have come, and yet...

Here you are.

Now you must pay the price.

Look, sister... You don't want

to f*** with me.

You do not want me, or my boss,

making trouble for you in here.

This... Is what we sell.

You're gonna shoot me?

A f***ing nun?

You're gonna f***ing shoot me?

Of course, not... they are.

That should send the appropriate

message as to how we negotiate.

Take him down to the morgue.

F***ing hell.

Gun running nuns?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

I wish I was, rook. These

b*tches are hard-core.

- Five months we've been bui...

- Don't start!

Well, well, pardon me.

I'm pissed off.

Hey, our detectives, they've

been workin' with the ATF.

Right, and now all of a sudden,

this super cop,

he gets to roll in there

and get the bust.

What we doing?

We're babysitting,

that's what we're doing.

- It's bullshit.

- Goddamn it.

You want to be

the first to go in there?

You know what goes on in there.

Come on, Hanso,

we just armor up,

knock that sh*t down,

easy-peasy.

Easy-peasy, is it?

I'll be glad to explain that to

your wife and two daughters.

Hey, f*** you, man, they know

exactly what I signed up for.

Oh, yeah, right,

tough guy, wanna go in there

all Martin Riggs

and show them what's what?

Uh, who?

Martin Riggs. Mel Gibson.

Lethal weapon?

Oh, right.

That's ridiculous.

No, no, that's ridiculous

that you don't know that.

Come on, Hanso.

Okay, so when exactly

do we go in?

Wait... have you not been...

Is he f***ing shitting me?

We don't go in,

not until it's done.

Until what's done?

Until he's done.

Is there anything left

to harvest?

Well, not his balls.

Freeze! You're under arrest.

Our house has been defiled!

Now let us find

the perpetrators,

whoever they may be,

and finish this.

You have

the right to remain silent.

- Well?

- Well, what?

We go in, right?

Sorry, rook, not yet.

We got our orders.

We wait until sh*t calms down,

then we go in.

Right now we relax and enjoy

the fireworks.

What if he needs us?

Yeah, no.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.

Holster your weapon, cowboy,

all right? Cool your jets.

This is the detail that you

signed up for?

Aren't we all cops here?

What are you trying to say,

rook? Huh?

Are we all cops here?

I know three of us are cops.

I'm not saying anything.

Bless the dark ones

who speak with thunder!

Scramble. Scramble! Scramble.

Station to special unit team,

Berringer is requesting a

status report.

Roger that,

we're holding position here.

We need some back-up

to form a perimeter

to keep the civilians out.

Copy that.

Back-up units are en route.

Okay, we're good here.

Soon as sh*t calms down,

we can secure the area.

All right, and the

stiff techs fish Frankenstein

out of the wreckage, what a

bunch of f***ing bullshit.

Hey, where's the rookie?

This motherf***er.

You have besmirched the sanctity

of this blessed soil.

And for that, you shall receive

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