Officer Downe Page #3
righteous punishment.
Mother supreme.
You better be praying.
Freeze! LAPD!
You seem troubled, young man.
We can help you here.
Sorry, lady, I'm an atheist.
Now drop your weapons.
With all due respect,
I cannot take seriously
one who has abandoned his
beliefs in a higher power.
I'm LAPD!
That is my higher power!
Shall I put one
between his eyes, mother?
Patience, sister,
perhaps this
one will come to his senses.
Drop your weapons.
Do not make me shoot!
Holy sh*t.
Hey, whoa, whoa,
hey, hey, hey, hold up.
Look, she's in custody.
Let's do things by the book!
The book? What?
You will all be judged.
Shut the f*** up!
Oh, f***.
Ah, sh*t.
Are you f***ing kidding me,
rook? This is gonna be your ass.
We're inside,
requesting immediate back-up!
Is he dead?
Rook, is he f***ing dead
or what?
Looks like I had you pegged
all wrong.
You couldn't keep your dick
in your pants, son.
Chief...
When I talk, that means you
don't talk.
I gave you explicit instructions
on how to comport yourself
on this detail,
and that's because I made
a judgment call on you,
looks like I might have
made the wrong one.
I had a long talk with Carter
and Fritch and even Hanso.
Those three never seem to agree
on anything,
except where you're concerned.
What did they say?
They said you were a chatty,
little f***.
They said you tried
to be a hero.
You asked me to be back-up.
I'm a cop. I backed him up.
We should have been in there
sooner.
That little stunt at the convent
could have been your ass!
He almost went for you,
didn't he? Huh.
You should have listened,
but you pissed yourself.
Well, in any case,
I have a problem.
You're on the inside now.
I can either put you back on the
whole program at risk, or I can
give you one last chance
to get your head out of your ass
and help us make a difference
in this city!
That's him.
So you know what I need
from you?
I guess so.
Do your job, be a shadow.
You might not understand what
we're doing, but right now
that's not my problem,
and you know what?
It's not yours, either.
Can I help you?
I'm officer gable, I'm on
downe's field detail.
Yeah, whatever,
as long as you got clearance.
Welcome to the bullpen.
So, um, what are they? I mean...
Well, each of them suffers
from some sort of
motor neuron disease,
Lou Gehrig's disease,
spinal muscular atrophy
and some stuff they don't even
have names for yet.
I don't get it.
Look, for whatever reason, and I
sure as hell couldn't tell you
why and I spend
most of my time with them,
they all have
telekinetic abilities,
on a level that we can't
even measure.
Telekinetic?
Yeah, telekinetic, the amount
of energy that this group
produces you wouldn't imagine.
It's enough to...
from the dead?
Exactly. We call it the
resurrection equation.
We harness the energy,
we channel it up
into the recovery bay,
where it regenerates and
resuscitates him.
You know, that whole thing,
every single time.
That's unbelievable.
Yeah, it's pretty cool, right?
How did they pick Downe?
Oh, this is a great story.
Uh, Terrance Downe,
full-on Metro division,
from back in the days,
an intense guy, fanatical.
Fanatical about what?
About being a cop. His freeway
pursuits were legendary.
Of course, his enthusiasm, uh,
ended up costing him.
Well, what do you mean?
Well, he had, how shall we say,
a little accident.
The circumstances under which he
passed away left his body
in a state that
happened to be perfect
for this particular experiment.
How long ago was it?
- What? What do you...
- That accident.
Oh, I think it was about
25 years.
Twenty five years?
Most stuff doesn't happen
overnight, son.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I...
It's just amazing what
science can do, I guess.
Goddamn right,
this is the cutting edge
of technology right here.
There's gotta be
a down side to this, right?
I'm not sure I get what
you're driving at.
Well, have we ever lost one
of them to this process?
Uh, yeah, a few from
before my time,
but it's the nature
of the beast, I guess.
Nature of the beast?
These poor souls sit down here
and are forced to...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what
are you talking about, forced?
Nobody's forcing anyone.
These people are volunteers,
each and every one of them.
- So they know?
- Yes, of course, they know.
This gives them a sense
of purpose,
you can see it in their eyes.
See what?
Pride,
pride in what they're doing,
pride in what they're
contributing to.
Does Downe even know about...
Hey, Downe, listen,
no hard feelings, you know,
about what happened earlier.
I just wanted you
to know that, um...
That I...
I was just trying to help,
that's all.
What the f*** you talking about?
What am I...
I was in the convent, um,
I made the arrest.
Intense guy.
No sh*t.
I don't have
a lot of time, baby.
Let's just do what I came
here to do.
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Just like that!
Just like that! Oh, f***!
Oh, f***!
Oh, my god!
Oh, sh*t.
This is starting to feel
like the good old days, eh?
Goddamn it!
We need to talk about
mother supreme.
She got busted.
Her entire operation is godless.
Good for us, less competition.
Except you got
the same intel I do.
It was that cock-munching
super cop that took her down.
So he's still out there.
What the f*** is up
with zen master flash?
He is taking his
sweet time, and on our dime.
of those dimes.
You know his reputation.
If he hasn't moved yet,
that just means that what
he's got planned
- Excuse me.
- Yeah.
Whiskey coke.
Are you LAPD?
Because that's who
we like to serve here.
Okay.
Do the thing, man, do the thing.
Well, well, well,
lookie what we have here.
Officer integrity,
officer ethics, officer dipshit!
Yeah, everybody...
listen up,
we got a hero in our midst.
"Cause this kid right here,
he's angling to be
super cop's new partner.
You know, you really got
some balls...
Think that you can walk
up in here like you one of us.
- Okay, look, I'm a cop.
- Yeah?
I'm a cop, yeah, just like you,
just like Downe.
Bullshit.
No, you're not a cop
like any of us.
Hell no.
And if you think anybody
in here is anything like
that f***ing freak,
you're wrong.
He's drunk.
I don't think I'm too
drunk to kick your f***ing...
- Come on!
- Hey!
All you f***ers stand down!
You're all cops here,
the a**holes are out there.
You save this sh*t for them.
The next one who gets in
somebody's face
up the side of his head.
My mom gave this to me, and she
taught me how to use it.
So who wants it, you? Anyone?
F***.
Come on, buy the rook a drink.
Shot!
To that, to that, to that.
Whatever, f*** off.
Shut the f*** up!
So, Downe been in here?
Are you kidding me?
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