Officer Downe Page #4

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Not a chance in hell.

- He don't fraternize.

- Not with anyone.

Okay, I don't...

I don't get that.

What... Do you think we want

to do this detail?

Getting that freak's back? No.

No, f*** that son of a b*tch.

I will f***ing lay my

life down for each and every

f***ing one of you.

Because that's what

it's all about.

You see,

I only have to do it once.

There you go.

And that's what makes

it bearable.

You really can't say

that, though...

Because you don't know

how he does it.

Nobody knows how he does it.

You know how he does it?

Do you?

You know something

we don't, rook?

What the hell would I know?

No, I guess you right.

All I know is there some old

Franken-science sh*t

going on over there.

I mean, you're talking about

like a bunch of dead body parts

and their corpses, like,

smashing together.

I don't think that's Downe.

You got Boris Karloff with a

badge and that's some bullshit.

Who?

- Oh, no, Boris Karloff.

- What?

Frankenstein, movie!

You mean Frankenstein's monster.

What you mean by that?

Everyone always calls the

monster Frankenstein.

But the monster was created by

Dr. Frankenstein.

It's not Frankenstein,

it's Frankenstein's monster.

Stop the music.

Stop... The music.

Look at you.

You a cop?

Yes, you are.

Do you represent the law in this

city, your city? Yes, you do.

Without you, it's all over.

Too much crime, too much chaos,

too much madness.

Do you ever ask yourself, why?

No, you don't.

There is no more why.

Get it together.

Lock it down. Lock it down now.

Multiple

10-34s reported at cedar Sinai

at Beverly and San Vicente,

all units respond.

Center, this is officer Downe

responding, I'm on my way.

I don't like that.

Well done, students.

Like sending up the brightest

flare to passing rescue ships.

This will get his attention.

Shh. That's our target we're

hearing and he's coming fast.

Prepare to slice and dice.

I'll be back in a flash.

Everybody freeze!

Good god.

Why do you care so much

about that guy?

Isn't it enough that you get to

clean his litter box with us?

I don't really like that

part of it,

but what I'm saying is,

I don't blame Downe. Yeah,

I mean, I don't think I do.

Right, because Downe is an

innocent victim in all of this.

Meanwhile, the good cops,

talkin' about the ones that

we've been toasting to all night

they're out on the street

risking their sh*t

for god knows what.

And you know what happens

when they eat it?

They don't come back!

If you can stand,

get down to cedar's,

it's a f***ing massacre

over there!

Let's go, motherfuckers!

This sh*t is real!

F*** it. Let's go be

f***ing cops!

Any a**hole I see flashing

a blade...

No Miranda?

I was hoping to hear you say it.

Anyway,

does this count as a blade?

Well, would you look at that?

Some Kung-fu cowards.

Motherfucking cowards.

I see you're resisting arrest.

Well, that means I'm gonna have

to bust out my favorite piece

of correctional equipment,

lethal force!

Is that the best you've got?

That's assaulting

a police officer.

Little b*tch! Punk ass!

If you can't do the time,

don't do the crime!

Look at you.

I'm not quite as impressed

as I thought I'd be.

Guess I need to lower my

expectations.

You... have the right...

What's that?

To remain...

- Come again, son?

Mm... tasty.

Silent.

Ah, do tell.

Students,

observe the coup de flash!

If you can...

Your mama!

Cracka-boom, motherf***er!

And that, students, is what

precision work looks like.

But don't worry, he's not dead,

not quite yet anyway.

And so, on we go to phase two.

I told you he'd get

the big bastard!

I hope he burned him

like a witch!

Like a b*tch!

We'll get the deets

any minute now.

One of our lieutenants

is in direct contact.

This is a righteous

f***ing victory!

Let's see the LAPD

come back from this.

Who runs this city?

Talk slow, I want to enjoy this.

I need to hear some key words,

eviscerated, decapitated,

castrated. Go on.

Well, masters,

how about kidnapped?

Apparently zen master flash

subdued Downe

and transported him

to another location.

By all accounts,

he's still alive.

What!

You gotta be shitting me!

What's he think he's gonna do?

Get ransom money from the LAPD?

That wasn't the deal we made!

That motherf***er!

Okay, okay, just put

your peckers in park,

and we'll figure out exactly

what the f*** he's up to.

Holy Christ.

Jesus.

Goddamn f***ing

blood bath in here.

Check for survivors.

Holy sh*t.

Does anyone see his body?

Who gives a sh*t?

Look at this f***ing place.

Zen master flash...

Speak f***ing English.

As you wish.

The visionary that I am,

I realized the most entertaining

thing to do now

would be to bring down some

friends to dance with you.

Maybe you remember them.

So, all you rats

in the rat's nest...

Let's find out just how much

damage this cop can take.

What the hell are you doing?

That's a good question.

Jesus.

No, just me.

Come to rub it in? I mean,

the freak is finally gone.

He's missing in action,

he's cut up into tiny pieces,

spread out all over la.

That's all that's left.

So that's it, then? He's gone,

what are you gonna do?

You gonna turn in your badge,

too? Hmm?

That the kind of cop you are?

I don't know what kind of cop

I am anymore.

What does it matter anyway?

We blew it.

We were his back-up, we blew it,

besides when it gets out

what my blood-alcohol level

was when I showed up

at a crime scene...

That's it for me.

Being a cop was all I had.

No wonder you like him so much.

What is it?

Personnel file,

dating back to the late 70's,

Terrance Downe.

What?

Wait, this is back from when

he was...

Alive. You think you got a

one-track mind.

This motherf***er was king cop

from day one.

No family, no attachments,

nothing but the job.

You're wondering if he's

being exploited

or some bullshit like that?

The file has the whole story.

We all read it, by the way, so,

if it makes any difference...

We hate him a little less now.

You are LAPD. You are in the

motherfucking brotherhood now.

You are a motherfucking cop.

I'm a cop. That's right.

- Officer gable!

- Chief!

You show up at a fresh crime

scene after floating all night

at the rusty nail? With those

jerk-offs in your detail?

Are you going after Downe?

Downe is not your problem! He's

nobody's problem! It's over!

It's not over! Do you see this?

It is not over!

Where are you going?

Gable!

Stop right there, rook.

Don't f*** around, gable!

This is beyond you!

Chief...

Obviously he walked into a trap.

It was only a matter of time

before...

Before what? Before the

department cuts Downe loose

because it's not cost-effective

to keep him around.

Don't get political on me,

you little sh*t.

Oh, okay, so what?

You're not gonna go after him?

You're just gonna find

the next test subject?

What did you say?

Chief, I know about the bullpen.

The what?

The bullpen, the telekinetics

you have down there.

What the f*** do you know

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