Predator 2 Page #2

...is my middle name.

I'll see you around.

- I'm the new transfer, Jerry Lambert.

- Like I said, have a seat. I'll be right with you.

- Who is this dude?

- Yeah, what an a**hole.

All right, Danny boy, what we got?

What have we got? Five lowlife Scorpions

make it into the building.

The next minute... they're all shish kebab.

Not one bullet wound.

It wasn't drugs or money.

There's a shitload of that.

Maybe King Willie brought in some

outside talent. He's making his big move.

A pro would have split

the moment he heard us.

More than one, we would have seen them.

Whoever did this

waited until the last minute...

...and then took out four men

armed with machine guns by hand!

And then got by us.

Maybe we should give him ajob.

Let's put him on the payroll.

So me and my partner bolt up the stairs,

somebody is screaming bloody murder...

- You gotta... You gotta hear this.

- What?!

Hey. Hey, I forgot to tell you.

See that guy there?

That's Ferris's replacement.

This guy's Jerry Lambert.

The Lone Ranger from Rampart station.

That's the Lone Ranger?

I thought he was here

to fix the air conditioning.

I said "Lady, you are under arrest."

And she said "Why?"

I said "Because your husband is dead.

You killed him."

- Know what she said, didn't miss a beat?

- Uh, no.

She said "I stabbed that son of a b*tch

plenty oftimes. He never died on me before."

Looks like he's putting the moves to Leona.

His first big mistake.

I have heard about you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah!

- Like your last partner got shot.

- What?

Well...

- Oy!

- You try that cowboy sh*t with me, f***er...

...you can kiss these goodbye.

- Got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

Well, well, I see that

the three of you have met.

Lambert, if you're feeling up to it...

...why don't you limp your way in

to the lieutenant. He wants to talk to you.

Yeah.

- You're a bad girl.

- Ooh, I like that.

No, no, no!

Goddamn, is that b*tch on the rag or what?

This is what I call "the speech", kid.

I only give it once, so pay attention.

Until now, it's all been fun and games,

cops and robbers, dunking doughnuts.

But you're in the sh*t now.

Metro Command is a war zone.

Lieutenant, I've paid my dues.

I had to bust my ass to get my transfer.

And that scares the sh*t out of me, kid.

No one requests to come here

unless they want a reputation.

There's no room for anyone looking

to prove themselves. I won't stand for it.

Don't get me wrong. We need good cops,

and they say you're good at what you do.

But the team comes first.

You live by that, and you'll be OK.

And we'll all be there for you.

Remember, the door swings both ways.

That's it.

Hey, kid.

Welcome to the war.

No!

OK, guys.

This has gone too far now, huh?

Hey, hey, guys.

I- I-I know you're trying to scare me, huh?

Well, you did a pretty good job, man.

I'm scared now.

Stop it now.

I can pay you.

$2 million, man. In cash.

- Right now!

- This is not about money.

This is about power!

There's a new king in the streets.

This is a message he has for your people.

You are history.

F***ing history, goddamn puto.

What the f*** are you doing now, man?

You're crazy!

King Willie says...

...not only do I have to kill you...

...but I have to take your soul.

Voodoo magic.

F***ing voodoo magic, man.

But you know what? I tell you what I believe.

Sh*t happens.

Shoot it!

F***er!

Sh... sh*t happens.

Sh*t happens.

I'm standing just outside

a penthouse complex in San Pedro...

...involving as many as 20 people.

It's uncertain who they were.

One report indicates it might be

the feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse.

I go in for my physical and the doctor says

"I need a semen, stool and urine sample."

I say "Gee, doc, I'm in a big hurry.

Can I just leave my underwear?"

Oh, God.

Achtung, mein Kapitan!

Word is there may be as many as

Oh, man, it's Pope.

That parasite must live in his car.

I'll handle it. PR's my specialty.

Word is they want your ass off the job.

- Tony!

- Who the hell are you?

Your biggest fan!

Catch your show all the time.

- I got a job to do!

- Your job is to root for garbage elsewhere.

- Been inside?

- Yeah. We were gonna go in with our guys...

...but we were told on a radio transmission

nobody goes in under any circumstances.

All units, be advised.

Federal offcers will handle investigation.

- We didn't hear that. Let's go.

- You're the boss.

This is Cheryl Tyer reporting live...

Hey, nice flashlight. Mind if I borrow it?

OK.

Damn!

Look familiar?

F***.

Oh, God.

Ramon Vega, the crack king.

Biggest operator in East LA. 100 keys a week.

- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they?

- Jamaicans. King Willie's boys.

That makes no sense.

This was a voodoo ritual.

I've seen it before. They took his heart out.

- What for?

- Terror tactics, man.

You know,

to scare the sh*t out of their enemies.

- King Willie.

- Who the hell is King Willie?

King Willie, voodoo priest of the LA posses.

Ran the terror gangs

for Edward Seaga in Jamaica...

...till he got too powerful.

The Jamaican chiefs

won't make a move without his approval.

So what the f*** happened?

Sh*t!

Hey, we got a survivor!

What's she saying?

I don't know. She's not making any sense.

She keeps saying "El diablo vino por ellos."

The devil came for them.

If it's the Colombians, why'd they leave their

boss hanging and his girl naked on the floor?

- It wasn't the Colombians.

- Our friend from the armoury.

Right.

We got a new player in town.

Come over here, Mike. Check this out.

What is that?

Looks like a spear tip or something.

This is a restricted area.

I want it cleared immediately.

You're walking on physical evidence.

- We'll take care of her.

- She's with me.

Lieutenant, I'd like

a word with you in private, please.

They say that persistence

is your most outstanding quality.

- I know this is your show...

- You're not listening to me!

You got a big nose and

you're sticking it too far in my business.

Maybe you can hear this.

The next time you cross me...

...you're gonna turn up missing.

- Garber, the man with the camera. Get him.

- Yes, sir.

- All right. Let's go.

- Stay away.

- Hey, f*** you, man! Give me my camera!

- Shut the f*** up.

Hey, wait a minute!

I got my rights! I'm ajournalist.

- Harrigan! Harrigan!

- Shut up. Let's go.

Smells like a cover-up.

The press has a right to know!

Take him out of the building. Search him.

Now you get the hell out of here.

Who the hell are you, Keyes?

The last person in the world

you wanna f*** with.

Wanna make me proud, kid?

Take your bag oftricks, stay with them,

find out where they take her.

Meet me later at La Cita's.

And be careful. These guys are good.

Hey, don't worry!

Surveillance is my specialty.

OK, then. Just get going.

Go get 'em, Lone Ranger.

Danny, look here. We gotta take this real cool.

These guys sure aren't the DEA,

but it's still Keyes's party.

You stick around, stay out of sight.

I'll meet you at one o'clock.

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