Premium Rush Page #6
Left him back there behind the bikes.
End of the row.
You left him?
What, you wanted me to
watch him the whole time?
No, I wanted you to give him the keys
to your car, jackass.
Where'd he go?
God damn it.
Bastard!
Can I get some help here?
Outta my way!
Hey! Come here!
Cut him off!
Jesus Christ!
Hey! Close the doors!
Okey-doke.
Come on.
Hey, somebody stop her!
The girl on the bike!
Come on!
Close the doors!
Angus, grab her!
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Hey!
You know what? I'm done.
- Hello'?
- Hey, you out?
Holy sh*t! That was the most fun
I ever had with my clothes on!
You know what to tell him?
I'm on it.
I need a flash mob, like, five minutes ago.
- Moosey, it's Raj.
- Hey, what's up, Raj?
I need the cavalry, bro.
No sh*t. Where we going?
Roadrunner.
Thought I told you not to call me, Raj.
Really?
Hey, it's Phoebe. Who's at the bridge?
Cyclehawk.
This is Johnny.
Yeah. I got it. I got it.
Well, tell him I got it.
He can send whoever he wants,
the Red Army, General Chow,
I don't give a hoot.
Yeah, I have the money.
Five minutes.
- Check this out.
- Man! That was a fauxback.
Sh*t. Come on, I gotta go. I gotta go.
Time to ride!
Pay heed, people!
Here we go!
You know how they say, "There's enough
to go around for everybody"?
There isn't.
Give me the ticket.
Yeah, you know the thing about these folks?
They never testify.
Who's to say you didn't lunge at me?
Give me the ticket.
What, is that your backup?
Yup.
Them, too.
Suck it, douche bag.
Get off me!
Stay the hell off me. I said stay away!
Sister Chen?
Delivery.
Sh*t.
Yeah, what? What, huh?
I'm a cop, you zipperheads.
What are you going to do?
What?
Wait a second.
Wait a second. I need a...
Okay...
Okay, just gimme a break.
I need to think for a second.
Thank God.
Are you okay?
I'll still take 6th Avenue at rush hour
over an office with a view.
Might have to put on the suit someday,
but not yet.
Fixed gear, steel frame, no brakes.
Can't stop.
Don't want to, either.
Let's get this.
This is Joe's bike.
- That's rough.
- This is cool.
I mean, kids, don't try this at home
or nothing, but, like...
Seriously, let's get you to the hospital.
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