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fucks what's left of her!

Come on, drop it!

Okay, all right.

[chain rattles]

Watch yo head.

crash!

My fault.

The gun, officer,

not the nightstick.

This is great.

All right,

I'm with you.

I'm with you,

but now

you gotta trust me.

I got absolutely nothing on

underneath, all right?

No hidden guns.

I don't even have

a chest protector on.

No vest. You see?

No hidden shoulder holsters,

nothing.

I want you

to trust me.

I'm gonna to show you

I got nothing

on my ankles,

no hidden gun,

absolutely nothing.

I don't want you

to look stupid.

The gun!

Drop the gun!

I'll drop the gun,

but here's the deal.

I lay the gun down.

You let the girl go.

I'll be your hostage,

all right?

Drop the gun!

All right,

nice and easy,

I'm putting

the gun down.

Nice and easy.

Nice and easy.

Nobody gets hurt.

Now, the only weapon

I got left now is useless

unless you're a pretty girl.

And speaking of pretty girls,

why don't you let her go?

After I kill you.

[gunshot]

[Blake moans in pain]

shing!

[suspenseful music]

smack!

[groaning]

thud!

Nice work.

Yeah, I guess

a Beretta in the butt

beats a butterfly

in the boot, huh?

[Nick over TV]

Now, the only weapon

I got left now is useless

unless you're a pretty girl.

And speaking of pretty girls,

why don't you let her go?

Please?

(Blake)

After I kill you.

[gunshot]

Idiot rookie.

Nine months

on the force.

Endangering civilians.

He should have waited

for backup.

Stop bitching,

Elliott.

The city is screaming

for law enforcement.

And what have you

given us

Toys

like battering ram tanks

and day-glo body armor.

(Elliott)

It's not day-glo.

It's fluorescent.

Whatever.

Styles is the first piece

of positive publicity

your department's had

in three years,

and I suggest you milk it

like a cow.

I'd like to get her tit

in the wringer.

(man #1)

District Attorney Brimleigh.

(man #2)

Chief Floyd.

(Brimleigh)

Warm your seat, Sergeant.

The locker room?

Look, this kid

is brave.

He's resourceful.

He's good-looking.

I'm just glad he's too young

to run for my job.

Yet, Ms. Brimleigh,

yet.

So he says,

"Honest, Officer.

This is my car."

Like this 7-foot guy is going

to fit in a f***ing Gremlin.

[laughs]

Holy sh*t.

(Brimleigh

Officer Styles, I presume.

Yes?

Uh, yes.

How do you do?

Officer Doyle.

(Larry)

Nick didn't say

we were having

company; hi.

It's nice to see you,

Ms. District Attorney.

Well, there's no need

to be so formal.

Just call me

what you all call me

down here

in the locker room.

Well, a guy would look stupid

calling the D.A.

Priscilla the Hun

to her face.

Might look

pretty honest too.

You never know.

Listen, that little gun

that you used,

it wasn't exactly

department issue.

I was very curious.

Where did you hide it?

[Larry clears throat]

Well, actually, it's--

see, it's the compartment.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

I see.

This is your boss.

You probably

only know him

from that retouched photo

on the station wall.

This is

Councilman Farris,

the be man

in the city government--

well, after me,

of course.

Oh,

glad to meet you.

Not yet,

but you will be.

(Brimleigh)

Styles, are you

going to hide

behind that door all day?

No, no, no,

um--

Don't put

your uniform back on.

You took it off

for the psychopath.

Keep it off

for me.

I don't want you

wearing anything

from this point on,

except civvies.

You and your partner

have been promoted

to detective by Chief Floyd.

Congratulations.

[Blake's echoing voice]

She's going to need

a paper bag over her head

when her boyfriend fucks

what's left of her!

Come on, drop it!

The gun, officer,

not the nightstick.

[Nick's echoing voice]

I'm with you.

I'll be

your hostage.

I got absolutely nothing on

underneath,

no hidden guns.

I don't even have

a chest protector.

No vest, you see?

No hidden shoulder holsters,

you see?

Drop the gun!

I want you

to trust me.

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

[indistinct

echoing voices]

Drop the gun!

I'll drop the gun,

but here's the deal.

I lay the gun down.

You let the girl go.

I'll be your hostage.

Drop the gun!

[eerie music]

[echo of gunshot]

Young fella?

Look at you lying there

like a lump on a log.

So what if you made

a few mistakes.

You can change

your life for the better.

Don't you have

anything to live for?

[woman over TV]

La night

in downtown Los Angeles,

four men died

in what police describe

as a drug deal

gone sour.

And while the accused killer,

Earl Talbott Blake,

remains in guarded condition

at City General,

the man who put an end

to his criminal career

was cited this morning

at city hall.

(Farris)

To Detective Nick Styles.

This is an honor

and a privilege

that I'm proud

to share.

[chuckles]

And I promise

to keep my clothes on

for my next arrest.

(woman)

Detective Styles, now in

his last year of law school--

Hey, you,

book man?

[eerie music]

You know what?

I just thought of something

I could change,

a whole life,

a whole future.

And it's all

in my hands.

(man)

Wonderful.

Would you like something

uplifting to read?

Maybe motivational?

Something heavy.

How about Tolstoy,

Anna Karenina, hmm?

It's not heavy enough.

Well, that was

his first book.

Okay.

War and Peace, hmm?

Yeah,

that's perfect.

And I'll take

that big Bible there too.

[suspenseful music]

God bless you.

Fine young man.

When you start reading

the right things,

down the right road...

rip!

[screams]

I'm gonna cover

the left side.

[man over TV]

Lieutenant Nick Styles may

look familiar to our viewers.

He first gained

national attention

two years ago,

when his apprehension

of professional hit man

Earl Talbott Blake

was captured

by an amateur photographer.

It's lunchtime.

(Larry)

Let's go!

All right, hold it.

Backup!

(man)

I got him.

(man)

Today's operation will cap

his career with the LAPD.

Next week,

the recent law school graduate

will continue

his crime fighting

as Los Angeles' newest

assistant district attorney.

(Nick)

You're running away.

What do you got here, huh?

Huh?

You got nothing, huh?

You're under arrest.

(male announcer)

Busted will return with more

authentic police action

followed by The Love Boat.

[bugs chittering]

[engines running]

(man)

Come on inside.

Come on,

straight back.

All right, close it up.

(man #1)

Hey, hey, isn't that Blake?

(man #2)

What's his cell mate

doing in the hospital?

[laughter]

(man #3)

Got a present

for you, Chewalski.

They got tired

of patching up his cell mates

over in C block.

Maybe you

can teach him some manners.

Isn't he cute?

(man #4)

Hey, give him hell, Blake.

I know you.

You're that dude

got busted

on America's Funniest

Home Video.

[laughing]

F*** yourself,

creamcake.

slam!

[screaming in pain]

clang!

[clattering]

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

(Larry)

Believe this?

It's on every station.

(Nick)

Yeah, I believe it.

The trial's been going on

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