Runaway Page #4

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Did I leave my purse out there or not?

Are you listening to me?

He's not even there.

Don't shoot, please.

Please don't shoot.

Come on, now.

Nobody move.

Nobody move.

Just stay cool.

Everything's gonna be fine.

You said there wouldn't be trouble.

Nobody move. Jack?

Right here.

Okay, let's take it easy.

Everybody move real slow,

and we won't have any trouble.

Hey!

Drop it, sucker.

I said, "Drop your gun."

I'm not kidding, a**hole.

Drop your gun.

Please.

Now kiss your ass goodbye!

Police! Hold it!

I'm okay. Get him.

- Where?

- The stairs!

Officer down, inside.

Call for backup.

They're on the roof!

It's all right. It's all right.

You're okay.

The coroner's office has authorised

the removal of the bodies.

- Come on.

- She's a witness, Billy.

- May we have a word with you?

- Go away.

- Later.

- I want to talk to you.

Chief, any further comment?

No, there's no comment right now.

- How is it, kid?

- Fine.

Didn't even break any bones.

I'm going to the hospital.

They'll take the bullet out there.

Take it out there?

That's right, in case

she starts bleeding.

But you can't move her.

Hold on a minute. Come here.

Take a look at that screen again.

That's not a bullet.

It's an unexploded microshell.

It can go off anytime.

- It can blow her whole arm off...

- That's right.

You gotta take it out here.

Don't move her.

- The chief wants your ass.

- I know.

Hey.

Just sit tight.

It's gonna be fine.

I'm trying not to breathe.

You do that.

Look at this. Look.

Those two dead hoods?

We got a make off the prints.

Tommy Aracaro, degree in

electrical engineering, Cal Tech.

- Great.

- And...

...Luigi Bandini, degree in

solid state physics, M.I.T.

These guys are high-tech shoppers.

But what are they buying?

- Good question.

- Now, Ramsay!

Get over here, Ramsay.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

- It's my operation.

It's a runaway operation?

No runaways in that room.

You screwed up good. We've got

two dead officers, understand?

Two dead cops!

Two wounded, one of them

your own partner.

We got two dead Guinea punks!

And nobody knows what it's all about!

- I know what it's about. It's about this.

- What is this?

It's some kind of new bullet,

like a guided missile.

It can go...

What the hell is this?!

Disarm robot.

There's an unexploded fragment.

You can't use that thing on her!

- They sent for it.

- They screw up all the time.

- We have to. It's a live shell.

- It'll screw up!

lt'll blow her arm off.

- Can't you get a CVD?

- There's none available.

It's over a year old and,

they were never any good!

Jesus Christ, you've got

nerve to complain!

Haven't you done enough for one day?

- I'll get the bullet out.

- You?

I'll disarm the goddamn bullet.

Get it out of here!

All right, clear out.

We've got a disarm job.

Clear out!

Can you get them to clear out?

I want Tensolite shields!

I want blast pads!

I want to clear the f***ing room now!

Ramsay! You're on television.

I don't give a sh*t.

Get that thing out of my face.

Get out. Clear it out!

Ladies, I'll give you

a statement down here.

Let's go. Get out!

Yes, I will give

the public a statement.

What's this?

Remote TV.

Of course.

Okay, guys, let's clear out.

Better get away from the door.

- How we doing, kid?

- Okay.

I heard the news.

Yeah?

Well, don't sweat it.

You don't have to do this.

Yeah, I know.

- You can let the robot do it.

- I wouldn't miss this for the world.

Okay, just hold real still.

- Too tight?

- No, it's okay.

I want you to sit back

and take it real easy.

It'll hurt like a mother.

Just real easy.

Just turn your arm.

Real slow. That's it.

That's good.

Okay, whatever you do...

...don't move your arm.

I'll try and remember.

Don't you need your glasses for this?

Want me to run to the car

and get them?

Breathe it, kid.

Hold still!

Come on kid, breathe it.

That's it. Just keep breathing.

Hold still.

That's it.

Come on, kid.

Breathe it. That's it.

Easy.

- Did you get it?

- Not yet.

Can't you do anything right?

I'm doing the best I can.

This thing's gonna be okay.

Heard any jokes lately?

Come on, kid.

Hold on. Come on, hold still.

Breathe it. I can see it.

Come on.

I can see it.

It's almost there.

Come on.

There!

It's okay.

You didn't need to wait, Jack.

I'm fine.

- I was worried about you.

- I'm fine, really.

- Hurt much?

- No. Not really.

Bet it does.

Jack, I'm fine.

Why don't we have dinner tonight?

- Dinner?

- Yeah.

Sure. I gotta go home

and change, though.

- You can go like that.

- I can't go like this.

We're going to my place.

Okay.

- We should get to know each other.

- I love it.

It's a good idea for partners

to spend time together...

...away from work.

- Definitely. You're right.

We'll go over office routines...

...station procedures.

There's a lot of things

you'll need to know.

The chief isn't the easiest guy

to get along with.

I always take new partners to dinner.

Oh, you do?

Just because you're a woman

shouldn't make any difference, right?

Well, listen, I really

appreciate the gesture...

...but I want to go home.

- Why not dinner?

Just forget it.

The pasta will be al dente

in two minutes...

...17 seconds.

- Forget it, Lois.

- Where's your dinner guest?

- Forget it.

She forget it?

She didn't forget it.

I'm asking you to forget it.

Very well, I will erase it

from memory.

You do that.

Bobby stayed up to say

good night to you.

Dad.

Hi, son.

I saw you on TV.

Oh, yeah?

I know you didn't mean it.

- Mean what?

- What you said.

The words that you said

that you say I can't say.

Yeah.

- Well, you see...

- I know.

You didn't know what you were saying,

because you were worried about her.

Well, that's true.

But that's not an excuse.

- Sometimes...

- Just don't let it happen again.

I'll try.

Did she come here tonight?

No, she went home.

Excuse me, sergeant.

They want you at the police station.

- I gotta go.

- Okay.

You go to sleep.

- Good night, son.

- Yes, sir.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Vehicle recovery on three-six.

Look at this.

The back half is solid propellant.

There's directional control.

The nose is electronic.

You've heard of a bullet that has your

name on it? This one really does.

- You can program it.

- What's its signature?

I don't know. I've tried everything.

Movement, light, shape.

- I gotta know, Marvin.

- I know!

I'm doing my best, okay?

It's tricky.

Heat.

My God.

- A heat-seeking missile.

- They come at a specific person.

Sure.

Everyone's body has its own unique

heat pattern. This is yours...

...and this is mine.

Clean, simple and neat.

Jack, this is a police nightmare.

We used to worry about terrorists

getting A-bombs?

The real problem is

microelectronics stuff.

I mean, a smart bullet?

What about these chips?

Overrides all CPU instructions.

Turn any computer into a killer.

Charles Luther. This the guy?

Yeah, that's him.

This is a bad guy.

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