Runaway Page #5

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Served one to three, robbery.

Arrest, murder two, no conviction.

Arrest for assault with a deadly

weapon, overturned. Mob connections.

He's a rich kid gone bad.

Why's he with Johnson?

He got Johnson and Harry to design

the chips, killed them...

...and ran away with the stuff.

He likes to kill people.

He's killed five so far. I want him.

I'm sure you do.

But how are you going to get him?

We've got his girlfriend.

Whoop-dee-do! You think he's

interested in a piece of ass?

- She's all we've got.

- And she leads nowhere.

- I want you to talk to our psychic.

- Oh, chief.

Linda's in the building. I'll send

her up here to give you a reading.

- Come on, chief.

- Just do it, Ramsay.

Louis...

An old name.

Lucifer.

Luther?

- Is his name Luther?

- Yeah.

And you're looking for him.

He's very angry.

Where is he?

I'm not surprised you're

looking for him.

You have a karmic bond.

You were brothers in another life.

- Linda...

- Your relationship is clear, like...

...pieces in the same puzzle.

You've been close many times,

and you'll get closer.

You'll definitely meet.

When and where?

He'll see to that.

After all...

...you have what he wants.

- I do?

- Of course.

- I work as an exercise instructor.

- Where?

A lot of places.

Look, I got a firm body.

My body's perfect. It's like a rock.

I can see that.

Oh, come on.

He's giving me a hard time.

- He doesn't believe me.

- I can't help.

Wiener-head!

Officer Milhop, artist sk etch room.

- Called you back too, huh?

- Yeah.

- How are you feeling now?

- Okay.

Hurts, but it's okay.

- Hey, Ramsay. Telephone.

- I'm not here.

What's going on?

Those illegal chips look like

they were production-etched.

Meaning what?

They were run off

a regular assembly line.

- So?

- Somewhere there's photo templates...

...to make more.

Who has the templates?

I don't know. We better find them.

He said he knows you're here.

Do you know a Luther?

This is Ramsay.

You're lucky to be alive.

You should've let the robot disarm it.

- You watch TV. What's on your mind?

- I watch, I look, I listen.

I'm watching you now.

Right. What's on your mind, Luther?

You're standing by the desk

punching buttons on the console...

...trying to trace this call,

which won't...

...do sh*t, because I'm calling

from a mobile phone.

Now you're looking around.

Now you're cupping your hand

over the receiver.

He's tapped into

the closed-circuit TV.

I can't hear what you're saying,

but I've tapped into the TV line.

That wasn't very nice, Ramsay.

How'd he do that?

You're probably wondering

how I did that.

- What do you want?

- I want my girl.

I know she's there.

I want you to turn her over to me.

No way.

If you don't, I'll kill her.

And then I'll kill you.

You can't run away, Ramsay.

I'll find you.

My little machines will

find you wherever you go.

- Why's he want the girl?

- Maybe she has the templates.

- Marvin, can you get me a little bug?

- Yeah, I got it for you.

You were supposed to catch him.

And how are you?

- You were supposed to catch him!

- I tried.

Well you didn't, shithead!

I feel bad about it too.

Not half as bad as I do.

You really screwed up.

He got away.

You know where that leaves me?

He's smart, you know?

He's gonna know how you found him

at the hotel room because I told.

And he's gonna be so mad...

What am I gonna do now?

- We'll take care of you.

- Sure you will.

We'll move you to a safe place.

You'll move me to a safe place?

And where is that?

There is no safe place.

Not from him.

- Sure there is.

- No, there isn't!

What does it take to get

through to you?!

He sees everything.

He knows everything here.

Do you understand

what I'm saying to you?

Why is he looking for you, Jackie?

How do I know?

We better move you.

Beginning debug scan.

Scan complete. No bugs detected.

Beginning debug scan.

Scan complete. No bugs detected.

- Purse, Jackie.

- Not again.

- Come on.

- I'm clean.

We'll see.

Beginning debug scan.

Bug detected.

Give me your blouse, Jackie.

Nice.

Resuming scan.

Bug detected.

Give me your bra.

Resuming scan.

- Bug detected.

- Hold still.

Resuming scan.

Bug detected.

- Got a lot of bugs.

- I thought I was clean.

You're loaded.

He really wants to keep track of you.

Why is that?

- These two are clean.

- Okay, fine.

Are you crazy?

These are police cars.

- You want a four-car escort?

- Just you.

We'll take the robot driver.

You ride shotgun.

Is that gonna be enough?

Hell, no! If we're in cop cars,

they'll catch on right away.

- Oh, I doubt that.

- You doubt that?

You're acting like Sir Galahad.

You're gonna get us all killed.

Where's the templates?

What templates?

Let's get moving. Come on.

We hit the streets, and you,

me and dollface are dead.

Hey, Jack, you need a hand?

Just don't touch the cars, Rudy.

- Come on, it's me, Rudy, your buddy...

- Don't touch the car!

- Come on, I'm clean.

- Back off!

Okay.

It's Luther.

Yeah, could be.

- You reading?

- Very clear.

- Armed?

- Yeah.

- What do you think our chances are?

- I'm not worried.

Yeah, well, you should be.

Internal screens are activated.

Clear so far.

No electronic targets are shown.

Set up.

Okay. Pull back a little.

Get the lock-on ready.

Lock-on. Armed.

- Front or rear?

- Rear.

- A lock-on is tracking.

- Sh*t!

In progress.

- It's all yours.

- Got it.

A lock-on is targeted.

- One down.

- One coming.

- Lock-on closing.

- From the front.

200 yards.

You are crazy. You're both crazy!

A lock-on is tracking.

Conditions are serious.

Damn, how many you got?

- Five. Six.

- Bail out.

Moving in.

- What's happening?

- We're getting out.

Multiple lock-ons targeted

at less than 200 yards.

Conditions are dangerous.

Multiple lock-ons targeted

at less than 100 yards.

Come on! Jump!

Multiple lock-ons targeted

at less than 50 yards.

Multiple lock-ons are closing.

Conditions dangerous.

Tak e evasive action.

Lock-ons are closing.

They're still tracking!

- They're keyed on.

- Whatever it is, it moved with you.

- Jackie.

- Come on, you know I'm clean.

Six coming front and rear.

We're never gonna make it.

- Jackie!

- Lock-ons targeted at 100 yards.

All right! Just a minute.

Eighty, 70, 60...

...50, 40, 30...

Go ahead. Throw it!

Conditions are hopeless.

That did it.

The templates?

Do you know how much they're worth?

Luther wants them pretty bad.

- Yeah, he does.

- And I want Luther pretty bad.

What do you say we make

a public appearance?

- You want sushi?

- Two California rolls.

You're out of your mind to stand here.

- Why, where is he?

- He could be anywhere.

That doesn't do us much good,

does it?

This is stupid!

You think he's gonna show up here?

He won't.

Let's get out of here.

- He wants these. He'll come.

- Sushi is here.

See, doesn't that look good?

You had the tekka maki.

Let me speak to her, Ramsay.

Where are you?

Don't be an a**hole.

I'm lik e you, having dinner.

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