The Gauntlet Page #4

Rabbit approaching.

Ten-four.

Will relay to Phoenix.

How y'all doing?

If it's any consolation...

Nothing.

Shut up.

Never saw a cop feeling sorry

for himself before.

Mind if I watch?

For 2 cents and a stick of gum

I'd kick the sh*t out of you.

Whatever gets you off, butch.

After I was through...

...where would I leave the $20?

I don't want your money.

I love you for your mind.

Sorry.

Just had to jog your thinking.

You're a loser.

I'm splitting.

You'd shoot a woman in the back?

How would that look on your record?

You'd never make it

alone out there.

With you I don't have a chance.

On my own, I do okay.

I saved you from that constable.

I wouldn't take any bows.

If not for me, you'd have let that

schmuck drive us into the guns.

There wouldn't be guns

if they weren't try to kill you.

It's both of us, you witless idiot!

Haven't you figured that out?

Why do you think

you drew this assignment?

Because I get the job done!

They don't want the job done!

They picked you because

you're a drunken bum.

And if they bump you off,

not a f***ing soul...

...is going to give a rat's ass!

You're a nothing.

A nobody.

A faded number on a rusty badge.

You've been set up by your own

people to take the fall with me.

Wake up, for chrissake!

At least that way you'll know

where the bullets are coming from!

Watch out for the sidewinders.

What?

It's a type of rattlesnake

that comes out after dark.

Horseshit!

They're drawn by body heat.

You never know it till they hit you.

I'll leave in the morning.

I will!

I'll make it too. You'll see.

If we were in Vegas,

you'd be just going to work.

Go polish your badge, Shockley.

It's all you've got.

Miserable b*tch!

Welcome to the ranks

of the disenchanted.

Shut up and go to sleep.

I'm a counter-puncher, Shockley.

If you can't last the 12 rounds

then stay out of the ring.

Who's DeLuca?

Angelo DeLuca, as in the

State of Arizona vs. DeLuca.

Who is he?

Have you been sitting there all night?

Cut the mother-hen crap, will you?

You're supposed to be

a witness at this trial.

Now who the hell is he?

- Small time.

- Is he Mob?

Who knows?

Talk, for chrissake!

Hell, I guess he is.

So what?

A:
The Mob's making book

you don't testify at the trial.

And B:
Somebody on the Phoenix P.D.

Also doesn't want you testifying.

A plus B equals a tie-in...

...between the Mob

and the police force.

You sit on your ass all night

figuring that out?

Congratulations.

Now, who's DeLuca?

I only met the guy once! Jesus!

I'm no good without coffee.

Lay off!

The time you met him, what happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

Half my force is involved

and you won't talk.

You heard me.

- Who you protecting?

- Nobody.

Me! I'm protecting me!

So lay off!

From what? From me?

Have I tried to kill you?

Or jump your bones?

I'm not the enemy!

Hurray for Mr. Clean.

What did he do?

I don't want to talk about it!

You're the key.

You're the proof

and both sides know it.

Please.

DeLuca set me up with this guy.

Told me to be special nice to him.

What guy?

Someone on the force.

Phoenix P.D.?

His name?

I didn't ask.

What happened?

I went to this hotel room...

...in Vegas.

There was this guy there.

He seemed like an okay guy.

I asked him how he wanted it.

He told me to take off my clothes...

...lie down on the bed...

...lie on my stomach.

Told me to open up my legs.

I couldn't see him.

He had this gun.

He took this gun with one hand...

...and he held it there.

I knew what he was doing

with his other hand.

And he told me...

...if I screamed,

he'd pull the trigger.

Describe him.

He was 55, 60.

Blue eyes, gray hair.

Very distinguished.

And he had this face...

...that looked like it was

made out of stone.

And his voice...

...sounded like it came

from the bottom of a tomb.

Blakelock.

Hogs.

You stay there.

Oh, my God!

You wait here.

- Where you going?

- You just stay here.

All right, mother-jumpers!

This is a bust!

Everybody up against their bike.

Balls in your pockets.

Come on!

Don't do that, man! Don't!

Son of a b*tch!

The next turkey who tries that,

I'll shoot him...

...stuff him and stick

an apple in his ass.

Any takers?

You? You?

You? You?

Hey, man.

You can't do this without a warrant.

The man says I need a warrant.

The man don't know jack sh*t!

Anybody here know more

about the law here than me?

Any lawyers here?

Any lawyers want to tell me

why I don't need a warrant?

Why don't you get off our case?

You with the f***ing hair.

You look smart.

Tell me why I'm entitled

to come in here anytime I please.

Reasonable what?

Reasonable suspicion.

Exactly!

Reasonable suspicion.

I can do as I please

if I have reasonable suspicion.

If I have suspicion

a felony's been committed...

...I can walk in here

anytime I feel like it.

Because I got this badge, this gun...

...and I got the love of Jesus

in my pretty green eyes.

He must be high on something.

He's just f***ing crazy.

Shockley, you idiot!

Mindless, brainless,

stupid, f***ing idiot!

Maybe even one of you girls.

Like what?

I don't know what.

And personally I don't give a sh*t.

The main thing is,

I'll have to bust you all.

Of course, we do have a choice.

Wait a second. We have a choice.

If you get on those bikes and

get out in the next 30 seconds...

...I'll let you off with just a warning.

However, if you give me any sh*t...

...any sh*t at all...

...then there's going to be more cops.

More guns. More handcuffs.

More marijuana-sniffing dogs...

...than you've ever seen

in your wildest hallucinations.

Thirty seconds!

Haul ass!

This bike stays with me.

You 3 can take a hike.

Hey, man!

This is our choppers, Charlie!

This is my gun, Clyde!

Come on, this game's dead.

Let's get out of here.

This guy's nuts.

- F*** you!

- Take a hike, man.

What else can you do?

Pig!

A**hole!

You're crazy!

Ridiculous!

You're outrageous.

You're just completely outrageous.

Thanks.

- Hop aboard.

- Do you know how to drive this thing?

It's been a few years.

We'll fake it.

Maynard Josephson, Metro squad.

I'll get us something to eat.

Josephson.

Josephson? It's me, Shockley.

Ben?

For chrissakes, Ben!

There's an APB out on you.

Why'd you do it?

Do what?

The constable last night.

Why'd you kill him?

I didn't kill anybody.

That's Blakelock, you hear me?

It's who?

It's Commissioner Blakelock.

He's tied in with the Mob.

He's trying to nail me and the girl.

What girl are you talking about?

The witness at that trial.

Gus Mally's not a guy, it's a girl.

And if she testifies,

Blakelock knows she'll torpedo him.

Hear me, Josey?

Come on!

What's going on?

Blakelock's buddies.

Hold tight.

Look out!

Jesus, we're going to hit!

Let's go.

We'll never make it.

Nag, nag, nag!

Thanks, buddy.

Hold him! Hold him!

Stop!

Let me kick him!

- Move away from him!

- Let him alone!

- Get off my hand!

- Get him up!

Where's your gun, Clyde?

I'll get his hand.

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