The Man Page #7

S.W.C., that's "Suspect..."

"Suspect Who's Cooperating."

I know, I've been that.

It, uh, didn't

work out too well.

Uh, let me get this straight.

You sprung him from holding,

gave him half a million dollars,

then you let him go?

The guy's a salesman

from out of town.

Oh, really? You think

it was a coincidence

that he showed up

at exactly the right place

at exactly the right

time in the diner?

I don't believe in coincidence.

For all you know,

- he could be an undercover I.A. Agent.

- Did you ever check him for a wire?

I didn't have to. The guy was

scared shitless half the time.

I can't believe that you

of all people bought his story,

Mr. L-Don't-Trust-Nobody.

How'd you get

so stupid so fast?

Now they got you

tied to the heist,

your partner's murder

and your snitch.

Booty's dead.

Remember, this guy

is a stone killer,

if he senses anything wrong,

he'll toe-tag your ass.

I just need

to get a sound check.

- You want me to say something?

- Good, I got it.

- Good, I got it.

- I got it.

- I got it.

- Hey. Hey, I said I got it.

I don't think I can do this.

Just do this one thing

for us and you're done.

Okay, you know what?

You guys have got to stop saying that.

The guy helped

me set up a buy

that's gonna go

down any time now.

What I need from you

is an assault unit to back me up.

Forget it. I want your badge

and your gun. You're on suspension.

Bullshit.

Your badge

and your gun now!

- You're serious?

- I'm trying to protect you.

We got a dead agent on our hands

and I can't account for one damn thing

you've done

for the past 24 hours,

except lose a lot of money and make

best friends with the I.A. Agent

who's gonna

bust your ass.

And that look

does not scare me.

I am one inch away.

An inch too far, okay?

Gun and badge.

You're wrong.

The guy's at a convention

right now, giving a speech.

Really? Then who's

that standing behind you?

Guess who?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I knew you were gonna ask.

I, uh, just

finished my speech,

and I had a little

time before my flight

and thought I would

just stop by and see how you're doing.

Chit-chat?

Is... is there some place

we can talk?

- Yeah?

- Avenue A, warehouse three, right now.

Don't forget the money.

Why don't we, um,

talk in my car? Come on.

In the car?

We're going to the car.

Over.

Mission one, vehicle

leaving Michigan and First.

Okay, I read you,

Air Support.

Stay above audible range

but don't lose them.

Uh, copy that.

So, where are we headed?

- Do you want to get a smoothie?

- We're going to see our old friends.

Oh. Well, I've got

a 5:
00 flight,

so l... I don't know

whether I'll have time to...

- Hey, you wanted to chit-chat?

- Yes, I do.

- So, let's chit-chat.

- Okay, good.

- So, how you doing?

- Good.

You wired?

Yes. Yes, I am wired.

I'm, uh, you know,

white-knuckle flier,

l... I get

pre-flight anxiety.

So, I get... I get very anxious

before a flight.

I didn't think it showed.

- So, I guess you got your money.

- No, I didn't.

Did you call for backup?

Do I ever

called for backup?

No.

You think I'm dirty.

- You tell me.

- I ain't telling you sh*t,

- you I.A. Piece of crap.

- What?!

Thought you had me played, didn't you?

Feeding me all that bullshit

- this whole time.

- I've been feeding you bullshit?

That's right.

Bullshit!

Oh, now, you wait

just one minute, mister!

You shot me,

you dragged me all over town,

you used me to set up

your dirty deals.

Hey, I've got

news for you, homie,

I'm not your

b*tch anymore!

Now, I want the truth

and I want it now.

I think you're involved

and I think you killed Booty.

Aw, sh*t!

He just blew it.

- I killed Booty?

- I said, "I think you killed Booty."

How the hell

did you even know Booty was dead?

Exactly, how would I know?

I would not know. I wouldn't know,

so I could not be

more wrong on that point.

Let's do this, gentlemen.

- Mmm.

- Inside.

The target is stopped,

the deal's going down now.

They told me to get

a confession from you.

I know.

Shall we?

Down!

Shots fired,

repeat, shots fired!

Get me an assault team!

- Get out.

- We're gonna die. We're gonna die.

Hey hey!

Just calm down.

- We are not going to die.

- Oh!

- Trust me.

- Trust you.

There are the guns,

where's my money?

Let me ask you something.

Did he say I was his b*tch

or his dumb b*tch?

You think I'm just gonna roll

in here with a truckload of cash

so you can take it from me and kill me?

I look that stupid?

Well, just in case you are,

I'll speak real slow.

If you don't have two and a half million

dollars in your car,

you're both gonna die.

Right now.

- I don't think so.

- Yeah, why's that?

'Cause we brought company.

You son of a b*tch.

- You're under arrest.

- That's a cue.

What's my assault team's ETA?

I need 'em here now.

So, tell me...

which one of you Spice Girls

- blew my partner away?

- That would be me.

So, I guess that makes you

Scary Spice.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Gentlemen, let's not

lose our heads here.

'Cause we all have people

we want to see again.

I have a family.

And you have a daughter,

I'm sure you have someone.

- I have no one.

- Well, let me finish.

You have someone not in the traditional

sense of having someone...

Well, f***ing now

I have you.

I have got to learn

to stop talking.

- Now back off!

- Or what?

- Do I really need to say it?

- You shoot him; I shoot you.

Better yet,

this gun can put a hole

through both of you.

- You won't do that.

- Wanna bet?

You won't shoot

your friend.

Ah, yes, he would

and he did,

- but I hope he won't.

- Shut up.

Nigel, take his gun.

Now, you give your gun to Nigel

and you get on your knees slowly.

Let it go.

You're alone, Agent Vann.

It might appear

that way,

but my man Masseter's

got my back.

- Who?

- Mr. Masseter.

Latin dude.

600 pounds of power.

Nice try.

See, now I'm gonna

count to three,

and if you don't give

your gun to Nigel

and get on your knees,

I'm gonna put a bullet

between your eyes.

One, two...

Three!

Ah! Oh!

Move in now, go!

Go! Go!

Oh!

Ah! Oh! Oh!

- SWAT team! Don't move!

- Sh*t!

Go! Go! Go!

Are you alive?

Oh! Are you hit?

- Yeah.

- Where?

In my ass.

In your ass?

Let me take a look.

Oh, sh*t!

Get off me!

I'll get

the taco sauce.

- All right. Easy.

- On your face! Get down! Now!

- All right, let's go!

- Watch your right! Watch your right!

Can I assume

that Agent Vann

has been cleared

by Internal Affairs now?

No, not so fast. I want

to see every penny of that money.

Heads up.

How about now,

you bean-counting moron?

Look, I appreciate

the ride, I really do,

but I think I can get

on a plane by myself.

Yeah, I'm sure you can,

but I just want to see

it with my own eyes.

The white zone

is for immediate loading

and unloading of passengers only.

There is no parking.

Tell me I didn't hear

what I think I just heard.

It's really nothing,

l... uh, I wouldn't worry about it.

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