The Mod Squad Page #5

- Three.

- What?

- The bald guy at Gilbert's.

- Couldn't be helped.

Look, Gilbert was an a**hole.

Almost gettin' arrested

at the bust...

not stayin' away after we fired him,

talkin' to Greer.

Little sh*t deserved to die.

- Why did you have to kill Greer?

- He knew about us and the drugs, okay?

Got in the way.

- This is bad. I want out.

- Yeah, me too.

It's too late for that, Carl.

Come on.

This is our lives, a**hole.

Now, you wanna get in our way,

you take your best shot.

But I ain't guaranteein'

where you'll end up.

Ernie, come on.

Put it down, man.

We're all in this to the end, right?

If this deal goes through,

we're set for life. Come on.

So what's the plan?

Over here.

I'm wet. Come on.

All right. Here it is.

Billy set up a big deal

with this rock manager Howard.

- You sure we can trust this Billy guy?

- Yeah.

He did a good job sellin' the drugs

after we got rid of Gilbert.

And this new deal is his idea anyhow.

You see, this Howard guy--

he's got some famous rock band...

flyin' in,

and the drugs are on the plane.

- Who's the band?

- How should I know who the band is?

It's just voices on a tape, man.

To hell with voices on a tape.

We bring this to IA. That's it.

Pete, Linc's right.

They're not gonna believe it.

Look. We can't trust anybody,

all right? It's just us.

Oh, God.

Okay, so-- Then, wh--

Sorry. What do you wanna do?

I know where the rock manager lives.

We have to find out when

and where it's happening.

Fine. I'll go over there, I'll get tight

with them, and I'll find out something.

You can't do that, 'cause if Billy's

there, you're dead. He can make us.

I got Billy.

- Are you sure?

- Anybody got a better idea?

Then I got your back, Julie.

All right.

Leave a message at home and let us know

what's goin' on, all right?

All right. Let's do it.

Where you been? I called your house.

I called the club.

- They said you're not working anymore.

- I quit.

I'm not a very good waitress.

What happened?

Did I do something wrong?

No, everything's fine.

No, I was looking for you too.

You were lookin' for me too?

Yeah.

Well, here I am.

What?

Says Billy sent him over.

There. Sit down.

Oh, I'm so sorry about the mess.

- I'm redecorating. Yeah?

- I know you told me to stay in there.

Can I get a soda?

- Soda. I'm thirsty.

- You're thirsty.

I'm sorry.

My little baby is thirsty.

Come here.

I'm sorry. This is not

gonna take very long, okay?

All right. You go ahead.

You go get yourself a f***in' sodie.

Not bad, huh?

You want a f***in' sodie too?

- I'm cool.

- Yes.

Yes, you are.

You are cool, aren't you?

So?

You're movin' a lot of sh*t.

Billy thought you might need some help.

Sweet little Billy.

But nice to know he cares.

Okay, now.

If I'm out of line here,

you just let me know, okay?

Or storm off or do whatever.

I got us a room.

Right on.

- Could I borrow the phone?

- Sure.

Just dial nine to get out.

- Leave a message after the beep.

- Hey, Linc, you didn't say our--

- You have no messages.

- Thank you.

Wanna dance?

What?

Come on.

Dance with me.

I love this song.

Come on.

It's just a little dance.

I'm not a fag.

I just like to dance.

Uh, you lead.

I'll be the girl. Yeah.

I should get goin', man.

I got some business to handle.

You're a classy dancer,

you know that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Wait a minute.

I forgot. What's your name?

Spin me, Linc.

What?

I said spin me.

We could enter a contest.

You can ride with us

in the morning, okay?

Come on.

Okay, I got it.

Agua Dulce Airport.

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

Bob, she's fine.

She doesn't know a thing.

Don't worry about it.

You f***in' woke her up, man.

I didn't do him, okay?

What about Linc?

Oh, he didn't leave a message.

We gotta go.

Are you sure about that?

I overheard him say that

on the phone in the bathroom.

And that piece of paper I found

in his pants said Aqua Dulce Airport.

Jesus. Dirty cops,

drops at the airport.

I feel like one of us should say

we're gettin' too old for this sh*t.

At least it's not goin' down

in an abandoned warehouse.

Yeah.

You gotta hear these guys.

They can really rock, man.

I mean, this band

can rock and roll.

These boys are the bomb.

All right.

I'm gonna go make a phone call.

- What?

- Just stay here, all right?

Let's go greet the f***in' kids.

Be nice to the boys, okay?

- Hey! Kevin, how are you, baby?

- Howie!

Hey, Kirk! Kris, how you doin', babe?

How are you?

Oh, come on! Will ya pl--

Hey, will you turn down the tunes

a scootch, please? Thanks. Listen, boys.

Big people got some biz here.

So why don't you hop into the limo...

scoot over to the hotel,

we'll catch up with you later.

- Come on. Can't we stay with you?

- Come on. Be good, boys.

- We won't do anything.

- Give us a hug. Come on.

- Go ahead. Go!

- Bye!

See you at the hotel.

- Don't be long.

- We missed you.

Where the hell is that schmuck?

Where'd you go?

I called for backup.

- What's goin' on?

- Linc's inside.

God, that almost is

an abandoned warehouse.

I'm gettin' too old for this sh*t.

- Oh, my God.

- Sh*t.

Oh, God. Okay.

- Hey, you guys got a bathroom in here?

- Over there.

- You're late.

- Sorry. I had to rent a car, man.

Someone stole mine

from your party the other night.

What do we do?

- Let's go.

- What? Where?

Get the car. Come on. Let's go.

- Oh, God.

- You want me to drive?

No. Linc wouldn't want you

driving his car.

So, do we do this now...

or do we wait for your boyfriend

to come out of the toilet?

What?

Your fella.

He's a good dancer.

Dancer? I don't know no dancer.

Are you serious?

I don't know what the f***

you're talkin' about.

Uh-huh. No, brother's not with me.

- He's a cop.

- What?

- Stop messin' around.

- You'll know when I am. He's a cop!

- Police!

- Freeze!

- Drop the weapons!

- Drop 'em!

- Right now! Drop 'em!

- Put 'em down!

Down!

Drop 'em!

Get 'em out of here!

- Come on, big man.

- Hey, this is f***ed up.

Faster.

Teamwork.

Let's go. Get out of here.

You too, home skillet.

On the wall.

Spread 'em!

You dead, boy.

Stop!

Is that Eckford?

- He better move.

- Right on.

- Jump!

- What?

Jump!

- Oh, my God! My ankle!

- Get away from the door!

Hey, kid, I don't think

you're gonna make it.

- F*** this fair fighting sh*t.

- Okay.

- You okay?

- Yeah, man.

Gotta go.

I got a plan.

Does this mean

you're mad at me again?

You gonna kill him?

No, I'm done.

Hey, what are you doing, huh?

I've got nothing to do with drugs.

I'm in the music business!

Hey, get this place taped off. You're

standing around like crossing guards.

- Save me a dance, lover.

- What happened, Detective?

Well, sir. We were bustin' 'em, and

these kids came in and tried to stop us.

- That's bullshit.

- They tried to stop you?

Yes, sir.

Probably in on it too.

- They set this up.

- They stole drugs from the evidence.

- That's enough. Get 'em out of here.

- They killed Greer. He was onto them.

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