The New Centurions Page #8

You know something?

What?

You are more important to me

than anything I can do in the streets.

You're more important to me

than anything I can do, period.

I never knew that before,

but I do now.

I know you're more important to me

than anything.

- Major 415 in the alley southwest...

- Let's go.

We got some action.

Let's split!

Let's go.

Guy's got the gun.

Let's go get them.

I'll take the driver.

Hold it.

Drop it.

Come on now, drop it.

Drop it!

All right,

drop it or I'll take your head off.

Somewhere

under the Whittier Avenue bridge.

Six-eight-five, 6-A-21, roger.

- In the car.

- Six-A- 16, 0-K-7.

One-A-97, one-A-97, a 415.

I put a call in for assistance.

Good.

- What happened, Sergio?

- I lost him.

I'd give a thousand bucks to get

another shot at the son of a b*tch.

Let's go, Serge.

Six-eight- 15, 6-eight- 15.

Serge.

Hey, come on, Serge.

- Come on, man.

- Sergio, come on.

Forget it, man.

Hey, Serge.

Hey, Sergio, come on.

Serge!

You know something?

I feel great.

Let's book these dudes,

and let's get us some breakfast.

You know, sometimes I think

I made a mistake by being a cop.

- They made a mistake, anyway.

- How's that?

I'm getting 990 a month

for bumping heads in gang fights...

...and breaking cars.

Nine-ninety a month

for what I used to do for free.

Wasn't it more fun

when it was free?

No, it's more fun now.

- Hey, Gus, how's school?

- Oh, yeah, you're going to school.

He's already passed

his sergeant's exam.

We're gonna be working for him

before you know it.

You'll make a great sergeant, Gus.

Thanks.

Well, I'm getting married.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not gonna be

any goddamn sergeant...

...but I'm getting married.

Hey, congratulations.

You know, I've been thinking

of trying that again myself.

Who is she?

Just a girl.

Damndest girl I ever met.

It's too bad people

don't sleep all the time.

Why don't we tell her

to call the cops?

My old man kicked me in the ribs.

I think he broke something.

I gotta get back inside.

What the hell

are you getting paid for?

We'll have a talk with him.

You can't talk to him. He's crazy.

I'm not going in. He said

he'd kill me if I called the cops.

- What apartment is he in?

- Upstairs, in the rear of this building.

No, no. Don't, don't.

Jesus.

Not in the stomach.

Not...

- Yeah.

- I'll get an ambulance.

It can't happen now.

Not now.

I'm just starting to know.

Not now.

- It can't happen again.

- Somebody get a blanket.

It can't happen now.

Take it easy.

I don't want it to happen now.

Don't talk.

And I was just beginning to know.

I know.

I know, Lorrie.

You what?

I know, know...

He's dead.

Please,

would somebody throw a blanket?

Amen.

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