Undercover Blues Page #7

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place on Bourbon Street.

Food's not bad, either.

You guys have so much fun.

We have a lot of fun, too.

-l could tell.

-Thank you again.

-I'm so jealous.

-See you later.

Yeah. You can go home

and clean up, Lieutenant.

-What?

-It's over. Finished.

No plans to invade Cuba while

you're in the neighbourhood?

No. We're shipping out today.

I have your word on that?

Please, please, please.

Sleeping like a baby.

Hi, Morty.

Morty?

OK. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Blue, help me! I can't swim!

What do you think?

I'm going down!

I can't swim! Please!

Mr. and Mrs. Blue!

S.O.S.! Help!

Yeah.

My God! Oh, Jesus!

The ocean is so deep!

Catch!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

Thank you, Mrs. Blue!

You are a great woman!

The woman of the Nineties!

Mrs. Blue, throw me

a piece of rope, please!

I tell you what. Wait here.

We'll go for help.

No, no, no!

Don't leave me!

Anything you want?

Coffee, tea?

Coffee, tea? No, I'm fine.

Thank you very much.

Just get me the hell

out of here, please!

-Morty.

-What?

Ta-ta.

Ta-ta.

Now...

which way is Cuba?

No! That's the wrong way!

Please! Come back!

No! The land

is back there behind you!

Where you going? Blue, no!

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