She didn't work out, had to cut her loose.
What was it this time?
She wanted to cook me breakfast.
deserted building's garage.
come on in the building. They don't.
building briefly, then disappear. They hear a brief heated
argument, that is cut short abruptly. Then silence.
C'mon, let's check it out.
We're vice, I didn't see no pimps or hookers
in that van. But if you're so gung-ho, we'd
best call it in for some back-up.
Nah, let's just take a look-see.
INT. BUILDING - NIGHT
Nothing. Just rows of glistening machines.
Still nothing...deeper, deeper... then, glancing over, Reilly
piercing blue eyes.
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