Bulletproof Page #3

you understand?

Jesus!

Mo, this is like

some embarrassing sh*t, man.

I know this guy

like I know myself.

If he's a cop, I'll suck

your dick, Mr. Colton.

Jesus, I'm sorry, bro.

See, no wires!

Well, hell, search him.

Nothin'.

Well, fine. If you don't ask, you

never know. You know what I'm saying?

Now remember, nobody moves

until Jack gives us the word...

that Colton is on the premises.

- Understood?

- Listen, Cap.

Yes, Jack?

- I wanna be the one to bring Archie in.

- What?

There's gonna be a lot of testosterone

flyin' around here today.

I don't want any of these overzealous

a**holes puttin' any dents in Archie.

I knew it. You are sweet

on the son of a b*tch.

- Look, I know him. He's not that bad...

- He's a low-life scumbag.

All right, then he's my low-life

scumbag, okay? And who knows?

After this is over, maybe I can

help him get his life back together.

You look tense, man. Relax.

It's gonna be all right.

Relax. It's just a nice

little friendly doggy.

How you doin', buddy?

Long time no see.

Oh, you like that, huh?

See that? He loves me.

No, he just licked his balls, and now he's

tryin' to get that nasty taste outta his mouth.

Hey, ese, don't shoot.

It's me.

How're you guys doin'?

Colton didn't say nothing

about no new guy.

All right, Rigo,

meet Rock Keats, mi amigo.

Yo, what's up?

Cmo est, ustedes?

What is it about you, man?

Nobody likes you except me.

What you see right there

is 100%% uncut, grade-A heroin.

Yo, where's

your boy, Colton?

Don't worry. He's gonna be here

to check up on my sh*t.

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

# Get funky #

Let's go. Up, up, up.

Come on, good job.

A little quicker, fellows.

Let's go.

What do you keep

lookin' around for?

Yo, you better back up off me, son.

What's your problem?

What the f*** you lookin' for?

That's my problem!

- Hey, hey, relax, man.

- You better tell Tattoo here somethin'.

This f***in' maricn

is makin' me nervous.

He acts like a cop.

Well, he's not a cop.

He's my friend, so take it down.

- I don't know that.

- You think he's a cop?

Well, goddamn it, he's not a cop!

Take a look. Satisfied, scumbag?

You f***in' piece of sh*t!

- We move now.

- What about Colton?

To hell with Colton!

Move! Everybody, move!

Archie Moses,

you're under arrest.

You better be

messin' around.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- You were like my f***ing brother!

- Anything you say can be used against...

- How can you do this to me?

Moses, stop!

No!

Keats, what the f***

is wrong with you, man?

No one hurts him!

That's the deal.

Come on, Moses. If you come out now,

maybe we can make a deal.

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