National Security Page #4

Congratulations.

What do you mean, you got nothing?

You had a crime scene,

physical evidence.

- I gave you a goddamn tattoo.

- Which was a ghost.

- We couldn't find it in the database.

- Look, these things take time, Hank.

- Oh, please...

- Holy cow, check it out. Hank Rafferty...

...a security guard.

Nobody throw gum on the ground,

okay? We'd get, like, a warning.

District 21 units, additional

on the ADW in progress.

Suspect, male white,

blue jacket, brown pants.

Male black, green shirt, brown pants.

Fled eastbound on foot.

Excuse me. You ever see that?

Four-59. Silent alarm, A and L

Beverages, 18th and Main.

Cancel that. Must have

been a power glitch.

Gotcha.

Where's security?

Freeze!

What are you doing?

The lights went out,

and I couldn't find a switch.

So I was filing in the dark.

That's why I called you here.

Lola...

...filing in the dark is a serious offense.

You're in a lot of trouble.

Get up against that wall.

What are you gonna do to me?

Search you. Make sure you

ain't carrying any concealed weapons.

You finding anything?

- Is this a thong?

- What?

Is this a thong?!

Are you gonna strip-search me?

No.

I'm gonna put on some music.

You gonna strip-search yourself.

Whoa, whoa, slow it up for me.

Nice and easy. Yeah.

Can't get enough of your love, babe!

Yo, pass those two.

- Get the motherboard.

- Check those boxes, man.

Got it. Load them up.

Get them out of here.

We have to check the load.

- Yeah, Earl.

- No. Don't call me Earl. Call me "officer."

- Oh, okay.

- Yeah, yeah.

Are you gonna give it to

me now, officer?

Hell, yeah.

I'm gonna incarcerate you.

You know my style. I like it wild.

- All right, pass that over.

- No, I got it.

Freeze!

Hands up!

What was that?

I said, freeze!

You, behind there!

Wait here. Might get

a little dangerous.

You really playing this thing

out, aren't you, baby?

Talk to me about a hit six

months ago, Centurion Storage!

Talk to me about a hit six

months ago, Centurion Storage!

- Go to hell.

- We wondered where security was.

Drop the weapon.

You should have run when

you had the chance.

Now you got no chance.

Over there! There he is! Get him!

Somebody shoot them!

- Thanks.

- No sweat.

- What are you doing here?

- I work here! What are you doing here?

I spent six months in prison

because of you!

Six months? That's all they

gave you, six months?

Damn it, Earl! This

ain't turning me on!

- What the hell is that?

- Earl Junior.

Likes to hang out with Daddy.

Precious, ain't it?

Get the goods! Load them up!

- Cover me!

- Hey, man, you ain't my boss.

We work for the same company.

Since I got seniority, you cover me.

- Okay, I cover you.

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