Predator 2 Page #2

- Bullshit! I paid that fee six months ago.

- I'll kick your ass!

- Sit down! Right now!

- Move! Get your ass movin'!

- Just calm the f*** down!

What you lookin' at?

And all you got to do...

...is tee it high and let it fly.

Ow! Dead solid perfect.

Now, remember, for distance

you gotta gently but firmly grip the club.

Lieutenant Harrigan!

Detective Lambert, Rampart Division.

Hey, kid, just have a seat.

I'll be right with you.

- Hey, Cap.

- Don't start, Mike.

Heinemann's already been up my ass so far

I won't be able to sit down for a week.

We're not winning this war.

As much as it'll piss you off,

you'll have to play the game.

"Effective immediately, a federal task force

under Special Agent Peter Keyes...

...will investigate criminal activities involving

the trafficking of controlled substances."

And you willextend him

your full cooperation.

So you're cutting off my dick

and shoving it up my ass.

The feds are calling the shots on this.

My hands are tied!

- Yeah?

- Captain Pilgrim, Peter Keyes.

- It's good to meet you.

- And you, sir.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan.

Special Agent Peter Keyes, DEA.

Heard a lot about you.

I'm sorry for this jurisdictional intrusion.

Don't mean to be stepping on your toes.

But we want to prevent King Willie's voodoo

gangs from taking over the entire West Coast.

I wish I could tell you more.

But we have a large number

of deep-cover operatives involved.

You know how it is. We all have a job to do.

Now, I'm sure we can respect

each other's situation and act responsibly.

Well...

...um, cooperation...

...is my middle name.

I'll see you around.

- I'm the new transfer, Jerry Lambert.

- Like I said, have a seat. I'll be right with you.

- Who is this dude?

- Yeah, what an a**hole.

All right, Danny boy, what we got?

What have we got? Five lowlife Scorpions

make it into the building.

The next minute... they're all shish kebab.

Not one bullet wound.

It wasn't drugs or money.

There's a shitload of that.

Maybe King Willie brought in some

outside talent. He's making his big move.

A pro would have split

the moment he heard us.

More than one, we would have seen them.

Whoever did this

waited until the last minute...

...and then took out four men

armed with machine guns by hand!

And then got by us.

Maybe we should give him ajob.

Let's put him on the payroll.

So me and my partner bolt up the stairs,

somebody is screaming bloody murder...

- You gotta... You gotta hear this.

- What?!

Hey. Hey, I forgot to tell you.

See that guy there?

That's Ferris's replacement.

This guy's Jerry Lambert.

The Lone Ranger from Rampart station.

That's the Lone Ranger?

I thought he was here

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