Ricochet Page #3

a Beretta in the butt

beats a butterfly

in the boot, huh?

[Nick over TV]

Now, the only weapon

I got left now is useless

unless you're a pretty girl.

And speaking of pretty girls,

why don't you let her go?

Please?

(Blake)

After I kill you.

[gunshot]

Idiot rookie.

Nine months

on the force.

Endangering civilians.

He should have waited

for backup.

Stop bitching,

Elliott.

The city is screaming

for law enforcement.

And what have you

given us

Toys

like battering ram tanks

and day-glo body armor.

(Elliott)

It's not day-glo.

It's fluorescent.

Whatever.

Styles is the first piece

of positive publicity

your department's had

in three years,

and I suggest you milk it

like a cow.

I'd like to get her tit

in the wringer.

(man #1)

District Attorney Brimleigh.

(man #2)

Chief Floyd.

(Brimleigh)

Warm your seat, Sergeant.

The locker room?

Look, this kid

is brave.

He's resourceful.

He's good-looking.

I'm just glad he's too young

to run for my job.

Yet, Ms. Brimleigh,

yet.

So he says,

"Honest, Officer.

This is my car."

Like this 7-foot guy is going

to fit in a f***ing Gremlin.

[laughs]

Holy sh*t.

(Brimleigh

Officer Styles, I presume.

Yes?

Uh, yes.

How do you do?

Officer Doyle.

(Larry)

Nick didn't say

we were having

company; hi.

It's nice to see you,

Ms. District Attorney.

Well, there's no need

to be so formal.

Just call me

what you all call me

down here

in the locker room.

Well, a guy would look stupid

calling the D.A.

Priscilla the Hun

to her face.

Might look

pretty honest too.

You never know.

Listen, that little gun

that you used,

it wasn't exactly

department issue.

I was very curious.

Where did you hide it?

[Larry clears throat]

Well, actually, it's--

see, it's the compartment.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

I see.

This is your boss.

You probably

only know him

from that retouched photo

on the station wall.

This is

Councilman Farris,

the be man

in the city government--

well, after me,

of course.

Oh,

glad to meet you.

Not yet,

but you will be.

(Brimleigh)

Styles, are you

going to hide

behind that door all day?

No, no, no,

um--

Don't put

your uniform back on.

You took it off

for the psychopath.

Keep it off

for me.

I don't want you

wearing anything

from this point on,

except civvies.

You and your partner

have been promoted

to detective by Chief Floyd.

Congratulations.

[Blake's echoing voice]

She's going to need

a paper bag over her head

when her boyfriend fucks

what's left of her!

Come on, drop it!

The gun, officer,

not the nightstick.

[Nick's echoing voice]

I'm with you.

I'll be

your hostage.

I got absolutely nothing on

underneath,

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