The Mod Squad Page #2

I saw at the bust last week.

- A cop was helping him get away.

- Are you sure it was Greer?

- Looked like his car.

- Every car looks like his car.

That's the point of the car.

Dude, you're paranoid.

Nice job!

Okay, I really did not

like that at all, all right?

Let me just explain somethin'.

I was blending.

You just blended your ass

right out of the club, man.

Oh, come on! They're gonna

let me back in the club.

I believe the words were

"you're gone for-f***ing-ever."

- Greer's gonna kick your ass.

- You know what? Eat me.

Come on. Let's go.

You wanna lose another fight, Petey?

Who was the guy that

you were talkin' to all night?

- What guy?

- Yeah, "what guy."

A suspect?

What? No. I don't even know

what he's talkin' about.

How could you see anything? You had your

head buried in a pair of tits all night.

I could see things because

I got eyes behind my head, all right?

- Julie's got a boyfriend

- Please grow up.

Let's all together, in harmony.

Hey, mommy! Where you goin'

with that fine little ass, baby?

Why don't you get out in the street

and earn a real living, huh?

- What?

- She digs me.

- You have your hall pass, young lady?

- You wanna see my hall pass?

Yeah, and then I wanna see you

in detention.

Why do you have to be such a p*ssy?

Leave her alone.

Who you callin' a p*ssy, p*ssy?

- Motherf***er.

- Oh, God, you terrify me.

- Tricky, just back off, man.

- Get outta my face, boy.

- What?

- Let's go. In my office.

Move your ass.

In my office.

Move your ass!

- Where were you last night?

- Excuse me?

You left me out on the street

for, like, an hour.

I was doin' something.

I'd love to know what you were doin'

while I was out there waitin'.

- It's a police matter.

- What's a police matter?

- Shut your face.

- Why don't you try stealin' drugs...

- from the evidence locker?

- What? What'd you say?

Stealin' drugs

from the evidence locker.

You better watch what you say

and who you're saying it to.

- Let me tell you something, Linc.

- Save it.

Shut up and listen to me.

One of these days, you'll wake up

and be 30. Who knows? Maybe even 40.

Get up when I talk to you.

Get up.

And you're gonna be alone,

all alone.

You're gonna realize not everybody

in this world is your enemy.

I'm trying to do my job. I suggest you

do the same and quit breaking my balls.

It's enough already.

Get off my desk, please.

- Is there any luck at the club?

- Look, Captain.

We're just trying to get

really, really deep undercover.

Yeah.

- The manager's a real creep.

- Yeah? And?

It feels like there's definitely

something going on in there.

I don't care about feelings. This isn't

a feelings business. Get some evidence.

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