Undercover Blues Page #2

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Is it?

Mr. Blue, if...

If you know something...

but you're afraid

to talk about it...

we can give you

full protection.

Thanks, but I really

don't know anything.

Well, thank you, sir.

Here's your ID,

and here's my card.

If you change your mind,

please give us a call.

-Will do.

-Bye, ma'am.

That baby stroller's

taken quite a beating.

Baggage handlers.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Let me see if

I understand this correctly.

You took our child

into a knife fight?

It was a fair fight--

two of them, two of us.

Jeff, how could you?

It wasn't my idea.

You should have seen them,

complete amateurs.

Biggest risk was I'd fall down

laughing and hurt myself.

I won't do it again.

This is Chapter Two

in which Jeff and Jane...

have a child

and lead a normal life.

You forgot the formula.

That's my boy, Metre.

I'm going to f*** him up.

Watch this. Hold my stick.

Boy, this is gonna be good.

-Red.

-What can I do you?

-Creme de menthe.

-Coming up.

Hey, Muerte,

I heard you had some trouble.

Yeah. You should

see the other guys--

fifteen guys

with chains and dogs.

You should see

what they look like.

I mean...

That ain't what I heard.

I heard it was one guy...

with a cute little tiny baby!

Which one of them

done it to you, Muerte?

Was it the guy...

or that cute little tiny baby?

My name is Muerte!

My name is Death!

Don't you forget that!

Scumhooks!

So now he's looking for Blue.

Great. Muerte's going

to be out for blood.

He's a vindictive

little sh*t, Captain.

Then you find him first.

That's not all.

There's something strange

about this guy Blue...

what he did to

Muerte and Ozzie.

He was holding a baby,

so he did it one-handed.

What are you saying?

It takes special training.

What I'm wondering is,

who is this guy? FBI?

I don't think the FBI

is running anything...

but you know how much

they tell us.

There's a guy

I knew in the service...

works with the Bureau in D.C.

Maybe I should check it out.

Stop wondering

and check it out.

Right.

FBI?

Dan Chesler, please.

-His line is busy.

-I'll wait.

Come on!

-Chesler.

-Hey, Danny.

Ted Sawyer here.

How you doing?

Listen, ran into somebody

unusual down here.

Was wondering if

he could be one of yours?

Calls himself Jefferson Blue.

Did I say something funny?

-I'm dying.

-It wasn't that far.

-20 miles.

-That's far.

Hold it.

Stay put, pumpkin.

One man on

the couch...reading.

A literate burglar?

How refreshing.

Reading what?

Go for the far wall.

I'll cover you from here.

One...

Two...

Three.

Jeff! Jeff!

Frank! How are you doing?

Did we ever thank you

for the crib blanket?

No, honey. The White House

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