12 Rounds Page #4

- In your ass?

- Shut up.

- Keep pressure on it. Three minutes to E.M.S.

- [Miles] Hey!

- Hang on!

No, Danny.

I know that look!

You wait for backup.

Don't be a cowboy! Danny!

[Grunts]

- There's one on foot.

- Left or right?

- I don't know, baby.

- You watch that side, I'll watch this side.

Pursuit on foot.

Parallel to Duquense.

Suspect's in a gold BMW.

There he is.

- Where do I go? What do I do?

- Left on Saint Claude, right on Montmartre.

We cross the bridge.

We get on the jet.

We never see the New Orleans

Police Department again. I promise.

- Police business.

- [Gasps]

Okay. Keep goin'.

This guy's really starting to annoy me.

- You got him?

- Where'd he go?

You see him?

[Dog Barking]

[Horn Honking]

- Move!

- [Barking Continues]

[Growling, Barking]

Damn!

Down, boy! Down!

[Horn Honks]

Officer Fisher, still on foot pursuit.

Subject's headed towards the marina.

It's, like, two blocks to the bridge.

Home free.

- Erica!

- [Erica Screams]

- Move, move, move!

- Freeze!

- Hands in the air now!

- Miles?

- Now!

- Run!

Erica!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stay in the vehicle.

Stay in the vehicle!

Hands up, now!

- Who are you?

- On the ground!

What's your name?

Officer Fisher.

I'll remember you.

[Siren Wailing]

On the ground.

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Helicopter Whirring]

[Laughs]

I'm tryin' to figure out what's worse, man-

your shootin' at this table

or your shootin' at the range.

Aw, he's got jokes, huh?

I'll take those, Jesse.

Hey, mama, this might be a little strange,

but Danny wants to know if you think I'm sexy.

[Hank]

Huh?

- Really?

- Oh, yeah. Inquiring minds got to know.

Don't worry about him, darling.

- You're safe. We had him neutered.

- See? Safety first.

Ooh, whoo!

[Shudders]

You're an animal.

[Murmurs]

- Hey, a toast.

- Right on.

To my partner.

One year ago tomorrow, we made detective.

Yeah, and all 'cause

of my outstanding police work, huh?

Okay. Maybe it had somethin'

to do with the fact...

that you captured

an international arms dealer.

[Laughing]

Hey, but seriously, bro, I mean,

from patrols in the Lower Ninth to this?

- Doesn't ever bother you?

- What?

What- the mandated pay raise,

the flashy new badge?

Benefits of bein' a minor celebrity?

Hell, no!

You just never think about what would

have happened if we had stayed put...

and called for backup that night,

like we were supposed to?

Ah, aside from the fact that I wouldn't

have a bullet hole in my ass cheek?

Yeah, besides that.

No, Danny, not at all. You know what?

Neither should you.

Just sayin'.

A girl dies that night,

and we get promoted.

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