40 the Hard Way Page #3

if I can walk his beat...

...if I can get under his skin,

I will nail this part.

- Nickie, I love you.

- I love you too, Ange.

Reality check - you can't leave town.

Your movie opens Friday.

- So what?

- I already booked Johnny, Barbara...

...Phil, Arsenio. Woo-woo-woo-woo!

Tell 'em to run an old one.

They're all the same.

- They just ask about the paternity suit.

- Suits.

What if this cop doesn't

want you tagging after him?

Ange, get real. Two pros exchanging ideas.

Why wouldn't he wanna do it?

Bullshit!

I mean that with all due respect.

There's no way on earth I am gonna

baby-sit some Hollywood rump wrangler.

- I'm on a murder investigation.

- You have no vote. You're off the case.

Look at you. You're all busted up.

If it weren't for Lang,

you'd be on injured leave.

Christ, you can't pull me off this case.

This Party Crasher has

whacked out seven people...

...four of 'em in front of us!

He's nuts! I looked in his eyes.

Know what I saw?

Pleasure. He likes it.

He's gonna do it again. Soon.

Moss, you're off.

Mayor Dinkins insisted.

Evidently this Hollywood actor

asked for you by name.

- What?

- Yes. Come in.

Benny. Wait for me outside.

I gotta talk to you.

All right, here's the story.

Pooley takes over for you.

You are breaking in a new

partner named Ray Casanov.

The guy just wants to blend in,

be another cop on the job...

...so nobody knows he's Nick Lang.

- Yes, sir.

- And Moss, no action.

This guy gets his hair

messed up, we're all in deep sh*t.

Yes, sir.

- Hey, John.

- Captain?

You got two ways to deal with this. You

got the easy way, you got the hard way.

John, do us all a favour

and make the right choice.

- I always do.

- Good.

Son of a b*tch!

Hi, I'm looking

for Lieutenant Moss.

Oh, God. You...

He's over there relaxin'.

- (Billy) Moss!

- What? What?

You got company.

Hi, John.

Susan. Hi, I...

...didn't expect to see

you here this morning.

- Thank you, Billy.

- Aw, wanna be alone?

I tried calling you yesterday

and this morning.

I got your messages. I would have called

you at home, but I lost your number.

That happens. I lost my keys last week.

- Actually, my daughter Bonnie lost it.

- You know, kids.

Yeah. I wanted to let you know I wasn't

mad, even though you didn't show up.

I didn't think you were one of those

Cro-Magnon jerks who stands people up.

- These are yours, right?

- No, I quit. I don't smoke.

Hi.

Thank you, Benny.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Anyway, I know where you work

cos I saw you on the news.

- You did?

- Yeah.

Good thing Bonnie didn't see you.

I read lips.

Oh, no. That was taken

out of context.

Those reporters can be

real a**holes, real irritating.

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