Assault On Precinct 13 Page #3

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that you would come down here

on New Year's Eve...

in the middle of this storm?

Okay. Let's see.

We had an appointment.

l think the real reason

is you're in love with me.

l can see it

in your eyes.

lnteresting.

That's why you come

wearing these fancy clothes.

lt's very flattering,

but l think you should

stop denying it, you know?

l hear.... No, l hear you.

You're right. You're right.

You're right!

My face obviously betrays me.

l didn't get dressed up

like this...

because l'm going

to a New Year's Eve party

later tonight. Oh, no.

No, Sergeant.

This was all for you.

A form of seduction.

ls it working?

Wonderfully.

[Timer beeping]

l'm glad.

Okay, well, we'll have

to finish this conversation

another time.

[Sighing]

What is this thing

you got?

Hey, hey, hey that's mine.

All right, relax.

l don't care about the file.

So, you got a desk job

at Precinct 21 , l see.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ.

You don't quit, do you?

How do you feel about it?

How do l feel about it?

lt's no big change.

So, l guess

the new year's not bringing

anything different for you.

How's your leg, by the way?

l noticed you weren't

limping anymore.

What's that

supposed to mean?

lt's just an observation.

Five years of undercover work

and now this. Wow!

Goodbye.

You must be itching

to get back on the streets.

Goodbye.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year to you.

l'll see you

at the new precinct.

God, you know, l cannot wait.

l'd walk you out, you know,

but l just have so much--

l know the way, thank you.

So much to do.

Jake, you should see this.

REPORTER:
And now,

Lieutenant Marcus Duvall...

that's Oce Ray Portnow's

superior, is coming out of....

Hey, that's Duvall.

Good cop. Good man.

...notorious crime kingpin

Marion Bishop in custody.

That man is in hell right now.

...responsible for

the slaying, the fifth

in Motor City this year alone.

Hey, you okay, Jake?

We'll have more details

on this story

as they become available.

Everybody in the bus.

You know what a bus

looks like.

New Year's Eve in a house

with a thousand doors.

How about that?

You'll be sitting

in that cell of yours.

You're gonna want

some champagne

and you're not gonna get any.

No. No, no,

Dick Clark's Happy Rocking

New Year's Eve.

Losers.

l ain't no loser, baby,

all right?

l'm just trying to exist

'cause my people

lack the power to consume...

what the media emphasizes

in society, so l'm forced

to take sh*t that ain't mine.

Simply how it is. What?

Beck, your eyes are red.

How come, you been snorting,

you been drinking?

l don't know, your eyes

are glazed. What,

you been eating doughnuts?

ls that what it is?

That's funny.

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