Blue Caprice Page #6

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give us a hand here?

Lift that puppy up.

I knew we were bulking

you up for some reason.

All right, drop it.

All right, there we go. Bingo!

I knew you were hiding somewhere.

I'm gonna cruise over

to the heavy artillery.

It's not real.

He just thinks it's real

'cause he's got the f***ing job,

wears a suit every day.

But then this black dude

comes and wakes him up.

And the black dude says,

"Everybody's asleep.

You've been asleep.

And the machines have

f***ing taken over the world.

And the machines

are using the people

as f***ing batteries."

So, he's got to fight the

machine and the people.

It's f***ing whack.

F***.

Here, give me.

There's a way you can set it

so they can't kill you.

Check this out.

Doom.

Firing. Firing.

Ray.

How many people have you killed?

Look at me, man. I'm a f***ing

killing machine. I don't count 'em.

In the army, I mean.

F***ing army?

I was in the motor pool.

Like your dad.

I didn't kill anybody.

What do you think it feels like?

I don't know, dude.

Bad.

Maybe it doesn't feel like anything.

I mean, it's mostly been burnt.

I got it, I got it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

So, this guy comes, and he's

trying to sell me these steaks,

right, which he clearly stole.

I said, um, "Where'd you

get the steaks from?"

"Hey, come on, man, just buy

the steaks. I have kids to feed."

I look at him for a minute.

I'm looking around.

He got to be jerking my chain.

I said, "Well, feed 'em steak!"

Hey.

Let's button this up.

I want you to relax.

It's gonna be okay, all right?

Just take a deep breath.

You have a full clip.

It's cocked and ready to go.

When it's time to pull the trigger,

you don't stop pulling

until he's down.

Hey. Will you do this for me? Hmm?

Come on, let's go.

I did it. I did it.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- You hurt?

- No.

- You good?

- Yeah.

Where's the money?

What?

The money -- get the money.

Get the money!

A little banged up on the front end,

but that's just body damage.

I'm not afraid to put in some work.

There's nothing wrong with it,

not on the inside, anyway.

Just, you know, wear and tear.

Life bangs you up.

Knew the cop that drove it --

real dirtbag.

What, do you -- you run

a business or something?

Nah, this is for my son.

Hey, buddy.

Okay, I'll leave you to it.

What's with the face?

You don't like the color?

Okay, we'll take it.

What's the first thing that you do?

What's the first thing you do?

Right.

You don't want cops messing with you

because of a little thing like that.

Okay. Roll forward 10 feet.

You know what you did wrong?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Okay! Put the car in drive

and roll forward 10 feet!

Good.

Stop. Reverse.

Left turn -- hard left.

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