Cop Page #3

What does she have to know?

What chance has she got?

Her mother still believes in white knights

and happy endings.

I think I'm going to go check on Penny.

Then I think I'd like to sleep alone.

What else is new?

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, go.

That's great. No, you get some sleep.

I'll take it from here.

Gibbs? Good work, kid.

Dutch? What're you doing?

Come on, man, you can sleep anytime.

How would you like to take a couple of

armed robbers?

Yeah, by ourselves. What's the problem?

We've done it 100 times.

A stakeout. The guy's pad.

I got the address.

I'll pick you up in half an hour.

Great.

Okay. Bye.

No car, no Wilson.

I got a peek in the back.

Looks like the f***ing House of Stereo in

there. It's like an electronics emporium.

- You look happy, kid.

- You're goddamn right. You?

If you are.

It's like old times. Same old thermos.

Same bad coffee.

How are things at home, Lloyd?

I tell you I'm happy,

and then you bring that up. Why?

Jen?

Why can't they fly, Dutch?

- Why can't they f***ing fly like us?

- No wings, kid. It's the way they're made.

Nothing they do on their own

is much fun for them.

Without a guy, it's all a waste of time.

And if you don't mind a little advice from

your Dutch uncle, don't try to change it.

That's f***ing pathetic.

There's no way Penny's gonna be like that.

She's gonna fly, Dutch. The wings are there

and they're real big ones.

You better hope the tits are there

and they're real big ones.

In this world, she'll get a lot

further with a pair of those.

Jesus, you're as bad...

It's him. It's a Camaro. It's gotta be him.

- Two in the front?

- I don't know.

No, there's two, and they're not getting out.

Come on, let's take them.

- Want to be the drunk?

- I'll be the drunk.

Okay, I'll get you home tonight.

You doing all right?

Yeah.

Gotta lay off those Singapore Slings.

That's your problem.

Hope my wife isn't mad at me.

I'll tell your wife you were out bowling,

all right?

Just tell her we were bowling.

- Let me take the driver.

- You got it.

- Set?

- Now.

Police! Don't move or you're dead.

Put your hands on the dashboard.

You, too, sweetheart.

Get them on the dashboard.

What the hell's going on?

Are you guys crazy?

Where's your Mexican accent, pal?

You only use it in bars?

I'm gonna open this door real slow...

and you're gonna get out real slow.

You got that?

- I got it, cop.

- Okay, move.

- Hey! What the hell's going on out there?

- Jesus Christ.

Dutch, you all right?

Get this piece of sh*t off you.

Take it easy. You've been hit? Were you hit?

Damn it. How did this happen?

You all right?

I must be getting old. Fell for that one.

Knocked the wind right out of me.

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