Dark Angel Page #5

- The Feds' heroin?

- I think so. The potency was incredible.

Your psycho stole a lot of heroin

to kill people with.

Why would he do that?

People do a lot of sick things

to each other.

What about the bullet hole?

- It's not a bullet hole.

- What is it?

I'm about to find out. Wanna stick around?

No, thanks, I'll pass.

I'm just gonna make a phone call

or something.

Sorry!

Doctor Schaeffer to Pathology...

- Come on.

- I'll call you back, sir.

- Got kinda stuffy in there, you know?

- Caine!

- This came for you about an hour ago.

- Thanks.

What's with you two?

Kind of a love-hate thing?

- More a hate-hate thing.

- What's that?

"Dear Caine, having a great time in Rio.

Wish you were dead. Love, Victor Manning.

"P.S. I told Warren to look you up."

- Who's Warren?

- Look at that bastard smiling!

- He kills my partner, then goes to Rio!

- So who's Warren?

Manning's partner, head of the White Boys.

Yuppie criminals.

- I've been after him for two years.

- Where are we going?

- To see Warren before he sees us.

- OK.

- What did you say?

- I said OK.

Oh, sh*t!

- How well do you know this area?

- A little.

- Let me drive.

- No way. It's my car. I'm driving.

Really? Two members of the White Boys

are following us.

- Let me take the wheel.

- I said I'm driving.

On second thought, you go ahead!

Turn right.

- Goddammit! What are you doing?

- Short cut. Ever hear of those?

- Stop f***in' around! Get some backup.

- I know what I'm doing!

- Sh*t. Where'd you get that?

- Present from my mother. Look out!

- We're not playing chicken!

- Last thing a White Boy wants...

...is a scratch on his car!

- I got 'em!

- Son of a b*tch!

- That's it!

Warren's a dead man.

- Where are we? Is this Warren's?

- Yep.

We have to follow procedure, Caine.

We have to get a warrant.

- Now!

- Nope. Now I don't care.

Car alarm! Come on!

Goddammit!

Hey...

Sh*t!

Next.

What's the latest on the LVO transfer?

- Not here. The carpet!

- Sorry!

Guns on the table.

- Come on, boys!

- Do it!

All right. Now get up.

I said get up!

OK, Warren.

Now you and I are gonna have a talk.

Nice to see you again, Caine.

Just sit down, Warren.

You shouldn't have come here. Victor

didn't want to go to Rio till next month.

Place is packed.

- He had to fly coach!

- I didn't kill your boys, Warren.

- Bullshit!

- You're after the wrong guy.

For some reason,

you cops have called a drug war.

What, did we forget a payment

or something?

Our sales have gone

straight into the crapper.

- No bonuses this quarter!

- Drug war?

What the f*** are you talking about?

Why, why, why

am I even talking to this cop?

'Cause you're gonna kill him!

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