Dark Angel Page #6

Oh, right.

Nothing personal, Caine. Just business.

- You're forgetting who's got the gun.

- I think I can come up with some leverage.

All right, Caine,

you've got two things to consider.

Come on, man, move it!

One, Victor wanted you dead

by the close of business today.

Two, we have a drop to make.

I ought to call it off, but we have

a serious cash-flow problem...

...so you're going to do it for me.

If anybody's gonna be killed,

I guess it's gonna have to be you.

Forget it.

Oh, you'll do it.

Or else you'll start to get

a very bad reputation for losing partners.

- You understand the drill, right?

- Just give it to me.

No mistakes, pal.

Hope you guys understand

you're in a lot of trouble.

Yes, sir, what can I do for you?

Don't be foolish.

Tell the White Boys to kiss my ass!

Come on!

What the f*** was that?

Goddammit, what happened?

Who was that?

- What's going on?

- Just shut up and let me think!

Who's this?

You're gonna tell me

what happened out there right now!

Just wait here and we'll go back

for the disc later.

Oh, fine, you go right ahead

and take your time!

Don't worry about me, I'm just here

at your goddam beck and call!

Mm-hm. I think so. Yeah. Maybe.

Excuse me, young lady,

emergency call, FBI.

You're not gonna believe

what just happened!

Thank you.

Do you have change for a dollar?

Hmm. I always thought

I'd be the one to wring your neck.

Cute. You wanna answer my question?

Yeah. Roughly speaking...

...heroin stimulates the pituitary

to make endorphins...

...a hormone that creates

an incredible sense of well-being.

Nature's Ecstasy.

So if you shot somebody up,

drilled a hole, and...

Theoretically, you'd have your hands

on a nearly perfect drug.

- Why theoretically?

- There's no way on earth to do it.

Nobody has the technology to preserve

or administer the stuff. Not yet, anyway.

Let me run it by you again, Operator.

I wanna place a collect call.

No, a collect call.

Hey...

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Don't let that stop you.

It hasn't yet, you know.

We're dealing with aliens,

and not from Mexico! Two of them.

One's the killer,

and the other one's on our side.

Listen, you work very hard.

Your mind and body require a rest

or they break down.

- I need you to listen to me.

- You need a psychiatrist, Jack!

Somebody had to be the first.

The first what, huh?

The first person to see aliens?

You don't have proof.

No one's gonna believe it.

I got the disc.

Come on.

Bruce?

Jesus!

What happened?

What do you think happened?

- The bastards stole the disc.

- Your pal! I knew this would happen!

I tried to lie. I swear it.

They knew I had it.

- Are you all right?

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