Dollman

Robbery suspect located. Unit PT6 heading

for lower city level...

Get away from me!

Leave me alone!

This is the police.

Stay where you are, and

toss your weapon aside.

- Get away from me!

- This is you final warning.

...stop where you are...

- Drop dead!

- ... is you final warning.

There is no escape.

- Stop or we will ruin you.

- ... Get away from me!

Stop. Stop.

Shit.

Oh my God, oh my God...

I'm so angry with my life!

We got him trapped down in

the laundromat. But I do not see a thing.

According to the building plan, he's only got

one exit out of here.

All you kids, to the right!

- Do not .. do not scream!

- NO!!

Lady! Quiet!

I'm gonna force my foot, see if he's got

anybody else down there.

Back off!

Or I kill the fat lady!

I mean it!

Try anything!

Get these damn fuckers all over the place!

Please, rat, why don't you pick on

somebody your own size!

Ahh, shut up!

Headquarters

...we got ourselves a big problem down here.

I bespeak further ten million mineral bricks and safe

passage out this universe as we know it.

The son of a bitch is even crazier

than we thought,

if he thinks we're gonna give him

any of these things.

Is exactly what we're

going to do, Captain Skyresh.

I want this situation resolved now.

Give him what he wants and get rid of him.

Elections are next week and I don't need dead

fat ladies on video screens all over the city.

Got it, Mr. Mayor.

Just got a better idea.

Brick Bardo just showed up.

Bardo? I just said I don't want a bloodbath.

I'm ordering you to meet his demands.

Mayor?

Sorry, um... there is a trouble with

the phone here. Gotta go.

Skyresh... Skyresh! Skyr...

Brick, what are you doing here?

Good to see you.

Hell of a mess.

Got in there over thirteen hostages.

The mayor wants to give in.

I'm suspended, remember?

Yeah. But, um...

- you've got any ideas?

- I've got an idea.

Gonna use hot water for my whites...

use a cold wash and more rinser

for the colors.

What are you talking about?

Laundry, Captain.

This is what I'm doing.

Excuse me.

So Bricks can take over?

Yeah.

Right.

One... Two...

- Three...

- Hey asshole!

What the f*ck you think you're doing?

I'm gonna kill these fat ladies!

Hey, I am talking to you, sh-shitbrain!

Somebody...

...better... get this moron out of here...

...or the fat is going to hit the fan!

That's right.

One of us outta get goin'.

But I already put my money in the machine.

I swear. I am going to do it.

Wow! That's the Ruger Blaster,

the most powerful handgun in the Universe!

That's right, fat boy.

And it's gonna blow a hole

clean through this fat lady.

And then blow a hole out of you.

And that's gonna blow a hole

outta lady behind you.

It's gonna be a lot of guts

floating around in the laundromat.

Do you know what I mean...

...fat boy?

What the hell happened to you?

Two women in cardiac arrest?

Everything is under control.

The suspect is in custody.

And every news station in town

is reporting that one of my officers

endangered a laundromat full of hostages.

Think how that looks!

- Mayor, no one was killed and I thought

that Bardo here...

- I'll do the thinking, Captain!

Where is that son of a bitch now?!

Disappointed you didn't get

to kill anyone tonight, Bardo?

You are through!

You goddamn psycho!!

Take off those sunglasses, it's night!

- I want that bastard suspended!

- He is already under suspension because of

the incident in Fillmore.

Then fire his ass, I want him done!

Thank you for saving my Mom.

Tonight, at 11:
68, there was a extreme shootout

in a South Central laundromat.

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