Hard Boiled Page #3

Ma'am, more roses have come.

Call the armory right now and

get us all kitted out for tonight.

- Don't we need Pang's say-so?

- I say so.

Hello? Armory?

Lionheart here.

My boss wants heavy-duty

issue for tonight.

Yeah, I'll get them later.

Don't ask, tell you later.

''Don't ever bite

your own tail again.''

- Will we need more back-up?

- No, it's not a war, we can handle it.

- All right, you two. Out, out, out!

- Yes sir.

Two cops had their guns stolen.

Check it out.

And lay off the gun-running job.

I've spent God knows how many hours

working on this bloody case.

- And you tell me to lay off?

- You shut up!

Just get on with it, right?

Maybe you'd like to do an encore.

Enjoying the performance?

This is my office.

Show me some respect.

This may be your goddamn

office, Tequila.

But the whole station's mine.

You know, you're really full of sh*t.

The toilet's over there.

Hello? Hold on a second. Alan.

I'll need your help tonight.

I'm sure I can count on you.

Right. What can I say but yes?

I'll send someone to pick you up.

We're moving the guns tonight.

- Raid my own boss's arsenal?

- Got it. And kill him as well.

I can't force you. I just want to know

if we can be partners.

You'd be one hell of an asset.

Either we conquer the world,

or you kill me tonight with this.

No regrets, either.

I have my own.

Mr. Hui, it's a raid!

All right, come here.

Load up the stuff.

Move it.

Over here.

Alan, I've done my part.

You get in there.

You've already destroyed him.

No need to kill him.

You think he'd let me live

if he was here with a gun?

Not a chance. In this world,

the man who holds the gun wins.

The real fact is he's in my way,

and he's got to die.

He doesn't want big bucks,

but I sure as hell do.

His low prices are killing my market.

I'm losing out.

So don't blame me. It's what you've got,

not how you made it. All right?

Okay, load her up.

Everything else

depends on you now, Alan.

If you can't do it

when he gets here, I can.

You know where

your bread's buttered.

Go.

Alan, you stinking traitor.

F*** you. You goddamn little sh*t.

Lonny, drop that gun.

Drop it!

And the rest of you, drop them!

Drop your guns!

Alan, I see this

is where I check out.

Mr. Hui, what are your weapons

doing down there?

Maybe surrendering?

Or scared to death?

- Bastard!

- Stop! Stop it, idiot, cool it.

Put your effing guns down.

Idiots!

Johnny, if I die-- that's fine...

but surely you don't

have to kill all my boys?

Johnny, he's right.

Why waste any bullets on sh*t?

It's up to you this time.

Whatever you want, that choice is yours.

Johnny, you're a smart guy.

I'd like to talk to Alan alone.

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