Heart Condition Page #3

He knows, he knows.

Harry?

One, two, three, four.

Can't get enough

of you, babe

Can't get enough of you

Oh, darling

Can't get enough of you, babe

Can't get enough of you

Can't get enough of you babe

All I want is you, babe

Don't you know it's true

What the f*** is this?

Oh, sh*t.

He doesn't know.

Moony, stop!

Come back here! Mo...

Posner said he was gonna

tell you, Moon. We didn't know.

Moon!

Jack, what do you think

you're doing out of bed?

You put it in. Now,

you take it out!

Wanna tell me

where he had it?

I want you to exercise,

Jack, or you can throw

these ten months of rehab

out the window, understand?

No drinking, no smoking,

no fatty foods.

No more roundups,

no more drug busts

no more asinine car chases.

You're a desk sergeant now,

a career-paper jock.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

I didn't want to take you back,

Moony. Central made me.

Just because we got

the same color heart

don't go thinking we're blood.

Hey, Moony, starting to walk

with a little rhythm.

- Funny.

- Hey, Moondog.

Nice tan, Moony.

They say the heart's not the

only new equipment you got.

You wish.

Um, Terri.

Did you ever

locate Crystal Gerrity?

She's the carrot top

Detective Zara was checking out.

Detective Zara?

Yeah, Harry,

she's a hooker, right?

He said she'd picked up a couple

of speeding tickets near Malibu.

Right, about six months ago.

The addresses she gave

on both citations were phony.

Zip on the Peisha chick, too.

They're out there,

but nobody knows where.

Could you run it through

the machine for me again?

Well, anything's possible

for a little of your honey.

You got a dirty mind.

Now, that was all

Harry's idea, Jack.

If he's gonna ride with you

you got to get him

to get rid of those stripes.

Ever since that night

at the Bowl

he thinks that

that's his lucky jacket.

Sh*t.

Well, we got to go.

Yeah, go.

Later. Yeah.

Harry.

Let me see your shield.

Come on.

Looks nice.

Looks real good on you.

Thanks.

- Keep the change.

- Thanks.

Don't eat that.

Clogs the arteries.

It makes your breath stink.

Listen, ass...

Trust me.

Now, look, look. I wasn't even

gonna say anything, you know.

I tried to give you a chance

to get into the groove.

As bad as those Camels are, I

was willing to let a few go by.

But when you start shoving

this dog meat into your face

I'm sorry, I just

have to step in.

I have to do something.

Now, put it down.

Put it down.

Moony, put it down.

Put it down.

Didn't you listen

to the doctor?

Don't you know what this

sh*t does to your heart?

Moony, look, you're looking

very stupid now.

You are dancing

with a cheeseburger.

We can do this all day, okay?

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