Let Us Prey

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F*ck!

Oh f*ck, shit!

Get out of the car!

No. No, no, no,

for f*ck's sake.

Please not another.

Where did he go?

Huh! Who?

The man you just hit.

Yeah. But I didn't. Did I?

So you've got nothin' to arrest me for.

- It must be my lucky night.

- Think so?

I've got fucking rights, you know?

Ahhh! Ease up!

If you're into domination, just say.

We'll book a room!

You know, most of the 5-0 round here

don't use bracelets.

Really? Well, I'm a girl.

I'm quite partial to bracelets.

Sergeant MacReady'?

Come bearing gifts?

Yeah, I am. My mother told me

never to arrive empty-handed.

Well your off to a flying start.

Young Caesar here is one

of our regulars, arn't you son.

Yeah, but this one's bullshit, Jim.

I didn't do anything, I swear.

Sergeant MacReady, to you.

And I'm Constable Rachel Heggie,

by the way.

Course you are. Quite the

enthusiast too apparently.

How come you wash up here,

that's the question?

- Well, we all have to start somewhere.

-Yeah, and trust me,

from this place the only way is up.

I've told you before.

- Watch your mouth.

- Jesus Christ!

As for the language as well, thank you.

- Couple of croutons in there for you.

- Right.

Were gonna get you registered

in the guestbook.

- I'm gonna come!

- Yeah, wait, I'm nearly done!

I swear, my Joanne was never that tight.

- Even before she got the kids.

- It's the pelvic floor execises, babe.

You ready to go again?

Oh f*ck, give me a minute.

Lightweight.

Bitch.

- What'd you just call me?

- You heard me.

Bitch.

Say it again!

So, let's see. Francis Sargison,

also known as Caesar.

- Caught joyriding, was it?

- Minus the joy.

And your driver's license?

- He nearly killed someone.

- Ah, no! I didn't.

- I mean, where is this casualty?

- I'm glad you asked, Caesar.

'Cause that's exactly what I'm going

to find out while you get naked.

Chip, chop!

Mundie... calm down!

I think we'd better be getting back.

Let's go.

Animal!

Ah, straight to business.

Shall we just skip the foreplay?

That's profiling now, Sarge.

I'm being negitively stereotyped here.

If you were a minority,

somebody might actually care.

This is dispatch. Are you there, guys?

Warnock? Mundie?

Yeah, here Sarge. Loud and clear.

Someone wants to say "hello".

Hi guys. This is

Constable Rachel Heggie here.

Um, if you'd keep your

eyes out for an IC1 male,

six foot, bearded, and

probably injured. Thank You!

We should keep an eye

on the local hospitals as well.

Sir?

Sergeant MacReady?

In all seriousness, Constable,

you sure you're not imagining all this?

There was blood on

the headlights, sir. So no.

See, I'd be happy to get the car

checked if we had a victim. Do we?

I run a tight ship. Mostly, a quiet one.

- Meaning what?

- What is it they say...

No victim, no crime.

Told ya!

I told you!

- Shit!

- Sorry, what was that?

Sierra One, what's an IC1 male?

We looking for a fucking snowman now?

Shut it!

Do your job. Look for him.

Yes, sir, Sarge. We'll keep em peeled.

It's just well...

I mean she sounds about as

much fun as her report card said.

That's enough!

And bring us back some more coffee

would you. We're dry here.

Do you want anything?

Only a few private records kept that way.

No.

Yeah, good luck with that.

You get less gossip in the local nail

salon than you do in here though.

Hello?

Hello?

Can I get a smoke before lock-down?

- There's no smoking.

- You're joking?

Your room, sir.

Enjoy the complimentary

skid mark on the pillow.

Had half a pack of lights

on my way in here.

- All present and correct.

- I hope your not inferring

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