Let Us Prey

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F***!

Oh f***, sh*t!

Get out of the car!

No. No, no, no,

for f***'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 f***ing 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***, give me a minute.

Lightweight.

B*tch.

- What'd you just call me?

- You heard me.

B*tch.

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!

- Sh*t!

- Sorry, what was that?

Sierra One, what's an IC1 male?

We looking for a f***ing 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

that we might nick your fags.

I'm implying it.

He's implying you might nick his fags.

A speaker implies.

A listener inferrs.

The one place you think you'd

be safe, and there he is.

Suck it up, Caesar.

You wanna spend more time here

than you do in school, that's fine.

We just thought we'd do you

a favor and bring school to you.

What's he in for, anyway?

Likes his women like his whiskey,

is that it? Aged 12 years yeah?

Constable Heggie, Mr. Beswick.

You lot are forever

complaining about class sizes.

Consider this a helping hand.

A bit of private tuition!

That's it, isn't it? He is a fiend.

I knew it. Filthy pervert.

- Stand back, away from the door.

- Try saying "please", b*tch!

What the f***? That's assault.

Man, f***ing brutality!

Try doing as you're told, b*tch.

Yeah, all right.

You saw that, didn't you?

You'll be my witness.

- She tryied to break my arm.

- I saw nothing of the sort.

Oh come on, liven up!

Play this right,

and we'll be out of here

before last orders.

All you have to do is say what you saw.

We'll threaten to sue.

Get these brusises photographed.

Sometimes, Francis, people

need to be disciplined,

and pain's the natural order.

Is that what you were doing?

I've read the manifest.

You've got a dirty way of

maintaining order, haven't you?

- Well, there's two sides to every tale.

- Yeah.

But your's is a real sob story.

And that, my boy, is what

we call a mythic sweeper.

No answer from the recovery guys.

Have to get a tow truck later.

You always wind up your prisoners?

Truth is, I don't even smoke.

Guys like Caesar though,

don't respond well to authority.

So I engage a range of methods.

And cell four?

- He seems to think quite highly of himself.

- Who Ralph?

That man needs to get a punch-bag.

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