National Security Page #6

What happens is it makes

me start saying incoherent...

You know, I'm liable to spurt that out.

Just incoherent sh*t. B*tch!

I apologize.

My doctor said I'm not getting

proper oxygen up through here.

They said pump it and breathe.

And it's sort of like that sneaker.

It's a weird exercise.

Anyway, nothing would make me

happier than to see him go to prison.

- Wait a second here!

- Get back, b*tch!

- Shut the hell up, Hank, and I mean it!

- You... The violence.

Let me calm myself.

Unfortunately, certain details

of your story are slightly skewed.

What do you mean, skewed?

Hank...

...did not come back for revenge.

- Thank you.

- He came back to apologize.

- What?

- You went there to apologize?

The man's talking to you.

Yep.

- And you were saying?

- I was...

...saying I was sorry.

- For what?

- Beating you.

Yeah, my dog.

That's what I'm talking about, man.

Hank was right in the middle

of this very touching apology...

...when I discovered

that my warehouse was being robbed.

So Hank and I, we banded together

to apprehend these outlaws.

And we would've had them,

had not your boys come along.

Excuse me?

Deputy Droop-a-long.

Man, they stopped the wrong car.

- You better watch your mouth.

- What you gonna do?

Beat the hell out of me?

Probably blame it on a damn spider.

- What you got?

- The updated report.

We got a 4-59 at the warehouse, but

nothing on a van. Coroner has two bodies.

DA says self-defense.

So we kick them loose.

- The C and L warehouse on 18th?

- Yeah.

Not a cop anymore, Hank,

so stop acting like one.

I'm all too happy to find any reason

to lock your ass up. You understand?

Go find McDuff, tell him

I want to see him right away.

Yeah, we also encountered a naked girl

upstairs, handcuffed to a light fixture.

Lola.

Do you think you could hook a brother

up with another restraining order?

Right there, because I recognize them.

Great.

All my stuff should be in here too.

What's up?

Right.

I don't believe this. Where's my bullets?

We don't return live ammunition.

Well, if you're gonna keep the bullets,

just keep the gun.

- All right.

- Give me my gun, man.

Where's my car?

Impound lot. Twenty blocks up,

seven blocks over.

You expect that man to walk...

Y'all got a shuttle bus?

You know what?

You upset my partner.

I should set it off up in this...

But you got your boys.

Hank, you believe his attitude, man?

Man, they probably gonna give you

your car back with no tires.

I like the way you played it

back there.

Yeah, not letting them in on our case.

That was smooth.

- This is our bust, right?

- Get the hell away from me!

Hey, Hank! You know what?

Sooner or later, your hostility is officially

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