Rapid Fire Page #3

- The Feds.

The Feds.

Get off your asses!

Farris, pull these guys together. Move it!

Go get yourself a bag of doughnuts.

This way.

Look, Jake... Any problems, you get nervous,

you need to talk, whatever...

you can reach me at this number.

- OK.

- I need to call home.

- It's taken care of.

Relax. Watch TV.

- I'll see you in eight hours.

- OK.

Daniels.

- Who is it?

- It's me. Daniels.

- Anderson, this is Jake.

- Jake.

- And this is Klein.

- Jake, welcome aboard.

Well, it was a lousy flight.

Great hotel, though

- Glass of water?

- Help yourself.

Pop-Tarts.

More Pop-Tarts. This is good.

- What are you doin', Jake?

- I'm hungry.

We can send out for Chinese if you like.

Can I stand the excitement?

I'm gonna see if there's a game on.

So who else is testifying against this guy?

Nobody's gonna testify against Serrano,

especially you, Jake.

It's a low neighbourhood.

Yeah, it's a low neighbourhood.

Oh, sh*t.

- Wrong place, wrong time.

- Yeah, Jake Lo...

- Cop killer.

- Go, go.

Ow!

Ow! You...

broke my f***in' nose!

Son of a b*tch!

Agh!

You're all done, Jake!

Sh*t!

- Don't move!

- No, it's OK!

Drop your weapon now.

- Listen, lady, you got the wrong guy!

- Shut up! Stay put.

Release the hammer slowly

and surrender your weapon.

- I'm a cop!

- I said drop the gun!

Daniels! FBI!

That kid just killed 2 federal officers!

- Let me see that.

- Hey, watch it!

- Let the girl go now!

- Goddamn it! He's trying to kill me!

- Just do it!

- I didn't do anything!

It's gonna be all right.

Hey, hey, hold your fire!

I'll get it.

- Hello.

- Hi, Frank.

- Jake?

- Yeah. Remember me?

Jake, Jesus Christ! What happened?

What the hell is going on?

You know what kills you?

You know what's killing you in life, huh?

Negative thinking. You gotta think positive.

Like here in Chicago, we had that mayor...

whatshisname, you know. Anyone

Everybody thinks everything

is going down the tubes.

Bada-bing! He has a heart attack. He's dead.

Think positive.

This Tau... Everything looks terrible.

He's got us by the balls.

Think positive. Cut off his hands.

Mr Serrano, it's for you.

I'm gonna have to insure that stomach

of yours with Lloyd's of London.

Yeah?

The kid got away.

He got away?

Damn it! What do you mean he got away?

How did he get away?

- Did they pop Klein?

- They killed Klein, but the kid got away.

- We paid good money to them Feds.

- Don't worry. I have it wired.

You better have it wired.

That kid saw everything.

Too bad these wires ain't legit.

He's meeting me at 7

There's a streetlight there.

You can't miss him.

We'll be there

I'm sure you will.

Hey, you f*** this up again,

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