The Mod Squad Page #3

You're on the roof

with Eckford and Lanier.

Take off those stupid sunglasses

and do what you're told.

Yes, sir.

There are people breathing down my neck

to get rid of all three of you.

- What'd we do?

- Arson, assault and robbery.

Now, get out. And remember, I'm the only

thing keeping you clowns out of prison.

- Man, this job sucks!

- Beats jail.

A deal's a deal.

- What the hell?

- Dude, they're not there.

- What are you doin' in here?

- Eckford and Lanier.

What?

They never showed.

Give me the keys.

- The keys to what?

- I got no car. This is a stakeout.

- Are you crazy? Hell no.

- Come on!

This is a cop thing. You can't just

leave me standing there like an a**hole.

- I swear to God, man. One scratch--

- All right.

- What can I get you, slick?

- I'll take a malt liquor, sister.

I need you to find out everything

you can about this guy over there...

with the blonde hair

and leather pants in the booth.

Is he your guy?

Yeah.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

- What?

- It's so freaky to see you again.

- Freaky?

- Yeah.

- Maybe it's just the hair. I don't know.

- My hair?

I wanna say that I'm sorry

about what happened before.

About not calling

and disappearing like that.

- I was an a**hole.

- Forget it. It was a long time ago.

- We were both really f***ed up.

- Yeah, I know, but I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry that I hurt you.

- Forgiven. It's over. We're movin' on.

What are you doin' in this place

other than keeping me from my job?

Take a break?

Now?

- Just to talk.

- Yeah.

You can page me

if you need to talk to me.

See ya!

- Bye, Gilbert.

- Let's go. You can do this later.

How are you doin'?

- I'm all right.

- Are you here with someone?

- No.

- Would you like to be?

Maybe later.

I gotta go.

Not really goin' for

waitress of the month, are you?

Apparently not.

I missed you.

- Hey, there.

- Hi.

Whoa, whoa.

I thought we were just gonna talk.

Oh, please.

Hey, my man!

Okay, give me the keys.

Give me the keys!

Gilbert, no, man.

I'm giving you a ride. That's enough.

Give me the keys.

- Be careful.

- Always.

- Pop the trunk.

- Why?

Because it's cold and buggin'.

I want my jacket. Okay, Gilbert?

Put on your jacket

and let's go!

- Ah, man!

- "Ah, man" what?

- Hey.

- Cops!

Cops? Sh*t!

Get the car!

Sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Come on, man!

Sorry!

Who's your friend?

Look, man, I was just giving him

a lift, man. That's all.

Where?

Just under the Sixth St. bridge.

That was all.

I was just gonna take him

under the Sixth St. bridge!

His name's Gilbert O'Reilly.

I told him I'd give him a ride.

I was, like, designated driver.

You know, like a car pool.

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