The New Centurions Page #4

That's why it's not legalized.

Too much profit and no overhead.

Pimps would control

the economy in no time.

What are we doing

in the whore wagon?

Why arrest them?

For cruising the streets,

for being whores?

No crime in that.

Make arrest that will stick,

that's the tough part.

Unless you don't mind

perjuring yourself in court.

I knew a whore,

had 73 prior arrests.

Most she got was six months

on two separate occasions.

So, what's the answer?

We're left with only one weapon

with which to safeguard society.

Kilvinski's law.

I might have known.

Kilvinski's law states:

Give them one pass

down Western Avenue...

...just to show them

the wagon's out.

If they don't run for cover,

pick them up, run them around...

...and generally bust up

their evening.

It's as illegal as hell, but it works.

Okay, let's take those three.

Good evening, ladies.

Sh*t, Kilvinski,

you always pick on me.

Oh, hi there.

Hi there.

- Give me a lift, honey.

- Certainly.

Just grab a handful and push.

Keep your hands off of me.

Come on, Martha.

You're holding up the parade.

Officer Fehler, would you kindly escort

the young lady to her seat?

Come and get it, honky.

Come on, Martha, take it easy.

- I gotta take you in.

- Why?

Well, Martha,

you're the prettiest girl on the block.

Sh*t.

Got two more of them for you, Andy.

All right, let's go.

Yeah, you blue-eyed devil,

you ought to make sergeant for this.

He doesn't like you, Bethel.

Nobody likes this devil.

He don't know how to talk to a woman.

I don't see any women,

just two whores.

Your wife's a whore, bastard.

She screws for peanuts.

I gets $60 every day.

Get in the wagon, b*tch.

You ain't gonna get away with

pushing me around, you hear me?

We're gonna fix

your white ass one day.

All right, Alice,

you've played your scene.

Now lay it in the wagon

like the sweet child you are.

That sucker, he don't know

how to talk right to nobody.

He thinks everybody is dogs.

Well, we is motherfucking ladies.

Hey, Kilvinski,

you all need some pillows back here.

This is terribly bumpy.

Your pillow's built in, baby.

Hey, silver hair, how about

letting us out over on Vermont?

I need to make me

some coins tonight.

Kilvinski's got soul.

He get us some Scotch

and milk if we ask him pretty.

You got soul, ain't you,

Mr. Kilvinski?

Baby, I got more soul

than I can control.

All right, ladies,

here comes the delivery man.

Here's the Scotch.

And your change

is in this bag with the milk.

Want a drink, Kilvinski?

You know we can't drink on duty.

I know something

we can do on duty.

And the sergeant

won't smell it on your breath.

I'm too old for you young ladies.

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