Keyes, you all right? Keyes, it's over here! Come on! Switch over! Shit! l can't see! They're gone. They're all dead. You want me? Here l am! You are one ugly mother... Motherfucker! Guess who's back. Too late to go home now. Get out of here, Harrigan. l'm gonna save your ass. This is between me and him! God... Birds. Damn birds. OK, pussyface. lt's your move. Shit happens. Oh, God. That's all l need is birds. You can do it. l can do it. lt's like falling off a log. Like a 30-storey log. Damn! Maybe l'll get lucky and fall. Damn it. The final Jeopardy answer is this: Berengaria, who never set foot in England, was its queen for eight years after marrying this king on Cyprus. Good luck. Herb? Herb, wake up! There's somebody in the bathroom. - lt's all right. l'm a cop. - l don't think he gives a shit. Shit! Get back inside! Holy Moses. Not again. Shit! Son of a bitch. Oh, God. Why can't this guy stay on the ground? Come on, come on. Come to Papa. Stop! Stop the elevator! Stop it! Now where the hell am l? Where are you? Jesus Christ. That's right, asshole! Shit happens! OK. Who's next? Take it. ''1715.'' Harrigan! What the fuck happened in there? Goddamn it. We came so close! Don't worry, asshole. You'll get another chance.[Bird Screeches] [Scanning Radio Transmissions] The heat wave continues. It's 109 degrees in Los Angeles. [Screaming And Gunfire] As drought-ridden Los Angeles... swelters in agonizing heat... drug lords wage warfare in the streets. Yet another open conflict... Fuck this. Get me out of here! Aah! We're in a war zone. Two motorcycle officers horribly wounded... in a deadly cross fire... the police seemingly unable to rescue them... in spite of several desperate, heroic attempts. It's completely out of control down here. My beautiful cantina, everything I own... they shot it to pieces. My microwave... my tamale steamer, my grill... you fucking pendejos! [Automatic Gunfire] Ah ha ha! Fuck you! Tony Pope, live with Hard Core... on the scene and in your face. It's like Dante's Hell down here... Smoke, fire, oppressive heat... As Colombian and Jamaican drug fiends... once again transform the streets of L. A... into a slaughterhouse. Who the hell's in charge down here? The cops? Uh-uh. They're outmanned, outgunned... and incompetent. Mr. Mayor, on vacation at your home in Tahoe... get off your butt, get down here... and declare martial law. Don't keep me in suspense, Danny boy. It has not been a nice day. Two motorists pulled over a truck... stumbled in the middle of a narc stakeout. You know, 10 Colombians and Scorpios... Told them to fuck off. They're trying to get inside their headquarters. We're keeping them pinned down... but those officers are bleeding to death. Fuck, they're dying, man. And where the hell is Special Weapons? They're tied up with that shootout in San Pedro... getting their ass kicked by the Jamaicans. They shot down a chopper. Mills and Johnson won't last much longer. We need an assault vehicle to go get them. I'm going to have a chat with these assholes. - When I give the signal, give me some cover. - Got it. Too small. That's it. Come on! Get them out of here! Now! ЎVamanos! Get them out! ЎVamanos! Ahh! Hey, assholes! Mike, are you okay? Yeah. Let's get the rest of them. We can't. Orders from Chief Heinemann. He says secure perimeter, surround building, and wait. Wait for what? I don't know... some bullshit special unit... the Feds, the DEA. If we let them dig in... we'll have to level the building. ЎO, me gusta! No, es para mi. ЎVamanos! ЎVamanos! ЎVenga! ЎVenga! [Speaking Spanish] Come and get it. El Scorpio is ready. [Glass Shatters] Sarge, any of your ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Золотой ребёнок на английском - текст Чернокнижник III: Конец невинности на английском - текст Комиссар на английском - текст Элвин и бурундуки 2 на английском - текст Духовные голоса на английском |