stuff, understand? Danny boy, Dan-Dan-Danny boy. Watch your ass, Danny boy. She never made it. The feds were waiting. Hustled her off in a chopper. - Let me guess... the silver Alouette? - That very one. Guess what? Your pal Keyes was running the whole show... and his butt boys. Son of a bitch. You done real good, kid. Now, tomorrow, start a tail on Keyes... Everything he does, everywhere he goes. Who knows? You might just get lucky. Lieutenant... luck... is my specialty. Yeah. I bet it is. Now if you'll excuse me, Lieutenant... I've got some serious police work to attend to. Come to papa. - Hey. - Hey, are your balls okay? - Fine. How are yours? - Ha ha ha. Hey, do you mind? It's my sister. Oh, you're not my sister, are you? Son of a bitch. Who you really chasing, Keyes? Time to go to work. Danny boy. Mike? Whoa! Whoa! Oh! Whoa! Uh! Oh, God! No. No. Oh! No! Oh, God! [Gunshots] Please, no! Oh! Aah! [Screeching] [Woman's Voice] Lieutenant Michael R. Harrigan... Violence prone... obsessive/ compulsive personality... a history of excessive physical force... throughout his 18 years... as a Los Angeles police officer. Also responsible... for the destruction of 11 patrol cars... a city bus... What about 10 commendations for valor... and the best felony arrest record... in the history of this department? That and my intervention on your behalf... are the only reasons you still have a job. The chief would charge you... with Detective Archuleta's death and suspend you. As it is, he left it in my hands. Now this John Wayne attitude... flagrant disregard for policies... is going to end now. No one under my command... is going to impede the progress... of this federal task force headed by agent Keyes. No one. That's it. Dismissed. Mike, you're too close to this. Stay out of it. It's a police matter. They can't keep the department out of it. We'll find Danny's killer. Captain, Danny and I came up together... 15 years on the fucking street. Whoever killed him's going to pay. I'm going to finish it. Hey! Hey, come on. What is this? Listen, shithead. I don't give a fuck who you really are... what you want with this asshole. Because now it's personal... and he's a dead man. What you're dealing with is way over your head. You don't know what you're dealing with. And I'm warning you. Stay the fuck out of my way! I'll take care of him. No. Let him go. We're too close. [Tony Pope] ... Claiming as his, turf already controlled... by the bloodthirsty Jamaican and Colombian drug lords. Watch as we continue our report. Yes, the word is out. L.A. Is up for grabs... the spoils of our once fine city... going to the ruthless scum who can spread the most carnage and blood. Our latest update on the scoreboard... 5 assorted trash and 1 good cop. One of the best on our force. Who's next? Where's the mayor? He's not even in the city... Forget it. It's over. Mike, goddamn it. This ain't your personal little war, you know. I loved Danny, too. You said the only way you survive down here... is because you're a team. Door swings both ways, remember? All right. We'll do it together. Come on. Talk to me about Keyes. He's been everywhere. We've been on him for three days. - They're not looking for drug dealers. - Yeah. They're setting up radar sensors all over downtown. I used my whole repertoire to keep up with them. I had scanners on them. They scrambled my shit up. They had equipment I can't begin to touch... and then this morning... I lost them. - We lost them. - Lost them where? Vernon and industry. They fuckin' disappeared. The slaughterhouse district? Yeah, and in this heat, whoa! I mean B.O. And barbecue. Whatever Keyes is looking for... he's found it or damn close to it. Leona, I want ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Мне двадцать лет на английском - текст Назад в будущее 3 на английском - текст 1612. Хроники смутного времени. на английском - текст Весёлые ребята на английском - текст Волшебник на английском |