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What the hell?
Goddamn son of a bitch.
What the hell?
Hey, my turn!
Me.
Come on.
What's wrong with this picture?
Nice night for a walk, eh?
Nice night for a walk.
Washday tomorrow.
Nothing clean, right?
Nothing clean. Right.
I think this guy's a couple cans
short of a six-pack.
Your clothes.
Give them to me... now.
Fuck you, asshole!
Hey, sugar, how about it?
I don't have to put up
with that bullshit, man.
She's always after me.
I don't... I don't...
Hey, buddy, did you just see
a real bright light?
He the guy?
- Hold it right there!
- He's rabbiting.
Hey! I said hold it!
Go!
That son of a bitch
took my pants!
What day is it? The date!
The 12th of May. Thursday.
- What year?
- What?
He's got my gun! Let's go!
Guard it for me, big buns.
I'm late.
So am I.
- I'm in it.
- So am I.
Honey, could I have
that coffee now, please?
Yes, sir.
Who gets the burly beef?
I ordered barbecued beef.
I think that's mine,
but I didn't order fries.
He gets the barbecued beef.
Mine's the chili beef deluxe.
Who gets the burly beef?
Miss, we're ready to order now.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, lord.
This isn't real leather, is it?
This special sucks.
Nice going, kid.
Ought to give you the tip.
Look, in a hundred years,
who's going to care?
The 12-gauge auto-loader.
That's Italian.
You can go pump or auto.
The.45 long slide,
with laser sighting.
These are brand-new.
We just got them in.
That's a good gun.
Just touch the trigger,
the beam comes on...
and you put the red dot
where you want the bullet to go.
You can't miss.
Anything else?
A phased plasma rifle
in the 40-watt range.
Just what you see, pal.
The Uzi 9mm.
You know your weapons, buddy.
Any one of these is ideal
for home defense.
So which will it be?
All.
I may close early today.
There's a fifteen-day wait
on the handguns...
but the rifles
you can take right now.
- You can't do that.
- Wrong.
Hi, baby. Yeah, it's me.
Listen, I need you
to come pick me up.
My bike just broke down.
I don't care what you're doing.
Come and get me. What the...
Hey, man, you got
a serious attitude problem.
Sarah Connor?
I'm on my break, Chuck.
Carla's got my station.
Sarah, come here!
It's about you. Sort of.
It's so incredible.
You're not gonna believe this.
Sit down.
You are going to love this.
- Shh!
- What?
...has been compiled
from several witnesses.
Once again, Sarah Connor,
thirty-five, mother of two...
brutally shot to death
in her home this afternoon.
You're dead, honey.
Sorry.
First, I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one...
and then run my tongue
down your neck...
to your bare, gleaming
breasts...
and then slowly...
slowly pull your jeans off,
inch by inch.
Ginger, it's Matt!
And lick your belly in circles,
further and further down...
and then pull your panties off
with my teeth.
Who is this?
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
I thought you were...
Can I talk to Ginger, please?
Sure, Bunky.
It's the creep.
First, I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one...
You fucking pigs!
Wait till I get my hands on you!
- Get off of me!
- Sit down, fella.
Ed.
- What do you got?
- Dead girl.
I can see that.
Sarah Ann Connor,
secretary, thirty-five...
shot six times
at less than ten feet.
Large caliber weapon.
You know, these work.
What's this?
Dead girl two, sent over from
Valley division this afternoon.
I'm sure there's a point
to all of this.
Look at the name, Ed.
Sarah Louise Connor.
Is this right?
You're kidding me.
The press is going to be
short-stroking it all over.
A one-day pattern killer.
I hate the weird ones.
So?
Better than mortal man deserves.
Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?
No, not lately.
Did you check messages?
I thought you did.
Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...
There you are, young man.
You mind your mother.
Hi, Sarah. Dan Moorski.
Something's come up.
I can't make it tonight.
Just can't get out of it.
Goddamn son of a bitch.
What the hell?
Hey, my turn!
Me.
Come on.
What's wrong with this picture?
Nice night for a walk, eh?
Nice night for a walk.
Washday tomorrow.
Nothing clean, right?
Nothing clean. Right.
I think this guy's a couple cans
short of a six-pack.
Your clothes.
Give them to me... now.
Fuck you, asshole!
Hey, sugar, how about it?
I don't have to put up
with that bullshit, man.
She's always after me.
I don't... I don't...
Hey, buddy, did you just see
a real bright light?
He the guy?
- Hold it right there!
- He's rabbiting.
Hey! I said hold it!
Go!
That son of a bitch
took my pants!
What day is it? The date!
The 12th of May. Thursday.
- What year?
- What?
He's got my gun! Let's go!
Guard it for me, big buns.
I'm late.
So am I.
- I'm in it.
- So am I.
Honey, could I have
that coffee now, please?
Yes, sir.
Who gets the burly beef?
I ordered barbecued beef.
I think that's mine,
but I didn't order fries.
He gets the barbecued beef.
Mine's the chili beef deluxe.
Who gets the burly beef?
Miss, we're ready to order now.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, lord.
This isn't real leather, is it?
This special sucks.
Nice going, kid.
Ought to give you the tip.
Look, in a hundred years,
who's going to care?
The 12-gauge auto-loader.
That's Italian.
You can go pump or auto.
The.45 long slide,
with laser sighting.
These are brand-new.
We just got them in.
That's a good gun.
Just touch the trigger,
the beam comes on...
and you put the red dot
where you want the bullet to go.
You can't miss.
Anything else?
A phased plasma rifle
in the 40-watt range.
Just what you see, pal.
The Uzi 9mm.
You know your weapons, buddy.
Any one of these is ideal
for home defense.
So which will it be?
All.
I may close early today.
There's a fifteen-day wait
on the handguns...
but the rifles
you can take right now.
- You can't do that.
- Wrong.
Hi, baby. Yeah, it's me.
Listen, I need you
to come pick me up.
My bike just broke down.
I don't care what you're doing.
Come and get me. What the...
Hey, man, you got
a serious attitude problem.
Sarah Connor?
I'm on my break, Chuck.
Carla's got my station.
Sarah, come here!
It's about you. Sort of.
It's so incredible.
You're not gonna believe this.
Sit down.
You are going to love this.
- Shh!
- What?
...has been compiled
from several witnesses.
Once again, Sarah Connor,
thirty-five, mother of two...
brutally shot to death
in her home this afternoon.
You're dead, honey.
Sorry.
First, I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one...
and then run my tongue
down your neck...
to your bare, gleaming
breasts...
and then slowly...
slowly pull your jeans off,
inch by inch.
Ginger, it's Matt!
And lick your belly in circles,
further and further down...
and then pull your panties off
with my teeth.
Who is this?
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
I thought you were...
Can I talk to Ginger, please?
Sure, Bunky.
It's the creep.
First, I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one...
You fucking pigs!
Wait till I get my hands on you!
- Get off of me!
- Sit down, fella.
Ed.
- What do you got?
- Dead girl.
I can see that.
Sarah Ann Connor,
secretary, thirty-five...
shot six times
at less than ten feet.
Large caliber weapon.
You know, these work.
What's this?
Dead girl two, sent over from
Valley division this afternoon.
I'm sure there's a point
to all of this.
Look at the name, Ed.
Sarah Louise Connor.
Is this right?
You're kidding me.
The press is going to be
short-stroking it all over.
A one-day pattern killer.
I hate the weird ones.
So?
Better than mortal man deserves.
Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?
No, not lately.
Did you check messages?
I thought you did.
Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...
There you are, young man.
You mind your mother.
Hi, Sarah. Dan Moorski.
Something's come up.
I can't make it tonight.
Just can't get out of it.
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