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[while Murphy arrests Emil, his gang gets the drop on Murphy] Leon Nash:
Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil? [Emil disarms Murphy and then picks up his own shotgun] Emil:
Your ass is mine. Clarence Boddicker:
[coming in]
No. Not yet it ain't. Well, what have we here? [takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil] Clarence Boddicker:
You a good cop, hot shot? Well, sure you are. Why, you gotta be some kind of... GREAT cop to come in here all by yourself. [strikes Murphy hard behind his knees, dropping him to the ground] Clarence Boddicker:
Where's your partner? Where's your partner? [hits Murphy in the shoulder blade with his rifle butt] Joe Cox:
[coming in]
Well, guys, other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm, mm. I took her out. [laughs] Clarence Boddicker:
[to Murphy]
I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya? Murphy:
Buddy, I think you're slime. [gang laughs] Clarence Boddicker:
See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops. [Waves the aim of his gun a few times about Murphy's body, mimicking the sound of a tracking device before finally shooting Murphy's right hand off. The gang laughs in hysterics] Clarence Boddicker:
Well, give the man a hand! He's all yours. [the gang laughs watching Murphy struggle to his feet, grasping his bleeding stump] Emil:
All right, all right. Look out. Steve Minh:
Turn around, man. Joe Cox:
Pretty boy. Hey, over here. [Murphy turns with great difficulty and faces the gang, who gleefully empty their guns into him, shooting his wounded arm completely off] Murphy:
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