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I can't see
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I can't hear anything
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For God sake, Miho, finish him
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Yeah
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Make it quick, will you
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She doesn't quite chop his head off
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She makes a Pez Dispenser out of him
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Then it's straight to business
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stretching the corpses on the alley floor and checking their pockets
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digging up cash when they find it
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I'm fishing around in Jackie Boy's pants. His wallet is packed
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Master Card, Discover, Platinum American Express
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And nearly 300 bucks worth of 20s that I'm not too proud to stuff into my own pockets
1:02:47
Then I find an atom bomb
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Jackie Boy. You son of a bitch
1:03:01
There was a helicopter that kicked up such a racket I couldn't quite make out what she said
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I thought Shellie said "Stop"
1:03:09
She said "Cop"
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Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty
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"Iron Jack", the papers call him
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A goddamn hero cop
1:03:24
It's hell for years, the shaky truce
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The cops get a slice of the profits and free entertainment when they throw a party
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The girls get to administer their own brand of justice
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They get to defend their own turf
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If a cop blunders into the neighborhood and he's not shopping for what the girls are selling
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They send him packing
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But they send him back alive
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That's the rules
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That's the truce
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The cops stay out
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That keeps the girls free to keep the pimps and the mob out
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Old Town will be left wide open
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It'll be war