It's a police officer. He's guarding the entrance.
It's either a cop pretending to be an actor, or the other way around. I'm not completely sure. He's equally bad at both.
Newport Police Department. It's a holographic sign.
The doors are closed.
It's an underground garage.
The garbage truck's getting through into the station. Interesting.
The doors are closed, and under guard. I'm not getting in this way.
How do I get into the station?
That is the question, is it not?
Pardon?
To get in, or not to get in, that is the question.
Good grief. More weirdos.
Oh, I'm not a weirdo. I'm an actor.
Well met again, sweet princess.
A simple "hello" would be fine, thanks.
As you wish, so it will be. "Hello".
No offense, but...isn't that an oxymoron?
"Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive".
Don't say anything.
Mum's the word. Oops.
How do I get into the station?
You don't. Not today.
But I need to get in! What if there's been a crime?
Good point. I guess you need to report it via one of the many kiosks installed throughout the city, or by contacting an officer of the law.
Like yourself?
I am but a humble servant of her Majesty...and I'm actually assigned to vice, so don't bother.
Why were you parading back and forth like that?
I'm practising the fine art of policing.
It doesn't look like policing. It looks like acting.
Bollocks. And I thought I was making progress.
Maybe if you tried being a little less -- rigid.
Yeah, but it's this bloody suit, it makes everyone move the same way. I'm not able to release the character!
Are you an actor or a cop?
Both, darling. Both! I am an actor, but I will portray an officer of the law in my next motion picture.
I think I saw the first one. It stunk.
I agree. But this one has a certain...je ne sais quoi...flair, that the original lacked.
You mean, more violence, more sex, less plot?
That's it!
So you're doing research for your next role?
Indeed, my fair maiden, I am. I have been assigned to a squad to capture the essence of her Majesty's honorable service.
And what squad would that be?
Vice.
Any chance you'll let me through?
Shower me with sweet forgiveness, princess, but unfortunately -- I cannot. The doors ain't working.
The doors aren't working?
They're not? Good Lord! I must report this immediately...after I'm done with my policing exercise.
Thanks, and good luck.
Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow. Farewell, princess. Till we meet again, farewell!
Good luck.
And to you, the same.
Did you say the doors weren't working?
Ah, correct. The only things getting in and out of the station today are police officers, prisoners, and garbage.
Aren't they all pretty much one and the same thing?
Cutting words from a wench's barbed mouth!
What did you call me?
Uhm, sweet princess?
That's more like it.
How are you able to bring garbage out and prisoners in when the doors are broken?
These doors don't work, but the gate downstairs does. Of course, you can only get through that inside of a vehicle. The security measures are quite extreme.
It's called "Mad Cop 2". I play the mad cop's friend, the somewhat ticked off cop.
Like, how extreme?
Can you say radiation poisoning?
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