Legal Trouble lyrics

Devin calls Michael shortly after Michael leaves the studio.
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Devin: Slow it down, Slick. You're not thinking.
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Michael: Hey, I'm a producer. I'm producing the goods.
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Devin: Don't do this, Slick. Think, she's got a police escort, she's on the way to my personal hangar, security at the airport work for me.
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Michael: I just wanna get the film back before she does anything rash with it.
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Devin: Molly's highly strung. She's not going to stop and talk it out with a deranged killer chasing after her.
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Michael: That ain't who I am... today. Look, I don't wanna hurt anyone, I just wanna get my movie.
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Devin: Slow down, and usе your brain. Fun time is over.
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Devin еnds the call.
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Michael: Ahhh.

LSPD Dispatch: Attention, La Puerta units: Requesting a VIP escort for Miss Molly Schultz. Destination is the east hangar at Los Santos International. Requesting ground and air units, code 3.
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Michael approaches Molly, who is racing towards the airport.
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Michael: • ­What's she up to? • ­What's she doing?
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Two Police Cruisers pursue Molly.
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Police Officer: • ­Ms. Schultz, there is no need to panic. The LSPD are here to escort you to the hangar. • ­Ms. Schultz, please calm down. We're here to escort you to the hangar.
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Driving towards the airport...
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Police Officer: • ­You do not need to go that fast. Please relax. • ­There is no need to drive erratically. Please calm down.
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Passing the Devin Weston Hangar...
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Police Officer: • ­You went past the hangar! • ­The Devin Weston hangar was back there on your left!
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A Police Cruiser crashes into the tanker truck and explodes.
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Michael:: • ­Holy sh*t! • ­Whoa! f*ck!
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Molly drives through the airport's terminals and past a fire training exercise.
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Police Officer: • ­Ms. Schultz, you are in the path of aircraft, this is not a safe place to drive. • ­Ms. Schultz, you are endangering yourself and my fellow officers.
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Michael: • ­Say it like it is, she's totally flipped! • ­You're telling me, she's gone crazy!
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Molly drives onto the runway with a landing Jet.
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Michael: • ­You wanna take a plane full a tourists with ya? • ­Oh, oh, oh - the plane!
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Two police cars are destroyed by the landing plane.
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Michael: • ­sh*t! • ­
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Molly drives head-on towards a landing plane.
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Michael: • ­You're playing chicken! • ­Nah, nah, nah, nah.
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A police car is destroyed by the plane's landing gear.
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Police Officer: • ­Get off the runways, now!
• ­Ms. Schultz, stop the car!
• ­Stop your car now, Ms. Schultz.

• ­Pull over now, Ms. Schultz!

• ­We'll protect you, just pull over.

• ­Stop your car!
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Michael: • ­Stop the car, lady! • ­Pull it over already.

Molly gets out of the car and runs inside the hangar corridor.
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Molly: • ­He wants to kill me! He wants to kill me! • ­That man's a murderer! He wants to kill me!
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Police Officer: On the floor, lady! On the f*cking floor!
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Hangar Public-Address System: Clear the hangar!
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Molly: • ­He's a psychopath!
• ­He kills people! Help me!

• ­He's a maniac! Stop him!

• ­Stop him! Stop him, he's a killer!

• ­Save me from this murderer!
• ­I'm just a white collar criminal, but he's a real one!
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Michael: • ­I think you need some help right now!
• ­Lady, you need a friend!

• ­Molly! Molly!

• ­Molly!

• ­Hey, come on!

• ­Just f*cking stop!

• ­Stop, would you? Give me the film. It's the right thing to do!
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Molly pushes and aircraft attendant out of the way before running in front of the jet's turbine.
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Molly: • ­Move! A mad man's coming! • ­Out of my way!
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Aircraft Attendant: • ­Hey, hey, hey, you can't be in here, stop! • ­Hey! You can't be here. Stop!
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Michael:: • ­Whoa! Stop! Look out!
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The jet turbine starts up and Molly is sucked in.
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Molly: • ­Argghhh!
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Michael: • ­Eurrrrrr.
• ­That was nasty, and needless.
• ­That didn't have to happen.
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(Michael, escaping the police)
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Michael:: • ­Hey, I'm just a witness, okay!?
• ­Hey, I ain't done anything!

• ­She's the one behind this!

• ­I got what I came for, I'm leaving!

• ­All this mayhem - nothing to do with me!

• ­Trespassing - that's the most you got on me!

• ­Hey, you got some mess to clean up! Leave me alone!
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