Bad Lieutenant Page #4

-Body of Christ.

-The body of Christ.

-The body of Christ.

Those boys...

Those sad, raging boys.

They came to me as the needy do,

and like many of the needy, they were rude.

Like all the needy, they took.

And like all the needy, they needed.

Father, l knew them.

They learn in our school,

and they play in our schoolyard,

and they are good boys.

You knew them?

Who are they, Sister?

Who are the boys?

What are their names, the names of these

good boys you knew?

l could tell you their names now,

and l know you are bound by a sacred ow

to keep my secret,

but l cannot tell you their names,

for l, too, am bound.

Jesus turned water to wine.

l ought to hae turned bitter semen

into fertile sperm,

hatred to loe,

and maybe to hae saed their souls.

They did not loe me,

but l ought to hae loed them.

For Jesus loed those who reiled him,

and neer again shall l encounter two boys

whose prayer was more poignant,

more legible, more anguished.

Sid Fernandez and Darryl Strawberry,

a battle of wits and talent here

in the bottom of the ninth in Los AngeIes.

Strawberry readies himself.

Fernandez checks for the sign.

The pitch on the way. Swinging. Strike one.

ne and one on Strawberry,

as Fernandez came in with that fast baII,

and DarryI couId not connect.

ne and one the count.

Two outs. Bottom of the ninth.

For Los AngeIes, men on second and third.

The Dodgers find themseIves down by three

and in need

of one of those DarryI moon shots.

The 1-1 pitch from Fernandez.

Swinging. Foul ball.

ff to the third base side.

ne and two the count to Strawberry now

as he once again waIks around,

thinks about what he might see

on this next pitch from Sid Fernandez.

ne and two to Strawberry.

New York Mets trying to do something

that no other team has ever done,

come back from a three-nothing deficit

in a best of seven series.

Strawberry is ready. So is Fernandez.

Ease to the belt.

The 1-2 pitch to Strawberry.

n the way.

High and outside, it's now 2-2.

So the string runs a little bit longer.

The tension buiIds here in Los AngeIes

as Strawberry and Fernandez battle.

Dodgers trying to eIiminate the Mets.

The Mets trying hard to send this series

to a seventh and finaI game.

Fernandez wants to change basebaIIs now.

He gets another one back

from the home pIate umpire.

It's now a 2-2 count in a game situation.

nce again, no team has ever come back

from a 3-0 deficit

to come back and win a series.

That's what the Mets are trying

to accompIish here.

Strawberry, with that big year this year

for the Dodgers,

trying to continue his hot hitting

in this pIayoff.

So it's lefty against lefty,

oId teammate against oId teammate.

Strawberry steps in.

Fernandez to the stretch.

The pitch.

He goes around... Did he go around?

The appeaI at third. Yes!

Darryl Strawberry,

on the check-swing, goes too far.

He strikes out.

This game is over,

as Strawberry goes down looking,

and the Dodgers are Iooking at a Mets team

that has tied the series at three.

h, what drama on a 3-2 pitch.

And a third base umpire said,

"Yes, sir, he did go around."

And the expression

on Darryl Strawberry's face says it all.

We're tied at three games apiece,

and the Mets win 8-5.

This sets the scene

for one heck of a seventh game.

Pitching-wise,

it's a match made in a fan's dream.

lmagine, one game, and it's Dwight Gooden

against rel Hershiser.

Neither pitcher is as powerfuI

as he once was.

Some of their magic removed

by a surgeon's knife.

But they are stiII pressure pitchers

who know how to get it done,

possibIy two future HaII of Famers.

And Game 7 certainly looks like a game...

l can't help you.

Hey. About time.

He finally shows up. Jesus Christ.

Hey. Yo, Lieu!

Come here.

Hey, how you doing?

l neer f***ing thought you'd be here.

-How's it going?

-F***ing great.

The world is yours.

Hey, Tommy, can l hae some drink tickets?

lt's not like the old days.

Hello, fellas.

Yeah, Papa.

Moe it!

Help yourself out, okay?

lf you're doing a hit, do a monster.

-Come on. Here. Do a line.

-Hey.

Come on. Did you hae...

How many drinks did you hae?

Good.

Hey, you got the money?

What money?

Stop f***ing around.

Did you bring the money with you?

-Got it with you?

-l don't got it. Not tonight.

You can't get blood from a stone.

Quit f***ing around.

Did you bring the money with you?

Come on. This ain't no

f***ing joke anymore, seriously.

Just put $1 20,000 on tomorrow's game.

-You're a f***ing joke. You know that?

-Sweetheart.

You make me laugh.

-Can l get a odka on the rocks?

-He's been waiting since the game ended.

You got me waiting here three hours

like a f***ing moron.

What is this,

a f***ing big game or something with you?

l'm going to win.

You just make sure the f***ing bet's in.

You know, l told you once before

that this guy will come by your house

and blow your house up

with your wife and kids and eerybody in it.

-You know that, right?

-Good. Good.

l'll gie him an extra 1 0 grand

for his trouble.

-l hate that f***ing house.

-Yeah?

What do you think, maybe because

you're a cop he won't kill you?

You're this close already to death.

Hey, l'e been dodging f***ing bullets

since l was 14.

No one can kill me.

l'm blessed.

l'm a f***ing Catholic.

How's the case going?

-What case?

-What case?

The case with the $50,000 reward.

Remember?

Yeah. We're on it big time. Lots of leads.

You can use that 50

to get yourself out of this hole.

The Dodgers are going to win the series.

lt's a f***ing lock.

Get this, man. l was at the game today,

face-to-f***ing-face with Strawberry.

And... And...

And l knew that he struck out on purpose,

and that he's saing it up

for the big one tomorrow.

Today, for the first time, l understood that...

You're sick in the f***ing head.

You know that?

That it neer could hae gone

any other way.

Neer could hae gone any other way.

So, you just better put in my f***ing bet.

$1 20,000 on the last game, the big one.

Come on. You a bookmaker f*** or what?

You know, l'll tell you the truth,

be honest with you.

l'm fed up with this.

Here. l'm going to gie you

this guy's number.

You call him yourself.

You tell him what the f*** you want.

Put your own bets in from now on.

Judas.

-You leaing the sinking ship?

-Here. Take that.

Yeah, l'll gie you a sinking ship.

lt ain't no joke.

Tell me something. You couldn't pay 60.

You lose, you'll be in for 1 20

to a f***ing dago

who'll kill you for nothing.

Yeah. Keep laughing.

You're supposed to coer that,

you didn't een hae the 60.

lt's now 1 :
00.

Better be careful.

Hey, what's up, man? Come on in.

How you feeling, man?

Come on in. Come on in.

Come on, come on.

Eat something. lt's dinnertime. Come on.

You hae to help your sister

with her homework. Come on. Hurry it up.

Excuse me.

Make yourself at home.

Make yourself at home. Sit down.

l know, l know.

Fourteen across is a three-letter word.

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