Blitz Page #5

All right, Babe?

Yeah. Yeah, no. I've been

away, but...

I'm back now.

Do you want to come

to my party?

Yeah, like old times.

Can you take care

of me?

Sweet.

What's this?

Moonshine.

Irish moonshine.

Isn't this

stuff illegal?

I f***ing hope so.

You drink this poison

and then you wonder

why you get blackouts.

I drink this poison

because I get blackouts.

Slinte.

Cheers.

Say we

can't prove anything.

Say Barry Weiss walks.

Where are you

going with this?

Well, you told

me once before

about some pedophile.

You couldn't

get the bastard through

the regular channels, so...

you took him out yourself.

I thought you were asleep

when I told you that.

I'm not gonna continue

this line of talk.

I don't like

where it's going.

Been a busy couple

of days for you, Barry.

Took a ride in a police car.

Got your picture in the paper.

Highlight of your career.

You know, Barry,

if you were smart...

which I know you're not...

you'd admit to what you did...

because I'm gonna tell

you now, you'll be a lot

safer in here than out there.

Were they

friends of yours...

those cops

that got killed?

You see...

I know what this

is about, Barry.

What did those lads

ever do to you, Barry?

Of course, you knew.

How did you react?

F*** you, pig.

They call that

resisting arrest.

I call it stupid.

I know I embarrassed you.

Since then you've stewed...

and cooked

and simmered over it.

You should've just let it go.

Personally...

I didn't remember until

I saw you. Didn't give it

a second thought.

It was so insignificant,

I forgot all about it.

We sure all laughed when

I played the surveillance

tapes at the station.

We all did.

But that stuff's silly.

Sergeant Brant

to you.

The point is, Barry...

you're nothing.

No one cares.

No one gives a f***.

Oh, and another thing.

You, The Blitz.

What the f*** is that?

Don't mean to bomb

you out, bro...

but there's some major

sh*t going down.

I'm listening.

A cop's ripped off

a dealer.

What?

They're getting

into the products, man.

This dealer is like

serious folks.

You f*** with him

and he gets difficult,

even with a woman.

Whoa. Whoa.

Back up a second.

A female cop

is ripping off

drug dealers?

She a sister, too.

This cop

have a name?

Yeah. Falls.

Brant. It's Stokes.

Listen, I need your help.

I think she's inside.

You crashed

a party, man.

"You crashed

a party?" You

f***ing-- Get him out!

Come here.

Do you like me?

If you like me--

Look at this sh*t.

If you like me,

you can throw me a party.

What are you doing?

I don't wanna go!

Go back.

He's gonna kill me!

He's gonna kill me!

No! He's gonna kill me!

No!

He's gonna kill me!

What are these?

Thanks. Theyll

bring you down.

The shower did that.

Just take 'em, Falls.

I'm messed up,

aren't l?

Even when I was

working undercover...

I was a cop

pretending to be a junkie.

But really, I'm just a junkie

playing at being a cop.

He's gonna get away

with it, isn't he?

If we can't protect our own,

what good are we, Brant?

What good are we?

A lot

of press waiting?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

There's quiet a crowd

gathered outside the front.

But we can leave

through a different

exit, if you prefer.

F*** no!

I hope it's all there.

Is something

on your mind, Barry?

Well, I guess I'll

see you another day.

I can't wait.

Don't worry. We're

having him tailed

around the clock.

Keep him

out of trouble.

We're in position now.

He's going into his flat.

Is Brant still here?

No. No, he left.

It's Roberts' funeral

this afternoon.

Every cop in the Southeast

is gonna be there.

Except you.

In company with Christ

who died and now lives...

may the rejoicing

in Your Kingdom...

where all our tears

are wiped away...

unite us together again

in one family...

to sing Your praise

forever and ever.

Amen.

Eternal rest grant

unto him, Oh, Lord...

and let perpetual light

shine upon him.

Into Your hand,

Father of Mercy...

we commend our brother

in sure and certain hope...

that together, all who

have died in Christ...

will live with Him one day.

In nomine Patris,

Filii et Spiritu

Sancti. Amen.

Beloved Bruce Roberts,

we give your body

to the earth.

Earth Mother,

Root Mother...

Father of soil.

We give You this body

of our beloved Bruce Roberts.

His eyes will never

greet us again.

Return to earth.

We will not kiss these lops.

Return to earth.

What he has been is gone.

What he is now

has passed the gate...

leaving his body

to become soil.

This flesh

to nurture flowers...

these bones

to be roots of trees.

Come on.

Yeah, what's the latest?

Weiss hasn't left

his flat all day.

F***.

Brant! Turn around,

you f***er!

I wanna see your face

as your head explodes.

Ugh. Agh.

What? You think

you fooled me?

No chance. I was

just playing along.

Ugh!

Ugh!

Come on, Barry.

What are you

gonna do?

Huh? Call

the cops?

You stupid f***ing pig.

Wait till the papers

get a load of this, hey.

I'm gonna sue you.

And you.

And all of you

f***ing pig c*nts.

I'm gonna make

f***ing millions.

You f***ing--

Brant?

You f***.

You can't kill me.

I'm The Blitz.

Are you talking

about that cop killer?

That can't be you, Barry.

We tried to convict you

but you were innocent.

The only thing we do know

is he was partial to

people in uniform...

just like the one

you're wearing.

And he used a weapon

just like this one.

F***ing lucky

he didn't shoot

me in the head.

Something tells me

this one's gonna

remain unsolved.

You're not supposed

to smoke in here.

What you gonna do?

Shoot me?

I'm just leaving

the office now, darling.

Yeah, I'll be back at 7:00.

I love you too, Amanda. Yeah.

There he is.

There's Brecky.

F***.

Bon apptit.

Get out! Get away!

When Dreams Come True

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