Break Night Page #4

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I shake the change outta

their pockets for what?

A f***in' grand,

maybe two a month?

Narc man, that's where

the real money is.

Major case, too.

Do you guys always do this?

What?

Talk about this stuff

in front of people?

You're not people

sweetheart, you're furniture.

You're f***ing scenery.

F*** you.

You smell like the bathroom

floor of a f***ing strip club.

Hey, have you ever came

across this guy in Narc,

Jimmy Hill?

Hm.

I'm gonna have to

bail on you, Vic,

I got a f***ing another parolee

I gotta take a couple laps

around the f***ing bowl with.

Yeah.

No problem.

I'm gonna help Gidget

here with her homework.

Oh sh*t!

What?

[Val] That's him!

[voices speaking on dispatch]

F***.

[door thudding]

[car engine roaring]

You back to work yet?

What'd you say?

You know, I used to ride

my first patrol in

this neighborhood.

Basic patrol zone.

22nd Street all the

way over to Guerrero.

That place right over

there across the street

used to be a little dive bar,

I swear we used to have that

paddy wagon parked out in front

three nights a week.

You're Jimmy Hill, yeah?

Who's asking?

[gentle music]

Knew I'd find you here.

Most cons, first thing they

do when they taste freedom,

they track down the

trim they were sniffing

before they went inside.

So how was it, Jimmy?

A few laps on the old lady

make you feel like a new man?

[chuckling]

Jack Burbank.

Bureau of Probation

and Field Services.

At least that's what it

says on the card, anyway.

I ain't supposed to be in

your office til tomorrow, Jack.

So what do you want from me?

Hey, hey, hey.

You gotta relax, Jimmy,

you're a free man.

You're all tensed up.

You're still staring down

the brothers in C block.

Your jacket.

Thing's thicker than my dick.

You got B&E, assault,

armed robbery,

and my personal

favorite, 2911-31,

unlawful entry of

a safe or vault.

Ironwood, Statesville.

It also says here

that you're getting

your parole transferred

down to San Diego County,

parole Sergeant John Hagen,

effective in two weeks.

Yeah?

Yeah, what about it?

What's that gonna cost you?

What are you talking about?

Your guy, Hagen.

A thou, maybe two?

He lets you cross the border,

puts you in that log book of

his til your probation's up.

Hey man, more power to ya.

But this is a crazy f***ing

world we live in, Jimmy.

Lot of sh*t can happen

between now and then.

You know, you still owe two

years on your last stretch.

Who's to say you don't do

something f***ing stupid

and get your ass bounced

back up to Ironwood

before you even get your

god damn bags packed?

So be honest, Jimmy.

When you hear those little

tumblers start to click,

clutch driver wheel kicks in,

rotary combination

starts spinning.

Still gives you

half a chub, right?

I don't know what

you heard, Jack,

but I'm rehabilitated.

Self help seminars, pottery

class, all that bullshit.

Yeah, yeah.

Save the scared straight bit

for the parole board next

time you're in there.

There's three things you can

count on in this life, kid.

Sky's blue, sun

sets in the west,

and lifers like Jimmy

Hill violate their parole.

It ain't an if thing,

it's a when thing.

Well, when you get to the part

where I'm supposed to

start giving a f***,

why don't you give

me a call, Jack.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Listen.

Whoa.

Who the f*** do

you think you are?

You're not a citizen anymore,

you're a f***ing convict

and a lot of sh*t can

happen to a f***ing convict.

Like your P.O. says that you

took a shot at him, alright?

Somebody finds a dime

bag in your pocket.

A lot of sh*t.

So the f***ing point, Jimmy,

my f***ing point

[thudding]

is if you wanna Shawshank

it down to f***ing Mexico,

you gotta buy your way there.

And so far I ain't

seen a f***ing dime.

How much?

I'm not a greedy man.

10,000.

10,000?

That oughta do it.

- 10,000.

- 10,000 bucks?

10 strong or I violate

your f***ing parole.

You're a smart kid.

10,000 oughta be

a piece of cake.

[door thudding]

Hey, Jimmy.

Yeah.

Smile.

Today is the first day

of the rest of your life.

[car engine roaring]

[phone ringing]

[Lloyd] I know you're there.

I can hear you breathing.

Sounds like like maybe three

hours off your last fix,

gettin' that tremble

in your breath.

What do you want, Lloyd?

[Lloyd] That any

way to talk to me?

Maybe I oughta come over,

talk about ways we can keep

a civil tongue in your head.

I'm sorry.

[Lloyd] See?

All better.

[gentle music]

I heard he's out.

Yeah.

[Lloyd] He come see you?

Baby love riding that smack

Won't be long til

she's on her back

Don't.

Got no place to

run no place to hide

All she wanna do is kick

But she dead inside

[chuckling]

Leave me alone.

[phone beeping]

[rumbling]

[muffled speaking]

[door clattering]

We're out of yogurt.

[clattering]

You gonna make me say it?

[scoffing]

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna make you say it.

Fine, call Lloyd

if you want to.

Yeah, maybe we should.

He hasn't paid

you up in a while.

It's a b*tch living in somebody

else's pocket, ain't it?

Please.

[exhaling]

The magic word.

[lighter igniting]

[buzzing]

[rumbling]

[distant voices speaking]

[thudding]

[peaceful music]

Jimmy Hill here to see Nesto.

[thudding]

All right, legs.

[upbeat rap music]

[Nesto] Pete tells me

you did the whole school

of the seven bells thing.

Is that true?

[Jimmy] Yeah, back

when I was a kid.

God damn.

I never met anybody

who actually did that.

I mean I heard about it.

I knew a guy who knew

a guy who knew a guy.

Half figured it was,

how do you call it,

an urban legend or

something like that.

Instructor fits a

mannequin with a bell

on all seven places on a body

a pickpocket can make

a successful lift.

Once you make all seven

lifts without ringing a bell,

you graduate.

God damn natural born criminal.

[machine whirring]

[footsteps echoing]

[clattering]

Get your f***ing ass up!

[footsteps echoing]

[upbeat rap music]

He used to work the book

for a guy named Wells.

Wells bought it, now

his ass belongs to me.

Said he had a guy left him

holding the bag on 11 grand.

Motherf***er hands me a book

with 11 gs missing in it.

Can you believe that sh*t?

Hey!

[clattering]

Cheer up Carnal.

You still got 23 miles to go.

[chuckling]

Looks like the crew's changed.

You graduated from

Mexicans to legit muscle.

You been inside a long time.

A lot of sh*t's changed.

Yeah, or just the view.

Cops?

Pete was.

LAPD.

20 years, retired.

Rampart.

Hollenbeck before that.

You ever heard of

a bait dog, Jimmy?

A bait dog?

Yeah.

Let's say a guy was to

put two dogs into a ring,

you're looking at 100,

120 people in the crowd.

So before they let a new dog

in you toss in a bait dog,

maybe an undersized

German Shepard,

see how fast the pit

bull tears him apart.

The dog's good enough,

he goes into the ring.

Same thing with people, Jimmy.

You gotta make sure they

still got a fastball.

[thudding]

Solid steel door,

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