Break Night Page #6

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in time for American Idol.

Look at that face.

They are gonna love him upstate.

You're gonna be more popular

than Salisbury steak Wednesdays.

You're gonna be

pulling so many trains

they're gonna be calling you

the little engine that could.

F*** sake, Joey, we

caught you walking around

with three ounces

in your pocket!

We walk up, you f***ing

offered to sell it to us.

We got you, man.

You are caught.

How about seafood?

- I think I can.

- Seafood.

- I think I can.

- Seafood, seriously.

- Everyone loves seafood.

- I think I can.

I think I can.

Okay, I can get you lobster.

I can get you some big ass

Dungeness crabs and sh*t.

How old are you, Joey?

I'm 19.

I'm 18.

19, 19.

A little advice, kid.

Get a day job.

Crime, it ain't your thing.

Look.

If I got something,

like for real something,

like legit intel,

you think you can get

- me to walk?

- Intel?

Jesus Christ, Joey,

turn off the f***ing TV.

I'm serious.

Like for real sh*t, okay?

You think you could get

me a walk on the drugs?

Depends on what you got.

Okay.

Okay, so, there's

this guy right?

Oh, get him outta here.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Draymond, Draymond, Draymond!

Stevens!

Draymond Stevens.

He used to chop cars with

his crew back in the day

who was in tight with this,

his name was Nesto, Nesto...

Diaz?

Nesto Diaz.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You heard of him?

Yeah.

As indicated by my saying

his last name, dipshit.

Keep going.

Right, sorry, anyway.

I seen Draymond,

it must have been

like three hours before

you guys picked me up

and he's going on and on about

how he's looking for work

and he might have something soon

off Nesto using

this guy Jimmy Hill

to get into a safe or something.

Right?

Like it's a bunch of money or

- dope or something.

- Whoa, wait a minute.

Back up, back up.

Who's that, what's

that name again?

Who?

The guy.

The one that Nesto's using.

Jimmy Hill?

Yeah, I think that's it.

Take a walk.

Are you sure about this?

You're not jerking me around?

Swear, yeah.

[metal clanging]

Come on.

Come on.

We're going for a ride.

[car engine roaring]

Oh, Jesus,

you're not gonna do anything

weird to me are you?

Oh, shut the f*** up.

What are you doing?

Shut the f*** up.

[Joey] What are you doing?

[door thudding]

Nah, man, I'm not into.

- I'm not into it!

- Wait in here!

What are you doing?

- No!

- Get over here!

No!

[metal clattering]

What's this?

Yeah you're right,

why don't I just let you

sit here while I'm gone.

I'll leave the window down.

Want me to leave you the keys

so you can listen to the radio?

Just sit there and be

quiet til I get back.

Hey, come on, man!

I gotta take a piss!

[footsteps echoing]

[door slamming]

[beeping]

[clattering]

[bouncy music]

[clattering]

I like that song.

Kinda funereal.

Kinda makes you think.

Put the phone down.

Put your hands up.

Take two steps from the counter.

Come out where I can see you.

Open your coat.

Both sides.

Then turn around.

Toss it over there.

Nice and easy.

[thudding]

Lift your pants legs up.

[clothes rustling]

Come over and sit down.

Go on.

Ain't like me to stop a

man from having a drink.

You left those boys

over in Koreatown

hanging for 55 grand

for half a year.

They don't give a sh*t

about you being a cop.

They put paper out on you.

Who are you?

List of sh*t you should be

concerned about right now,

that's at the bottom.

I'm a cop.

I told you, they

don't give a sh*t.

I can help you.

[Gates] I look

like I need help?

That's not what I mean.

Can't trust cops.

Guys who do what I do,

you know where the f*** I stand.

There's integrity to that.

Cops man.

You guys operate

on a sliding scale.

I can't predict that

i.e. I can't trust it.

You can't just kill a cop.

That's a world of sh*t, pal.

Maybe you ain't thought of that.

We're talking

consequences now?

Maybe.

[chuckling]

You guys.

You think you're

so bullet proof.

There's cops and then

everybody else, right?

Nobody can touch you.

Motherf***er, you are

looking consequences

right in the eyes.

Go on.

Finish your drink.

Then I get to go to work.

[bouncy music]

[train whistle blowing]

[metal clattering]

[groaning]

[gunshot]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[door thudding]

What the f***?

[footsteps echoing]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[train whistle blowing]

[heavy breathing]

[thudding]

[door thudding]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[car engine roaring]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[groaning]

[door creaking]

[bouncy music]

[shuffling]

[clattering]

Hey, yeah, yeah.

Is this Jack Burbank?

Yeah, yeah.

This is the guy

you arrested today.

The shop in the

Mission, remember?

Yeah, look, it doesn't

matter how I got it, okay?

I got information for you.

Yeah.

Yeah and I wanna

get paid for it.

[bouncy music]

[Jimmy] Hey, Don,

it's Jimmy Hill.

[Don] Hey, Jimmy.

You sound like a

free man, amigo,

I don't hear none of those hacks

breathing on the

other end of the line.

When did you get out?

Yesterday.

Hey, so what's the plan,

you gonna make it

down here or what?

Got a sweet little

deal down here.

200 bucks a spin, a little

something for you on the side.

It's decent money.

Yeah, I'm leaving

in the morning.

Just got a couple of things

I gotta take care of.

Plus my P.O.'s lookin'

to put the bite on me.

[Don] Jesus.

Hey, listen Don, I gotta go.

I'll see you when I get

down there, all right?

[Don] Yeah, man, cool.

See ya when I see ya.

All right.

Hey.

Get your things ready.

We're leaving in the morning.

Yeah.

Goodbye.

[bouncy music]

[metal jingling]

[sighing]

[car honking]

[car engine roaring]

[Lloyd] This is

the place, right?

You're sure of it?

Yeah.

This is it.

See?

Mission Liquors.

19th and Sanchez.

How the f*** do you

get 19th and Sanchez?

Who the f*** wrote this?

My cousin.

The one up from

Lynwood, you know.

Said he's been keeping

an eye on this place

for like two weeks.

There's like two other

Mission Liquors around here.

I just wanna be sure.

Nah, man, this is the one.

See they got that check

cashing sign out front.

Thursday's when most

places around here

handing out paychecks.

My cousin says they get

like 100 people a day

looking to come and cash out.

Figure they gotta have

a lot of cash on hand

to cover everybody.

Yeah, well if it's

so f***ing great

why ain't he the

one sitting here?

He's trying to find Jesus.

Says there's not enough

room in his heart

for Jesus and a

liquor store holdup.

Hey.

Did you see the under card fight

at the Cow Palace last night?

F***ing Klay Comden.

[Lloyd] No sh*t.

Must've put on like 70 pounds.

And just stands there,

lets some wannabe

light heavyweight

try to chop his ass

down for 10 rounds,

collects his check,

and goes on home.

I had him after

the Ruiz fight.

Like 2010 I think?

Remember that

crazy little spick?

Tried to work everybody inside,

never kept his gloves up?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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