Brooklyn's Finest Page #9

- I'm done here.

- So Red gets a pass?

- That it? Red gets a f***ing pass?!

- Okay okay! Calm...

- just calm down.

- Congratulations.

You managed to come all the way up here

and not do one damn bit of police work!

I'm doing police work,

but that doesn't mean I go back

in the jungle and clean up monkey sh*t.

Hey! No!

- Hey!

- Motherf***er.

Get your f***ing hands off of me.

- Easy!

- That's enough! That's enough!

Stop. I got it.

Hey! All right!

Hey, you are...

you are off undercover immediately!

Now you go see

the psych doctor for two weeks.

And you might've... you might've

f***ed yourself out of detective.

No he didn't.

I should've made

this motherf***er sergeant.

Jesus Christ.

Are you finished

with your self-righteous bullshit, man?

You're nobody's victim.

You wanted undercover,

you pushed to make grade

and you got it!

Do you understand?

You made it. You got it.

You got it.

You got what you asked for.

Take your life back.

Take your life back.

Take my f***ing life back?

Huh? Take my f***ing life back?

Yeah.

Don't stop. Yeah.

- You like that sh*t, baby?

- Yeah.

- Feels good, baby?

- Yeah, it feels so good.

- Yeah, you like it deep.

- Yeah.

- You like it deep?

- Yeah. Oh.

Oh, that's my papa.

Oh, yeah.

Make it feel good.

Eddie, I'm in here.

Hey.

Hey, Papa.

Sorry you had to see that.

It's all right.

No judgments here.

It's your fault.

You know you came kind of early.

You're right.

Hi.

Are you all right?

What you doing?

I got you something.

Wow.

Expensive, huh?

You see how much money

you pay me?

What's that say?

"We've got nothing but time,

but time won't give us time."

You know,

that's an old Boy George song.

You probably don't know it, right?

it reminds me of you.

Come with me.

Come on.

To Connecticut?

Connecticut, anywhere.

It doesn't matter to me.

I don't care.

I just want to be with you.

Eddie, I... I, uh...

you don't know what you want.

I don't know how to be,

you know,

what you want me to be.

What you are is fine with me.

Better than fine.

#Come with me #

#My love #

#To the sea #

#The sea of love #

#I wanna tell you... #

Eddie, leave.

#How much I... #

Go.

#How much I... #

- Look at me.

- No, get the f*** out.

Okay.

Thanks for the watch.

All right, listen up.

I just got the call.

The operation's scrubbed.

- Oh!

- Since you're on the clock anyway,

why don't you get some buy money,

do some B&Bs on Pittman?

- Svaldi?

- Yes, sir.

- My office first thing tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

- C-Rayz, you down?

- Hey, Ronny, gonna hit the titty bar.

- You wanna go?

- No, later.

C-Rayz, let's go, babe.

No, sir.

I'm going home to see my lady.

Peace, man.

Sal.

Sal, your phone.

Hello.

Hey, Angie,

it's Ronny.

I don't know.

He just stepped out.

He left his cell behind.

Uh-huh.

To tell you the truth, Angie, I don't know

what's been going on with him lately.

Angie, let me call you back

later on, all right?

Yeah, don't worry.

I've got it covered. All right, bye.

Huh? What the f***?

Are you following me? Huh?

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Are you following me?

- Yeah, I'm following you.

- You Internal Affairs now?

- Are you IA?

- IA?

Are you IA?!

What, are you wired?

- Let's see this.

- Check. Go ahead.

- You wanna have a look, have a look.

- Don't f*** with me right now.

- Don't f*** with me.

- I know what you wanna do.

- I'm telling you do not f*** with me.

- You think this is gonna help?

You're gonna make it worse.

You're ready to risk your life over money?

- Over drug money?

- Get off your high horse.

What do you know about it?

You don't have any f***ing kids!

I would do anything for mine!

- Do not f*** with me, Ronny!

- Would you do any...

would you f***ing do anything, Sal?

Would you f***ing do anything?

You're f***ing blind to all you've got!

Go home.

Look at me, Sal. Look at me.

Go home, kiss Angie good night,

kiss your kids good night,

get some f***ing sleep

and thank God for all you've got.

I'm f***ed...

I'm f***ed... I'm f***ed up.

Ronny, I'm all f***ed up.

Oh, f***.

You're right. I...

I can't go home.

You know what?

I let 'em...

- I let 'em down, Ronny. I can't...

- No, you didn't let 'em...

- no, you didn't let 'em down.

- The f*** I didn't. I know I did.

- You didn't let 'em down.

- F***. You know too much.

You know that?

You are a f***ing piece of work.

You'd do the same for me.

Let's go to Dillon's, grab a beer,

watch the end of the ballgame.

You wanna do that?

- Go to Dillon's?

- Yeah.

All right. Oh, boy.

All right.

- I'll follow you, all right?

- Here's your phone.

Angie called.

You know, she's worried.

We're all worried, man.

You know, we love you.

I know. I know.

Sal!

F***!

Sal. Sal! Sal! Sal!

Sal!

F***.

My man.

Red and them up there?

Yeah yeah yeah,

they up there, Tang.

Yo, Tang man.

Y'all heard about that sh*t

that happened to Caz?

That sh*t f***ed up, Tang.

For real, man.

What the f***?

What the f*** is this?

I'll see you.

Yo, don't forget my gummi bears.

I like the red ones.

Yeah, a nice f***ing new one.

St. Michael,

defend us in battle.

Be our safeguard

against the wickedness

and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him,

we humbly pray;

But do Thou,

O Prince of the heavenly host

by the power of God,

cast into hell

Satan and all the evil spirits

who prowl this earth

seeking the ruin of our souls.

Am... am...

Oh f*** it.

Damn, man.

Brand new f***ing shits

and gotta step

in their piss and all that.

- That's nasty, man.

- That's what I mean.

Either you coming

to somebody's crib or you just left it.

Why niggas gotta piss in the hallway?

You know why?

'Cause they savages. That's why.

Straight savages, man.

- Oh sh*t!

- Ah!

Tango man, I ain't got...

I ain't got no animosity with you.

You know my pedigree.

F***er.

Oh sh*t.

Shh.

B*tches.

#Where's my f***ing money?

You know what I'm saying #

- # Better have my bread, nigga... #

- What the f***?

#I ain't playing,

where's my f***ing money? #

#Mark every word spoken,

ready to sell your p*ssy #

#If you think I'm joking, motherf***er,

where's my f***ing money? #

#Think I still ain't crazy

'cause I cut my dread? #

#And if you short my cake,

I'm off side of your head #

#B*tch, where's my f***ing money?

Money money money #

#Money money, b*tch,

where's my f***ing money? #

#Borderline, call it crime,

all the shine, I'm taking it #

#Ain't no mistaking it,

nigga, what's yours is mine #

# No need to second-guess it... #

#Check I'm the gloss and grind #

#The gritty and the floss,

the profit and the loss all intertwined #

#Because I profit from your losses,

you don't want it, you should get it #

#In the hood with your money,

I extended my line of credit... #

# The medic Dr. Rhymes will put you #

#On a diuretic,

shrinkin up a nigga's pockets #

#Simple nigga style... pathetic,

Busta Rhymes hitting you #

#With punchlines,

funny how I f*** dimes #

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