Chains of Gold Page #5

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- Listen, it's me. It's scott.

- scott...

I'm coming back. I gotta get us some help.

- No, please.

- I will be back.

- Please don't leave me.

- I promise you, I will be back. OK?

Please. scott, don't leave. Come on.

Where you going?

Don't leave me in here. Please.

- scott, please.

- You gotta get me outta here.

Hey, man. We think you drowned.

Too much partying. Carlos get here yet?

- No, man.

- Let's go. I gotta go.

- Me think me better call.

- Don't bother.

He said if he wasrt here in an hour,

to go without him.

Better be safe than sorry.

If you call him, you'll piss him off.

Yeah, man. Where is Carlos?

Yeah, man. Heavy business.

Later, man.

The boss be doing business with his ladies.

We can forget about him.

(Phone)

Yeah. Hey, James, what's the news?

sure. They just left.

I'd be happy to do that foryou, man. Later.

Hold on.

- sir?

- Bueno.

Bad news, bro. scott's dirty.

'He just went into the police station.'

Just thought I'd let you know

Barnes is back with Palco.

What the hell is he doing here?

You almost f***ed up two years

of undercover work.

He's at the Madison House

and they'll kill him tonight.

They're killing kids every night

in every city in this country.

They'll go on killing

unless we cut off their suppliers.

- You understand?

- Bust them for kidnapping.

It's not to do with kidnapping.

It's to do with drugs!

You and your kid are jeopardising

an undercover operation

that has cost this department two officers.

I will not allow it.

Then I'm gonna have to go

and get him myself.

Go near Carlos, I'll bust you

for conspiracy to distribute narcotics.

You son of a b*tch. That's not true.

- Tell the judge.

- Ortega, listen to the...

Palco, you screw up this operation,

I'll screw up your retirement

before you know what happens.

sit back and let us do our job.

Get out of here, Barnes. Get out.

Go on.

Palco, you know,

you've been a f***-up

ever since I've known you.

The chief gives you a desk job

in Missing Persons and you still f*** up.

You are talking a bunch of bullshit.

Get out of the way, man.

Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie?

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Don't be dead.

Don't be dead.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

(Phone)

Bueno.

Who's this?

Who is this?

It's scott. Jackie's dead, Carlos.

Dead? What the f*** is going on?

- I don't know.

- OK, baby. Listen to me.

You hold tight. I'll be there in a few minutes.

He's at Jackie's.

(Phone)

This is sergeant Palco.

It's scott.

Don't say anything, just listen, OK?

I'm at 123 Bryant.

Jackie McVie was a lawyerfor YIP.

she's just been killed by Carlos' people...

and now he's on his way over.

I'll probably kill him.

'From that point on, it's up to you.'

And I am depending on you.

scott, don't do it. scott.

Let's go, big shot. Carlos wants to talk to you.

You got a problem with your ears?

Hey, man, I asked you a question.

Drop the guns.

- Relax, man. It's us.

- Drop the guns.

- Where's Carlos?

- He's at the Madison House.

You take me there.

The Madison House thing

cost my man Vincent his life.

I'll kill you.

shoot me? You ain't gonna shoot nobody.

Come on. Carlos wants you nice and healthy.

Well, you ain't nothing.

You ain't f***ing sh*t.

Ain't you ever heard of Kevlar, a**hole?

Hey! Hey!

Where you going?

Damn, Barnes. Where you going?

It's time to pay the piper.

Pull over, Barnes!

Get that motherf***er.

(sirens)

Now come on, cop. Tell me about it.

- I'm not a cop.

- Bullshit!

F***ing cop, man, thinks he can bust me.

F*** him. I ain't afraid of no cop!

still gotta find out what he knows.

Bobby.

Welcome to the Gator Bowl, baby.

It's almost time for kickoff.

Get it right orthis is where you'll die.

What agency are you with?

- I'm looking forthe kid.

- That's the same sh*t Jackie gave me.

- F*** him!

- He's telling the truth!

He was looking for me.

Boy, you know this dude?

- Yes.

- Who the f*** is he?

His name is scott Barnes. He's a social worker.

You really ain't nothing

but a f***ing social worker?

Yes.

You mean we killed Jackie,

we chased your ass all overtown,

we beat you and you're a social worker?

F***. This is crazy. The guy ain't nothing.

(Laughing) Man. I thought for sure

he was with the feds, man.

Goddamn.

(AII laughing)

Well, looks like we're gonna have

to get ourselves a new lawyer.

No, I'm sorry, man.

Look, I owe you an apology.

I thought you were trying to bust me, man.

If I'd have known,

I wouldn't have put you through all this.

I would have just killed you.

Let's get outta here.

Hey!

Take it easy. Please, don't shoot me.

- I'm a cop.

- You're a cop?

- Yes.

- You're a f***ing cop?

- I work for Lieutenant Ortega, Narcotics.

- Bullshit.

I'm Ortega's son.

You shut yourfucking mouth or I'll kill you.

You hear me? I'll kill you.

'You inside. This is the police.

'Come out with your hands up.'

- You gonna help me, or what?

- I ain't helping sh*t.

- You're not supposed to be here.

- F*** you!

Blue team, let's go! Move out!

(Police radio) 'Any units in the vicinity

of northwest 17th Avenue and Biscayne... '

scott! I thought you were dead.

I know.

Me, too, man.

F***.

Come on!

Get rid of them and meet me on the roof.

Got it.

You neverthe f*** learned, did you?

Hey!

Hey, Carlos! A**hole!

(Gun clicking)

I kill you, you son of a...

It's bad luck foryou, good guy.

This time, you're really gonna die.

You got no more bullets.

I'm waiting foryou, man.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have

to shoot the little kid instead.

Die, you motherf***er.

- scott, please help me outta here.

- Open it.

Come on. Quick.

Come on, boy. Come on.

(Loudspeaker)

'Move it to the back of the building.'

Let's go. Move it.

so you got yourself a sWAT team?

A little late. I could've used you

about six hours ago.

Better late than never.

- How'd you do it?

- I lied.

I told the Lieutenant his son was in danger.

- You didn't lie.

- What do you mean?

His son was in danger. I almost killed him.

- OK? Is he gonna be all right?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna need an ice pack.

You almost got my boy killed

and you f***ed up two years of very hard work.

I've got every legal right to bust your ass.

You're right. Why don't you

tell somebody who gives a sh*t?

Come on, Tom. Let's go.

scott, I'm going to come and see you.

I owe you a good cup of coffee.

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