Clint, 'The Rookie' & Me Page #3

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Hey, kid.

You tell your daddy next time

he needs a babysitter...

...tell him to check the yellow pages.

It's a lot cheaper.

Does he know he's not supposed

to smoke cigars in my house? David!

- Cigars are disgusting.

- I know. I know.

I guess we should get a cab, huh?

I see you're as adept at breaking into

houses as you are into cars, Morales.

You know me. I like to keep sharp.

- You want to talk about something?

- It's over, Morales. You're over.

What are you talking about?

I have no patience for any more sh*t.

That cop was learning

too much too quickly.

You rely too much on a nonexistent

racial solidarity, Morales.

Just a few ounces of the good stuff...

...and your friend Little Felix

was singing to me...

...like a canary

with his eyes plucked out.

No way.

I'm going to have to leave the country

if I ever want a breath of air.

Between the cops

and those f***ing Italians.

You've caused me a lot of trouble.

Come on, Strom.

How can you believe a guy like Felix?

Look, I gotta go.

Come on.

You took me for a ride.

Now it's your turn.

Ciao.

The body is unidentified, Nick.

From the description, it sounds like...

...the bird you had nesting

in the chop-shop operation.

That him, Nick?

Absolutely not. That ain't him.

Your plastic's not gonna help you now,

you lousy little f***.

We could get in a lot of hot water

for this.

Relax, kid. Take your mind off my work.

Think about that little squeeze you had

at your daddy's bash the other night.

Just shut up about her, all right?

Why don't we just get a court order.

They wouldn't give us one.

This ain't our case, remember?

Then why the hell are we here?

We both recognized Morales' body

at the junkyard.

- You f***ing lied to Garcia.

- I didn't lie to him.

- I just didn't tell him the truth.

- Oh, Christ. Don't patronize me.

Think I like dragging around after you

all day? I f***ing hate it.

And I hate the way you drive,

and I hate your stinking whiskey breath.

Well, I hate your uptight,

regulation-spouting, Boy Scout horseshit.

And I hate the little f***ing creases

in your pants.

And I hate these f***ing doughnuts.

These little ones

with the pinky sh*t on top.

Nobody eats that sh*t.

- Who the hell asked you anyways, huh?

- Shut up! I got him.

- Why do you want this guy so badly?

- He killed my partner.

I know about that,

but I'm not buying it.

There's gotta be something else.

Listen, kid.

All my life, I've been in a race...

...whether it was on the circuit

or the force.

I always seem to come up smalltime.

Except all of a sudden now...

...this guy Strom falls right in my lap

out of sheer luck.

Me and Powell, we make him as king...

...of the biggest chop-shop

operation in the Southland.

I'm wearing him down. Do you hear me?

He's running on reserve.

In fact, his engine's gonna blow...

...and I ain't gonna lose this one.

You can either stand out of my way or

you can be my partner and back me up.

Goddamn this son of a b*tch.

F*** this sh*t.

That's got it.

Wake up, kid.

We just hit the jackpot.

Good to see you, Mr. Strom.

We really missed you.

Good luck on the tables tonight.

I stopped believing in luck

a long time ago.

Mr. Strom.

Now listen carefully, paesan.

I am broke, desperate and very pissed.

I know you stupid wops

keep over $2 million in there.

You know the combination.

Everybody, come on out.

All right. Up against the wall,

all of you. Come on.

How did you know?

That's what happens when you live

with a bug up your ass.

You did good, Alphonse.

Now get out of here.

Hold it right there.

That's far enough.

Shoot her.

Shoot her now.

Freeze.

Amateur.

Get the money.

- Ciao, pig.

- There's nothing in here.

What are we gonna do?

Lmprovise.

If you want him to die, shoot now.

There's already one dead cop

downstairs. Don't make it two.

Hold your fire.

Don't shoot.

We can't let you out of here.

You know that.

Of course. In five seconds,

I'm pulling the trigger.

Five.

Four.

Three.

- Two.

- Hold your fire.

Let them out of the building.

Now listen to me.

This pig has cheated me

out of $2 million in cash.

That's exactly what you will

have for me in 24 hours...

...if you ever want to

see him alive again.

Two million bucks?

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

That's not pertinent, is it?

I'm taking this car out of here.

I'm going to be flipping

through all your frequencies.

If I hear one static peep

about following us, the pig dies.

Yeah, I hear you. How can we

be sure you won't kill him anyway?

You can't, can you?

Nick, goddamn it all to hell.

- Freeze.

- Hold it.

Hold it!

What do you mean, no money?

I mean the commissioner

and the mayor...

...decided not to set

a precedent inviting...

...every maniac in this city

to kidnap somebody.

Whatever the hell we do, we're gonna

have to do it without $2 million.

- They'll kill him, goddamn it.

- Then they'll kill him.

He was gonna squeeze that trigger.

I saw it in his eyes.

They found the squad car ditched in East

L.A., captain. Bad guys are long gone.

You took it in the back, didn't you?

They're not putting up the money.

Take a vacation.

Whatever happens...

...I don't want to see your face

for at least two weeks.

Jump, Joey, jump.

Jump. Jump.

Help me!

David, please. Help.

David.

David? David?

What happened to you?

What's going on?

It's time for me to stop being scared.

And for other people to start.

I don't like this.

Well, nobody asked you to.

Just make sure you're there.

Take her down to the shop, Cruz.

Well, cop...

...you wanted me so badly, now you get

to spend your last few hours with me.

Well, that makes me feel warm all over.

You know, I'm curious about one thing.

Why would a dumb Polack like you think

he could outsmart someone like me?

It's just that the arrogant f***ing Kraut

like you is in the firing line. That's...

Liesl.

That's no way to treat $2 million

worth of merchandise.

Okay, Mr. Strom.

This place is completely rigged.

Now, this little device

just works by sound.

Punch in the sequence

anywhere from within 200 yards...

...enter it, and ba-boom,

she's sky-high.

Well, it looks like I wasn't the one who

needed the longer legs, huh, Pulovski?

I'm going to have to leave this place

real soon, thanks to you.

But when I go...

...I go with a bang.

I'm looking for Loco Martinez.

Why don't you run on home, or you'll

get hurt worse than before, f*ggot.

Sh*t!

Come on!

Who's next, huh?

You want a piece of me? Come on!

Come on, motherfuckers!

Come on!

Come on, motherfuckers!

Play f***ing games?

- Come on! Come on!

- No!

Come on!

You gonna f*** with me?

Let's have a drink!

You f***ers thirsty, huh?

Have a drink!

Come on! Come on, motherfuckers!

Come on!

Let's get hot.

You can't do this, man!

You're a cop! You're a f***ing cop!

That's right. Tell me where I can find

Loco or I'll blow your brains out...

...and leave you here to burn.

- I don't know where Loco runs, man.

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