Cold Blooded

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Man 1:
Split up!

What are you doing??

Just keepin' them safe, man.

That's f***ing crazy!

Come on, let's go!

Will you keep your

voice down, goddamnit...

Look, Holland said

split up...

I'll be at his place tomorrow.

We're going together,

with the f***ing diamonds!

Police Officer:

Freeze!

...in pursuit of two suspects

...down Dundad Street...

- -I need back-up now!

F***...

Gimme the gun...

F*** me...

Give me the gun!

F*** me.

Look at me...

Look at me, goddamnit!

Gimme the gun!

Let me do this for the team.

Buckmire?

Buckmire!

Got him!

We're good, Buckmire.

Cuff him.

Officer Jane.

43rd Division.

You the night shift?

But, I've never been

up here before.

Overflow.

No more beds.

The only space left in the

hospital is this old unit.

It's all the way down

at the back, too.

Just keep walkin'.

You're all by

yourself in there.

Not really.

You like nights?

Sure.

Bullshit.

I can't complain.

Sure you can.

It's good to complain.

Keeps you human.

Have a good night.

Gary.

Wake up.

Hm...

What'sat?

Sorry. Time to go.

Shift change.

shift change.

Ah, f***...

Finally.

How are you supposed

to stay awake around here

without a TV and some DVDs?

Huh? They oughtta

have that back here.

Yeah, they should.

Okay...

I'm gone.

Okay.

Night.

Yeah,

like it was totally normal...

Casual shut-eye

before the shift ends,

no big deal.

I know, I know...

I'm not gonna

snitch him out...

It's just I've got one

scumbag in a coma

and then my guy's

asleep at the wheel.

It's like, what am I?

The only person here

who gives a sh*t?

It's not exactly

what I had in mind

when I signed up.

No, you're right.

It's not a big deal,

I just hate how

it's assumed that I'll be ok

with things like this.

Sometimes I wonder

if I'm actually cut out for it.

The job...

No...

I knew what I was getting

into but I thought

we were supposed

to be the good guys.

Now I'm not sure what's

allowed and what isn't.

How 'bout personal phone calls?

Those allowed?

I gotta go...

I love you...

Would you send

a doctor down here please?

I'd like to get him

down to 4rd Division

so we can arraign him

in the morning.

If he's good to go?

Squeeze my hands...

So, I'll need you

to sign a release form.

You do realize in this situation

I actually have the authority?

Yes, of course.

Then you listen to me.

This man's been unconscious

for thirty-six hours,

Sinus fractures,

nasal fractures,

possible

temporal hemorrhaging...

Two fractured ribs.

You can't move him yet.

I understand...

I'll check on him

in a few hours.

A few hours, is that

three or two hours...

A few hours.

SIGH:

What a c*nt...

Hey...

I'm Eddie.

Nice to meet you.

Ow...

You a hoops fan?

Yeah, I don't blame you.

I lose more money to those

a**holes than you wanna know.

Anything you say can be used

against you as evidence.

Oh, yeah?

Well, if there's some new law

against being a basketball fan

in Toronto, you're

gonna have to lock up

like... almost

five-hundred people.

Tell me, are they still trying

out that new run on offense?

Yep...

Forward can't do it,

he's wheezing up

and down the court.

Why the hell does he fall in

line with those bullshit plays?

Guy's a star, he should be

doing what he wants,

not kissing the coach's ass.

Can't have wins

without team work.

Oh, yeah, you're a fan.

Well, I work the games,

you pick it up.

Yeah? That why

you became a cop?

Free games?

Yeah.

Come on, we're gonna

be here all night.

Might as well pass the time.

Why'd you become a cop?

Why do you steal diamonds?

Eh, what else is there to do?

Right.

I'll tell you what,

you come in here

and talk to me,

I'll tell you why

I steal diamonds.

So...

Let's hear it.

I just like to be my own boss.

Oh...

No, really, what am I doing?

Take some shiny

rocks from one guy

I sell them to another guy.

If those two guys think

those rocks have value

well, that's their problem.

Nobody gets hurt.

Nobody gets hurt, huh?

No, man, I don't even

hurt anybody's feelings.

I'm the least of

the criminals out there.

You've any idea how f***ed up

the diamond trade is?

Well, I've read some things.

Guys getting their arms

chopped off in Africa.

Right, yet somehow

I'm the bad guy.

Oh, yeah...

Life is so unfair.

Do I seem like

a bad guy to you?

I don't make the rules.

No, nah...

They say jump,

you say how high.

That's the job.

They say flap your arms

and cluck like a chicken,

you start flapping?

Okay, chicken, your turn.

Only two types of people

want to be cops, so...

Either you're a bully,

or you're painfully naive.

"I just want

to help people."

I told you.

Free basketball tickets.

You know, we're not

so different, you and me.

Well, except that you break

the law and I enforce it.

Yeah, that's not

really the point.

You remember that old cartoon,

the sheepdog and the wolf?

They punch in, the wolf

spends all day trying

to get the sheep,

sheepdog spends

all day f***ing with the wolf?

Sure.

That's us.

You and me.

Cops and robbers.

End of the day, they punch out

they walk home together.

Just doing their job.

I'll remember that

the next time

I arrest a guy

for raping his daughter.

Now, come on, that's

a whole other thing...

A completely

different cartoon...

That's, that's like...

Japanese cartoon.

Huh...

Seriously...

You and I me, we meet

on the street? Off-duty?

I bet we have some laughs.

I don't know...

I don't tend to find the humor

in killing my partner.

I never killed anybody.

That's not what

Buckmire's report said.

The cop who knocked me?

He ran around the corner,

saw you standing

over the kid's body

with a gun in your hand.

You tried to escape.

He subdued you.

No! No, that's bullshit.

I don't even carry a gun!

You go, you tell

somebody that...

You write that sh*t down!

Oh, f***...

Did they put that on the news?

Yeah.

Dead kid, half a million dollars

in missing diamonds...

That's news.

F***in' hell.

Well, if you didn't

kill him, who did?

Ugh...

Look, I been unconscious

for a couple of days,

could I please get

a trip to the shitter?

I don't think so.

Come on, I really gotta go.

My gut is f***ing killin' me.

No funny business.

You can wait.

I can wait??

How much are constables

making these days?

Less than detectives.

Sixty-five?

Seventy?

That close?

You're close,

yeah...

I make that in three weeks.

How'd you like that, huh?

Make that kind

of money in a hurry...

Not like that.

Come on...

Maybe take some time off.

Push out some kiddies

with the husband.

Who said I was married?

What the hell is that then?

That to remind you to pick up

milk on the way home?

Maybe I don't want kids.

Alright, fine,

you don't want kids.

But I bet you want

your freedom. Hm?

Make your own choices,

do your own thing.

What if I made you an offer?

Three hundred fifty grand.

Five years salary.

How would we do it?

Alright...

You give me a phone,

I call a guy...

He'll come down here

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