Deep Cover Page #8

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I need a rescue ambulance!

Code three!

''C'' Street pier, San Pedro!

Officer down!

What in God's name

are you doing?

I'm a cop, David!

OK, you're all right.

You're not that bad.

I got you.

In the name of God...

Five hundred million dollars...

and no more n*gger.

Forget this

Judeo-Christian bullshit.

The same people

that taught us virtue...

are the very ones

who've enslaved us, baby.

Shh! I got you, partner.

We've had fun...

and I know your dick gets hard

for money...

power, and women.

It doesn't matter

that you're a cop.

Let's get in the van.

I can't.

Is this what's between us

and destiny?

Oh, God...

Is this what's standing

between us and greatness, huh?

You shouldn't have done that,

David.

But I did,

so let's get in the van.

But I did,

so get in the f***ing van!

Learn, John.

Wake up, my brother. Wake up.

There's not much time.

Wake up!

You...

have...

the right to remain silent.

You have...

the right to an attorney.

You're under arrest, David.

John, what's the--

What's the weirdest thing

you ever did sexually?

Nothing seems

that weird anymore, man.

We were almost there.

Sit down.

-So how you doing?

-Swell.

In about an hour,

you're going to be testifying...

in front of the subcommittee,

and I need a favor.

I just need you

to do a little soft-shoe...

make them feel good about how

their drug money is being spent.

What if I don't feel good

about it?

Can I show you something?

She never made the plane.

You son of a b*tch.

She is up on multiple counts...

of violating various

state and federal bank laws.

If you badmouth us...

I'll see that she gets convicted

on all of them...

and that the judge

runs the terms consecutively.

If you play ball, she walks.

What do I have to say exactly?

all you have to do is speak

highly of the operation...

and the DEA and all the agents

in it, particularly me.

I want it in writing.

I want it signed by you

and the prosecutor...

and my attorney approves

every single word.

Mr. Stevens, so what have

you actually accomplished...

with this vast expenditure

of time, money...

and violence?

Madam chairman...

my assignment was to bring down

Anton Gallegos...

the chief supplier of cocaine

to the West Coast.

I did that.

Mr. Stevens, whom do we have

to thank for all this?

Besides yourself, or course.

I had very little

to do with it.

The true credit

belongs to the agency...

in particular, my superior

officer Gerald Carver...

and his superiors.

They designed the operation...

they gave me the intelligence,

latitude...

and strategy to carry it out.

If it was not for Mr. Carver

and his superiors...

I would not have been able

to do what I did.

You consider the operation

a success?

Almost.

Tape.

What the hell's he doing?

What you're about to see

is a videotape...

of Hector Guzman,

a diplomat to this country...

a very powerful and important

Latin American politician...

and a friend of our president's.

You got a problem, Jerry.

-I don't know anything about it.

-Deal with it.

Here you can see him

meeting with drug dealers...

including myself...

late last month in Los Angeles.

For years,

Mr. Guzman has been a conduit...

for his nephew Anton Gallegos,

a major drug importer.

This is slanderous

and irresponsible.

I want that tape seized now!

I want that tape!

I'm sorry. Copies have already

been distributed to the press.

Let's go.

Let's have some order here!

Mr. Stevens, one question.

Mr. Guzman has been mentioned...

as a possible presidential

candidate for his own country.

Do you intend

for these revelations...

to damage his political career?

I don't know anything

about politics.

What are your motives?

please, let us through.

You motherf***er! We had a deal.

The deal was he wouldn't

criticize the agency...

and he didn't criticize

the agency, so back off.

Go get the car, Gopher.

You and Jason took

a hell of a lot of money...

out of that van

before you gave it to Guzman.

How much was that exactly?

Jerry, what's the difference...

between a black man

and a n*gger?

What?

The n*gger's the one...

that wouldn't even think

about telling you.

You all right?

Put it down.

Go walk with Betty.

We took eleven million

in drug profits...

out of the van.

The money doesn't know

where it comes from...

but I do.

If I keep it, I'm a criminal.

If I give it

to the government, I'm a fool.

If I try and do some good

with it...

maybe it just

makes things worse.

Either way,

I'll probably just wind up...

getting myself in more trouble.

It's an impossible choice...

but in a way,

we all have to make it.

What would you do?

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