Edison
- R
- Year:
- 2005
- 99 min
- 266 Views
You're a big venue now.
Global commerce,
sports franchises. . .
chit-chat cafes.
But you don't get it
because you don't see it.
Life is not what you think it is.
Because of guys like us. . .
you can go on thinking it. . .
'til reality sets in.
Reality's a motherf***er.
when it hits you. . .
We do our sh*t.
You do yours.
But remember. . .
it's a dirty world.
And without us,
it'd be a whole lot dirtier.
Welcome to Edison.
Heads up.
We got problems in here.
If they come into bank, shoot 'em.
Any units near 12th and Plaza,
respond to an alarm at Plaza Bank.
Approach with caution.
We got it.
What was that?
You're outta your f***in mind.
You know that? F***!
- You want onions with that?
- Yeah.
There you go.
- Stay down !
- Stay down !
Go.
Get in the car!
What are you doing?
Get in the car!
Stay calm.
I know you're hurt.
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.
Okay buddy.
I know you're hurt.
Get you to your feet, okay?
All your friends are dead,
fuckhead.
It's just me and you now.
Come on GI Joe.
Come out and play.
Come on.
Drop the gun, walk away,
or I'll kill her.
Close your eyes, sweetheart.
You don't wanna see this.
It's okay, come on.
Come on, it's okay.
Just a flesh wound.
It's okay.
You're alright.
It's okay, baby.
It's okay.
That bad man's not gonna
hurt you any more.
It's okay.
On your knees!
Come on !
What's goin' on?
- Put your hands behind your head.
Come on crack whores!
Look at that China White, baby.
Look at that China f***in' White.
That's my money, too.
That's all my money.
- Motherf***er.
- Okay, fuckhead. You squatters?
F*** you talkin' about?
- You own this house?
- No.
- What about you?
- No.
- You got a lease?
- No.
You got a mortgage?
You guys f***ed up tonight.
Don't look at me.
Don't f***in' look at me.
Okay, this is how it works.
You never saw us.
And we never saw you.
The world just keeps turnin' .
- You ain't takin' us in?
- Nah.
Got to all school.
We answer up, get capped
for losin' that sh*t.
Yeah, maybe you should
leave town.
Motha' f***ers.
We'll get his license.
Rat his ass out to the Feds.
Tired of this bullshit.
F*** that.
Welcome to the majors.
It gets easier after the first one.
Him.
Rafe.
Not ready, bro?
I'll take care of this sh*t.
The f***?
Oh, you motherf***er.
You f***in' spit at me?
I'll f***in' kill you!
Aw, Jesus.
Jesus.
Jesus.
Oh, Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus.
Come on.
Come on. Stop cryin' .
I haven't seen you
around here before.
Who are you?
Isiaha Charles.
I just moved here with my mom.
Who's he to you?
I just met him.
He gave me a job.
Where'd you do time?
I've never done time.
- You never did time?
- No.
Oh, that is good sh*t.
You want some?
I'm good.
All right.
This is how it's gonna work.
Your buddy was smokin' crack
and he got f***in' crazy. . .
and he came at you with a knife.
Now tell me what happened.
My buddy, he got f***in' crazy. . .
and he came after me
with a knife.
Which is when Lazerov
and I entered the domicile
in response to
a domestic disturbance. . .
and saw the defendant fire
one round from a bulldog.
- Is this that bulldog You refer to?
- Yes.
- Is this the knife You pried from
the deceased's hand? / - Yes
- What was he doing with him?
- Something to stab the defendant.
Now after the deceased deceased
did the defendant resist?
- No.
- did he say anything?
He cried, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Cried?
What do you mean he cried?
What do you mean he cried?
He cried.
Jesus, Jesus.
That's enough.
- Jesus. Oh my God.
- That's enough, Officer Deed.
You may step down.
Thank you.
That'll be a 10 minute recess.
We'll reconvene at quarter past.
- What the hell was that?
- Testifying.
- to the Second Coming?
- Back off.
Officer Deed?
Officer Deed.
Yeah.
- Why'd he thank you?
- Who are you?
Josh Pollack.
Heights Herald.
- the Jewish handout?
- It's a community weekly.
The guy is Jewish?
You're shittin' me.
I don't know he's Jewish.
And, what do you care?
You busted him in Ashtown,
that's adjacent to the Heights.
Tell our Jewish friends not to worry.
They can still walk to worship.
So why'd he say thank you?
It's a manslaughter
and possession beef.
- It could've been murder.
Talk to public affairs.
Officer Deed, can you tell me why
FRAT is cruising the streets?
Talk to public affairs.
Guy thanked you?
Jack-off.
I hate that f***in' guy.
- Who's that?
- Wallace. P*ssy.
Hey.
How'd court go, Frank?
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
- No. Same old, Same old.
Deed's first murder testimony.
Yep, weapons possession
Rafe. Inspection Monday?
Be sure you're there.
Pollack.
Pollack!
Pollack.
Yes, sir?
What are you doing?
Article on the murder trial.
I told you to put the verdict
on the police blotter.
That's a sentence, not a tome.
It's a legitimate story.
Then find a legitimate paper
to publish it.
All I want is the verdict, okay?
Fraud.
Sorry, did you say something?
No, sir. I didn't.
That's what I thought.
Actually I said fraud.
Did you now?
You know why The Times
won't hire you Pollack?
You don't do the work.
A thousand words, not a single
fact except for the verdict.
Everything else is supposition.
FRAT wouldn't talk to me.
work is not to talk about it.
This incident is public record, sir.
Involving undercover police
who like to keep a low profile,
so they can sleep at night.
You can't imply nefarious activity
because a felon whispered
thank you to one of them.
I qualified it with a question.
You qualified. . .
Watch my lips, son.
You're not qualified to qualify.
Nobody cares what you think.
Only what you know and that's
diddly 'cause you don't do the work!
Unfortunate this is about as well
written as you are uninformed.
You know what?
I think you should try novels.
You're fired.
This isn't a real paper anyway.
Perfect for you.
Lazy little sh*t.
Get out while you can.
Sh*t.
Rafe.
Don't make yourself crazy.
You're gonna give
yourself a hernia.
Come on. Let's go to bed.
You want the free range
Chicken Kiev with potatoes
or vegetables over risotto
in a bell pepper sauce?
I'd like a meal prepared to order,
not manufactured for distribution.
Ashford was right.
About what?
All this articulate conjecture
wrapped around one fact.
- Isiaha Charles, illegal weapons
possession. / - Right.
- 8 words if you count the preposition.
- Another critic.
- You asked me to read it.
- It was mistake.
Because I agree with him?
Come on, sweetie.
You know I thought being fired
was the highlight of my day.
You're great sex.
But imperious and penniless
and you should stick
with your strengths.
I was hoping for sympathy.
Poor baby.
Well, that woulda worked.
Yeah, that's bullshit.
Rafe.
Talk to me, please.
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