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on your precious piece-of-sh*t hill?

Want my briefcase?

I'll get it for you, all right?

You want my briefcase?

Here's my briefcase!

Where are you going?

You forgot the briefcase!

I'm going home!

Clear the path, you motherf***er!

Clear the path!

I'm going home!

How'd they do that?

CLERK:
Gun!

-What?

You're leaving today, right?

I gotta get your gun.

PRENDERGAST:

Right.

I need your John Doe

right here, here and here.

Got time to take a statement?

I know you wanna go

before you get killed...

Yeah, Brian, I'm still working here.

This guy's a little excited.

Mr. Lee, come on in.

[LEE lN KOREAN]

What'd he say?

You know, I don't know.

Mr. Lee is Korean.

I'm Japanese, in case

you never bothered to notice.

-Mr. Lee, speak English, okay?

-Sure.

Sit down.

He'll help you. Mr. Lee owns a market.

He was hit less than an hour ago.

Sorry, Mr. Lee, no smoking.

Mr. Lee, let's just start off

with what he looked like.

White man, white shirt, tie.

-What color was his tie?

LEE:
Color?

I don't know color.

The guy attack me, okay?

He bust up my store.

I'm lucky to be alive.

Just try and relax.

What did he steal from you?

Did not steal!

Attack me, okay?

Say he fix my prices.

Bust up my merchandise.

He didn't rob you?

The guy crazy! I told him,

"Take my money."

He say no. He call me "thief,"

then he break up my merchandise.

Then he buy a soda and take off.

He bought a soda. He paid for it?

I told you, the guy crazy.

Sorry, I thought this was a robbery.

BRlAN:
Mr. Lee, we have to go

talk to somebody else.

BRlAN:
This man works robberies.

LEE:
Robberies?

BRlAN:

That's right. Come on.

LEE:
Baseball bat!

PRENDERGAST:
What's that?

The guy take my baseball bat.

You sell bats?

No, keep for defense.

Under counter. Defense.

You mean he stole your baseball bat

but paid for the soda?

This guy's discriminating.

That still doesn't count.

Let's go. Thanks.

Go to the hospital.

Your arm might be broken!

We'll look for this guy,

so shut the f*** up!

What did this guy do?

Threaten you with his credit card?

I told you he had a bat!

If this guy's still around,

we'll find him and f*** him up.

Then you go to the hospital?

Shut up!

[PHONE RlNGS]

Hello?

Hello?

Cut the crap.

I know it's you.

What do you want?

BETH:

It is you, isn 't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me.

You gotta stop calling me.

It's Adele's birthday.

Yes, I know.

What do you want?

I'm coming home.

What are you talking about?

I just...

I want you to know that

I'm coming home for her birthday.

You're not coming here.

Listen, Beth...

...I gotta see you.

No, you listen to me.

This is my house now. I pay the rent.

You don't pay child support.

-You just can 't walk in and out.

-Don't talk like that, Beth.

I have to come home.

I have to bring her a present.

You know you can't come here!

Hey!

It's him! It's him, man!

How's Adele?

This isn't your home anymore.

How is she?

She's doing just fine without you.

-Angie, get out.

-Come on, man.

It's f***ing broad daylight!

This sh*t ain't worth it!

-Get the f*** out!

-Get out of the car!

Give me one. Give me one.

And you?

Don't.

I'll call the police.

Go, go, go!

I'm coming home.

I'm coming home.

Did you get him?

You missed.

I missed too.

No, don't f***ing do it!

No, man.

F*** you, mother--!

There, you see?

That's the concept.

Take some shooting lessons, a**hole!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

She's open.

Prendergast.

Have a seat.

Captain.

Did you hear?

The drive-by shooting?

Disgusting!

You know who'll have to take

the heat again...

...when the sh*t hits the fan.

You're retiring a little early.

You won't be getting

your full pension.

Yes, sir, that's right.

I won't.

This isn't because

you were wounded, is it?

Wounded?

Because, I mean...

...you're behind a desk now.

Not much chance

of getting wounded there.

Look, captain, it has nothing

to do with that.

I'll make my speech.

They make me do this,

you understand.

I hate to lose a good cop.

Not too late to change your mind.

Lot of good cops want to drop

the whole kit and caboodle.

And who wouldn't?

The pay stinks...

...and you're up to your ears

in human scum 16 hours a day.

But it gets in your blood.

A lot of good cops

get to the point of...

...slapping their badge down

on this desk...

...and find they just can't do it.

How about you?

Will you stick with the team?

No, captain.

I don't think I will.

Like I say, they make me ask.

You understand.

How are the kids?

I don't have any.

What the hell?

I'd like to take my stick

to these clerks.

-The file says--

-We lost a child.

Lost it?

Her. Lost her.

Yes, of course. Her.

That's rough.

Well, it can be.

Yes, sir.

Still married, right?

Yes, sir, I am.

That's good.

Where you going?

-I'm going home.

-Not this way.

-Why not?

-Metrorail construction, that's why not.

Go around.

Just follow your tootsies.

You sure you don't want something?

Coffee, soda, something?

OFFICER:

No, thank you, ma'am.

I feel kind of stupid about this.

Better safe than sorry.

That's what I thought.

You have a restraining order

against your husband?

Ex-husband.

He'd show up on the wrong day...

...or in the middle of the night,

pounding on the door.

Thing is, he has

this horrendous temper.

I didn't know if a restraining

order was a good idea...

...and if it'd do more harm than good.

But the judge said we should

make an example of him.

So he can't come

within 100 feet of us.

Or is it yards?

Which is it? Feet or yards?

That's up to the judge.

-I thought it was a set thing.

-It's at his discretion.

That's interesting.

Does he drink?

Oh, I thought you meant the judge!

-No, I wouldn't say so.

-Do drugs?

Oh, no.

But he has a propensity for violence?

Yeah, I think you could say that.

Did he strike the little girl?

-Well, no.

-Did he strike you?

Not exactly.

Not exactly?

You know, there were times...

...when I thought he was going to...

...but I just didn't want to wait

until he got around to it.

It's hard to explain.

He could, I think.

You think?

Hello, sir.

How are you today?

I'm doing all right.

-How about you?

-Me? I'm terrible.

I'm sorry.

I came from Santa Barbara,

and my friend wasn't home...

...and he owes me money...

...so I have no money to go home.

I'm almost out of gas.

I had to sleep in my car.

Do you have a few bucks?

It would really help me out.

Give me your address,

I'll mail it back. Honest.

-Let me see your driver's license.

-What for?

It'll have your address on it.

-I don't have a license.

-You drove all the way without it?

Are you a cop?

Let's see your car registration

and your car.

All right, forget it.

Okay, just forget it!

MAN:
That's a hell of a way

to treat a vet, man.

-You're an animal doctor?

-No, a veteran. I was in Nam.

FOSTER:

You must've been 10 years old.

I meant to say the Gulf.

Come on! All I'm asking for

is a little change.

I haven't eaten in three days.

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