Falling Down Page #3

Well, I mean, except for this.

F*** it! Give me some money, man.

Just give me some money.

How about a dime?

Give it to me.

I'm not giving you any.

-You got a cigarette?

-No.

-You gotta give me something.

-Why don't you get a job?

This is my park. I live here!

Who are you, walking

through my park with two bags?

I don't got any. Is that fair?

What's in those bags, anyway?

Give me one.

I could sell those bags

and eat for a week with the money.

You've got two of them.

Why do you need two?

You're right.

Here.

-Are you serious?

-I don't need it anymore.

All right! Come on, now.

Come on. What the--

Son of a b*tch!

JONES:
Can we cut the crap this time?

ANGIE:
I'm telling you the truth!

JONES:

Yeah, right.

PRENDERGAST:
What's up?

KEENE:
She was at the drive-by.

SANCHEZ:
Angie, who hit your guys?

ANGIE:
I told you.

JONES:
We know. The big bad white man.

We're not buying it.

SANCHEZ:

Who are you protecting?

They put your boyfriend in the hospital.

He's probably dead.

Do you realize that?

He's probably f***ing dead!

ANGIE:
Stop saying that!

KEENE:
You picked a good day to leave.

SANCHEZ:
You want another 3-year-old

to get shot in the head?

Is that what you want?

Tell me the truth!

I'm telling you the truth!

It was a white guy!

JONES:
Why would he go for your friends?

ANGIE:
I don't know!

He attacked them on Angel's Flight Hill

with a baseball bat!

PRENDERGAST:
A baseball bat?

Wait!

Baseball bat.

What did this guy look like?

I don't know.

He looked like you...

...except he was taller and had hair.

JONES:

Good description, Angie!

Did he wear a white shirt and tie?

SANCHEZ:

Come over here, will you?

We gotta keep the pressure on her.

Don't interrupt.

What about the bat?

-The white shirt and tie!

-What will she think of next?

I'm sorry you're leaving,

but you are.

-Sanchez, listen to me!

-Check me later, babe.

PRENDERGAST:

Hey, Brian?

Remember that storekeeper,

the Korean guy?

-Mr. Lee?

-Come here.

PRENDERGAST:

Where was his place?

Right there.

He was assaulted

sometime after 8 a.m.?

-About that.

-And the drive-by was here, right?

What's going on?

I may be nuts, but Angel's Flight Hill

is between those two spots.

-It was a classy neighborhood.

-It's a sh*t hole. Gangland.

I know. What would a white guy

in a shirt and tie be doing in...

...gangland?

Hi. Can I help you?

I'd like a ham and cheese Whamlette,

an order of Wham fries--

Sorry, we stopped serving breakfast.

We're on the lunch menu.

I want breakfast.

We're not serving it.

So you said.

Is that the manager?

Yeah.

Could I speak to him, please?

Sure.

Rick, a customer would like

to speak to you.

Yes, sir.

I'd like some breakfast.

We stopped serving breakfast.

I know you stopped breakfast, Rick.

Sheila told me you stopped...

Why am I calling you by first names?

I don't know you.

I call my boss "mister" after 7 years,

but I walk in here, a stranger...

...and I'm calling you Rick and Sheila

like we're in an AA meeting.

I don't want to be your buddy, Rick.

I just want a little breakfast.

You can call me Miss Folsom

if you want to.

We stopped serving breakfast at 11:30.

Have you ever heard the expression,

"The customer is always right"?

Yeah.

Well, here I am.

The customer.

That's not our policy.

You have to order something

from the lunch menu.

I don't want lunch.

I want breakfast.

Yeah, well, hey,

I'm really sorry.

Yeah, well, hey,

I'm really sorry too!

RICK:

He's got a gun!

Let's get organized!

Calm down!

Just calm down, everybody.

Sit down over there!

Mister.

Where are you going?

No. You sit down there,

and you finish your lunch.

Everybody just relax

and take it easy.

Eat your lunch. Please.

You all need your vitamins A, B and--

Don't! It was an accident!

It's the trigger, it's sensitive.

It's okay!

It's a sensitive trigger.

Could I have my breakfast?

Yes, sir. Sheila?

FOSTER:

Rick? Miss Folsom?

You know what?

You were right.

I've changed my mind.

I'm going to have some lunch.

Could I have a double

Whammyburger with cheese--

-You getting this?

-Yes, sir.

And an order of Whammy fries

and, let's see...

...a Choco-Wham shake.

Yes, sir.

Sheila, get his order.

FOSTER:
Rick, could you

get it for me, please?

I feel comfortable calling you Rick

after all we've been through together.

FOSTER:

How you doing?

Enjoying your meal?

How about you?

Is it good?

And you, ma'am? How's the food?

I think we have a critic.

I don't think

she likes the special sauce.

That's a joke.

Now, here we go.

Thank you.

See, this is what I'm talking about.

Look at that.

See what I mean?

It's plump, juicy, three inches thick.

Look at this sorry,

miserable, squashed thing.

Can anybody tell me

what's wrong with this picture?

Anybody?

Anybody at all.

LITA:

You guys are partners again!

No such luck, Lita.

He's moving to Lake Havasu.

LITA:
What's in Lake Havasu?

SANDRA:
London Bridge.

LITA:
Are you going to England?

PRENDERGAST:
They moved it to Arizona.

-Stone by stone.

-Oh, yeah. I heard about that.

You're better off,

because cops get killed.

PRENDERGAST:

What'd we used to get, six?

SANDRA:

Seven.

Two sevens.

You all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

What?

I'm sorry, I wasn't gonna do this.

I should just shut up.

It's none of my business.

PRENDERGAST:

Tell me.

Lake Havasu?

It's nice. We like it.

She likes it.

What'll you do, watch cactus grow?

Cacti.

She's not handling

middle age too well.

The change of life and all that,

whatever it is that is.

What about you?

Me? It's different,

because she's a woman.

Different? I'm a woman.

But she was once very beautiful.

Thanks a lot!

You know what I mean.

Come on, come on.

She could've been anything.

Anything but a cop's wife.

She's high-strung.

Don't give me that queen of the hop,

homecoming queen bullshit again.

That was a long time ago.

Sandra, you have a career.

It's hard to lose your beauty

when that's all you've got.

What about your career?

I'll be okay...

...you know, even without you.

Sorry to break this up.

SANDRA:
Why are you here?

LYDECKER:
We got a call.

Watch out! Hot plates!

-Don't touch my gun.

LITA:
F*** you!

You'll love this one. Some

d*ckhead went into Whammyburger...

...pulled out a gun

when he couldn't get breakfast.

Then he paid for it and left.

Sorry, Prendergast.

He paid for it?

Yeah. Move your buns.

Let's go.

I gotta go.

PRENDERGAST:

Where was this?

Quintero and Fourth.

Bye, ladies.

PRENDERGAST:

Wait a minute. Wait, wait!

Let me know what this guy

was wearing, okay?

You trying to crack a big one

before you disappear into the desert?

Sandra, find out if he's wearing

a white shirt and tie.

Let's go, lovebirds.

-I gotta go.

-Wait.

Something about my wife.

Maybe I never mentioned it.

What?

I love her.

LYDECKER:

Let's go!

STRlKER:

For seven years, I banked here.

When I asked them for a loan,

a small loan...

...they told me that I was not

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