Heart Condition
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 100 min
- 145 Views
These are gonna be great.
Can you imagine if your wife
ever found these?
Crys, come on.
Put down the camera.
This is such good sh*t.
Come on, b*tch.
Crys, come on.
Let me take the pictures.
I'm gonna fill up
the whole scrapbook.
Peisha, this is
the most fun.
Peisha.
Oh, sh*t.
F***.
Crys.
Ow! F***!
Crys. Crys.
What's wrong with him?
Sh*t.
What's wrong, Crys?
What happened?
Jesus Christ.
Take the girls to the club.
I got to call his people.
Can't believe I voted
for this a**hole.
It's not about
winning ball games.
It's about emotion.
You know what that is?
Emotion?
The Lakers are not
He was the spark,
the inspiration.
He was white.
I didn't say that.
But did it ever occur to you
that's why they let him go?
Rambis left on his own.
Is that a brew in that bag?
- On his own?
- Yeah, on his own.
- Read the paper.
- Oh, come on!
Christ, Moony, we're on duty.
And that sh*t you're eating...
- He got one.
- Dillnick?
I don't believe it.
Miss? Excuse me, miss?
You talking to me, Elvis?
Oh, sh*t.
What kind of action
you looking for?
Well, I was kind of hoping
you could tell me.
Translation, he doesn't know.
balloons through the window.
Magic fingers are 20.
Fifty puts the pig
in the blanket.
You want something oral,
see your dentist.
Did you see what he was
wearing tonight?
He wasn't wearing that
striped thing, was he?
So, what? Looking for
something kinky?
Wanna hear
the chef's special?
No, I'm sure whatever
you do will be fine.
Hope you have lots of raincoats
cause I don't ride
bareback anymore.
We're meeting him at the Bowl?
Yeah, sounds like
we better hurry.
O - oh. Nice jacket.
Seersucker makes me hot.
Just relax. Just let me
take control.
You'll love it, believe me.
Stone.
C'mon, Moon, forget him.
We gotta meet Dill.
Moon, leave him alone.
Ah, Jesus.
Promotions are next week.
He's speeding.
Being a cop's like
being a pitcher, Harry.
To hit the strikes,
you've got to...
...risk your balls.
For what, Moon?
What is this?
This is initiative,
I'm showing initiative.
No, this is harassment.
There's something perverse
about you and Stone.
- Perverse?
- Yeah, perverse.
It wasn't his fault
she left you.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Bullshit!
Hollywood, this is 71.
Dillnick's making
a Redi-Whip delivery
to the parking
lot at the Bowl.
Can somebody take her
off his hands? Thanks.
Tell them to take their time.
Phil, get the champagne.
his body in the morning.
Police can notify his wife.
Washington wants full
damage control. Understand?
Sure you can handle
these girls?
It's my business.
It's your business
if you don't.
Graham.
This is out of
our league, Jack.
It's also out of
our jurisdiction.
Come on, we're in
Beverly Hills. Nice suit.
It's okay, it's okay.
He's just picking up her
and her girlfriend.
He's their lawyer.
They don't look safe to drive.
Get f***ed, pal.
- Getting strange.
- Lighten up, okay.
- Be cool, now.
- What? I didn't say anything.
Ah.
- Stone!
- Somebody's calling you.
Stone!
What?! What, what, what?
- Zara, come on!
- What the hell are you doing?
- You out of your mind?
- Move over! I'm gonna drive.
- She couldn't handle herself.
- You said you were gonna quit.
I want a promotion, Moon,
not a goddamn suspension.
- He's running, Harry.
- Well, you shot at him!
He's dirty.
I know he's dirty!
his black ass to the wall.
If you have any drugs
in your purse
would you please just
throw them out the window?
I don't believe you. I could be
disbarred for this sh*t.
Leon!
Give me the purse...
Hold the girls and
get some backup.
Oh, Moon. Moon.
Ah, Jesus.
Stay put.
Stone!
Move. Move.
F***.
Well, it's about time.
Now, look, I'm a lawyer,
alright?
And, this is a clear-cut
case of harassment.
For the past six months this
poor excuse for a police off...
this mad dog off me, or what?
Thank you.
Alright, look. I don't know what
the problem you have with...
Jesus, what the hell
have you been eating?
Your ass, n*gger.
You called him the "n" word?
You left Dillnick with a car
date at the Hollywood Bowl.
Fired your weapon without
cause at a private club.
Participated in
a high-speed car chase.
Then, you decked a black lawyer
and called him the "n" word?
I made the arrest.
You made squat, Moony.
And I am sick and tired
of your street cowboy attitude
and your racist bullshit.
But let me try and
get through to you, Moony.
There are those of us
who can say the "n" word.
And there are those
of us who cannot.
Now, I can say the "n" word.
N*gger, n*gger, n*gger,
n*gger, n*gger.
See, I can say the damn word
all I want. But, you can't.
In fact, Moony, if I catch
your little-perverse-bigoted-
bullshit mouth saying it again
I'm going to personally
tear you out a new a**hole.
...promotion evaluation?
Promotion?
You are suspended, Sergeant.
Leave your piece and your shield
with Rinselle on the way out of here.
Call him the "n" word
and want a promotion.
Sorry, Moon.
Did you do it?
Moon?
- You doing okay?
- Yeah
You don't look so good.
Thank you.
What was this all about tonight?
Is he pimping for you now?
I don't deserve that, Moon.
Neither does he.
What were you doing?
I didn't tell you I finished
night school finally
and I got my application
into Valley Arts College
and I saved up
all the tuition...
What?
I don't know why I keep
forgetting to drop this off.
Every time I'm near your house,
it's not the right time.
Jesus Christ! Why do you
have to keep doing that?
- I need it.
- For what?
Self-defense.
From what?
Why do you carry a gun?
I'm a cop!
Yeah, well, I'm not.
Do you still
have the fishbowl?
Yeah.
Can you put this in
there with the others?
And, like, if something happens
to me have them print it up.
You know, like, sprinkle them
over Hollywood Boulevard
like ashes?
- Coming?
- Yeah.
Crys.
Bye, Moon.
Because I love you so.
Because I love you so.
Come here, here you go.
Come on now.
That's yours, yeah,
that's yours.
Okay, you can have
some of that, too, alright?
Hey, come here.
Look at that.
Come out of here.
There you go.
You want some of this?
Just a bit.
There you go.
Yeah, I know.
Glad to see you, too.
Get out of here, will you?
I'm trying get myself
a life. Get out.
That's it, Chuck,
you don't get any more.
Well, maybe just a little.
Chuck!
Ah! Eh! Gah!
Ah! Ah!
Chuck.
What are you saying?
That's it? He's dead?
He will be.
Without a new heart.
And the odds of finding
a B - positive donor...
- Dr. Posner.
- Excuse me.
- He was a cop?
- Vice.
How the hell did he get
in that kind of condition?
Vice.
Sad news for the State of
California and the nation.
Senator James Marquand, one of
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