Heart Condition

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

the Lakers without Rambis.

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...

...is sixty percent grease.

- 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.

Now, she's gonna stick her

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.

Have a staff member find

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!

I'm finally gonna nail

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...

Are you gentlemen gonna keep

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

in front of a hundred people

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.

Is this going to affect my...

...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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