Homicide Page #2

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- That's right!

- Get the f*** up! Yeah!

Stupid son of a -

What the f*** you think you're doin; huh?

- Throw him in there.

- You f***in' a**hole!

It's okay.

We got him. We got him.

Stupid son of a b*tch!

- You okay, Bobby?

- Yeah. He got me a good one in the head.

Oh, Christ.

You tore my f***in' holster.

What the f*** do you wanna do that for?

- You okay, Bob?

- What the f*** do you wanna do that for?

- I wanted your gun.

- Why didn't you just say so?

- What'd you want the gun for?

- I wanted to kill myself.

Bates, Brown, in my office.

- Are you okay, Bobby?

- No, I'm fine, Lieu.

- Somebody get him a drink of water.

- I got it.

What the f*** is wrong with you, man?

What'd I ever do to you? Huh?

What the f*** did I ever do to you?

- You stupid son of a b*tch.

- I'm sorry.

You tore my holster, and I got work to do.

What the f*** did I ever do to you?

- Nothing.

- And I stood up for you, didn't I?

Yes. Y-You did.

- Thank you for your help.

- Uh-huh.

Perhaps someday I could help you.

Now, how can you help me?

Perhaps...

someday I could tell you

the nature of evil.

W-Would you like to know how to -

to solve the problem of evil?

No, man, 'cause if I did,

then I'd be out of a job.

Let's go to work.

What is your 20?

to Beales' Gym, 12th and Loomis.

On the turn off to 10-1 1

with 2-Homicide-16.

Robert Randolph.

Man's got no call

to question my loyalty.

- How's your head?

- He had no f***in' call to get racial on me.

So he called you one,

you called him one.

- We get to the gym -

- Son of a b*tch is gonna go.

- Yeah, I feel it too.

- Piece of cake.

Either a piece of cake or a slice of life.

You notice that?

- Yeah, I've remarked that. Ain't that the truth?

- That is the truth.

We could've brought the son of a b*tch in

with a knock on the door.

- Well, let's go bring him in then.

- That's right.

- Garner some of them kudos and all that they got.

- That's right.

- F.B.I., man.

- That's right.

F.B.I. could f*** up a baked potato.

F.B.I. couldn't find Joe Lewis

in a bowl of rice.

- You know what's needed here.

- What, Sully?

- Police work.

- Yeah.

Some of that police work

that people talk about.

- What happened to the job?

- Hmm.

F***in' politics, man.

Nothing but politics.

- Motherf***er called me a kike.

- I heard him.

Job's changed.

It ain't the same job.

-Job's the same.

- Yeah?

People dyin', people killing 'em.

How's your head?

- Son of a b*tch whopped you a good one.

- Yeah.

We get to the gym -

That son of a b*tch whopped you mean.

You're getting a bump on there.

Here, uh, put the - put the meat on it

from my lunch. Put the meat on it.

- You're kidding.

- No, that's -

Draw it. Really.

Hey, what don't you know?

- Isn't it?

- You are one smart Indian.

- Look out.

He's in there.

- Who's in there?

- Didn't you get my call?

- My partner's pinned down in there!

- What is it?

Get down!

Where's my piece?

-Bob, what is it?

- What is it?

- Uh, h-h-had a shooting -

- How many are there in there?

- I-It's a dog.

- What? What's a dog?

- The lady was shot. We came in.

- Okay. How many guys are in there?

Guys? What guys?

It's just my partner and the dog.

- There's just a dog in there.

- Yeah, the dog - f***in' dog's trying to kill him.

You shoot the dog, man!

- It's my first day. I got a body in there.

-Bob.

- Give me a hand, huh?

- You call your sergeant?

- Bob.

- Yeah, okay. Give me a sandwich.

- We gotta roll.

- Gimme a sandwich.

- Bob!

- Give me the f***in' sandwich!

- Detective -

- Yeah, okay, you calm down.

I'll back at ya.

- Who's dead?

- Some lady. The owner.

- For sure?

- Hit her with a shotgun.

- Thank you, Detective.

- Shut up. Anyone else? Anyone living?

- No.

- Did you call the ambulance?

- Yeah, they're coming.

- How long have you been here?

- Two minutes.

- Okay.

Officer Ferro,

get out your f***in' notebook.

You write down

the exact time of your arrival...

you, your partner's star number.

- I was never here.

- I understand.

- Thank you. Y-You were never here.

- What is it in there?

- I can't move, man.

- Who is that?

- It's the cops. Okay?

You can't move? Don't move.

Can you get to your piece?

If I move, man,

the f***ing dog is gonna kill me.

Does he have a collar on?

Can you see a collar?

- Yeah.

- Is it a choke collar?

- Bobby, I gotta roll.

- F*** me.

Get on. Go on.

Get outta here. Take the car.

- Hey, get me the jacket.

- What?

- A choke collar.

- Yeah, I can see it.

It's a choke collar, yeah.

I'm scared, man.

I know you are.

Yeah. I'm scared.

Just hang tight.

It's all gonna be over in a minute.

- Nothin' to it.

- Piece of cake, really.

- Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Nice and easy.

- Everybody's your friend.

- Be careful, man.

Shh.

Attaboy.

Chain him outside.

- What a thing, huh?

- Uh-huh.

Thank you, man. Thank you.

- It's all right.

- I gotta call in.

Don't touch the phone.

You gotta call, call outside.

- Thank you, man. I lost it there.

- Uh-huh.

- What do you got here?

- Behind the counter.

Okay, move it back, fellas.

Move it back. Thank you.

I know why they waste her, man -

'cause she got that fortune in her basement.

That Jew broad. You want me to help you?

I can help you 'cause I know why they did her, man.

Officer, take everybody's name and address.

Don't shoo anyone off.

Fella hanging around could be the guy.

You understand? The killer.

- Yes, sir.

- Nobody goes in or out of the building.

You don't touch nothin' in there,

and you hang tight till your sergeant arrives.

Excuse me, Offiicer. See, I know that she had

the fortune down in that basement.

- Hang tight till my sergeant arrives.

- That's right.

- Even when I was young I knew that.

This is why they killed her.

- Thank you, Detective. Thanks a lot.

- I know what I'm talkin' about

'cause I been in this neighborhood all my life.

- I gotta get out of here.

- That's why they killed her.

- Sorry, ma'am. No one is supposed to get through.

- Please. Who's in charge here?

- It's not my case.

- That's my grandmother in there.

Can you help me? Please let us through.

- It's not my case.

Folks, nobody gets by.

- Central. Detective Gold.

- Central, okay.

- I need a car.

- Say your 10-20.

- 12th and Prescott.

- Hold tight.

- Please, can you help me?

- The sergeant'll be here in a minute.

My grandmother, is she -

What's happened to her?

- Gold, your 10-20. Say again.

- 12th and Prescott.

Your grandmother

owns the variety store?

Is she dead?

The woman inside is dead.

Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, God.

Relay this pickup to Sullivan.

As soon as the car's here, I'm on my way.

- Central, okay.

- Officer, I want to see her.

I'm sorry, sir.

This is not my case.

- No, I can't get stuck here.

- Stay with the car.

What do we got?

Yes, sir, uh, we got a homicide.

- Elderly woman shot. This is the family.

- The family?

- Who are you?

- Detective Gold, Homicide.

- You got here quick.

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