Homicide Page #8

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Yeah. These motherfuckers got lucky.

An hour ago, I would have been

on a plane, long gone out of here.

No. You weren't going anywhere.

What the f*** you know, man?

My mama had it all set up.

The ticket, the passport.

I would have been long gone out of here.

But that's all right.

Now I gotta do it the hard way. You know?

- Yeah. I know it all.

- Oh, you know, huh?

You're one smart kike, ain't you, Mr. Gold?

All you forgot is that,

if you want to kill me...

you best come armed.

Randolph.

Randolph.

- Later, baby.

- Your mother turned you in.

You know she did it.

- How else did we find you here?

- You're a lying motherf***er, man.

You don't know my mother.

You ain't never seen my mother.

I -

Look at you, man.

You're a piece of sh*t.

That's right.

I am a piece of sh*t.

It's all a piece of sh*t.

I killed my partner,

and your mama turned you in.

Don't die with a lie on your lips, man.

You want your passport?

I got it.

It's a phony.

All that sh*t, man- we made it up.

Look at it.

Your mama turned you over, man.

Look at it!

That's right.

God.

God help me.

- What did you do to me?

- Six to H.R.T. base.

You're secure now.

Base to Six. Copy. 12-15 standing down.

And you can report landline.

Base clean.

- I'm all right.

- Got an entrance wound.

Upper-right chest area.

- Keep the light on him.

- I'm okay.

Priority wound alert to shock trauma unit.

- It's all in order. Good job. Thanks.

- Do you want them now?

- When you get back there.

- Want me to send them downtown?

- Let me look at 'em.

- All right.

You want to hear the rest of this or not?

- Tell me later.

- Okay. Get out of here.

- Now don't go bossing me around.

- I'm not bossing you. I'm begging you.

- See you later.

- See ya.

When you get down on Fifth Street,

you're going to see what I mean.

- Who do I talk to down there?

- When they gave up the shotgun -

When they come in with the shotgun -

- They-

- Hey, Bob.

- Hello.

- Hi.

I'm sorry about Sullivan.

Yeah.

We gotta roll.

Yeah.

Maybe I'll see you later.

Have some coffee.

See ya around, Bob.

Yeah.

All right.

Now, what are you gonna bring me back?

- I bring back the whole consignment.

- And log it in.

- Should I take a can?

- Yeah.

That way you get the shotgun,

we log it...

we match it for prints and ballistics.

The shell is distinct.

I'll get on that right away.

That's exactly what I wanted to do.

That's just the way it is.

You took your shot, this is what happened.

And if you're moved, somebody's gotta be doing it.

Doesn't that have to be right?

I want you to do the following thing.

Log this stuff in, Frank,

and then when you get downtown, you-

We solved your case for you.

Come on.

I told you why we killed her, man -

because she had that fortune in her basement.

You're off Homicide.

You're off.

- Let's go.

- We would have got it, too...

- if that dog wouldn't have scared us off.

- Get'em out of here.

We've been holding this for ya.

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