Internal Affairs Page #5

- Why did you lie?

Is this why

you beat the sh*t out of me?

- Yes! Yes, that's him!

- F*** you!

- Why did you lie?

- He says you're in trouble!

I never said I'm in trouble!

This guy tells me

there's something wrong

and you're telling me jack sh*t!

I was worried about you!

- I saw you!

- What?

I saw you with him! Why did you lie?

What do you mean?

- Are you following me?

- I'm following him!

- Why did you lie?

- You saw me?

- I saw you smiling and drinking!

- And you didn't stop it?

Why did you lie?

You didn't stop it?

You are f***ing crazy!

You are crazy!

- I am crazy!

- This is going to stop!

This is not going to go on.

Understand?

I'll kill you if you go with anyone!

I was not f***ing him.

You have to believe me!

If I was f***ing anybody else,

I wouldn't be with you!

I'll kill you.

Crazy.

Look. Dennis's wives hold two to

three million in real estate equity,

none with apparent means -

mortgages written by Penny Stretch.

What happened to you?

Sorry about yesterday.

Penny OK?

She's fine.

It's just that she's alone.

If someone...

came round here

and started asking stuff...

about the real estate,

you know what to say, right?

Who would come around?

A guy from Internal Affairs,

Raymond Avilla.

Latin?

Is he cute?

If he's cute, I'd talk to him!

- Did he contact you?

- No.

- Did he?

- No!

- Did anybody contact you?

- No!

- I'm sorry.

- F*** off!

Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

We're in trouble, aren't we?

Not if you don't talk to anybody.

OK, we're going to run

through this again.

You are participating

in a money laundering scheme.

Tax evasion, fraud,

police corruption.

You have violated

the entire federal banking law.

OK, here's the deal.

You testify against Dennis Peck,

we'll grant you immunity.

F*** you.

You can't prove anything.

These mortgages are legal.

Come on, Penny.

Who do you think

you're dealing with?

Why are you trying to protect

somebody who's killed your husband?

You're f***ing him, aren't you?

- Get out of my house!

- I hope you got off, Pen.

Get out of my house!

- Amy Wallace.

- Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.

Raymond!

Wipe that f***ing smile

off your face!

- Sergeant!

- Wipe it off!

- Hey, sergeant! Get it together!

- I'm standing right here!

I'm right here!

I don't know what that was for.

They've got computer print-outs and

everything. They know everything!

It's just a matter of time

before they can prove it.

It's just instinct, but they

also think that Dennis killed Van!

Hi.

Hi.

How was it?

Oh, Please! Please!

Raymond Avilla?

Yes. My partner, Amy Wallace.

You're investigating my husband.

I have information for you.

I know where his money is.

I know where he gets it

and where it goes.

We know that from Penny Stretch.

What else do you have?

- There isn't anything more.

- No?

What about Van Stretch?

You know your husband had him killed.

I don't know anything about Van!

I don't know anything

about Van Stretch!

Listen up. You ever been to jail?

You know what they do in jail?

Are you listening?

Take away your kids!

Including the one that's on the way,

understand?

- Sonofabitch!

- F***ing right, sonofabitch!

What else have you got?

- I don't know anything.

- You're going to jail! Understand?

Your husband is killing people!

What else have you got?

What else have you got?

Arrocas.

I could kill you. I could kill you!

Go ahead.

Kill her.

Come on, kill her!

Come on, be a man, Steven!

She paid me to kill you! She did.

Go on, shoot her! Kill her!

She's a tramp! She's a real tramp!

Your parents are dead

and your wife fucks everybody!

Steven, that's my foot.

I'll go look downstairs.

Wallace!

Wallace!

Sh*t! Wallace?

Amy! Amy!

You OK?

No!

Is it bad?

Right through, babe, right through.

OK.

I don't know how...

I don't know how...

I'm going to get an ambulance, OK?

I'm sorry!

- It's all right.

- I'm sorry.

- Raymond?

- Yes.

- All this is for me?

- All for you, sweetheart.

OK?

You're doing good.

OK.

- It was Peck. Dennis Peck shot me.

- I know, sweetheart.

- Did he hear me?

- Did you hear that?

- Dennis Peck.

- Dennis Peck. We got it.

- Almost there.

- My feet are cold.

You're cold?

Can you up it a bit?

- You want some coffee?

- No.

You wanna run get me some?

You wanna hold my hand?

I'd love to hold your hand,

sweetheart.

- Sergeant? Sergeant Avilla?

- Yeah.

How are we doing?

She's lost a lot of blood,

but we're doing the best we can.

Wait a second.

- Will she make it?

- Is she a fighter?

- Yes.

- That's the best we've got.

Now, pardon me,

I've got another patient waiting.

Sorry.

Don't scream. Don't scream.

Don't do anything.

Don't do anything, OK?

It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you,

but don't scream.

Don't do anything.

Don't do anything. Don't do anything.

Stand up.

It's all right. Stand up.

Come over here. Come on.

It's all right.

What are you doing here?

I went to my house.

My children were crying.

There were black-and-whites

everywhere.

I went over there and I looked

in a window round the back.

My wife was crying.

My children were crying.

They were being interrogated

by my buddies. I know all of them.

Little Megan...

I can never go back there now.

I felt very bad.

I was very angry with Raymond.

Could I ask you

to do something for me? Please?

Would you help me take my boot off?

Hi, Dennis.

Kathy? Are you OK?

Cover him.

Shoot him if he moves.

Get off my bed.

Sorry about the dyke.

Cute little ass!

You're so f***ing easy, Raymond.

I know you, baby.

Buttons all over you!

I push the buttons.

I push 'em.

I'm going to miss my children.

I'm really gonna miss them.

Put the knife down.

You think he was aiming for my leg?

- That's very good, Raymond.

- I'm taking you in.

F*** you, because you...

do not...

feel...

because you...

do not have children!

You don't know what it's like.

Everything changes

when you have children.

You don't think about yourself

any more. You just think of them.

You go around the world for them!

You selfish yuppie!

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