Kiss of Death Page #5

state and federal...

...and I want this in state court.

- Federal.

- State!

Federal's what I'll give you,

federal's what you'll get.

- State court!

- Federal.

I am right here. Talk to me.

What the f*** y'all want?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

You killed him.

- Have some coke on me.

- Jesus.

Jesus.

What did you do? What did you do?

What the f*** did you do?

You f*** with the bull, you get the horns.

That's what I did.

- You finished with me now?

- You gotta be dreaming.

You're under arrest, motherf***er.

State or federal?

Both.

Come on, scumbag.

You got nothin'.

- I wanna go to the beach.

- We have to wait, sweetheart.

- I forgot Buttercup.

- Shh, honey. We'll get him.

Can I take her on the beach at least?

- I'm tellin' ya, there ain't gonna be no trial.

- They're gonna cop a plea.

- Cop a plea? He killed a fed.

- He didn't know John was a fed. OK?

- He can't chance a trial.

- I don't like this cereal.

- We'll do all we can to keep you off the stand.

- You really think I'm that stupid?

Fellas, am I tellin' it the way it is or what?

- You're a f***in' maniac, you know that?

- So where they hidin' him?

Atlantic City?

How many times you gonna move us?

We can't stay in one place too long.

It's not smart.

Can't you even play with her a little,

goddamn you?

You hangin' on, honey?

Juicy? Hang on.

Hang on. Whoo!

There you go. Hang on.

Oooh!

Hey, sweetie.

Looky here what I got.

Your wife's final exams.

- Think we need to monitor her for cheating?

- She cannot take any damn exams, Calvin.

We're all goin' f***in' nuts.

I'm losin' my mind.

Ready, honey? Here we go.

Look.

I gotta go into the city tonight.

My youngest daughter, Coral?

Maybe tomorrow when I come back

I can bring her with me. You know.

They're about the same age an' all.

Her and Corinna.

That would be really good of you, man.

Hey. Hey!

Ready? Here we go.

Whoa, a space ride!

My guy was in fear of his life,

and he fired in self-defense.

Dover's gun was holstered

when they pulled him outta the car.

My guy claims that Agent Dover - Omar -

made a move for it without provocation.

I can produce witnesses to testify that

Agent Dover had drawn a gun on my client...

...at least three times in the past...

...who can testify that they had seen

Agent Dover taking cocaine, repeatedly...

...and that his behavior in the last few

months was bizarre and paranoid.

Mafia shrinks!

The autopsy came up negative on drugs.

- Did you find anything in the car?

- No.

No, huh?

I wanna know if Agent Dover

had assassination clearance.

- Had what?

- All right, let me rephrase.

Had clearance to shoot first if he perceived

that his cover had been blown.

- You goin' fishin' here, Jack?

- Not at all.

I wanna find out if we got

a drug-taking federal agent, strung out...

...with shoot-first clearance.

In all due respect, if that's what we got...

What a bunch of slanderous horseshit!

Excuse me.

I'm looking for a hotel called Tesselers.

I'm sorry. You got me.

- It's near Allenville.

- Allenville? You just drove through it.

- Why don't you backtrack and ask there?

- OK, thank you.

You're welcome.

Corinna...

Corinna!

Number three to base. I don't have Corinna.

I want an inventory of all guns,

drugs and cars acquired in New York.

I wanna know how they were

disposed of in Philadelphia.

Was this stuff put back into the community

to establish Dover's street credibility?

I wanna know how many

other agents were involved.

Judge, this is an ongoing operation.

We'd jeopardize agents still in the field.

How can I prove self-defense...

...if I can't show the pressures on the guy or

find out if the guy had shoot-first clearance?

OK. Why don't you bring me all the files?

I'll read them in chambers...

...try to sort out what's privileged

and what's appropriate for discovery.

- I can't do that, Judge.

- What d'you mean? I'm ordering you to.

Either you produce the files

or I dismiss the indictment.

Corinna!

- Corinna!

- Corinna!

Corinna!

Corinna!

Corinna!

Corinna!!

Co...

Corinna!

Corinna!

I wanna be with my mommy.

What did...? Honey!

You guys really weren't putting guns back

on the street just for credibility, were you?

I mean... that was just

an educated guess on my part.

If you try to indict him on anything else

I'll still wanna know where the goodies went.

And you can tell the state prosecutor

the same thing!

You're dropping it?

I don't believe this sh*t.

Well, hell. All right.

- I guess it's up to me.

- You can't be serious.

Why? Cos you don't wanna

jeopardize national security? Huh?

Come on! Whose chain

you think you're yankin' here?

If you guys been doin' sh*t you shouldn't

have been doin', hey, you know...

...that's your problem.

- We're not givin' up any files.

Oh, yeah? Well... we'll see about that.

Come here.

Whaddaya want?

What do I want?

I want a judgeship.

Federal.

Where they got Kilmartin?

Witness protection?

- No. I hear he's still on the street.

- No sh*t?

Live free or die, huh?

OK. Go to Grandma.

I gotcha! I gotcha!

I'll talk to you later.

- Talk to you later too.

- Call Calvin at least.

Why? It's gonna be OK.

Bye-bye.

Where you goin', Daddy?

- Love you.

- OK.

It's me - Calvin. Come on, gimme the gun.

Turn it loose! Gimme the gun.

Politics? What does that mean?

- What does that mean?

- Jimmy, look...

Why... why are you here?

Why are you here?

What'd you come to my house for?

To tell me I got the shaft?

To take my gun away from me?

Hmm. Yeah.

People come to me, say "Jimmy,

we need your help. Please help us." And I do.

But whatever I do, I end up gettin' f***ed.

My family... hangin' by a thread.

What's not gonna happen...

that I'm goin' down.

Gimme somethin', Calvin.

Calvin, gimme somethin', please.

Please.

Help me.

- You wanna get a dog?

- Yeah.

- Gimme two hot dogs. Mustard? Relish?

- Mustard.

I thought you said you were a man of honor.

Shouldn't you be in witness protection?

What's Junior Brown doin' out on the street?

He killed a federal agent.

Sh*t happens.

I don't understand.

You had the murder tape, you had me.

Come here.

What tape?

And who the f*** are you?

You know the worst part about this job?

Dealing with one lowlife CI after another.

It's enough to make you sick.

Well, I guess you won't have to bother

with that any more, huh, Judge?

Where'd you hear that?

Let Junior Brown walk, win yourself a federal

judgeship. At least you don't come cheap.

You know...

...the Junior Browns of the world

will always be with us.

What's one Junior Brown more or less...

...compared to the work that I can do

as a federal judge?

I'm a good goddamn prosecutor,

but I will make a great judge.

Let's see what happens

when I go to the papers.

With what? "F*** with the bull,

you get the horns"? What is he, a matador?

Besides, the last I heard that tape

got ate by the garbage monster.

Jimmy?

You got a phone call.

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