McCanick Page #2

So that's it. You think

this Weeks guy's up there?

I doubt it,

but let's see if this f*** stick

can lead us to him.

Hold on.

I better go alone.

I know these guys.

Need to get a f***ing housekeeper.

For this?

Yeah, look at this sh*t.

There's fluking... what is that?

you're the one with the short hair.

What is this? His is a f***ing twig.

Who is it?

I'm selling chocolate.

So. F*** off.

Let me in.

Chocolate. Give me a f***ing break.

Yo, come on, man.

They got kit kats and sh*t.

Jesus f***.

You f***ing kidding me?

hey, Carl.

Been a long time.

Sit down, fat f***.

You ain't going nowhere.

Louie, what a surprise.

Have a seat, Louis.

Sit. Sit.

Carl, pass me the bag.

Uh, bag of what?

Bag of coke.

It ain't coke.

F*** is this?

Is this f***ing aspirin?

Oh, and I thought you guys

were making it big.

Something funny, you fat f***?

You wonder why you're so f***ing fat.

Try throwing a ball,

play some games, hopscotch,

duck duck goose.

Tag.

Love tag.

Oh, I got a better game.

Yeah, I got a great game.

hey, fat f***, come here.

Join us.

Sit here.

Okay, you fellas,

you ever play...

You ever play spin the pistol?

Okay.

Mm.

Louis?

F***.

Your turn.

What do you hear from Weeks?

Who?

Who?

I... I don't know.

I met him once.

Huh?

I don't know that guy.

Huh?

Oh.

Oh.

you're pretty tough.

Staring at a nutso cop.

you're tough.

Yeah, I'm tough.

Yeah.

Yo, Louis.

Take my gun.

What?

Go ahead. It's all right.

Pick up the f***ing gun.

Nice piece, huh?

You ever hold a colt .45?

It's heavy...

And delicate...

It's like a newborn baby.

But you gotta be careful...

'Cause newborns

they got a soft spot.

And you push too hard on the soft spot,

you do damage.

Point it at fat f***.

Name ain't fat f***.

I don't give a sh*t what his name is.

Point the piece.

Point the piece.

You don't want fat f***'s brains

all over your shitty-ass apartment, do you?

Oh, no-no-no. you're not

doin' it right. Now...

Come here. Come here.

Now, I told you.

Right?

Delicate.

Okay?

Gentle, like a baby.

All right? Okay.

So...

Weeks.

I don't know.

Mah!

F***!

Where is he?

I just said that I don't know!

Mah! Fat f***, you stay f***in' put!

Come on, McCanick!

Leave him alone!

Weeks, Weeks.

Where the f*** is he? Boom!

I...I saw him last week. He's clean!

Where?

The old neighborhood.

Thanks, gentlemen.

Good game.

Roach coach.

On Cecil B. and 19th.

Enjoying your salad?

It ain't f***in' salad.

It's crudite.

What the f***, what is that?

German? Crudite.

It's French.

What the f*** you reading, anyway?

Well, it's just this, uh...

It's a book on management.

What kind of management?

I dunno. You know like, uh...

Like how to supervise

large groups of people,

companies, departments.

You know? Whatnot, and stuff like that.

I probably should've

read something like that.

It's good you're readin' that book.

Oh, yeah?

It's good for a kid like you.

Oh. just like clockwork.

I hate pawnshops.

They are the unwiped a**holes of commerce.

That is a horrible image.

Yeah.

Now, who is, who is the twinkie?

Uh, think the name is "Gubb."

One of the guys?

What guys?

The f***ing... the Russians. You know?

That f***ed up the...

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yes.

Yes, yes, yeah. Probably.

Let's nab the f***er.

We gotta tail him.

You got him? Yeah, he's up here.

Come on, little minivan.

Well, f***in' pass this guy.

How am I gonna pass him?

Where am I gonna pass him?

Well, f***ing go around!

Go around? Like on the f***in' sidewalk?

Or go over him?

Where the hell am I gonna go?

Do you see him?

Yeah-yeah, he's still there.

He's still there.

Oh, come on, little minivan lady.

Will you just go?

Will you just go, go, go-go-go?

I hate these f***ing minivans.

Go back to the suburbs, would ya?

I hate your f***in' car.

I hate your f***in' kids.

Look it. A car full of f***in'

suburban soccer kids.

I hate 'em.

just a ray of sunshine, aren't ya?

Anything else you don't hate?

Jerry Lewis.

That's random. Jerry Lewis?

Jerry Lewis is not random.

Like, seriously, man.

I-I had no idea it was your birthday today.

So I could... I could just

get out of this potluck thing.

Nope. Can't make it. Got plans.

You f***in' dog!

That's... that's what the suit's about, huh?

You got a date tonight, don't you?

No, I don't got a hot date!

It's my kid.

He finally hit you back?

He actually wrote me a little note.

He took his time about it, but...

I'm taking him to Barclay.

That is great, man. That's really great!

Yeah.

Did he, uh...

Did he get his placement yet?

Yeah. He's gonna be at the 26th.

Really? Yeah.

Your brother's district.

Right.

Good with that?

I don't know.

Sometimes you just...

You gotta let go.

How so?

I never wanted this for him.

None of it.

He just got sucked into

my old man's bullshit.

All he cared about was the f***in' bars.

"You need to get bars!"

You ain't worth sh*t without any.

There may not be bars on my chest,

but I have done things on this job.

I booked more multiples

my first year in homicide than any...

Any detective in the department.

And that...

F***in' means somethin'.

Absolutely.

But... it don't matter.

If Chris wants that,

let him have it.

It's his life, not mine.

I was not a good father.

And I owe him.

But... I'm gonna make it right with him,

because there's still time.

I can show him what kind of father I can be.

Startin' tonight.

Well, Mack, that's... that's...

That's admirable.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

God, those are the guys.

What do we have here?

Simon Weeks.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, look at this.

Wait.

Good boy, Louis.

Now get lost.

All right.

Wait, wait, wait.

You call backup, they scatter.

Mack, come on.

No, no, no, I'm gonna go up.

You... you sit on 'em down here.

They make a move, you nab 'em.

I really want to call this in.

Floyd, trust me. Trust me.

I know how these kind of guys work.

They so much as hear a mouse,

they squeeze through any f***in' crack.

All right? Don't call it in.

Tall guy with a hoodie just came in here?

Yeah. He went to 1001.

Promised me I wouldn't find you here again.

I just needed money for dinner, man.

You made me a promise.

That doesn't change anything.

Take off your clothes.

And just get in the f***in' shower.

Yeah, bro. See you later!

F***ing idiot. What the f***?

hey, I'm... I'm so sorry.

I don't give a sh*t!

You like raping little girls, huh?

You f***ing pedophile.

F*** is wrong with you?

You know what?

Take it up with your little boy, your buddy,

when he comes back down in a minute.

What buddy?

Oh, what buddy?

Your buddy, Simon Weeks.

F*** you talking about?

Looking for Simon?

What the f***?

McCanick, it is your partner!

Answer your phone!

you're McCanick's partner?

So what?

What'd he tell you?

You were coming after Weeks for a collar?

hey, shut the f*** up.

Weeks never killed nobody.

I don't care. I don't f***in' care.

Your partner framed him for that

dead congress dude, or whatever.

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