Narc Page #7

This is it.

This is Calvess' gun.

This is Mike's gun.

What the f*** are you doing

with a dead cop's gun?

Huh? Answer me.

What are you doing

with a dead cop's gun?

- Answer me!

- F*** that, man.

I don't know nothing about no f***ing

dead cop's gun.

This is a police issue

revolver, and it belongs

to a slain officer.

What are you doing with it?

That was not in there.

What?

That f***ing gun wasn't in there.

Shut up!

What are you doing with it?

Huh?

Come on, that's f***ing bullshit.

It's a throwaway.

It's a what?

What'd you say?

- You planted that.

- I planted it?

Is that what you said?

I planted it?

Look at the blood on the barrel.

Look at the dry blood

on the trigger guard.

Look at it!

Who the f*** planted that, huh?

Who planted that?

- Come on, man.

- Who planted that?

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

F***. You two better get

a f***ing goddamn

groove going right here

'cause you're in a

life and death struggle

as of right f***ing now.

I want to talk

to my lawyer!

What did you say?

I want to talk

to my lawyer.

There are no lawyers, dumb f***.

It's just me and you,

and I am in your sh*t

for the duration.

Come on, man.

You know you planted

that sh*t there.

Say one more f***ing thing.

Please say one more f***ing thing.

Please.

In the f***ing trunk.

No, I didn't do it.

In the trunk!

What'd I tell you?

They get dumber every year.

Okay, nice and easy.

Okay?

We'll get this over real quick.

And you're going to tell me,

loud and clear, what happened.

Two months ago, a walking tunnel

off of West Grand...

You found out there was

an undercover cop in the group.

You confronted him,

you overpowered him, and you beat him.

You took his pistol off of him.

You took it,

you pointed it in his skull,

you pulled the trigger

and you killed him.

He died instantly.

That's a f***ing lie.

I lied? Here.

Remember Jimmy Fredricks?

Remember Jimmy Fredricks?

Look at him. Look at him.

Look at him.

Huh? Remember him?

You f***ing remember him?

He was a f***ing junkie, man.

What'd you just say?

He was a f***ing what?

Junkie.

You're bullshit, Darnell.

Come on, man.

We sold that motherf***er every day.

Three or more times a day.

That's f***ing bullshit!

You're f***ing lying!

You're lying!

You found out he was undercover!

You tried to sell him a bad score

hoping it would kill him.

He didn't use, so you shot him!

So you're f***ing bullshit!

You f***ing dealing motherfucking!

That motherf***er used

every day, man! F*** you!

I'm going to kill 'em!

I'm going to kill 'em!

Where you think we got

them f***ing cop guns from?

That motherf***er used

to swipe this sh*t

so he could get high regularly, man.

You lying!

He was a cop!

That was a cop

you killed!

He had a f***ing wife!

He had kids!

Huh, did you hit him?!

Did you? Did you hit him?

He's a f***ing junkie ass addict!

Motherf***er, you know who killed him!

No! Stop!

No, not like this!

No, stop, stop!

No! Stop!

We bring 'em in looking like this,

f***ing civil liberty lawyers

will crucify us.

Listen!

You put them under duress

this bust gets bounced at arraignment.

These two call it as a plant,

and they f***ing walk.

They f***ing walk for good.

Okay?

Come on, we're too close.

There's a kit in the car.

We get it, we roll prints

off the pistol, all right?

You grab it.

I'm going to get on the horn

and call a wagon.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Don't call it in.

We're going to get the

confessions on tape.

Then we call it in.

I want some time alone with these two.

Okay?

All right.

Yeah, okay.

But grab the kit, all right?

Look, we got conclusive guilt,

we got the murder weapon.

It's top-heavy

for a conviction.

I'll go upstairs,

I'll bag whatever peripheral evidence

I can find, yeah.

Let them get

their f***ing sh*t straight.

Yeah.

- Just for a minute.

- Yeah?

This makes no sense

to knuckle down on them right now.

All right.

A brief reprieve, all right?

So suck it up.

Yeah.

Hey, yo, why you got to lock the door?

Yo, man, why you got to

lock the door, man? Sh*t.

There's no f***ing time.

Shut up!

If anything happens

to my daughter, you better...

I don't give a f*** about...

Hey, look me in the eyes.

I know you.

I know you way before with this sh*t.

You that thing fool killed Elvin, man.

How do you know that?

How do you think?

You think Calvess just

blow his own game?

Blow his own spot, man?

What the f*** you talking about?

Who do you think snitched you

out to Dowd about

being a f***ing cop, man?

You think that sh*t fell out

of the f***ing sky or something, man?

Come on, man, he came after you

after Calvess told him

you was 5-0.

He's a cop...

He's a cop.

He's one of me, my man.

What the f*** you think

we making this sh*t up for, huh?

We ain't got nothing

to gain from this sh*t.

They both dead anyway.

Yo, man, you think Calvess

is some kind

of a f***ing saint, man?

That's something he about

the furthest thing from.

That motherfuck...

that motherfuck...

Shut up.

Listen to me.

We have seconds.

Make every single one of them count.

Before he left, he yelled at you.

You yelled back and you said

he knew who killed Calvess.

What's that mean?

That means that your f***ing

partner Oak is dirty, man.

He's f***ing lying to you.

What? What did you say?

- He's lying to you.

- He's lying to me?

Yeah, he's lying.

What's he lying about?

He's lying about what

went down in that tunnel.

About who killed that cop.

Just about everything.

Yo, why you think we still up

in here, man?

It's 'cause he was there.

He was where?

Motherf***er.

In the tunnel.

That morning, Calvess came around,

he told everybody he wanted

to get some get-high.

I told that motherf***er

"You get me up this early,

"this sh*t better be worth my while.

Better have some big money."

You knew him by his real name?

Yeah, he came on

for a couple of weeks.

Said his name was some

Frederick something.

Jimmy Fredricks, yeah, go.

Yeah, but he got strung out, man.

Turned straight b*tch.

Blew his own cover.

So you knew.

Everybody knew he was a cop.

Just like everybody know

that you and a handful

of motherfuckers was cops.

Come on, man.

You know, he kept us

out of his reports.

Tipped us off to

who was getting f***ing raided,

who was getting got.

We kept him high.

You say he supplied you with IDs?

Uh-huh.

He supplied you with police IDs?

All kinds of sh*t, man...

badges, IDs, guns.

Whenever he had no money,

he'd come trade up sh*t.

That morning, that morning,

what was his condition like

that morning?

He wasn't looking too good, man.

Talking all kind of crazy sh*t.

Hands looking all shaky.

So we show up in the morning.

He got no money, nothing to trade.

What the f*** was I supposed to do?

I told him to f*** off, man.

I ain't givin' him sh*t.

But you know,

this motherf***er starts

straight trippin', man.

Talking about he's going to arrest us

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