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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
'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?
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...
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,
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?
blow his own game?
Blow his own spot, man?
What the f*** you talking about?
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
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?
went down in that tunnel.
About who killed that cop.
Just about everything.
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.
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