Narc Page #9

I am so far from f***ing with you.

You're pointing a gun in face.

You're threatening my life.

I'm going to take your life.

Gun and shield on the ground, now.

You're a f***ing lie.

You just wanted me

to back your bullshit.

Sell your story so you could

railroad those poor pricks...

Pulled her out

of all that sh*t, didn't you?

You just couldn't afford

to break her heart again.

You just couldn't do it.

I get it, man.

I get it.

He was a f***ing addict.

I mean, how long before he

started pimping her out, right?

It's all hopeless, right?

Everything you did was hopeless,

didn't matter.

You just took this case

so you could bury it...

Oh, good. Yeah...

kill me.

Kill me just like you killed him.

Come on, buddy.

I'm going back in there

and finish this up.

Come on.

Go home.

Come on.

Ow!

This bullshit's over.

Destroyed his life, his family.

You f***ed it all up.

So now you two are going to tell me

that you killed him.

No other warrants.

He identified himself.

He attempted to make an arrest.

You overpowered him, and you shot him.

Say it.

You say it, and you get out of here.

You think I'm f***ing with you?

You think I'm f***ing with you?

You think I'm f***ing with you?

You ready to talk?

You ready to talk?

This is Calvess' gun.

This is his gun.

This is the gun

that you used to kill him.

See it? See the gun?

Take it.

Take it in your hand.

With his gun!

Now you are going to tell me calmly.

Remember, I got two bullets left.

One for this head...

Lieutenant...

Do you understand?

Drop your weapon.

Say it. Say Calvess.

Step away from the suspect!

I will shoot you where you stand!

I... killed... Calvess!

Say it! Say it.

Shut up!

Shut up!

- Say it!

- I killed Calvess.

Don't you f***ing

leave me with this, Oak.

Don't you f***ing do that.

I need to know.

I need to know,

'cause there was no bust.

There was no f***ing bust.

You killed him.

You were there to f***ing kill him.

That's what you did.

Tell me. Tell me.

You knew what he was.

You knew what he was.

You planted the f***ing guns.

You used the junkies.

I know you f***ing did,

and you killed him.

You got to f***ing tell me that.

Open your f***ing eyes

and tell me that.

- They ruined him.

- Who?

They made him that way.

They made him a junkie.

The department...

takes everything.

The pension.

Everything.

The family gets nothing.

Kathy gets nothing.

That's not what I want.

I want you to f***ing

tell me the truth.

You tell me the f***ing truth.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Do not

f***ing go!

Tell me!

F*** me.

Shut the f*** up.

F*** you, man.

I will bust your f***ing sh*t!

Right here, Jack.

What the f***?

Motherf***er.

Oh!

Give me the gun.

What the f*** are you

doing here, man, huh?

What you doing, Mike?

What the f*** you doing?

- I'm taking you out.

- No.

I'm taking you out, Mike.

I'm getting you help.

I don't want f***ing help.

No, you are not taking me anywhere!

I'm not going out.

You're high right now.

Look at me.

You know what you're doing to Kathy?

You know what you're doing

to the girls, Mike?

You know what they mean to me,

and you're f***ing that up!

You're pissing away

your entire life, Mike.

I won't have it!

I won't have it!

I heard about this,

and I f***ing waited.

I ignored it.

Why Kathy didn't tell me,

I have no idea,

but that's it, it's over.

I'm sorry I took so goddamn long,

but it's over.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Mike.

Oh, my God.

Mike.

Mike?

Mike?!

Mike!

Jesus. Jesus Christ...

Oh, Mike.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

For all those who wanna analyze me

For all those who wanna analyze me

Starts off in the hips,

and move to the lips

For all those who wanna analyze me

My mother committed suicide

when I was four or five

I love Mike-O

was killed by a psycho

But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow

'Cause we be tomorrow

For all those who wanna analyze me

For all those who wanna analyze me

My mother committed suicide

when I was four or five

I love Mike-O

was killed by a psycho

But I'm not sad or sorry

'Cause we be tomorrow

Next month, next week

I guess I'm weak, I guess I'm weak

But I'm not sad or sorry

Train passes where they prosecute

So be careful where you tread

'Cause we be tomorrow

It's a land mine, baby

Suicide when I was four or five

Don't go losing your head,

just remember our love

Mike-O killed by a psycho

Sad or sorry...

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