Out for Justice
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 91 min
- 2,406 Views
What's up?
Nothing.
You don't work for me no more?
Yeah. Didn't I just say I was
going to get his money?
B*tch, I don't work for
the phone company.
I don't do this sh*t long distance.
Bring your ass here.
Do I look like I just fell off
a turnip truck, b*tch?
You know, Bobby, you been acting kind
of strange lately. You all right?
Just a few personal problems.
It's taken care of.
What kind of problems?
I'll straighten it out.
You sure?
Absolutely.
What's he doing?
He's beating this girl.
We got a $3 million hit
about to go down over here.
You don't like it, turn your head.
Come on, Gino.
Guys, we're coming in.
Gino's blowing it.
Let's go.
I'm pregnant!
You pregnant? You let some trick
get you pregnant?
Ain't you ever heard of a rubber?
This motherf***er hit me.
I'm scared I'll lose my baby.
You wop motherf***er!
What the f*** you doing?
You talking to me?
Who the f*** you think you are?
You like to beat up on f***ing women?
Beat up on me.
Yeah, that's right.
You're bad.
I know where you live, motherf***er.
I'll f*** your wife and kids...
Gino, you son of a b*tch!
I got some unfinished business
to take care of.
It'll be over by the end of tonight.
Stick by me,
all that money's yours.
That's a lot of money.
We stuck with you through
worse for free.
Mommy, can I get a hot dog?
No, honey.
Forget about it, okay?
If you eat a hot dog now,
you'll ruin your dinner.
Also, do me a favor.
Keep your sneakers clean tonight.
No dirt, no puddles.
We got a party tonight.
Let's go in here to get some stuff.
Bobby, I'll take the kids.
How's that feel, Bobby?
You ain't laughing now.
How you doing?
Good.
Dad, can we play catch or what?
You finish your homework?
No? And you still want
to play catch with me?
Go get your stuff.
Thank you.
Stop the car.
Give me the pipe.
Doing a cop right in the street!
- Give me the pipe, and make it hot!
- It's already hot!
I got news for you.
It'll get a lot hotter
before the f***ing night's over.
Move the goddamn car!
What are you doing?
Get in the car!
What's the matter with you?
He'll do her.
- A**hole.
- A**hole?
What are you looking at?
You got the mitt. I got the ball.
Get the bat.
Let's go. Let's go.
- Gino?
- Yeah.
- Can you get down to the precinct?
- I'm with the kid. Why?
Bobby Lupo was shot on 18th Avenue
in front of his wife and kids.
Oh, my God!
I'm sending you a car.
Vick, I gotta send Tony over right now.
Damn you and the department! He waits
a month for one weekend with you.
I know, but Bobby just got shot.
Oh, my God!
Laurie and the kids were with him
over on 18th Avenue.
I'll be right over.
Send Tony to my parents' house.
I'll pick him up afterwards.
Get them out of here, Vick.
Please, get them out of here.
You sure you want to see this?
Give him some room, will you?
Come on!
Check with people.
See if there are any witnesses.
All I got is this
fruit-and-vegetable guy.
I'm real sorry, Gino.
It was Richie Madano.
Laurie said Richie got out of the car
and just stepped up. Bang!
The grocer said he tossed something,
like a card. We didn't find nothing.
We know every Mob operation.
We'll squeeze them to give him up.
You do that. But it's me who'll
find this f***ing guy. You know that.
You and Vicky...
Forget about it.
The divorce goes through this month.
How'd it happen?
Richie Madano.
Dope dealer, dope user...
He's a guy Bobby
and Gino grew up with.
We don't know why he'd kill Bobby.
Captain.
Wait a second.
- Are you all right?
- No, I'm not! He was my best friend.
He just pulled a woman
out of a car...
...and blew her brains out.
It looks random.
Three of his crew were with him.
One has a tattoo on his neck.
I know him. That's Bochi.
He's a piece of sh*t.
He's got a sheet as long as my arm.
We got a city-wide out,
every officer.
We got A.L.'s at the airports,
trains, buses...
This guy won't run.
He'll sneak and hide,
but he won't leave Brooklyn.
I'll feed you every
dope-digging dive he's got.
Just give me an unmarked
and a shotgun.
Gino, you're too close.
Let other cops do it.
I know this guy
better than anybody else.
I know the neighborhood
better than the other cops do.
- Be careful, will you?
- You know me.
- Get the son of a b*tch.
- I'll do what I can.
Why won't this man run?
You never understood nothing
about the neighborhood.
No, I guess not.
You kill a cop on 18th Avenue in front
of witnesses, you're gonna die.
The difference is, this guy wants
to die in his own neighborhood.
Why can't you all piss on a tree
to mark your territory?
Don't worry. I'll be at the divorce
hearing on time, in one piece.
I'll pick up Laurie and the girls
and bring them to our house.
Get it over with
so we can finish this.
Find Richie Madano before the cops do,
and bring him to me here!
What about Gino?
Stay away from Gino.
Leave him alone.
Come on, go!
Sammy, how are you?
What are you doing here?
You still comb your hair
like a girl.
- How are you?
- Good.
Everything all right?
Gino, I'm sorry what happened.
My sincere regrets.
Comes from my heart.
In front of a man's family.
It's inhuman.
Worse than that.
He's not with us.
You know we never let nobody
do anything like this.
If you or one of your people...
...catch this guy...
...he gets what?
Seven to ten, maybe.
If we're lucky.
Gino, this man disgraced me. And you.
He spilled an innocent man's blood
in front of his family!
And on my sidewalk!
Gino, you know our ways.
He must be dealt with by us.
But I promise you...
...I will teach this man the price
of our blood.
...God forbid I find him
before you do...
...you know what I'll do.
Think about it.
All right, Gino?
Patch me through to Doz.
10-4. Switching over.
- Go ahead, talk to me.
- Ronny, listen.
Vittorio doesn't know nothing.
If he does, he won't tell me.
I'm sending over O'Kelly and some guys
from the OCCB. Keep in touch.
- I'll keep you posted.
- Watch your ass.
"Kill 'em all. Let God sort them out."
Tough guy.
Please, God...
...let me run into this guy someday.
I heard what happened.
Hope you get the son of a b*tch.
Me too. Give me a six-pack
of seltzer, will you?
Six dead Washingtons, brother.
We're gonna call him Coraggio.
You see anything, you drop a dime.
How's your mother?
Thank God.
You wanna f***?
Oh, my God.
Did you hear what she said?
What'd she say, my man?
What'd she say?
I'm at Sunset Park and 3rd.
Richie's clients are all down here.
Ain't it the truth.
I'm looking for two hotshots for backup!
Anybody got the balls?
Anybody got the balls?
How about you?
You got the f***ing balls?
I got the balls.
Now you got the bread.
It's Gino!
Get in the f***ing car!
Back up!
Go!
Get the f*** out of the way!
Make a right!
I'm trying to lose him!
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