Out for Justice Page #2

Too much weight in the car!

If you don't lose this cocksucker,

I'm going to pop you first.

This guy's good.

Having fun yet, guys?

Lose this f***ing guy!

You want to drive this f***ing car?

Shut the f*** up, you hear me?

Shut the f*** up!

I'll get him.

This is where we lose him.

This is our break!

Hang on!

Holy sh*t!

Get out of the way!

We haven't lost him yet.

Let's take him for some pork chops.

Back up!

Give me the merch and the bullets.

- Do what he f***ing says.

- Let's get out of here.

All right, here he is.

I want you to hang this motherf***er

on a hook, you hear me?

I got some scores to settle.

You three come with me.

Let's go!

Hang him up by a hook!

They'll cut him a new ass!

Come get some!

Bust his head!

Richie's a bad guy. My friends don't

like him, and yours don't either.

You hang with the wrong people.

Sh*t.

This is for you, motherf***er!

Don't be a bad guy.

What you want to shoot me for?

Don't be a bad guy.

Be a nice guy, all right?

- Have you seen the news?

- Why?

This f***ing jerk Madano

was on the news again.

Made him out to be a wiseguy.

And they connected him to us.

That piece of sh*t couldn't be

a gangster if he owned New York City.

Get him.

We can't stand this publicity.

I'll get him.

You got any puppy dog food?

Right here.

I got anything you want.

I got this stuff here.

That's good.

Looks like he needs some of this.

None of this is from Jersey?

I don't want no radioactive stuff.

I don't blame you.

What are you doing down here?

How you doing?

It's okay.

- I heard you got your license.

- What'd I get, a dog license?

I heard you just got your button.

You're still the dirtbag criminal.

You know how many cops

make my guys look like altar boys?

Ain't it the truth.

Sad world we live in.

Hey, Lucky, it's our world.

It's our system...

- What, I gotta hear this again?

- Come on, we gotta do this.

Ever since we was little...

...I never, ever tried to, you know...

...act like I was better than you

at anything. And I never was.

You called me lucky. I wasn't lucky.

It was just deep desire.

I was always willing to do

whatever it took to get the job done.

You know, this thing...

You think it's the department. I don't

give a f*** about the department.

This, to me, is personal.

You'll never change.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, f*** me!

Where is he?

- I don't know.

- You haven't seen or heard from him?

Come on, he's my brother.

I'll see him sooner or later.

He's out of his mind,

sniffing that crap.

I knew this would happen.

I'll call you, on my mother's eyes.

Find him. Otherwise, next time we

come here, you're coming with us.

I need that.

I need this sh*t, right?

Nicki, coffee.

He's not here.

Mr. Madano, how's your health?

I said, he's not here.

I believe you.

But if you won't mind,

I'd like to talk to you.

He killed Bobby in front

of his wife and kids.

What did Bobby do to him?

Bobby didn't do nothing.

What did the police do

to make him crazy?

Two blocks over,

he just killed another woman.

Something make him crazy.

Bobby's children watched Richie

kill their father.

You know as well as I do...

...Richie was always into bad things,

even as a kid.

But never crazy like this.

He's on drugs now.

He's lost his mind.

Now if you've seen Richie...

...or you know something I don't,

you better tell me.

When I came here...

...I got a job repairing the subway.

Same house, same job ever since.

I come home for dinner every night.

Almost 50 years.

And you don't believe me?

I believe you.

And even then,

when I was a punk kid...

...I believed you and you believed me.

How can I keep you

from killing my son?

You tell Richie to get a lawyer.

Have him turn himself in.

If not...

...I'm going to kill him.

"Just...

...in time..."

Open the door.

How you been doing?

Rica, I ain't seen you around

in a while, you know?

What'd you do,

retire or something?

I guess you could say I retired.

I got a job at the video store.

- Just trying to get back to normal.

- Normal?

What do you mean by "normal"?

What'd you do, Rica? What'd you do?

Did you just say no?

What are you, what's-her-name,

Nancy-f***ing-Reabush?

No, Rich, it's not like that.

You wouldn't "just say no" to me,

would you?

How you doing?

Hey, Officer Big Shot,

come to bust my balls?

This here is a detective!

In what, narcotics now?

- That's right.

- I want you all to be very nice.

Tell this mamaluke

anything he wants to know.

Vinnie, come over here.

You shouldn't talk to me that way.

We don't know each other so good.

You were still sucking your thumb

when Richie was sucking d*cks.

You shouldn't talk so tough.

If Richie was here,

you wouldn't talk that sh*t.

But he's not here.

You know why he's not here?

Because he's a chicken-sh*t

f***ing p*ssy a**hole.

Don't go pushing my patrons around,

you prick!

Prick? Look around.

Is this the setting for profanity?

F*** you!

Benny the Book.

How are you, buddy?

You wouldn't be here using Ma Bell

for illegal means?

Bookmaking's an illegal activity.

You also wouldn't know Richie owns

this place and sells narcotics here...

...because he's a f***ing puke

who likes to pervert kids.

Nobody uses drugs around here.

You don't know nothing, do you?

Anybody seen Richie?

Anybody know why

Richie did Bobby Lupo?

I don't know cazzo.

Big man with a badge and gun.

What's the password, a**hole?

What are you doing here?

- You're Vito's friend.

- I got lots of friends.

You jump around a little bit.

Is that it?

Who's this one over here,

your girlfriend?

- You know what?

- What's that?

Someday your mouth is going to get

your body in a lot of trouble.

- Where you from, finocchio?

- Attica.

You couldn't be from Brooklyn.

We don't talk like that.

Tattoo, this guy's nothing

without that badge and gun.

You can't come back here.

Get the f*** out of here!

What do we got here?

What is this sh*t?

Whose hot dog is this?

Yours?

Without that badge,

they'd take your head off.

Get the f*** out of here!

I noticed a lot of

boxing memorabilia.

We got some gloves over here.

Pictures everywhere.

- Who's the boxer?

- Me.

You're the boxer? You a tough guy?

- Tough enough.

- Really? What could you do?

To you?

Vinnie, I'm starting to

get in a bad mood.

Maybe it's a mood swing, my hormones,

or my need to impose my will.

I want you tell these finocchi

to get on the f***ing table.

Tell them to get up on

the f***ing table.

Are you totally nuts?

You could've killed somebody upstairs!

- Nobody's upstairs!

- How would you know?

Did you bust in the joint?

I don't recall.

The only balls he has

is that badge and gun.

Let me show you something.

Here's my gun!

Fair game now, okay?

And here's my badge!

This is your trophy.

This is your trophy, okay?

Come and get me.

Tell your cetrioli

to come and get it.

I offer $5,000 for

that badge right now.

Anybody see Richie?

Anybody know why

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