Raw Deal Page #6

Oh, damn it!

- Come on!

- Get the son of a b*tch!

Come on, man!

Just you and me!

Come on!

Show yourself!

- Now what?

- Call the cops.

- What?

- Call the f***ing cops!

For God's sakes, let it...

Kaminski?

This must be what they mean

by "poetic justice. "

This is... isn't what you think.

I'm with the government.

I set every one

of these guys up, and...

So, back with the bureau, huh?

I didn't know that.

It's, uh...

You know, that whole thing

was such a mistake. You and I...

Because of you,

a lot of people are dead.

And now it's your turn.

No. No.

Resign or be prosecuted.

Any way you want it.

Excuse me.

We're coming through.

Pardon me.

Sh*t!

All right.

Careful. Careful. Watch it.

- Okay, Lenny.

- They said you got room for one more, right?

- Watch your back.

- What do you think Baxter was doing here?

Until I know different,

I gotta assume our leak's just been plugged.

- Pardon the pun.

- What the hell you think happened here?

I think somebody

got very pissed off.

- Who?

- I got a good idea.

Baker, just got a location on the car.

- Give it to me.

- A 1979 Oldsmobile registered to Luigi Patrovita...

moving south on Route 84.

- Should they intercept?

- No. Negative.

- Tell them to track him. Keep

me up on where he is. - Ten-four.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna see

how smart I am.

Get on the plane.

You okay?

- You're not going, are you?

- No.

Then I'm not either.

You're out of excuses,

sweetheart.

There's a quarter million dollars

in that bag.

Win or lose,

it's your choice.

Now get out of here.

You'll be okay,

won't you?

Get going.

I'm glad you didn't

make me chase you.

Too damn tired.

That doesn't surprise me. A hundred years

of police work in a single afternoon.

Always figured

you were one of us.

How many days in a row...

do I have to haul

your butt down here?

Hmm?

Just to watch you

do nothing.

I have no interest...

in becoming

an accomplished cripple.

Now you push me back to my room

or out into traffic. I don't give a sh*t.

Things not so good, Harry?

- I've seen better days.

- Wanna see 'em again?

Wort happen from down here.

So, you used to being back

with the bureau?

Sure.

And back with my wife.

Thank you very much.

Come on, Mark!

Stop fooling around!

Give me...

Give me my chair.

I need your help, Harry.

For what?

Where's my chair?

My reunion with Amy

was a big success.

We just found out

that she's pregnant.

That's great.

That's great.

Give me my chair.

I don't know anything

about being a father, Harry.

I want your help.

I want you to be the godfather.

All right. I'll help.

Now give me the goddamn chair!

- Then walk.

- I can't walk!

Then meet me halfway.

Come on.

I don't have to walk

to be a godfather!

You don't have to walk,

but you have to try like hell.

- I can't!

- Did you ever quit in front of Blair?

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