Righteous Kill

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One

between the eyes!

Two

between the eyes.

- Out!

- What?

- She was safe.

- She was out.

She landed right there.

She's safe.

Aw, come on.

That's enough.

l don't want to hear another word.

- You're gone!

- Yeah, l'm gone.

My grandmother used to take me

to Washington Square Park...

to watch Bobby Fischer

play 10 games at the same time.

Queen me.

He was five-six moves ahead

on each table.

Anyway, he became

the world champ, didn't he?

Then he lost his f***ing mind.

He became a raving paranoid.

Being attacked

from all directions,

he couldn't see

what was in front of him.

Mate. Mate!

My name is David Fisk,

Detective First Grade.

l've been a cop in the NYPD

for over 30 years.

ln that time...

l've killed 14 people.

Run that by me

one more time.

l've killed 14 people.

He's nuts.

When did these things start?

How did they start?

Maybe this one started

with a guy named Charles Randall.

Randall was a child killer.

He killed his girlfriend's daughter

about four years ago.

F*** you, damn a**hole.

He was tried

for the crime,

but was acquitted

by a jury of his peers.

My partner and l

found this unacceptable.

My partner is a good man.

Are you really

gonna do this thing?

Do what?

You're going to

take down Randall

for a homicide

he didn't commit.

What am l gonna do?

You're my partner.

- You're my role model.

- Right.

What am l gonna do

without a role model?

We didn't have

this conversation.

What conversation?

lt got done.

Randall lost his freedom

for the crime he didn't commit.

l lost my faith.

- l'm gonna go.

- Okay.

You can take this

as a confession if you want.

You can take this

as a confession if you want.

Whatever.

A few weeks ago

things heated up.

What do we got on him, Turk?

Marcus Smith, AKA Spider--

big big dope deals,

murders, extortion,

lots of nice things.

He converted

this old abandoned bank

into Club 404 of Harlem.

Maybe when he sees us

he'll confess.

What, you don't believe

in miracles?

When you pick up a check

one day--

one day,

then l'll believe in miracles.

- Let's go. l'm buying.

- Yeah, that's a miracle l want to see.

# We fly high, no lie #

# You hear that?

You know this, balling #

# Foreign rides outside #

# lt's like showbiz,

we in the building #

# We stay fly, no lie... #

This is where he launders

his money.

Oh, yeah,

cleaning green green green.

He's all business.

l gotta take a leak.

Oh, l'll just be a sec.

l'm not peeking.

No problem.

- You guys are so lucky.

- Why is that?

No line to the bathroom and...

you get to pee standing up.

Unzip, psss, zip.

Badda boom badda bing,

you're out of here.

Yeah, the big guy really outdid himself

on this thing.

You want a bump?

Where did you get that from?

Spider. Supremo.

Not bad.

Not bad?

What the f*** were you looking for?

Come on, Turk,

you pulled my hair.

Gee, my little sister used to

pull my hair harder than that.

Whatever.

l gotta go.

- Where the f*** are you going?

- l'm tired.

You're tired?

lt's America, you whiny b*tch.

Why don't you f***ing get in the cab

and do some honest work?

Yeah, she's on her way.

She can't wait to see you.

Rambo the Skateboard Pimp

was my 10th kill.

Think of me as a street-sweeper.

l cleaned up this worthless

piece of sh*t

and left an obituary of sorts.

lt rhymes.

Rooster, we gotta find out

who did this.

Give him a medal.

Hey, Rambo, you see

who did this?

He ain't talking, eh?

Real name Robert Brady.

Bobby Brady. Damn shame.

What are you thinking?

Marcia? Greg?

You guys messing up

my crime scene again?

You don't know

who Bobby Brady is?

Yeah, we met about an hour ago.

- lt looks like close range.

- From the stippling around the wound

l'd say two to three feet away.

We'll be fishing fragments

out of his brains.

- What?

- No, l just got that--

''Marcia? Greg?''

That's a good one, Rooster.

Well, that was quick.

Just trying to keep pace with you.

He trades in sin,

distributes flesh.

He picks the fruit

when it is fresh.

Now someone else

must slap his whore.

His heart has stopped.

He breathes no more.''

What do you want to do

about this?

l say let's make the best of it,

canvass the hookers.

Maybe we'll meet one you like.

Please. l got all l can handle

from you-know-who.

No sh*t?

She's got my sperm level so low

l gotta sit down to take a piss.

Oh, thanks for that picture.

Hey, what can l tell you?

How can l help you, gentlemen?

We'd like to talk to you

about your boss.

He's upstairs.

No, your other boss.

Rambo.

He is a**hole.

Why ''he is a**hole''?

Follow me, please.

You know anybody

who'd want to kill him?

Me.

Anyone else?

Why? He's dead?

Hey, listen, you want to smarten up

and help us out

or am l gonna have to call

somebody at lCE

and have you on the next plane

to kielbasa-land?

Go ahead.

l am American citizen.

Yeah.

Lick my balls anytime.

What?

Call us anytime, you know,

if you hear something, anything.

l think we're looking

for a guy named Sam the Butcher.

Who?

Nah, he's kidding around.

But seriously, Lieutenant,

how far do you want us to go

with this Rambo murder?

l don't know, l was thinking maybe

you could investigate it a bit more,

figure out who did it,

try to put him in jail.

That is, if it doesn't get in the way

of your shuffleboard lessons.

Yeah, no problem.

We're also working this dealer Spider

who's tied to these two stiffs

we found on Fresh Kills.

lf we can nail him, who knows

how far up the ladder it will lead?

So what about it?

l popped this lawyer

with an ounce of blow.

She practically shoved it up my nose.

l got her to flip on him.

Lucky f***, eh?

She scored it from him directly?

- Yeah, she did.

- Good.

Okay, well, get what you can out of her

and kick her loose.

l hate trying to prosecute

f***ing lawyers.

- This isn't Spider's club.

- The back way in.

Yeah, it's an abandoned

linen factory, Jessica.

l guess l'm not your average--

what do you call it?

- Rat?

- Stoolie?

Thanks.

l mean, l think usually

it's some poor African-American kid

or a junkie or a prostitute.

Well, normally 200-grand-a-year

corporate lawyers

are much smarter than your average

African-American junkie whore--

normally, but sometimes

they only think they are.

lt's all set

on this end.

Are you guys sure

it's safe in there?

You tell your girlfriend

to grow a pair and let's go.

What do you say, Counsel?

Are you ready to do this thing?

Yeah, let's get it over with.

Okay, remember what we said?

You go in there,

you wait for him to ask you

for what you need, right?

And then you don't come back here

with less than four ounces.

- Four ounces?

- Yeah.

lsn't that a lot? l, like, buy a couple

of balls at the club, that's it.

You just say you're going skiing and

you need a week's worth of fresh powder.

Yeah, you tell him you're going

on vacation.

l do this thing

and my record's wiped clean?

As a whistle.

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