Righteous Kill Page #2

No one at my law firm will know

that l got busted, right?

lt never happened.

Look, Counsel, we all know you

better than this.

You just do this, you stop

shoving that sh*t up your nose,

you go home, you get married,

you have kids,

you never come back here,

and that's that.

Yeah.

Everybody's in position.

- Okay, we're going.

- Yes, sir.

Let's push the signal

back 50%.

Hey, Jessica.

Break a leg.

lt's two flights down.

The door's on the left.

Ring the bell.

Hey, Stubby, why don't you

go and escort our company up here?

Go on, fat boy.

Get it on.

- Good afternoon.

- Hey, Spider.

- l'll be downstairs.

- All right.

- How are you?

- All right, baby,

just checking out this wizard sh*t

before l let my kids watch it.

- You seen this?

- No.

The guy is a stone dealer.

l let my little ones watch this--

they'll all turn out junkies.

You know what l'm saying?

He's got a point.

- You remember Underdog?

- What about him?

That f***ing dog spawned

a generation of junkies.

So you converted the bank

into a club and a recording studio?

- Yeah. You like it?

- Yeah.

What are you talking about?

What did Underdog do

all the time?

He was always shining shoes

and whenever Sweet Polly Purebred

would call out to him,

his dog ears would pick it up

and he'd rescue her.

Yeah, but what did he do

when he needed his super strength?

He'd go to his ring, remember?

Pull out a pill, pop it.

Holy sh*t, you're right.

He was a little f***ing speed freak.

So what's the business?

How about a QP?

You're good for a QP.

The f*** you want with QP?

l'm going skiing with friends,

a lot of friends.

- Where?

- Aspen, Colorado.

Sh*t. l'm sure you can

score one in Aspen.

Not your primo brand.

You ski?

Sure. My whole life.

Come on, l don't have all day.

Why don't you put down your jacket,

stay a little while?

What do you think?

Actually,

l've got to run.

l have a major lPO

closing in an hour, so...

You know, stress will kill you.

You gotta chill out.

l'm as chill as l get.

What do you want to do?

You know, every once in a while...

one of you Upper East Side b*tches

gets popped,

tries to to roll over

on a nigga like me.

You're scared now.

Looks like the cavalry

come to rescue you.

Can l help you, gentlemen?

Yeah, let us in, Spider.

l'm sorry, there's no one here

by that name.

- Let us in.

- We only want to talk to you.

See, l know how to look

and l know where to look.

Come to papa.

lt always hurts the first time.

You all right?

Why wouldn't she be all right?

We're watching TV.

How the f*** is she gonna get hurt

watching TV?

She could have seen or heard

something that scared her.

- Like what?

- Like some big f***ing mutt

shooting his bug fat

f***ing mouth off.

Wasn't nobody here fitting that description

till a minute ago.

l'm gonna show you ugly,

you f***ing mother--

- We've said enough.

- Oh, you finna bring your wife up in here?

That's it. That's it.

Let's go. lt's okay.

- You okay?

- Yeah, l'm okay. l'm okay.

You want your wire back?

Firearm!

No, Stubby, no!

Get down.

Get the f*** down!

Come on.

The fat one's dead.

Well, that went well.

Oh, sh*t, you're bleeding.

l need EMS. Subject shot,

Really, l tried my best.

You're doing just fine, Counsel.

You're doing just fine. Just relax.

Hey, guys, if you ever

need a lawyer...

Yeah, okay.

You bet.

ln good old days

we used to

let the perp bleed out

and call off the ambulance.

- Calm calm calm.

- F***ing lowlife.

You made your point.

You made your point.

Tough little b*tch, ain't you,

kicking a man while he's handcuffed?

Shut the f*** up,

you piece of sh*t.

You think l won't blow

your f***ing head off?

l wouldn't think twice

about it.

l'd go in there,

get the fat boy's gun,

come back here

and put two between your eyes.

Where's EMS?

This thing was a clusterfuck

to end all clusterfucks.

You got nothing.

How about felony murder?

No drugs, right?

So no predicate felony,

no conspiracy,

no nothing.

No felony. No felony.

l can't believe this.

No felony.

How do you spell felony?

Homicide, racketeering, drugs--

l mean, what are we talking about?

Hey, you're lucky

that white girl didn't die.

lAB is gonna interview

both of you

and do a preliminary report

over the next couple of weeks.

Now off the record

you actually didn't violate procedure

because the victim had a firearm

aimed at you,

so if you stick together

you should make it through this.

You'd better get

your story straight too,

'cause l'm not going back to Far Rockaway

because you two f***ed up.

And you're gonna spend some couch time

with the rubber-gun squad.

And you'd better take this shrink seriously

or you'll be off active duty.

That f***ing piece of sh*t

just walks.

Knock it off, Turk.

Relax, partner.

He's gonna get his.

Gentlemen, your questions.

- Who made the decision to enter?

- l did.

- Whose decision was it to enter?

- Mine.

Did you immediately identify yourselves

as police officers?

- Yes, we did.

- Did you immediately identify yourselves?

The informant's position

was becoming untenable.

- We were afraid she was in danger.

- Turns out you were right.

- No f***ing kidding, nine-to-fiver.

- Excuse me, Detective?

Are you finished

with my client?

- They're like Lennon and McCartney.

- Not an inch of daylight between them.

What do you think?

Nothing there.

They endangered the informant.

We can't make them wrong on that.

They saw a gun, they reacted.

They beat the f***

out of the suspect,

but he's not filing charges.

Let's see what the shrink says.

So what are we gonna

do now, Doc?

Are we gonna find out

if l'm sane enough

to carry a gun,

chase bad guys?

Okay, why did you become a cop?

Well, it was New Year's Eve.

lt seemed like a good idea at the time.

l didn't have the same opportunities

you had, Dr. Prosky.

Where l come from

it was either a gun and a badge

or a hard hat and a hammer.

How do you feel

when you fire your weapon?

lt's like Dirty Harry said--

''There's nothing wrong

with a little shooting as long as

the right people get shot.''

And when the wrong people

get shot?

lt sucks, but l'd rather be in it

that out of it.

There's nothing worse

than being stuck on a bench.

How do you feel when you see

innocent people get killed?

You know...

l sort of get numb to it.

Here.

l want you to take this.

Use it to jot down your thoughts,

your questions,

anything you may have noticed

about yourself,

whatever.

l won't ask for it.

Just for you.

l want you to try it.

Sounds like fun.

Harder.

Go, Turk, go!

You got third.

Go go!

Yeah!

Look at that.

You own it. You own it.

No matter what they say

about you,

you're tremendous!

Go go, Turk, go!

Safe.

You dropped the ball.

- A f***ing cheap shot, man.

- Get away from the bag.

- Or what? Or what? Or what?

- Watch the bag.

The NYPD is bubbling

with frustration,

hostility and testosterone,

ready to erupt

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