Righteous Kill Page #7

Wait for the right time,

then fire away.

Not now. Now is not the right time.

Believe me.

You believe me?

Now is not the time.

Uh-huh.

- Please.

- Yeah.

Hey, Turk, l gotta skip tonight.

My class ran late.

But l'll see you

tomorrow, all right?

And l'm sorry about what happened

with you and Lieutenant Hingis today.

lt's gonna be fine.

lt'll blow over.

People are just-- everyone's crazy.

People are overreacting.

All right? Good night.

lt's a cop, it's a cop, it's a cop.

What you got for me, good-looking?

Mark my words, there's a reason

Perez is gunning for me.

Perez is too smart to be that stupid.

For one thing, all that college-boy crap--

that's bullshit.

He did one year at SUNY,

only one year.

No kidding.

They threw him out--

disruptive influence.

And l hear from the 240 he mixed it up bad

with a captain over there.

The guy is a total

f***ing a**hole.

BMW 3 series,

Mercedes CLK-- too light.

BMW 7 series--

the biggest engine.

That's what you have to get.

lf they shoot at you,

you still want

to get the f*** out of there...

Bentley-- very good

because can f*** two prostitutes

in back seat

and mount flame-thrower

on the hood. Da?

Da.

- What about a Cadillac?

- Come on,

the f***ing car can't turn

f***ing corner. Are you kidding me?

You know either one of those

Neanderthals?

The wop is Joe Scianci from Bensonhurst.

He's a mid-level guy.

What about lvan?

Russian guy,

Yevgeny Magulat,

an enforcer for the ltalians,

works with Gambinos a lot.

That sh*t's getting to me.

l know it's getting to you.

Sh*t gets to me too, you know,

but l take it in, l let it out

on my own terms.

l bet you didn't write

one word down

in that little notebook

Prosky gave us.

Of course not. Did you?

Yeah, it's great.

lt helps me put things in perspective.

You know what l'm saying?

Write it down, get it out.

- You should try this.

- Let's have a look.

What, are you kidding me?

Oh, come on, come on.

This belongs to me-- private.

- You don't want to let me see?

- Close to my heart. No, sir.

l just got sick

of the whole f***ing game--

run around looking for clues,

making arrests,

write reports, testify, cut deals.

lt was all just so much

f***ing bullshit.

Detective--

Then it all got real simple.

Yeah, Detective Perez here.

Hey, brother, what's up?

l hate scumbags. l like shooting people.

What was l giving up?

Hey, look, l set the meeting up

with Rooster first thing tomorrow.

Come on, you gotta be fast, man.

l don't want Turk getting wind of anything.

A retirement party and a gold watch?

A handshake from the mayor

and my name on some f***ing plaque?

Big f***ing deal.

lt's better this way.

Now everybody knows

who l was and where l stood.

Hey, it's me.

Listen, l think somebody

followed me here-- home.

He's outside right now.

Can you come over or--?

Just call me back, okay?

All right.

Don't move.

- Come on, open up.

- Turk?

l just called you.

Put the gun down.

There's a car following me.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

Have you got

something to tell me?

About what?

Trager, Randall.

Did you sneak

into my apartment?

What are they doing

on your computer?

l was checking

all the links in the case.

Are you hiding something

from me?

Huh?

l just received this-- this poem.

A poem?

Not worth mentioning, huh?

The handwriting

doesn't even match.

lt's a fake.

Did you write it?

Did you write it?

What the hell is going on here?

You're spending a lot of time

with Perez, aren't you?

Yeah, l've been working the case.

What, are you jealous?

Can l trust you?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Get me anything and everything

that you can find out

about Perez or Riley,

what they know about me.

Everything.

Karen, don't play me.

l am leaning much further

into saying that it is a cop.

Tell you what-- l'm moving

past the leaning stage

and l'm moving towards the

l-know-for-sure-it's-a-f***ing-cop stage,

considering how expertly

he shot the sh*t out of my house.

Oh my God.

Are you hurt?

Am l hurt? Am l hurt?

He wants to know if l'm hurt.

Actually, he's dead.

- His name is Magulat.

- The guy we saw at Salerno's.

Yeah, he's in intensive care

at St. Luke's.

They think he's the guy

- chopped off Yakov Pearlstein's head.

- What do you think?

You think he's a victim,

or could he be our suspect?

l don't know, but either way

l think it's gonna be fun.

Doctor, what's the story?

He's one of the toughest human beings

l've ever come into contact with.

We took six bullets

out of him.

Six? Whoo!

Three from the night he was wounded,

three from previous shootings.

The man is a tank.

Do you mind if l talk to him

a little bit?

His jaw's wired shut,

but go ahead.

That's okay. l'll ask the questions.

He can just grunt.

Hey, Yevgeny.

Wake up.

That's it. Wake up,

you big f***ing grizzly bear.

You don't speak Russian?

Swoboda. Swoboda. Swoboda.

Ron.

l'm thinking this Russian killing machine

could be our first eyewitness.

Wake up, gugumuck.

You can tell us who did this to you.

Detective, l think that's enough.

Then you could tell us where you put

Yakov Pearlstein's head.

security detail

on a patient Magulat,

M-A-gulat,

St. Luke's in the lCU.

# l wake up in the morning... #

ls this the number to call

to report a case of police brutality?

- Cat got your tongue?

- Out on bail again?

What, you think you can scare me,

little b*tch? What do you want?

Be careful, Detective.

My taxes pay your salary.

You don't pay any f***ing taxes,

you lowlife piece of sh*t.

- Get to the point, come on.

- One of your vics, Trager,

stole a whole lot of guns

down South.

Same guns are turning up

on your murder scenes.

So it's simple--

find stolen guns,

you got your guy.

So you know the guy?

Do you know if there's a cop out there

who might be a danger to the public?

l couldn't live with myself

if l just stood by and didn't say anything.

Look, l'm gonna give you

two seconds more. Give me yes or no.

Do you know the guy?

And when do l meet you to talk about it?

Friday, 9:
00 PM, at my club.

l'll be there.

Man, there's dumb

and there's dumber,

but this is the motherfucking dumbest

right here, man.

Easy, son, easy.

lt's gonna be easy for you.

All you gotta do is be bait, that's all.

Be a little sardine for us, all right?

You help us-- we got you covered.

Your club doesn't get hassled

and you don't have a revolving door

in and out of jail.

Do we have a deal or not?

Yeah, but your boy come in here

and go Hannibal Lecter on my ass,

l don't want no Jodie f***ing Foster

coming through the door.

l want the goddamn

Marine Corps, man.

# Since Color Me Badd was singing

''l wanna sex you up''... #

Evening, Detective.

You want one? lt's sh*t,

but it's better than nothing, right?

As soon as l heard

the f***ing Russian didn't die

l knew things would never

be the same.

l had to change the rules,

the strategy.

l had to be bold, do something

that could never be undone.

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