Righteous Kill Page #9

l owe you this explanation, pal.

Why are you telling me now?

lvan the Terrible

is gonna wake up pretty soon

and he's gonna lD me.

Evening, Detective.

You want one? lt's sh*t,

but it's better than nothing, right?

l can just walk right in here.

Your partner's asleep. Step outside.

Did l ever pick

the wrong f***ing Russki to shoot?

Now we're going off the record.

Uh, l'm going to take the rap

for the Randall gun thing.

You saw that.

l mean, considering

the circumstances, why not?

No need to thank me.

That business about not being me--

Yeah.

l don't get that.

Well, you're a great cop, Tom.

l mean, you were the one

l aspired to all my life

and could never be.

Then you broke the law,

planted the gun on Randall,

let me down.

l lost my faith.

That's when it all started.

And once it did,

l couldn't stop.

Finally,

l didn't want to.

So l did my own thing.

And you know what? ln the end

it got done.

The scum went down.

And that's it. That's that.

l don't understand

a word you said,

- don't understand any of it.

- l know you don't, Tom.

As soon as l heard

the Russian didn't die

l knew l had to change the rules,

do something that could

never be undone.

l went for the unforgivable.

No.

So what am l gonna do, my friend,

partner? Arrest you?

At some point l gotta call it in.

We're a team.

We were.

Yeah, we were, a great team.

That was yesterday, Dave.

Today--

today you're pointing a gun at me.

But it hasn't gone off yet.

Bye, Tom.

- Where are you going?

- l don't know.

To hell, l suppose.

- Hey, Dave, Dave.

- Whoa.

Don't come closer!

- You wouldn't.

- You want to bet your life on it?

Come on, partner, l know you.

You wouldn't.

But l would.

Oh.

Karen, just take it easy.

- Can't get me out of your mind?

- Shut up, Dave.

You're gonna defend

this lowlife piece of sh*t?

- Boy, l'm in your head.

- l'm not defending him. Take it easy.

F*** you, Turk.

Put the gun down, Fisk.

- And if l don't?

- Dave.

- How about l blow your brains out?

- Ooh, l like the sound of that.

- Don't move.

- Karen.

You blow me away, Turk dies.

ls that your idea?

l said don't move, you prick.

Bye-bye!

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Stay here.

Oh, man.

F***.

These old locks--

l mean, they're good.

Dave, you've got to end

this thing.

End it?

Put the gun down.

What's your plan?

Are you gonna arrest me?

Are you gonna take me down

to the precinct, book me,

fingerprint me,

body-cavity-search me?

What the f***

are you gonna do?

wheel me out on the ''Geraldo'' show,

a freak of the week?

Or better yet, an in-depth

psycho profile on ''Oprah''?

Are you ready for that?

lt ain't gonna fly, man.

Dave, you give me no choice.

You got a choice-- l escape.

Would you do that for me, Tom?

Would you let me escape?

Come on, don't do this.

l'm gonna make a run for it.

What do you think?

You gotta do the right thing.

That's a 10-10, partner--

shots fired, suspect fleeing.

Let's go!

Come on, don't go there.

Hey, partner, come on.

Shots fired.

- Don't do this.

- Suspect fleeing,

resisting arrest. Come on.

A righteous man

Before me stands,

A hero in these filthy lands.

A brother in arms,

ln heart are you.

l was really hoping

You'd get it too.

- l do get it.

- No, you don't.

No, l get it.

You know, the only thing

in this life

that ever gave me

any satisfaction

was killing those fucks.

So this is for real.

l mean,

this one is bad.

Officer down.

l ain't going anywhere, Tom.

l ain't going anywhere.

lt's okay.

Officer down, 10-1 3.

Hurry hurry hurry.

- 10-4, 4 squad...

- Tom, don't. Don't.

- Officer down. ETA six minutes.

- Don't.

Don't.

Don't.

Central.

Go ahead, 4 squad.

That's a 10-55 on the bus.

Cancel the ambulance.

Cancel the ambulance.

- You sure on that?

- Sure on that.

You did this, you know.

l know, partner, l know.

We did good, Tom.

Tom, Tommy.

We did good. We did good.

You're a good man, Tom.

You're a good man.

l wish you--

l wish you

continued success.

Some piece of work, your partner.

Lights.

Look, Cowen,

the way we see it,

Detective Fisk just closed the door

on the poetry boy.

Good. Whatever you say.

Are we done?

Yeah, we're done.

My daughter called.

She was upset about Rooster

and worried about me.

She asked me if l was likely

to do something stupid

and l said, ''Like what,

take anger management classes

or retire?''

l said l was gonna do

the same old thing l always do.

She said, ''Good.

What else could you do?''

l said, ''Right.''

A real chip off the old block,

my daughter.

She said l was a cop

and a good one.

Funny-- Rooster said

the same thing.

Okay, guys,

let's get ready to play ball.

On the count of three.

Everybody in?

One, two, three, explosion!

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