Shakedown

You looking

for something, my man?

I'm looking for lightning.

Got ups, got downs,

got smiles, got frowns.

Got smoke, got blow.

Take you anywhere you wanna go.

I only have big bills.

That's cool.

Got plenty change.

Could you turn off that box?

I really hate rap music.

Sure, my man.

Thank you, man.

Call 54.

1091 Central Park West, 53rd K.

Car 54 K.

Cuff him, cuff him!

Where the f*** are you going?

I'm gonna help that young man over there!

F*** him, take care of this one first!

This one's dead!

Would you get the f***ing

handcuffs off him?

Hey f*** your goddamn!

Take it easy, man.

Get him to the hospital!

Police

officer Patrick O'Leary

was shot late last night in Central Park.

The Mayor and the Police

Commissioner express their outrage

at a press conference at

the Widow's house in Queens.

O'Leary was the fourth

police officer slain

in the line of...

Hi.

Baby, baby, baby.

Congratulations.

Girl, you're beamed me up.

You beamed me up in the

middle of my ecstasy.

Don't you think it's a

little early in the morning

for heavy metal?

Gail, Gail, honey, sweety.

I love you, I wanna marry you

but you're making me feel very old.

This is not heavy metal.

This is Hendrix.

Genius, maybe, but this is

definitely not heavy metal.

Okay.

Why don't you open your present?

Present, right.

What's the occasion?

Huh, congratulations, for what?

On your last week with legal aid.

Hey, groovy, beautiful.

Why don't you wear one of the new suits

daddy's guy made for you?

Just try it.

I don't know Gail.

I don't think the Wall

Street garb will swing

with the Riker's Island crowd, you know?

They'll take me for a pimp.

What does that make me?

The best.

What are you drinking?

Orange Julius, homemade.

Want some?

No, no thanks.

Oh, I've got to run.

I've got to be at Bumble

and Bumble in 45 minutes.

So try your new suit.

Remember to call about the apartment.

You bet.

And Roland, about that tie.

Yeah, what about it?

Egh.

I like this tie.

Well Don, you're

finally gonna bag it

at Legal Aid, huh pal?

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup.

What about the fight

for the underprivileged,

the homeless and the destitute?

You know what I'm talking

about, the good fight, pal.

Pap and drivel, blood.

Just liberal pap for the multitudes.

Okay, let's do it.

Okay.

These I got to prosecute.

These I'm willing to let cop a plea.

You take the whole package, I let these go

for time served.

It's beautiful.

Yeah man.

All right.

Groovy.

This is not a

going away party, Dalton.

I can't live with that.

Come on Home.

It's my last week in the

jungle then I'm finito.

Buy the next six lunches too?

No guts, no glory.

Oh baby.

Dalton I never figured

you for this upwardly

mobile bullshit, man.

It is a sellout.

Hey, blood.

The substance in a lot of America lies

in keeping the money in this country

out of the hands of the widows and orphans

and in the hands of the

major insurance companies

Who know best how to manage it.

Hey, Susan.

Hi, Shawn.

Hi.

From the looks of you I'd say

you found your insurance company.

Yeah, Wall Street, next week.

You don't exactly look like

chopped liver yourself.

Thanks.

Well once again I see that

justice is being served.

For lunch.

Here, you forgot this one.

Just your average crack

dealing cop killer.

No big deal.

Yeah but I have to interview the man.

Could be innocent.

Bloody likely.

Still I'm impressed you still

care about minor details

such as that.

I'll meet you over at the pier.

Yeah, you got it.

I'll see you in court.

A little history there, pal?

Yeah, the whole world, man.

What'd she mean see you in court?

Probably talking about that cop killer

you got in your hand, pal.

What are you saying?

She's a public defender in Brooklyn.

No she's not.

No?

She's the new Assistant D.A.

Come on, is that straight?

Tag 'em and bag 'em man.

You're dead.

I don't know, what's the habs, babe?

Okay, wiseguy, through the detector.

I don't know why are

you torturing yourself?

Empty your pockets.

It's the watch, it's the watch.

It's always the watch.

Watch.

See?

You love me, you know it.

Crack, crack, crack.

This got it here.

Hey, Bowlski!

My name isn't Bowlski.

You want a condom with you lunch?

Condom?

Yeah.

The Mayor says we got

to offer every convict

a condom a day along with

counseling on safe sex.

I don't want a condom.

I want a condom.

Thank you very much.

Michael Jones, Roland Dalton.

I'm over here from Legal Aid.

I've been appointed to represent you.

You've been charged

with first degree murder

of an undercover narcotic police officer.

You don't look too bad

for a guy who's been shot.

Sh*t, I mean the guy used a 38, man.

38 couldn't kill a cockroach.

That's why I use a nine mil.

You get somebody with a

nine, he don't get up.

Oh yeah, you used a nine mil on this cop?

Yeah.

Well what's the pitch, Micheal?

You're not gonna tell me you didn't do it?

Of course I did it.

I'm on the park selling drugs.

White dude come up to me, pull out a gun,

say give me your money.

Pshh, so I shot him, self defense.

Micheal you want a lawyer,

or you want your mother?

'Cause she's the only

fool that's gonna buy

that bag of sh*t.

Hey man.

I done a lot of bad

things but I'm not stupid.

I don't lie to my lawyer.

Here we go.

Dude was a blue jean cop, man.

Blue jean cop?

Yeah, blue jean cop.

What are you saying, you shot him

'cause you didn't like his pants?

Dude don't even show me no badge.

I didn't know he was a cop

till they booked my ass.

I thought he was a vigilante.

Had to defend myself.

Well that little mistake may very well

get your ass cooked.

Sh*t man.

I work for somebody who pays his bills.

Crack, you dig?

I dig.

This cop must have been

trying to cut himself

a piece of my man's action.

Sh*t, all he had to do was say so.

I would have handed him my grade,

let him and my man work it out.

I'm still no dust between NC and Pitch.

Who's NC?

Oh man.

I didn't say that.

Morning, Richie.

Morning, Billy.

Hey babe, I'm white and I can't fight.

Well, coming up in the world, huh?

What's the mortgage on this condo?

What are you doing here?

What the f*** are you doing here, man?

I work for my apartment chief.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

Your old lady, she told me to tell you

if you don't get your ass

home and do the right thing,

she's gonna pack up all your sh*t

and ship it back to Rope and Ride

or Bump and Grind or

whatever the hell it is

the name of that hip town

in Texas you come from.

What else did she say?

She said pick up the laundry.

Right.

See what you got to look

forward to, counselor.

How's your fiancee?

Eh, she doesn't like Jimi Hendrix.

Who?

Come on, let's get some chow, my treat.

Do I smell another shakedown?

As for that, gringo.

Nice tie.

I knew there was a reason I liked you.

Look at this box.

I don't believe all this glass, man.

What is this sh*t?

Empty crack containers, counselor.

Popcorn.

You wanna know what the

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