Shakedown Page #2

latest drug craze is,

you should go check out

Uncle Billy's trash can.

Junkies come and go, but Billy's trash can

is always there.

Right now it's full of that sh*t.

Speaking of that sh*t, tell me something.

What's a blue jean cop?

Where'd you hear that?

From a client.

Well I'm strictly bargain based.

Wranglers and Levis.

You lost me.

As I bust on the other

hand wear Sergio Valentes.

Richie, you wanna run

this by me in English?

All right.

Take some cop, some average guy

who never had a shot at

the big bucks all his life.

Just going along, grinding

out his 27 five a year.

All of a sudden he ends up in a mod squad.

One mustard.

One afternoon he busts some scumbag

carrying a bag full of chemicals.

The bag full of chemical's is worth more

than the cop's gonna make in 10 years.

Next day is out shopping

for designer jeans.

The lure of easy money,

very hard to refuse.

What about this cop that

got whacked at Central Park.

O'Leary, was that the deal with him?

I knew you were gonna have

such a sweat about this.

Word is you're out of

the game in another week.

Call me a creature of habit. O'Leary?

What about him?

Oh great, thanks.

Come on Dalton, even if I

knew the answer to that,

why am I gonna tell you?

Oh f*** man, I gotta find

out what's going down here.

So look around.

Oh look around, great,

what look, who what?

I'm gonna tell you something, Dalton.

Cops don't know sh*t about hiding money.

Check out his house.

His house?

Okay.

Killed you to tell me that, didn't it?

Hell, the last of the big

f***ing spenders, man, great.

I have another, Richie, straight up.

How come no designer jeans for you?

I just figured they were meant for girls

with cute little asses

and guys with no balls.

Besides, I'm independently wealthy.

Oh right.

I love what you did with the condo.

This ain't high school, Dalton.

These guys got guns and money

and not a f***ing thing to lose.

I appreciate the advice.

P.S, who's NC?

You just don't f***ing get it, do you?

You just don't get it.

Don't f*** with these people.

Richie, I don't want to f*** with them.

I just wanna dance.

The devil gives it to you soft.

The devil will give it to

you any way you want it.

Uh, Mrs. O'Leary, I am

involved with the people

prosecuting the man who

killed your husband.

I know this may not be

the most appropriate time

but I'd like to ask you

a few questions if I may.

Come in.

I was just making some tea.

Would you like some?

Or something stronger?

I wanna have whatever you're having.

Okay.

Where the hell is Marks?

Why isn't he with us?

He's downtown, he's

picking up the warrants.

He's gonna take the

subway here and meet us.

It's cool, don't worry.

I would never take a subway

to this part of town.

Why, what you talking about, he's a cop.

He's got a gun.

Patrick O'Leary was a cop, he had a gun.

This place is worse than Beirut.

Hey what do you want?

If you guys wouldn't mind,

could I get out of this

car before we get there?

I mean you're supposed to be undercover

but even a blind man can tell you're cops.

If someone sees me with

you, I'm dead meat.

Hey listen, dipshit!

If somebody sees you with

us, you are dead meat.

You know, they're gonna kill you maybe,

cut your balls off, gouge your eyes out.

But it's gonna be over soon enough.

But if the information

you've given us turns out

to be bullshit, we're

gonna put you in a cell

with Big Leroy.

A 350 bull nigga f*ggot.

Now you get out in five years maybe,

you'll be able to look up

your a**hole and see the sky.

Don't f*** with me.

It's TV, TV.

Let me have a cigarette, will you?

Buy your own.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

I really appreciate this.

Why, you're quite welcome.

Where are your cans?

Are they in the garage?

Yeah, no.

Well the garage is locked.

Just put it at the bottom of the stairs.

Okay?

Yeah, thank you.

Nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you, bye.

Bye.

Thanks.

Ladies.

Put your bags on the conveyor.

And gentlemen, let's see your green

Good.

Now one at a time, walk

through the detector.

Welcome to Wonderland.

Welcome.

Wow, listen, you think that was real?

Did you hear those screams?

You can't fake that.

I think they really cut them off.

You gotta let me have

some more, you got to.

You know the rules.

No credit, cash only.

I don't have any more on me.

I'll pay you back, I promise.

Mr. Carr signs things like that.

But I wouldn't advise you.

Please?

Tell the man your story.

Uh.

I gave them all my money.

But I need more.

For most, there's no other way but pay.

But for you maybe there's another.

Here's Marks, let's go.

Dipshit, take off.

All right, ready to rock and roll?

Yeah, I'm ready.

Good.

Got them f***ing warrants?

Sh*t.

All right, here's the deal.

These watches here are synchronized.

At exactly 11:
11, you blow up the back,

we'll blow in the front.

You see anything you like?

Let's do it.

Everybody freeze!

Move over to the wall, come on!

Let's go, go.

Go, f***!

Hey yo, it's not the women, we maze man.

Over to the park.

Get it, move!

Get on the f***ing wall.

Get up!

Why don't you take Mr. Nicky downtown?

We'll stay here, clean

up, book the evidence.

Give me his toy.

Let's see how you dance, Scale.

Because of the quantity of drugs seized

and the defendant's prior record,

I'm going to set cash bail

at one million dollars.

Objection!

Wait a minute, let me get this straight.

You are the prosecutor

and you are objecting

to one million dollars cash bail?

Yes, your honor, it's not enough.

Miss Cantrell, it's

11:
55 on a Friday night.

That's a lot of cash to come up with

at this hour.

Nicky Carr can pull that amount

out of his small change purse.

It's not enough to ensure

that he'll appear for trial.

Objection overruled.

Mr. Rosen, do you have anything to say?

Yes your honor.

My client will make bail.

F***.

Evidence room.

Hello, Larry?

This is Margaret O'Leary.

Someone broke into the garage last night.

I think they saw Patrick's car.

Uh, thanks, I'll get back to you on that.

Larry, I'm worried.

Can you talk now?

No, but I'll call you later.

Just checking to see if

the Nicky Carr evidence

got booked in all right.

Yeah, yeah, it's there.

Good.

A lot of cash, wasn't it.

Oh it was a lot of cash.

But it wasn't a lot of cash.

Yeah.

Give me two of whatever he's having.

You want a quadruple boilermaker?

Yeah, and a Pepsi.

You're not planning on driving home.

I got no plans, Richie.

But speaking of driving,

there's a brand new bright

red Porsche Cabriolet

Turbo stuck under a tarp in the back

of Dan O'Leary's garage.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yup, I don't know,

I just don't know, Richie.

Once upon a time all I planned

to do was play the tenor sax.

Forever.

That's it.

Bills bill, man.

But my dad, everybody said I was a sap.

No money in it.

So I go to law school.

And I am here now.

Gone from that other place.

Where I could play the tenor

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