Shakedown Page #4

And in case you didn't grasp that,

I was crazy about you.

Isn't that your waking state?

Look, do me a favor will you?

Will you just tell me so I can

quit bugging myself about it?

Just tell me why.

You were turning cynical and judgemental

and berating and mean.

And concocted some

bullshit story about how

credit cards were gonna save your life.

Well why didn't you tell me that then?

I did.

In my own way, you just didn't hear it.

Oh.

I miss you, Roland.

Oh yeah?

Well what are we gonna do now?

Uh huh, uh huh, yeah.

Gentlemen, I got 10,000 dollars

that says the Harlem Shuffle

gonna kick the cracker's ass.

Anybody want a piece?

See the man, right?

Come on babe.

Yo, yo yo!

What we gonna do?

Win!

Go on your ride.

Yeah, yeah.

We're gonna win.

Oh sh*t.

Hold this for me.

Rydel, you know you could

f*** up on wet jeans?

Come on, we gotta talk.

Listen, this is my play time.

Can I at least watch the race?

Sure.

I ain't here to give out parking tickets.

Let's get it on!

Sh*t.

Tough luck, cracker.

Hey, get my money.

Now what can I do for you?

Richie Marks.

What about him?

I see.

What's in it for me?

Evidence against you

in the police department's

safe disappears.

147,000 dollars and

seven pounds of cocaine

just disappears in the

police evidence safe?

Won't be the first time.

I got your message.

You're the new boy at the precinct.

But you'll find out I always pay my bills.

But the people I work for

are just a little pissed off.

What the f*** happened in Central Park?

One time small time mistake.

Ain't gonna happen again.

50K a month, and midtown north is yours.

Don't be worrying about no Michael Jones.

I'm gonna clean up that mess personally.

But you are gonna have to

take care of Richie Marks.

It's a deal.

You do your thing.

I'll take care of Marks pronto.

I forgot how much I love this room.

My treehouse.

I forgot how much I love listening to you.

I forgot how much I love having you here.

You like the line, that chitchat then.

Except you do most of the talking.

Yeah, I do.

I gotta go.

I won't be your mistress, Dalton.

Well I just can't not show up.

Make it easy for both of us.

This time it was what it was.

If there's a next time, you

have to stay the whole night.

So I just put a bow on that baggage

and present it to my fiancee?

It's up to you, my dear.

I said, does the

defense have any questions?

Oh I'm sorry.

Yes your honor.

We have some questions.

Officer Varelli,

when you came up on the scene,

you recognized the deceased

to be a police officer, right?

Yes I did.

In fact you knew him to be

an undercover police officer

investigating narcotics

in your area, correct?

That's correct.

When you approached officer O'Leary,

he was lying on the ground unconscious.

Objection, conclusion.

Sustained.

Okay, officer Varelli,

his eyes were closed?

Yes.

He was not moving?

No he wasn't.

It was clear

to you that there was not

any semblance of mind.

Objection, conclusion.

Sustained.

Officer Varelli, when you

arrived upon the scene,

were there any other police officers

in the proximity except for your partner?

No.

Well to the best of your knowledge,

isn't it correct police

procedure when an officer's going

to make a narcotics arrest on the street,

to have some sort of backup person,

some sort of assistant, some

sort of support or protection?

Usually that's the case.

Well Officer Varelli, in your experience,

don't you find it highly unusual

if an officer's gonna be engaged

in a dangerous circumstance

of a narcotics arrest

to be proceeding alone?

Objection.

Your honor, this is conjecture.

What is usual for Officer

Varelli may not be usual

for someone else.

Patrick O'Leary was an

undercover policeman.

What his particular procedure

was, we do not know.

Sustained.

In any event, Officer Varelli,

Officer O'Leary's partner never arrived,

nor did anyone else

resembling a human being

who claimed to have any

work with him, true?

That's true.

So what you saw was, you saw

a man lying on the ground

who was shot.

But you did not actually see anyone

do the shooting, did you?

Of course not, I already

said I wasn't there

but it's obvious what happened.

Now I submit to you that it

is not obvious what happened.

It is not obvious.

But it is fair to say that

you assumed what happened

because you were not

there, Officer Varelli.

And you did not see what happened.

Right, I already said that, right.

And your assumption was

that Patrick O'Leary

in the middle of a narcotics arrest

was shot by Michael Jones.

But since you were not there,

you could assume anything.

You could assume as a matter of fact,

it might be Patrick O'Leary shot himself.

Or maybe you could assume

because you were not there

that Patrick O'Leary

did not identify himself

as a police officer because

his badge was not out

and you could assume, Officer Varelli,

that Patrick O'Leary

pulled his gun out first

and shot Micheal Jones,

Objection!

Planning to kill him and

steal his money and his drugs!

Objection!

Could you assume that, officer Varelli?

Bullshit!

Mr. Dalton, you will

please approach the bench.

Nice moves.

Dazzling, aren't I?

But what do you got after that, though?

Hang on tight, partner.

Oh I see, the ride gets rougher than this.

You betcha.

It's just the way I like it.

You better watch out.

I can roll with anything

you put out, buddy.

Yeah, you're a regular

bronc buster, you are.

That's what's called a discreet

turn of the phrase, right?

You got it, cowboy.

I'm gonna brand you this time, horsey,

so everybody know's you're mine.

How does that grab you?

Oh yeah?

Where's your iron?

Tell her.

Can you handle this or

is this too real for you?

Yeah I can handle it, just

do me a favor, will you?

Professional or personal?

Personal.

Done.

Whisper yippeayeoh in my ear.

Roland!

Hi!

Oh hi, Gail.

How are you?

Mr. Feinberg.

Roland.

Can you believe it?

I told daddy that we were

having lunch together

and he said he was free and he'd join us.

Can you imagine daddy

being free for lunch?

I can't.

Let's do it.

Attempted murder of a police officer.

It's gonna get your friend

here three years in the joint.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna go along with him or

you wanna assume the position

and let me bust you for loitering

or some other bullshit charge?

I know what you're thinking.

You're young and fast.

I'm old and slow.

What are you gonna do, a**hole?

Dumb f***ing question.

Police officer!

Everybody down!

I got a gun!

Get out of here!

Let me through, get back, get back!

Get back, get back!

F*** you, blood!

No actually a**hole, it's

f*** you.

Oh Jesus, better get a shovel.

Ah, good morning.

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

I'm fine.

You want something to eat?

Hmm, yes I want something to eat.

God, I love you.

I didn't tell her.

I lied to her, told her

I was going to Boston.

And she believed you?

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