Shakedown Page #6

I'll file with the legal aid.

Why don't you speak to my a**hole, huh?

What were you looking for?

The f*** are you doing?

Shut the f*** up!

Let's play again.

Got lucky last time.

The tape.

Okay, the tape, the tape.

What tape?

The tape, Michael Jones

recorded everything

on the tape recorder.

The tape's in the ghetto blaster.

Play the f***ing tape.

The f*** is that?

Thank you, man.

Goodbye, n*gger.

Larry, don't get nervous.

We're going downstairs

at the fire alarm box.

When the bell goes off, shoot him.

I shoot him?

Yeah.

His fingerprints are

all over the bolt cutter

and the evidence room locker.

I haven't got a clean gun.

The f*** you talking about?

There are 245,000 of those police specials

floating around New York City.

By the time they figure this sh*t out

it'll be long gone.

This your evidence?

Here's your evidence.

Well hurry up and go

pull the goddamn thing!

Just do it.

Where's Dalton?

Third floor interrogation.

He's waiting for his lawyer.

Hello baby, Daddy's coming home real soon.

Goddamn oh, goddamn, oh f***!

Richie, get the tape, the tape, the tape!

Goddamit man.

How you doing?

They had the gun, they had the gun

in my head.

Record this, I got to get this.

Okay, I got court.

Goddamit.

Oh world, what a f***ing world.

Do I know you?

Hey, I recognize you from TV.

You're the guy defending the cop killer.

Alleged cop killer, alleged.

What, you mean he didn't do it?

Yeah man, he did it but

he did it in self defense.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Hey, they coming after you?

Yup, yup, they're coming after me.

Why?

Well, because the bad cop lied to him

and I know the truth and if

they know I know the truth,

a lot of bad cops are

in deep f***ing trouble

so let's go to court.

Hey, I studied the Constitution.

I passed my citizenship test.

You got a right to be in the court.

I'll get you to court.

You hold on.

Ah, f*** you!

Boys, break it up!

Bring it up!

Woohoo!!

Mr. Dalton!

What in hell is going on here?

Your honor, I got a court order

of the evidence.

This tape is police officers.

It's vital you hear.

Bailiff, bring Mr. Dalton to my chambers.

Your honor, I have to arrest him.

On the streets you are the law.

But on the steps of this

courthouse, I am the law.

If this police officer

does not lower his gun,

arrest him for obstructing justice.

Go ahead, whitebread.

Make my day.

Judge Maynor, there's

evidence on this tape.

Mr. Dalton.

The legal ramifications

that would allow you

to testify about what you

heard or maybe didn't hear

on this tape, or even

if this tape is in fact

the tape that was in Michael Jones's radio

at the time of the alleged incident.

I mean it boggles the mind.

I cannot allow it to be

introduced as evidence.

Now, Miss Cantrell will

complete her cross examination

and then both of you will

give your closing arguments.

And then I will give

this case to the jury.

And Mr. Dalton, if the jury

should rule against you,

you can exercise your right of appeal.

And that is that.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

I'd like to give you a few

words from the book of Matthew.

If I may, chapter 10 verses 26 and 27.

There is nothing covered up

that shall not be uncovered.

There is nothing hidden

that shall not be known.

Whatever I say to you in the dark,

you must repeat in the daylight.

And whatever is whispered, you

must shout from the rooftops.

Now the truth.

The truth ain't always pleasant.

But the truth however is always the truth.

Now the prosecution will have you believe

that this is just some

simple straightforward case.

A bad man shoots down a

decorated police officer

in the line of duty to avoid one more

in a long series of endless arrests.

However, I say that

Officer Patrick O'Leary

was not working in the line of duty

Friday night October the ninth.

And I say that officer Patrick

O'Leary made a lot of money

stealing from drug dealers.

And I also say that Patrick

O'Leary on Friday night

October the ninth didn't even

bother to identify himself

to my client Micheal Jones.

If he had, he'd be alive today.

You already heard Michael

Jones acknowledge to you,

admit, confess, time and time again

under cross examination

by the district attorney

that he considered it

standard operating procedure

simply the cost of doing

business to pay off cops.

But, Officer Patrick

O'Leary pulled out his gun

before he pulled out his badge.

And my client Michael Jones thought he was

some kind of nut.

Hey, so would I.

Wouldn't you?

And after being shot once point blank

by Patrick O'Leary, my client,

drug dealer or no, pulled out his own gun

and fired in self-defense.

Now the prosecution's

case rests on two points.

Gotta cut them loose.

What?

Yeah I can't do the time.

I won't make it.

So I just go around, can't do the time.

You can't do the time.

You can't do the time, Michael?

But you can take money

from these 10 year old kids

and blow holes in their lives

with the poison you push?

Now you wanna cry on my shoulder

'cause you can't do the time?

Stand up.

Hey man, chill out.

Stand up! I'm standing, you stand too!

The jury's back.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, your honor.

Will the defendant please

rise and face the jury?

Will the foreman read the verdict?

The jury finds

the defendant not guilty.

That's great, Mike.

See you in jail.

I dig these lovenotes in class, Richie,

what the heck?

Carr and Rydel are

heading for the airport.

You wanna drive, you wanna shoot?

I drive, you shoot.

Hey, baby.

It's not forever.

I'll be back.

Besides, Costa Rica's

just a puddle hop away.

Richie, this

is O'Leary's wheels.

You copped O'Leary's car.

I didn't think he'd give a sh*t.

Come on, keep going!

So long, sucker.

Jesus Christ,

that was in hydraulics.

Hey, landing gear won't retract.

White Tower, this is 750 Alpha Charlie.

Flame out.

Flame out port engine.

Shut it down!

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

White Tower, we have to land.

750 Alpha

Charlie, clear to land.

Richie, I love you pal.

But you are definitely new to the planet.

Roland.

I have a confession to make.

The rabbit, it never died.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't wanna lose you.

Everyone, there's something

I need to tell you.

I lost the baby.

I'm not pregnant anymore.

Oh Gail.

It's okay.

I really don't even wanna talk about it.

Besides, we have loads

of time for children.

And now I'm not gonna have to

buy that larger wedding dress.

Uh, Roland.

Speaking of the wedding, your mother and I

must get together.

The plaza only seats 600.

And I'm afraid that

with all of our friends

that only some of the relatives

will be able to come.

The relatives, well.

Excuse me.

Uh Gail, Mr. Feinberger, Mrs. Feinberger.

I know this is real bad timing, but.

Yo, Dalton, I thought

you went to Wall Street.

Crack, crack, crack.

Homeboy, that's a

serious sigh you got on.

Okay, bowlski!

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