Streets Of Blood Page #2

I needed it too.

I have a wife and three kids

at home.

Tell me about your family.

Why? You're not profiling my family.

For your file, I need for you

to talk about it.

Not about my family.

Let's talk about your partner.

What about him?

All I know is he's the first to go

through the door every time, all right?

He put a lot of drug dealers behind bars

and he killed a few, okay?

And that colors your opinion of him?

Look, except for our task force,

the department is a laughingstock,

all right?

It's gonna get worse

before it gets better.

We got gangs

from all around the country

circling this city like a pack

of f***ing rabid dogs.

Guys like Andy and me,

we're all that stands

between people like you

and the end

of the motherfucking world.

I'm so f***ing bored, man.

We gotta find some trouble.

Are you ready for some trouble,

huh, son?

Huh-uh, no.

You gotta learn how to welcome

that sh*t, man.

You gotta learn to love that sh*t. You

can start noticing this sh*t, Barney.

What's the matter?

Quit playing with your dick.

Hold up. Here we go.

What the f*** is that?

- It's f***ing Santa Claus up ahead.

- Do you see what I see? I see a ghost.

The motherf***er can't be riding

up here unless I say so.

You see he's got his lights off?

He's trying to creep.

Oh, you wanna play? All right.

I see he's slowing down.

Oh, you give me a reason.

Are you gonna give me a reason?

- Wanna play?

- He wants to f***ing play.

Let's play.

- Are you f***ing ready?

- Let's do this.

Where is he going?

Keep an eye on him.

Keep an eye on him, Barney.

Here we go. Look alive.

What was his f***ing set, Barney?

Right or left?

- Left.

- Left?

- Where'd he go, Barney?

- Take a right about right here.

Come on, Barney,

where the f*** is he?

- Maybe we should just take off, man.

- F*** that sh*t, man.

Just f***ing deal with it another night.

That motherf***er can't roll up

in Mid-City like that.

Hey, there he is.

Did you sh*t your pants?

You f***ing creep piece of sh*t.

What you got there, boy?

That sure don't look like fried chicken

and watermelon, boy.

You tagging me, motherf***er?

Recognize, b*tch.

You know who you're talking to?

- Recognize.

- I don't give a sh*t who you are.

Roll up your window.

Get the f*** out of here.

Shut the f*** up,

you freckled-face f***.

- Where are you, Niggermint Pattie?

- What, did you steal Santa's sleigh?

I'll bust a cap in your ass right now.

Hey, hands on the wheel.

Oh.

Metro Narcotics.

You breathe, you die, motherf***er.

Cover him, Barney, cover him.

That's it.

- Sh*t. Sh*t.

- Get right up there.

I thought we were just playing.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get the f*** out of here.

F***ing move.

I'm DEA, motherf***er.

Sh*t, DEA, are you?

- F***ing dirty.

- He's DEA.

You f***ing dirty cop.

Dirty, huh?

Just enough to still be alive.

You went and got filthy.

Look where it got you.

You're dead, motherf***er.

Throw of the dice, DEA.

- What about our f***ing backup?

- You're my backup, Barney baby.

Barney, what did you do?

You shot that motherf***er

in the head, Barney.

He's DEA?

DEA... that's a bullshit

f***ing story, ain't it?

- That was good shooting, Barney.

- What about our backup?

That's all right.

Look, we're gonna wash it down

with a little half and half...

half his money, half his dough.

- Half and half.

- Half his money, half his dough.

Barney, you see, in this world

you ain't special...

you ain't special

unless you got f***-you money.

- I shot him in the head.

- That was a good shot.

- I shot him in the head.

- That's right.

You shot that motherf***er

in the head.

We're f***ed.

We're f***ing f***ed, you know that?

Barney, call it in, huh?

I want you to call it in.

I'm gonna check the car.

- You want me to call it in?

- Call it in, buddy.

- You sure you want me to call it in?

- Call it in, Barney.

Whoo!

- Somebody might see us.

- I told you you're a f***ing ghost.

You don't exist in Mid-City

unless I f***ing say so. Huh?

Are you listening to me,

you motherfuckers out there?

Ah-oo!

Oh, sh*t, Barney.

Damn, I told you it was a good night.

Call the sh*t in, Barney.

You're gonna get my ass killed.

You're one crazy motherf***er.

Barney, can't you feel it?

Oh, Barney, this is the best part.

I can feel his soul

cutting right through me.

How are the storm repairs coming?

The roof's still got a hole in it,

but it's coming along.

Well, I got some money saved up.

If you want, I could loan you some.

We're doing okay.

I really appreciate it, though.

Yo, Andy,

- about tonight, you know...

- Hey, shut up. You did good.

Daddy.

Stop chasing your sister

through the house.

If she hurts herself,

I'm gonna knock you out.

Dinner's almost ready.

Please do something with him.

Come on. I got it.

Can the roof man

come out tomorrow?

Hello.

Yeah.

That's good news. We're covered

for rain damage, just not flood damage.

Who is it?

Hold on. Hold on.

Yeah, okay okay.

It's the insurance broker.

He says we're covered for rain damage...

rain damage.

Get off me, b*tch.

Whoa! You don't talk like that.

What is wrong with you?

- Apologize to her.

- I'm sorry.

I'd better never hear that mess

come out of your mouth again.

FBI. Where are the shooters?

Right there, sir.

- Vasquez? Balentine?

- Yes, sir.

Yeah. Who's you?

Agent Brown, FBI.

You boys know what you've done?

Yeah, my f***ing job

is what I've been doing.

- Yeah, our job.

- That's what I did.

Your job, huh?

I killed this drug-dealing piece of sh*t

named Ray Delacroix.

- You killed a federal agent.

- Oh, he's one of yours? Is that right?

Why didn't you teach him not to shoot

at police officers, Special Agent?

Did you identify yourselves as police?

Sh*t, yeah. He opened up

on us first, just like that.

Captain Friendly.

- Vasquez, what we got here?

- Yeah, Captain,

he rolled up on us, right?

He rolled up on us hard.

We identified ourselves as police

and he just opened fire. That's right.

- Why would he do that?

- Check your toxicology reports.

That motherf***er was so high,

he was coming in for landing.

All right, get on back,

fill out the report.

He deserves a f***ing medal, Captain.

He was still alive. His heart was

pumping blood for a few minutes

before he was shot in the brain,

stopping his heart.

Right.

The first shot to the torso.

Suspect raises gun.

They fire again, and in self-defense

the backup officer shot him in the head.

That's good shooting.

You know what I think?

I think your detectives coup-de-grace'd

him with the third shot,

executed him.

So you say he's one of yours.

What was he working on?

It's a federal investigation.

Y'all need to be cleaning up

your own house.

You're here to investigate your vic?

Man, my guys are clean.

Captain, your department

is f***ing legendary...

suspects beaten,

short counts on drug deals,

cocaine that never makes it

to the evidence locker.

Have you got any evidence

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