Streets Of Blood Page #4

f***ing killed him, b*tch?

Sh*t.

He was DEA. Don't tell me

you didn't know that.

- I didn't.

- You didn't know that?

F*** you. F*** you.

You're going in.

- F*** you both. F*** you both.

- Take 'em in.

- Let's go.

- Wait. No no no.

Oh, now you want to talk?

Sit down. F***ing sit down.

F***ing sit down, b*tch.

What do you got?

Come on, talk to me, b*tch.

- What do you got? Spit it out, do it.

- Look, listen,

Ray was hanging out at this place,

this FEMA trailer park all the time.

- FEMA?

- Yeah.

That's f***ing federal.

Are you bullshitting me?

You'd better not be f***ing

bullshitting me.

- Did you know that?

- I didn't. You believe me, don't you?

- We don't want no trouble.

- You don't want no trouble?

- Be nice.

- Be nice, huh?

Oh, whoa.

Don't kiss me on the lips,

you crackhead b*tch.

Barney, I'm commencing

a proper search.

- How long are you gonna be, Pepe?

- I'm gonna be a second.

Why don't you make

yourself a drink?

My partner gets a little rough

and stuff.

It doesn't matter.

I like rough.

- You like rough?

- Yes.

Oh, sh*t.

Not on the f***ing mouth.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Whoa.

Oh, God.

Please, we don't want any trouble.

Why don't you take the cuffs off?

Why don't you polish the badge, baby?

You wanna do something?

Give it a little... there you go.

That's it.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Uncuff me.

All right.

That's a fine moment

for Metro Narcotics right here.

I looked at his file.

Kenny's ancient history,

believe me.

Your father's.

That's what this is about.

That's why you brought me here, huh?

I'm trying to figure out

why you push yourself to the edge.

Well, I'm a clean cop.

That's all that should concern you.

Maybe I'm concerned

about your safety.

Oh, you're concerned about me?

That's nice.

Look, there's crime

We're a proactive department.

We go out and find it.

And then what?

Don't hesitate.

Enforce the law.

You can't think in a shootout.

It's just your motor reflexes.

I know a bad guys is gonna shoot Stan...

I'm gonna shoot him in the head.

If somebody has a gun pointed at me,

he's gonna shoot them.

Total trust in your partner.

Yeah.

Does your partner feel

the same way?

He knows he's safer with me

than with anyone else on the force.

Really?

You're out there, gun strong,

black knife,

up against a closed door.

If you want your partner

to be safe,

wait for backup.

Don't go chasing a legacy.

You got me all figured out, huh?

If I had you all figured out,

I'd have ordered.

Nothing's going on.

It's f***ing late.

My daddy's partner used to hate

working nights.

He used to let him go home.

He didn't mind it so much.

Why not?

He had his own way

of looking at things.

He said the city would wake up

when people went to sleep.

He said the city was his then...

his to protect,

that he would save it from the evil

and the shadows one by one.

What happened that night?

Did they ever catch the guy?

There's another floater over there.

When is this night gonna end?

Looks like someone took out the trash.

Russians, Asians, brothers

sharing the same grave.

Definitely a turf war.

Not much of a war.

Chamorro has taken everybody out.

How many more

do you think they'll find?

What the hell is wrong

with this picture?

Nothing. He ain't lost.

N7B 9F7.

The car's registered

to a Jason Trotter.

Jambalaya Jake.

He's a big-time pimp for all the gangs.

He used to work for Kenny and me.

He's heading into the 6th,

not too late to make

the 11:
00 News.

He just eye-f***ed us.

That's Chamorro's crib.

Let's head around back.

What's up, man?

You all right?

Who's the b*tch, bro?

Fine motherf***er there, man.

Oh, sh*t, baby, that's what

I'm talking about.

Come on with it.

Suck Jake's dick, b*tch.

What are you doing?

Well, I had a nice Sunday drive.

Now I'm going to take a stroll.

Andy, no warrant, no probable cause,

no nothing?

Come on, you know what's going on

in there. How much PC you want?

I'll radio for backup.

No, then they got a record

you got no probable cause.

Look, I don't want to get shot,

all right?

Stan, chill.

The bad guys don't aim.

That's why they shoot

the wrong people.

They don't need to aim with the kind

of firepower they got in there.

Look, this is fear itself.

When they see the flames

at the end of my shotgun,

the devil himself won't be able

to shoot straight.

I promise you,

the first badass that shoots at us

and I blow him to hell...

fear will set in.

I will not let them shoot you.

- You know why?

- Why?

You got charisma.

What would your wife say?

She's probably say for me

to stand up for myself and my family

and that she needs me

for everything in her life.

What would separate you

from them?

My death.

What else?

Look, what's supposed

to happen here?

Just talking.

This is not talking.

You're searching for something.

I don't know what you're looking for,

but you're not gonna find it.

What are you afraid

I'm gonna ask you?

Get your ass up, b*tch,

and get on that f***ing bed.

Sh*t.

- What's up, Jake?

- What's up, baby?

You all right?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I got

a little something for you in there.

Go handle your business, man.

But don't kiss it.

- What's up, Jake?

- What's up, Andy?

Shut up.

Andy, what the f***

is going on, bro?

- Shh.

- What the f*** is going on, man?

- Yo, who is this nigga, man?

- Quiet, shh.

Hey, Andy, I'm really sorry

for what happened to Kenny.

- I always liked him.

- Shut up.

Andy, talk to me, man.

We're boys, man.

Huh?

You gotta believe me, Andy.

I ain't had sh*t to do with this, bro.

Hey, you ain't gotta talk to me

like this, man.

- Get down. Get down.

- Freeze!

Nobody move. Metro PD.

Now slowly put your hands

on your head.

All right, f***, I'll give you 10

to put your hands on your head. One...

Andy, what the f***, man?

Don't do this sh*t. Don't do this sh*t.

...two, three, four...

Get your f***ing hands up.

He's serious. I know this nigga, man.

...five, six...

- Put your hands over your head.

...seven...

- You ain't got to do this sh*t.

...eight...

- God damn it, hands up.

...nine...

- Come on, Andy man.

...nine and a half...

I said to wait till 10.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, God damn.

You just rest easy, Jake.

Oh, God damn.

Get the motherfucking hospital.

Stan.

Nice. Hold up.

Our PC was gunshots.

Our reasonable suspicion was the area.

The door opened. They fired.

We defended ourselves.

- I got it.

- Let me hear you say it. Be specific.

We were driving by.

We heard shots... five or six.

- I said I got it.

- We entered into a gun battle

without calling for backup

in order to save a life.

We neglected our own safety

to protect and serve others.

Boom.

I hate it when you treat me

like I'm a f***ing kid.

- No. No, please.

- Shh.

- You've seen nothing.

- No.

- You know nothing.

- No, okay.

All right, get along.

Gun!

Sh*t.

What do we got?

What do we got?

Aw, Barney what did you...?

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

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