Streets Of Blood Page #7

not far from here.

They never found the guy.

I can't tell you what his face

looks like, what color his skin is,

but I've seen his face 1000 times,

every collar I made.

I've been chasing him

for years, Stan.

I ain't gonna chase him no more.

Man Andy, we're inches away

from losing everything.

We can't fight the feds.

Maybe we should just step off

and let them finish their plan.

They just want to take our guns away

so we lose control of this park.

We lose control of the park...

we lose the city. This is my city, Stan.

Andy, you're too close, man.

Back off.

Hey, what's up, man?

I got the elevator.

I got it right here, man.

Metro PD, a**hole.

Put your hands on your head.

Turn around.

I like the way you cooperate.

You're gonna tell me exactly

what I want to know

or I'm gonna take my piece

and break one of your kneecaps.

- You understand?

- Yeah, man. I understand.

What are you doing in my park?

You know this is my park.

Hey, man, look, word was

the park was open for business, man.

That's the wrong word.

You'll get your ass shot off down here,

- you know that?

- I got a franchise.

From who?

You know, this motherfucking

Spanish dude from Florida.

- Latin Kings?

- Look, man,

you can't do sh*t out here no more

unless the LKs give you the green light.

Give me a name.

- Give me a name.

- Chamorro, man.

- Where is he at?

- The FEMA trailer park, man.

That's where I get my sh*t sometimes.

- If I search you, what am I gonna find?

- Man, come on.

What is he gonna find?

$200 on the street

against five-to-10 in the joint.

Ain't worth it, brother.

Get your ass out of my park.

Run.

Where do you think he's got

the 20 dime rocks at, in his ass?

Thompson sub-machine gun...

Tommy gun.

not bad for 1921.

Yeah.

Davey Johnston... the hardest-working,

toughest litigator

- this city's had in generations.

- Thanks, Andy.

Let me ask you a question.

Every time we put up a case

against the bad guys,

it's always the same f***ing story

'cause it works.

And you guys always go along with us

no matter what.

Good. Now when was the last time

a judge or one of you guys

- found a cop's testimony not credible?

- Easy now.

Just listen. The judiciary

and the district attorney's office

have been our silent partners...

or rather I should say we've been

your silent partners

making cases easy for you...

no problem.

Now the FBI comes sniffing around...

nothing we can do about it.

But if you let them make us

the scapegoats,

I'm gonna take everybody with me.

The media are gonna have a field day.

- Oh, yeah?

- They're gonna eat you raw.

Every time I stood in front of a judge,

he acted like a de facto prosecutor.

You know why?

You know how many citations I got?

You know how many years of incarceration

my testimony generated?

- Now I want my f***ing warrants.

- Andy, calm down.

I'm not calming down. I'm throwing down.

I'm gonna take you with me.

I want my warrants.

I'm sorry, Andy, but with the feds

investigating you,

no judge is gonna sign off

on your warrants.

Just try.

We're this close.

- F***ing lawyers.

- F***ing cops.

This place is a bit of a dump.

Cops raided my crib, cabron.

Any idea how many men I lost?

You want a tissue?

How about a f***ing warning?!

What, are you a child?

You think this is a game?

You wanted this city clean

without getting your hands dirty.

- Yeah.

- You look the other way;

I take out the gangs,

kick back some paper;

Everybody wins, right?

Yeah, who wins by dumping bodies

in the swamp, huh?

Sloppy work.

Have some beads.

Just don't show me your tits.

You f*** up one more time

and I'll kill you.

You understand me?

Yeah? All right.

Now I got one more thing

I want you to do for me.

Everybody has a melting point, right?

Right.

And you don't know what it is

till you get there and do something.

You melt down and it's too late.

You do something

you can't take back.

Are you at your melting point?

A partnership is like marriage...

a contract of honesty

between two men.

What happened between you and Andy?

I don't know.

It just feels like

I'm committing suicide,

changing my mind

at the last minute.

At that very second

you suddenly have a passion for life

that you never knew.

I understand.

I agree with you.

What brought this on, Stan?

The FBl...

they're following us around.

They want to take us down.

Uh-huh.

You don't have to be scared

if you're clean.

I don't know what clean is anymore.

Andy always says to me,

"It's hard to be in this sh*t all day

and come home clean."

But he does.

All the other cops...

I see some sh*t rub off on them.

He comes home f***ing clean.

What about you?

Lately l...

I've done some thing

I ain't proud of.

Did you break the law?

Bent it all to sh*t maybe.

But the FBl... they're wrong.

They're going after good cops.

I don't like it.

I don't know how to fight back.

You just tell the truth.

You can't go wrong

if you tell the truth.

I don't know what the truth is anymore.

A spokesman for

the Metropolitan Police Department

has confirmed the brutal slaying

of Police Captain John Friendly,

shot to death just outside his home

in uptown New Orleans.

Witnesses report that two masked gunmen

opened fire on the captain

as he arrived home at approximately

Captain Friendly,

responsible for restoring order

to the gang-ridden streets

of New Orleans in the wake of Katrina,

leaves behind a 30-year record

on the force.

He also leaves behind

a wife and three children.

The FBI has joined

in the search for the two men.

Once again, Metropolitan Police Captain

John Friendly

assassinated this evening.

Do you think it's him?

I don't know.

Pepe is as corrupt as they come,

but I don't know if he's up for this.

Whoever this snitch is, though,

we've got bigger fish to fry.

What's that?

He's sold his soul to the FBI,

but these feds are dirty.

They killed Friendly. We're next.

We're going in now.

Mid-City representing.

I don't sleep with no fishes.

Mid-City shoutout...

Konichiwa B*tches.

Pepe, shut the f*** up.

Barney's ready.

So I guess calling for backup's

out of the question.

There's gonna be plenty of police

here real soon.

Yeah, when they

show up to arrest us.

Are we even cops anymore?

We're past that, brother.

One, two, three.

Motherf***er.

Metro PD!

Ay! Mis huevos!

Mi cola!

Cojones, mi cola!

Hijo de puta, no!

Drop the weapon.

Drop it.

- Tell me who your connection is.

- I ain't no f***ing raton.

You're gonna be.

One, two, three.

Wake up.

Sh*t.

F***. One, two...

one, two, three. Wake up.

One, two, three.

Wake up.

- Who's your connection?

- I ain't no f***ing raton, man.

You'd better tell him what he wants

to know before he f***ing kills you.

Tell me who's your connection!

Man, I deal with the feds, man.

I take out the other gangs.

F***ing Brown tips us off

on possible drug busts, man.

He warns us about search warrants.

If we get arrested,

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