The Mod Squad Page #4

with Gilbert.

I gotta go.

I gotta get out of here.

All right?

- Where are you goin', man?

- I don't know, man.

I just gotta go, all right?

What are you gonna do, hit me?

- Yeah, right.

- Don't be stupid, Pete.

You're callin' me stupid?

I got a f***ed up ankle.

I got brain and blood all over my body.

And I'm f***in' stupid.

You know what? F*** you!

You know what, man?

You wanna leave? Go ahead, my man.

Matter of fact, take my keys.

I don't give a sh*t.

His head just exploded, like,

all over the place, all over everything.

All over my clothes, my face,

all over--

And then I dropped Linc off at home...

and then I left, you know,

and I just--

I needed someone to talk to

about this whole situation.

I don't want that anymore.

Tough night, Pete.

It's gonna be okay.

I want you to go home,

and I want you to get some rest.

I'm gonna take care of this for you.

I don't know how, but I'm gonna do it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you so early.

I hope I didn't wake you up

or disturb your wife or anything.

My wife.

So did you get a look

at these two guys? Hello.

- Yeah.

- What?

What did they look like? Yeah.

I never said that there were two--

No, no. All right.

Have a good time.

No, I think it was too dark...

for me to see anything.

Listen. I have to take this call

in the other room.

It's my wife.

Oh, yeah.

Can't you understand I'm tied up?

Not here.

Am I speaking French to you?

What the hell?

Not the yard!

- Hey, leave a message after the beep.

- Hey, Linc, you didn't say our na--

Linc, if you get this message,

do not go back to the apartment.

There's cops all over the place.

Just meet me and Julie down at that

place at the beach tomorrow morning.

Hi, Mom.

What's happened to you?

Well, you know,

things are pretty f***ed up, Ma.

Don't use that foul language with me.

Who is it, honey?

Hi, Dad.

What do you want?

Let me get you

some clean clothes, okay?

Well, I was--

- I was just-- You know, I just--

- We're not bailing you out.

What? What do you mean,

you're not bailing me out?

The police already came by.

What? No, no.

The police are in on it, Dad.

- Come on. Save it.

- No, listen to me. Just for a second.

I'm a police officer now, Dad.

- Oh, you're a police officer?

- Yes, I'm a police officer.

Here we go.

Some clean clothes, honey.

- Now clean up. You're a mess.

- I don't need clean clothes right now.

- They're his.

- Officer Pete?

Why are you laughing at me?

Officer Pete. Betty,

you know, at least he got a haircut.

Maybe when they make him captain,

they'll give him a uniform.

Why don't you just

give him a chance?

I'm sorry about your guy.

He wasn't my guy.

Well, I guess not.

He's a pimp.

He's not sober.

And on the phone he was saying

something about Tricky.

The guy was playing with me

the entire time.

Well, I think everything's

gonna be okay.

You think?

It just feels good to say it.

- Good night.

- Good night.

If you need to go to a meeting...

tomorrow morning...

then I can go down

to the pier by myself.

No, it's okay.

Thanks.

Would you just hold me?

Thanks for being here.

You too.

Damn, Sonny, what took you so long?

I was waitin' out there forever.

What, I don't get no

"Hello. I miss you.

Sorry I didn't call your ass

until I needed some sh*t"?

What happened to you?

What's with the fishin' hat?

I'm tryin' to stay

on the undercover, man.

Penitentiary life ain't good

for a brother, is it?

You got the info or what, man?

Your man Gilbert O'Reilly was dealin'.

What you mean "was"?

It was on the news. They found him at

the beach with another dude, both dead.

Cops said it was a murder-suicide.

I think it was some S-M sh*t myself.

All right, look, Sonny, man.

I'm gonna need to borrow your car.

Hell, no. You might be named

after Lincoln who freed the slaves...

but I ain't about

to free my wheels up, man.

I got some sh*t goin' down tonight.

I could use a partner

like the old days, you know?

- Don't waste your breath.

- You know you can run now.

- Sonny.

- Track star!

Just consider this my way of keeping

your skinny ass out of a life of crime.

Don't save me

from a life of crime, man.

Crime pays. Well.

Did you ever break-dance

when you were in school?

- I imagine you did, though.

- I can break-dance.

Disgusting.

I'm like a ladies' man.

I love to dance.

Knock it off.

- What?

- Looking.

Oh, come on.

Oh, man!

What did you do to my car, man?

- Oh, sh*t.

- Look at this.

- What did you do to my goddamn car?

- Linc, wait.

Wait. Okay. Just don't say anything

for a second. Let me just explain it.

Let me just explain it,

all right?

- He said something about a big deal.

- Jules, it makes total sense, man.

Last night

I stopped in on a friend.

Got the car, some clothes,

and I got some information.

Turns out that Gilbert

was Tricky's snitch.

Here you go.

I didn't know if you wanted cream

or half and half or sugar or Equal or--

Black's fine. It's fine.

- All right.

- Did I miss something?

- You sure?

- Yes.

Check it out.

All right. Here's what we got.

Now Billy's workin' something,

runnin' with the men in blue.

And Gilbert definitely

didn't take out the bald guy...

so he probably

didn't cap himself either.

So since Gilbert was Tricky's snitch,

he's hooked in too.

And whoever stole the drugs

from the evidence locker...

was trying to frame Captain Greer.

Wait. No, I didn't hear

anything you guys just said.

The cops, man-- Tricky,

Eckford, Lanier, the whole gang--

They're all into something.

No. Mothershed. When I was at his house,

he said there were two guys.

- And I never even said that.

- Yeah, right.

Whatever they got goin' got something

to do with Billy, Gilbert and drugs.

This is like one of those dirty cop

drug things. This sh*t really happens?

- Looks that way.

- And Greer was onto him.

That's why there was all

that secret stuff before he died.

That's why he died.

He was trying to protect us.

Yeah.

So what now?

You know, we need to get some evidence.

We need some evidence.

Just trust me. They all

gotta meet up and go over the plan.

- Really?

- Look, these stupid motherfuckers...

are nothin' if not predictable, man.

- So how long do we do this?

- Till something happens.

Is this all that cops do--

sit around in cars, waiting?

We can go get some doughnuts.

I gotta pee.

What did I tell you?

Looks like that's all of 'em.

- I'm goin' in.

- What?

Pete, your ankle's all messed up.

I'm good at this. Don't worry.

We'll all go.

No. It's too much noise.

Don't worry about it.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I got it.

You really think

he can pull this off?

That's it. We don't want

no more to do with this.

Come on, Carl.

Don't be such a p*ssy.

- Don't call me a p*ssy.

- F*** you, motherf***er.

- See what this thing is doing to us?

- What?

- We out of here.

- Ah, sh*t. Come on, Carl. Come here.

- This was supposed to be about drugs.

- Two people are dead.

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