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Hey.

That was great.

Great.

Why the hell would you wanna be

a cop?

Why not?

- That sounded great.

- Uh, Wynton Marsalis I'm not.

I don't know.

- Good evening. - Hi.

- Compliments of the house.

- Thank you, darling.

- Enjoy.

Thank you.

- Here's to you, kid.

- And you.

- Now, that's why I'm a cop.

You get paid money when you're a cop.

- Mm.

- My cop chops are better than my hard chops.

- Actually, I prefer the classics.

Hmm.

- Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky.

- Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

However, Tchaikovsky was purely classical.

Stravinsky, on the other hand, is

like listening to Charlie Parker.

He incorporates the classical with improvisation,

a melody, and a variation on a melody.

You follow?

Yeah, I just can't believe you're a cop.

Why?

- You're so sensitive.

- Oh.

- I thought all cops were jerks.

- Not all of 'em, honey, just the good ones.

- Oh.

- I'm Nick Berzak.

I'm Frank's partner.

- Hi, Nick.

How you doing?

- Pretty good.

- Frank been telling you about his police exploits?

- Actually, we were talking about classical music and jazz.

- Well, let me tell you something about Frank.

Frank Hazeltine is the best cop I've ever seen.

I've seen some good ones.

You know, I once saw Frank go into a bar full of dikes

and kick the shit out of all of 'em?

Then, he burned the place to the ground

just to teach 'em a lesson.

He's just kidding.

- Don't be shy, man. - Oh.

- Did you tell her about the nine-year-old kid

you blew away last week?

It was all a mistake, actually.

I mean, the kid had a water pistol, and it looked real.

Now, most of us would've waited, not Frank.

He blasted the kid right between the eyes.

Had to bury the little fucker in a rubber bag.

- Oh.

If you'll excuse me, I really have to be going.

Oh, uh, wait a minute.

Hey, hey, don't go.

It gets better.

- You're sick.

- What's the matter with her anyway?

- Fuck you, acid gut.

- You didn't wanna go to bed with that airhead anyhow.

I mean, she'd probably take you back to her place,

and you'd have the best sex

of your entire life, so big deal.

- Did Teresa turn you down against, putz?

- No way.

I had to hold her off with a cattle prod.

- When are you gonna give up on that woman?

- I cannot help it if I'm in love with her, all right?

Look. - You like that?

- The hell with women, all right.

Who needs 'em?

It's just you and me, Frank.

- I'm not going.

- Come on, man.

You'll love it.

- How long have you been staking out DaCosta,

and what have you got to show for it?

Total zip.

- The man is a sleaze.

I intend to prove it.

- You are a very sick man.

You know that?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Making me sick eating that garbage.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Don't insult the good name of El Maya, pal,

Just 'cause you can't get alfalfa sprout with truffles.

You know what I mean?

- You really don't care anything about your stomach, do you?

- Yeah, it's my stomach.

Put whatever I want in it.

- True, you got that right.

- Oh, Harry, you're too good for me.

- Mr. DaCosta, Mr. Pogue's here.

- I'll see him in the study.

- Sir.

- I was just getting warmed up.

- That's it for tonight, honey.

I've got business.

- What am I supposed to do?

- I don't know.

- And then, uh- - Read a book or something.

You do read, don't you?

So, you're Pogue.

You come highly recommended.

This is the gentleman we discussed.

- Right, the, uh, talkative guy?

You, uh, want me to do it, you know, slow?

- No, no, there's no need for that.

He's an old friend.

- One thing, you know you're being watched?

- Yes, Berzak, a cop.

Actually, he's a fanatic.

Forget it.

I'm not worried.

I'll get it.

- Hi.

- Hello, Speed.

Couldn't have mailed it.

- I don't trust the mail.

- It's a week late.

- Sorry.

Really.

Can I come in?

- I was just about to go out.

- Just for a minute, I wanna talk.

- Fine, fine.

Just for a minute.

Yeah.

Changed this place around.

Where's my walleye?

- What?

- My walleye.

- I threw it back.

- You dumped my walleye?

That was the largest walleye caught in Bay Lake, Minnesota.

That was a record.

Did you know that? - Then, why didn't you take

it to your place?

- 'Cause I'm not settled in yet.

- Oh, Jesus, Nick, it's only been two years.

- Hey, well, I'm slow to adjust psychological upheaval.

Besides, I didn't come here to argue with you.

- Then, what did you come here for?

- You wanna go to dinner?

- No, I don't think so.

No.

- Why not?

You got something going on?

You got a guy coming over, don't ya?

Yeah.

What, he's gonna come over, and he's gonna take you

to a movie, buy a real big dinner,

and then you're gonna put on the sexy underwear

that I bought for you

that you'd never wear for me. - That's it.

Get outta here now.

- Hey, I cleared my whole calendar for you this evening.

Oh, really? - Yeah.

- Aren't we watching DaCosta's house any longer?

- I don't do that anymore.

- Please, leave.

- Hey, I got better things to do with my time, all right?

- Fine. - Yeah.

- Go. - Uh-huh.

- Goodbye, Nick.

Saturday at 8:00.

- Hey, Nick. - Yeah.

- I got a cut on my knee.

- 'Kay, what do you got?

- She had a guy over to visit her this week,

a guy in a red Corvette.

- Well, all right, darling, that's good.

Keep up the good work, okay?

Hey.

- Me? - Yeah.

You going to see Teresa Berzak?

- Uh, yeah, I am.

You're not her husband, are you?

- No, I'm her physician.

You're not one of her contacts, are you?

- Uh, I'm afraid I don't understand what-

- Oh, don't worry, man.

I think we caught it in the early stages.

She's probably gonna tell you about it right now anyhow.

See, it's very important getting in touch

with all her friends in her, uh, intimate circle.

Have a good day, man.

- Right. - Yeah.

- Thanks. - Sure.

- Hey, what's happening, baby?

Sure is looking fine tonight, whoo.

Woman like you shouldn't be left all alone

on a sweet night like this, but hey, that's okay

'cause old Lionel's here to make everything nice.

How 'bout a bite on my foot long?

- Hey, beat it, asshole, I already got a boyfriend.

- And a very lucky man he is, too, mama, and I'm gone.

Hey, you, you wanna go and try your luck?

- Come in right here. - Yes, sir.

Basketball, basketball, come on, sport.

Step right up and guess his weight, come on.

Ring the bell, win a prize.

And the winner.

Step right up.

All right, kid, sorry, better luck next time.

He's looking at you.

He is not.

Here, step right up.

Step right up, three throw-ins.

Two, one, yes, sir.

Here you go, son.

Hey, almost, good shot.

All right, young lady, you show him what to do.

You wanna try it?

Come on, three shots for a dollar, just a dollar.

Come on over here.

You, come on, hey, you, come on, try your luck, buddy.

- Police officer, freeze.

Holy.

Keep going.

Get outta the way.

Hey, get that guy.

- Move it, move.

- Get outta the way.

119 to central, send some backup, would ya?

5th and Bonaventure.

10-4.

10-4, I'll call it in.

B5.

Raise your hand, uh, 44.

G56.

O62.

O74.

G59.

Bless me, father, for I have sinned.

You got that right, ace.

- Shit.

- A whole bag full.

- O48.

I17.

G45.

N32.

- Back off, pig.

- Ladies, please.

This is a house of God.

- Preacher, tell this man the ingredients of mortal sin,

would ya?

- Serious matter, sufficient reflection, and ...

- Lose the gun, or, or I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch.

You hear me?

I'll do it.

- Go ahead.

- Goddammit it, man, I'm not kidding.

- Neither am I.

You kill him, I'll kill you.

Hey, wait a minute.

I got it.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill the son of a bitch.

Oh.

- I'll kill him.

That's it.

I'll kill him. You kill me.

- Don't.

I'll do it.

I will.

- Hey, man, come on.

Let's kill some more people.

There's lots of people out there to kill, man.

And then, it'll just be you and me.

Come on, man.

- Shut up, man, shut the fuck up.

- Come on, man.

We'll all be dead.

You crazy bastard.

- Let's do it.

Let's die right now, yeah.

- You're crazy, man. - Do it, do it.

- Oh, fuck it.

What?

- On the ground, asshole.

Right now.

Yeah, right.

- Put your hands out with your palms up.

Come on, do it.

Right foot over the left.

Frank.

My God.

You do make one ugly broad.

- Jesus, man, I love being a cop.

- I'm really proud of you guys, okay?

That was a damn good job.

Hey, come on, it's 18-year-old Scotch.

- Yeah, I had 18-year-olds before, very sweet.

This, this'll fuck you up.

- A good bust last night, guys.

- Thank you, Paul.

- In the future, I'd appreciate it if you'd wait

for sufficient backup.

Kaminski, the DA wants us to extradite Boudreau.

- The hit man?

- Yeah.

As a matter of fact, I want these two to do it.

He got picked up when he wasted a pusher down south.

He wants to make a deal, says he'll trade his employer,

who he claims is the source of all the China white coming

into the city, not to mention the new influx of black tar.

- Okay, so three guesses, who is it,

uh, Al Carolini, Enrique Escobar, Tai Charlie?

- Harry DaCosta.

- Oh.

- Oh, come on, Nick.

Come on, get off of that.

- Hey, I know it was DaCosta.

- Harry DaCosta is the chairman of the United Fund

and one of the best friends

of the mayor, Berzak.

- So?

- Not to mention a major contributor to the Boy Scouts

and the philharmonic.

- Hey, that was his shit last night.

So was that airport case last month.

I guarantee it.

- Be that as it may, you two leave

for Del Mar tomorrow morning, 9:00.

Get some rest.

Why them, though, Paul?

I need 'em here. - I, I can't go to Del Mar.

- I want undercover officers- - I can't do it Del Mar.

- And these are two of the best.

I wanna make sure

that Charlie Boudreau stays alive to testify.

- My mother lives in Del Mar.

- You think somebody's gonna take a pop at him, cap'n?

- Yeah, could happen.

Just make sure it doesn't.

- I haven't called my mom in a month.

I'm a dead man.

Hey, I expect more sympathy outta you, Frank.

The only thing-

- Hey, Speed. - I don't wanna go

unless we get back on time.

- Honey, I'm home.

Nicholas, it's your mother.

I'm very upset with you.

Nicholas, are you there?

If you're there, pick up the phone.

Don't monitor this phone Nicholas.

Pick it up.

You haven't even...

Nicholas, it's me again.

I'm sorry I got angry, honey, but after all,

when a son refuses to call his mother,

I mean, there's something very wrong there.

Well, it's not asking much.

I'm asking you to call me and tell me that you're fine,

that you're well, that I love you,

and that I miss you, and that's all.

That's not a lot.

You can reverse the charges.

I'll pay for the collect cost.

I'm not a well person, Nicholas.

Nick, it's Frank.

I can't go to Del Mar, man.

I just found out they want us to fly.

I'm terrified of flying.

You know flying scares

the hell out me.

You know I'm scared to death of flying.

- Gotta confront your fears, Frank.

I am quite calm.

You have no fear of flying.

- I have no fear of flying.

You enjoy the sensation of flight

and understand that you are safe.

- I enjoy the sensation of flight and understand I am safe.

You're gonna go down in flames.

- You are by far an asshole.

Speaking of being psychologically crippled by fear,

have you called your mother

to tell her we're coming down, hmm?

- Uh, not yet.

- Oh, shit, ah.

You are quite calm.

- I am quite calm.

- Keep the change. - Thanks.

- Thank you, sir. - Sure.

You got something for me?

- Hello. - Rack, no.

We started following the customers after the card.

- Mr. Boudreau's mouthpiece is dragging his feet.

I won't be able to let you have him until tomorrow.

- Hey, man, we gotta be back tonight.

- Well, you can go anytime you want,

but Mr. Boudreau will be here till tomorrow.

- Oh, that's great.

What the hell are we gonna do in Del Mar till tomorrow?

I'm not seeing my mother.

Did you call my mom?

You are in deep shit, pal.

I haven't called her in a month, man.

- Coming.

So, you come to town, and I gotta hear from your partner?

- Hey. - Hey?

How do you know I'm not going out?

- Are you going out?

- I never go out.

You know better.

Come in here.

I haven't seen you in so long I forgot what you look like.

I look like this, mom.

- You lost weight, baby.

- Nah. - Yes.

You're thinner.

Want a cup of coffee?

I just made a fresh pot.

- Yeah. - Oh, good.

So, how long you staying this time, Nick?

I gotta leave in the morning.

What?

I gotta be back in the morning.

- Oh, no.

I should've known.

At least I get to see that sweet face.

Ooh, I'm gonna give you a niner.

Mm, ooh, that was fun.

- Yeah.

Frank sends his love.

Oh, he's a sweetheart.

Yeah.

- I bet he saves your life.

- Not that often.

- Want some banana cake?

Yeah, I made it fresh today.

- Huh.

- How's Teresa?

- Better off without me.

- Well, that's your own fault, babe.

You should have married DaCosta.

You spend more time at his house than you do at your own.

I mean, it's the truth.

I don't blame her.

- Oh, thanks, Mom.

- You should have gone to law school like your brother.

- Hey, fuck lawyers.

- Nicholas Berzak.

- I like being a cop, all right?

- So did your father.

- Ah, shit.

It happens, all right?

- I just don't want it to happen to you.

- No sweat, mom.

Oh, yeah, great.

Jokes now, right?

- Yeah, look, I don't need this shit.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - It's all right.

No, it is.

- Come on, now. - No problem.

I'll just take off. - No, no, it's,

we won't, we won't fight, I promise.

- What do you think we've just been doing?

- No, I, we won't fight anymore, I promise, okay?

Stay for dinner.

I'll make you your favorite.

- Sloppy Joe's?

- And fries.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

- You're shitting me, right?

Hey, I don't shit you.

Come on.

We'll go peel the potatoes.

God, mom, I love you.

I love you, baby.

- Come on, Boudreau.

- Hi. - Hi.

Mm.

- Yeah.

- Bye.

See ya.

- You take care of yourself, bye.

Muah.

- I was gonna ask you where the fuck you'd been.

- Hello, Charles.

- Hazeltine and Berzak.

Christ almighty, I'll never make it back alive.

- How the hell are you doing?

- Oh, I'm doing just fine.

- Yeah, look, just gimme a tip, all right?

What do you say to the bitch

when you first see it, right?

Your inward self is balanced.

My inward self is balanced.

You have no fear of flying.

I have no fear of flying.

You have no fear of flying.

- I have no fear of flying.

- So, Charlie, who's pipelining all the Chinese shit

and the black tar into LA?

- Fuck you.

- Come on, man.

Al Carolini, right?

Johnny Ruffino?

You guys are narcotics cops.

- Quite calm. - Yeah.

- I'm quite calm.

- I am a dead man.

- It's Harry DaCosta, isn't it?

- Fuck off.

- Hey, Frank.

Frank.

Hey, man, we got trouble.

- What the hell was that?

- Everybody down.

- Jesus, I am gonna go down in a plane.

- Yeah.

You okay back there?

Landing gear.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

What was that?

- You okay, Frank?

No, I'm not.

- Shit.

Boudreau, Boudreau.

Frank.

Come on, Charlie.

It's only a matter of time.

- Got that son of a bitch.

I saved your life, young fella.

- You might've saved my life,

but you ruined my career, buddy.

Shit.

Call an ambulance.

Haul ass.

Charlie, you're gonna be okay.

- Bullshit cop. - Yeah.

Just tell me if it was Harry DaCosta, okay?

- You know, I killed a lot of guys with a shotgun.

I always wondered what it felt like.

It sucks. - Just tell me

it was Harry, man, would ya, please?

Shit.

Charlie.

Shit.

- Goddamn it.

- Old McDonald had a shotgun.

Shut up.

I don't want to hear any of your bull, Berzak.

Somebody tipped off Boudreau's extradition, Paul.

- Listen, I think you're trying to cover

up for these two idiots.

Pending investigation of this matter,

I want these men on desks.

Now, get outta my sight, all of you.

- Let's go.

- I don't blame him.

He's always talking about-

- What?

I, I was just talking to myself.

- Like that?

- Yeah, that was great. - Yeah?

- But I'll see you at the natural food seminar?

- Okay, I'll be looking for you.

- Great. - Bye.

- Bye. - It's good to see you.

- Nice seeing you. - Yeah.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Has it always been like this for you?

Since I was 10.

- Can't figure it out, man.

I don't think about it.

- What the fuck is that shit?

- Yogurt, yeast paste, lecithin,

all the things you ought to be eating.

Want some?

- No way, I'm on a low mucus diet.

You know that.

- Yeah.

- I've been thinking, Frank.

- It's DaCosta again, isn't it?

- No, it's not about DaCosta again, Frank.

I think we ought to go after the guys that hit Boudreau.

Figure they're local.

- Now, how do you figure that?

- Because they're working for DaCosta.

- There's that name again.

- Come on, Frank.

They made us look real bad.

The entire squad things were screwups.

- So, now you wanna screw up real big

and remove all doubt, right?

- No, I don't wanna do that.

I'm just an agile guy, Frank.

I can get my foot in my mouth.

I can even work with my nose to the grindstone,

but my ass doesn't fit under a desk, and neither does yours.

- No, no, no.

- Who is it?

What's happening, man?

Some brothers downtown told me you got VCRs for sale.

- Get outta here, man.

You got the wrong house.

I'm a lawyer.

I got cash, motherfucker.

I need 20 of 'em.

Hand on your head.

Keep it there.

- Hey, I was just on the toilet thinking 'bout y'all, man.

Ain't life a bitch?

- Yeah, hiya, Casey.

- Are all these yours, brother?

- Uh, yeah, brother.

Well, see, I'm 'bout to get married.

You know how everybody gives you the same present?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, that's right.

That's right.

What, you get this $8,000 Rolex for, uh, Christmas, right?

- Yeah, I got that from my lady, man.

- So, how come it's engraved,

"With love to Dr. Ira Kettlebaum"?

Check it out.

- That's what the bitch calls me, man.

- Oh, it's like a pet name, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Stick it to me, Dr. Kettlebaum, right?

Yeah.

- Is she's a real squealer and shit?

Yeah, she's a freak, man.

- Squealer, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Hey, look, you brothers want something, right?

So, why don't you take yourselves a VCR apiece?

- You know better than that, Casey.

- We want a line on the dudes that popped Charles Boudreau.

- Hey, look, I ain't got nothing to do with that, man.

That was downstate.

- And we figured the guns were local.

- Yeah, and unless you want to produce receipts

on all this shit, including the Rolex,

you dig what I'm saying?

- Okay, man, I'll look around

and see what I can do, all right?

All right, you do that.

Take it easy, Casey.

Take it easy, big fella.

- Hey, Frank, we gotta book this shit in.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Nick's, yo.

You know what they're calling you on the streets now?

- What's that?

- Berserk.

They should meet my mother, right, Frank?

- Yeah, she's probably a ugly bitch.

- You think Casey'll come up with anything?

- He better, or I'll step on his Kettlebaum.

Oh, why did I eat those extra jalapenos?

- 'Cause you got an unconscious hostility

towards your colon, that's why.

- Oh, shit.

- What?

- It's 10 after 8:00.

I'm supposed to be having dinner with Theresa tonight.

- When are you gonna give up on that lady?

She deserves better.

- I know it, but I can't help it.

I'm in love with her, all right?

- All right, okay, all right.

Thanks a lot.

See you later.

- I'm a cop.

Be cool.

Sit down.

- Hey, man.

- Carlo, shit.

Let him breathe, all right?

I'm sorry, man.

It's Nick Berzak.

We went to high school, man.

You stole a Trans Am.

Oh, yeah, Nick, how you doing?

Good, man, how you doing?

You look good.

You got some blood on you, man.

You okay?

- It's your blood, Carlo.

Oh, wow, I must be hurting or something, yeah?

- Yeah, man.

- Yeah, I'm on medication, Nick.

- Yeah, okay, listen, Carlo,

you just go home and dry out, all right, man?

- Okay.

- And get some ice on that lip.

- All right, man.

- All right, man.

You're new around here.

What's your name?

- Malcolm. - Malcolm?

- Yeah, what are you, welcome wagon?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- I've seen you oozing around the street.

What is your scam?

- Me? - Yeah.

- I sell Amway products.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. - I catch you dealing

any soap flakes in this neighborhood, I will cripple you.

- I ain't afraid of no jive-ass cop, man.

I know my rights.

- Malcolm, I am not your normal jive-ass cop, all right?

And around here, you got no rights.

- Ah, you must be Berserk.

- You don't know the half of it, baby.

Hey, Malcolm, have a nice day.

Coming.

- Hi, ready for dinner?

- What happened?

- Dinner at 8:00, don't you remember?

- No, Nick, I never said I'd go to dinner with you.

What happened?

- Why, you got somebody here?

- I don't know.

What happened?

- I just beat the shit out of a guy I went to school

with in high school.

I caught him in the middle of a buy,

and I fucked him up real bad.

- I can't do it again.

I can't...

God, why do you have to make this so difficult?

Don't do this to me.

I don't wanna do this to you.

Can't you understand that I just need

to take care of myself now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry.

- Are you gonna be okay?

Goddamn it.

- I get the feeling I'm paying for a lucky accident.

- Hey, wouldn't've happened if I wasn't there.

Let's just say I'm motivated it, hmm?

Oh, by the way, that cop who always watches your house,

what's his name?

- Berzak.

- Right.

He was one of Boudreau's escorts outta Del Mar.

Way I heard, he's got a real thing for you.

Now, for a small fee, I could-

- I don't bother killing cops, Pogue.

It's bad for my reputation.

However, I do have a transaction this weekend.

Be nice if he wasn't around.

Maybe a, uh, small diversion, a family crisis perhaps.

- I'm running a special.

Berzak.

♪ I'm not feeling too good myself ♪

- You know, I cannot figure out why it is every time

I talk to that woman, I say the wrong thing.

Why is that? - 'Cause you always shoot

your mouth off before your brain's loaded.

That's why.

- Bingo, Dr. Kettlebaum approaches.

- Okay, this is it.

I got a line on a guy.

His name is Bobby Sweet.

Seems he likes to talk a lot when he gets high,

claims to know the guy that did Charlie B.

- And where do we find is Bobby Sweet?

- He works at some Mud Palace, Gazzarri's.

Am I clear?

Am I off the hook now?

- Depends on Bobby Sweet.

You can go now, Dr. Kettlebaum.

♪ We're so glad you made it ♪

- Oh, God.

♪ We're so glad your made it ♪

♪ Now, gimme some loving ♪

♪ Gimme some loving ♪

- You make animals sick with that shit.

You should cool out.

- Hey, but how, how 'bout that?

Hey, listen, do you have any more room on that bicycle?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I've been working on this a long time, man.

I gotta be honest with you, Nick,

I, I got an aversion to mud.

Well, it's probably because it resembles

that health food crap you've been scarfing.

Didn't you ever make mud pies when you were a kid?

- Nice ambience.

Of course, once the yuppies discover this place,

it's gonna be swamped.

- Wouldn't you like be in there with them?

- You got no respect for the human body.

- Sure, I do.

- Would you gentlemen like to be seated?

- We're looking for a man by the name of Bobby Sweet.

You know him?

- Funny name.

I'd remember that one if I ever heard it.

Maybe Bruce, the bartender, knows him.

- Hi, Speed, how they hanging?

Fine, John, thanks.

- We're looking for a guy by the name of Bobby Sweet.

You know him?

- Take a hike.

- What?

- Hey, man, this place is clean.

We don't need cops like you coming in here

and fucking it up.

- This is just a simple request, pal.

Do you know him?

- You heard Bruce.

He asked you nice.

Out.

- Listen, you fucking eunuch.

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

- Up the stairs, Nick.

Throw him out, yeah.

Come on, ref.

Come on, referee.

- Hey, buddy, no free looks, huh?

Slime face.

- Come on out, Sweet.

Stop abusing yourself, man.

Put down the smut.

Come on, Bobby.

All right.

Run.

My God, he's killed himself.

Hey, hey, you can't do this to me, man.

I got rights.

Come on, come on.

- Hey, what is this man?

- Riding around with you all night

kinda stunk up our car, pal.

- We need a little fresh air, someplace quiet.

- Yeah, someplace you can scream.

Oh, that's funny.

Some people told us you like to talk

when you get high.

Are we high enough yet, Bobby?

I don't know.

Swear I don't know.

- Ah, you'll never make a good lawyer, Nick.

You can't lie for shit.

Come on, move it.

You can go back down.

All you gotta do is tell us who killed Charles Boudreau.

- All that shit you've been mainlining fucked

up your leg muscles, didn't it?

Come on, move it.

Hey.

- Ah, man, Bobby.

You can see everything from up here, man.

You can even see the ground from up here.

- Wait.

Wait, come on.

- Bobby, I want you to- - Don't push.

- Check this out.

Come here, man.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- What do you think of that shit, huh?

Oh, my God, Jesus Christ, oh, God.

- I wouldn't've figured you to be the religious type.

It must be because we're so close to God up here.

- Yeah. - Look, man, I just talk, man.

I just shoot my mouth, Jesus Christ.

I don't even know anything.

I, I don't know shit, man, really.

- Uh, maybe these will help you, Bobby.

Oh, God.

I'm not gonna put those on, man.

You can't,

you can't make me put-

- Sure we can.

Don't worry, Bobby.

- Oh, God, please. - We'll talk to Jesus.

- Please, oh, God.

- See, it increases blood flow to the brain, Bobby.

How's your memory?

- Oh, God.

I'm gonna throw up.

- Well, technically, you'll be throwing

down, Bobby. - Yeah.

- Oh, God, please, oh, God.

- God's got an alibi.

Try somebody else, chief.

- Hey, Nick, you think maybe the boots are

a little too tight?

- Yeah.

Pogue, Terry Pogue.

They work, they work.

I told you.

- That's right, Frank.

- I, I bet Bobby can even remember Mr. Pogue's address.

Ain't that right, Bobby? - Yeah.

- Oh, no, uh, no, no, uh, no.

Yeah, Bunker, Bunker Hill, Bunker Hill Condominiums,

apartment, uh- - Amazing.

- Uh, 2608. - Look at that.

- Okay, Bob we'll check it out.

- No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

God, aren't you gonna let me go?

- Well, look at it this way, Bob.

By the time we come back,

your complexion will be all cleared up.

- And you'll have a lot more hair.

Hang in there, Bob.

- Wait, no, wait, wait.

No, please, don't leave me up here.

Come on, guys.

- Sparse, but I like it.

- Who's there?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Bobby.

- Pogue, Terry, uh, thank God.

Oh, man.

I didn't tell 'em anything, Terry.

I didn't tell 'em shit, man.

That's why they left me here.

You should've seen me laugh right in their faces, man.

- I appreciate that, Bobby.

- Hey, uh, you, you, think

that you could, uh, uh, you know, help me down?

- Sure, Bobby, sure.

- Oh, great, man, thanks.

Oh, my God.

- Oops.

- So, DaCosta represents your father,

and you scarf all of this junk food

to fulfill an oral longing for your mother's breasts,

which incidentally are 70% fat.

- Oh, that's great, Frank.

First you ruin food for me.

Now, you gotta ruin tits.

- Oh, shit.

- What?

- Freeze, police.

Freeze.

Oh, I tell 'em to freeze.

They never freeze.

- He should've froze.

- It's not like we didn't tell 'em, man.

- Am I missing something here?

Is it now departmental policy for detectives

to make up their own assignments,

act on their own authority?

- They're acting on my authority, Paul.

- Oh, on your authority, how nice.

I put them on desks.

I ought to bust all three of ya down to traffic.

- Look at it this way, captain.

We got the guy who whacked Boudreau in the hospital

under 24-hour guard, and he can finger DaCosta for us.

- DaCosta again?

I'm sick and tired of hearing about DaCosta.

You haven't got a shred of evidence to prove

he even kicks his dog.

Harry DaCosta is a decent, upstanding citizen, Goddamn it.

- Now, the doctor says we can talk to Pogue tomorrow, Paul.

Then, we'll have our evidence.

- Oh, all right, that's wonderful.

Then, I want you to assign two detectives to go

to the hospital and tape Pogue's statement

but not these two.

Berzak, Hazeltine, this is the last break you get from me.

You stay away from the hospital and off of this case.

Is that clear?

Out.

- I don't blame him.

He's always talking about-

- What?

- No, I was just talking to myself.

Thanks for covering for us, Larry.

- I dunno why I keep saving you guys' asses.

- 'Cause, in your heart, you know we're right.

Telephone, sir.

- DaCosta.

It's Pogue.

He's alive in the hospital.

- What hospital?

County General.

He broke a couple bones.

- I see.

Want me to take care of it?

- No, no, just do what you normally do.

I'll take care of it.

Very nice.

- Hey, smashing.

Who is?

- You are.

I am?

- You are.

- I am smashing?

- You are smashing.

- You are smashing.

- I am?

You are.

- Marlow's Memory Lane, Herman.

Hey, Herman, Nick Berzak.

- Hey, how you doing, Nick?

- You see that broad that Frank's sitting with?

- Yeah.

- Can you get her to the phone?

Yeah, don't tell her who it is, man.

- Sure.

Uh, excuse me, there's a call for you.

- Oh, thank you.

Hello.

- Hello, you know that gentleman you're sitting with?

- Yes.

- Yeah, did he discuss his sexual preferences with you?

- Who is this?

- Look, that's not important, baby.

Did the son of a bitch discuss

his sexual preferences with you?

- No, why?

- I don't know why he does this to me.

I mean, well, I guess it's because he gets some kind

of perverse thrill out of toying with my emotions.

It's probably because he's a cop.

You know, he has to flirt with women to prove

that he's a man.

You know, woman to woman, I, I, I feel so cheap and so used.

- Thank you.

- Ah.

- You faggot.

- What, what?

Berzak.

You're a shithead.

You know that?

I mean, just because Theresa blows you off doesn't give you

the right to fuck up my life, shithead.

Have I told you recently what an asshole you are?

- Why don't you fill me in on the details

on the way to the hospital?

- The hospital?

Nick, this is Goddamn idiotic.

You know what Ferris said.

- Hey, Ferris is a jerk-off.

- Now, be that as it may, why can't we wait

until Ferris has his boys question Pogue tomorrow?

- Ferris's boys are jerk-offs.

- Dr. Tanney to section 4 station.

I gotta call Barker.

It's only Mr. Pogue's medication.

- Come in.

How we doing, Mr. Pogue?

She'd be a hell of a game.

- How's he doing?

- Hey, Dr. Tanney.

- Hi, Speed, how are they hanging?

- Cozy.

- Glad to hear it.

- What is that shit?

I guess everybody knows

how rusty they're getting.

- That is uncool, man.

Hi, guys. - Nope.

- Hey, Nick, Frank.

What are you guys doing here?

- We're here to see Pogue.

- Nobody sees him.

We got orders.

- Captain Ferris sent us over personally.

- How come Lieutenant Kaminski told us specifically

not to let you guys in there, especially if you said

you had orders from Captain Ferris?

- Kaminski is a bullshit artist, all right?

Frank, tell 'em.

Four Dodger tickets.

- Okay. - All right?

- Okay.

- And two super rib dinners at Roger's, okay?

- You're not getting in there, Berzak.

- Goddamn it.

Code blue 12th floor, stat,

code blue, 12th floor stat.

- Oh, shit.

Visitors, Mendez, rise and shine.

I hate morgues.

- That's him, Joseph Mendez professional hit man,

worked freelance.

- Didn't mind doing over kids either.

This guy was a badass.

- Really?

Because, I mean, he hasn't given me a bit of trouble.

- Yeah, well, uh, I guess we better be going.

- Really?

I was in the middle of ordering lunch

before you guys came up here, uh.

Hi, yeah, uh, make it a pastrami and a small Sprite.

You sure I can't interest you guys in anything?

No, thanks anyhow, man.

- All right.

Anybody else?

Just the one pastrami then.

So, what do we do now?

- What you do now, Frank, is you go fishing.

Yeah, I got it.

- You're both on vacation.

- What are you talking about?

- I just spent an hour in Ferris's office

saving your asses again.

He was all ready to suspend you both.

I finally convinced him it was just, uh, battle fatigue.

You need a little time off, so okay, two weeks.

Take it.

- You know what's really weird, man?

You know, every time we make a move,

somebody is one step ahead of us.

- Yeah, Ferris.

- That's calling it pretty close, pal.

Where the fuck are you going?

- Malcolm.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, huh?

- Oh, man, you guys ain't got no respect for the dead.

- All right, come on outta there, Mal.

Come on.

Oh, Detective Hazeltine, nice-

- Up against the wall, come on.

- Fuck this.

- Ah, what do we got here,

nice little toy, huh? - Yeah, man.

- What have we got here, Malcolm?

What, a little blow?

Lotta blow.

Hey, this is that, uh, this is that black tar, isn't it?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm thinking about getting

into the roofing business.

- What's this?

- What?

- This shit, what is it?

- Actually, that's my mother.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This don't look like no police station to me.

That's because we're on vacation,

and we've got all the time

in the world. - Man, you dudes are crazy.

Hold that thought, babe.

So, you gonna rape me now or what?

- I wanna talk about Harry DaCosta, all right?

- Feel free, man.

Personally, I've never heard of the dude.

- Oh, that right?

Then, where you been scoring all your black tar?

- I forget.

- Damn, you junkies got bad memories.

- Oh, that's cool.

No, we got people that remember for ya, Malcolm.

You see, the word on the street is

that you are rapidly becoming somebody's top salesman.

Oh, Malcolm, shit.

That black tar's good, isn't it?

You popping that stuff about three times a day or what?

So, where's the next shipment coming in?

- Between your mama's legs.

- My mother?

That's a good one, shithead.

There's nothing I like better

than a good joke about my mother.

Asshole.

- You a dead man, Berserk.

- Oh, yeah?

- Everyone on the street's talking about it.

On the homicide hit parade,

you are number one with a bullet, Jack.

- The beauty of all this, Nick,

we don't even have to lay a hand on him.

Look at him.

He's starting to shake already.

You look a little pale, brother.

- Yeah, hey, we got lots of time, right, Frank?

We're on vacation.

Pig.

I want my lawyer.

Problem, Malcolm, just tell us about DaCosta.

Where'd you last meet him?

In bed with your mama.

- Oh, that's right, and she said

you were both lousy.

Yeah, nothing I like better than a good mom joke.

I've never gone

this long before ever. ♪ I think I saw a pig ♪

Stop it.

Stop.

♪ You are the one who can make us all laugh ♪

♪ But doing that makes us break out in tears ♪

Oh, God, stop it.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Tomorrow.

The stuff's coming in tomorrow.

Where?

- Oh, just get me well first.

Oh, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

All I know is the, the stuff comes

into, uh, uh, some trucking warehouse, man,

on the south side.

I swear I don't know the name of the place, okay?

I swear.

Oh, oh, okay.

Enjoy yourself, Malcolm.

You dick.

Oh, you a dead man, just like Pogue.

- What about Pogue?

Yeah, what about Pogue?

Hey, what, what about Pogue?

- DaCosta had him iced, just like he's gonna have you iced.

- How do you know it was DaCosta?

- He talked to his man, and then he hired Mendez

to shut Pogue up.

- What man?

- His man in the department, his ears.

- That's bullshit.

You're lying.

- Oh, no, no, it's the truth.

I swear.

- Who?

- I don't know his name.

Look, all I know is it's somebody big.

Just please.

- Okay, Malcolm, it's all right, man.

You're off the hook.

- Hey, hey, hey, what about my stuff?

Man, you promised.

- I sincerely hope this little consultation has taught

you a valuable lesson on the perils of narcotics abuse.

Ah, please.

Hi, there.

- What do you want?

I wanna talk.

- About what?

Us.

- Oh, God, Nick, there's nothing to talk about.

Hey, wait a minute.

Please.

- What?

- I'm thinking about getting out.

- It seems I've heard this before.

- Have dinner with me.

I wanna talk about it again, seriously.

- You can't talk about anything seriously.

- Hey, I'm a jerk, all right, but a lovable jerk.

Hey, you're killing my self-image here.

You really are.

Just dinner, all right?

Please?

- I refuse to eat at El Maya.

- That's not a problem, real restaurant this time, 'kay,

tablecloths, waiters, champagne, bathroom.

- I'm gonna regret this.

What the hell?

- Bring it back.

Go out for it.

And the crane.

Beautiful.

Hai, class up.

Hai, hai.

Thank you.

- This man is serious.

How do you like that shit, speed ball?

Hmm, ATC.

- You know, Nicholas Berzak,

sometimes you are not such a jerk.

What?

- Sometimes.

- God.

I got a great idea.

Let's go back to your place, get naked,

and then screw ourselves into unconsciousness.

You're so romantic.

Couldn't you be just a little less direct?

- Yeah, sure.

We'll go back to your place, get naked,

Have some champagne and some strawberries,

and then screw ourselves in unconsciousness.

- Oh, God, how could any woman resist an approach like that?

- Well, believe it or not, somehow.

I'm just kidding.

Actually, you are the only woman

I've ever cared about in my entire life.

Goddamn it.

It's the wrong credit card.

Listen, baby.

You want me to drive it out?

- Yeah.

Just be a second.

Teresa.

- Nick, Nick.

- Frank, Jesus Christ, man, what happened?

- What about Theresa, is she okay?

- Yeah, she's gonna be okay.

What happened to you?

- Two dudes in a semi tried to squash me.

- Nick, I just heard what, Jesus Christ, Frank,

what happened to you?

What the hell is going on here?

- Yeah, a couple of guys tried to kill him in a semi-truck.

Somebody, and I'm not saying it's DaCosta, okay,

somebody's after our asses.

- Are you guys getting close to something here?

- Yeah, death.

- Larry, we need to keep this really quiet, all right?

There's a very big deal going down tomorrow.

It's on the east side.

- Where on the east side?

We'll find it.

- ATC Transport.

- See?

- ATC?

Well, there's a lot of activity out there.

How do we know where the deal's going down?

- Check out the limo.

What limo?

What, that one.

Don't see any limo.

- You don't see that limo?

Oh, I see, oh, yeah,

yeah, yeah. - 30 feet long.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Jesus, Frank.

Let's go check it out.

- Mm-mm, mm-mm,

now, you're gonna start blowing everybody away.

We need a low profile.

I'm going.

- You cut me to the bone, Frank.

Right.

Just keep your eye on the limo.

Yo.

- Shit, can't see the damn limo, hmm.

Come on, move the goddamn truck outta there.

No, the fucking limo's gone.

Son of a bitch.

Frank, get in the car.

Why, what happened?

The limo's gone.

Would you mind telling me

what the hell's going on?

I think the limo's in that fucking truck.

What the hell are

all the black and white units doing here?

Must be our leak in the department.

- This is not comfortable, gentlemen.

I'm in the same car, you know.

- Deals on wheels.

It's pretty slick.

- Yeah.

Police.

Police, pull your vehicle over to the right.

Pull your vehicle over to the right and freeze.

- Frank, I told ya, don't say freeze, man.

It only pisses 'em off.

- I can't get a shot off.

Get in the back, Frank.

- What are you gonna do?

- Just get in the back, Frank, all right?

Trust me.

Check's in the mail.

Okay, get ready, Frank.

- Okay, you son of a bitch,

pull that truck over Goddamn it, now.

All right, come on outta there, son of a bitch.

All right, get down on the ground now.

Spread your legs out.

All right, gimme a hand.

Gimme a hand.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

Watch your head, partner.

10-4, good, buddy.

Let's get on down to shaky town.

- You know how to drive one of these things?

- We'll find out.

Oh, gross.

Hang on back there, DaCosta.

♪ We're so glad you made it ♪

♪ We're so glad you made it ♪

Come on, move up, move up.

You know this car?

Okay.

That's good, that's good.

Get those things outta here.

- Frank. - Let's go.

Come on sport, out.

- You are completely surrounded.

Place your weapons at your feet.

Put your hands behind your head.

Stand back.

- Drop the gun, asshole.

Put your hands behind your head.

Get down outta the truck.

Let's go. Move it.

Over there.

Lay down. - Hands on top of your heads.

- Move it, move it. - On the ground,

on the ground, spread 'em.

- Well, what do you know, Tai Charlie.

We got Tai Charlie.

- Top of your head. - Drop the bag, Charlie.

- Hello, Arnie. - Set it down carefully.

- Come on down.

- Come on, move it.

Move it.

Haul ass.

He did it to me again, Frank.

- Oh, Nick, gimme a break.

- Hey, the son of a bitch isn't here, all right?

- I'm gonna have some coffee.

Want some coffee?

Holy shit.

You guys always gotta make a big splash, don't you?

It's a nice case, though.

Congratulations, guys.

There are black and white units rolling

on the warehouse, Larry.

What's that shit?

- Nick, I swear to God Ferris told me specifically-

Yeah, uh-huh, right.

- We think Ferris is the leak in the department.

- What?

- Hi, Speed, where you been?

- Working.

- Do you get him?

- I'm really sorry, baby.

I didn't know he'd hurt you.

- Think I'd feel any better if he'd hurt you?

Come here.

Oh, God, Nick, when is

all this craziness gonna be over?

I just want it to be over.

- Soon, baby, really soon.

Attention please, visiting hours-

Nicholas, Nicholas.

- Yeah, mom.

- When did you get here?

- Just no, but I gotta go.

- Oh, well, where are you going this time of night?

- I have a little unfinished business.

I love you, mom.

- I love you, baby.

- Yes.

- Once upon a midnight dreary as I pondered, weak and weary.

- Who is this?

- It's the wind and nothing more, only this, nothing more.

- Manny, check the main gate.

- Yeah, quote the raven, asshole.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's really good right there.

Very slowly pull your hands away from the weapon.

Good, put your hands behind your head now.

Interlace your fingers.

Hey, doll, do me a favor, would ya?

Take his piece.

Thumb and forefinger.

Great, put it right at my feet.

Now, reach around behind me and get my cuffs.

Mm.

Just the cuffs, baby.

Okay, doofus, hug the statue.

- Monty.

- Monty, hug the statue, Monty.

Yeah, yeah.

Got him?

- Yeah.

- Shut him up.

Put your ankles together, chief.

That's good.

Oh, nice big ones, huh?

Thanks, sweetheart.

- I'm not armed.

- I can see that.

- Wanna frisk me anyway?

- Uh, uh, maybe some other time.

Where's your sugar daddy?

- He's in bed.

- Uh-huh.

- Call me.

- Okay.

Stay, Monty.

- What the fuck?

- Yeah, what the fuck, asshole?

Here we are, Harry, just you and me, nobody between us.

Insane.

- Yeah, that's the rumor.

You won't shoot me.

I don't like you.

You can't shoot me.

You're a cop.

- Have a nice day, asshole.

- Hey, what's the matter?

You don't answer your phone anymore, huh?

- Hey, I'm about to be suspended without pay, man.

- You're lucky DaCosta didn't file criminal charges.

Are you telling me how lucky I am?

Fuck you.

- Whoa.

I just talked to Teresa.

She'd like to see you.

- Oh.

What do I say to her?

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry I almost got you killed."

She was right to throw me out.

I'm just bad news for everybody.

- So, what are you gonna do, just walk away?

- Yeah, maybe.

- But what about DaCosta?

- He's clean. Frank, haven't you heard?

- Why don't you stop this?

- Oh, man, why don't you just go to hell?

- Hey, wait a minute, man.

For four years, you've been bugging the shit

outta me about DaCosta.

You hammered my love life.

You took away my weekends.

You've been a fucking pain in the ass, Nick.

But I hung in there with ya because you're my friend.

We're partners.

- Hey, man, nobody gives a shit, all right?

So, why the fuck should I?

- Because it's more than just DaCosta.

We were set up by one of our own guys.

You gonna walk away from that, too?

They fucked us, Nick,

and I think we ought to oblige them

and return the favor.

- Miranda Sullivan, American Civil Liberties Union.

I'd like to see the transfer authorization

on a suspect Kettlebaum, Ira.

- Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, we don't have anybody under that name.

Can you tell me how it's spelled?

- Just like it sounds.

- Hey, man, I'll knock you on your ass.

- Hey, just get over there and shut up.

- We need the keys to the evidence room.

- You have to sign in first.

- Hey, Berzak, I heard you got suspended.

- That's a bunch of shit, man.

The captain let me off.

- Okay, officer, you're interrupting me, you know?

- Just a moment, ma'am, just a moment.

Uh, I'm gonna need you guys' names, uh, the suspect's-

- Ow, son of a bitch, he bit me.

- Can we do one thing at a time, please?

It's spelled K-E-T-T-L-E-B-A-U-M.

Hey, get off of my booty, man.

- Is this standard operating procedures around here?

Ah, stop it, man.

- Can we at least dump the evidence?

I'll take care of the paperwork myself later, okay?

- I'm counting to three, man. - Thanks.

Catch - One, two, three.

- All right, now what? - I'm gonna count to 10.

All right.

- Uh, officer, could you get that quickly?

Pay attention here. - Freeze.

- I was here first. - Come on.

- Please, do your duty.

Just get the lead out, son, and get me Kettlebaum.

- Well, can you do it?

- I thought you guys said I was off the hook, remember?

- We lied.

- Yeah, don't you know you can't trust a cop?

- Yo, man, you dragged me outta bed in the middle

of the night, no jacket, no drawers on, kicking my ass.

- Cut the crap.

Can you do it or not?

- Course, I can do it.

I'd steal your mama.

I'm the best.

- Then, shut up and get started.

- Yeah, and scream every now and then.

- For what?

- So nobody gets suspicious, asshole.

- Yo, man, tell this white boy brothers ain't

into that no more, man, just too cool.

I'm sorry.

- 'Kay, Mr. Cool, I'll tell you what.

You scream every now and then, or I'll make you scream.

- Fuck you, man.

I said Nettlebaum with an N.

- You said Kettlebaum.

- Don't you blame your mistakes on me, sonny.

- Shit.

Oh, shit.

You can get in there, huh?

- Yeah, we can get in here.

Hey, look, man, I don't know what you guys are into,

but let me in, all right?

- Good job.

- Man, just open the box.

- Hey, hey, hey. - What are you doing?

- I'm just checking it, man. - Open the box.

- Damn.

I ain't been nowhere like this before.

Yeah.

- Okay.

- After you. - After you.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- We can work together, man, me and you.

We decided to let 'em off with a warning.

- Marty.

Hello.

- The cops don't have the cash no more.

- Who is this?

- Tai Charlie.

I'm not giving the cash to no one else,

no one else but you, Harry.

- You're fucking with me, you're dead.

So, I read about you.

- That was yesterday's news.

Our man downtown has more pull than we thought.

I got it all back.

Meet me.

- When and where?

- 2:00 at the old athletic club in Long Beach.

Monty, call our friend downtown.

- Narcotics, please.

Yeah, the old athletic club in Long Beach, you know it?

It's Monty.

You know it?

He said, if you want to pick up your end,

be there at 2:00 a.m.

Got it.

- What have you got, Tai?

So, you weren't kidding.

Ferris, what are you doing here?

- Freeze, police.

- Berzak, Hazeltine, what the hell?

What's going on here?

We got your mother's cold.

You what?

- Don't play dumb, asshole.

- Not playing dumb, Nick.

Drop the gun, drop the gun.

- How could you let this happen, Kaminski?

- You shut up, Harry.

- Jesus Christ, Kaminski?

- I'm sorry, Nick.

- What about us, Larry?

- You two get to die a heroic death, shooting it out

with a big-time drug smuggler and Ferris, the dirty cop.

I'm sorry.

I really like you guys.

Hold it, Charlie, hold it right there.

- Nick.

- Frank.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

- Showing the man the view.

- Oh, God, I'm so glad DaCosta's behind bars.

I don't have to hear your mouth

about DaCosta anymore.

I am so happy.

- Outside of breaking every rule in the book,

damn near getting me killed,

Booze on the job,

You guys cracked a pretty big egg.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- However-

- Every time.

- Your tactics are lousy.

If Kaminski hadn't folded and spilled his guts,

we still wouldn't have a thing on DaCosta.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- You guys are good cops, well done.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- Thanks, captain.

- Nice stuff.

- Uh, I gotta give up this business.

This is- - What?

- I was just talking to myself, sir.

- Have a nice day, captain.

I always liked him.

- Nick, you are so full of it.

I swear.

- Hey, I did.

Besides that, I figured he was clean the whole time.

- Bullshit, bullshit.

Oh, excuse me.

- After you, Jesus. - Jesus.

You know I'm gonna miss you, Speed.

- Hey, man, I keep trying to tell ya,

private investigation, all right?

You got your own hours.

You're your own boss.

It's very happening.

You're so full of it, I swear.

- Can't bullshit a bullshitter, can I?

- Nope.

- All right, man.

- I'll see you later.

Take care of yourself.

- Okay, man.

- Come on, Speed.

Lake Arrowhead's gonna dry up.

- I'll see you later, Teresa.

Have a nice time.

- See you, man. - Both of you.

- Okay, baby.

Bye.

Hi, darling.

Let's get outta here.

Nicholas, it's your mother.

Listen, I don't understand why you think I'm out of line

if I wanna go to Arrowhead with you and Teresa.

Nicholas, it's me again.

I'm sorry I got angry, but when a son can't talk

to his own mother, I don't know what's,

Nicholas, I am not a well woman.