You have been paying into
the pension fund for 16 years.
When you quit, you get it back. Let's go
for the good life while we can enjoy it.
We bust our ass in Chicago.
Nobody cares.
- I still like being a cop.
- This will be the same thing.
We break up fights,
we argue with drunks...
...we'll roust hookers, and occasionally,
if we're lucky, we will get robbed.
It's sudden to talk about quittin'.
- Might look like we're scared.
- We're not scared, we're smart.
We're not quitting, just changing
professions. We're entrepreneurs.
Hell, we drink enough to make ourselves
rich. Where was this? Here?
I don't know, Danny. What's the rush?
I see those two turdbrains.
That's us, ten years ago.
I see us ten years from now.
We're gonna be like the Captain.
- I need a drink.
- We all need drinks! We're gonna be rich!
Promise me we'll get robbed. A lot.
Cos there'll be starlight all night
When we're close together
Share those feelings
dancing in your eyes
Tonight they're guiding us
- Shine right till the morning light
- Shine, sweet freedom
Shine your light on me
You are the magic,
you're right where I want to be
- Come, sweet freedom, carry me along
- Ooh
We'll keep our spirit alive, oh, yeah
(horn blares)
Hey, ya shitheads!
Watch where you're goin'!
- Hey, take it easy. We're in no hurry.
- Look at all these people.
- Everybody's in such a rush.
- Yeah. Chicago.
These people gotta learn
to stop and watch the sunset.
- You're gonna what?
- Quit. Leave. Depart. Vamoose. Amscray.
- Retire. This is our official, 30-day notice.
- Let me tell you something.
When you've been cops this long,
you are not fit for anything.
What are you gonna do? Open a bar?
- We want new career challenges.
- Somethin' with a future.
- What else lets you shoot people?
- We're tired of that. It never did any good.
We've been on the force a long time.
Crime gets worse.
- Maybe we're the problem.
- You damn well ain't the solution.
- Your pal Gonzales is back on the street.
- What?
He made bail. And if he gets the right
lawyer, he probably is gonna go free.
Right now, he is a private citizen,
just like you two wanna be.
Citizen? Gonzales shot Snake
in front of four policemen!
- You saw him pull the trigger?
- He was gonna kill us!
- If he had, then we woulda had a case.
- He got Jackson killed.
What's the big deal?
So another bad guy takes a walk.
He runs some dope.
He buys a few machine guns.
He kills a cop.
This is not your concern any more.
- We will nail him by tonight.
- For what?
Wherever he is, he's doing something
dirty. We find Gonzales, we find a crime.
(Ray) Gonzales, here we come!
- 30 days and we're outta here.
- Uh-huh. And we go out heroes.
It's a lot heavier than I remembered.
Gonzales has an Uzi.
They aren't effective
if you get shot in the face.
I need it for lower-back support.
Wear that,
your chest will smell like your feet.
Well, in 30 days, I'll smell
like Jamaican rum and Coppertone.
- Costanzo, you get transferred to Beirut?
- Ha, ha. Meter maid.
What the hell?!
Let me guess. You got a bad back.
Seсora. Hi. We sell Tupperware.
We're looking for Julio Gonzales.
We sold him a lot of Jell-O moulds
and we can't find him.
- Would you have a forwarding address?
- I know no Julio Gonzales. Go away.
We know he lived here. Cooperate, or
you'll get a lot of trouble with inspectors.
We can have the city deliver garbage,
not pick it up.
Go away, pronto. I know nothing.
- We can go round checking green cards.
- I tell you, go away. No questions.
The owner of this slum won't be happy
if all his tenants are deported.
- The owner is Julio Gonzales.
- We'll begin by deporting you.
He...
He has a seсorita
at the Camino Real Apartments.
Maybe he's there. I don't know!
Do you need a lettuce crisper?
- Camino Real.
- One second.
Ye-e-e-es!
- You handled