re having a bad day.
I'm through with you.
I'm calling some of my homies.
I'm getting a loan. I'm stepping off!
Buster, what's up? Reggie Hammond.
Yes, my brother!
I'm out. I'm on the street again.
Yeah, cool. Listen...
Yeah, I know. I'm gonna do that.
That's why I'm calling. I need a loan.
I know I owe you some shit,
but I just got out ofjail.
Listen... I don't have collateral.
I just got out ofjail.
I don't need collateral,
this is Reggie Hammond. Hey...
Hey, Buster?. Buster..?
- We heard your house blew up.
- Not my house. A car.
- Your car blew up?
- No, some guy who parked out front.
- Anything come in on those bikers?
- No, I'll check again.
You've got to see Wilson. If you don't,
he'll send someone to get you.
Jack, are you okay?.
You giving him a ticket?
Good, he hates cops.
- He does?
- Yeah. I rode here with him.
He said cops are pussies
who hide behind their badges.
He said he didn't care
if it was a no-parking zone.
He said
that any cop could kiss his ass.
Your friend's not too smart.
He's a big dumb-ass cop
named Jack Cates.
Tell Cates to stop parking here.
Hello, Jack.
The motorcycle track, then the diner,
and now a bomb at your house.
The Iceman has been busy.
I'm not here to argue with you.
I'm here to support you.
However, as supervisor of
Internal Affairs, I have to tell you
that you're on suspension
until the hearing tomorrow.
So give me that gun
and badge and police ID.
Yeah, right.
I'll bet you think I enjoy this.
Jack, do me a favour,
go home and get some sleep.
I've got to go
and make out some reports.
I don't mind people checking up
on cops. We're not above the law.
But making cops do it is bad
for morale. It's bad for cops.
Civilians ought to do it.
You're a real chickenshit, Wilson.
Maybe it's not your fault.
Maybe it's yourjob.
All right.
Yo, Marvin, what's up?
Reggie Hammond... Hammond.
Yeah, yeah. How are you doing?
I just got out. Yeah, brother.
What? You're a born-again Christian.
Get the fuck out of here!
I can't picture you
as a born-again Christian.
I saw you beat the bitch up.
No, everybody can find Jesus.
I love Jesus.
I love Jesus. I love Jesus.
Hello? Hello..?
Willie Biggs! Reggie Hammond.
Hello..? Black motherfucker!
13 complaints involving biker types
in the last four days.
- 2 traffics. One D&D in North-Beach.
- Run these guys through NCIC.
I'll have Cruise do it.
He don't look much like a biker to me.
Nice talking to you.
- Are you still here?
- I ain't happy about it.
I'm supposed to be free, get on with
my life, not tied to your dumb ass.
- Welcome back.
- Get off me. I ain't no convict.
I'm free. You're close to where I was
yesterday. You ain't running shit.
I ain't working for you,
and I don't like you.
Cut the bullshit.
Give me something I can use.
The Iceman bought your house.
- Cut the bullshit!
- You still ain't put this shit together.
Ganz and I took half a million dollars
from the Iceman. He's still pissed off.
It's amazing how money
affects some people.
Yes, the man you've been looking for
all this time
bought your fucked up car and put
a down payment on your house.
That makes you the dumbest
motherfucker in law enforcement.
I'm driving. Your arm's fucked up.
I, unlike you, have a lot to live for.
I always wanted a chauffeur.
I recognised one of those bikers
who attacked the bus. Cherry Ganz.
He's Ganz' brother.
He makes Ganz look like Gandhi.
- Why would the Iceman hire him?
- I helped you kill his brother.
Ganz said his brother
used to fuck this bitch named Angel.
- She worked at Barnstormers.
- We got a complaint from there.
Are the cops actually contributing
to this investigation?
How do you remember all this
after seven years in prison?
In prison you remember every
story about pussy you ever heard.
Wait, I got to get something.
Jack, this shit is fake.
I'll flash it fast.
If somebody spooks that fake badge,
you'll get your ass whipped.