in a glass.
Mr Price, the man is distressed.
That mess in the desert makes him
wonder if your boys can finish the job.
Not to worry.
Real pros? Not from where I'm sitting.
Don't get the heat all jacked up
when you're doing a job.
If you want to be an outlaw,
there ain't no rules.
- Is that your philosophy?.
- We're the only real Americans left.
We believe in freedom.
We live the way folks used to.
Before big cities, lawyers, computers
with your names in them. Free!
The rest of you
are just a bunch of fucking slaves.
That's real interesting, Mr Price.
Maybe you should run for office.
I'm supposed to tell you
to take precautions.
Your backup
got barbecued at a racetrack.
- You know what to do with that?
- No problem here, friend.
- I used to be a Marine.
- I guess that figures.
If you have any trouble, come to me.
You know the number.
Hey, come here.
You got the wrong girl.
I don't do that.
Come on.
My friend and I just came into town.
We're looking for a whore that works
here. Her name's Angel.
She's dancing up in North Beach.
- How about you?
- I'm getting tired of this. Let go!
- I'll call the cops.
- Go ahead, call them.
Let's hit the road, boys.
Come on, Cherry.
In the matter of the shooting
at Hunter's Point Raceway
of the suspect Arthur Brock,
resident of San Francisco,
the review board has carefully
examined evidence and testimony
and determined that the officer
in question, Inspector Jack Cates,
had insufficient probable cause.
In view of the on going investigation
by the Internal Affairs Division,
this review board's ruling is that
the shooting was a wrongful action.
I never thought
they'd land on you so hard.
You'll be prosecuted for manslaughter.
I wish they'd found that gun.
- Sorry, Jack. I'm just doing my job.
- Right(!)
Your profile says: "obsessed cop with
a record of stepping over the line."
It's quite likely the DA will choose
to prosecute you on third degree.
- In other words, you're screwed.
- Unless I find the Iceman.
Give it up, Jack.
That's what got you into this.
Jesus Christ, you sound like Wilson.
We're talking facts here. You've got
no leads, the department's got no leads.
This is manslaughter.
Protect yourself.
Hammond, let's go.
It's a big day for you today.
- Just get me out of here.
- Yeah, yeah, come on.
Reggie.
- Come here.
- Excuse me.
You will keep your promise, right?
Don't worry, everything is cool.
That white cop that was here,
is he a problem?
No!
I promise you, everything is cool.
But it might take
a little longer than I said it would.
Don't bullshit me.
Get that money and keep your word.
I kept you alive in this rat hole
for five years.
I can get you out there.
I can pull your fucking heart out.
- What was all that about?
- An old football bet.
That's a crock.
Hammond, Reggie A.
$100 cash and a free bus ride
to San Francisco.
All compliments
of the State of California.
- That's it?
- Yes.
Thank you for sparing me
the other crap.
Don't slam my shit down like that.
Where's my James Brown tape?
The shit ain't in here.
Nobody keeps me
and James in prison.
- We didn't finish our conversation.
- Get me my fucking money.
You're not getting your money
unless you help me.
I trusted you with my money
and my car, and you fucked me.
I've been chasing a drug dealer
called the Iceman for four years.
Last week I found out
that he wants you dead.
I got this off some guy being paid to
make a hit on you. Recognise him?
In four years,
you're the best lead I ever had.
Yeah? I ain't helping you
while you got my money.
You let me rot in prison for five years
and then show up wanting help?
- That's dumb, man!
- This time it's gonna be different.
I'm going to lose my badge.
They're gonna put me in jail.
You're in trouble with the law?. Good!
As bad as I feel about losing
my money, that makes me feel better.
Wait a minute. I don't beg!
What are you gonna do, shoot me?
I'm