of these.
- Why?
- I knew I was going to see you.
I wouldn't want to get killed by
a stray bullet that was meant for you.
You think I should get one?
They run about $750. That's more than
they gave you when they let you out.
- I hope you got my Porsche.
- I said I'd take real good care of it.
That don't mean nothing. You said
we had a deal and you fucked me.
You fucked yourself.
You stole the prison payroll.
- I checked into it.
- I was framed.
Yeah, some convict got a guard
to put the money in your cell.
- Sure you got framed.
- What about you?
They never found that guy's gun
out at the racetrack.
- I'm a cop. You're a crook.
- So everything I say is a goddamn lie?
Just take me to my car.
I'm through with you.
What's wrong, does your arm hurt?
Does it hurt bad? Good.
We've got a problem here, slick.
I didn't hire these hillbillies,
so don't come complaining to me.
Yes, plan B.
We've got an ex-Marine on the case.
The only problem is, he's a hillbilly too.
Right, later.
- How much money did you spend?
- About 25 grand.
- You said I could buy a new car.
- Where is it?
- This is a new car.
- This is the same old piece of shit.
I bought the same model, year, color.
That's the way I like it.
You got the same car, same clothes.
- You got the same girl, too?
- Elaine?
- Hell, I don't want to talk about this.
- Good, keep it all balled up.
She married me about five years ago
at City Hall.
She figured she'd settle me down.
This was where we lived
till we split up.
I want to sell it. 12 grand
of yours went for the down payment.
How could you leave my car outside?
What if somebody stole it?
I had a lock put on it.
Just push this blue button.
You have no appreciation
whatsoever of what's hype.
You know how much pussy
I got because of that car?
They blew up my car!
- They blew up my car!
- That's a damn shame.
- That's all you've got to say?
- You'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 of jail.
Listen... I don't have collateral.
I just got out of jail.
I don't need collateral,
this is Reggie Hammond.
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.
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.
Do me a favor,
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 your job.
All right.
Yo, Marvin, what's up?
Reggie Hammond... Hammond.
How are you doing? I just got out.
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.