No, everybody can find Jesus.
I love Jesus.
I love Jesus.
Hello...?
Willie Biggs! Reggie Hammond.
Hello...? Black motherfucker!
13 complaints involving biker types
in the last four days.
- Two 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, getting on
with my life, not tied to your dumb ass.
- Welcome back.
- Get off me. I ain't no convict.
I'm a free man. 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.
Me and Ganz 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 fuck-up car and put
a down payment on your house.
That makes you probably the dumbest
motherfucker in law enforcement.
I'm driving.
I, unlike you, have a lot to live for.
I always wanted a chauffeur.
I recognized one of those bikers
who attacked the bus. Cherry Ganz.
He's Ganz' brother.
He made 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 spots that fake ID,
you'll get your ass kicked.
You just watch your own ass.
I'll go question the barmaid
who called in the complaint.
You do your cop shit.
I'll check out these whores.
Hey! Are you the one who called
to complain about some bikers?
You finally responded.
It's only been a day and a half.
- Are you gonna keep bitching?
- You're never here when we need you.
Can I have a shot of Stoli?
How are you doing?
- Buy me a drink?
- I just got out of jail. I'm broke.
- But you can buy my drink.
- Fuck off.
I know you, right?
You broke my heart once.
- I won't let you get away this time.
- I'll be right back.
I just have to powder my nose.
- Hey, how are you doing?
- Pretty good. How are you?
Did you ever see
those commercials on TV -
- where they show people getting
their pockets picked in slow-motion?
- Shit!
- Shit is a good word to say there.
- I can get your money back.
- For how much?
- I figure about half your money.
- Half? Give me a break.
I'm giving you a break.
You ain't got nothing now.
She'll use your credit cards.
Your credit will be all fucked up.
- If you don't want it, fuck you.
- Deal.
He starts asking me about a girl
that worked here. He gets real rough.
- Then the blonde one pulls out a gun.
- What about this girl?
Angel. She dances at
The Bird Cage up in North Beach.
- Why aren't you writing this down?
- Good memory. You got her address?
- This is the ladies' room.
- Mind your own business.
I thought we should get to know
each other. You're very smooth.
I've seen a lot of pockets get picked
and I've never seen no one smoother.
That guy is so upset. I told him
I could get him half his money back.
If you offer me a bribe,
I could tell him you were too fast for me.
I am too fast for you.
Almost finished.
- Anybody else with them?
- No, just the three of them.
There was this skinny black guy.
The oldest was talking to him.
Black guy?
Was he something like this?
Yeah, that's him.
He was okay, he didn't bother me.
If they come in again, call the police
and ask for Inspector Kehoe.
- Here's half your money.
- Where are my credit cards?
The deal was for the money.
Your