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, colour.
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.
- Keep it all balled up like a knot.
She married me about
five years ago in City Hall.
She figured she'd settle me down.
This was where we lived
till we split up.
I want to sell it. Twelve 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 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.
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