this city?
Cost isn't the issue. It's my blatant
disregard for proper procedure.
You're damn right, wise-ass!
The mayor called the chief,
he called the deputy,
he chewed my ass out.
You see I don't have any of it left!
Where the fuck d'you get
the cigarettes from, anyway?
- From the Dearborn hijack.
- That bust went down last week.
- That truck should be in the pound.
- I told you.
- It's none of your business.
- This isn't my locker.
Listen, Axel.
No more set-ups, you understand?
You're a good cop
with great potential,
but you don't know
every fucking thing.
I'm tired of taking the heat for you.
Once more and you're on the street.
- Do you understand?
- Look...
Do you understand me?
Yeah, I understand. Boss...
Chief ain't chewed it all.
You still got some ass.
Don't fuck with me, Axel.
Not now. Go on, go home.
How you doing, man? How you doing?
Still breaking in people's houses.
What do you expect with that lock?
Buy a real lock.
I got my pistol.
I'll shoot somebody.
I can't afford no electric, close
my fridge. There's roaches in there.
So what's up, man? Look at you!
- When did you get out?
- Six months ago.
And you're just coming to see me now?
I got out early for good time and
I went to California, get some sun.
I gotta show you something.
I ain't seen you in two years, man.
What's up?
10,000 Deutschmarks.
- Deutschmark?
- Yeah.
- What is that?
- They're bearer bonds. Untraceable.
You stole 'em?
- No.
- I don't want to hear it.
- It's just good to see you.
- I missed you, man.
- What were you doing in California?
- Working.
- Working where?
- Guess.
- I don't know.
- Beverly Hills.
- What were you doing?
- You won't believe this.
I was a security guard.
Who'd hire you as a security guard?
- Jenny Summers.
- Jenny Summers?
I haven't seen Jenny in years.
- What's she up to?
- She's doing great.
She's manager of this art gallery.
The Hollis Benton Art Gallery,
Beverly Hills.
It's world famous. Ever hear of it?
Yeah, I buy all my art there.
Corner pocket, two cushions.
- 50 bucks you don't make that shot.
- Bullshit.
- 100.
- You got a bet.
- What are you gonna do?
- You're as bright as always.
20, 40, 60, 80, take it.
Have a party.
Pleasure doing business with you.
What the fuck you gonna do?
Miss, two more Scotch and sodas.
I got a great idea.
I got a great idea.
Let's steal a car.
Are you serious?
I'm a fucking police officer.
I can't steal cars no more.
How many times
have you stolen a car, man?
A fucking Cadillac!
Driving on the expressway
like two fucking maniacs.
I remember you went to jail for that.
- No, it was state school.
- That's jail when you're 15.
That ain't jail, man. That's like
day camp compared to jail.
How come you didn't tell on me
when you got caught?
You don't know?
- You don't know?
- No.
Because I love you, man.
One more round.
Hold still. Mike, I gotta open
the door, OK? Balance yourself.
Here we go, Mike.
I'm opening the door now, OK?
Here we go.
Axel!
Hey, Mikey, where have you been?
What's up, Zack?
What have you got there, Mikey?
What is this? Your laundry?
I swear,
I was going to bring 'em back.
- You got lost?
- No.
I came to see my friend. I had 'em
with me. I figured, you know...
- What you doing?
- What am I supposed to do, Mikey?
There was a whole box of them. I
didn't think anybody'd miss a couple.
I figured I'd take 'em...
- Shut up.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
No, shut up.
- Man, please.
- Just shut up, Mikey.
I swear...
I swear, if you ever show
your face out there again...
- Ever.
- I won't. I promise you. I'm sorry.
I fucked up, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Ever.
- I'm sorry.
Axel, go to the hospital and get
that bump on your head checked out.
- My head is all right, man.
- It's not a request, Axel.
Boss. Boss...
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I heard you got Rand on this case.
He doesn't know the time of day.
Don't mess with me.
He hasn