sell us some heroin on the way back.
- How much ? -- That's the interesting part.
As much as we fuckin' want.
- We're gonna need some wheels though.
- Done.
Psycho-fucking-delic !
Thirty grand, on the button. Listen, man,
can you give us a lift back to town ?
I wanna leave my truck here.
Oh, no, man, we're goin' the other way.
Yeah, we'll take ya.
Get in.
Hey, man, can't you wait ?
Who the fuck waits, man ? Commuters
wait for trains. I don't wait for nobody.
Do you want a fix first ?
No, man, he's safety conscious.
You know, like, do not geeze and drive.
[ laughing ]
- Who do you know in Cleveland, man ?
- None of your fuckin' business.
My fuckin' business ?
What fuckin' street do you
live on in Cleveland, man ?
Fuck you !
Hey, goddamn it, man !
[ indistinct shouting ]
[ siren wailing ]
Kick your fuckin' ass !
- Aaah !
- What are you doin' ?
Goddamn it, man !
[ grunting, groaning ]
Cut it out !  Now !
I got an idea.
Let's shoot each other.
You go first.
Holy Jesus, man !
You're crazy.
Let's get the hell outta here.
- Get in the car, Virgil.
- I don't think so, man. This is where Virgil gets off.
- What are you talkin' about ?
- You man, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about !
- I mean, look at this shit.
- You're fuckin' nuts !
If you ever was a cop,
you ain't a cop anymore.
I mean, no fuckin' cop in the
world does shit like that !
Here, man, you get yourself a new deputy.
I just can't keep up with you no more.
Okay.
I'll see you around...
dildo.
[ siren wailing ]
Shit.
Get your hands in the air and get
out of the car. Come on, move !
All right, now, you turn around.
Do it !
Lock your hands behind your head.
You stay right there, asshole.
- Gimme your hands.
- Take it easy.
You got any kinda I.D. ?
What the fuck did I do ?
What'd you do ?
You got born, birdbrain !
You gotta gimme a phone call.
- You'll get one when I get around to it !
- Heh-heh !
- You gotta give me a fuckin' phone call !
- Sit down, kid.
There's nothin' you can do.
Charlie ?
Bogus Charlie ?
I know you ?
You told me a story about an Indian
who ran away from his shadow, remember ?
Oh, yeah.
You don't look like the same--
Why did you tell me that ?
Why did you tell me that ?
I don't know.
Jesus Christ, you're chokin' me !
I'm sorry.
The Indian in the story,
what happens to him ?
He goes down into his hole
and finds his shadow.
A moon woman
sews it back on for him.
But before he can climb
back out he has to meet--
Who ?
- Look, kid, it's just a story--
- Who does he have to meet ?
Death.
I gotta get the fuck outta here.
You spit in my face, you beat
a federal agent almost half to death.
Then you point your gun at a state
trooper and dare him to shoot you.
- I did what I had to, damn it.  -- You did more
than that. You were enjoying yourself.
I saw you ! You've jeopardized
this entire operation.
There isn't a cop within a thousand
miles who isn't gunnin' for you !
Fuck 'em ! And fuck you !
[ grunts ]
Everything's turnin' to shit.
It's gotta stop.
Look-- I don't wanna go on with this.
Let's make some arrests.
It's obvious you're
under a terrible strain.
But now is not the best time
to terminate the operation.
I can't do this anymore ! -- Just give me two weeks.
We've worked so hard on this.
Everything we've done could go out the
window.  I've been invited to Washington !
You fuck.
Pardon ?
Price goes to Washington.
Price smashes drug ring.
You don't give a shit about
anything or anybody but yourself.
You're pathetic.
- Where are you going ?
- I'm gonna drink with a friend.
Ah, shit.
[ sighs ]
Nobody's got any identity anymore.
Ya ever notice that ?
A bunch of gray men
walkin' around.
No faces, no balls,
carryin' their fuckin' lunch pails.
Only one solution, man.
Put on my colors, Sid.
When you got the gun,
you walk in a room,
everybody shits in their pants.
- Your guys won't mind.
- I can't do it, Blood.
[ sniffs ]
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