up and look sad. - I can't go to no funeral dressed like this. - I'll get you a shovel. You'll fit right in. Through the Holy Spirit, as it was at the beginning, is now and ever shall be... ...world without end. Amen. May her soul, and all the souls of the faithful departed... ...through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen. - Hello, Danny. - Hi, Anna. It's nice of you to come. I liked her a lot. - Hey. Hi, Ray. - Hi, Anna. - Lookin' good. - Thanks. It's good to see you two back together again. - We're still divorced. - Italians don't get divorced. It's a sin. - They're just not together. - We're still not together. - Good. He's no good for you. - Aunt Sophie, what do you mean? Look at you. You don't even bother to wear a tie, much less a suit. I was working. Rose would understand. - God knows why she was so fond of you. - It's a mystery to me too. - But I was her favourite nephew. - Her only nephew. Mine too, but I expect you'll be on time for my funeral. I will be the first one on line. And you. You don't look much better than him. - Hi, Aunt Sophie. - I'm not your aunt. Nor yours, neither. Father, you know Danny. This is Detective Hughes. This is Mr Snake. We sorta work together. - We'll talk later, huh? - Yeah. Bye. (Snake makes kissing sound) As soon as we're outta sight, I'll kick the shit outta you. - Anna sure is looking good. - Who cares? - Sure is touchy about his ex-wife. - She's a piece. - Don't talk about her, pig-breath. - So touchy. - That's right. - Costanzo, you let that go? - Shut up, Snake. - Gimme your money! - What? - You heard me. - Hey, man, don't shoot. - You're mugging us? Believe it or you're dead. Give us your money. - Take this. It's full of money. - No, no. That's mine. Don't fuck with me. We want your cash, not your luggage. - Take the cash, but we need the wallets. - We want it all. Hurry. Come on. Let us keep the drivers' licences and snapshots. - And our badges. - Shit. Cops. Do you think we all wear uniforms and drive cars that say "Police" on them? Look, see? I'm with you. - You're under arrest. - You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you. You... - Gimme your guns, man. - Take the cash. We gotta keep the guns. - I can't give guns to riffraff. - The right to breakfast... ...the right to a beverage of your choice... - They've got guns. Fellas, this is just me, but I'd rather get shot with one of those pissant.22s... ...than with my.38. - You're under arrest. Don't make it worse. - Move again, I'll shoot your ass. Pointing a gun at a police officer? Can we waste them for that? - I think so. - Yeah. - It starts in the home. - It's the educational system. - The new math drives them nuts. - Right to the streets. - You ready? - Yeah. Come on. Stop. Stop. Police. (horn blares) (horn blares) I can't believe you missed all six shots. What? I hit the windshield six times in a row. No, excuse me, sir. All six of mine hit. I don't know where you were. - I'm the one that made 'em swerve. - You did? You always aim low anyway! Oh, let's do height jokes? That's really good. - You fuckers are sick. - I just want credit where it's due. Snake, from here, the angle of trajectory is... Great. Look who I'm talkin' to. Mr SATs. (Snake) Costanzo, stop pickin' on me. - I know you're just doin' your job. - I just want you to shut up for a minute. - So you saw 'em mop up the pancake? - Hi, Captain. Very pretty. You weren't, by any chance, "interrogating" anybody on that roof? We got an alibi. Snake, tell him where we were or we'll kill you too. - Officer Raymond Hughes? - Who wants to know? The days of brute law enforcement are over. Welcome to the 1980s. I'm not Hughes, and welcome to the 28th District. A subpoena for me? No, thank you. Officer Hughes, you're being sued for abusing the rights of ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Бродвейская мелодия на английском - текст Темный кристалл на английском - текст Правдивая ложь на английском - текст Родители на английском - текст Сети зла на английском |