looks like a pimp.
- Sir, you observed the vehicle?
- Yeah.
It was a grey Oldsmobile. Pretty new.
Maybe an '83 or an '84.
Oh, the licence plate number.
It was 082 UCK.
- What the hell are you guys doing here?
- You're under arrest, smart guy.
A dozen witnesses saw you arguing
with your wife at Madame Tong's tonight.
And a witness saw you driving away
from the scene of the shooting.
Ever occur to you
that someone's trying to frame me?
Know what I think?
I think your wife left you,
started dancing at a topless club,
showing off all her goodies to a bunch
of horny lowlifes, and you hated it.
When you found out she was
with someone else, you killed them.
Why don't you crawl back
under your rock?
Come on, Jack. Come on.
Let's face it. She was a slut.
It wasn't the first time you caught her
in bed with somebody else.
How many guys was it then? Two? I'm
surprised you didn't knock her off then.
Unless you enjoyed it.
Did you watch her doing it?
You know, Ed, I've been wondering
something about you for a long time.
Why is it you never married?
Never even saw you with a girl.
Is it because you're so ugly
and because you have bad breath?
A lot of guys have bad breath,
but they also have girls.
Maybe you don't like girls, huh?
And maybe that's why you two boys
spend so much time together.
Whaddya know?
Ballistics identified your gun
as the murder weapon.
You're going to jail, Jack. You know
what happens to a cop in jail? Huh?
You're dead meat, pal. Dead meat.
Your arraignment is tomorrow.
The DA'll probably go for second-degree.
But since you'd been drinking, we can
make a case for diminished capacity.
Say you plead guilty
to voluntary manslaughter.
We're talking maybe eight years,
which means you should be out
in three to four.
Did it ever cross your mind
that I'm innocent?
Frankly, no.
Sit down.
Must be your lucky day.
Well, if it isn't Sergeant Dickbrain.
I heard they arrested a cop.
What did you do, rape a nun?
Listen, you're gonna have a great time
in San Quentin cos they just love cops.
So how do you like lockup?
- Find yourself a girlfriend yet, hm?
- Kiss my squirrel.
Come on, admit it. You're a dyke, right?
- Go jump a flagpole.
- You know, I'm a cop.
I know everything that happens
in women's detention.
Maybe the first time they hold you down,
but you get to like it...
Kiss my pantihose, sperm bank.
I bet your girlfriend does that
and you love it.
You fucking bastard!
Hey, you two, knock it off over there!
Come on, break it up! Break it up!
Come on, break it up! Break it up!
- What the hell are you doing?
- Do what I tell you.
Get the keys out of the door.
Quick! Come on!
You! Don't make a sound or I'll kill her.
Drop your gun and keys
on the floor. Quick!
Come on! Come on! Hurry it!
Get in that cell.
Hurry it! Hurry it! Lock it.
Come on. Come on.
Help! Escaped prisoner! Help!
This is crazy. You'll get us both killed.
- You're never gonna get outta here.
- Not by the front door, I won't.
The elevator.
Escaped prisoners in the elevator
on their way down.
Why don't you just put the gun down?
You seem like a decent enough guy.
You're just having an off day.
Besides, you don't wanna kill me. I'm
actually a very nice person. I really am.
We got off on the wrong foot with me
stealing your car, but that was a mistake.
By the way,
you've got excellent taste in cars.
- Don't you ever shut up?
- Go screw yourself, mutant.
- Watch your mouth.
- Watch your asshole, asshole.
What is the matter with you guys
up there? Can't keep a guy in lockup?
- What's going on?
- Murphy's got a gun and a hostage.
Shit. They must have gotten off
on another floor. Let's go.
That's it. I quit. I'm tired of you
pushing me around, booger-bits. If you...
You can make this hard or make it easy.
Which is it gonna be?
- OK.
- I don't hear you.
- OK.
- You were saying?
I said OK,
you snot-sucking garbage dump.
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