Shakedown Page #2

What are you saying, you shot him

'cause you didn't like his pants?

Dude don't even show me no badge.

I didn't know he was a cop

till they booked my ass.

I thought he was a vigilante.

Had to defend myself.

Well that little mistake may very well

get your ass cooked.

Sh*t man.

I work for somebody who pays his bills.

Crack, you dig?

I dig.

This cop must have been

trying to cut himself

a piece of my man's action.

Sh*t, all he had to do was say so.

I would have handed him my grade,

let him and my man work it out.

I'm still no dust between NC and Pitch.

Who's NC?

Oh man.

I didn't say that.

Morning, Richie.

Morning, Billy.

Hey babe, I'm white and I can't fight.

Well, coming up in the world, huh?

What's the mortgage on this condo?

What are you doing here?

What the f*** are you doing here, man?

I work for my apartment chief.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

Your old lady, she told me to tell you

if you don't get your ass

home and do the right thing,

she's gonna pack up all your sh*t

and ship it back to Rope and Ride

or Bump and Grind or

whatever the hell it is

the name of that hip town

in Texas you come from.

What else did she say?

She said pick up the laundry.

Right.

See what you got to look

forward to, counselor.

How's your fiancee?

Eh, she doesn't like Jimi Hendrix.

Who?

Come on, let's get some chow, my treat.

Do I smell another shakedown?

As for that, gringo.

Nice tie.

I knew there was a reason I liked you.

Look at this box.

I don't believe all this glass, man.

What is this sh*t?

Empty crack containers, counselor.

Popcorn.

You wanna know what the

latest drug craze is,

you should go check out

Uncle Billy's trash can.

Junkies come and go, but Billy's trash can

is always there.

Right now it's full of that sh*t.

Speaking of that sh*t, tell me something.

What's a blue jean cop?

Where'd you hear that?

From a client.

Well I'm strictly bargain based.

Wranglers and Levis.

You lost me.

As I bust on the other

hand wear Sergio Valentes.

Richie, you wanna run

this by me in English?

All right.

Take some cop, some average guy

who never had a shot at

the big bucks all his life.

Just going along, grinding

out his 27 five a year.

All of a sudden he ends up in a mod squad.

One mustard.

One afternoon he busts some scumbag

carrying a bag full of chemicals.

The bag full of chemical's is worth more

than the cop's gonna make in 10 years.

Next day is out shopping

for designer jeans.

The lure of easy money,

very hard to refuse.

What about this cop that

got whacked at Central Park.

O'Leary, was that the deal with him?

I knew you were gonna have

such a sweat about this.

Word is you're out of

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