Bad Lieutenant Page #2

You say that like it's

a f***ing death sentence.

lt's a smart bet.

l think it is a f***ing death sentence.

Strawberry burns.

Nah, man. He can't win the four in a row.

-No? All right.

-Three. That's it, max.

-Max.

-What about Strawberry?

Yeah. Gie me a cup of coffee.

Don't put on the coer.

-Hello.

-Mike, how are you?

What's up, guy? How are you doing?

Here's what we're going to do.

We took in 1 0,000 in action.

We got six on the Mets,

four on the Dodgers.

Plus, l want another 1 5,000

of my own on LA.

Fifteen? But that's what you're up.

Why don't you just go ahead?

Hey, don't gie me that bullshit.

The Dodgers are a lock.

Are you sure?

Just put in the bet.

l'm going to make some money.

You got it, guy.

Gie me something to cook.

What's up, man?

Here you go.

Thanks.

lt's good sh*t.

You can cut it in half.

Sh*t's going to kill you, man.

What the f*** are you,

a drug counselor or a drug dealer?

Neer do your own product.

What kind of f***ing businessman are you?

Get back. Police actiity.

Gie me something back for the road.

l'll see you in a couple of days,

and l'll hae the money.

-He's the thief!

-Relax.

-Which one of you guys got the money?

-We ain't got no money.

Empty your pockets out, the two of you.

-What is this, man?

-Empty your pockets. Let me see 'em.

lf we wasn't black,

you wouldn't be doing this sh*t.

-lt's him. lt's him.

-Shut the hell up, man.

-Cops, arrest him.

-What's going on?

Lieutenant, sir, the owner says

they stole cash from the register.

-The owner's full of sh*t...

-Shut the f*** up!

He was chasing them down the block

when l caught up with them.

Get me a Bud, a High Boy.

Make sure it's f***ing cold.

l'll straighten this out.

-This is bullshit, man.

-That's him.

-lt's him. Arrest him. Arrest him.

-How much did they take?

-How much did they take?

-$500.

-You're out of your mind, man.

-Shut your...

What the f***?

Take this guy down to the precinct

and make out a report.

-You'll hae to come with me, sir.

-No.

-Relax. Just relax.

-No, l don't want to go.

-lt's gonna be okay. Just relax.

-No.

Gie me the f***ing money now.

Get the f*** out of here.

Your daddy will be right back.

The door sticks. Just a second.

Wow, you're just on time.

Got some ery, ery fine brown sh*t for you.

Yeah?

Same you loed last time you were here.

No, nobody there. Nobody there.

Here. Where's your pipe?

You ready?

Here.

This one is yours.

Let's see. Where did l put the lighter?

Here's the lighter.

You got a lighter.

l'll light my cigarette.

lt's lit. Oh, my God.

l'll get you a little bit more here.

Gie me a little more.

There you go.

lt's a big pile.

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