Cop Land Page #2

- [Man On Phone] Is Babitch there?

- Yeah. I see him.

- Take care of it.

[Superboy]

Uncle Ray?

Uncle Ray, I saw a gun.

I saw the gun.

He took a shot at me. Tell 'em.

They took a shot at me.

[Man]

Stay here with us.

Tunney didn't even get

the grand jury

for sh*t like this.

F*** the G.J.

You're Superboy, huh?

You saved, what?

Six black babies?

Come on, kid, the sh*t plays!

- Three babies.

- Hey, one at a time, please.

I got P.A. on another channel,

the mayor's office,

assistant D.A.

Press up the yin-yang.

The only reason

they're not here now...

is we got gridlock from

across Bronx to the Palisades.

There's no gun.

You didn't see it, Jack?

You can't find it?

- Flaky.

- Listen, I heard a shot.

I heard a shot, Ray.

- I heard a shot. I saw a gun.

- In my trunk, in the grand union bag.

- I heard a shot, Leo.

- The kid had a

steering wheel lock in his hand.

Your tire blew.

You're f***ed up

and you wasted a pair

of sh*t-bags...

who arent worth the hair

in the crack of your ass.

So you cool it

with the patty-cake morality.

Because without me, kid,

those stiffs'll put you

in a room...

- where you will f*** your uncle

and everything he's built.

- Hey, Leo.

The black van's gonna be here

in a minute

and I haven't done sh*t!

- What I'm doing is highly--

- Sympathetic.

- [Leo] Yeah, damn right.

- It is.

- Ray, we don't have to do this.

- [Ray] Calm down.

F***, Ray!

Ooh, baby!

Hey, we got it.

- Look at that, huh? We got it!

- Yo, yo, yo, yo.

- What the f***

are you doin', man?

- I found their piece.

- Found their piece?

- Ah, Jesus!

- That wasn't in there.

- What do you mean it wasnt in?

It was underneath the floor mat.

Bullshit, man.

You can't do that!

Shut the f*** up!

Do what?

It was underneath

the f***ing floor mat.

What the f***

are you doing?

F*** you!

I told you not to do it

like this, Ray.

- Were just doin' our job,

so lets just calm down.

- I told you!

- [Everyone Shouting]

- [Leo] Take it easy. Hey!

You boys should take care

of your own business here.

Take my f***ing shield

away from me.

- Hey, put it down!

- What? You gonna shoot me?

- Put it down, Chico!

- Chico this, motherf***er!

- Frankie, Help me start it up.

- [Medic] What the f*** you gonna do?

Kiss my ass!

[Shouting]

F***!

[Shouting Continues]

Hey, Jack, Jack, Jack.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

[Ray]

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Leo!

Leo! Jesus!

He jumped!

Oh, my God!

He jumped!

- He jumped!

- [Jack]Murray?

Somebody shine a light

down there.

He just hit the water

and... he went down.

- Davis? Where's Davis?

- Oh!

- [Leo] I want aviation, harbor.

I want some illumination now!

- Stupid, f***ing kid!

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