Crash Page #2

gets pissed, pulls a gun.

Doesn't realize the guy in the pickup

is a cop coming off shift.

This Barry Gibb dude is a cop?

Yeah. Name's Conklin.

He's a narc out of Wilshire.

I got the Mercedes.

Mercedes takes a shot at him.

Detective Conklin returns fire. One shot.

Mercedes rolls to a stop. Driver opens the

door, falls out dead.

He looks very relaxed

for just having shot somebody.

He says he kept tryin'

to drive away.

The Mercedes kept pulling up next to him,

screaming, waving a gun.

Shot back in self-defense.

- Anybody actually see who shot first?

- They just heard two bangs.

Find me a witness.

That is a nice gun.

The car's registered

to a Cindy Bradley.

And that's not Cindy.

That is a William Lewis.

Found under the front seat.

Hollywood Division.

Looks like Detective Conklin

shot himself the wrong n*gger.

- How much longer are you gonna be?

- This is the last one.

Thank you.

You don't think reporters listen to police calls?

I need to talk to you

for a second.

You just give me a minute,

all right?

- Find Flanagan, will you? Now.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, honey?

I want the locks changed again in the morning.

You want-- Why don't you just go lie down?

Have you checked on James?

Of course. I've checked on him every five

minutes since we've been home.

Do not patronize me. I want the locks

changed again in the morning.

It's okay.

Just go to bed.

You know, didn't I just ask you

not to treat me like a child?

I'm sorry, Miss Jean.

Is okay I go home now?

It's fine. Thank you

very much for staying.

You're welcome. No problem.

Good night.

- Good night.

- We'll see you tomorrow.

I would like the locks

changed again in the morning.

And you might mention

that we'd appreciate it

if next time they didn't send

a gang member.

- A gang member? You mean that kid in there?

- Yes, yes.

Yes. The guy with the shaved head,

the pants around his ass, the prison tattoo.

- Those are not prison tattoos.

- Oh, really?

And he's not gonna sell our key

to one of his gangbanger friends

- the moment he is out our door?

- We've had a tough night.

- lt'd be best if you went upstairs...

- And wait for them to break in?

I just had a gun pointed in my face.

You lower your voice!

And it was my fault

because I knew it was gonna happen.

But if a white person sees two black men

walking towards her,

and she turns and walks in the other direction,

she's a racist, right?

Well, I got scared

and I didn't say anything.

And ten seconds later

I had a gun in my face!

I am telling you. Your amigo in there is gonna

sell our key to one of his homies.

And this time it'd be really f***ing great

if you acted like you actually gave a sh*t!

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