Dirty Page #2

You two in the back as well.

Thank you.

Thank you, kindly.

Good, good.

Wow, look at this one.

Now, take two steps back.

Two big steps back.

THUG:
It's like that, man.

You two motherfuckers

just gonna walk in here

without reading us our rights?

(SIGHS)

did we forget to do that?

I guess so.

These are your rights.

You have the right

to keep

your motherfucking mouth shut.

Or I'm gonna shoot

your f***ing head off.

Was that good? Yeah?

All right.

Let's do this.

(CHUCKLES) what is

this, a f***ing joke?

Huh?

You're the f***ing police,

you can't just walk out of here

with $4 million

of our drugs and money.

Oh, wow.

You finished 8th grade.

Good for you.

Wonderful.

Come on, let's go.

Do you have any f***ing clue

who I am?

I'm gonna enjoy

killing you slowly.

Yeah, that's right. I'm even

gonna kill your family members.

And I'm gonna start

with that stink ass whore

you call your mom.

This way she don't

go around polluting us

with any f***ing

greedy motherfuckers like you.

Was there anything else?

Can we finish

what we came here to do?

I think we got everything

we came here to get.

Let's go.

Right on.

Come on.

See you later, pig,

you f***ing b*tch.

You know what?

You know what,

I've had a change of heart.

I'm gonna give you your cut.

It's about time.

Here it is.

(GUNSHOTS)

That wasn't so tough,

was it, detective?

What the f***?

Why did we do that?

No witnesses.

We both agreed, no witnesses.

Okay, one loose end's

gonna f*** everything up.

Now, help me on this thing.

Come on, let's not be

sentimental here.

None these guys were angels,

not one of them.

You f***ing idiot.

You f***ing idiot.

We could've worn f***ing masks.

None of them would've known

who the f*** we were.

All right, are you gonna risk

your life behind that?

You gonna risk

Karen's life behind that?

You're gonna risk Karen.

Is that what you're gonna do?

Come on.

The geek squad...

Shut the f*** up!

Is gonna show up.

Shut up! They're

gonna be poking around.

And this story

has got to be right.

You gotta be right, Jackson.

F***!

Hello?

Mr. Jamir?

Look, I need the dolly back.

Hello?

CHRISTOPHER:
Mr. Jamir!

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)

God damn it.

Why did you do that?

My bad.

You wanna show him your badge?

Oh, f***.

(POLICE SIRENS WAIL)

Somebody must've heard.

F***, f***.

Who the f*** is this guy?

I don't know,

he's dead, you know?

(GURGLES, GASPS)

God damn it, I thought you said

he was f***ing dead!

He was dead, he was dead,

he was very...

You know he's not f***ing dead.

Are you going to f***ing kill him now?

Shut up.

I have a plan.

Grab his legs.

Grab his legs.

Grab his f***ing legs?

Grab his legs, grab his legs.

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