Out for Justice Page #3

And they connected him to us.

That piece of sh*t couldn't be

a gangster if he owned New York City.

Get him.

We can't stand this publicity.

I'll get him.

You got any puppy dog food?

Right here.

I got anything you want.

I got this stuff here.

That's good.

Looks like he needs some of this.

None of this is from Jersey?

I don't want no radioactive stuff.

I don't blame you.

What are you doing down here?

How you doing?

It's okay.

- I heard you got your license.

- What'd I get, a dog license?

I heard you just got your button.

You're still the dirtbag criminal.

You know how many cops

make my guys look like altar boys?

Ain't it the truth.

Sad world we live in.

Hey, Lucky, it's our world.

It's our system...

- What, I gotta hear this again?

- Come on, we gotta do this.

Ever since we was little...

...I never, ever tried to, you know...

...act like I was better than you

at anything. And I never was.

You called me lucky. I wasn't lucky.

It was just deep desire.

I was always willing to do

whatever it took to get the job done.

You know, this thing...

You think it's the department. I don't

give a f*** about the department.

This, to me, is personal.

You'll never change.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, f*** me!

Where is he?

- I don't know.

- You haven't seen or heard from him?

Come on, he's my brother.

I'll see him sooner or later.

He's out of his mind,

sniffing that crap.

I knew this would happen.

I'll call you, on my mother's eyes.

Find him. Otherwise, next time we

come here, you're coming with us.

I need that.

I need this sh*t, right?

Nicki, coffee.

He's not here.

Mr. Madano, how's your health?

I said, he's not here.

I believe you.

But if you won't mind,

I'd like to talk to you.

He killed Bobby in front

of his wife and kids.

What did Bobby do to him?

Bobby didn't do nothing.

What did the police do

to make him crazy?

Two blocks over,

he just killed another woman.

Something make him crazy.

Bobby's children watched Richie

kill their father.

You know as well as I do...

...Richie was always into bad things,

even as a kid.

But never crazy like this.

He's on drugs now.

He's lost his mind.

Now if you've seen Richie...

...or you know something I don't,

you better tell me.

When I came here...

...I got a job repairing the subway.

Same house, same job ever since.

I come home for dinner every night.

Almost 50 years.

And you don't believe me?

I believe you.

And even then,

when I was a punk kid...

...I believed you and you believed me.

How can I keep you

from killing my son?

You tell Richie to get a lawyer.

Have him turn himself in.

If not...

...I'm going to kill him.

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