Sharky's Machine Page #2

No, it could not have

been 6 weeks in a row.

Maybe 6 times, but not in a row.

I'm telling you...

Get rid of this clown, will you?

I'm getting an earache

listening to this sh*t.

Hey, Ron! Upstairs. Book him.

Go on, Mr Mays, go on

You organized that real fast.

Ha ha ha ha!

I didn't say that.

You did.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Papa, what, are you on a date?

She's a hooker! Book her or get rid of her!

Ahh, Friscoe.

For Christ's sake.

Here you go, darling.

Something for the doggy.

Sergeant.

You had a good machine going upstairs

till Smiley screwed it up.

You cut off his head,

he wouldn't be any dumber.

Down here, it's different.

Mostly misdemeanors. Hookers, panderers.

What the hell you doing down here, Friscoe?

How many years you got in?

I got 18 in.

2 more to go,

so I don't growl too loud anymore.

What about Driscoll, Marindo?

Arch is the best street cop in the house.

He won't take sh*t. That's why he's here.

Papa, too.

You know, he's been shot 3 times.

He doesn't even remember

where the scars are,

but he'll bare-hand a locomotive.

They're top men.

They used to be.

And I got news for you, Sharky.

Upstairs, you had a big reputation

for being a bad ass.

You got your pusher, all right,

but you got a civilian shot doing it.

Down here, you don't make waves.

You're right, this place is a cesspool,

and if you make waves, I get a mouthful.

Papa. Sharky.

Hi. Arch!

What's on for tonight?

Donald Hotchkins here

is running for governor,

and he don't want anybody peddling ass while

he's making his speech in the square tonight.

We gotta keep the city pure, right, Arch?

Sure, Papa.

Like missionaries.

Arch!

Oh, and we gotta make sure...

the cab drivers wear

their hats at all times.

You're shittin' me.

City law, Sergeant. No sh*t.

Cab drivers gotta look nice.

Pretty exciting work.

You got the rank, Sergeant.

You wanna skip it?

Hey, that's it! Let's go eat.

You like ribs? Jesus...

aw, he don't like ribs.

There's a place down here that...

Come on! Move it!

Show super cop what it's all about.

He'll love it.

Let's eat Japanese.

Arch, move it!

I'm moving it, Lieutenant.

Don't have me tell you again!

Hello, my sweet blind angel

My friends, my friends,

when you stand in that election

booth on election day,

and you mark that little X

in that little square next to my name,

you are saying yes to good government!

Yes! When you say yes to Donald Hotchkins,

you are saying yes to good government!

Say yes! Say yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Unit 12 reports 2 victims in the shooting

Female, oriental, 20, alleged prostitute, and

Detective Tad Roper, Central Intelligence

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