Stakeout Page #2

So we're setting up|a half a dozen stake-outs.

Now, uh, we'll handle the important ones,|but, uh, since we're a little short on help...

uh, your men will take the others.

- Of course.|- Who we watching?

Oh, he has an old girlfriend here. He|hasn't seen her for a year and a half.

Her name is Maria McGuire.|Now, you'll be watching her house...

and the Second Precinct will take her|at the restaurant where she works.

Here are the keys to the apartment we rented|across the street from where she lives.

Now, we're gonna have|to move on this one quick.

I- I know it's short notice,|but this is real bad people we're after.

- Do we, uh, get a bug?|- Hopefully within 24 hours.

Uh, just one other thing.

If you spot Montgomery, report it.|Nothing more.

Remember,|this is an FBI operation.

Wait a second.|Wait a second.

Excuse me, Captain. There's something a little ripe here. Let me|- Let me ask you a question.

What you're asking is that|you'd like us to sit on our butts...

on some low-priority sh*t detail...

on the off chance that we're gonna run|across some "bad people. "

And then what are we supposed to do?|We're supposed to give you a jingle...

so that you can make the arrest|and get the keys to the city?

Excuse me, Captain. I'm sorry. I don't like|to sound negative, but this is bullshit.

I'm a cop.|You understand me?

I'm not a security guard.

I see some "bad people"...

I'm gonna be a little too busy|to, uh, make a phone call.

Hope the attitude|doesn't affect the performance.

- Would you like to see how this|attitude- - Are you through, Mr Lecce?

We'll call.

- What an a**hole.|- Definitely.

Hey! Hey! I don't want to hear|that kind of crap.

And I don't want to hear that|someone else heard it either, got it?

Now, this is a 24-hour surveillance.|Jack and Phil will take the day shift.

- Chris and Bill the nights. Same routine as last time.|- Aw,Jesus.

- Something bothering you, Mr Coldshank?|- No, no.

Don't bullshit me.|What's on your so-called mind?

Well, if it's all the same to you, sir, uh, I'd|just as soon not be on a stake-out with them again.

- Hear, hear, sir.|- Why?

- Why?|- Yeah. Why?

- Chris and Bill are slobs, sir. No, no. No, no, no.|- The worst. The worst.

The last stake-out that Jack and I were on with|them, they never once cleaned up after themselves.

- I mean, look at them. Smell them.|- Lick my left one, buddy.

- You left cigar butts all over the place.|- Oh, please.

- You guys never once changed the toilet paper. What, you don't wipe yourself?|- You are disgusting.

- You are filth.|- Hey, what about his dog?

- He let his dog piss all over the carpet.|- Hey, that's a goddam lie!

Come on, come on, come on, come on! Don't|blame it on the dog. Phil did all the pissing.

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