Bad Boys Page #3

in a basement.

They run the action for the Viking

and Tweety on a 60-40 split.

Real cuties.

Ain't he sweet.

All right, guys, loosen up a little bit.

How you doing?

Not too good.

They're gonna get me, Mick. I know it.

I'll be right back.

I wrote Mick today.

Started at least 10 times.

You know, "How are you?

What's it like there?"

That kind of thing.

Everything sounded so dumb.

Honey, listen to me.

He's a bad kid.

He's been in and out of trouble for years.

Now, he's finally gone and killed someone.

No.

It was an accident.

I see you're responsible

for the death of an eight-year-old boy.

It was an accident.

An accident.

How about these other charges?

"Driving a stolen vehicle,

assault with a deadly weapon,

"attempted robbery."

I suppose they were accidents, too.

Possession of a handgun

and assaulting a teacher at 12.

Four counts of vandalism,

three counts of breaking and entering at 13.

Assaulting a 70-year-old woman

during a purse snatching at 14.

You're a real class act.

You want me to go on?

How you never did any time here before

is a miracle.

And now you're telling me

what just happened was an accident?

Hey, boy,

let me tell you something.

That was no accident.

You would've killed somebody

sooner or later.

Only it happened sooner, you see?

So, don't bullshit yourself.

Don't bullshit me.

How do you feel about what went down?

About the so-called accident?

I'd like an answer.

I don't have one.

Well, when you do have an answer,

let me know.

Because I'm interested.

Anytime you wanna talk about this,

or anything else,

I'm here.

Thank you, Eddie.

Gerard!

- Holden!

- Right here.

Jones! Is there anybody here

by the name of Jones?

Perretti!

Johnson!

- O'Brien!

- Yeah.

F***ing miracle

someone you know can write.

Jones!

Turn around.

Come on, man. Come on.

Hey, Paco, that's him.

That's the one.

That's the guy.

Hey, what was that?

Someone wasted Willy, man!

Get the license plate, man.

Get the license plate!

Somebody call an ambulance.

Man, that's a lot of blood.

Man, he's bleeding bad, man.

He's bleeding bad!

Jimmy, come here!

Oh, man! Guess he's dead.

What do you want?

Just get the f*** out of here!

Leave me alone!

Come on! Please, man!

How was it?

- F***ing a**hole!

- Tweety! Tweety, he's got a knife!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

- He's dead.

- He's dead?

Let's get out of here.

Let's go, come on. Come on, let's go.

One way or the other,

I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

You're on cooking detail all day.

I'm gonna check with Axelrod.

If you're lying to me,

I'm gonna deep-fry your ass.

Tell me exactly what happened

when you ran out on the tier. Exactly.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes