Blood Out Page #3

How hard is that to trace, guys?

Look, sorry to hear

about your brother, alright?

- Really?

- Really.

But you probably know better than I do

what he was up to.

A lifetime banger, slinging drugs

on the streets for years.

Yeah, I knew what he was doing.

My brother, though, you know?

Yeah, well, we look at it

like a problem solved, alright?

Another low-life thug off the streets.

Now, I don't know how you boys

handle things down in Mayberry,

but here we don't lose sleep

when the bad guys

do the dirty work for us.

All of you,

you're a f***ing disgrace.

- Disgrace?

- F***! Oh!

(CHUCKLES)

What the f*** are you

doing to me? To a cop?

Oh! Arggh!

- Tough guy.

- Arggh!

(CHUCKLES)

He waltzes in here... Where the f***

he think he at? Kansas?

HARDWICK:
Savion.

Whew! It's hot in here. You alright?

Yeah.

I'm gonna hold on to these

till your sheriff in your

podunk town call for it.

And I personally wanna thank you

for staying here at

Hotel Central Lockup.

- They look good on you, man.

- Yeah.

But do come again.

We'll always have this suite here

available for you personally.

Yeah, I'll be back.

You had your fun, you had a good time.

You're a f***ing joke, you know that?

F*** you very much,

Officer Sayvion...Savion,

whatever the f*** your name is.

- What about work?

- You kidding me?

Still think I got a job

after what went down in there?

That's not true, man.

They'll probably just put you on a desk

till they get this sorted.

You're probably right.

Can you imagine me behind a desk?

- No.

- Yeah, me neither.

I'll call you, man.

Hey, Mike, I did

some more snooping around.

- What you get?

- Something's really weird.

It smells like somebody high up

is taking control on a local

or even state level.

- Are you kidding me?

- No.

That's bullshit.

This prick in here's got my gun

and my badge. Can you go get it?

- I got you, brother.

- Alright. I'll call you, man.

OK.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIREN BLEEPS)

This is unit 17. I have

a possible 4-2 in progress.

Male suspect is on foot.

3200 Black Oakland Avenue.

In pursuit now.

MAN ON RADIO:
Unit 17. stand down.

You are outside yourjurisdiction.

Unit 17. stand down.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

We look at it like

a problem solved, alright?

We don't lose sleep when the bad guys

do the dirty work for us.

MAN'S VOICE:
Yeah, feathers --

that's gang related too.

He's definitely a stool pigeon.

We don't lose sleep when the bad guys

do the dirty work for us.

He's definitely a stool pigeon.

(VOICE ECHOES)

(BELL CHIMES)

(IRISH ACCENT) Can I help ya?

Yeah, I need some work done.

What are you looking for?

Sleeves, front, back, all of it.

Start it off with this.

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