I'm tired of the way things are,

as opposed to the way they should be.

Is this an emergency?

Where are you located?

That really doesn't matter.

- Can we have your name?

- of course.

Common denominator.

Your man on the street.

Now don't ask another question,

or I will be obliged to do bad.

And you would have to assume

responsibility. No interruptions.

Natural selection.

Natural selection.

Born to win.

Born to lose.

Born to die.

Three situations that make up

everything in the world.

No interference is necessary.

But interference happens.

People interfere with an important task

I enjoy doing.

I don't believe people are not good

by nature, not at all.

So if you remove the authority, the police,

then you'll see life

as God intended it to be.

A world of pandemonium.

Without police, the weak

and diseased would be gone.

Streets red with blood.

The way nature intended it to be.

There will be another body found tonight.

Thank you for your time.

April fool, right?

- You're kidding, right?

- You've picked a very fine diamond.

I'll tell you what, throw in a car and I'll

take it. Throw in a hand, I'll take it.

Perhaps a lesser gem

would be more appropriate?

Nah, it's perfect.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

What's up, Malloy?

You're losing your touch.

He'll get you in the rematch.

Don't you worry, buddy.

I got plans tonight and they don't include

you guys. I'll get killed if I don't go.

She'll be pissed anyway. One more round

isn't gonna make a rat's ass difference.

I forgot I was dealing with the

stable-relationship brain trust here.

You guys ever heard of quittin'

while you're ahead?

You got a little drinking problem

in this area over here.

Give this guy another pop.

You feds any closer

to nailing that son of a b*tch?

What d'you wanna hear? I got him

gift wrapped out in the trunk.

- We're gettin' close.

- That's bullshit.

- No, we're getting close.

- I hope so.

- Tucker didn't deserve that.

- No cop does.

He's puttin' bodies

on display like trophies.

Son of a b*tch knows we're the ones

who have to look at 'em, that's why.

Look, I'd love to tell you we got this guy

ready for a toe tag and a slab.

But we're dealin' with a different

kind of street logic here.

It's a whole different breed.

There's no repeatable patterns.

There's no identifiable method.

He's targeting cops, different precincts,

different times. Every site's clean.

But he's gonna f*** up. They all do.

When he does, we'll nail him.

Come on, Malloy. We've had nine

dead cops inside of six months.

If this was nine dead feds we were talkin'

about, that would be a different story.

A different story? You really think I give

a sh*t what kind of badge a man wears?

I think you're feelin' guilty because you

and your fed friends are droppin' the ball.

What happened to you, Malloy? You used

to be one of us before you became a fed.

Ease up. We're all on the same team here.

Yeah, ease up.

You finished?

Oh, yeah, everyone here

knows I'm an a**hole.

- You got that right.

- You are an a**hole.

Everyone knows that. That's a fact of life.

Bring these guys anything they want,

please. Just keep their mouths full.

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

You wanna tell me

why you were late for dinner?

- Very funny.

- Got an excuse?


- How was Donovan's?

- How do you know I was at Donovan's?

- Cos I called.

- No, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

- That was my imitation of your ex-wife.

- Ouch.

Come on, don't go there.

What happened to our date?

These guys are goin' through a bad time,

so I was just talkin' to them a little bit.

It's always gonna be somethin'.

If not this, somethin' else, Mary.

What is this? The beginning of

a "you're just too good for me" speech?

- Is that what this is?

- Stop bustin' me already.

Lucky for you, I've been

checking out the competition,

and the pickings are pretty damn slim,

so I was thinking, what the hell?

Why not stay with me?

Are you tryin' to tell me somethin', huh?

Maybe. Maybe not.

I have a surprise. I got this great surprise,

but it's gonna have to keep for a while.

I'm gonna give it to you,

but I wanna have a clear head when I do.

Whatever happened to roses?

Roses? Obviously you haven't

been reading Cosmopolitan.


Romantically speaking,

roses are totally obsolete

and monkeys are

the new language of love.

I didn't know that.

Well, if that's the case...

why don't you

and your little friend come to bed?

I think we just got lucky.

Forget it. I work alone.

- I could have made it myself, you know.

- And you would have gotten another DUI.

Hey, Jimmy, are you gonna tuck me in?



What the hell is this? A treasure hunt?

Everybody make sure you step

on every damn thing you can.

You see anything you want,

just take it on home.

- Friend of yours?

- Yeah. A long time.

I can't find any sign

of gunpowder tattooing.

The shooter was most likely

several feet back.

He was in whispering distance.

See the starburst splitting

of the skin here, Doc?

Gun was pressed directly against the head.

The killer wanted him to feel the barrel.

Nine dead cops inside of six months.

If this was nine dead feds we were talkin'

about, that would be a different story.

Let's cut him down.

How long do you plan

to have him hang there?

Junior hasn't finished

analyzing the body.

What do you think you're gonna find? Why

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