Dark Blue Page #3

- Jack.

Eldon, Jimmy has something to tell you.

You made Lieutenant.

You're next on the transfer list.

- Yeah, f*** you too, Jimmy.

- No. We're not pulling your dick.

It's about f***ing time.

It's about f***ing time!

All right! Hey! Where's my badge?

The badge ceremony is Wednesday

at the Academy.

A dozen lieutenants are being promoted.

The biggest in department history.

That is if you think you can make it

on time, Mr. Smart-Ass.

I'm going to try to shove it

into my busy schedule, Jimmy.

Thanks for dropping by, Jimmy.

Thanks for the cigars, Jimmy.

- Good luck, kid.

- Yeah, thank you.

We'll hoist a few next week.

That'd be good, Jack. Any time.

Looking forward to it.

That's our next chief, gentlemen.

That's a scary f***ing thought.

I mean, oh, God help us.

I can't stand much more of that dump.

Did you see that drunk tonight

trying to paw me?

No, what drunk?

It doesn't matter what drunk.

What's the matter with you

tonight, darling?

That's the third time you tried

to tell me something, then stopped.

We shouldn't have any secrets

from each other.

You're a f***ing alcoholic.

- Thanks.

- There's goulash in the Crock-Pot.

I'm not hungry.

I love you.

You know I do. I want to marry you,

but not now.

Only after we've dated first.

Did you just get home?

Eleven prisoners got early releases.

I had to process them out.

Sal, I made lieutenant.

- You're kidding.

- Uh-uh.

- Finally.

- Yeah.

When's it going to show up

on your paycheck?

Well, not until after the ceremony, honey.

Oh, come on, man.

Who the f*** is calling 900 numbers?

If it's anyone, it's you,

and you don't remember.

The department tapes for manual labor.

Watch this, it's the damn kid.

Welcome to Sorority Slut Hotlines.

Yeah, Sorority Slut Hotline.

Just f***ing pay it. At least he's not a fag.

No, he's not a fag. He's a damn kid.

He has a girlfriend.

Did you know that, "Detective"?

No. No sh*t?

Yeah. She is very pretty, very sweet.

That's excellent.

The boy's finding his dick.

I work in a jail.

Do I have to listen to that at home?

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry.

Aren't you going to ask me

how the shooting board went?

Aren't you gonna at least ask me

how the shooting board went?

I'm sorry, honey. I have a hard time

keeping track of all your shootings,

and investigations, and interrogations,

- and inquiries.

- Come on.

- How did your shooting board go?

- In policy.

- Like it would be anything else.

- Oh, what is this?

What is this? I recognize this.

I've seen them before,

somewhere, sometime.

You know, Bobby... He's strutting around

like a little bantam rooster.

You're just jealous of him

'cause he's cute.

Cute?

You are so lost in space, you have no idea

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes