Direct Action Page #4

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l'll call you back.

Hey.

Frank.

Good to see ya.

That was, uh,

that was quick.

So?

So l've decided

to be a winner.

[chuckles]

[sighs in relief]

Well, that's good, Frank.

What do you wanna do?

You wanna give me the

details of your account?

You want me to make that

call for your promotion?

What? Hey.

l'll tell you what.

Let's do both of them.

What the hell, huh?

Remember the oath

"To serve and protect

the people of our city"?

Yeah, sure, Why?

l'm gonna be

at that Courthouse.

At five.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

Frank, Frank. Now listen.

You don't wanna do that.

Who the hell do you think

is gonna believe you?

Oh, l know.

You're Mr. Clean.

but we've got enough

guys that are gonna

say things about you

that'll sink you

as deep in this sh*t

as everybody else.

l'm going in.

Is that how it's

gonna be, Frank?

That's how it's gonna be.

[crumples paper]

[slams drawer]

John, why don't you

have a look at this?

Fred.

l need

Ross reassigned.

Excuse me, sir.

We need a moment.

What's going on

here, Sergeant?

You think that this

is over my head?

Try me.

l'm starting to get

a little pissed off.

You don't want

a reassignment?

Fine.

Call in sick.

Call in sick?

Light.

Are we happy?

Yeah.

(Ross)

Excuse me, Sergeant,

but l do take it personally

when l've

been on the job,

what? Two hours maybe?

And you're just

gonna dump me?

lt's like l said, Ross.

lt's nothing personal.

[starts engine]

[beeps]

Ugh.

Take it off.

Oh, Frankie Boy.

What the hell is that?

Yeah?

Yeah. 5 :
00 o'clock.

Yeah. l'll be there.

Do it now. Do it.

[blast and brakes]

How you

doing, Frank?

Good.

He's doing good.

How are you doing?

l'm doing great.

Great.

So we heard

something else.

Yeah? What

did you hear?

(Bryant)

We heard you

spoke to some people.

Flat tire? What a b*tch,

Frank. Can l help?

Hey. Just keep your hands

where l can see them guys.

[chuckles]

Frank, come on.

We're all friends

here. Aren't we?

Sure we are.

(Bryant)

See? We just

wanna offer a little

roadside assistance.

Maybe have

a few words

for old time's sake.

You got something to say?

Say it to the Grand Jury.

Oh, Frankie,

Frankie, l can't

believe you just said that!

(Espinoza)

After all we've been through,

l expected something else

from you, l really did.

[brakes screech

and electric buzz]

Oh, sh*t!

(Bryant)

Son of a b*tch.

(Espinoza)

Get him up there.

Come on.

Sh*t.

lt's gone.

(Ross)

Hey! Dammit!

God! Pull it forward!

Police Officer. Just go!

Go! Go! Go!

Come on !

Where are we going?

Sh*t.

l got it.

(Policeman)

lt's the end of the line.

You need to tell us a few

things before we say goodbye.

Ugh.

[thud]

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