Falling Down Page #3

I'm lucky to be alive.

Just try and relax.

What did he steal from you?

Did not steal!

Attack me, okay?

Say he fix my prices.

Bust up my merchandise.

He didn't rob you?

The guy crazy! I told him,

"Take my money."

He say no. He call me "thief,"

then he break up my merchandise.

Then he buy a soda and take off.

He bought a soda. He paid for it?

I told you, the guy crazy.

Sorry, I thought this was a robbery.

BRlAN:
Mr. Lee, we have to go

talk to somebody else.

BRlAN:
This man works robberies.

LEE:
Robberies?

BRlAN:

That's right. Come on.

LEE:
Baseball bat!

PRENDERGAST:
What's that?

The guy take my baseball bat.

You sell bats?

No, keep for defense.

Under counter. Defense.

You mean he stole your baseball bat

but paid for the soda?

This guy's discriminating.

That still doesn't count.

Let's go. Thanks.

Go to the hospital.

Your arm might be broken!

We'll look for this guy,

so shut the f*** up!

What did this guy do?

Threaten you with his credit card?

I told you he had a bat!

If this guy's still around,

we'll find him and f*** him up.

Then you go to the hospital?

Shut up!

[PHONE RlNGS]

Hello?

Hello?

Cut the crap.

I know it's you.

What do you want?

BETH:

It is you, isn 't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me.

You gotta stop calling me.

It's Adele's birthday.

Yes, I know.

What do you want?

I'm coming home.

What are you talking about?

I just...

I want you to know that

I'm coming home for her birthday.

You're not coming here.

Listen, Beth...

...I gotta see you.

No, you listen to me.

This is my house now. I pay the rent.

You don't pay child support.

-You just can 't walk in and out.

-Don't talk like that, Beth.

I have to come home.

I have to bring her a present.

You know you can't come here!

Hey!

It's him! It's him, man!

How's Adele?

This isn't your home anymore.

How is she?

She's doing just fine without you.

-Angie, get out.

-Come on, man.

It's f***ing broad daylight!

This sh*t ain't worth it!

-Get the f*** out!

-Get out of the car!

Give me one. Give me one.

And you?

Don't.

I'll call the police.

Go, go, go!

I'm coming home.

I'm coming home.

Did you get him?

You missed.

I missed too.

No, don't f***ing do it!

No, man.

F*** you, mother--!

There, you see?

That's the concept.

Take some shooting lessons, a**hole!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

She's open.

Prendergast.

Have a seat.

Captain.

Did you hear?

The drive-by shooting?

Disgusting!

You know who'll have to take

the heat again...

...when the sh*t hits the fan.

You're retiring a little early.

You won't be getting

your full pension.

Yes, sir, that's right.

I won't.

This isn't because

you were wounded, is it?

Wounded?

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