Hard Boiled Page #4

Yes or no?

Mr. Hui, you'll need

more than words.

Now, everything changes.

It isn't always pleasant either,

and there isn't always a choice.

Like Hawaii. I didn't go

because I knew this day would come.

Someone had to sell me out to him.

But I read you all wrong.

An error of judgment.

One of those things.

Please, release the guys.

Look, I'm happy to die, but not by the

hands of that bunch of rotten goat sh*t.

- I want you to shoot me, Alan.

- Shoot you?

Shoot me.

Go on, do it.

Finish the job.

There's no way out.

Either you kill me, or I kill you.

- Mr. Hui!

- Don't move! Hold it!

Boss! Mr. Hui!

Kill him! Kill that guy!

- Forget it, you get out.

- Bullshit, I'll kill him.

It isn't worth it.

Cool, dude.

- Go for it.

- Yep.

Who is he?

We both know him.

How come he didn't shoot me?

Yuen, I told you already

to lay off the case.

Tell me who he is!

- A triad.

- Triad?

I wish he were.

Somehow I don't think he is.

If I see him, he's a dead duck.

Just thought I'd tell you.

Sergeant Yuen, get back here!

I don't have to tell you the reasons.

- Remember that.

- It'd be a smart move, nonetheless.

If I'd had slugs the other night,

I'd have killed a cop.

Aren't we self-righteous.

As a matter of fact,

back at the teahouse, you did.

Yeah, it's not the first time.

Accidents happen.

Please, Tequila. Sacrifices.

On duty, a police officer

bravely sacrifices his life!

Sacrifices?

Is that what you call it?

You'd better tell us who are

the cops and who are the thieves...

and why you want us

to kill each other?

Better buckle down to the job

and forget all the questions.

Let me say this, you're under my

command, not the other way around.

You want to ask why?

There's a hundred questions

you ain't gonna get answered.

Like why do cops need search

warrants and not thieves?

Why do cops have to write reports

when they use a gun and robbers don't?

Why are known murderers considered

innocent until proven guilty...

and why does the burden of proof

lie on us, not on them?

Why?

If I knew the answer to that,

I'd be the superintendent.

All right?

What I say is this.

I lost a good friend back there

when Ah-Lung checked out in the teashop.

I don't give a sh*t what

happens to me, all right...

but I'll get that human garbage

and burn him.

God help anybody

who tries to stop me.

Sergeant!

If you step out of line again,

you'll be out of a job.

- It'll be one more problem.

- I'm shaking.

That's what being

a cop is all about.

Can't beat the system

even if you're right.

Don't fit, don't play.

I thought there would be justice.

Every time a bastard got off,

I lost more faith.

But at the end of the day,

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