Homicide Page #3

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the nature of evil.

W-Would you like to know how to -

to solve the problem of evil?

No, man, 'cause if I did,

then I'd be out of a job.

Let's go to work.

What is your 20?

to Beales' Gym, 12th and Loomis.

On the turn off to 10-1 1

with 2-Homicide-16.

Robert Randolph.

Man's got no call

to question my loyalty.

- How's your head?

- He had no f***in' call to get racial on me.

So he called you one,

you called him one.

- We get to the gym -

- Son of a b*tch is gonna go.

- Yeah, I feel it too.

- Piece of cake.

Either a piece of cake or a slice of life.

You notice that?

- Yeah, I've remarked that. Ain't that the truth?

- That is the truth.

We could've brought the son of a b*tch in

with a knock on the door.

- Well, let's go bring him in then.

- That's right.

- Garner some of them kudos and all that they got.

- That's right.

- F.B.I., man.

- That's right.

F.B.I. could f*** up a baked potato.

F.B.I. couldn't find Joe Lewis

in a bowl of rice.

- You know what's needed here.

- What, Sully?

- Police work.

- Yeah.

Some of that police work

that people talk about.

- What happened to the job?

- Hmm.

F***in' politics, man.

Nothing but politics.

- Motherf***er called me a kike.

- I heard him.

Job's changed.

It ain't the same job.

-Job's the same.

- Yeah?

People dyin', people killing 'em.

How's your head?

- Son of a b*tch whopped you a good one.

- Yeah.

We get to the gym -

That son of a b*tch whopped you mean.

You're getting a bump on there.

Here, uh, put the - put the meat on it

from my lunch. Put the meat on it.

- You're kidding.

- No, that's -

Draw it. Really.

Hey, what don't you know?

- Isn't it?

- You are one smart Indian.

- Look out.

He's in there.

- Who's in there?

- Didn't you get my call?

- My partner's pinned down in there!

- What is it?

Get down!

Where's my piece?

-Bob, what is it?

- What is it?

- Uh, h-h-had a shooting -

- How many are there in there?

- I-It's a dog.

- What? What's a dog?

- The lady was shot. We came in.

- Okay. How many guys are in there?

Guys? What guys?

It's just my partner and the dog.

- There's just a dog in there.

- Yeah, the dog - f***in' dog's trying to kill him.

You shoot the dog, man!

- It's my first day. I got a body in there.

-Bob.

- Give me a hand, huh?

- You call your sergeant?

- Bob.

- Yeah, okay. Give me a sandwich.

- We gotta roll.

- Gimme a sandwich.

- Bob!

- Give me the f***in' sandwich!

- Detective -

- Yeah, okay, you calm down.

I'll back at ya.

- Who's dead?

- Some lady. The owner.

- For sure?

- Hit her with a shotgun.

- Thank you, Detective.

- Shut up. Anyone else? Anyone living?

- No.

- Did you call the ambulance?

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