New Orleans Page #2

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Hey hey hey...

Calling to see

if you have any time to see me.

You need to call him back?

No.

You know I'd rather go

to the mountain with you.

I can't afford it

I can. I can afford it.

Yeah. Who brought him in?

That's who is questioning him?

I'll be there in 10 minutes, tell him

I'm on my way.

Tell him if he put his hands on this

guy, he's gonna have a problem.

I don't give a sh*t, Armand. You tell

him to take a f***ing break.

Excuse me, could you tell me how much

longer that's gonna be?

Hello, Miss. I'm a lieutenant in the

police department.

I'm in the middle of a homicide

investigation.

Can I get my prescription, please?

Do you see I'm on the phone?

Hey, you can't come back here.

You got me waiting for 14 minutes, so you

can make a f***ing personal phone call.

Security! Security in the pharmacy.

Security to pharmacy, please.

- This is it. This is it

- Come on.

Police emergency. This is it.

- You're no cop.

- What is that look like?

Then why are you acting all crazy for?

This is uh... $ 23 right, get

everybody a drink.

Get the f*** out of my way.

Look at me, okay?

Now tell me something I don't know

- Man you better get me out of here.

- Get you out of here? What are you crazy?

I got you on possesion. You're on parole.

Man, one skinny ass joint, man.

You gotta help me,

or I'll gonna get you back...

I got 5 dead people, man.

You understand?

I don't know where the body

Don't bullshit. For the murder, man.

Tell me something.

What do you want me to tell you?

I want you to tell me something I

haven't heard.

I don't want you to tell me...

Look at me.

I don't want you to tell me, that you

don't know nothing.

But I don't know nothing.

Listen...

I got 2 dead baby Yambos.

You understand what that means?

That means I can do whatever I want in

this room.

That means Guantanamo Bay.

You believe this motherf***er?

I busted my ass for Yambos, and this

one won't tell me sh*t.

Detective. Can I see you outside for a

second?

Uh, Yeah... Sure.

Two minutes. Think about it.

Oh not a great time to take a break.

- What are you doing?

- What? He's about to go.

Bullshit, Stevie. He's scared out of

his mind, because you and your partner

may have spectacle out of picking him

Now everyone in Central City knows he's

in here.

- Are you trying to...

- No! Just shush.

Do you think he's gonna go out on a limb

you keep insulting him like that?

You are trying to tell me how to do my

interrogation?

Yes. As the matter of fact I'm gonna

tell you when I think you're doing is

something wrong.

Go and f*** yourself.

I'm gonna treat you respectfully.

You're treat me respectfully.

I'm looking at some bullshit pop bust and

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