Streets Of Blood Page #3

What the f*** is that?

- It's f***ing Santa Claus up ahead.

- Do you see what I see? I see a ghost.

The motherf***er can't be riding

up here unless I say so.

You see he's got his lights off?

He's trying to creep.

Oh, you wanna play? All right.

I see he's slowing down.

Oh, you give me a reason.

Are you gonna give me a reason?

- Wanna play?

- He wants to f***ing play.

Let's play.

- Are you f***ing ready?

- Let's do this.

Where is he going?

Keep an eye on him.

Keep an eye on him, Barney.

Here we go. Look alive.

What was his f***ing set, Barney?

Right or left?

- Left.

- Left?

- Where'd he go, Barney?

- Take a right about right here.

Come on, Barney,

where the f*** is he?

- Maybe we should just take off, man.

- F*** that sh*t, man.

Just f***ing deal with it another night.

That motherf***er can't roll up

in Mid-City like that.

Hey, there he is.

Did you sh*t your pants?

You f***ing creep piece of sh*t.

What you got there, boy?

That sure don't look like fried chicken

and watermelon, boy.

You tagging me, motherf***er?

Recognize, b*tch.

You know who you're talking to?

- Recognize.

- I don't give a sh*t who you are.

Roll up your window.

Get the f*** out of here.

Shut the f*** up,

you freckled-face f***.

- Where are you, Niggermint Pattie?

- What, did you steal Santa's sleigh?

I'll bust a cap in your ass right now.

Hey, hands on the wheel.

Oh.

Metro Narcotics.

You breathe, you die, motherf***er.

Cover him, Barney, cover him.

That's it.

- Sh*t. Sh*t.

- Get right up there.

I thought we were just playing.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get the f*** out of here.

F***ing move.

I'm DEA, motherf***er.

Sh*t, DEA, are you?

- F***ing dirty.

- He's DEA.

You f***ing dirty cop.

Dirty, huh?

Just enough to still be alive.

You went and got filthy.

Look where it got you.

You're dead, motherf***er.

Throw of the dice, DEA.

- What about our f***ing backup?

- You're my backup, Barney baby.

Barney, what did you do?

You shot that motherf***er

in the head, Barney.

He's DEA?

DEA... that's a bullshit

f***ing story, ain't it?

- That was good shooting, Barney.

- What about our backup?

That's all right.

Look, we're gonna wash it down

with a little half and half...

half his money, half his dough.

- Half and half.

- Half his money, half his dough.

Barney, you see, in this world

you ain't special...

you ain't special

unless you got f***-you money.

- I shot him in the head.

- That was a good shot.

- I shot him in the head.

- That's right.

You shot that motherf***er

in the head.

We're f***ed.

We're f***ing f***ed, you know that?

Barney, call it in, huh?

I want you to call it in.

I'm gonna check the car.

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