Streets Of Blood Page #4

- You want me to call it in?

- Call it in, buddy.

- You sure you want me to call it in?

- Call it in, Barney.

Whoo!

- Somebody might see us.

- I told you you're a f***ing ghost.

You don't exist in Mid-City

unless I f***ing say so. Huh?

Are you listening to me,

you motherfuckers out there?

Ah-oo!

Oh, sh*t, Barney.

Damn, I told you it was a good night.

Call the sh*t in, Barney.

You're gonna get my ass killed.

You're one crazy motherf***er.

Barney, can't you feel it?

Oh, Barney, this is the best part.

I can feel his soul

cutting right through me.

How are the storm repairs coming?

The roof's still got a hole in it,

but it's coming along.

Well, I got some money saved up.

If you want, I could loan you some.

We're doing okay.

I really appreciate it, though.

Yo, Andy,

- about tonight, you know...

- Hey, shut up. You did good.

Daddy.

Stop chasing your sister

through the house.

If she hurts herself,

I'm gonna knock you out.

Dinner's almost ready.

Please do something with him.

Come on. I got it.

Can the roof man

come out tomorrow?

Hello.

Yeah.

That's good news. We're covered

for rain damage, just not flood damage.

Who is it?

Hold on. Hold on.

Yeah, okay okay.

It's the insurance broker.

He says we're covered for rain damage...

rain damage.

Get off me, b*tch.

Whoa! You don't talk like that.

What is wrong with you?

- Apologize to her.

- I'm sorry.

I'd better never hear that mess

come out of your mouth again.

FBI. Where are the shooters?

Right there, sir.

- Vasquez? Balentine?

- Yes, sir.

Yeah. Who's you?

Agent Brown, FBI.

You boys know what you've done?

Yeah, my f***ing job

is what I've been doing.

- Yeah, our job.

- That's what I did.

Your job, huh?

I killed this drug-dealing piece of sh*t

named Ray Delacroix.

- You killed a federal agent.

- Oh, he's one of yours? Is that right?

Why didn't you teach him not to shoot

at police officers, Special Agent?

Did you identify yourselves as police?

Sh*t, yeah. He opened up

on us first, just like that.

Captain Friendly.

- Vasquez, what we got here?

- Yeah, Captain,

he rolled up on us, right?

He rolled up on us hard.

We identified ourselves as police

and he just opened fire. That's right.

- Why would he do that?

- Check your toxicology reports.

That motherf***er was so high,

he was coming in for landing.

All right, get on back,

fill out the report.

He deserves a f***ing medal, Captain.

He was still alive. His heart was

pumping blood for a few minutes

before he was shot in the brain,

stopping his heart.

Right.

The first shot to the torso.

Suspect raises gun.

They fire again, and in self-defense

the backup officer shot him in the head.

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