Streets Of Blood Page #5

That's good shooting.

You know what I think?

I think your detectives coup-de-grace'd

him with the third shot,

executed him.

So you say he's one of yours.

What was he working on?

It's a federal investigation.

Y'all need to be cleaning up

your own house.

You're here to investigate your vic?

Man, my guys are clean.

Captain, your department

is f***ing legendary...

suspects beaten,

short counts on drug deals,

cocaine that never makes it

to the evidence locker.

Have you got any evidence

to back that up?

More than you know.

So this was your first

shooting incident?

Yes, ma'am.

How did you feel?

I felt pretty good,

'cause, see, I realized right there

that if I needed to fire my gun

to protect and serve, you know,

I could.

How do you feel about taking

another human being's life?

I did my job.

It was a righteous kill.

It was all good.

They are f***ing animals out there,

all right?

I go after the animals.

It's what I do.

I had a snitch the night

before last finger Ray Delacroix.

- I wanted to talk to him.

- It's too late for that,

unless you want to call

Psychic Friends Hotline.

You did a good job on it. Did he say

anything I might want to know?

He called me a punk motherf***er.

I knew that.

Is that why you shot him?

Sh*t, we're from Mid-City, yo.

- We eat our dead.

- Yeah, we eat our dead.

In other words, f***,

it was getting late and I was hungry.

Sh*t, I like me a little dog meat

from time to time.

- You know what I'm saying?

- Preach it, brother, preach it.

Yeah, it looked like a good meal,

so yeah, I did...

I shot him.

Cocksuck, motherfuck.

Give me some chew.

I'm a Mid-City cop.

Who the f*** are you?

So it really is true... those rumors.

Y'all really do eat your dead.

They eat their dead?

Well, I hold my socks up

with thumb-tacks.

I wipe my ass with razor wire.

I'm not asking, I'm telling...

you're gonna help me find out what

I would have, had you not smoked him.

You didn't hear? Lincoln freed the

slaves. I don't do your heavy lifting.

- Yeah, you do.

- Yeah? Since when?

Since you put Ray Delacroix in hell.

- Come on in. The water's fine.

- The water is fine.

But bring your f***ing

water wings, huh?

Bring your water wings.

Uh-huh.

- Bring your f***ing water wings.

- Let's play.

Hey, Stan, I'll treat you

to a lap dance later,

get you away from that wife,

loosen you up a little bit.

- I think we should rush him.

- F*** him up.

This is bullshit.

I didn't do anything.

Come on, man, just let me go.

Hey, any harder

and I would have to charge you.

Ferraro, in my office, now.

- Yes, sir.

- I got the feds so tight on my ass,

I feel like I'm wearing

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