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[Jack and Reggie enter the country and western bar
: Not a very popular place with the brothers. Jack
: My kinda place. I always liked country boys. They're sure as hell don't like you.
[after Reggie has gotten laid
: So, how was it? Reggie
: I'm not goin' in for all that macho shit, Jack. I was great. Should have my dick bronzed.
: This your car, man? Jack
: Yeah. Reggie
: Looks like you bought this off one of the brothers.
[In Chinatown, Jack and Reggie start arguing
: This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killin' people with it. So, instead of bein' where I oughta be, home in bed with my gal givin' her the high hard one, I'm out here doin' THIS shit: roamin' around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you. Reggie
: Look, man, if you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right? Jack
: Heh, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of shit. You been dickin' me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got outta you is nothin'! Reggie
: Yeah, well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of dykes! Jack
: Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I wanna know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with somethin' and the clock's runnin'! Reggie
: Yeah, well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right? Jack
: Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a spearchucker with a number stencilled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fuckin' around. You tell me the truth or you're gonna get the living shit beat outta you. Reggie
: Oh, you're gonna kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just gonna end up fuckin' you up out here and it's gonna be an embarrassment to you and the police force. Jack
: Let me explain one thing to you, nigger: I fight DIRTY!
[punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting
: Fuckin' bastard. Jack
: That I am.
: You know, if you let me come over to your place once in a while you could put on a clean shirt in the morning. Jack
: What makes you think I got any clean shirts in my place?
: You said bullshit and experience is all it takes, right? Jack
: Right. Reggie
: Come on in and experience some of my bullshit.
: Jack... Tell me a story. Jack
: Fuck you! Reggie
: Oh, that's one of my favorites.
: You gonna write my life story? Jack
: Not likely, Reggie. Tell me who this is.
[shows Reggie a photo of a guy with a bullet in his head
: That's Henry Wong, old friend of mine. He's looked BETTER. Look, man. I been in this goddamn cell for two and a half years and I'm getting out in six months. I ain't doing nothing to fuck myself up. But if you came here to find out something from me: You've come to the wrong person, 'Cause I don't FUCK my old friends over, man! Jack
: That's too bad, Reggie. I thought maybe you were a smart boy. But I guess if you were real smart: you wouldn't be a convict. I guess a raider like you would be no match like Ganz. Reggie
: Ganz? Jack
: Right. Reggie
: Ganz is gonna be here two years after I get out.
: What are you smiling at, watermelon? Your big move just turned out to be shit.
: Have fun. Reggie
: I'm gonna have *sex*, Jack.
: Class isn't something you buy. Look at you, you've got on a 500-dollar suit and you're still a low-life. Reggie
: Yeah, but I look good.
: You switch from an armed robber to a pimp, you're all set. Reggie
: a-HA, HA... hooo!
: I'm through fucking around. You tell me the truth or you'll get the living shit beat outta you. Reggie
: You're gonna kick my ass now? You're crazy. Let's get in the car, all right? I'm serious. I'm not in the mood. I'll just end up fucking you up and it'll be an embarrassment to you and the police force. Jack
: Let me explain one thing to you, Nigger. I FIGHT DIRTY!
: Tell me where Ganz is. Luther
: Ganz? I haven't seen him for years. Jack
: Look, asshole, you just took a shot at me. I think you know something. Luther
: Yeah? Well, who gives a FUCK what you think?
[Ganz is holding Reggie hostage, using him as a human shield
: Hey, cop! Come here! I got something for you!
[Jack comes out
: You're not gonna make it. Ganz
: What are you talkin' about? I got your gun! I got the money! I got everything! Reggie
: Take aim, man, and blow his fucking brains out! Ganz
: Bullshit! He ain't gonna try it! Right, cop?
[Jack shoots Ganz, throwing him off Reggie
: Are you crazy, man? I was just bluffing!
: [looking at where Jack just shot him
] I don't believe it... *I* got shot! Jack
: [stone faced
] You're done, end of story...
: All right, where's the goddamn car? Reggie
: Be cool man, the car is parked. Jack
: For three years?
: Bullshit! Reggie
: Bullshit? I'll let you in on a little secret, Jack... you just passed it!
: You know speaking of moaning, my stomach is starting to growl. We better go get something to eat. Jack
: We eat when I say we eat! Reggie
: Now that's bullshit, that's the last straw, all right? I want some food now. If you don't like it, you can take me to the penitentiary and kiss my hungry black ass goodbye all right? You took me out here, you've been treating me like shit when we first left and I want some food in a nice place, nice atmosphere with some good people and... Jack
] Okay, hold it. I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat. I know a place. All right? Reggie
: All right let's go. Jack
: All right. Reggie
: I want some mandolins and some violins. Jack
: [buys a chocolate bar from a vending machine
] There's ya' goddamn dinner!
: I need a car. How about loaning me a couple thousand when you get out? Reggie
: What kind of car do you want? Jack
: A convertible. I'm a rag top man. Reggie
] Deal. Jack
: Good. But even if you do give me the money for a car don't mean shit. If I ever hear that you're crossing the line, I'll bust your ass. Reggie
: Now Jack, the both of us know that I'm gonna be an honest man from now on. Right? Jack
: Good. Reggie
: But if I *did* decide to be a thief, what makes you think you can catch me? Jack
] Can I have my lighter back, Reggie? Reggie
Patrol Officer #1
: We got a burglary call. Two women reported a couple of hoods busting into their place posing as cops. Jack
: Yeah, I followed a lead, we rousted 'em. Why don't you guys go sweet-talk 'em, straighten it out? Patrol Officer #1
: I've got a better idea, why don't you go do it yourself? We've got better things to do than straighten out your messes. Jack
: I'll file a report tomorrow. Patrol Officer #1
: Yeah? I'm gonna file a report tonight. Jack
: Yeah? Goes with the territory.
: You got a lady, Cates? Jack
: Yeah. Reggie
: You know, the generosity of women never ceases to amaze me.
: This ain't no god damn way to start a partnership. Jack
: Now, get this! We ain't partners. We ain't brothers. And we ain't friends. I'm puttin' you down and keepin' you down until Ganz is locked up or dead. And if Ganz gets away, you're gonna be sorry YOU ever MET me!
: I'm already sorry.
: Hammond! You tell me what this is all about or you and me are going at it again. I wanna know what this is about between you and Ganz. Reggie
: Look I've been waiting for a lot of money for a long time, man. Jack
: How much money? Reggie
: Half a million dollars. Starting to get the picture now? You're on the wrong side of the law and order track here, Jack. Jack
: Just tell me about the god damn money. Reggie
: Me and Ganz hit a dealer during a sale. It's the kind of money nobody reports stolen. Jack
: So he's after your money. Reggie
: You know you're a real smart cop, Jack. So how much you want, huh? Half? Jack
: Not likely, convict. Reggie
: Oh, I can't have none of it now, huh? Jack
: I believe in the merit system so far you ain't earned any points, boy. Reggie
: [Southern drawl
] Oh well I'll be real good from now on, Massa Cates! Jack
: Just tell me where the god damn money is. Reggie
: In the trunk of my car. Jack
: Right, convict. Reggie
: Forget this man, we ain't brothers, we ain't partners, and we aint' friends and if Ganz get's away with my money you're gonna be sorry you ever met me! Jack
: I'm already sorry.
: Is Luther part of the gang? Reggie
: What gang you talkin' 'bout, Jack? Jack
: Hey, I can read a police file, shit-head. Quit calling me Jack. Reggie
: It's just an expression, all right? I don't mean nothin' by it. Jack
: I don't give a damn. It happens to be my name. Reggie
: What the hell you complainin' for? At least nobody callin' you shit-head. Jack
: I may call YOU worse than THAT.
: This is a police matter and I'm looking for an Indian named Billy Bear. I know everyone in here wants to cooperate with me...
[a guy runs and Cates tackles him
: Hey that's not even necessary, alright man? I got the situation in hand. Jack
: [fake southern drawl
] Some of us citizens are behind you all the way, officer.
: How much of my money did you spend? Jack
: Oh, about 25 grand. You said I could buy a new car. Reggie
: So where is it? Jack
: This *is* the new car! Reggie
: This looks like the same piece-of-shit sky blue Cadillac you had before! Jack
: Yeah, I bought the same make, model, year, color, everything the same. That's the way I like it. I get attached to things, Reggie!
: You got framed. That's what every convict says! Reggie
: Well, what about you, man? They never found that bad guy's gun out at the racetrack! Jack
: That's different. Reggie
: How's it different? Jack
: I'm a cop, you're a crook. Reggie
: Oh, get the fuck outta here! Just 'cause I'm a convict, every thin' that comes outta my mouth is a god damn lie? Jack
: That's right. Reggie
: So it's just Screw Reggie Hammond? Jack
: That's right!
: Christ, you really toasted that guy, Jack. Jack Cates
: Ah, goddammit, I didn't TOAST the guy! I just SHOT him! For Chrissakes, don't say I TOASTED him, Ben!
[Kehoe is holding Reggie hostage, using him as a human shield
] Ben Kehoe
: Jack, we can work this out! Just let me out of here! Jack Cates
: You're a disgrace, Ben. Nothing worse than a bad cop. Reggie Hammond
: Hey, Jack! Thank you for a very pleasant day! Okay, I got no car, I got no money, and I'm gonna end the day off with this goddamn dope man's Uzi by my temple! Thank you, Jack! Look, this is Jack's day, why don't you just let Jack shoot me? Save your bullet! Jack, why don't you shoot me? Shoot me, Jack!
[Jack shoots Reggie in the shoulder. Stunned, Reggie collapses to the floor, and Jack shoots Ben dead
: They blew up my car! They blew up my *car*! Jack
: It's a damn shame. Reggie Hammond
: They blew up my car and all you have to say is it's a damn shame? Jack
: No car, no money, you're having a bad day!
: I knew you'd be waiting for me out here. Reggie
: You think I'm happy about being here think again. I'm supposed to have money in my pocket and a new life and the last thing I wanted was to be hooked up to your dumb ass again and you? You're about two steps away from where I was yesterday so you're not running shit. I'm gonna lay it out straight Jack: I don't like you and I don't trust you. Jack
: O.K. cut the bullshit ok? Give me something I can use. Reggie
: The Iceman? The Iceman bought your house. Jack
: Now God damn it! I said cut the bullshit! Reggie
: I can't believe you haven't put this together yet. Me and Ganz robbed a drug dealer, *that* was the Iceman, he's still pissed off about the shit. I see your wheels turnin there. Yes, yes, the man who you've been lookin for bought your fucked up car and put a down payment on your house and you've been riding around in a car that he bought for you lookin for him which makes you the dumbest motherfucker in law enforcement. Get in the car, you've got a bad shoulder and I don't wanna get into a wreck. I, unlike you, have a lot to live for. Jack
: I always wanted a cheuffer, Reg!
: [the bartender has launched a tirade against Jack about the police in her bar
] Is that enough, or do you wanna bitch some more? Girl Bartender
] I'm gonna bitch some more!
: Look, Jack, I gave you the money in good faith, you told me I could fucking trust you and now after all this shit I can't get my money? Jack
: Well, you finally got the picture, convict.