and that's what you want to do for a living.
who's going to do this?
just throw it in, he doesn't take it. that's good service.
throw it -
down -
we gonna stay with him or the car?
think he made us?
i just called. i called and walked back here and ten seconds has gone by.
you saw policy slips? you saw grocery bags. you don't know what's in them.
what's the rush? half an hour the warrant'll be here -
guess you're going to miss it. you know, what you were saying before - about throwing up in front of people - money will take that feeling away.
less than what.
no lawyer on earth makes less than a cop.
you're fuckin kidding me.
richie -
it's the same thing. in principle.
richie, a cop who turns in this kind of money says one thing: he'll turn in cops who take money. we'll be pariahs.
not if we keep it. only if we don't. then we're fucked, you're right. but not if we keep it.
goddamn it, did we ask for this? did we put a gun to someone's head and say, give us your money? cops kill cops they can't trust. we can't turn it in.
thank you -
what? what are you talking about?
what. that's my money. i've never taken dirty money in my life.
maybe the occasional gratuity. like anybody else. you're going to tell me that's wrong?
no, it isn't. it's part of the salary for getting shot at. for that, certain courtesies are shown. in gratitude -
a discount on a tv, a doughboy in the backyard, a new dress for your girlfriend maybe once a year. i'm talking about not living in fucking poverty. you want to call that wrong, call it wrong.
then goddamn it, pay me fifty grand a year, you son of a bitch. pay me what i deserve for getting shot at. no? fine. next time four guys come into your place with sawed-off shotguns, you take care of it.
you know what, richie? fuck you, you make that kind of accusation against your own kind. and you know why.
i'm a leper. because i listened to you and turned in a million fucking dollars. you know who'll work with me after that? same as you. no one.