you gotta put the mustard underneath first.
here, let me do it.
come on.  onion. don't cheap out on me. lotta onions.
how do you ride that thing on a wet street?
care for a hot dog?
i'm buying.
no onions?
goddammit.
yeah, do it! stay right there!
here now! you're gonna be okay! can you understand me? i'm a police officer.
what did you say?
oh no.  don't go, darlin', you stay with me, now.  shit!
victim's name is shelly webster. the guy who got tossed is, uh --
sure it coulda. funboy's not here, neither is t-bird -- none of top dollar's number ones.
this sack of shit is called tin- tin.
he was a runner for top dollar. just muscle.
this isn't top dollar's style anyway. this was somebody else. somebody new.
who ever made that.
i call it blood, detective. if you want, you can call it graffiti.
don't move! i said don't move.
i'm the police and i say don't move, snow white. you're under arrest; i don't care what else is wrong with you! you move and you're dead.
no further. i'm serious.
are you nuts, walking into a gun?
you wanna run that back for me one time?
you don't say.
fucking a, my friend.
watch it.
you're the one who did tin-tin.
great. good night. guy shows up looking like a mime from hell. least he didn't do that "walking against the wind" shit; i hate that.
annie?
annie, i need a file.
this is special, darlin'. please?
double homicide. a year ago. las halloween.
i knew that.
another nice white girl with a cause. like a big kick me sign.
shelly webster. and her nice white boyfriend, eric draven.
could be.
well, hello there. chocolate,
thanks, babe.
jeezus! don't ever do that, man!
i told you cops don't say "freeze".
you, my friend, are dead. i saw your body. you got buried.
you died, man. i can't believe it but here you are. last year, you and your girlfriend --
you went out the window. she was beaten and raped. she died in the hospital.
hey, you asked, man. she held on for thirty hours in intensive care. hemorrhage, trauma. he body just finally gave it up. i saw it and couldn't do jack for her.
you okay, man? i mean, what just happened.
you gotta understand -- i was hoping she'd talk, give me a lead, a clue, something to work with. but she only said one thing to me before she died.
i'm sorry as hell, man.
i should be trying to stop you.
my pleasure.
damn, i wish he wouldn't do that.
jesus christ.
come on!
keep your head down!
i figured you might need a ride home.
i figured as much. did you cap off funboy.
yeah, among others. hey, man -- you're hit.
it's only fourteen or fifteen flesh wounds.
great. litterbug of the living dead.
right. you sure i can't just take you to the emergency ward?
how 'bout the morgue?
you're gonna kill somebody else. we're gonna stop and get a shit-load of band-aids?
had to go get yourself hip-deep in shit, didn't you, my friend.
give it a rest, huh?
you sorta looked like you might need my help.
you're welcome.
the hell you say. this isn't just about you any more.
you're bleeding, man. you can't make it.
you won't mind if i just take the stairs, then, smartass.
i ain't cut out for this superhero shit.
is he dead yet?