you'll see.
you'll see.
you got a right to fall down and break your face, nigger. you got a right to die.
he means--
--this morning.
he didn't look at a clock.
means we can take your black ass out behind the station and put a bullet in your head.
sit down.
you heard 'im. did you two argue over coretta james?
you heard him, where'd you go?
okay. let's take him out back.
bullshit, i'm gonna blow his--
son-of-a-bitch! son-of-a-bitch!
so why don't you just invite us inside.  after you.
what happened to your head? i don't remember doing all that.
you got a lotta cuts and bruises to be an ordinary working stiff.
he hangs out with some of those same nigger friends of yours down on central avenue.
any of this making you feel talkative at all, 'cause i'll bet ya six bits to a bottle of piss that we're looking at a double here.  all we need is to place you in the dead man's house.
oh, hadn't you heard? we found a cigarette lighter in the dead man's house with the killer's fingerprints on it.
course you did, we got evidence.
and that's all that counts.
have a nice evening, ezekiel.
yeah. makes 'em feel like shit.
a.  uh.  colored guy.  sounds kinda dumb.
in fact, he's out and out pointing the finger at ya.
he'd do it to you.
you son-of-a-bitch.  you watch yourself, you hear! don't you even spit on the fucking sidewalk.  i better not even--