all that is great -- but you guys work bed-stuy. you're not supposed to be in ridgewood.
you couldn't burn a three-time loser with what you're bringing in here. you know you stiffs could run yourselves an entrapment rap. the guy has done nothing -- brooklyn is full of candy store guys with two cars who like to go to nightclubs.
big score! he's dealin' a few bags here and there on the side.
your hunches have backfired before, doyle.
jimmy, what the hell's happening with you lately? you got more collars than any narc in the bureau. what was it. over 100 last year? terrific. but who?
you stop and shake down a bellboy because he's got three joints in his sock. you hit a high school kid in short pants who looks like he's got a twitch.
you really believe all this crap?
what'll it take?
you know i have to get a court order for wiretaps.
popeye.
you still pickin' your feet in poughkeepsie?
three.
the judge gave you ten days on these. klein and mulderig will be sitting in for the federals. tell doyle they'll make all the buys, and that they're to be kept informed of everything that goes down.
you know doyle, don't you bill?
jimmy, it doesn't matter anymore. if there was a deal it must have gone down by now. we blew it! we blew our cover and we blew the warrants --
for chrissake, will you come off that "my case" bullshit. this has been a whore's dream from the start.
that's enough. get the hell out of here.
jimmy, you wasted two months - no collars are comin' in while you two been out jerkin' off. now go back to work, you're off special assignment.