this better not be some freddy joke.
congratulations.
woo all picked you up?
what bar?
you ever seen this motherfucker before?
yeah.
how can you tell?
did the two of you talk?
yeah.
what about?
the milwaukee brewers?
well, if this crook's a brewers fan, his ass has gotta be from wisconsin. and i'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed joe to a damned-if-i-know, that in milwaukee they got a sheet on this mr. white motherfucker's ass. i want you to go through the mugs of guys from old milwaukee with a history of armed robbery, and put a name to that face.
what kinds questions did cabot ask?
didja use the commode story?
it's a scene. memorize it.
a undercover cop has got to be marlon brando. to do this job you got to be a great actor. you got to be naturalistic. you got to be naturalistic as hell. if you ain't a great actor you're a bad actor, and bad acting is bull shit in this job.
it's a amusing anecdote about a drug deal.
something funny that happened to you while you were doing a job.
it's like a joke. you remember what's important, and the rest you make your own. the only way to make it your own is to keep sayin it, and sayin it, and sayin it, and sayin it, and sayin it.
the things you gotta remember are the details. it's the details that sell your story. now this story takes place in this men's room. so you gotta know the details about this men's room. you gotta know they got a blower instead of a towel to dry your hands. you gotta know the stalls ain't got no doors. you gotta know whether they got liquid or powdered soap, whether they got hot water or not, 'cause if you do your job when you tell your story, everybody should believe it. and if you tell your story to somebody who's actually taken a piss in this men's room, and you get one detail they remember right, they'll swear by you.
lawrence dimick. let's see what we got on him.
was this vice squad bullshit in milwaukee?
what happened?
just how sure are you with your cover?
do what they told ya. sit in your apartment and wait for 'em to call you. we'll have guys posted outside who'll follow you when they pick you up.
okay, we're gonna station men across the street from karina's fine jewelry. but their orders will be not to move in unless the robbery gets out of control. you gotta make sure they don't have to move in. you're inside to make sure that everything goes according to hoyle. we have men set up a block away from the warehouse rendezvous. they got complete visibility of the exterior. so as soon as joe cabot shows up, we'll see it.
we can't see shit on the inside. and we can't risk gettin any closer for fear they'll spot us.
what's the matter, newendyke? job too tough for ya? no one lied to you. you always knew we'd hang back until joe cabot showed up.
since when does an undercover cop have protection? freddy, you came into this thing with your eyes wide open, so don't start screamin blind man now. i understand you're nervous. i wish the warehouse had more visible windows, but it doesn't. we have to make do with the cards we're dealt.
i don't mean to be harsh with ya, but i've found tough love works best in these situations. we have to get joe cabot in the company of the thieves and in the same vicinity as the loot. we don't care about these other bastards. we're willing to offer them good deals to testify against cabot.
what?
the whole idea behind this operation is to catch joe cabot red-handed. we bust these hired hands, we ain't accomplished shit. letting them go through with the heist is a risk, but cabot's jobs are very clean. we got people surrounding the perimeter. we got a guy and a gal on the inside posing as a couple shopping for rings. we could replace the employees with cops, but we'd run the risk of tipping 'em off.
these guys are professionals. we're professionals. it's a risk, but i think it's a calculated risk.