not a tiny little vial -
no don't sit here and feed us some shit.
you're no longer an extra -
or a supporting actor -
but there is a bright side though. if you ever have to play a part of a guy who gets fucked in the ass on a daily basis by throat-slitting niggers, you'll have so much experience to draw on -
'course you'll wanna fuck her in the ass. pussy just won't feed right anymore -
krinkle, this is it. we got it, man. and it's all ours. i mean talk about fallin' into somethin'. you shoulda seen it, it was beautiful. dimes is hittin' him from the left about being fucked in the ass by niggers, i'm hittin' him form the right about not likin' pussy anymore, finally he starts cryin', and then it was all over -
okee-dokee. it's like this, krinkle; a patrol car stops this dork for speeding, they walk up to window and the guy's covered in coke. so they bring his ass in and me an' nicholson go to work on him.
nicholson and i go to work on him. now er know somthing's rotten in denmark, 'cause this dickhead had a big bag, and it's uncut, too, so we're sweatin' him, trying to find out where he got it. scarin' the shit outta him.
so we got this guy scared shitless and he starts talkin'. and, krinkle, you ain't gonna fuckin' believe it.
suspect's words -
he produced "coming home in a body bag".
uh-huh.
sure was.
i believe he believes him.
this rabbit'll do anything not to do time, including wearing a wire.
we talked him into it.
look, we don't care if you bring in the state milita, the volunteer fire department, the l.a. thunderbirds, the ghost of steve mcqueen, and the twelve roman gladiators, so long as we get credit for the bust.
ok, say something.
are you gettin' this shit?
now, remember, we'll be monitoring just down the hall.
we have to show in court that, without a doubt, a successful man, an important figure in the hollywood community, is also dealing cocaine.
you do more than try.
hope you're a good actor, elliot.
why, all of the sudden, have i got a bad feeling?
he knows.
he saw the wire.
he knows something's up.
whatta we gonna do? he's in an elevator.
this guy's gonna kill him.
he's bluffin', i knew it. he doesn't know shit.
you're an actor, so act, motherfucker.
what's this guy doin'? makin' a drug deal or gettin' a job on the "new yorker"?
thank god.
if he don't bite, we ain't got shit except posession.
ok, boys. let's go get 'em.
you two! put the guns on the floor and back away.
this is your last warning! drop those fuckin' guns!
elliot, shut the fuck up and stay put!
shut the fuck up!
cody!!!
throw out your gun, asshole!
ok, black jacket! it's two against one now! toss the gun and lie face down on the floor or die like all you friends.
don't even give me an excuse, motherfucker.
everything's under control here.
me too.
you do that.