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hwpWhat?
I keep thinking about Hawaii, right now.
My hearts in Hawaii.
How the hell can your heart be in Hawaii
when youve never been there?
You mean theres no place
youd rather be than here?
Im just saying I dont know
how you can think about Hawaii right now.
If I was in Hawaii right now,
I wouldnt think about being here.
See the difference?
No.
Im not in Hawaii. Im here, right?
I dont want to be here.
I want to be in Hawaii.
But I cant be in Hawaii.
Therefore, I think about it so as not
to get depressed about being here.
But Im here.
Right.
- I dont want to be here.
- Right.
But I cant be anyplace else,
cause all I see is this shit.
Now, how do you get around that?
Thats what Im asking you.
Focus.
"Focus."
Its time.
No more Hawaii. Focus on this.
Yeah?
- Aloha.
- Aloha my ass, Divinci.
Left at the corner.
Whats up?
Hope you dont mind
me checking for weapons.
- Yeah. I do mind.
- Yeah.
What the fuck do I want
a mans hands on my body for?
Hold it.
Okay, check him.
Check good.
Theres a lot of good hiding spots
on this body.
- Watch out. Thats the loot.
- Hes got nothin.
So, what you got?
Not bad at all.
Any more where this came from?
Maybe.
Then maybe we talk again.
Maybe.
Yeah.
Told you there was
a lot of good hiding places on this body.
Bet you got a lot of good hiding spots
on that body, too.
Come on, man, hurry up!
Lets go! Lets go!
Joe.
Wake up.
Get out of the street
before you get run over.
Other way, Joe.
Forget it.
I dont think youd feel it anyway.
- What the fuck?
- Keeping some late hours?
Come on, man! What the fuck
are my neighbors gonna think?
I apologize. I understand your concerns.
You must also understand that,
unlike a bank...
...I cannot rely on a late fee as sufficient
encouragement to repay ones debts.
Therefore, I am forced
to hire the likes of Mr. Cutlass Supreme...
...whom, I might add,
contributes significantly to my overhead.
Im the real loser here,
and Im concerned about your sincerity...
...in repaying the $27,942 gambling debt...
...that is one week past due.
What can you do
to reassure me of your good intentions?
I can make your life fucking miserable,
thats what I can do.
Look at me.
Do I have a wife and three kids?
Do I have a good job at IBM?
Am I a handsome guy?
No, no and no.
I loan money at excessively
high interest rates...
...to pricks like you
who cant control their urge...
...to lose big money playing cards.
Then I have to stay up all night...
...trying to convince them
that I have needs, too.
The point of which is,
I already have a fucking miserable life...
...so dont threaten me,
you lousy bag of cat shit.
You fuckin...
All Im asking is that you be responsible.
Is that unreasonable?
Thats $4,000.
Thats all I got.
Im proportionally reassured.
You purchased yourself an extension.
Another day, another body.
Where do you want to start?
- A hit?
- Yeah. It looks like it.
Could be gang related.
Happened some time last night.
2:00, 3:00 in the morning.
Got an African-American male.
Looks like hes in his 30s,
but even thats a guess.
Half his head is on the upholstery.
- Got any witnesses?
- Sure. Hundreds.
Fucking animals!
- Shotgun shells, 12-gauge.
- Three shotgun shells, 12-gauge.
Hey, Divinci. Heard you got
a gang related, you lucky guy.
- Yeah, one less drugstore on the street.
- The worlds a safer place.
- Thanks.
- No problem.
Brown?
Blond?
Blond like Mel Gibson?
Want to go for a ride?
Why, did you get it?
As of last night, partner,
I have enough to make the down.
Picture me under some swaying palms,
sipping on a mai tai.
You got primary on the drug related
this morning on 27th?
Were working on it right now.
- Whos your second?
- Rodriguez.
- In my office, both of you.
- Why?
Now.
Let me finish this.
No, no, no. Come on. Come on!
Detectives Divinci and Rodriguez...
...this is Richard Simms.
Hes with the DEA.
He wants to ask you some
questions about your case.
- Whats the occasion?
- You get an ID on the victim?
- Still waiting on the prints.
- Car was registered to...
Anchor Imports. 81 El Dorado, black.
- Lf you got this, what do you want with us?
- The man in the car was Lionel Hudd.
How does he know that?
What the hells going on here, Captain?
Hudd was DEA, undercover.
He was working a case
on syndicate distribution of narcotics...
...but every dealer we tagged
kept getting killed.
We finally got a lead on a girl.
Hudd was a friend of mine, and Im gonna
nail the son of a bitch who killed him.
Look...
...were gonna do
everything we can to help you.
- A cops a cop, right?
- Thats right.
Shit!
- Fucking dumb fuck. What a dumb fuck!
- All right, just calm down.
Why didnt you fucking frisk him?
- Calm down for a second.
- You didnt think to fuckin search him?
Just calm down! You hear me?
- You killed a fucking cop!
- Calm the fuck down!
Calm the fuck down!
Goddamn son of a bitch!
Get your fucking hands off me, fucker.
You just calm the fuck down!
You understand me?
You fucking understand me?
I want you to shut up
and fucking listen to me for a second.
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