street being gay.
What do you think about that?
How can you tell?
-Or can you tell?
-Good question.
See, thats the thing. I dont think you can.
I think in some situations you can tell...
and there are situations
where people want you to know.
What makes you think you can tell?
If somebody wants you to know.
If someone has...
dyed pink hair.
Wait, what do you think about that?
I know it is,
but wh
back.
My department will crumble...
crime will run rampant...
the city will fall into ruin...
hordes will control the streets,
and life as we know it will end.
I dont want Willis.
I want Beck.
Senators coming to announce
hes running for president.
Hes gotten some threats.
You dont want some ass
blowing him away.
Ed, Willis is a better man now.
Hes been with Beck
for over a year.
Give him another
BACKSTAGE - LATER
Fred dials a pay phone.
CUT TO:
INT. The MADISON HOUSE - NIGHT
We move through the empty living room - empty bedroom, etc.
The ringing telephone goes unanswered.
CUT TO:
INT. LUNA LOUNGE - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT
CLOSE UP 0N FPEDS FACE as he listens to the ringing.
Sweat is still rolling off his face. His eyes are blank.
CUT TO:
EXT. THE MADISON HOUSE - NIGHT
Freds car pulls up in the
back...
...so you can see firsthand the type
of dog food that youre peddling.
That wont be necessary, sir.
So how about we just start
with your last name?
Thomas.
And dont even get me started
on the pork.
- Have you tried the pork?
- Well, no, sir.
Im not much of a meat eater myself,
but I hear really great things...
...about the pork.
- Oh, so you dont eat pork at all?
- No, sir.
Are you Jewish?
back a decade and take out G-Bone--
his street name-- before he killed a man for $10.
The time machine doesnt go back that far.
It goes back one week...
to the day Detective Keough chose to use deadly force.
What would you change about that day only?
Nothing, sir. It was textbook.
The bullets were in the bad guys, not us.
We expect department personnel to use deadly force--
Only as a las
street with
a cloud at your feet, youre in love*
*When you walk in a dream but you
know youre not dreamin, signore*
*scusa me, but you see, back
in old Napoli, thats amore*
*Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-lingting-a-ling-a-ling
And youll sing "Vita bella"*
*Hearts will play tippi-tippi-tay,
tippi-tippi-tay, like a gay tarantella*
*When the stars make you drool just
like pasta fazool, thats amore*
back
for recreation.
And so my mom said
we couldnt go downstairs...
and I said, you know,
"Why not? Whats the problem?"
You know?
She said, "Oh, well...
"you know, young ladies
dont hang out on the streets...
"at : in the morning."
So, I was like, "Fuck that,"
you know? "Im going outside."
And so I went to go outside,
and she grabbed me.
And I said, "I want
to get the fuck out of here."
And she w
back, get down
Round and round and round
We got the beat
Linda, theres that guy
from the stereo store.
- Dont you think
he looks like Richard Gere?
- See his cute little butt?
- You guys, lets talk about
that fox that just walked in.
- We already were.
Im gonna go over there
and change the shakers.
- Cool out. Thats Stacys section.
- Hes too old.
Shes not even
in high school yet.
Smokings upstair
back away from the sisters lifeless body, spins around
and careens out of the bedroom.
At top speed the POV races through the darkened house, to the front
door, out the door, down the steps and rapidly up the street. The
CAMERA careens along in frenzied flight, up the sidewalk, up a small
side alley, down someones back yard, then to a sudden, abrupt halt in
front of MOTHER and FATHER just coming
back there.
So could I. Aint it lucky you were handy?
- You should take me along as a regular.
- Pace would kill you, sonny.
Whats so important my daddy
has to drag me back on my day off?
- He wants to ask your advice.
- Ask me?
He hasnt asked me
about anything in years.
I just work out there
from the shoulders down myself.
Can you make it all day,
after last night?
I aint years old like him.
I d