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Rock whores.
You ain't seen nothin' like these rock whores. They ass be young man. They got that fine young pussy. Bitches want the rock they be a freak for you. They give you hips, lips, and fingertips.
Looky here, you want the bitches to really fly high, make your rocks with Cherry SevenUp.
Pussy love pink rocks.
You OK? That stupid dumbass didn't break your nose, did he?
Naw. It don't feel too good but it's alright.
You see what you get when you fuck wit me, white boy? You're gonna walk in my goddamn house, my house! Gonna come in here and tell me! Talkin' smack, in my house, in front of my employees. Shit! Your ass must be crazy. I don't think that white boy's got good sense. Hey, Marty. He must of thought it was white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it?
Naw, man, it ain't white boy day.
Shit, man, you done fucked up again. Next time you bogart your way into a nigger's crib, an' get all his face, make sure you do it on white boy day.
I'll keep lover boy here entertained. You know the first thing I'll do when she gets here. I think I'll make her suck my dick, and I'll come all in her face. I mean it ain't nuttin' new. She's done it before. But I want you as a audience. Marty, what the fuck are you doin'?
I'm tryin' to find my jacket.
Look in the hamper. Linda's been dumpin' everybody's stray clothes there lately.
Look, sunshine, we found a sandwich bag of uncut cocaine
Not a tiny little vial
But a fuckin' baggie.
No don't sit here and feed us some shit.
You got caught. It's all fun and fuckin' games till you get caught. But now we gotcha. OK, Mr. Elliot actor, you've just made the big time
You're no longer an extra
Or a bit player
Or a supporting actor
You're a fuckin' star! And you're gonna be playin' your little oneman show nightly for the next two fuckin' years for a captive audience
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 throatslitting niggers, you'll have so much experience to draw on
And just think, when you get out in a few years, you'll meet some girl, get married, and you'll be so understanding to your wife's needs, because you'll know what it's like to be a woman.
'Course you'll wanna fuck her in the ass. Pussy just won't feed right anymore
That is, of course, if you don't catch Aids from all your anal intrusions.
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
Krinkle, you're lookin' at the two future cops of the month. We have it, and if I say we, I don't mean me and him, I'm referring to the whole department. Haven't had a decent bust this whole month. Well, we mighta come in like a lamb, but we're goin' out like a lion
Nicholson and I.
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.
Which wasn't too hard, the guy was a real squid.
So we got this guy scared shitless and he starts talkin'. And, Krinkle, you ain't gonna fuckin' believe it.
Suspect's words
To front for him. So Elliot is workin' out the deal between them and his boss, a big movie producer named Lee Donowitz.
He produced "Coming Home in a Body Bag".
He's so spooked he'd turn over his momma, his daddy, his twopanny granny, and Anna and the King of Siam if he had anything on him.
This rabbit'll do anything not to do time, including wearing a wire.
Like gangbusters. Now, remember, if you don't want to go to jail, we gotta put your boss in jail.
We have to show in court that, without a doubt, a successful man, an important figure in the Hollywood community, is also dealing cocaine.
So you gotta get him to admit on tape that he's buying this coke.
You do more than try.
You do.
Hope you're a good actor, Elliot.
He knows.
How the fuck could he know?
He saw the wire.
How's he supposed to see the wire?
He knows something's up.
We gotta get him outta there.
Whatta we gonna do? He's in an elevator.
He's bluffin ya, Elliot. Can't you see that? You're an actor, remember, the show must go on.
This guy's gonna kill him.
Don't blow it, Elliot. He's bluffin'. He just told you so himself.
You're an actor, so act, motherfucker.
Both you, idiots shut up, I can't understand shit! Now, what's happened, what's going on, and what are you talking about?
Okeedokee. 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.
That Vietnam movie?
Uhhuh.
That was a good fuckin' movie.
Sure was.
Do you believe him?
I believe he believes him.
He'll wear a wire?
We talked him into it.
Dirty cops. We'll have to bring in internal affairs on this.
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.
I'm me... I mean, that's me.
Step inside.
Well, the part you're reading for is one of the bad guys. There's Brian and Marty. Peter Breck's already been cast as Brian. And you're reading for the part of Marty. Now in this scene you're both in a car and Bill Shatner's hanging on the hood. And what you're trying to do is get him off. Whenever you're ready.
Where'd you come from?
I don't know. He just appeared as magic.
Well, don't just sit there, shoot him.
That was very good.
Thank you.
If we decided on making him a New York type, could you do that?
Sure. No problem.
Could we try it now?
Absolutely.
Where'd he come from?
I don't know. He just appeared as magic.
Well, don't just sit there, shoot him.
It's about that pimp that was shot a couple of days ago, Drexl Spivey.
What about him?
Well, Ted, to tell you the truth, I found out through the grapevine that it might be, and I only said might be, the Drexl Spivey that was responsible for that restaurant breakin on Riverdale.
Are you still working security for Foster & Langley?
Yeah, and the restaurant's on my route. And you know, I stuck my nose in for the company to try to put a stop to some of these breakins. Now, while I have no proof, the name Drexl Spivey kept comin' up Who's case is it?
McTeague.
I don't know him. Is he a nice guy? You think he'll help me out?
I don't see why not. When you gonna come round and see my new place?
You and Robin moved?
Shit, are you behind. Me and Robin got a divorce six months ago. Got myself a new place mirrors all over the bedroom, ceiling fans above the bed. Guy'd have to look as ugly as King Kong not to get laid in this place. I'm serious, a guy'd have to look like a gorilla.
Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
I give up. Who are you?
I'm the AntiChrist. You get me in a vendetta kind of mood, you will tell the angels in heaven that you had never seen pure evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincenzo Coccotti. I work as a counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I assume you've heard od us before. Am I correct?
I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the howfullofshitIam question you've been asking yourself. Now, we're gonna have a little Q and A, and, at the risk of sounding redundant, please make your answers genuine. Want a Chesterfield?
No.
I have a son of my own. About you boy's age. I can imagine how painful this must be for you. But Clarence and that bitchwhore girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. And I implore you not to go down the road with 'em. You can always take comfort in the fact that you never had a choice.
Look, I'd help ya if I could, but I haven't seen Clarence
I've seen him.
Now I can't be sure of how much of what he told you. So in the chance you're in the dark about some of this, let me shed some light. That whore your boy hangs around with, her pimp is an associate of mine, and I don't just mean pimpin', in other affairs he works for me in a courier capacity. Well, apparently, that dirty little whore found out when we're gonna do some business, 'cause your son, the cowboy and his flame, came in the room blastin' and didn't stop till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.

Rock whores.

You ain't seen nothin' like these rock whores. They ass be young man. They got that fine young pussy. Bitches want the rock they be a freak for you. They give you hips, lips, and fingertips.

Looky here, you want the bitches to really fly high, make your rocks with Cherry SevenUp.

Pussy love pink rocks.

You OK? That stupid dumbass didn't break your nose, did he?

Naw. It don't feel too good but it's alright.

You see what you get when you fuck wit me, white boy? You're gonna walk in my goddamn house, my house! Gonna come in here and tell me! Talkin' smack, in my house, in front of my employees. Shit! Your ass must be crazy. I don't think that white boy's got good sense. Hey, Marty. He must of thought it was white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it?

Naw, man, it ain't white boy day.

Shit, man, you done fucked up again. Next time you bogart your way into a nigger's crib, an' get all his face, make sure you do it on white boy day.

I'll keep lover boy here entertained. You know the first thing I'll do when she gets here. I think I'll make her suck my dick, and I'll come all in her face. I mean it ain't nuttin' new. She's done it before. But I want you as a audience. Marty, what the fuck are you doin'?

I'm tryin' to find my jacket.

Look in the hamper. Linda's been dumpin' everybody's stray clothes there lately.

Look, sunshine, we found a sandwich bag of uncut cocaine

Not a tiny little vial

But a fuckin' baggie.

No don't sit here and feed us some shit.

You got caught. It's all fun and fuckin' games till you get caught. But now we gotcha. OK, Mr. Elliot actor, you've just made the big time

You're no longer an extra

Or a bit player

Or a supporting actor

You're a fuckin' star! And you're gonna be playin' your little oneman show nightly for the next two fuckin' years for a captive audience

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 throatslitting niggers, you'll have so much experience to draw on

And just think, when you get out in a few years, you'll meet some girl, get married, and you'll be so understanding to your wife's needs, because you'll know what it's like to be a woman.

'Course you'll wanna fuck her in the ass. Pussy just won't feed right anymore

That is, of course, if you don't catch Aids from all your anal intrusions.

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

Krinkle, you're lookin' at the two future cops of the month. We have it, and if I say we, I don't mean me and him, I'm referring to the whole department. Haven't had a decent bust this whole month. Well, we mighta come in like a lamb, but we're goin' out like a lion

Nicholson and I.

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.

Which wasn't too hard, the guy was a real squid.

So we got this guy scared shitless and he starts talkin'. And, Krinkle, you ain't gonna fuckin' believe it.

Suspect's words

To front for him. So Elliot is workin' out the deal between them and his boss, a big movie producer named Lee Donowitz.

He produced "Coming Home in a Body Bag".

He's so spooked he'd turn over his momma, his daddy, his twopanny granny, and Anna and the King of Siam if he had anything on him.

This rabbit'll do anything not to do time, including wearing a wire.

Like gangbusters. Now, remember, if you don't want to go to jail, we gotta put your boss in jail.

We have to show in court that, without a doubt, a successful man, an important figure in the Hollywood community, is also dealing cocaine.

So you gotta get him to admit on tape that he's buying this coke.

You do more than try.

You do.

Hope you're a good actor, Elliot.

He knows.

How the fuck could he know?

He saw the wire.

How's he supposed to see the wire?

He knows something's up.

We gotta get him outta there.

Whatta we gonna do? He's in an elevator.

He's bluffin ya, Elliot. Can't you see that? You're an actor, remember, the show must go on.

This guy's gonna kill him.

Don't blow it, Elliot. He's bluffin'. He just told you so himself.

You're an actor, so act, motherfucker.

Both you, idiots shut up, I can't understand shit! Now, what's happened, what's going on, and what are you talking about?

Okeedokee. 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.

That Vietnam movie?

Uhhuh.

That was a good fuckin' movie.

Sure was.

Do you believe him?

I believe he believes him.

He'll wear a wire?

We talked him into it.

Dirty cops. We'll have to bring in internal affairs on this.

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.

I'm me... I mean, that's me.

Step inside.

Well, the part you're reading for is one of the bad guys. There's Brian and Marty. Peter Breck's already been cast as Brian. And you're reading for the part of Marty. Now in this scene you're both in a car and Bill Shatner's hanging on the hood. And what you're trying to do is get him off. Whenever you're ready.

Where'd you come from?

I don't know. He just appeared as magic.

Well, don't just sit there, shoot him.

That was very good.

Thank you.

If we decided on making him a New York type, could you do that?

Sure. No problem.

Could we try it now?

Absolutely.

Where'd he come from?

I don't know. He just appeared as magic.

Well, don't just sit there, shoot him.

It's about that pimp that was shot a couple of days ago, Drexl Spivey.

What about him?

Well, Ted, to tell you the truth, I found out through the grapevine that it might be, and I only said might be, the Drexl Spivey that was responsible for that restaurant breakin on Riverdale.

Are you still working security for Foster & Langley?

Yeah, and the restaurant's on my route. And you know, I stuck my nose in for the company to try to put a stop to some of these breakins. Now, while I have no proof, the name Drexl Spivey kept comin' up Who's case is it?

McTeague.

I don't know him. Is he a nice guy? You think he'll help me out?

I don't see why not. When you gonna come round and see my new place?

You and Robin moved?

Shit, are you behind. Me and Robin got a divorce six months ago. Got myself a new place mirrors all over the bedroom, ceiling fans above the bed. Guy'd have to look as ugly as King Kong not to get laid in this place. I'm serious, a guy'd have to look like a gorilla.

Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?

I give up. Who are you?

I'm the AntiChrist. You get me in a vendetta kind of mood, you will tell the angels in heaven that you had never seen pure evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincenzo Coccotti. I work as a counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I assume you've heard od us before. Am I correct?

I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.

I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the howfullofshitIam question you've been asking yourself. Now, we're gonna have a little Q and A, and, at the risk of sounding redundant, please make your answers genuine. Want a Chesterfield?

No.

I have a son of my own. About you boy's age. I can imagine how painful this must be for you. But Clarence and that bitchwhore girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. And I implore you not to go down the road with 'em. You can always take comfort in the fact that you never had a choice.

Look, I'd help ya if I could, but I haven't seen Clarence

I've seen him.

Now I can't be sure of how much of what he told you. So in the chance you're in the dark about some of this, let me shed some light. That whore your boy hangs around with, her pimp is an associate of mine, and I don't just mean pimpin', in other affairs he works for me in a courier capacity. Well, apparently, that dirty little whore found out when we're gonna do some business, 'cause your son, the cowboy and his flame, came in the room blastin' and didn't stop till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.