:34:02
-No!
-My client is prepared to post bail.
:34:09
Oh, no!
:34:18
What the fuck is wrong with you?
:34:20
- I'm out. I'm done.
- What are you, nuts?
:34:23
- Come on, John. This is whack.
- Fuck the job!
:34:26
- I'll get him my own goddamn way.
- Ah! Insane!
:34:43
- Hey, hey!
- All right, I'm cool.
:34:48
I quit.
:35:11
I remember when I took that job
thinking I could fight from inside,
:35:15
and you telling me
about all the problems.
:35:17
That color thing-- Too black for the
uniform, too blue for the brothers.
:35:21
About how justice gets tangled up in
red tape or bought off by the green.
:35:25
You were right.
Fuck that job. Fuck the badge.
:35:30
I'll get that silver-spoon
motherfucker my own way.
:35:33
- No lawyers, politics, no rules.
- No pension.
:35:37
- What?
- You're too hot, step off a bit.
:35:40
- Let me put my people on him.
- No. Hell no.
:35:42
- His ass is mine.
- Hey, what's the difference?
:35:45
Got is got.
:35:47
His ass... is mine.
:35:56
- We're in pretty good shape.
- What about the waitress?
:35:59
Paul, talk to him.
Thank you.