:44:01
I always lose.
:44:03
This here's
a winner's circle, Wintergreen.
:44:05
Your beer's on the table, Harve.
:44:07
Only losers I deal in
are in the jail or in the morgue.
:44:11
They all don't belong there.
:44:17
Well, well, well.
:44:18
John Wintergreen.
:44:22
Al here, he's our griper.
:44:29
He complains about the brass.
:44:31
He complains about the system.
:44:34
And you know what?
:44:36
He'll probably end up being the first cop
we carry out in a box.
:44:39
Everybody doesn't hate you
for helping them.
:44:41
Nine cops gunned down in two years?
You call that casual statistics?
:44:45
A goddamned open season.
:44:48
The conspiracy's reaching out
national proportions.
:44:51
This country is undergoing
a precisely formulated conspiracy
:44:55
of police genocide.
:44:57
A carefully organized plan
of civilian brutality,
:45:00
and it's just around the corner.
:45:03
And the sooner we get
to dealing with it,
:45:06
the sooner I get
to save your precious ass
:45:08
from some nigger waiting
in the bushes ready to nail ya.
:45:11
You want to be
a detective, Wintergreen?
:45:14
What you need is a hook, my man.
:45:16
And right now, I am your hook.
:45:25
Let's eat, gentlemen.
:45:29
Come and around me stand
:45:42
All right, wait a second.
:45:44
Hi, Willie.
:45:47
Remember me?
:45:48
John Wintergreen.
Remember?
:45:51
This is Harve Poole.
:45:52
He's gonna help.
He's a detective.
:45:55
See there?
:45:57
Don't touch.
Don't touch the badge.