DENTON: So, all right then.
So we both pull over, right? TOSCHI: Yeah, yeah.
DENTON: Okay. And he walks up to my window, yeah,
and he says to me: “Hey, are you aware of how fast
you were just going?” And I said,
“No, not specifically, officer, hey? But, I’m guessing you had to be
doing 200 just to keep up, hey?” [BOTH LAUGHING] And he looked at me like I grew
a second fucking head. -Tried to drag me out of the car.
TOSCHI: Mm. DENTON: Turn to him, and I said,
“Officer, please, come on. MAIN TITLE You’re just doing your job here, I know… …but I’m not being reckless. You know,
I have mitigating circumstances.” Okay. He was listening to me, hey,
he believed it. And then I said,
“Your wife, she’s expecting me… …I don’t want to keep her waiting!” [BOTH LAUGHING] Going to call you Mona
from now on, Toschi. -Oh, a nickname, cool.
-You know why? -Go on.
-You remind me of my grandmother. Hey, she had the same hair on her chin. Fuck off. I think hers was
a little coarser though, hey? She probably
has more testosterone than you. She’s your grandmother,
I’m not surprised. Don’t you talk about my grandmother. I can’t talk about your grand–? -You just called her a hairy–
-That’s me, not you. [LAUGHING] TOSCHI:
Fuck you. -So you ready to go?
-Why not? DENTON:
Okay. Let’s do it. Come on, man. Hey, Brooks. [GRUNTS] Ow! BROOKS:
What the fuck are you doing? DENTON:
Get up, you snitching fuck. ONE DAY EARLIER -Just you?
-Yep. Heh. Why does that
not surprise me at all, huh? Thanks. I’ll be here at 9 a.m.
to pick you up, okay? -Just don’t be late.
-Yep. We’ve got something important
to take care of tomorrow. Then we’re going to see the boss. Go up, get some sleep, hey? Relax. Take it easy. Aye, captain. [CAR STARTING] Now get the fuck out of my car. All right. See you tomorrow. BISHOP:
How you doing? TOSCHI:
Looking a bit rough. Must be making progress then, huh? How’s it going with Denton? Why do you want to know? I want to know how it’s going. Well, he hasn’t shot me yet,
so I guess it’s going great. He doesn’t suspect me. You sure? Get on the floor! Where do you think you’re going?
Get on the ground! TOSCHI:
I’ve done a bunch of jobs. Clean-up work. You piece of shit. Get up. Keeping people quiet, mostly. Taking care of problems. DENTON:
Get on the floor. Get down here on the floor. Problems? [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] How often are you watching me? -We’re just here as support.
-If he sees that I have a t– Might be a problem. We’re professionals. -Just like you need to be.
-What the fuck does that mean? Look, I know what you’re going through.
I know it’s tough. Doubting yourself every day. What you need to do
is keep some perspective. Just remember what you’re here to do. Keep your head down, stick to the op,
get everything you can. Denton’s just the beginning. Keep him in the dark, keep close to him. And don’t forget what he is. And when it gets tough… …just think of the people you’ll be helping. DENTON:
Hey, Brooks. [BROOKS GRUNTS] BROOKS:
Ow, ow! What the fuck are you doing? DENTON:
Get up, you snitching fuck. Up! What the fuck do you want? DENTON:
What, you don’t know why I am here, huh? You’re not being very convincing,
my friend. Listen, I don’t know what the fuck
you want and what it’s got to do with me. DENTON:
So you didn’t go to the cops, eh? -Spin a whole lot of shit about your boss.
BROOKS: I don’t know what– DENTON:
My boss! About our employer. Hey? -Look. We can talk–
-That’s not you? That’s not you? Tell me you’re not guilty, huh? Give me a fucking story. -Give me a story!
BROOKS: Okay! Okay. Okay. DENTON:
Well, speak, man! [WOMAN SOBBING] BROOKS:
Denton, listen. I destroyed all the records, mate… …if they had started a case,
they had nothing against him. DENTON: Tax is the least of
your worries now, eh? BROOKS:
Look, I destroyed the evidence. They had nothing, I mean, nothing. DENTON:
You didn’t destroy all of it. One piece left. Shh. Hey, kid! Yeah? Anyone back there? [DENTON GRUNTING] Just relax, okay?
Everyone just take a second. Listen. We won’t tell anyone what happened here,
okay? You let me get out of here. We’ll leave the city,
we won’t talk to anyone… -…okay?
-Okay. Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. No deal. This rat piece of shit’s
not going anywhere. -Listen, we’re just having a conversation.
DENTON: Shoot the prick, eh? He’s not going to do anything.
Look at him. -Limp wrists! Can’t hold a gun!
-He talks a lot of shit, ignore him. You’ve got the gun,
just look at me, ignore him. DENTON: Fucking shoot me,
you kangaroo fucker! -You piece of shit!
-For fuck’s sake, shut up for a second. -Fuck you!
TOSCHI: Not helping. -Big fucking kangaroo fucker.
-Look at me. Focus on me. -He’s talking shit.
-Shoot me! Shut up for a second! For fuck’s sake,
would you just shut up… …and let me deal with the situation?
Shut the fuck up! About fucking time, hey? Good shot. [GUNFIRE] Yeah, he’s dead. [CHUCKLES] Good boy, huh? [WOMAN SOBBING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] No, no! Oh, God! [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] Just fun, hey? Business as usual. I know what you’re going through.
I know it’s tough. Doubting yourself every day. Listen, hey? There might be a potential problem here. BISHOP: What you need to do
is keep some perspective. Just remember what you’re here to do. [GUNFIRE] Keep your head down, stick to the op,
get everything you can. DENTON:
Toschi, let’s go, huh? BISHOP:
And when it gets tough… …just think of the people you’ll be helping.