Bad Lieutenant (1992) - full transcript
A police Lieutenant goes about his daily tasks of investigating homicides, but is more interested in pursuing his vices. He has accumulated a massive debt betting on baseball, and he keeps doubling to try to recover. His bookies are beginning to get agitated. The Lieutenant does copious amounts of drugs, cavorts with prostitutes, and uses his status to take advantage of teenage girls. While investigating a nun's rape, he begins to reflect on his lifestyle.
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Hey, folks,
I know the Mets are down 3-zip
in the best of seven.
I know no World Series team
has ever come back from 3-0 down
to win four straight.
I know they haven't played well.
I know the pitching's been bad.
I know "No clutch hitting"
and no 86-69 seem a long,
long time ago.
And there's no Ruth,
there's no Gehrig.
Goodness gracious,
there's no Donn Clendennon.
But...
you are not out of it
until you lose four games
in the best of seven.
That is all there is to it.
Back to the phones we go.
Bruce is in Bayside.
Bruce, how are you?
How you doing, Chris?
Good to have you aboard.
What's up?
Listen, I'm writing off this season.
The Mets are out of it.
They're down 3-nothing.
They might as well pack their bags.
Write it off?
My concern is next year.
What do you mean, write it off?
Look at great teams of the past...
the A's in '88,
the Phillies back in the '50s,
The Indians in '54
won over a hundred games.
The following years,
these teams were no good.
All right...
The Mets, they'll be
out of it this year.
Question!
They need to worry about next year.
Did the Indians in '54, say,
after they lost
the third game to the Giants,
"Let's not show up for game 4?
We've lost.
Let's rebuild for next year"?
They might as well have.
Hey, the A's won in '89,
and it's not easy
to win every single year.
This is a team that has proven
they cannot win in the clutch.
It's so obvious.
Every year they...
They won in '86, didn't they?
They won in '86
because a guy couldn't field
the ground ball.
If I was on first base...
How about the playoffs
and the World Series?
The Mets would've lost
the World Series...
- I wasn't even...
- That is incorrect
because the game was tied...
Let's go!
Let's go!
Whoa!
How many times you be late for school?
Your sister gets to school on time.
Huh?
What's the problem with you guys?
You want to be driven around
like you're the president,
like I'm your goddamn chauffeur.
Dad, it wasn't our fault.
Whose fault was it?
Mine?
No.
Aunt Wendy told us
to take out the garbage,
and she hogged the bathroom.
All morning.
We couldn't get in there
to brush our teeth or do anything.
We had to wait till she got out.
By the time we got out,
the bus was gone.
So how are we supposed to be on time?
This is the only way
we're gonna get there.
Listen to me.
I'm the boss, not Aunt Wendy.
When it's your turn
to use the bathroom,
you tell Aunt Wendy
to get the fuck out of the bathroom.
What are you, men or mice?
She's hogging the bathroom.
Call me.
I'll throw her the fuck out.
... every facet of the game.
They're being outpitched,
they're being outslugged,
and they're being outfielded.
They're also being outefforted,
if there's such a word.
They're going to lose 4-nothing.
No, they're not.
They're gonna win.
Strawberry's fucking killing them.
- They're going to lose!
- Gonna win!
Knock it off.
David Cone will be
the starter at game 4,
and that has a lot of fans, myself...
Strawberry's killing them.
Not only will Cone
be setting the pace...
Go Coney! Yeah!
All right!
Knock it off, will you?
Come on.
Give me a goddamn headache.
I know all five of those runs
were not earned.
I still don't think...
Bye, Dad.
Bye, Dad.
Bye, Dad.
See ya.
Next two games
in this series are at Shea.
If they can win them
and at least put some doubt
in the minds of the Dodgers,
that's what the Mets need.
They need to prove
that the Dodgers were not right,
and also restore the confidence
in the Mets are a dangerous team
when they start believing
in themselves.
Jeff Torborg called a closed-door...
Get some shots.
I want some shots over here
from this window here.
Mikey, come here.
I think we got some prints over here
on the inside of this door.
Right on the inside there.
Try and get them.
How you doing?
I got, uh, two young girls,
shot in the head twice each.
It's kind of messy.
Over here, Mikey.
Get some pictures from the other side.
I don't know if they're still wearing
the rounds in their head or what.
Hey, Mikey,
get this back door over there.
There's something on the inside.
Around... In that door.
Thank you.
Anybody see anybody?
Yeah. Hey, Dookie.
We got this one Chinese guy
over here
who saw a couple guys running over
these park benches
towards Park Avenue.
We got a pretty good description
on the two guys.
Uniformed guy put it on the air.
We'll see what happens.
Michael, on the inside of that door.
And let me have some shots
on the eye-level.
Mets my ass.
Dodgers are smoking, huh?
Yeah, smoking.
But what about tomorrow?
What are you thinking?
You like the Mets?
What do you think
of that shit back there?
Terrible.
You guys got money coming.
What will you do?
Dodgers all the way.
I'd save your money.
With Cone pitching?
That Conehead motherfucker
got whopped for his game.
I wouldn't bury the Mets.
Even money with Cone pitching?
That's right.
You don't think they're going
to beat him twice, do you?
You're right.
Not only that, they're due, man.
Put my 3 on the Mets.
Even money.
Listen, uh... take the 5.
Put it on the Mets.
You say that like it's
a fucking death sentence.
It's a smart bet.
I think it is
a fucking death sentence.
Strawberry burns.
Nah, man.
He can't win four in a row.
- No?
- Three. That's it, max.
- Max.
- What about Strawberry?
Yeah. Give me a cup of coffee.
Don't... Don't put on the cover.
Hello.
Mike, how are you?
What's up, guy?
Here's what we're going to do.
We took in 10,000 in action.
We got 6 on the Mets,
4 on the Dodgers.
Plus I want another 15,000
of my own on L.A.
15? But that's what you're up.
Why don't you just go ahead?
Hey, don't give me that bullshit.
The Dodgers are a lock.
Are you sure?
Just put in the bet.
I'm going to make some money.
You got it, guy.
Give me something to cook.
What's up, man?
Here we go.
Thanks.
Ooh!
It's good shit.
You can cut it in half.
Shit's going to kill you, man.
What the fuck are you,
a drug counselor or a drug dealer?
You never do your own product.
What kind of fucking businessman are you?
Get back. Police activity.
Give me something back for the road.
I'll see you in a couple days,
and I'll have the money.
Forever, my darling
My love will be true
Always and forever
I'll love just you
Just promise me, darling
Your love in return
Make this fire in my soul, dear
Forever burn
My heart's at your command, dear
To keep, love, and to hold
Making you happy is my desire, dear
Keeping you is my goal
I'll forever love you
The rest of my days
I'll never part from you
And your loving ways
My heart's at your command, dear
To keep, love, and to hold
Making you happy is my desire, dear
Keeping you is my goal
I'll forever love you
The rest of my days
I'll never part from you
And your loving ways
He's the thief!
Relax.
Which one of you guys got the money?
We ain't got no money.
Empty your pockets out,
the two of you.
What is this, man?
Empty your pockets.
If we wasn't black,
you wouldn't be doing this shit.
It's him. It's him.
Shut the hell up, man.
- What's going on?
- Arrest him.
Uh, Lieutenant, sir,
the owner says they stole cash
from the register.
- The owner's full of...
- Shut the fuck up!
He was chasing them down the block
when I caught up with them.
Get me a Bud, a High Boy.
Make sure it's fucking cold.
I'll straighten this out.
- This is bullshit, man.
- That's him.
It's him. Arrest him.
How much did they take?
How much did they take?
$500.
You're out of your mind, man.
Shut your...
What the fuck?
Take this guy down to the precinct
and make out a report.
You'll have to come with me, sir.
- No.
- Relax. Just relax.
I don't want to go.
- It's gonna be okay. Just relax.
- No.
Give me the fucking money now.
Get the fuck out of here.
Your daddy will be right back.
The door sticks. Just a second.
Wow, you're just on time.
Got some very, very fine
brown shit for you.
Yeah?
Same you loved
last time you were here.
No, nobody there.
Nobody.
Here.
Oh, where's your pipe?
You ready?
Here.
This one is yours.
Let's see.
Where did I put the lighter?
Here's the lighter.
You got a lighter.
I'll light my cigarette.
It's lit. Oh, my God.
I'll get you a little bit more here.
Give me a little more.
There you go.
It's a big pile.
No!
No! No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No! No!
No!
No! No! No!
No!
We'll do more than that
We'll get rid of the cat
All in favor say "aye"
Aye!
We did it before
And we can do it again
And we will do it again
We've got a heck of a job to do
And you can bet
that we'll see it through
We did it before
And we can do it again
And we will do it again
We're one for all,
and we're all for one
They'll get a lickin'
before we're done
Millions of voices are ringing
Singing as we march along
We did it before
And we can do it again
And we will do it again
We'll knock them over
And then we'll get the cat...
We did it before
We'll do it again
We did it before
And we can do it again
Please leave your message
after the beep.
The gangsterism has got to go
We did it before, and we...
Hi. It's David.
Talk to you later.
Hello?
We'll put the ax
To the axis good
I already received it.
Millions of voices are ringing
Singing as we march along
Hello? Hello?
- We did it before
- Hello?
And we can do it again
So with Brett Butler on third
and Cal Daniels on first,
Strawberry stands in
against David Cone.
Cone leaning in for the sign.
He goes to the stretch.
The pitch on the way,
and it's a long high blast
to right center field.
Over the fence and off the scoreboard
at Shea Stadium.
Darryl Strawberry trucks it out
around the bases.
He hits one of those moonshots
that have trademarked his career.
Quite a clout,
but maybe too little too late.
A Mets 11-nothing lead is now 11-3.
A three-run homer for Strawberry.
His third home run of the series,
and RBIs 10, 11, and 12.
It's 11-3, Mets.
No matter how far
Strawberry hits a ball,
he cannot drive in enough runs
to get the Dodgers
back in this game.
Strawberry with the moonshot
getting congratulations
in the Dodger dugout.
That brings Eric Davis to the plate,
and right now all the Dodgers
want to try and do
is close the Mets out,
gain some momentum back
going into game 5.
If they can make
a little noise here,
get some offense going...
Give her a piece of cake.
Mom, you okay?
Have a little bit of cake.
Hey, Strawberry,
want a cup of coffee?
Cone into the windup.
Here's the first pitch.
Have a cup of coffee with us.
Davis again stepping out.
Looks for the sign.
Steps back in.
You know, let's face it, folks.
I know they got a ways to go yet.
I know they have a ways to go.
But the Dodgers blew a match point.
Man believed shot. 153...
I'll tell you something right now.
The first one to get
is always hardest to get
when you're down by a large...
Confirmed, man shot.
153 Jane Street.
Hey, Veronica, baby,
what's going on?
There's a key somewhere
in the back seat.
Hey.
What we got here
is a black man with his throat cut.
- Somebody look at him?
- Yeah, probably.
- Anybody check the car?
- Not yet.
- I'll check the car.
- All right. Good.
Hey, Sergeant.
How are you doing?
What do we got?
I've got a black male
with his throat slit.
Looks like he's going to...
Any weapons?
Lieutenant's checking the seat now.
How about any witnesses?
First three uniform guys on the scene
got wind of a possible drug deal.
Let me see what the Lieutenant
wants us to do.
What's that?
That's, uh, coke.
Put it in evidence.
Hey, I want you two guys
to go contact your junkie friends
on 25th Street
till we get up.
You two guys go over
to them two pawnshops,
see what else we can get.
What's going on?
They raped a nun in Spanish Harlem.
Imagine having that happen to you.
I would've killed these motherfuckers.
They took the fucking chalice.
The host was still in there.
What they want with the host?
What do you think,
they were gonna eat the host?
They wanted to pawn
the fucking chalice off.
Put up a $50,000 reward.
Leave it to the Catholic Church.
Girls get raped every day.
Now they're gonna put up 50 Gs
because these chicks
wear penguin suits.
What is your fucking problem?
The Church is a racket.
So what?
Are you a Catholic?
I'm a Catholic.
Why don't you have a little bit
of fucking respect?
Hey, fuck that noise.
How about them Mets, huh?
Bet you won a shitload.
More than you did.
I want to get paid.
What about tomorrow?
What do you guys want to do?
Want to make a bundle?
Leave it all on the Mets.
What, you think they're going
to beat Martinez?
The series has got to last seven games.
You know how much money is riding
on commercial time alone?
A New York / L.A. team?
When's the last time
the Series in New York
did not last seven games?
You know the revenue alone
in TV commercials?
Endorsements for the players?
The income it's bringing
into the city for transportation?
There are no fucking jobs
in New York, are there?
There's no way the Series can end tomorrow.
Too many people want to milk it
for what it's worth.
Did I steer you wrong yesterday?
Huh?
Want to make a smart move?
Leave it on the Mets.
What do you want to do?
I'm in.
Are you a doubter?
I'll tell you what, then.
Don't listen to the way
I steered you yesterday.
All right?
So you owe me money.
What do you want to do?
Dr. Sherman, 247.
Dr. Sherman, 247.
Can I help you with something?
I'm in charge of the investigation.
Just checking security.
Security?
Wouldn't want the guys coming back,
would you?
For the nun...
or for you.
Here are the soiled undergarments
and the nun's habit.
They're to be taken by you for evidence.
Uh, now, black pubic hair
other than the patient
was found during comb inspection.
Here are the samples of that.
There was trauma to the vaginal mucosa
with multiple lacerations
that appear to be made
with a sharp object...
in which the hymen membrane was broken.
It was stated that this object
was a crucifix.
Trauma consistent
with multiple penetration.
3-centimeter laceration...
Let the Mets be uplifted.
Let the Mets have
a nice dinner at home.
Let the Mets look
at the post-game highlights
and see base hits
all over the place.
One bullet has been dodged!
Just a couple more to go,
and I'll tell you something right now...
the longer this Series goes,
the longer this Series goes,
the Dodgers will get awfully tight,
and if it somehow gets to game 7...
You girls know you're driving
with a taillight out?
Oh, really?
Yeah.
No, we didn't know.
But thank you for telling us.
Let me see your license and registration.
Huh?
Hey.
Where's your license?
Actually, I don't have
my license with me.
You don't?
No.
Do you have a driver's license?
No.
You don't have it with you?
Whose car is this?
Listen, this is our father's car.
We don't... We don't have...
We don't have a license.
Yeah?
Does he know you got it?
Yeah.
He does?
Does he know you got the car?
Well, not exactly.
- You being bad girls, huh?
- But it is our dad's...
You being bad girls?
Huh?
Where are you coming from?
New Jersey.
Yeah?
Got any drugs in the car?
No.
No.
No drugs?
No.
Where were you tonight?
We were...
at the Kat Club.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah. We went into the Kat Club.
Big deal.
I should take you in
for driving without
a license and registration.
You know that, don't you?
That's a serious thing.
Huh?
Have to call your father up.
- Uh...
- How do you feel about that?
Don't... Don't do that.
Yeah?
What were you girls doing
at the what, the Kit Kat Club?
Get a little stoned there?
Huh? Come on.
I'm not going to...
I'll do the right thing
if you do the right thing.
I know what it's like
to get stoned a little bit,
get high a little bit.
You're getting stoned there?
Huh?
Have any grass there?
Coke?
We smoked a little grass.
Yeah?
How would your father feel
if he knew you were here now?
You won't tell him.
Well, that depends.
What do you think about that?
Come on.
A couple of very beautiful girls,
you know that?
Come on.
Give us a break.
C-Couldn't...
couldn't you just give us a warning
for not having...
for the taillight
and let us go home?
Well, you know something?
Two such beautiful girls like you,
I could give you a warning.
You want a warning?
Well, here's the warning.
You do something for me,
and I'll do something for you.
What do you say about that?
You do something for me,
and your father won't find out
you took his car
and you're driving without a license.
Huh?
You got a boyfriend?
You got a boyfriend?
No.
You don't?
I'll tell you something right now.
Now listen up to me, okay?
I'm going to take you down
to the precinct house
and call your father.
You hear me?
You hear me?
You can't do that.
What will you do for me
if I don't do that?
Whatever you say.
Yeah?
You can't call our father.
You ever suck a guy's cock?
Huh? Did you?
Look at me. You...
You ever suck a guy's cock?
Hey.
I'm talking to you.
You ever suck a guy's cock?
You serious?
Did you?
Did you?
Well, yeah. So?
Don't talk back.
Don't talk to me that way.
You hear me?
Don't you talk to me that way.
I'm going to haul your ass right in.
I'm sorry.
Just let us go.
We'll get it fixed in the morning.
I'll let you go.
Turn around.
I want to see your ass.
Do you mind that?
Just one look at your ass, okay?
What do you say?
Huh?
You, come here.
Look at me. Look at me.
You ever suck a man's cock?
Huh?
You ever suck a guy...
Look... Look at me.
You ever suck a guy's cock?
Let me see how you do it.
Let me see how you do it.
Show me your mouth
when you suck a guy's cock.
Come on.
Show me your mouth.
Show me your mouth.
What's the big fucking deal?
You've sucked guys' cocks before,
haven't you?
Come on.
Show me how you suck a guy's cock.
You hear me?
Show me how you suck a g...
Just turn around.
Show me how you suck a guy's cock.
I'm fucking serious.
Show me how you suck a guy's cock.
It's the last time
I'm going to ask you,
or I'm taking you in,
you hear me?
Show me how you suck a guy's cock.
Show me with your mouth.
Show me with your mouth.
Come on.
Spit that gum out.
Give me the gum.
Give me the fucking gum.
Show me how you suck a guy's cock.
Come on. Show me.
Show me.
Show me.
Open your mouth.
Open your mouth and show me.
Show me.
Open your mouth.
Open your mouth.
That's it.
Show me, like that.
Like that.
Come on, you little fuck.
Come on, you little fuck.
Show me.
That's it.
You close your eyes
and take that fucking dick
in your mouth.
Come on. That's it.
You suck it.
You suck it up.
You suck it the fuck up.
You suck it up.
You like sucking cock?
Come on, baby, show me your mouth.
Show me that fucking mouth.
Show it to me.
Yeah, that's it.
That's it.
That's it.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
You like sucking dick?
You like sucking dick, little fuck?
Huh?
You like sucking a fucking dick?
Come on.
Open your mouth.
Open your mouth and take that
fucking dick in your mouth.
In your mouth,
you little fuck cocksucker.
You little fuck cocksucker,
take it in your fucking mouth.
Come on.
Open up and take that fucking scum.
Okay.
Mmm.
It's okay. He stopped.
Let's go.
Go gently with her.
Sister, I can't imagine
how you feel right now,
but it's very important that we learn
as much about
what happened as possible
so we can get this information
out over the police radio.
What can you tell me
about what happened?
Can you tell me
how many of them there were?
Can you tell me
what color they were?
Were they black?
Were they white?
Were they Hispanic?
Can you tell me how old they were?
Was one older than the other?
There were two of them.
Two young men.
What can you tell me
about the older of the two?
Were there any
distinguishing marks or tattoos?
An earring?
Did he have a beard or a mustache?
Can you tell me
how they were dressed?
Sister, I know this is difficult,
but I can't emphasize
how important it is.
The sooner we can get this information
out over the...
Here it is...
ball 2 from Franco,
and John Franco is struggling.
He walked Carlos Hernandez.
He got behind on Slope,
who hit a single.
He got behind on Butler,
who lined out.
It's now and 2 and 0.
Daniels in a game situation here.
Come on, Daniels.
If he can work his way aboard...
And the lowest balls once again,
it's Darryl Strawberry
as he has a chance to play hero
once again for the Dodgers.
But it's up to Daniels at this point.
- From the stretch...
- Come on, Daniels.
Ball 3!
Good eyes, good eyes.
Take it, take your next one.
... a 3-0 count now.
Daniels with Strawberry on deck.
Strawberry already
with three hits tonight.
2 to nothing for the ninth inning,
and there's a strike.
3 and 1, the count is Daniels...
All right, all right.
Good move. Take the pitch.
- Eyes, eyes.
- ... 3 and 1.
Come on, Daniels. Eyes.
Use your fucking eyes.
Two on, one out.
Here's the 3-1 pitch.
Ground ball to short.
Could be 2.
Flipped to second for 1,
relay to first.
It's a double play!
You cocksucker!
You fuckin' miserable fuckin' cocksucker!
Piece of fucking shit!
You fucking nigger!
Fucking cocksucker!
Oh...
You fucking piece of shit!
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
- The body of Christ.
- Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Congratulations, asshole.
Now you owe him 30,000.
Now what are you going to do?
Go double or nothing on the next game.
Double or nothing?
What are you,
out of your mind or what?
No way I'm letting
that bastard take my money.
Take your money?
Really?
This guy's going to blow your house up
with you and everybody else in it.
There's no way L.A.'s
going to lose this game.
They're playing at home.
Strawberry's ready to break out.
Fuck Strawberry.
You're gonna wind up
owing this maniac 60,000.
It's my business.
Just place the bet.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Those boys...
those sad, raging boys.
They came to me as the needy do,
and like many of the needy,
they were rude.
Like all the needy, they took.
And like all the needy,
they needed.
Father, I knew them.
They learn in our school,
and they play in our schoolyard,
and they are good boys.
You knew them?
Who are they, Sister?
Who are the boys?
Wh-What are their names,
the names of these...
good boys you knew?
I could tell you their names now,
and I know you are bound
by a sacred vow
to keep my secret,
but I cannot tell you their names,
for I, too, am bound.
Jesus turned water to wine.
I ought to have turned bitter semen
into fertile sperm...
hatred to love...
and maybe to have saved their souls.
They did not love me,
but I ought to have loved them.
For Jesus loved those
who reviled him...
and never again shall I
encounter two boys
whose prayer was more poignant,
more legible, more anguished.
Sid Fernandez and Darryl Strawberry...
a battle of wits and talent here
in the bottom of the ninth
in Los Angeles.
Strawberry readies himself.
Fernandez checks for the sign.
The pitch on the way.
Swinging. Strike 1.
1 and 1 on Strawberry,
as Fernandez came in
with that fast ball,
and Darryl could not connect.
1 and 1 the count.
Two outs.
Bottom of the ninth.
For Los Angeles,
men on second and third.
The Dodgers find themselves down by 3
and in need of one
of those Darryl moonshots.
The 1-1 pitch from Fernandez.
Swinging. Foul ball,
off to the third base side.
1 and 2 the count to Strawberry now
as he once again walks around,
thinks about what he might see
on this next pitch from Sid Fernandez.
1 and 2 to Strawberry.
New York Mets
trying to do something
that no other team has ever done...
come back from a 3-nothing deficit
in a best of seven Series.
Strawberry is ready.
So is Fernandez.
Ease to the belt.
The 1-2 pitch to Strawberry.
On the way.
High and outside, it's now 2-2.
So the string runs a little bit longer.
The tension builds here
in Los Angeles
as Strawberry and Fernandez battle.
Dodgers trying to eliminate the Mets.
The Mets trying hard
to send this Series
to a seventh and final game.
Fernandez wants
to change baseballs now.
He gets another one back
from the home plate umpire.
It's now a 2-2 count
in a game situation.
Once again,
no team has ever come back
from a 3-nothing deficit
to come back and win a Series.
That's what the Mets
are trying to accomplish here.
Strawberry, with that big year
this year for the Dodgers,
trying to continue
his hot hitting in this playoff.
So it's lefty against lefty,
old teammate against old teammate.
Strawberry steps in.
Fernandez to the stretch.
The pitch.
He goes around...
did he go around?
The appeal at third... Yes!
Darryl Strawberry, on the check-swing,
goes too far.
He strikes out.
This game is over,
as Strawberry goes down looking,
and the Dodgers are looking
at a Mets team
that has tied the Series at 3.
Oh, what drama on a 3-2 pitch,
and a third base umpire said
yes, sir, he did go around,
and the expression
on Darryl Strawberry's face says it all.
We're tied at three games apiece,
and the Mets win 8 to 5.
This sets the scene for one heck
of a seventh game.
Pitching-wise, it's a match
made in a fan's dream.
Imagine... one game,
and it's Dwight Gooden
against Orel Hershiser.
Neither pitcher is
as powerful as he once was.
Some of that magic removed
by a surgeon's knife.
But they are still pressure pitchers
who know how to get it done,
possibly to a future Hall of Fame...
Hey.
Hey. Yo. Whoa.
Come here.
You know, it's good to see you.
The world is yours.
Hey, Tommy,
can I have some drink tickets?
It's not like the old days.
Hello, fellows.
Yeah, Papa.
Move it!
Yeah, get moving.
Help yourself out, okay?
If you're doing a hit,
do a monster.
Come on. Here. Do mine.
- Hey.
- Come on.
How many drinks did you have?
Good.
Hey, you got the money?
What money?
Stop fucking around.
Did you bring the money?
Got it with you?
I don't got it.
Not tonight.
You can't get blood from a stone.
Did you bring the money with you?
This ain't no fucking joke
anymore, seriously.
Just put $120,000
on tomorrow's game.
You're a fucking joke.
You know that?
Sweetheart.
You make me laugh.
Can I get a vodka on the rocks?
He's been waiting
since the game ended.
You got me waiting here
three hours
like a fucking moron.
What is it, a fucking big game
or something with you?
I'm going to win.
You just make sure the fucking bet's in.
I told you once before
that this guy will come
by your house
and blow your house up
with your wife and kids
and everybody in it.
Good. Good.
I'll give him an extra 10 grand
for his trouble.
I hate that fucking house.
You think maybe because you're a cop,
he won't kill you?
You're this close already to death.
I been dodging fuckin' bullets
since I was 14.
No one can kill me.
I'm blessed.
I'm a fucking Catholic.
How's the case going?
What case?
What case?
The case with the $50,000 reward,
remember?
Yeah. We're on it big time.
Lots of leads.
You could use that 50
to get out of this hole.
The Dodgers are going
to win the Series.
The Dodgers...
It's a fucking lock.
Get this, man.
I was at the game today,
face to fucking face
with Strawberry.
And... And...
And I knew that he
struck out on purpose...
and that he's saving it up
for the big one tomorrow.
Today, for the first time,
I understood that...
You're sick in the fucking head.
that it never could
have gone any other way.
Never could have gone
any other way.
You just put in my fucking bet...
$120,000 on the last game...
the big one.
Come on.
You a bookmaker fuck or what?
I'll tell you the truth,
be honest with you.
I'm fed up with this.
Here. I'm going to give you
this guy's number.
You call him yourself.
You tell him
what the fuck you want.
Put your own bets in from now on.
Judas.
Hey, you leaving the sinking ship?
Here. Take that.
I'll give you a sinking ship.
It ain't no joke.
Tell me something.
You could pay 60.
You lose, you'll be in for 120
to a fuckin' dago
who'll kill you for nothing.
Yeah. Keep laughing.
He didn't even have the 60.
It's now 1:00.
Better be careful getting home.
Turn on the stud machine.
Ooh, fucking yeah!
You spell it T-O-O.
I'm sorry.
T-double-O, T-double-O.
That's absolutely right.
Hey, what's up, man?
Come on in.
How you feeling, man?
Come on in. Come on in.
Come on. Come on.
Eat something.
It's dinnertime.
Come on.
Go help your sister
with her homework.
Come on. Hurry it up.
Excuse me.
Make yourself at home.
Make yourself at home.
Sit down.
I know, I know.
Momentito, Mama.
14 across is a three-letter word.
$30. "Passing fancy."
Fad.
Would you please spell it?
- F-A-D.
- Are you sure?
I think so.
All right. Continue.
Uh, number 17 across.
17 across is a four-letter word,
which means $40.
This is a fluffy mass,
as in smoke.
A fluffy mass...
as in smoke.
The clock's running.
Remember, you can use
your scratch sheet,
and you can confer
with one another
because your opponents
can't see what you're doing.
Time has passed.
Fluffy mass.
I'm sorry.
We move to the other team.
You, too, can use
your scratch sheet
because your opponents
can't see what you're doing.
Dodgers are going to win tomorrow.
Yes, I know.
A five-letter word.
$50.
The last movement of a sonata.
Rondo.
Would you spell it?
R-O-N-D-O.
That's absolutely right.
Please go ahead.
Uh, 17 across.
17 across.
A four-letter word.
$40. Fluffy mass.
There's 30 G in there,
so be careful.
- Flow?
- Spell that.
Toma.
7 across.
All right. Let's 7 down.
7 down. Uh, give me
the definition in three words
of a river in Central China.
- I know...
- Hawaii?
- What is it?
- 15 seconds...
You have 10 seconds left.
Han. Is it H-A-N?
That's it.
You're right, John.
Gracias.
Are you going to be all right, man?
Yo?
Yeah.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I got it. I got it. I...
I tell you, man,
you better take it easy.
You take care, man.
Large?
I want my money.
It's still my money.
If you want Chess to have
any part of it, shithead,
you will take my bet...
for $120,000
on tomorrow's game.
What about the money you owe me
from yesterday's game?
Fuck yesterday's game!
The Series is seven games,
not... not six!
Put in my bet!
I'll think about it.
There's nothing to think about.
Either you put in my bet,
or you get nothing.
Really?
Yeah.
Really, I'm no fucking asshole.
I'm a fucking cop!
All right.
You meet me tomorrow
in front of the Garden,
33rd and 8th.
You bring your cash,
I'll bring mine.
There we are.
Oh, it's a beautiful vein.
All right.
Vampires are lucky.
They can feed on others.
We got to eat away at ourselves.
We got to eat our legs
to get the energy to walk.
We got to come so we can go.
We got to suck ourselves off.
We got to eat away at ourselves
till there's nothing left but appetite.
We give and give and...
get crazy.
How does it get to make sense?
Ain't worth it.
Jesus said 70 times 7.
Hmm.
No one will ever understand why...
why you did it.
They'll just forget
about you tomorrow,
but you got to do it.
Hershiser leans in for the sign.
Ease to the belt.
His pitch to Bonilla.
Ball, outside.
Orel Hershiser does not have
his good stuff.
He has struggled
the entire four innings.
Dwight Gooden leads off third.
Vince Coleman on first,
dancing back and forth,
trying to distract Hershiser,
who's having enough trouble
concentrating on his pitches
at this point.
Ease to the stretch.
Here's the 1-0 pitch to Bonilla,
and Bonilla rips it down
the third base line.
It's rolling toward the corner.
Gooden scores easily.
Now the ball's bouncing
around in the corner,
and Coleman is tearing around third.
He'll score.
Bonilla around second, holds up,
goes back into second with a double.
The Mets lead 5 to nothing.
5 to nothing,
and you got to wonder
if the Dodgers can ever recover
from this deficit.
That should be it for Hershiser.
In fact, Tommy Lasorda's
coming out of the dugout right now.
Before he even reaches the mound,
he is motioned to the bull pen.
And in in relief,
comes Ramon Martinez.
Lasorda using every arm
he has available
to try and win this Series.
Meanwhile, the game competitor...
Listen to me, Sister.
Listen to me good.
The other cops will just put
these guys through the system.
They're juveniles.
They'll walk.
Get it?
But I'll beat the system
and do justice.
Real justice...
for you.
I have already forgiven them.
Come on, lady.
These guys put out
cigarette butts on your...
Get with the program.
How could you...
How could you forgive these motherf...
these... these guys?
Excuse me.
How could you?
Deep down inside,
don't you want them to pay
for what they did to you?
Don't you want this crime avenged?
I've forgiven them.
But...
do you have the right?
You're not the only woman
in the world.
You're not even the only nun.
Your forgiveness will leave
blood in its wake.
What if these guys
do this to other nuns?
Other virgins?
Old women who'll die from the shock?
Do you have the right
to let these boys go free?
Can you bear the burden, Sister?
Talk to Jesus.
Pray.
You do believe in God, don't you?
Ohh...
That Jesus Christ died for your sins?
What?
You got something
that you want to say to me?
You fuck.
You ratfucker.
You ratfuck!
Here's your...
What?
Say something. I know.
You're just standing there.
What am I going to do?
Ohh...
You gotta say something!
Something!
You fuck!
You fucking stand there,
and you want me to do
every fucking thing?
Where were you?
Where the fuck were you?
Where were you?
Where the hell were you?
I...
I...
I'm sorry.
Oh, I'm so sorry!
I'm sorry!
I did so many bad things!
I'm sorry!
Oh!
Ohh!
I tried to do...
I tried to do...
the right thing, but I'm weak.
I'm too fucking weak!
I need you to help me.
Help me!
I need you to help me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me, please.
Forgive me, Father.
Quite a match-up here.
Ramon Martinez against Howard Johnson...
the power pitcher
and the fastball hitter.
Vince Coleman is leading off third base.
Bobby Bonilla off first.
Ho-Jo has not had much success
against Martinez.
I stole it from my husband's shop
so's I could return it
to where it ought to be.
It's a holy thing.
A holy thing.
Which way is it?
The boys right across
the street there.
Julio and Paulo.
It's a holy thing.
A holy thing.
Ho-Jo with his best,
his fastball, Ho-Jo set...
... and everybody else had high hopes
for the Dodger club.
There's a great deal of talent here,
but they just can't seem
to keep it together.
Freeze.
Put your hands in front of you.
Put your hands out in front of you.
Get out of here.
Way back it may go.
Gone.
A home run for Mike Scioscia...
You, get out.
Well, Scioscia seemed to wait
on the pitch,
drove it the other way.
Good piece of hitting
by the Dodger veteran.
And the remaining Dodger fans,
well, they finally have something
to cheer about.
The Dodgers must've been wondering
if they could do
anything right today.
Put them on.
Lock it.
What's your name?
Julio.
What's your name?
Paulo.
David Cone is on, in relief,
for the New York Mets.
Upside and high, ball 1.
Sid Fernandez and Pete Schuring
are both getting ready
in the bull pen.
Cone knows,
with this big lead,
he has to throw strikes.
Here's a pitch on the way,
breaking ball over called strike.
José appeared to be taking...
Put your hands up there
where I can see them.
And the pitch is thrown
outside and high.
Ball 2.
José seemed to be swinging away,
but wisely he laid off.
Now David behind
in the count 2 and 1.
Up by seven runs,
David just wants to throw strikes.
Nothing's been real easy
for either team in the Series.
Cone into the windup.
Bunted!
Give me a light.
And now the Mets need
just one more out.
You'll want a replay
to see that ball bounce
right on the plate,
making for the easy play.
A lot like Coleman's hit
in the fourth,
but Coleman's ball must've gone
30 feet in the air.
Now it's going to be Lenny Harris
representing the Dodgers' final hope.
Harris, at 225...
Hold it.
Want some good shit?
Yeah.
Pitch thrown to Len Harris.
Strike 1.
Harris, like many of these Dodgers,
came out on fire
when the Series opened,
but seems to have just disappeared.
Of course, Met pitching
has had a lot to do
with that disappearance.
In the clutch,
the Mets pitcher
just could not be denied.
Mets are now all standing
on the dugout steps
in anticipation.
Pitch thrown is ball 1.
Lenny Harris thought about it,
he laid off.
And the count's even
at 1 and 1.
At this point, well,
it looks like the Met fans...
Put your hand up there
where I can see it.
... here at Dodger Stadium.
You can see pockets of Met rooters
all around the stadium,
and they're already celebrating.
Foul ball coming back
and out of play.
Now David Cone...
Give me a light.
needs one more strike to complete
the most amazing comeback
in playoff history.
I'll never forget
the '86 championship
against the Astros,
but this one
has to be the best.
Everyone, but everyone,
had counted them as out,
and now they're
just one strike away
from winning it all.
You know, this whole thing
is really unbelievable.
Here we go.
1 and 2 the count.
Cone has his sign.
The windup and the pitch on the way.
Strike 3 called!
The Mets win it.
Harris doesn't like it,
but it's all over.
The Mets have won the championship,
and the Mets are the first team
ever to come back
from a 3-nothing deficit
to win a playoff
for a World Series.
The Mets are on the field.
Jeff Torborg in the middle,
a very happy man.
What a job he's done for the team.
Dwight Gooden gets the victory
with an aid and assist
from David Cone
in the eighth and ninth innings.
Well, you can't believe it.
The Mets are going on
to the World Series.
The Mets make history.
Not only have they won
the National League Championship Series...
You raped a holy thing.
You destroyed that young girl,
and she forgives you.
You hear that?
She forgives you.
You fucking heroes.
You like holding her down
and shoving your dick into her
while she couldn't do nothing about it?
Did you like that?
Watch this, motherfucker.
- No.
- Here. Watch this, you cocksucker!
Look at that.
You can't do a thing about that,
can you?
Can you? Look at me.
Can you? Can you, fuckface? Can you?
Go ahead. Move.
Move, you cocksucker.
Move. I'd like to blow
your fucking face apart.
Fucking scumbags.
You fucking scumbags.
And she forgives you.
How could she forgive that?
How can she forgive
you slimy little bastards?
How could she forgive
a thing like that?
All passengers westbound...
Los Angeles, San Diego...
now boarding.
Attention, passengers.
Last call for southbound
I-95 Scenic Cruiser.
All aboard.
If you think you're not getting
on this bus...
you're dead wrong, man.
There's no fucking way
that you're going to miss this bus.
You get on this fucking bus, man...
'cause your life ain't worth shit
in this town.
Forever, my darling
My love will be true
Always and forever
I'll love just you
Just promise me, darling
Your love in return
Make this fire in my soul, dear
Forever burn
My heart's at your command, dear
To keep, love, and to hold
Making you happy is my desire, dear
Keeping you is my goal
I'll forever love you
For the rest of my days
I'll never part from you
Hey, cop!
And your loving ways
My heart's at your command, dear
To keep, love, and to hold
Making you happy is my desire, dear
Keeping you is my goal
I'll forever love you
For the rest of my days
I'll never part from you
and your loving ways
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