8 Million Ways to Die

You don't know where it's going to come from any more.

Total strangers are killing each other.

Everybody's got a piece.

You know the murder rate used to be around a thousand a year,

three a day in the whole country, that was high.

Now it's about five a day.

Higher in the summer.

14 of them two Fridays ago.

We give the death penalty six, seven times a day.

Only it's not for murderers. It's for ordinary citizens.

Yeah, there are 8 million stories in the naked city.

Remember that old TV show? Yeah.

Do you know what we got in this town?

We got 8 million ways to die.

Alright, let's cut the crap and

do what we get paid for.

Griffin and I'll take the back door, the rest of you in the front.

I want you two guys at the corner just in case, alright? - Yeah. - Okay, let's hit it.

Watch for clothes lines. Just about had my head ripped off here last time.

Where's Sheldon?

There he is. Forgettin' the shotgun, that's my man.

He likes that thing.

You've been making all the vice on this guy Lopez?

- Si - With dope? - Si.

Where'd you get that?

Outside.

- Outside? - Si.

Buenos Dias, Hector.

Buenos Dias, Senora.

Hector, I am sorry but you are arrested for selling...

some very bad drugs.

- I do not want to go back to jail. - What can I do, I have the warrant.

- Can I finish my dinner? - Hector. - I do not want to go back to jail.

You know, we can go out at the back. Your neighbors won't see us.

Freeze!

Hector?

Ah, Dios mio.

Shit!

Fuck!

The bad news is that Matt was involved in a shooting.

The good news is he's up, the other guy is down.

Honey, he's fine.

He's a hell of a lot better than I am, believe me.

Did the suspect fire his weapon first?

No, he didn't.

- You did? - That's right.

Did the suspect return your fire?

No he didn't.

- Did the suspect have a gun? - Not that I know of, no.

You mean you fired on an unarmed man in his kitchen in front of his family?

I didn't say he was unarmed.

- Then he had a weapon? - Yeah.

What was it?

A Louisville Slugger.

A what?

A baseball bat, you son of a bitch!

Dumb shit!

Not necessarily, it could be anything.

He may be real calm.

He might try to jump you in the shower

and find out he's got nothing to do it with but linguini.

Get upset.

Some guys react real funny to situations like this, and I just...

You know...

I didn't want you to worry.

They ask you if you've been drinking?

Uh huh.

What did you tell them?

Not nearly as much as I'm gonna.

Tracy.

Tracy?

Tracy?

Wait! Wait.

Daddy!

To whom it may concern.

I am Detective Sergeant Matthew J. Scudder.

Badge number 19583613.

Request a leave of absence. For medical reasons.

I make the request not only for my sake but for the sake of the department and my family.

Did the suspect have a gun?

You mean you fired on an unarmed man in his kitchen in front of his family??

I didn't say he was unarmed.

Did they ask you if you've been drinking?

Not nearly as much as I'm gonna.

Then he had a weapon?

I'm a member of a...

Tracy!

Son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Put your lights on, man!

Hey, put your lights on!

Okay, anybody out there with six months of continual sobriety?

Come on and get it.

- Congratulations. - Thanks. - You've earned it.

- So how does it feel? - Like I could use a drink.

Boy, oh boy.

- I wish... - Who are you?

- I'm Matt, I am an alcoholic... - Hi Matt.

This chip.

This chip's the only thing I know that you got to earn and pay for all at the same time.

And then pray to God you can hold it, hold on to it every day of your life.

So far being a drunk has cost me my job.

My home, my health.

I am not a cop.

I'm not married to Linda anymore...

and my liver...

There must be a bunch of mice down there living in my Swiss cheese of a liver, I tell you that.

But I do I have this,

and you people... That's a beginning.

I do have one other thing to hold on to, that even the alcohol couldn't take away.

I'll always be Laurie's dad.

And all I want is for her to be as grateful for that as I am. Thanks.

Best speech I heard, Matt.

Way to go, Matt.

Okay, anybody else out there who has six months of sobriety?

See you next week.

Can you bring me another one?

Matt. Matt.

- Hi. - Hi.

That was really very touching.

Oh, thanks.

I wish my father could have said something like that.

You ever get up there and talk?

I make it a point of fading into the background whenever I can.

What are your plans?

I plan on getting reinstated with the Sheriff's Department.

No, I mean your immediate plans, tonight.

Someone wants to meet you.

I think you'll want to meet them too.

A little vague.

- How's it going? - Good.

Excuse me.

Honey.

You got here.

Are you Sunny?

- Hi, Mundo. - Hi.

You look so cute.

Come on.

Wait a minute... Before this goes any further, I think...

I think I ought to tell you that if we met sometime before

the last six months I don't remember a fucking thing, I'm sorry.

I'm glad you got my note.

Come on. I have some friends I want you to meet.

Chance owns this place.

Sarah... Chance.

This is my friend, Matt.

Chance? My ass, you're Willie Walker, aren't you?

That was a long time ago, man.

It seems like yesterday to me.

Yeah. For me too, motherfucker.

How ya doing?

Alright.

Wipe your mouth.

Sarah, this is Matt Scudder.

The guy I told you about a long time ago that busted me.

He's indirectly responsible for me owning all this.

Really?

Rosi, tonight is my night, baby.

Right, Sarah?

- How you doing, man? - Baby.

- How are you feeling? - Feeling no pain, man.

Angel...

Hey, it's my favorite lady.

Angel, this is my friend, Matthew.

Hello, Matthew.

Looks like a good boy.

Lopez is up, join me, he's a friend of mine. Excuse me.

- Don't go away... - Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Still the ladies man, huh?

What you gonna do?

What do you want, man?

How do you know Sunny without me knowing about it?

Sunny? Forget that...

- How are you involved with him? - The guy's a dope dealer.

You see, he's never been busted.

No, I didn't say he was unsuccessful,

but he's a scumbag.

He's my customer, man, I'm not his.

Angel.

What's goin' on, baby?

Who do you like, baby, how much?

Who do I like? I like everybody.

- I'm talking about fighters. - I know.

- What odds do you give me? - Even.

Even?

Vasco's a 5:2 over Lopez.

So who are the favorites?

There's two fighters up there, man. Pick one.

And anywhere you want to go, man, you know I got you.

I'll be easy on you, $5,000.

Okay.

- Great party. - Thanks

Sarah.

How about a little sub-bet?

I don't think I can afford it.

It don't have to be money.

I don't bet on anything.

I don't enjoy it!

There's got to be something you enjoy.

Don't bet on it.