Cold Blooded

Man 1: Split up!

What are you doing??

Just keepin' them safe, man.

That's fucking crazy! Come on, let's go!

Will you keep your voice down, goddamnit...

Look, Holland said split up...

I'll be at his place tomorrow.

We're going together, with the fucking diamonds!

Police Officer: Freeze!

...in pursuit of two suspects

...down Dundad Street...

-I need back-up now!

Fuck...

Gimme the gun...

Fuck me...

Give me the gun!

Fuck me.

Look at me...

Look at me, goddamnit!

Gimme the gun!

Let me do this for the team.

Buckmire?

Buckmire!

Got him!

We're good, Buckmire. Cuff him.

Officer Jane. 43rd Division.

You the night shift?

But, I've never been up here before.

Overflow. No more beds.

The only space left in the hospital is this old unit.

It's all the way down at the back, too.

Just keep walkin'.

You're all by yourself in there.

Not really.

You like nights?

Sure.

Bullshit.

I can't complain.

Sure you can.

It's good to complain.

Keeps you human.

Have a good night.

Gary. Wake up.

Hm...

What'sat?

Sorry. Time to go. Shift change.

shift change.

Ah, fuck...

Finally.

How are you supposed to stay awake around here

without a TV and some DVDs?

Huh? They oughtta have that back here.

Yeah, they should.

Okay...

I'm gone.

Okay.

Night.

Yeah, like it was totally normal...

Casual shut-eye before the shift ends,

no big deal.

I know, I know...

I'm not gonna snitch him out...

It's just I've got one scumbag in a coma

and then my guy's asleep at the wheel.

It's like, what am I?

The only person here who gives a shit?

It's not exactly what I had in mind

when I signed up.

No, you're right.

It's not a big deal, I just hate how

it's assumed that I'll be ok with things like this.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually cut out for it.

The job...

No...

I knew what I was getting into but I thought

we were supposed to be the good guys.

Now I'm not sure what's allowed and what isn't.

How 'bout personal phone calls?

Those allowed?

I gotta go...

I love you...

Would you send a doctor down here please?

I'd like to get him down to 4rd Division

so we can arraign him in the morning.

If he's good to go?

Squeeze my hands...

So, I'll need you to sign a release form.

You do realize in this situation I actually have the authority?

Yes, of course.

Then you listen to me.

This man's been unconscious for thirty-six hours,

Sinus fractures, nasal fractures,

possible temporal hemorrhaging...

Two fractured ribs.

You can't move him yet.

I understand...

I'll check on him in a few hours.

A few hours, is that three or two hours...

A few hours.

SIGH

What a cunt...

Hey...

I'm Eddie.

Nice to meet you.

Ow...

You a hoops fan?

Yeah, I don't blame you.

I lose more money to those assholes than you wanna know.

Anything you say can be used against you as evidence.

Oh, yeah?

Well, if there's some new law against being a basketball fan

in Toronto, you're gonna have to lock up

like... almost five-hundred people.

Tell me, are they still trying out that new run on offense?

Yep... Forward can't do it,

he's wheezing up and down the court.

Why the hell does he fall in line with those bullshit plays?

Guy's a star, he should be doing what he wants,

not kissing the coach's ass.

Can't have wins without team work.

Oh, yeah, you're a fan.

Well, I work the games, you pick it up.

Yeah? That why you became a cop?

Free games?

Yeah.

Come on, we're gonna be here all night.

Might as well pass the time.

Why'd you become a cop?

Why do you steal diamonds?

Eh, what else is there to do?

Right.

I'll tell you what,

you come in here and talk to me,

I'll tell you why I steal diamonds.

So... Let's hear it.

I just like to be my own boss.

Oh...

No, really, what am I doing?

Take some shiny rocks from one guy

I sell them to another guy.

If those two guys think those rocks have value

well, that's their problem.

Nobody gets hurt.

Nobody gets hurt, huh?

No, man, I don't even hurt anybody's feelings.

I'm the least of the criminals out there.

You've any idea how fucked up the diamond trade is?

Well, I've read some things.

Guys getting their arms chopped off in Africa.

Right, yet somehow I'm the bad guy.

Oh, yeah... Life is so unfair.

Do I seem like a bad guy to you?

I don't make the rules.

No, nah...

They say jump, you say how high.

That's the job.

They say flap your arms

and cluck like a chicken, you start flapping?

Okay, chicken, your turn.

Only two types of people want to be cops, so...

Either you're a bully, or you're painfully naive.

"I just want to help people."

I told you. Free basketball tickets.

You know, we're not so different, you and me.

Well, except that you break the law and I enforce it.

Yeah, that's not really the point.

You remember that old cartoon,

the sheepdog and the wolf?

They punch in, the wolf spends all day trying

to get the sheep, sheepdog spends

all day fucking with the wolf?

Sure.

That's us. You and me.

Cops and robbers.

End of the day, they punch out

they walk home together.

Just doing their job.

I'll remember that the next time

I arrest a guy for raping his daughter.

Now, come on, that's a whole other thing...

A completely different cartoon...

That's, that's like...

Japanese cartoon.

Huh...

Seriously...

You and I me, we meet on the street? Off-duty?

I bet we have some laughs.

I don't know...

I don't tend to find the humor in killing my partner.

I never killed anybody.

That's not what Buckmire's report said.

The cop who knocked me?

He ran around the corner, saw you standing

over the kid's body with a gun in your hand.

You tried to escape. He subdued you.

No! No, that's bullshit. I don't even carry a gun!

You go, you tell somebody that...

You write that shit down!

Oh, fuck...

Did they put that on the news?