Captain Lt. Michael 'Mike' Brennan, NYPD:
[Brennan is telling other cops about an arrest]
l don't know what this guy's on, but he just sits there with a shit-eating grin on his face! So, fuck it. l figure l've got to straighten him out a little bit. So l say, ''You've got a right to remain silent as long as you can stand the pain.'' There's nothing. Not a fucking dent. Not a fucking dent! l decide to fingerprint him in the back room, He pulls away from me, He's a big motherfucker, He's 6'-3" or 6'-4", He starts yelling, ''You fucking harp, this! You fucking harp, that!'' l say, ''Mr. Calabrese, don't upset me now.'' l go to put his hand on the printer. He pulls his hand away he says, ''You can't print me! l'm made!' He throws the fucking ink pad! And l'm standing there and l'm looking at my new light-blue jacket. l've got ink all over my fucking white shirt. He just ruined my fucking jacket. l'm seeing red. l'm pissed, right? l'm going to get that motherfucker! l grab him by the ass and the neck and very quietly l say ''All right, you guinea, you bought it.'' l threw the fucker out the window! Threw him right out the window. He goes right through the wire mesh, out the window. Now remember, this guy's stoned so he thinks he's gonna die. He thinks he's on the second floor, and he goes... Shits his pants. He shit his pants. He wasn't hurt too badly. lt was the ground floor. He had some cuts, that's about it. Now, we gotta go get the guy and he smells. We bring him in the back. l'm going to take him in. l take him back to print him and l make him put his hands down in his pants and he gets some of that shit on his fingers. l say, ''Mr. Calabrese, we ain't got no more ink pads. ''You've got to use your own shit.'' No more out of Mr. fucking Calabrese!
[All the other cops laugh]

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