[In Chinatown, Jack and Reggie start arguing]
Jack:
This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killin' people with it. So, instead of bein' where I oughta be, home in bed with my gal givin' her the high hard one, I'm out here doin' THIS shit: roamin' around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you.
Reggie:
Look, man, if you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right?
Jack:
Heh, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of shit. You been dickin' me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got outta you is nothin'!
Reggie:
Yeah, well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of dykes!
Jack:
Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I wanna know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with somethin' and the clock's runnin'!
Reggie:
Yeah, well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right?
Jack:
Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a spearchucker with a number stencilled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fuckin' around. You tell me the truth or you're gonna get the living shit beat outta you.
Reggie:
Oh, you're gonna kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just gonna end up fuckin' you up out here and it's gonna be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
Jack:
Let me explain one thing to you, nigger: I fight DIRTY!
[punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting]
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