Narc

Henry Oak:
Come on! Say "f*** you" again!

Henry Oak:
You a**hole! I'll shoot your f***in' head off!

Henry Oak:
Shut the f*** up!

Henry Oak:
SHUT THE F*** UP!

Nick Tellis:
What if I got killed out there tonight? WHAT IF THAT WAS ME, HUH?

Henry Oak:
Man, this is un-f***ing-believable.

Henry Oak:
Never too cold for p*ssy.

Henry Oak:
It's impossible you're this dumb.

Nick Tellis:
Now, f***ing Coolio tried to blow my head off.

Latroy Steeds:
I wanna see my lawyer!

Henry Oak:
What did you say?

Latroy Steeds:
I wanna see my lawyer.

Henry Oak:
There are no lawyers, dumb f***! It's just me and you, and I am in your sh*t for the duration!

Henry Oak:
Quit f***ing picking at it!

Henry Oak:
The only thing you need to know about me is that I'm gonna bag the motherf***ers who killed Mike.

Henry Oak:
I am so far from f***ing with you.

Henry Oak:
You two had better get a goddamn grove going right here, 'cause you're in a life and death struggle as of right f***ing now!

Henry Oak:
What, are the brothers throwing a coup?

Henry Oak:
You two had better get a goddamn groove going, 'cause you're in a life and death struggle as of right f***ing now!

Henry Oak:
I remember one night. I went with the sheriffs on a warrant raid. This dipshit was selling meth out of his apartment. Just a stop-and-pop. Broke down the door, rousted the guy. I was in one of the back rooms looking for junk when I hear something. I turn around and see these... eyes staring at me from a closet. It was a little girl. A little ten year old girl. Naked. Shaking like a leaf; she was scared to death. Her stepfather was pimping her out for rent. I wrapped her in my coat, carried her out to the squad car. I went back... and I beat that motherf***er half to death.

Henry Oak:
A little girl being brutalized... a little girl being abused has got nothing to do with the rules and regulations and everything to do with right and wrong.

[Oak has just caught Tellis questioning Calvess' wife]

Henry Oak:
What the f*** are you doing talking to her without me being here?

Nick Tellis:
I brought her husband's things over.

Henry Oak:
Yeah, and you questioned her. What for? WHAT FOR?

Nick Tellis:
What is this, "mother may I"? You said we were gonna do some of this on our own, right?

Henry Oak:
[pointing his finger] Some of this doesn't extend to her! And don't get f***ing cute with me!

Nick Tellis:
Get your hand outta my face...

Henry Oak:
If you need to know what she said about anything case-related, you refer to the file!

Nick Tellis:
Yeah, I looked at the files, they're thin!

Henry Oak:
What you don't f***ing do is talk to her without notifying me in advance! That's not the way we do things!

Nick Tellis:
Why's that? What's the problem with me speaking to her?

Henry Oak:
Because... the problem is every f***ing question you asked her she's already answered! She's been badgered and bothered by cops and cop questions for two f***ing months now, and the biggest f***ing problem is her husband... is f***ing... dead!

Nick Tellis:
I'm about to ask you about another dead junkie named Dowd, yeah I know Dowd Indo Joe and that punk you used to roll with Jay Reed, you know how I know that don't you?

Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps:
How man?

Nick Tellis:
Because I was and still am a cop

Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps:
A cop? You're trying to tell me you're a f***ing cop?

Nick Tellis:
Word.

Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps:
If you a cop why didn't you try to bust me back then?

Nick Tellis:
Because you're way too little to bust, acorn.

Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps:
F*** that sh*t. You forget something, I used to smoke blunts with you.

Nick Tellis:
I don't care what you think, it doesn't f***ing matter in the least, what I'm about to tell you does matter and you're going to listen like your life depended on it. A month ago an undercover officer was murdered in a pedestrian tunnel off Houston and West Grand. Someone beat him up and put a gun to his head and a bullet through it. I don't want to hear your sh*t about what you don't know or what you didn't do because we both know you don't got the nut sack for something that size so I'm positive you didn't kill him. [shows him a picture] His name was Michael Calvess. Take a gander buddy.

Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps:
Hold on a minute man you mother f***ers come up in my crib, throw hot sauce in my eyes and try to blind my ass and now you want my help? You crazy?

Nick Tellis:
His street name is Jimmy Fredricks. You know him. You know him.

Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps:
My bad. I know this mother f***er. I might've let him suck my dick once or twice.

[Oak throws his head into the wall]

Nick Tellis:
You're going to act like a punk or you're going to get played like one. Now listen very, very carefully. They found smack at the murder scene, a mean f***ing mix. You took some of the exact same stuff ten months ago and nearly killed your dumb ass. You don't have the chemistry or the sense God gave goats which means you didn't do the cook. Now Dowd is dead, so who sold to you?

Det/Lt. Henry Oak:
The only thing you need to know about me is that I am gonna bag the motherfuckers that killed Mike. And if that means breaking any rule, any point of procedure then they're broke.

Det/Lt. Henry Oak:
I'll tell you this much I became a much better cop the day she died. Any hesitation I had about the job was gone. If we were on a bust I'd kick in the door, be the first one in.

Det/Lt. Henry Oak:
I want you to say it "I killed Calvess", "I killed Calvess"! Say it, say it, say it!

Det/Lt. Henry Oak:
You are messing with something you can't possibly understand.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
I don't want the case. I want a desk.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
Well generally speaking miss, you don't know what the f*** you're talking about.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
They've got a dead cop and dead ends and they're reaching.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
Ah hah, oh ho ho! Bagles and guns.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
We didn't get 'em. We didn't get the guys who did it.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
You were there before he died. Tell me I'm wrong.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
"Coolio" here tried to cap me.

Det/Sgt. Nick Tellis:
I don't want to work with him if we're going to be playing eightball in some guy's head.