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Driscoll: I'm sick of your shit, Spenser.
Spenser: [preparing to fight hand-to-hand] Come on.
Driscoll: You think you're special?
Spenser: Let's go.
Driscoll: Oh, you're not a fuckin' choirboy. You're a fuckin' jailbird! Fuck you!
Spenser: [getting hit in the face] Fuckin'... I gave you a chance, brother.
Driscoll: Fuck your chance.
Spenser: [groaning in pain] Fuck! You ain't got what it takes to make it in prison, you know why? 'Cause you're weak.
[getting punched and getting back to his feet]
Spenser: Come on.
Driscoll: Your stupid Serpico morality, it doesn't work in the real world.
Spenser: [getting kicked] Mother...
Driscoll: Come on, baby. Let's go. Yeah, baby.
[kicking him while he's down]
Driscoll: You were always so fuckin' naive! Huh? You thought you could help the victims? You ain't helping shit. Always some endless fuckin' need for sympathy. Oh, please, that's shit! You hear me? You ain't helping no one. There's no justice, Spenser! There's only the strong and the weak. They gonna fuckin' find your body wherever I fuckin' dump it. They gonna put chalk around you, boy. You gonna die. Henry, too. And I'm gonna walk these motherfuckin' streets! Forever.
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Spenser: You know what, bad guy? I'm gonna serve some justice today. I'm gonna make a citizen's arrest. You're under arrest. You save the bad guy talk for the boys in whatever federal prison you go to. You can tell 'em I said hello.
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