Do you think I'll be able get Liam Neeson to sign up when it's done?
>CHIEF: So let me get this straight, you arrested a black male, in broad daylight, right in front of a wall street journal photographer
>COSH: But sir, he was robbing a liquorstore
>CHIEF: LET ME FINISH COSH, on MLK boulevard, DURING the neighborhood associations black pride parade?
>COSH: Sir he shot the shopkeep
>CHIEF: I DON'T CARE IF HE SHOT THE FUCKING PRESIDENT!!!!!
>CHIEF: And why are you still in New York anyway! You told me you were going to take the week off to visit your niece in Ireland and then I see you on the nightly news, running through a packed synagogue with your weapon drawn?!
>CHIEF: You're on desk duty until you learn how we do things in this department, now get out of my office cosh. And Cosh....
>COSH: What now?
>CHIEF: Leave that small weighted leather truncheon you like to carry around on my desk, it's not regulation.

>>211780220 (OP)
[Cosh leans in close, his voice low and menacing.]
>COSH: You've forgotten what it's like out there, Chief. Dealing with these niggers and spics and chinks every fucking day. I'm the only thing keeping this city from turning into a goddamn jungle.
>[He pulls out his cosh, swinging it casually.]
>COSH: This ain't just some club, Chief. It's a symbol. A reminder to these animals that there's still some white men left with the balls to put them in their place.
>[He slams the cosh down on the Chief's desk, leaving a dent.]
>COSH: So you can either get on board or get out of my way. 'Cause I ain't gonna stop until this city's clean again.

>>211780256
>You've forgotten what it's like out there, Chief. Dealing with these niggers and spics and chinks every fucking day. I'm the only thing keeping this city from turning into a goddamn jungle.
did you really come up with this on your own or is it from another movie?

>>211780256
>[The Chief glares at Cosh, his face red with anger.]
>CHIEF: You think you're untouchable, don't you Cosh? That your Northern European heritage gives you some kind of free pass to beat the shit out of anyone you want?
>[He stands up from his desk, getting in Cosh's face.]
>CHIEF: Well let me tell you something, you racist piece of shit. This city's changing, whether you like it or not. And people like you are going to be left behind.
>[He points to the door.]
>CHIEF: So get the fuck out of my office, and stay the hell out of my sight. I don't want to see your face until you've learned how to treat people with respect, not like some animal.

Any nudity in it?

>>211780705
Only naked ethnic violence

>>211780687
>[Cosh smirks, his eyes narrowing as he looks the Chief up and down.]
>COSH: Yeah, I'm sure your new Jewish friends would love to hear about how you're cracking down on their favorite cop. Maybe you should ask them for a raise too, Chief. I hear they're real generous with the cash.
>[He moves closer, his words dripping with malice.]
>COSH: You're just another greasy Guineatown guido, doing whatever those rich kikes tell you to do. But don't worry, Chief. When the shit hits the fan, I'll be the one keeping this city safe. Not some desk-jockey with his head up some Jewish lawyer's ass.
>[With that, Cosh storms out of the office, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows.]

>>211780738
Naked as in thematically? Naked like a synonym for brutal and raw depictions of violence perpetrated by or against ethnic minorities?

Or naked as in big black flappy jungle nigger titties swishy swashing about the screen for me to jerk off to while liam neeson does krav maga in his 70's?

>>211780746
>[Chief calls Cosh into his office, motioning for him to sit down. Cosh enters, looking smug.]
>CHIEF: Cosh, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is you're getting a new partner. The bad news is, it's 'Mad Mel'.
>[Cosh's scowl deepens at the mention of Mel's name.]
>COSH: That Nazi piece of shit? He's still kicking around?
>CHIEF: He just got cleared by the MEU (Mental Evaluation Unit). Says he's ready to get back to work.
>[There's a knock at the door. Detective Mel enters, a wild grin on his face as he sees Cosh. Feigning an exaggerated Irish accent]
>MEL: Ah, if it isn't the Paddy. Heard we were gonna be partners.
>[Cosh stands up, his hand instinctively going to his cosh.]
>COSH: Listen here you Anglo-Saxon fuck, I don't need a partner, let alone one who hates Irish people more than I hate Jews.
>MEL: Careful there, Mick. Wouldn't want to be accused of police brutality again.
>[Chief stands up, slamming his fist on the desk.]
>CHIEF: That's enough! Both of you. You're partners whether you like it or not. And I expect both of you to act like professionals, got it?
>[He points a finger at both of them.]
>CHIEF: One more screw up from either of you, and I swear, not even Jesus Christ himself can help you

>>211780822
>>[Chief calls Cosh into his office, motioning for him to sit down. Cosh enters, looking smug.]
>>[Cosh's scowl deepens at the mention of Mel's name.]
is he scowling smugly?

>>211780822
>[The unmarked police car is parked down the street from the synagogue. Cosh is in the driver's seat, his cosh lying on the dashboard. Mel is in the passenger seat, a file of evidence spread across his lap.]
>COSH: I'm telling you, Mel, these blacks aren't even human. They're more like apes that learned how to walk upright.
>[He reaches for his thermos of coffee, taking a swig before continuing.]
>COSH: Look at 'em. All that dark skin, the big lips, the way they move. It's unnatural.
>[Mel scoffs, flipping through the pages of the file.]
>MEL: You're an idiot, Cosh. We're all the same species. It's just different… branches of the family tree.
>[He glances up, a sly grin on his face.]
>MEL: But I will say, the way they smell? It's like they bathe in animal grease.
>[Cosh snorts in agreement, both men chuckling darkly.]
>COSH: At least we can agree on that, Mel. Those niggers stink to high heaven.
>[They fall silent for a moment, watching the front of the synagogue. Suddenly, Cosh's phone buzzes.]
>COSH: [reading the message] Looks like our rabbi friend is inside. Time to get to work, Mel.
>[As they prepare to exit the car, Mel turns to Cosh, his eyes gleaming with righteous intent.]
>MEL: You know, Cosh, I've always wondered… what would happen if we just took this rabbi out back? No questions asked.
>[Cosh's eyes narrow, a wicked smile spreading across his face.]
>COSH: I think we could make it look like a robbery gone wrong. No one would miss a dirty, child trafficking jew like him.
>[They share a moment of understanding before getting out of the car, Detective Cosh with his cosh at the ready.]

>>211781499
Continue.

>>211781499
>[The night air is thick with smoke and the wail of sirens. Fire engines and ambulances line the street, their lights casting an eerie glow on the charred remains of the tenement building in the black part of town. Cosh and Mel drag their handcuffed suspect towards their car, a tall African gentleman, pushing past the gathered crowd of onlookers.]

>REPORTER 1: Detective Cosh, can you tell us what happened here tonight?
>REPORTER 2: How did a routine traffic stop lead to this?
>[Cosh turns to the reporters, a smug grin on his face.]
>COSH: Just doing our jobs, folks. This here's one of those black bastards who thought he could run from the law.
>[He jerks the handcuffed man's arm for emphasis, causing him to stumble]
>COSH: We had a lead on some drug activity in this building. One thing led to another, and next thing you know, the whole place went up in flames.
>[Mel chimes in, his voice dripping with disdain.]
>MEL: It's those jewish media types who'll spin this into something it's not. Always trying to make us look bad for keeping this city safe.
>[As they reach the car, Cosh roughly shoves the handcuffed man into the backseat.]
>COSH: leaning in close to the reporters You just remember, folks. When it comes to dealing with these animals, sometimes you gotta get a little… creative.
>[He winks, then slides into the driver's seat. Mel gets in the passenger side, looking out at the crowd with a satisfied smirk.]
>MEL: (under his breath) Another job well done, wanna get a burger?
>[They drive off, leaving the chaos behind them.]

>>211782872
>[INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS – CHIEF’S OFFICE – NIGHT]
>[The chief is watching the news broadcast of Cosh and Mel’s interview with a look of horror and fury on his face. His office door slams open as he storms out into the bull pen, bellowing.]
>CHIEF: COSH! MEL! GET YOUR ASSSES IN HERE NOW!
>[Cosh and Mel, still grinning from their "success," saunter into the chief’s office. Mel wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smacking his lips after his burger.]
>CHIEF: (seething) You two absolute fucking morons! What the hell is wrong with you? You just torched a building in a black neighborhood and bragged about it on live TV?
>COSH: (smug) We were just telling the truth, sir. That nigger started the fire.
>CHIEF: (laughs incredulously) Oh, is that what happened? Because the fire chief said it looked like a goddamn arson job, and the whole city’s about to explode because of your little stunt!
>MEL: (shrugs) It was self-defense, Chief. That guy had a gun.
>CHIEF: (mocking) Oh yeah? Did he? Or did you two just decide to go full Nazi on the neighborhood again?
>COSH: (defensive) We don’t know nothing about that. It's not our fault that there was a gas main inside that building.
>CHIEF: (scoffs) Yeah, right. Now listen up, because I’m only gonna say this once. You two are off the street. Indefinitely. I don’t even wanna see your faces in the station for a week, you got me?
>COSH: (grumbling) This is bullshit.
>MEL: (nodding) Yeah, real bullshit. We were just doing our jobs.
>CHIEF: (points at the door) GET OUT.
>[Cosh and Mel exchange glances but leave, muttering curses under their breath.]

>>211783669
>[CHIEF’S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER]
>[The chief’s desk phone rings. He picks it up, and the moment he hears the voice on the other end, his face pales.]
>[It's Moishe Ginsberg, a 'community organizer', played by Jonah Hill]
>CHIEF: (nervous) M-Moishe? I-I didn’t expect your call.
>MOISHE: (loud, with a thick Yiddish accent) Chief, what in the name of God’s green earth is going on with your detectives? First they’re terrorizing the black community, and now they’re burning down their buildings like they’re the Gestapo?
>[The chief winces, sweating as Moishe’s voice rises.]
>MOISHE: You know who I am, right? I run this town’s heart, and I ain’t happy when my people get treated like garbage!
>[The chief gulps, looking around nervously, as if afraid someone might hear him.]
>CHIEF: (whispering) Look, Moishe, I-I know how it looks, but Cosh is just doing his job. These were dangerous criminals, they were running a massive drug—
>MOISHE: (cutting him off) Don’t you dare tell me about how it looks! I saw the news, you goyische kop! My rabbis are calling me, asking why your officers are acting like a lynch mob! You think my cousin, the DA, is gonna let this slide?
>[The chief sweats profusely, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.]
>CHIEF: I’ll handle it, I swear. Cosh is on desk duty as we speak. He’s not going to cause any more trouble.
>MOISHE: (skeptical) You better, or I’m taking this straight to my brother-in-law, the mayor. And you know what happens then.
>[The line goes dead. The chief slumps in his chair, a panicked expression on his face. His hands shake as he grabs for the half-empty bottle of Pepto Bismol on his desk, loosening the cap, and chugging down the remainder]

>>211780220 (OP)
Mel is gonna do a great job directing

>>211781499
>Detective Cosh with his cosh at the ready