then there is shots and cryin' and moanin'. and he runs upstairs, and i gather that they both run out the alley door. - and where's oswaldo? - oswaldo's gone. and the two well-dressed guys oswaldo had you party with-- they were gone. it's just the guy that's whacked that's left. yeah, bleedin' and cryin' "madre"in spanish. - and you book? - yeah, and that turd lonny gives me up. i cooperated fully. i want to go. you're staying here till we find oswaldo. oh, brother. can i at least get some stuff from my girlfriend's? who're you kidding, lisa? forget about your crack pipe till we get oswaldo in here. [ sighs ] well, under those circumstances, oswaldo's probably over at his numbers room,

[ metal detector chirps ] - back off, back off. - what's goin' on, fellas? we're pickin' up a guy. who you looking for? turn the music off, turn the lights on and stay out of our way. i think that guy's on the job. [ no audible dialogue ] ?? [ funk ] all right. back off. everybody, back off. turn that music off! hands where we can see 'em. hands out, everybody. [ simone ] hands up. put your hands up. - what's goin' on, man? - gerard markham? [ chuckles ] oh, you call me that, my mama must've sent you. - get up! - [ russell ] you drop this? - from where? - stand up. [ sipowicz ] you too, peewee. get up. come on. stand up. over here. come here. this mean we going in? that's right, fat cat. we are going in. i need another pair of cuffs here.

we'll give you the secret handshake at the station house. all right. come on. go for a walk. damn. [ chattering ] i want to tell you, i searched 'em all before they went in. you want to be a defense witness for these guys? i was just concerned you had probable cause. they got you way in their pocket, don't they, brother? my c.o. knows that i do off-duty securities. in an unlicensed premises, serves liquor to felons. i don't go upstairs too much. yeah, well, that's what's going on up there. now, i'm coming back off duty, so you can pick between an ass-whippin' or having your c.o. in my office while i.a.b. takes your statement.

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man, white women smilin' at the brothers. huh! got me all excited, detective sipowicz. did you get excited, fat cat? how could you tell with your belly hanging over your joint? back in the cage. come on. aw, fat cat gets claustrophobic in there. i'm gonna ask my lawyer what time we got here. you better tell him where i'm at too. shut your mouth. that's my third pill sublingual. you're both witness. what brought on the pressure, oswaldo? waiting for the brooklyn number? - how about acting in concert on a murder? - i got angina. up for a bypass. yeah? right over here. why'd that guy in your bodega get shot? don't ask me. oswaldo, you were having that whore keep those button guys happy in your grocery's basement. you want us to believe that you don't know what they were doing there? i got tightness in my chest and the nitro isn't relieving it.

re never gonna hear this in a courtroom. - we're not in a courtroom. - the guy who was shot was shaking me down. what happened was beyond my control, but that's what he was there for. my understanding, they was gonna talk to him. the other happened. it was like a horse was on me, the middle of my chest. - you hired these two guys? - i did not hire them. so who were they, oswaldo? concerned relatives? i pay a guy to look out for me, all right? i already pay somebody. and? and those guys work for him. you gotta find a way to give 'em up, oswaldo. if you think i'm gonna get between that-- i got enough death looking me in the face. otherwise, you're our chief suspect. then prosecute me. i have to see my physician. i don't want to be hindered. dr. felix moscoso. i don't want no trouble. am i pale?

they can't see you, jerome. you take all the time you need. it's number three or number four. jerome, i'm not telling you how to answer here, but i did explain to you that if you're not sure picking one guy out, then the i.d. don't help us none. i'm going with number three. and where do you recognize him from? shootin' up the car i was in where my brother-in-law got killed-- my former brother-in-law. is that right?

ou need me, i'll be on the upstairs cot. waste of time trying him on the second hitter. hey, lieu. i just got a phone tip. some drunk's bragging on a bodega whack. where's this? up on ninth, a dominican bar. want us to take a look? yeah, go ahead. what about the idea of e.s.u. for backup? hey, greg, that'll take three hours. yeah, i'd hate to sit around here on overtime. which hitter you want to flip? who do you think's dumber? got a nice dopey vibe off that hollis. if we keep trenton, too, maybe we can make him think hollis gave him up. won't that make trent dumber? - thanks, harold. - want him uncuffed? yeah, take his cuffs off.

team. - you understand what i'm sayin'? - yeah. well, then you're one up on your buddy in there, so you're the one that's gotta set his mind straight. okay? i can walk you both out off an illegal search, but trent is saying he don't even work for fat cat. - do what you gotta do, chief. - i can't, hollis, because your assxxxx buddy isn't letting me. i'm telling you, the d.a. don't hear you vouch for this other guy, the wrongful search goes away, then my hustle is gone, and i'll blow your head off. i don't know what you're telling me. trent works for fat cat. the d.a. is watching through the mirror. then we go with illegal search. vouch how? i lead you into the room. you vouch he works for fat cat. i lead you out. i don't know how to vouch. "yes, that's him." "he's the one who was with me." is that too tough for you, hollis? what the hell do i care how you vouch? all right. you vouch, and you get out.

that's him. i-i vouch he's the guy. your buddy just give you up, trent, or am i taking that wrong? is there anything you want to do about that, or, uh, you want to start thinking about being a husband to some guy named joe? no. i want to do something about it. who i gotta talk to? i'm a wonderful listener. [ chuckles ] what a country. ps at the 27 come up with the note that super said he left about the drugs? no note, no vouchered drugs. you think someone down at the 27 has an interesting second job? i don't know, cohen.

what're you drinking? two different guys at the end of the bar fit a call we got. - i don't know about no call. - yeah, you do. you made it. look, i don't want the guy in my bar, but i'm not getting involved past that. all i'm asking is, point the guy out. don't come back for no i.d. i didn't hear nothing, and i didn't see nothing. the guy all the way at the end is the guy. [ man ] pack of smokes. keep your hands on the bar. ay, ?qu? pasa? we're going in. for what? what's going on? i said, shut up. domingo. [ speaking spanish ] hey. some broad you kissed off gave you up. so don't xxxx me off or i'll kick your ass. all right, all right.

this reinterview-- he's gonna think i'm doing it lookin' to hurt the other guy. we gotta do the reinterview. i'm telling you what fancy's gonna think. with him, everything's racial. if you see greg, he needs to call his super. i think he went with james to court. he's looking for that hooker in the bodega homicide. we know we got the collars. if it turns out some cop didn't log the coke in, the d.a. and the i.a.b. are gonna turn the 27 upside down. i just don't wanna leave no stone unturned, alternative possibilities. i agree. no one's unwilling to accept this other guy was doing good-- kwasi. picked up jerome. he's in 2. all right. thanks, josh.

sit over there. huh? sit over there. [ door closes ] we got to know more about that note, jerome, where you told the police about the drugs. i wrote it and i left it at the desk. you wrote it and left it on the desk at the 27 station house? two blocks up and one over from my building. i don't know the number. - was the sergeant at the desk? - nobody was at the desk. you lying piece of crap! there's always somebody at the desk! it's a little desk just when you walk in. - got flyers on it. - community relations desk. what if i told you, jerome, that we heard that you and kwazi were both in on this drug deal? - that's not true. - nobody's looking to hurt you here, jerome. there's no evidence that we can use. but if you were involved in this, we gotta know about it for what we take to the d.a. - it's not true. - maybe kwasi was involved and you just took the ride?

he died trying to help me. if i should've signed my name or took the drugs in myself, that's on me. don't do that to him. see, that is blackmail. i know you talked to the judge. relax, lisa. if you're making lonny the trick on the complaint against me, that is a joke. i want out! i'm supposed to see my girlfriend! what you want to do on the outside can probably happen, but first you do something for us. i showed you where to find oswaldo. i did something for you yesterday. lisa, we picked up a guy last night. someone dropped a dime, heard him talking in a bar how him and a buddy whacked a guy in a bodega. - uh-uh. forget it. no way. - we just want you to look at this guy in a lineup. no way. i wouldn't recognize him.

we just want to know: did you bang this guy in the basement? i didn't bang anyone, okay? i can prove i had a female situation! whatever you did in the basement. no! no! no way! why don't you talk to oswaldo instead of jamming me up? you talk to that assxxxx lonny. lonny didn't see nothing. well, i didn't either. i don't want to make an i.d. gentlemen. [ fancy ] charge fat cat and the two shooters on the homicide. he drug note, we think the super's telling the truth. meaning one corrupt cop minimum. [ fancy ] that part doesn't work out of this office. i.a.b. and the 27. and it don't give you no reason to get in bed with fat cat. be interesting to hear who was on his payroll. looks to piggyback one case on the other to get a bigger splash for his boss, this greasy little twerp. don't bring it into this office. how do i get to be the bad guy? ask your parents. hi. you called in that mrs. torrence and her daughter?

mrs. torrence. when there's developments in a case we try to let you know about them. have there been arrests? there have been, yes. we've arrested two men we believe did the actual shootings, and we put a warrant out for a man we think gave the order. his lawyer's bringing him in. why did you accuse my brother of being involved again? we were verifying that he wasn't involved. you make it seem that you think something that you don't. taking his word would've been out of the question. under these circumstances, yes, it would have, ma'am. excuse me. we wanted to tell you about the arrest, and we understood and appreciated what kwasi's role had been. yesterday hanna said she believed that her dad was a hero, and that's what our investigation proved.

but he said his piece to me man-to-man and left it there. - can we go? - i'd also say to hanna it's hard to lose a dad before his time, 'cause that happened with my son, and i'm sorry for you on that score. you just remember that's the man who called your father a xxxxxx. please, don't say that to her. it, uh-- it was circumstances that i think you know about, but i don't think she could understand that. i don't ever want her to understand someone using that word. you called him a xxxxxx. are you a bigot and a hypocrite too? i apologize then. people who hated him alive don't get to say nice things now. hanna, i-- i apologize for using that word about your father.

i'm leonard moscoso, oswaldo mendoza's attorney. i thought moscoso's his doctor. i believe felix moscoso is his doctor. mr. mendoza's ill and can't look at your lineup. yeah? can we bring him a photo array? at present, he's too ill. he can make the i.d.'s off the record if he wants. we'll go at these guys a different way. we want an indication - we're looking at the right people. - mm-mm. too ill. so how come he picked up the phone at home

we're gonna have to kick this guy who could've given up his accomplice. two murderers your client can get off the streets. we're gonna have to turn 'em loose. don't pretend your client oswaldo wasn't working drug deals out of that bodega, mr. moscoso, not with that grocery selection. as long as you're running errands, you tell oswaldo he's a lying, gutless scumbag. it's easy to have opinions not having to live and do business in the neighborhood. my opinions don't depend where i live. tell him he's a scumbag, and he gets the neighborhood he deserves. good day. good day. hey, how's it going? good. how's yourself? all right. i guess we gotta go kick this guy. [ hand thuds ] did you hear her tell that little girl to hate me? yeah.

i go right on the job. job don't send me to the academy or nothing. puts me undercover right away, 'cause-- cause i'm who they're looking for. just out of the service, working-class guy-- all the credentials for being some disillusioned assxxxx who wants to xxxx on everything i just spent two and a half years getting shot at about. i don't even get to be with cops when i'm debriefed. some guy in the bottom of the post office building takes my information and tells me what to do. jerk in a suit-- he don't even tell me his name. he has me join the young patriots. it's-- it's like the women's auxiliary for the black panthers. i get to bring the panthers coffee and lead cheers. "right on," you know. "oh, you said a mouthful, brother." "let's definitely take that bank off."

and then i go home and i drink myself stupid so as not to run my head into the wall, thinking how much i hate what i'm doing. i sat in rice paddies the night so dark you didn't know which way was up, wanting to scream and shoot your gun off for light and you'd know where the hell you were, so i could come home and do chores and hear my country get xxxxxx on by a bunch of xxxxxx! hey, andy! don't start talking like that, all right? i'm trying to explain something to you. and i'm telling you that when you use that kind of language, i can't get to what you're saying. you don't have to call 'em xxxxxx to tell what happened. - xxxxxx is how i feel. - you call that little girl a xxxxx? she's not who i was talking about. well, that's who i see when you're talking. you follow my problem? hey, forget about it. you have a nice night. i was trying to explain something to you. excuse me for-- for trying to talk to my partner.

[ sniffs ] it was hard for me. you understand that, huh? come back to the world-- least i-- i thought i could talk to somebody, and maybe somebody, uh, respects what i did. i dreamt of being a cop. now a cop sees me on the street he spits-- he spits on the ground. and i know he's supposed to, 'cause i'm kissing bastards' asses want to blow up the bank that my mother pays her house loans at. and i'm telling these bastards how brave and great i think they are. how i loved it when my dad-- he-he finally saved enough after he's in the service to move us from the quonsets. and we're finally in a decent neighborhood until they move in. i gotta fight to keep my lunch money, and the project turns into a sty. and he gets his eye put out by one of 'em drunk with a hammer who don't want his gas meter read.

i try to do my job. put your own feelings aside unless they show you they're wrong. and that sweet little girl is told to hate me. but what is she supposed to do, andy? she supposed to feel sorry for you? she's supposed to think it's okay you call her father a xxxxxx because you had bad times growing up? i had bad times from them people my whole life. hey, my dad got his ass kicked at shape-ups by white longshoremen for being dark-skinned. i don't hate them people, and i don't hate you. but i'm supposed to care what happened to her people 300 years ago. there you go. at least she shook my hand. yeah.

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