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You don't have a green card. Drug money
looks pretty good. I will not let you

smear this man's name.

Nobody tells the truth, sister.

Like the Irish, you'd rather lose and be
miserable than try again.

Murder, she said.

Assassinato. You saw what they did to
Felix. They made an example of him. I've

seen a valley full of bodies in
Salvador.

I can't risk my whole operation because
of one death in New York. Felix was

killed by a death squad. Why didn't
Louisa speak out? They killed him.

They're going to kill you, too. You
don't want to listen to me? Fine. Listen

somebody, Mary Beth.

Come out to use the shower tonight.

The invitation's still open.

Sure, I'll tell Harvey. We'll have a
special spaghetti sauce. I can't believe

you waited three entire days and there's
still no plumber.

Oh, they showed up.

After I left.

Or at the wrong building.

Do you think Harvey might know somebody?

Ask him after dinner. I ran it past him
yesterday. I got two hours on rust clogs

and alternate shower heads.

I could get used to smelling like this,
I guess.

Sergeant Griggs, what went on here?

One unidentified Hispanic male with a
bag of heroin stuffed in his mouth.

Insensitive little message?

Yeah, he's got rope burns on his wrist
and a dagger carved on the back of his

hand. Cause of death?

Just three very nasty stab wounds, and
he says it looks like it was dumped

Thank you, Sergeant.

The turban lords could get flaccid from
a crate of homicides.

Personally, I love it when they kill
each other.

They can clean up after themselves.

Archero Vincente Morales Mendez.

Oh, no.

Come and suck a puppy.

Don't you ever get tired of losing.

Not this time, Chelsea.

Your signature turned up on a corpse.

Pretty little dagger carved on the back
of the left hand.

There's 142 members of the Turban Lords,
and you thought of me.

Your record is so impressive.

You know, honey, you really ought to get
them checked out for AIDS. Hey, watch

it. Can you stop me?

On my turf, for no reason, you make
nasty remarks to my woman. You talk

victim?

I'm a victim.

I must consult with my attorney.

She says definitely harassment.

The turban lord's right than anybody who
crosses 11th Street selling smack.

They're all guys.

It's like Nancy Reagan says.

I tell them, just say no.

Cut to the chase, all right?

Who's your newest member?

Who made his bones killing this guy?

You want me to roll over?

What have you got?

Come on, let's have it.

Let's have it.

Come on, give me a Miranda, chica.

Could you do it with such class?

If not today, muchacho, tomorrow.

We'll call Rikers, get your cot ready.

Go away now.

Girls, we don't want to embarrass you.
What happens between a man and a woman?

Hey, we got 30 seconds to spare.

I ought to take him longer than that to
read the instructions. Come on.

I usually don't come to a noon meeting,
but I need a drink.

I've been through Christmas alone.

I keep waiting for my father to call,
and he's dead.

And I've been out on dates that turn out
lousy.

Me too.

And I survive all of that.

That's for you.

But three days without a shower, and,
you know, not being able to get hold of

plumber who doesn't try to rip me off,
or hell, just a plumber who'd show up.

Well, all I can think about is getting
real friendly with a fifth of scotch.

Who's next?

I'm Nick, and I'm an alcoholic.

And a plumber.

And after dealing with the public all
morning, I could use a drink myself.

Red sheep.

Plumbers never are.

I've got a job right now. Maybe later.
You sound desperate.

I don't get off shift at four o 'clock.

I'm a cop.

You look good in blue.

I'm a detective.

Also a sergeant. And I'm a union
plumber. You want help or not?

Are you offering?

In the fellowship, we have to help each
other out, right?

On the other hand, you don't look like
you cook much.

I'll, um, whoop down a burger first. How
about 8 .30?

Fine.

You got an address?

You got a card?

Yeah, I got an address.

Finally, Mary Beth, a good reason to
stay in the program.

I found a plot. Yeah?

A real plot. Who knows? I know where to
find him again if he doesn't show up.

Huh?

Maybe I should troll the West 70s
meeting for a hairdresser.

Anyway, he's coming to my loft tonight.

Oh, Horv will be disappointed.

Oh.

Margaret, I'm sorry. No, no problem.

We'll use the dimmer and get romantic,
with Alice's permission.

The youth gang squad report is in. Oh,
yeah? Has it confirmed the M .O.? Yeah,

it's a match. Except they hung our guy
up by the wrist before they dumped him.

Probably get her some points for that.

How can you eat while reading that
stuff?

I was hoping I couldn't.

So is the body anything you can give to
missing persons?

What do you know about saints?

My mother was supposed to be one.

Well, that guy had a tattoo on his left
shoulder. It's a figure with arrows and

a halo and a cross.

Saint Sebastian.

Statues of him look like a pin cushion.

The Romans tied him to a stake and used
him as target practice.

Well, I guess the turban lord's got
nothing on the Romans. I've seen that

somewhere.

Yeah, a missing persons report. It's
somewhere on my desk, I think.

Well, there's a breakfast in it for you
if you're right, Al.

Oh, well, maybe I ought to... Smell the
coffee, Al.

Ah.

Bingo. You're a winner.

Let's make it easy.

7 .30, George's, steak and eggs over
medium.

Easier. 7 .55, here.

Plain or jelly? Here it is. Tattoo on
the back of the left shoulder. I am

the breakfast. I'll bring you the bill.

I'll flip you for it.

Patricio, have some memory, Al. The
report was filed by a nun, and actually

filed for the wife but left her number
as a contact.

Maybe we can ID this guy this afternoon.

Hello. Sister Elizabeth, please.

That's all right, Mrs.

Patricio.

We're not concerned with your
immigration status.

The green card, la carta verde, es nada.

No es la migra.

I have English.

Where is my husband?

He was badly hurt, ma 'am.

I saw bodies before.

It is my heart.

Thank you, Miss Patricia.

We are very sorry, ma 'am.

Need to ask you a few questions.

Do you know where your husband was last
night?

No, sir.

No, sir.

Well, we need your help to find out what
happened.

Please let me go.

Please. My children.

Just a few minutes, Mrs. Patricia. Por
favor.

Sister Elizabeth said they could stay
with her as long as it took.

Where did your husband work?

A factory.

Close.

Did he keep regular hours?

Did he come home at night?

Yes.

He was a good man.

He worked.

He came home.

He loved his family.

Mrs. Patricio, your husband was
murdered.

Now, we think it's about drugs. Did your
husband take drugs?

Drugs.

Heroin, cocaine, crack, marijuana.

No. No more.

My children.

I must go.

Turns the tears off and on pretty good
for a simple

country girl.

You're getting pretty cynical in your
old age, Maria.

Maybe I've been burnt once too often.

Bleeding heart bites dog.

Further miracles at 11.

Coffee break.

Espresso especial.

Decaf. Decaf espresso.

Is it 10?

Mortal or venial?

It'll look like the kind that keeps
track.

So, are you a Catholic?

Lapsed. Is there any other kind?

My mother, my grandmother, my aunts, my
ex.

What about you?

I'm an alcoholic.

Where do you keep the lemons?

In the fridge.

You know what I miss most?

What? Wine with meals.

Orange soda pot with bouillabaisse. That
is a sin.

How about iced tea with tortellini?

So what do you do about the God part?

What?

Step three.

Made a decision to turn my will and my
life over to the care of God.

As you understand him.

So how do you understand him?

Quit passing a buck.

Hey, listen, I was always a sucker for
fairy tales, all right? And the candles

were a nice touch. Oh, you're a tough
one.

Okay, as I understand him, he's one of
the main reasons I'm in the mess that

in today.

He makes me nervous.

I spent my entire childhood trying to be
perfect, just so I wouldn't burn in

hell. God wanted you to be perfect?

By sitting up there with a beard and a
checklist, you got him confused with

Santa Claus.

I've got you confused with a plumber.

Hey, you're the one with the questions,
lady.

See, the nuns wanted you to be perfect.
You got ticked off at them and kissed

off God. Not exactly a bullseye.

You're not a kid anymore, so forget the
nuns, forget your mother, forget... Get

anybody you can blame and ask yourself
what's bigger than you are, because if

you're going to get through this thing,
you're going to need his help.

Or hers.

Or Ed's.

James Michael Lacey, what are you doing?

Harvey said... Your brother would pitch
a fitter be caught in his room like

this. He said I could have it after he
was gone.

He what?

His room.

Well, he didn't say that to me.

He didn't say anything to me. What's
going on, babe?

Harvey said I could have his room when
he left.

In this house, we discuss the things we
do. No, we don't. We only discuss the

stuff that I do. I am talking to you,
young man. You should have asked first,

Michael. But she wouldn't have let me.

Go to bed, Michael. Ten o 'clock at
night is no time to redecorate.

But, Dad... In the morning, Michael,
we'll talk. I promise. But, Dad... Good

night.

Mary Beth? No, I don't want him in this
room. You're pushing the boy, Mary Beth.

We are back on the same road here. Give
the kid some rope. I'm not... the enemy

here, Harvey. Neither is Michael.

Mary Beth, I want these posters down.

Every time I see these jerks on the
walls, I go nuts. That is not what I'm

talking about!

You don't want to listen to me? Fine,
then listen to Michael. He said Harvey

gave him his room.

Listen to somebody, Mary Beth!

So, he is taking them down.

Being extra careful, like he planned it,
to get on my good side, and the whole

time I can't believe... It's Michael
talking to me.

Well, maybe he wants to be a big kid,
you know, and have a big kid's room.

But it is Harvey Jr.'s room.

Uh -huh.

What is that supposed to mean?

I don't know, but you use it whenever
you want to get out of a conversation

don't want to have.

Uh -huh.

More some traffic, huh?

How was your shower?

Fixed. And maybe fixed up.

My plumber had the nerve to ask me out.

After I paid the bill.

And you said?

Still thinking about it.

I just may go.

What are you so proud about?

Well, he's very funny, Mary Beth. I
mean, it's not exactly like he took

lit.

Harvey never went to college.

That is not what I meant.

And, of course, I didn't finish.

Perhaps I should ride in the back seat
so people don't think that you're

like an equal to a peon. If you talk
really slow, maybe I can catch the

subtleties of your remark.

Would you get off my back, Mary Beth?

It's just that I've never been out with
a plumber.

There are certain advantages to men who
work with their hands.

Are we good looking?

Incredibly. Uh -huh. And I'm not
changing the subject.

Well, unfortunately, we have to.

Cornell Slack.

Hey!

That guy better be the Lithuanian
ambassador. He's about to get a ticket.

Vista! Want to move it up?

Well, he better be deaf, too.

Here comes the vice council now.

Have a nice day, your evidence.

What did Ben do?

So you were never suspicious of Patrice?
You never saw anything to indicate he

might be dealing drugs?

Do you ever shift up with drugs?

Go figure, huh?

But then who knows what these people
are?

Well, tell me what you did know about
him.

Well... The other men treated him with a
lot of respect, you know, honor, pride.

Pretty sure back home he was probably
somebody.

Me no es la migre, okay?

All right, Felix Patricio. Usted say?

Si, Felix Patricio.

Lo conocí.

Un hombre muy mal.

El vendió las drogas.

Usted compra?

No, no, no, no.

Okay, okay.

No es importante.

What I'm asking is, um, uh, yo pregunto,
Felix y droga. ¿Qué pasa?

¿Qué? Uh, Felix fue un hombre muy mal.
Muchas drogas.

Yeah, but how do you know that, sir? Um,

uh, ¿cómo, uh, um, how do you know that?

Siempre dinero.

Ah. What about his clothes?

Flashy? Expensive?

No. Do you work your regular hours?

No, no, none of that. Uh, if he left
early, yes.

He did that a lot, but they always
asked.

Didn't you notice him missing? He's been
gone four days.

Well, sure, I missed him, but the other
guys picked up the slack for it.

Okay, so he was a prince, but he's dead.

Any ideas?

No, not a one.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Yeah, thanks.

Did he say the other men covered for
him?

Yeah. Apparently, too, this is Mr.
Wonderful, respected by everyone who

him. Well, according to his co -workers,
he was an hombre, a very bad man of

soul, though.

Time to go question the grieving widow
again.

Maybe she'll tell the truth with Greg
and none alone.

May God grant him peace.

Poor Felice.

To survive Salvador,

To die in New York.

Sister Elizabeth, all our evidence says
that Felice Patricio was a player in an

Alphabet City drug war.

That's ridiculous.

Why, sister?

Because people who were into drugs don't
volunteer here at our job, Hank.

With respect, sister, it's a good cover.

A guy who's got the guts to tell his
story openly at meetings doesn't use a

cover. These are detectives.

These are Cagney and Lacey.

This is my fellow co -conspirator here,
Raul Posada.

His story was typical.

Torture, escape.

The head of his brother rotting at the
steps of a church. No, this is not a

fundraiser, Raul.

It's a hard story to forget.

The man was found with a bag of heroin
shoved in his mouth, which means he was

selling on the wrong street.

Bull.

Come on, sister.

You don't have a green card. Drug money
looks pretty good.

He was illegal, wasn't he?

The word is undocumented.

People cannot be illegal.

Excuse me.

Just because this page made nice
speeches does not mean he wasn't dirty.

Why is it always so sordid with you
people? And you two women spouting the

lies. Don't lecture me, sister. Listen,
this man stood up after they'd done

everything they could to him.

Sweet. Now sit here.

I taught girls like you for a lot of
years until I woke up and realized that

silence is complicity.

I will not let you smear this man's
name.

Sister, we're trying to solve his
murder.

How? By destroying his reputation.

His community needs his example.

No matter how much we do here, these
people still aren't going to trust us.

knows what they have to do to get by.

Maybe...

Felix wasn't bothering something.

Oh. It's possible, Elizabeth.

You're a man with an open mind, Mr.
Posada. We thought his wife might tell

the truth if you came with us, sister.

Yes, well, second thought, don't bother.

That's all right with me. I'll telephone
her first.

She knows we're not INS.

She doesn't know who you are. You're
just police, yes. Here we go again, you

sister. Make your call.

It's so nice to see you got past your
problem with none, Christine.

They crowded him around and took
cocktail parties and raised money with a

-running story.

Radical cheat, very good.

Somebody kind of helped his people sound
like a person mixed up in adultery.

It's an old game.

I mean, even with the peasant hero
everybody's making him out to be, that

not be the first revolution that was
financed with drug money.

Hey, change!

Well, well, look at this.

Our friendly ambassador.

Vaguely familiar.

RFD 960.

We'll run it when we get back to the
shop.

What'd I say?

RFD 960.

Will you please sit down?

Thank you.

You must be thirsty.

Some water?

No, thank you, Mrs. Patricio.

We have questions to ask about your
husband.

Yes. Now, it may be hard for you, but
understand... Mrs.

Patricio, we are trying to find the man
who killed your husband.

Now, you want to tell us the truth?

Before I had fear.

Now I must speak.

What?

He was a very bad man.

That is not what you told us yesterday.

Who was he selling for?

¿Qué? The men he was selling for.

They came back for the drugs, didn't
they?

No. Yo no sé.

Droga.

Droga.

Where is it? ¿Dónde está la droga?

No hay drogas aquí.

Then where's the money?

¿Dinero?

They killed him.

They're going to kill you, too.

Danger.

Uh, Pella Grosso.

Ayuda, lady.

No sé.

No entiendo.

What is it you want? I tell you drugs
and it's still a question.

Nothing is here.

My husband is dead.

Please leave.

I see no one.

He used the same words as the workers
back at the factory. They said if he was

selling drugs, he was a very bad man.

Great. At least now we have a consensus.

Except for his boss is a nun.

She's a nun!

So why did Louisa change her story?

At least now she's telling the truth.

Mary Beth, if everyone says it's an
elephant, it's time to start feeding it

peanuts.

Strange that they'd use the exact same
words.

There comes a time when things turn
around. You've got to be responsible.

You've got to take care of your parents.

I could always count on my mama being
there when I needed her.

I want more than just room and boy.

You know, Sarge, ten minutes after my
parents show up for a visit, my father

starts screaming at me how I don't
understand money while my mother starts

refolding my laundry. And scrubbing the
bathtub and making faces. Oh, you two

are perfect children, right? Look, all I
want is a little help, but things don't

change. I always did my brother's share
of the housework, but I couldn't look in

the mirror and see this face if I know I
didn't do my chores.

Things don't change. My brother Larry is
still hiding.

Listen to his wife.

I send money when I can.

You think that's enough?

It's tough being around them.

You know why?

Because they're only proud of me when
I'm not there.

What is it, a coffee clutch? Come on,
everybody back to work.

Well, suppose I don't know where you
want to go.

You can't do better than I could be.

No.

No, that was not many minutes ago. Thank
you.

Oh.

Okay, fine.

I'll see you there.

Lewis from Youth Gang Squad says the
dagger is upside down.

The Turban Lords take pride in their
work. They wouldn't make that mistake.

My hormones seem to have gotten the
better of me. This guy is very

until you talk to him.

So where'd you decide to go?

We'll decide at tonight's meeting.

We've got to get back to the true roots
of our relationship, you know?

I mean, like a couple of drunks and a
meet.

Can I buy you coffee?

Yeah, sure.

So how's Shea Lacey, huh?

It's like the U .N.

Michael is a third world country who
will only communicate through his

the great negotiator. His father and I
both have a veto, which we're using

against each other.

And tonight is the summit meeting where
we'll decide his fate.

How's the drug homicide?

Almost there, Lieutenant.

We're getting inconsistent reports, sir.

Like?

Like the people that should be defending
him are saying that he sold dope.

But his foreman and a nun who knew him,
they're not buying it.

What are you making at, Sergeant?

The guy was found with a bag of heroin
shoved in his mouth, Lieutenant.

It was in Turban Lord territory.

We shook down two other gang members,
sir. Nothing. Plus, our stoolies are

coming up empty. So he's an independent
who crossed the wrong street.

And now, two guys in a black Chrysler
are popping up everywhere.

So there are the suppliers or partners
looking for his stash or his cash.

Maybe it's narcotics. No, sir. We
already checked. There is no operation

community of any kind.

INS? We're tracing the plates now, sir.

Maybe it's the DEA. No, no, no. If it
was the feds, they would have pulled you

off 24 hours ago.

Major John Hancock said it.

Thank you. Sergeant Cagney? Yeah?

I got the information you wanted on that
car. The address on the registration is

501 Riverside. Great.

Let's go.

Holy shit, Sergeant. I haven't heard of
that one in a long time.

501 Riverside?

It's Grant's tomb.

Please get back to Michael.

Okay.

But I'm not the one who keeps seeing
people who live in Grant's tomb.

Harvey, are we headed for the grassy
knoll here because we had a bargain only

once a year?

Stuff never makes the papers, Mary Beth.

Bob Woodward, he only got the tip of the
iceberg.

Casey, he probably set up hundreds of
independent operatives to take care of

business when things went wrong.

Not to mention the international rings
with their own agendas.

God knows what Central America is all
about.

Honey, Michael.

Oh, okay.

Okay, okay. I just want you to look
beyond your drug theory. That's all. If

does not like his room, why don't we do
something nice for him to fix it up? You

know, maybe a nice built -in desk or
some shelves for his model airplanes?

Mary Beth, that's not what this is all
about.

I don't want to give away Harvey Jr.'s
room.

Aren't you the one that said that in an
open family, nobody has an actual place?

Oh, that was Siri.

Life is not the same as school, Harvey.
What do you want to do, Mary Beth? Turn

this place into a shrine? How would you
like to come home and find your room

gone? Come home, Mary Beth? He will come
back for a visit. He is not coming home

to stay.

He's only 18 years old.

Nothing is forever when you're 18 years
old. I mean, I know it's not going to be

like it was, but I want him to feel that
he has a place to come back to here,

always.

Okay, so what do you say we take
Harvey's stuff, put it into Michael's

it up just like it is in here, maybe
with a fold -out couch?

Harvey Jr. hates that color that Michael
picked out. Michael and I, we paint it

again.

You may not store your brushes in the
refrigerator because I don't like that

smell all over my tuna salad.

Oh.

Okay.

No slasher movies, no war flicks, no
action adventures.

No film noir, no sensitive romances,
nothing with subtitles.

That leaves the Newt Rockne story.

Oh, come on. It's just some of the old
movies. Look, how about Giselle?

The ballet.

Forget it.

No way.

Just like my ex -wife. You scared I'll
burp during the slow parts?

No, I will.

I hate ballet.

You do? Yes.

You do?

Yes.

Where did you go on your last date?
Demolition Derby out at Islip.

No thanks.

I get enough gratuitous violence at
work.

So where did you go?

A restaurant in the village.

Nouvelle Cuisine.

Ah, three mountains of baby barbs
surrounding one poached shrimp.

Terrific. How vivid.

Don't lay this blue -collar man -of -the
-people routine on me, all right? I

happen to be the daughter of a cop.

Oh, great. So what do Irish cops do
besides drink?

Poker? Pettigraft?

Pool? Pool!

You ever play?

That's the game on the green table?

The little balls with the stripes?

That'd be fun.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Love it when you lay it across the
table.

Those tactics don't work on me, macho
man.

Seven side.

You're not going to let me win?

Four in the corner.

Well, you didn't leave me much.

Golly, I get so excited doing so well.

It's been my first game and all. You're
funny, Brian.

You don't like aggressive women?
Honesty's nice.

Winning's nicer.

Oh, okay.

Uh, corn to corn?

Hmm.

Tan up there.

Reduct.

You may be the daughter of an Irish cop,
but you did not grow up in Perry's

Smoker of Billions.

Twelve, back down here.

So what kind of guys you been seeing?
They let you in?

No. Hey, don't be a sore loser,
sweetheart.

I'm not, sweetheart.

Ten o 'clock. I have a very busy day
tomorrow.

And I've got to read Piper Brownstone at
7 a .m.

Well, you certainly don't want to be too
tired for that.

Just like the Irish, you'd rather lose
and be miserable than try again.

Murder,

she said.

Assassinado. Why?

He was a courageous man who spoke the
truth.

You think that silence

will help save you?

Protect you from the terrorists and the
violence?

No, no.

Silence is not the answer.

In the memory of

Felix, she says, don't accept the
murder.

That's no eulogy.

Okay, what was that all about? This is
just like Salvador. This is a nightmare.

What is this? You saw what they did to
Felix. They made an example of him. Why

didn't you report what you saw?

Felix was killed by the death squad.

El Escuadron de la Muerto.

And what are you going to do about it?

Death squad? In New York City? They all
know it. They're just afraid to say it.

Does the death squad shove bags of
heroin in its victims' mouths?

Oh, I've seen the victims.

Felix was tortured by professionals from
Salvador.

Was he found hanging from his wrist?

Why? He was, wasn't he? That's police
information. Oh, don't you ever stop.

Why is that important?

It's not, not anymore, dear God.

I've got to get to Louisa. We'll go with
you. Yeah, maybe she'll get her story

straight. You leave her alone.

This is her time to grieve.

You believe this, Grant?

Gang killings, gay bashings, S &M
homicides, maybe.

But Salvadorian death squads in lower
Manhattan, she's got her beads tied too

tight.

He was hung up, and we've seen it
before. He also had heroin shoved in his

mouth. By his wrist, like she said,
maybe where somebody could see him.

So what do they do?

Quiet terrorist class and destroy their
Uzis in an overhead compartment?

Forget it.

The answer is that damn car, and they
are not Hispanic.

I think our friends in the mystery car
had a little chat with Louisa.

Maybe she had one with them.

Maybe there's another version of the
Louisa story. Hell, for all we know, she

could be the dragon lady of El Salvador.

Did we let her bury her dead?

It's a better day.

I hate this job.

Don't let that penguin get you down.
It's easy to be perfect when you've

renounced the world.

You've got to be kidding us.

They checked us when we moved in.

And they didn't catch the substandard
wiring.

The landlord won't put a nickel into
this place.

You've got exit sprinklers,
extinguishers, 13 major violations.

Now, you're out of business until you
get this taken care of. We feed people

here for God's sake.

Where is she, Mr. Posada? Who?

Louisa Patricio. She's gone. Her
apartment's been ransacked. Where is

should I know?

Don't you keep track of your cases, Mr.
Posada?

All I'm worried about is keeping our
doors open. Suddenly, city halls decided

rattle my cage.

What do you mean, suddenly?

It's amazing what the mentioning of
death squads can do.

If lettuce goes up overnight, that's
death squads, too. Mr. Portada, do you

believe that Felix Patricio was
assassinated by a death squad?

You figure it out.

I've seen a valley full of bodies in
Salvador.

I can't risk my whole operation because
of one death in New York.

I have to concern myself with the
survivors.

Excuse me.

Oh, you, wait a minute. Mira, I want to
talk to you.

All right,

sister, where is she?

I'm not going to... I could take you in,
lady.

Go right ahead.

What you are doing is illegal, sister.

Not according to God.

If Felix was killed by a death squad,
why didn't Louisa speak out?

Did somebody threaten her?

Louisa's only hope is to become
invisible.

She already told us that Felix was
selling drugs.

Louisa isn't guilty of anything.

Maybe, but she has information. And in
the meantime, your good intentions may

protecting some drug -dealing murderer.

Listen, I know you want to solve your
crime, but surely you can find something

more convenient than the way there is a
drug connection.

You're right, sister.

Yes, that's what we're trying to do.
We're trying to find someone else to pin

the wrapper on and just sort of sweep it
under the rug. That's what the police

do. Sounds accurate to me.

Would you give me a break?

What is the matter with you?

I've told you the truth.

Nobody tells the truth, sister.

Nobody? Only their point of view.

I'll pray for you.

I'll pray for you both.

Fine. While you're at it, you want to
ask God to keep the streets safe?

You must miss him very much.

To be so bitter.

I may have a problem with habits.

He's got a problem with bad.

How's it feel, Mary Beth, to be part of
a grand spirit?

How you doing, Jovi?

Doctor? You have a strange and fabulous
visitor waiting in interrogation.

Con permiso, senoras.

Allow me to present Alonzo Yopret.

He's our newest brother.

He has a story to tell.

I wish to confess to the torture...

and murder of Felix Patricio for selling
drugs on a turf.

I will read you your rights and we'll
get a DA down here.

I hung him by his wrist, then I stabbed

him, then I put a plastic bag of heroin
in his mouth.

Take a seat.

I love this.

He sounded like he was reading the Amis
report.

Funny how it was English goes south
every time we asked him about something

else. Time is perfect.

Get us off their backs and fall apart
before it ever gets to court.

What about the man in the car?

Who says all things were probably at the
suit?

You get a confession from a case that
you and I both know is going to end up

unsolved and you don't like it?

We have an accusation that his murder
was actually an assassination.

Assassination? Yes, sir.

By the death squad of the Salvadorian
National Guard, sir.

Well, he was political, Lieutenant.

After hearing that phony confession, I'm
willing to admit that anything is

possible. He was raising money for the
sanctuary movement.

They tortured him and left him hanging
for a lesson. Now, somebody else decided

it was not smart for this type of thing
to go public.

So, the drug war is there.

They cut him down and dressed him up
like one of its numerous victims.

Sit down.

Yes, sir.

You've been discussing cases with your
husband, Lisa? We saw the men,

Lieutenant.

Everywhere we go, two guys in a Chrysler
get there first.

Everywhere.

They probably shut up the workers and
then Louisa.

And then when the nuns started shooting
off her mouth, they sent the health

department to the center.

And then tossed us that phony
confession.

They being the guys in the car?

Yes, sir.

Well, whoever they are, they're pretty
busy guys.

Who came in this morning?

They found the car?

Parked in a lot out at Kennedy.

No prints, no dust, no sign of human
habitation.

Cleanest car I've ever seen.

Wow.

They're better at this than we are.

They have access to the gang files, to
the DMV, to the health department,

to the INS, and to the M .E .S. files.

Who do you think they are, sir?

Who knows?

I suggest that the both of you just go
on out and take a nice long lunch and

come on back here and go to work in the
real world.

That confession's going to be thrown out
of court.

And you're going to sell them on death
squads and a government cover -up?

Suppose they decide to off that nun.

What if they decide to do the same to
you?

Let me remind you that if you two are
even remotely correct on this, you're

not immune from harassment.

Louise is gone. We can't help her now.

The widow?

Gone underground, sir.

She's probably safer there, Lacey.

Yeah.

Yeah. I'll forward the files to
intelligence.

I mean, it's over.

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