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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.