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(tense music)

(dog barking)

(tires squealing)

(dispatch conversing)

(cork pops)

(liquid pouring)

(helicopter whirring)

(glass shattering)

(horns honking)

(upbeat music)

(thieves speaking indistinctly)

- Yo, what you got in the bag, man?

- Get that, get that.

Yo, it's probably money in this fucker.

- Shit, he looks thirsty.

Here you go.

Oh, shit!

(wood rattling)

- Stop, motherfucker!

Yeah?

(thief exclaiming)

Don't fucking move.

Drop it!

You got the right to remain silent,

now shut the fuck up.

Let's go.

- 2595 ground to central,

we got two under arrest for robbery,

we're taking them back to the house.

- [Dispatch] 10-4.

Units, we have a hostage situation.

Man with a gun at (indistinct).

- Ooh, we got a gun fight
to go to, pard, saddle up.

- Yo, what do you mean gun fight?

- Get in.

- You can't take us to a gun fight.

Look, man, we know our rights!

- Hey, listen, this is the price you pay

for costing us gas and a
citation us on our beat.

Now get in, let's go.
- Come on, man.

We know our rights.

- [Thief] How the fuck we
supposed to know your cops?

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(group conversing)
(cellphone ringing)

- Hello?

Hey, Chaz, what are you
laying on Philly tomorrow?

All right, put me down 50 times.

- [Officer] Watch it, hey, fellas,

step back over the line.
- You got damn debts

all over town, what are you
trying to bury yourself?

- Don't worry about it, it's
not my money I'm betting.

- [Bo] Who the fuck's money is it then?

- The bookie's, I won yesterday.

- Duke, Chinese arithmetics aside,

your thing ain't gonna hold.

(pedestrian exclaims)

I don't wanna be around when
they start shoveling dirt.

(group conversing)

What we got?

- Spanish guy, shot his
wife then the store cop,

then he grabbed a kid,

ran over to the produce mart over there.

Looks like a child custody thing.

- Anybody establish contact with the geek?

- No, he's wounded and
threatening to kill himself

and the kid if he doesn't get
a pass out of the building.

- Yo, Popi, you okay?

Listen, Popi, my name is Bo.

I'm gonna come in there and I
wanna talk to you, all right?

You hear me?

- [Popi] Not a great time, motherfucker.

I'll take my little girl with me, man.

I swear to God, man!

(dramatic music)

- Take it easy, Popi, huh?

There's a way out of this thing.

And nobody else has to get hurt.

Now in a minute, I'm gonna come in there

and I'm gonna throw my gun on the floor.

- Watch out.

- I'm even gonna take my shirt off,

so you can see I ain't armed.

If he gets me, you make sure
you shoot this cocksucker.

- If he gets you, I get to go home early.

- Fuck you.

Okay, Popi, here I come, nice and slow.

- Wait, wait.

My partner don't need no help.

- You see my gun?

Okay, now I'm gonna slide
it on the floor to you,

nice and easy.

Here it comes.

(siren wailing)

How you doing?

- How it look like I'm doing?

Tell those cops to get back, man,

I'm not fucking around!

- I can see that, Popi.

I came here in 'cause I
wanna help you, all right?

- Man, I love my wife.

Man, I love my wife and she cheated on me

with my own brother, man,
that's fucked up, man!

- I hear that.

That is definitely fucked up, Popi.

Now what do you say to
letting me help you, huh?

What do you say you and
me make a little trade?

You let your daughter go
and you hold on to me.

- You don't mean shit

to me, man.
(gun cocks)

I'll kill you right now.

- Look, I ain't no hero, okay?

I don't wanna die.

You're the boss.

I wanna help you.

Let her go and you take me for a hostage.

I'm a bigger shield for you.

- Please, Popi, let me go, please.

- Come on, Popi, let her go.

(gun shot)

(Popi yells)

- Bye, motherfucker!

- Hey, Popi!
(Bo claps)

- Stay the fuck back, assholes.

- Stay with me now, Popi, huh?

(officers conversing)

(dramatic music)

Let me help you.

Hey, I wanna help you, all right?

- You love me, baby?

- Yes, I do, Popi.

- You love me?

- Yes, I do.

- Go!

Go!

(child sobs)

(gun shot)

(group yelling)

- [Officer] I'll take her, Bo.

- Go ahead, sweetie, it's all right.

- Come on, honey.

Okay, it's okay.

(somber music)

- Let's go, man.

(siren wailing)

- No sleeping on the job, Bruno.

(dog barking)

(jazzy music)
(bar patrons conversing)

Who's up?

- New York's getting murdered.

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on.

See, it's been like that all night.

- Remember when you were
talking about a ball club

and not a franchise?

Thanks, Rudy.

Man, how are you gonna
pray for a guy to get a hit

and he's making that kind of money.

- You bet as much as me,
believe me, you'll pray.

Hey, any word on that little girl?

- It's not good.

- I went home and a hugged my daughter,

I squeezed her as hard as I could.

She looked at me she says,
"Daddy, how come you're so sad?"

Four years old, she reads me like a book.

- Richie's been waiting for you all night.

- I know I'm late, is he still back there?

- He's at his table.

- All right, I'm going.

- Hey, Duke.

- Frankie.

- You looking for me?

- Here, I'm gonna have to
double up on the bid next week.

- I hate to see this
thing get out of hand,

you know what I mean?

- Don't worry about it.

- Yeah, right.

My man, Bo.

Hey, what's happening?

- I thought you paid
him what you owed him.

- Almost.

Don't worry about it, pard,

I got it under control.

Go say happy birthday to your goombah.

It's okay.

- All right, make sure you
put something in your stomach.

- Can you get me another wine, please?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- Well, well, well, hey, Dietl.

- Hey, O'Hara.

- I was wondering when
you'd make an appearance.

- From the looks of you,

I guess Richie showed up with Terry.

- Well, yeah, it's his birthday.

We didn't need a crystal
ball to call that one,

now did we?

- You okay?

- I'm terrific.

(group conversing)

- [Richie] Hey!

♪ Rock-a-bye, my baby ♪

♪ With a dixie melody ♪

♪ When you croon, croon a
tune from the heart of dixie ♪

(group applauding)

- It's about time you showed up.

- Happy birthday.

- [Terry] Hold on, let me get a picture.

- [Guest] Get one, get one!

- [Group] Say cheese.

- [Guest] Oh!

(group conversing)

(glass clanking)

- I'd like to propose a toast.

- A toast!

- Shut up, Philly, please, thank you.

(group laughing)

- Give me a gun, I'll shut him up.

- I've been friends with
Richie since kindergarten

and not a day goes by
I don't ask myself why.

- [Philly] Why.

(group laughing)

- Seriously, seriously,
I've known him a long time,

and one thing has never changed,

he's always been my best friend.

So a toast to Richie's
health and happiness.

I love you, man.

Happy birthday to Richie.

- To your health.
- Salud!

- Salud!
- Happy birthday.

- Beautiful toast, Bo.

- [Guest] Wow, nothing like a good wine.

- Thanks for coming.

- Happy birthday.

- Bo, you gotta taste
the cake from Ferrara's.

Richie tell Bo-

(group conversing)

- Hey, Uncle Sally!

- Happy birthday, kiddo.

I love you.

Look at this.

- [Richie] Hey, remember this guy?

- Hey.

(Uncle Sally chuckles)

- Those hands went and picked up a badge?

You son of a gun.

(group conversing)

(group laughing)

- Now come on, you.
- Oh god, your face.

- Richie, this used to be a
classy place, what happened?

- Jelly.

- They're leaving.

(group laughing)

Excuse me, your presence
is not wanted here.

- It's amazing what a friendly
word from Jelly can do.

Fuck them.

- There's no bill, you gotta go, come on.

- What, we were just having some fun.

- There's the door.

(corks popping)

(group conversing)

(tense music)

(gun shot)

(jazzy music)

(siren wailing)

- Hey, Bo, Lieutenant's
been looking for you.

- You seen Duke?

- He's in his office with him.

- I'll talk to you later.

- All right, baby.

(phone ringing)
(group conversing)

- What's going on?

- A bunch of fucking bullshit.

- About what?

- Bo, you're the best cop
I've ever had work for me.

But I swear to Christ,
you're your own worst enemy.

I've got a couple of feds in my office

that wanna talk to you.

Come on.

Officer Dietl, I'd like to introduce you

to Agents Jean Devlin and Burt Payne

from the FBI's organized crime task force,

police and district of the United States.

The agents are curious

why you turned up in their OC surveillance

socializing with senior mafiosos.

- Officer Dietl, what is your relationship

with Sally Florio?

- From the neighborhood up here.

I've known him since I was a kid.

- A police officer with personal ties

to the under boss of one of
the biggest crime families

in the country?

This is a little troubling to the bureau.

- He doesn't discuss his business with me,

I don't discuss mine with him.

- We've got you two playing kissy face.

Unless you're dicking
each other on the side,

I think you better come up
with a better story than that.

(Bo laughs)

- I was having a birthday
drink with his nephew.

I've known him since kindergarten.

Then Florio walked in.

You know, you got some mouth on you, lady.

- His nephew, Richie La Cassa,

also happens to be a ranking capo

with the same crime family.

A made man you admit
having lifelong ties with,

yet you see no conflict here

as a New York City police officer?

- No.

- Well, I'm afraid we
don't agree with you.

- Like I give a flying rat's ass, lady.

- [Frankie] Bo.

- Look, I run into these guys
from time to time, so what?

- Our surveillance indicates otherwise.

And as you should know,

consorting with known
members of organized crime

is a serious breach of conduct.

- Let me ask you something,

a thing goes down, who am I gonna go see?

Some physic with blue hair?

You want help, you go
to the people who know.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Our concern is just how
helpful you've been to them

in return, Officer Dietl.

- The answer is zip,
absolutely fucking zero.

- We have more than enough documentation

on your association with the Florio crew

to recommend a full IAD investigation.

- Investigate the hairs
on my ass, okay, pal?

- Dietl, we know you're dirty.

- Eat me, lady.

I bust my balls on a job.

I ain't gonna listen to this fucking-

- That's enough, Bo.

- You got any evidence,

I suggest you put up or shut the fuck up.

- Goddamn it, sit down.

- Lieutenant Raggio, can
we have a few moments alone

with Officer Dietl?

We'd like to give you the
opportunity once and for all

to prove whose team you're on.

Bottom of the page,

US attorney wants Sally
Florio and his crew.

Florio is a paranoid man.

Who can blame him after
what Sammy the Bull

did to his pal John Gotti.

He's super careful about how and where

he conducts his business.

- Where is stands now, Florio
does most of his business

out of your pal Richie's car.

Which is secure, thanks
to their rottweiler

that guards it day and night.

- So you guys can't get past the dog?

(Bo chuckles)

- No, but you can.

- Audio transmitter.

Which when planted by you in Richie's car

hangs Florio with his own words.

- As a police officer,

you don't have a problem
with Florio and his nephew

going to jail, do you?

- When I picked up my badge,

I didn't shit can my integrity.

You want those guys, it's your problem.

- You have a unique
definition of integrity.

- You wanna hurt me, lady?

Give it your best shot.

In the meantime,

I suggest the two of
yous go fuck yourselves.

- You've been formally advised

that this matter will be turned over

to your department's
internal affairs division.

- Say goodbye to your career, Dietl.

(door slams)

- Well, are you happy now, Bo?

- You know I got nothing to hide, Frankie.

- If IAD chooses to buy
this consorting charge,

you can lose everything,
badge and pension.

You're gonna get yourself a lawyer.

- I don't need a lawyer.

- You better get a good lawyer

and PBA rep in on this,

and while you're waiting
for your fucking hearing,

you are gonna follow department procedure

to the letter, am I understood?

(dramatic music)

- Richie's been like a
brother to me my whole life.

When I graduated from the academy,

he was there, he gave
me a kiss on the cheek,

he shook my hand, he wished me good luck.

My father's funeral, he cried like a baby.

Now these cock-sucking no
conscience feds show up

expecting me to jam him up, fuck them.

- Those feds are looking
for me to hurt you.

And if internal affairs comes after you,

they're coming after me too.

I'm your partner.

I got $11,000 in parking
tickets, plus my gambling,

they'll fucking hang me.

- I ought to turn you in,

got your pass from the IAD.

- That ain't even funny, Bo.

- What the fuck you doing?

- Taking my medication.

- [Bo] Not on the clock, all right?

Please, I got enough on my mind.

- Okay, Mommy.

(siren wailing)

- What do we got here?

Hey, Scarfacci, what's going on?

- It's bad, Bo.

A nun's raped and beaten real bad.

Don't think she's gonna make it.

- [Officer] Just keep
them straight out here.

- [Paramedic] Got it, got it.

- [Officer] Okay, everybody, clear it out.

- Nice and easy.
- Back up, please.

Coming through.

Move over, please.

Move against the wall, please.

Thank you.

All right, go ahead, go ahead, you got it.

- Oh, shit, it looks like
Denny Reagan caught this one.

- You know that douche bag?

- Joe fucking test
anchor from the academy,

couldn't collar a blind perp

if he was trapped in a phone booth,

so they made him lieutenant.

- Not surprised.

- Get it to the lab.

- Hey, Denny, what do you got?

- You're not gonna believe this.

Besides raping the poor woman,

they beat her head in
with a statue of Madonna.

- Jesus Christ.

- Is it all right if we take a look?

- They cut crucifixes all over her body,

we counted over 40 of them.

Then they pissed on her.

- Is she gonna make it?

- Doesn't look good.

- House full of nuns,
nobody heard her scream?

- They were all away on retreat,

but this one stayed home sick.

(siren wailing)

- Who found her?

- Cleaning lady.

What do you got for me?

- [Detective] Yeah, get a
picture of that right away.

Lieutenant Reagan.

- [Denny] Inspector.

(shutter clicking)

Do you want me to do this?

- [Detective] Yes.

- What kind of an animal would do this?

- Look, guys, we're all covered here.

- You sure there isn't anything we can do?

I mean, this is our backyard.

- Thanks, but if you guys don't mind

we'd appreciate if you'd help us

preserve the integrity of the scene.

You understand?

- Yes, sir, Lieutenant.
(dramatic music)

(dog barking)

- Be a good boy, huh?

Yeah, where's the rat?

Where's the rat?

- One more before I close up.

- Thanks, Rudy.

- They've been going at it all night.

(mellow music)

- Just do me a favor, think about it.

Hey.

- Hey, what's going on?

- I gotta get out of here

before she puts a fucking
knife in my heart.

Listen, we need to talk.

Your friend Duke's digging
a hole for himself.

- [Bo] Hey, O'Hara.

- Hey, yourself.

- Big night?

- You don't wanna know.

To those of us who know better,

but get up in the morning anyway.

- Okay.

Who's better than us?

- Nobody.

You think I could get
a police escort home?

- You got it.

(dog barking)

- [Reporter] Raped and brutalized

in an upper Manhattan
convent yesterday morning.

The nun, whose name is being withheld

is 26 years old and teaches at
St. Cosmas Elementary School

in East Harlem.

Police have no-

- Jesus, that's your beat, isn't it?

- Me and Duke, we're jumping
out of our skins about it,

but they won't let us work on it.

(Joey scoffs)

- You got a cigarette?

- No.

- I ended it with Richie tonight.

His wife, his kids,

the four years of trying
to outsmart myself

about a relationship I
knew would never work.

- And the restaurant?

- I made that place, let him buy me out.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you about-

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,

you and I have known
each other a long time.

- Not as long as you and Richie go back.

Besides, it's good, I
need to change my life.

You know, turn a corner, roll the dice.

You ever get that feeling, Dietl?

- Just about every time
I look at you, kiddo.

- Come on, Dietl.

- What are we talking about, right?

- I don't know, you tell me.

Have you ever thought
about me in those terms?

- What terms are we talking about?

- As someone who you think
you could turn a corner with.

- Come on, O'Hara.

- Well, you definitely made my day.

(dramatic music)

- Forensics is in there right now,

and the whole area is secure.

And you're gonna love this,

we got a terrific set of prints.

- All chiefs, no Indians,

these guys couldn't find
a coffee bean in Brazil.

- Should have heard the
fucking mayor on the news.

The creme de la creme of
this police department

have banded together to
crack this heinous crime.

- Creme de my dick.

- So it looks like it was a rooftop entry.

- Hey, Sarge.

- Yeah?

- What'd you hear about this thing?

- The nun's still in a coma,
(phone ringing)

if she survives, she'll be a vegetable.

- Some animal's still
running around out there.

- Forensics says the semen test indicates

they're looking at the two donors.

- [Denny] Yes, Chief, I got
everything under control,

we're gonna get this guy.

(dramatic music)

- All right, so we got
two semen samples, right?

A sex deviant, he don't work in pairs.

He does his business on his own.

What we've probably got
is a couple of pipe heads,

whacked out of their minds on rock,

trying to commit a simple burglary.

This was no sex crime.

- But sex was an act of crime.

The nun surprised them and they went nuts.

- [Dispatch] Hey, Dietl, pick up.

You got a call from a Richie.

- All right, let's go.

- [Dispatch] He says you
know where to get him.

- Bo, Bo!

Bo.

- What's going on?

- You won't fucking believe me.

Come inside the club.

- Can't do it.

- Bo, listen to me,

Richie and Sally Florio
offered 25 grand reward

in the street over this nun thing.

We got somebody in there
who knows who raped the nun.

- Gunsmoke, don't you owe me money?

- Hey, how you doing, you all right?

- Yeah.

- Who's this?

- Some yo looking for a reward.

Guano here says the guys who raped the nun

are two morons from Lenox Avenue.

That right, Paco?

- [Bo] Two players, huh?

- That's right.

You cops?

- How do you know they're from Lenox?

- I wanna make sure I see
that 25 thou, all right?

- Asshole, talk to the man.

You'll get your money if
your story isn't bullshit.

- These two guys, they homies of yours?

- Nah, man, Lenox Avenue brothers.

- Lenox and what?

- 128.

I was up there seeing this kid I know,

these two Black brothers come in

looking to unload some swag.

They had this crucifix with
like jewels and shit on it.

- What'd these two guys look like?

- Tall, skinny, pipe head,
all fucked up on shit.

- [Bo] What about his partner?

- He looked like little frijole,

and he walked with a limp.

He was fucked up too.

- Did he walked with a limp
'cause he was crippled,

or 'cause he was fucked up?

- He was limping, man.

I mean, I was fucked up myself,

you know what I'm saying?

- Whose offense?

- Some Haitian brother from
uptown, Toulouse or some shit.

- Yeah, you got an address?

We need an exact address.

- And I need to see some
fucking greens in my hands,

you know what I'm saying?

(hand thwacks)

- Oh, man!
- Whoa, hold on a second.

Hey, don't fuck around.

What's the address?

- 629, I think.

- You're wasting their
time, you're fucking dead,

you got that?

- Richie, take it easy.

We'll check it out.

I'll see you later.

- Yeah, see you.

(hip-hop music)

- This is it right here, 629.

Hey, we're looking for
Toulouse, is he around?

- Fuck them, man, roll the dice.

(group conversing)

(dice rattling)

- Hey, hold up.

Hey, hold up, hold up, come on.

You know who we are,

why don't you show us
a little respect, huh?

- Get the fuck out of here, man.

Go ahead, man, do your thing, baby.

- That's very rude.

- Yes!

- [Person In Red Shirt]
Yo, come on, put some down.

- Game over.

- The game's over.

The game's over.

- What's up?

- What's up?

What's up?

Do you believe this motherfucker?

- You don't know my mother,

don't talk about my mother, all right?

- What?
- Oh, shit.

(hand thwacks)

(objects rattling)

- Whoa, back off, fair fight.

- Hey.

- You gonna do it or what?

You want some of me?

(lid rattles)

- We're looking for Toulouse,
he live in this building?

- Actually, Toulouse
should be getting married

right about now.

- Where?
(horn honking)

- You might wanna try First Pentecostal

down on 127th Street.

(gospel music)

- What is going on?

Leave him!

What is wrong with you damn police?

Don't you see that we just got married?

Leave him alone!

I'm gonna sue the whole
fucking police department.

I will sue the police department.

Leave him the fuck alone!

What has he done?

What's going on?

What's going on?

Leave him!

(tires squealing)

- Whoa, got a regular
Homeboy Shopping Club here.

- You got paper to do this?

- Yeah, we got rolls of it.

Sit down.

- Listen to the man.

- The crucifix with the
jewels, where is it?

- I already told you,

I don't know nothing
about no shit like that.

- Don't fuck with us!

Where's the crucifix?

- I want my lawyer.

- Fuck you and your lawyer.

Now we don't give a rat's
ass about your swag.

We just want the crucifix.

- I don't know nothing
what you talking about.

- He don't know what we're talking about.

- "I want my lawyer, I don't
know what you talking about."

(glass shattering)

(toolbox rattling)

- Think about it.

- I don't know nothing about no crucifix.

(hand thwacks)

(glass shattering)

- You heard about what
they did to the nun, right?

They raped her, and they beat her,

and they don't think she's gonna make it.

Now either you start helping
us out with this thing,

or you are going to be an
accessory to homicide, my friend.

- I ain't crazy, I had
nothing to do with that.

- You can come out a winner
here, La Truce, no shit.

(glass shattering)

- The crucifix thing was
filled with dime store glass.

I didn't want no part of it.

- The guys who brought it
to you, what's their names?

- I don't know no names, man.

- You don't know names.

(objects rattling)

- All I know is he calls himself Miami.

I don't know his bro.

- This other bro, he got a limp?

- Blood don't limp, man, he bops.

- He bops.

- Bops, you know, bops.

- Okay, okay, sit down.

So he bops, that means he ain't a cripple.

Now these guys, they happen to mention

where they picked up the crucifix?

- Word up, they don't say.

- They bring you anything else?

- Just the cross.

- [Duke] This Miami,
where can we find him?

- I don't know, man.

Oh, man!

- [Bo] Hold on a minute!

- I don't know.

- All right, fuck this,
you're under arrest.

Lots of stolen merchandise
here, buddy, huh?

- Joey, today she asked me if
I wanted to be her partner.

- So what's the problem?

- She broke it off with Richie,

you think he's just gonna
walk away from this place?

- You ready to make a change?

- Bo, I'm over 60,

I got a few dollars put aside,

but with Richie, I don't have no problems.

- You worry too much.

- Yeah, I figure maybe
you can talk to him.

You know, I don't wanna get in the middle

of something with Joey.

- I'll talk to him.

- Appreciate it.

- You got it.

- That's okay, Rudy, you
can just leave the bottle.

So some people from the
FBI were here today.

They're asking me all sorts
of questions about Richie

and his investment position here.

(dramatic music)

They think that Richie and Sally Florio

are the real owners here

and they're just using this
place to launder money.

Bo, I swear on my mother, it's not true.

- Then you got nothing to worry about.

- Well, they were asking
me a lot of questions

about you too.

Insinuating that you were dirty

and if I was interesting in jamming you up

they would spare me a lot of grief.

- Don't worry about them, all right?

- Come on, Bo, don't be naive.

- So it's really over
between you and Richie?

- Yep, over and out.

(cellphone ringing)

- Dietl.

Richie.

All right.

All right, I'll be right there.

(cellphone beeps)

I gotta go, some problem with Duke.

- What, he's with Richie?

- I don't know.

I'll see you later.

(upbeat music)

- [Duke] Six to you.

- Six to me.

- I'm going out of my mind with this kid,

you gotta help me straighten him out.

Bo, your partner, he's
got balls up to here,

but shit for brains.

- Do me a favor and get the
fuck out of my face, huh?

- What's that?

- Frankie, Frank, relax,
bud, I'll take care of this.

- Appreciate that.

- Yeah.

- Come on, baby.

- What the hell is going on?

- He's in the hole 10 large down.

- $10,000?

Jesus Christ, Richie, I know he owed,

but nothing like this.

- He's got the fucking balls
to come in one of our places?

- Why the fuck did you
let him get in so deep?

- Hey, he's your partner.

Maybe took advantage of that fact.

- Where the hell is he?

- Now he just happened to stop by here.

We see Cowboy's up about five large,

so I'd suggest maybe he wants
to make some contribution

to the serious fucking big he owes.

Duke goes fucking crazy,
puts his gun in Knot's face,

tells him go suck dick.

- I'll raise you six high.

- All right, you raise me
six, I raise you another six,

plus one, 13's my lucky number.

- 14's my lucky fucking number.

- Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

Queens over Jacks.

- Queens over Jacks.

Four nines.

Four of a kind.

Hey, Duke, sometimes life
a real kick in the ass.

(Duke exclaims)

(glass shatters)

- Motherfucker!

Cock-sucking motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

Fuck you, you cocksucker.

You're dead, motherfucker!

- Fuck you!

Get the fuck out of here!

(door slams)

- This way.

- I'm not a fucking nerd.

- Slow down, I wanna talk to you a minute.

I said I wanna talk to you a minute.

You're out of control.

Now when are you gonna stop
with this fucking bullshit?

(siren wailing)

- Well, goddamn it,
sometimes a man's gotta do

what a man's gotta do.

- Hey!

(dramatic music)

You're killing yourself with the booze,

you owe money you can't pay back,

you got parking tickets
up the fucking ass.

Duke, you might lose your badge.

(somber music)

- I'm trying.

- Now listen to me, do me a favor,

go home and get some sleep, all right?

We gotta be on a job in a couple of hours.

- I'll be there.

- Classic crash and
burn, that fucking guy.

Yeah, I wouldn't want him watching my back

if push came to blood.

- Richie, please, he's all right.

He just can't get out of his own way.

You got a cigarette?

- I thought you quit.

Remember when we used
to buy those Lucy Smokes

at Cheap Charlies, a nickel a piece?

- Yeah, then we'd hit him up

for all the candy we could heist.

- We never spend time anymore.

- You don't understand,

when you look at Duke you
don't see the eight years

he's got on the job,

the dump he lives in
with his wife and kids,

the frustration he's got
over being a first class cop

who just let the job beat his heart out.

- You trying to convince me
or yourself about this guy?

- Two years ago, we're chasing
a shooter into a basement

over on 118th,

I go down, I'm searching in the dark,

my flashlight takes a shit on me,

all of a sudden I turn around,

this guy comes up behind up

and puts a gun to the back of my head,

Richie, he was gonna blow me away.

Duke, swear to God, comes out of nowhere,

jumps on this guy, takes him down,

takes a bullet in the ribs for me.

- No shit?

And then what?

- Duke goes down, the shooter,

he's still trying to get at me,

I empty my gun on the son of a bitch.

- Man, it's a shame about
the money this guy owes.

- Richie, we both know the
money he owes is your money.

Frankie Hot, he just puts
it out on the street.

- Hey, nobody shoved the
fucking gun in Duke's mouth

and made him run up these debts.

- I know, I know.

But maybe, if you could
give a little break on him,

then he could get a shot to climb out.

- Are you asking me to
make his problem disappear?

- No.

Forget it, I'm sorry,

I shouldn't even be
having the conversation.

- You're not.

But maybe let me see what I
can do about a magic number,

solve everybody's problem.

- A magic number?

- He took a bullet for my
best friend, I got that right?

- Yeah.

Thanks, Richie, I appreciate it.

I gotta go to work.

- You hear about Joey and me?

- Yeah, she mentioned to me

that you had a little falling out.

- Yeah, what else she say?

- Only that, you know, you're a prick

and you had a shot and you blew it.

- She said that?

- No.

Now can I go now?

(Bo laughs)

- Joey's a great girl,

but no way I walk away from my kids.

- I'll see you later.

- Hey, those guys from Lenox Avenue,

that turn out to be anything?

- Maybe, we'll see.
(dog barking)

I'll see you later.

- All right.

- Thanks for the pizza, huh?

(cell door buzzes)

You got something to tell us?

- Sure do.

But not in here.

- Open the door.

- My mind ain't been itself lately,

you know, with the wedding
and shit, you know.

My memory been playing tricks on me.

But this morning, I woke up,

and I got a flash about one of them dudes

you're looking for.

- A flash?

- Yeah, the Lord righteous-ized my mind

and it came to me about the
brother with the crucifix.

- [Bo] What's this brother's name?

- Curtis.

- Curtis?

- Curtis Wilkins.

- [Duke] Where's he at?

- Over in Sunny Side.

- Queens?

- [Toulouse] Mm-hmm.

- We heard he was from Lenox Avenue.

- Oh, no, man.

He lives with his sister
over in Queens, 529 Lefferts.

- The Lord wouldn't be playing tricks

on your mind again now would he?

- Oh, the Lord wouldn't do me like that.

But please, you didn't get
that name from me, please.

(tense music)

(airplane whooshing)

- Yeah.
(dramatic music)

No, no, that is not what I said.

No, I said I would try.

(doorbell buzzes)

- Go see who's at the door.

- No, it's just Curtis acting a fool.

No, I can't be out of here-

- Go see who's at the door.

Drop your gun.

Drop your fucking gun
or I'll kill you, man.

- Hold it right there, asshole.

- Don't shoot him, please.

- I'll cut his fucking head off.

- Curtis, don't do this, please.

Please, baby, don't do this.

- Don't make no difference to me, Curtis.

You kill him, I cap you,
I get a medal and a raise.

Drop the knife.

- [Curtis' Sister] Don't shoot him!

- Look, you're fucking crazy, man.

What would you want me for?

- Drop the knife.

- If you don't back up right now

I'm gonna cut off his fucking head.

- [Curtis' Sister] Curtis, no!

- It's your move, Curtis.

I could use the raise.

Drop the knife.

- Shoot him!

- Drop the knife or I'll
blow your fucking head off!

Drop it now!

(Curtis groaning)

(phone ringing)

- I'm gonna park him in the fish bowl.

- Toulouse's story checked
out, so we ought to let him go.

- From the convent?

- Looks like it.

We ought to get that over to forensics.

(dramatic music)

So your crib is over in Queens,

what the fuck were you
doing in East Harlem?

- Just visiting a friend, man.

- Same friend you did the nun with?

Answer my fucking question, you asshole.

- You're gonna start feeling

a whole lot better about yourself, Curtis,

you get all this off your
chest, you know what I'm saying?

- Well, I want a lawyer.

- A lawyer?

I'm gonna need a fucking lawyer

when I'm done with you,
motherfucker, you hear me?

(Curtis coughing)

- Curtis, you can have a lawyer, Curtis,

but if this nun dies, and
it looks like she might,

you're looking at the death penalty.

Let him go, Duke.

Duke, let him go!

(Curtis coughing)

You're also looking at
aggravated sexual assault,

rape, torture, and sodomy.

That's just for starters, my friend.

- You wanna go in front
of a jury on those counts?

I don't think so.

- You'll fry like fucking chicken steak.

God forbid you don't get the big D,

then your problems really start

once you get to prison population.

- You know what they do to sex offenders

in the joint, sweet cheeks?

- A nun no less.

You'll be begging for the
fucking death penalty.

- Look, me and Ka'reem, man,

we'd been doing rock for days, man.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Ka'reem who?

- Ka'reem Roshawn.

- This the brother that
bops when he walks?

- I guess so.

- So you and Ka'reem broke
in then what happened?

- The sister was sleeping

and Ka'reem wanted to
have some fun with her,

and she started screaming,

so Ka'reem hit her, man,
he hit her with the statue.

- Ka'reem hit her with the statue?

- So you guys broke in
there and you found the nun,

and Ka'reem went crazy all by himself,

is that what you're telling us?

- That's right, that's the fucking truth.

- Fuck you, Curtis.

We got semen samples showing
two different blood types.

Now you want our help,

you gotta be straight with
us right here, right now.

- Okay, maybe I had sex with her.

- Maybe you had sex with her?

- But it was Ka'reem who hit
her with the statue, man,

I swear it.

- And all them crosses
that were carved into her,

Ka'reem did that all by himself,

you had nothing to do with that either?

- Look, I'm telling you,
man, Ka'reem just went crazy.

He went crazy and did
it, man, like I said.

- Ka'reem carved all 40
crosses into that nun,

is that what you're saying?

- Look, I told y'all,
man, Ka'reem did it all.

Ka'reem did it.

- Okay, Curtis, let's say we believe you.

Now you can help yourself in a big way.

Where do we find Ka'reem?

(Curtis chuckles)

It's only a matter of time, Curtis.

Look at me.

We're gonna catch Ka'reem.

Now you can score big points for yourself.

Where do we find Ka'reem?

- 487 Lenox Ave.

(phone ringing)

- Sergeant Diaz, we
just broke the nun case.

- Hey, nice going.

- Put this guy in the tank now.

- Bo and Duke, good going, man.

- There's another guy out there.

- Slow down, I gotta bring
Reagan and his people

into the loop.

- What?

Hey, we made this case,
Sarge, this is our calling.

- Are you guys out of your minds, huh?

With a high profile case like this

how's it gonna look if you
steal their thunder, huh?

- Their thunder?

- We've been working on this case

while they've been out
there walking around

with their fucking heads up their asses.

- Hey, read my lips,

there's no way I'm putting
my pension on the line.

Now excuse me, I gotta call Reagan.

- This Ka'reem is still out there.

We still got a chance to catch him.

Now you bring in a task force

and he might slip through the cracks.

- There's nothing I can do about it.

- No, you can start by taking your nose

out of Reagan's ass.

- What'd you say?

- I said you could start
by taking your nose

out of Reagan's asshole.

- Hey, Bo, get this broken
down drunk out of my sight.

- Come on, Sarge!

Come on, you ass kissing pencil pusher.

You fucking ass kisser.

- Hey, Bo, don't you leave this building

and that's an order.

(dramatic music)

(Bo knocking)

- [Ka'Reem's Mother] Who's there?

- Police, open the door.

- Open the door!

- [Ka'reem's Mother] Who you looking for?

- We wanna talk to Ka'reem.

Open the door!

- Ka'reem ain't here.

(stairs rattling)

(objects clattering)

- Ka'reem, hold up, we
just wanna talk to you.

Stop running, you fuck!

(gun shots)

(glass shatters)

- Bo!

(gun shot)

(siren wailing)

(Ka'reem's Mother sobbing)

(somber music)

(siren wailing)
(helicopter whirring)

- The conclusion of one

of the most intense
criminal investigations

in New York City history

could not have been accomplished

without the intensive efforts

of the joint task force assembled

to investigate this heinous crime.

The initial suspect
apprehended, Curtis Wilkins,

age 22, South Side.
- Come on,

you're gonna look beautiful on television.

- You too.

I didn't know you owned a tie.

- His alleged accomplice,

Ka'reem Roshawn, 23 of
Lenox Avenue, Manhattan.

Mr. Roshawn resisted arrest this morning

and died of wounds received
in a fierce gun battle

with myself and other
task force detectives.

- Can you believe this fucking bullshit?

- He didn't even mention us.

- We'll take your questions
at this time now, thank you.

- [Reporters] Lieutenant Reagan!

- Hey, I got a question.

You and your task force?

- Excuse me.

Do we have any questions over here?

- [Duke] How did you

and that pack of nutless
wonders do anything?

- Officer Finnerty, please remove yourself

from this conference.

- Me and my partner, you didn't do shit.

I shot that guy.

- Officer Finnerty, please be advised

that both and your
partner are facing charges

of improper procedure and insubordination

for obstructing the course
of this investigation.

- Oh, is that a fact?
- Now will you please

just step to the back?

- Obstructing the course
of this investigation?

- Please just step to the back.

- [Reporter] Lieutenant
Reagan, who is that?

- I want you and this drunk cocksucker

to get the hell out of here, you hear me?

Any questions over here, please?

(group exclaiming)

(reporters yelling)

(dramatic music)

(doorbell rings)

- I know it's late, I hope you don't mind.

- Close the door, please.

So it was all over the news tonight.

You guys solved the biggest case in years,

and they suspend you.

- It looks that way.

- God, Dietl, I don't know.

Sometimes do you get the feeling

that life is trying to tell us something?

- Like what?

- I don't know. (scoffs)

I don't know.

Maybe it's time to pack in this city.

- Then what?

If this is all wrong, you gotta tell me.

(mellow music)

- Anything you want,
we're gonna get it all.

Anything you want.

I like doing the dancing bop.

Hold on, wait a minute,
what the fuck is this?

- What?

- Hey, Duke!

Hey, Duke, yo, wagon train!

Hey, Sheriff, I hear you lost your badge.

Fucking deadbeat, here.

Buy yourself a life.

Here, give him another one.

Poor prick, you sad motherfucker.

- Here you go.
- Here.

Men are from Heaven, baby.

And another one, fucking degenerate.

Yeah, pick it up.

Yeah, it's a C note.

Pick the fucking money up.

Pick it up.

Here, you cocksucker.

- You're so bad.

- Try to get lucky.

- [Long-Haired Date] I
smell a hot tub party.

- Oh, me too!

(dates screaming)

(head thwacks)

Asshole!

- God, get the fuck out of here!

- What was that?
- Are you okay?

Oh my god, oh my god.

- What the fuck happened?

(birds cawing)

- Growing up in my neighborhood,

somebody was always
beating on somebody else,

shaking them down.

I always hated it

when people would hurt
other people, you know?

Being a cop gave me a
chance to make a difference.

Now these feds, they come along,

and they wanna try to
take that away from me.

- What am I gonna do with you?

(pager beeping)

You touch that, you're a dead man.

- I'm still a cop, O'Hara.

- Yeah, a suspended one.

(Joey groans)

- Oh, shit.

- What, Duke?

- Richie.

(Bo sighs)

(phone ringing)

- No, Richie, I was sleeping.

I see no point in
rehashing this whole thing.

I don't want you to leave your wife.

Listen, I'm sorry,

I'm beyond wanting to work this thing out.

Richie, I'm sorry, you know
what, I can't talk, okay?

I'm sorry.

(Joey sighs)

- Hey.

- Get in.

- Johnny, take the dog for a walk.

(dog barking)

I can't believe you let this happen.

I should have seen it coming.

This fucking Duke breaks
Frankie Hot's nose,

humiliates him in one of our places.

Only because of you, he's
not in a hole someplace.

- I know.

He's been on a bender
since his suspension.

- A thing like this makes
me look like a rubber hole

with my crew.

Now the man has got to apologize to Hot,

make some gesture to pay off his debt,

or something bad could
happen to your friend.

- Richie, please, don't threaten
the man, he's my partner.

- I'm just making clear I
can't be responsible for Hot.

He's going fucking crazy.

And that magic number I mentioned,

Duke comes out with five grand
clean, the case is closed.

- I'll personally see that Hot gets it.

- Whatever you gotta
do will be appreciated.

I got my own fucking headaches.

Now Joey really tagged me.

Anyway, I gotta go.

- All right.

- Bo, listen, about that suspension,

I was sick when I heard.

Those bastards don't deserve you.

I'll call you later, we'll talk.

- I'll see you later.

I'm gonna make this short and sweet,

you probably deserve the
beating that Duke gave you,

but the money he owes
is a different story.

Five grand, Richie's magic number.

- What's this from him?

- What's the difference?

Stay the fuck away from Duke, you hear me?

- Fuck you, I'm his problem now.

I don't want your fucking money.

(tense music)

- Word of advice, don't make a mistake.

- Fuck you.

(horns honking)

- [Bar Patron] Hey, what do you gotta do

to get a drink around here?

- Billy, Billy.

- Fellas, you seen Duke?

- Bo, we were worried about you, baby.

- I'm fine, where's Duke?

- Nobody's seen him.

- Listen, listen, listen,
for whatever it's worth, man,

I want you to know that the Lieu

and everybody else on the squad

is gonna be in your fucking corner

when these hearings go down, you hear?

- Thank you, I really appreciate that.

Now listen, Duke shows his face,

you keep him here, cuff him
if you have to, you hear me?

- You got it, baby.

- All right, I'll see you later.

- Good luck, Bo.

- We need to speak with you, Bo.

- I got a previous engagement, all right?

- Do yourself a favor,
Dietl, grab a fucking chair.

You're looking at five
years in the can, Dietl.

- It's a sad day when you
feds got nothing better to do

than to frame good cops.

- Let's just say this is your final shot

to save yourself and win
one for the good guys.

- Let me tell you something,

I made more than 1,000 good
arrests in my eight years,

so don't you sit there and try to tell me

about the good guys, all right?

- Put the wire in Richie's car, Dietl,

and the US attorney
will wave his magic wand

and all your troubles with disappear.

- And there's a bonus,

you might finally get that gold shield

you've been chasing after.

- Is that right?

- [Jean] Yeah, that's right.

- I've put away junkie
boosting murdering parasites

with more integrity than a leech like you,

you wouldn't know right or wrong

if it kissed on your tit.

- I wonder what your
pal Richie's gonna think

when he finds out whose
tit you've been kissing.

(cellphone beeping)

(cellphone trilling)

- [Bo] You got Bo, leave a message.

(voicemail beeps)

- Well, pard, hey, hey!

Bo!

Well, I guess you ain't home.

I got to tell you something, pard,

that fed douche bag,

well she and her fucking douche bag shadow

cornered me today.

Well, they wanted me
to jam you up, partner.

And you know what I told her?

(Duke laughs)

You're not gonna believe this.

I got another fucking ticket.

Anyway, listen, pard, the way I figure it,

if we're gonna go down,

if we're gonna lose our badges,

well, goddamn it, at least we
can ride high in the saddle.

- Yo, Wavy Train.

Wavy Train!

- What?

- Giddy up, you bitch.
(gun shots)

(somber music)

(siren wailing)

- Bo, I'm sorry.

Can we speak to you about this?

- Excuse me, don't touch that.

- The fuck you looking at, jerk off?

- Now play cards, come on.

- Yo, Frankie Hot, he been around here?

- No, ain't been around tonight.

- What about Richie?

- He aint' been around either,

I think he's with Florio.

- Oh, congratulations, Bo,
on cracking that nun thing.

- Yeah, you're getting real
popular on the TV, huh?

- Richie calls in, you
tell him to page me.

- Yeah, I'll do that.

- It's important.

- Yeah, I'll do that.

Fuck him, come on.

(gentle music)

- Rudy, you seen Frankie Hot?

- I haven't seen him.

I just heard about
Duke, I'm sick about it.

- Sweetie, I am so sorry about Duke.

- I gotta talk to Richie.

- Listen, he knows about us.

I don't know how, but he does.

I'll be in the office, okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You know what's funny?

Every day never fails to surprise.

You couldn't come to me
about this thing with Joey?

- Frankie Hot, no doubt
in my mind, he did Duke.

- Oh, so the knife you put in my heart,

that don't matter now.

- Another time, Richie.

I know you want an explanation right now,

but you can't have one.

- Why the fuck you do this to me?

- Where's Frankie Hot?

- He's my responsibility.

- Your responsibility, my ass.

He's a cop killer.

- I'll take care of him.

I gotta get out of here.

- Don't give me that
ancient Sicilian bullshit.

- You tell me something,
what's the difference,

we kill him or you do it?

- The difference is you don't implicate

of making a homicide you're planning.

- You threatening me?

- Stay out of my way with Hot.

- Let me ask you something,
Mr. All Fucking Holiness,

what were you thinking
when you were popping Joey,

you fucking Judas, you
don't exist to me no more.

- Fuck you.

- No, fuck you.

- Yeah, where's the rat?

Huh, where's the rat?

Where's the rat, come on.

Yo, Rich, what's happening?

- Go feed the dog.

- Yeah, all right.

(dog barking)

(dramatic music)

- Just get in the car.

Listen, there's serious
fucking heat on this thing,

you gotta disappear for a while.

(car beeping)

- Yeah, I'm thinking Boca Raton.

(dramatic music)

You set me up!

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Come on, we're getting out.

Back off.

Throw your gun under the car

or I'll blow his fucking brains out.

- Let him go.

- Don't fuck with me.

Throw your gun under the car.

Do it!

Do it, motherfucker.

Come on, come on!

(gun rattles)

Boy, you are an asshole.

Say hello to Hopalong for me.

(gun shot)

- Oh, fuck!
(dramatic music)

- Richie!

Come here, come here.

Come here.

- I don't fucking believe this.

- Rich, let me see, let me see.

- That little fucking cocksucker.

- You're gonna be okay.

Richie, hey, you listen to
me, you're gonna be okay.

Richie!

Richie!

Richie!

Richie!

(somber music)

(Frankie Hot whistling)

- Hey!

(brakes squeaking)

(gun shots)

(gun clicking)

(somber music)

- [Frankie] Where is he?

- He's right over here, Lieutenant.

- You all right?

You better come with me.

- You arresting me?

- It's best we get your
version of what happened here.

Come on.

- My father used to say
there's only one thing

in this world you can count on.

He said no good deed ever goes unpunished.

I've always done the best I can on a job,

and in my life,

and I don't think there's anything

I would have done any
different, God as my witness.

I grew up in a neighborhood
where organized crime

was a way of life.

But I never knew those
people as criminals.

To me, they were fathers and sons,

childhood friends I went to school with,

and sat next to in church.

What anybody did for a living

never came into the conversation.

Now you can believe
this trumped up evidence

given to you by these FBI agents

who are trying to blackmail me,

or you can let me get back to the job

I took an oath to do.

- Thank you, Officer Dietl.

This board will now take a brief recess,

then we'll give you our decision.

- Thank you.

- How long they gonna make you wait?

- Officer Dietl.

(footsteps treading)
(phone ringing)

After careful consideration
of the evidence

provided to us by agents of the FBI,

it is clear that there
are substantial criteria

to support the extremely
serious charges against you.

Charges which in accordance
with departmental guidelines

mandate the termination of your career.

In fairness, and after careful review

of your years of service,

troubled years without doubt,

it is this board's opinion

that there is also strong evidence

to show that the agents of the FBI,

motivated by a certain overzealousness

conspired against you to
extract your cooperation

for their efforts.

Therefore, it is the unanimous
decision of this board

to order your reinstatement
effective immediately.

(gentle music)

- Thank you.

Looks like you're stuck with a cop.

(Joey laughs)

- Oh, baby!

Well, you think I could
get a police escort home?

- You got it.

(Joey laughs)

(horn honks)

(mellow music)