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Congratulations, Lerner.

You cracked your first case.

Thank you, Lieutenant Hickey.

Mandra from you, sir.

You knew.

Didn't you?

If I was in Mike's shoes, I might have
done the same thing he did.

And slept well.

These guys put their lives on line every
single day hunting down assholes.

We sleep good at night.

Because these guys deal with the ugly
shit, so we don't have to.

That's why the rules matter.

I'm after the truth.

The truth is that sometimes the department
doesn't protect your family after you

spent your whole life protecting everybody
else's.

Get out of here.

The helicopter.

What do you think?

After a few years of active duty,
Thornton and Moran joined the New York

City Police Department
as undercover narcotics

cops during the crack
epidemic in the 90s.

They went from eating sand to pounding the
pavement under yours truly.

They could be a real pain in the ass
sometimes.

But wherever they went, you always knew
they'd be in it together.

Only death was going to separate those
two.

I gave something wrong.

I can't go wrong.

I know something wrong.

Maybe run from it all.

Maybe we get high.

Maybe we get numb.

Maybe we can party all night till death
comes.

I gave something wrong.

Do you want some of this?

Of course.

Yeah?

No mames, cabrón.

Hey, relax.

Relax.

You don't get high on the road supply,
cabrón.

You're crazy.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Los culos te traen pendejos, cabrón.

¿Qué pasa, señor?

Yo, I see it.

You're in there waving it around.

Shit, bragging.

There's a lot of motherfuckers up in and
out of there, all high and shit.

What's he wearing?

What's up with his grill?

I don't know, man.

I don't know.

Gray, black, some shit.

I don't know, man.

I can't say.

Gracias.

You stay low.

Hi.

Maybe we get numb.

Maybe we can party all night till death
comes.

I gave something wrong.

I can't go wrong.

The guy's there.

He's got a buddy in there.

You ready?

I like that I'm not a dork.

Maybe we can party all night till death
comes.

They call me dog, homie.

Look it, I don't sell wolf tickets.

I got my fingers on the triggers and I'm
ready to click it.

I never back down.

There's nothing you can do to me,
nigga.

Who the fuck are you?

Your face is really new to me,
nigga.

You on the run with the dog pie beans.

Two souls, punk niggas
telling every... Injured leader.

C.I.

State's two suspects present.

Possession of gun.

Like a little boy.

Unit, stand by for the green.

Yo, papi.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

It's the same.

Yeah?

I mean it.

You gonna hold him?

What you want?

I want you to kick that motherfucking
cunt.

Yeah, nigga.

Yeah, drop that shit.

Yeah, spread that shit.

What you got on you, motherfucker?

Got shit.

Don't lie, nigga.

What the fuck you got?

What?

You ain't got shit.

What the fuck is this?

Okay?

Okay?

Lie now.

Put your hands behind your back.

Don't fucking move.

Got your ass now.

Front secure?

Okay, unit.

You got the green.

We'll get him up.

We'll get him up.

Where

you going so fast, Rocco?

I'm fucking with you.

What the fuck?

What are you talking about?

Shut your mouth.

No, you fucking piece of shit.

Shut your fucking goddamn ear.

Get out!

My God!

What's her story?

She's bragging about her boyfriend fucking
killing a cop.

Tom.

Tom.

Stop working.

He's a cop killer.

We need the case.

Jimmy O.

What's going on with your guy?

We've got a car alarm remote.

No keys.

Want to give it a whirl?

Sure, stand by.

One of our cops is dead.

Benito, you're looking at life for killing
a cop.

Yeah.

That is a long-ass stretch at 22.

But I didn't kill no cop.

Hey, I believe you.

But you was there.

So you're swinging with your boy.

Unless you own this, you make yourself look
good by saying, yes, I am a drug dealer.

But I don't kill cops.

And then you tell us what Rinaldo did.

And you got another big problem.

We found a ton of shit at your crib.

So we need you to connect.

I don't want to sell drugs.

I've got a kid.

I need to feed my family.

There's things I gotta do, man.

Hey, man, listen.

I'm not judging you.

We all do what we gotta do for our family.

Even if that means that doing what's right
by them ain't exactly right.

But you're not doing them any good if you
go away, right?

So give me the cop killer and your connect,
and I will make this right with the DA.

Okay.

When I say I'm gonna do something,
I see it through to the end.

Chao.

Good fucking job.

Hey.

Write down what Chao did to that cop.

And do you want to sell it or something?

Yo.

What's up?

You really gonna hook me up, even though I
did wrong?

There's all kinds of rights and wrongs in
this world.

You know, sometimes you gotta do a smaller
wrong for a bigger right.

You got a dead cop's
gun to your teeth and his

nightstick, and you don't
want to say anything.

What am I gonna say?

I did it.

Benito's gonna say you did it.

Okay.

It's over.

Whatever.

Or maybe there's something else you want
to share.

It's okay.

Go to court.

Take my chance.

Your girlfriend said Chao killed the cop.

You're gonna die in jail.

Hey, cop.

We all dead, okay?

Five, ten, maybe 50 years.

But we all die sometime.

It doesn't matter.

You made me miss my Yankees game.

I'm here, I'm old, and I'm pissed.

I just had to listen to the
CO of homicide cry in my ear

like some kind of jilted bitch
because you didn't know.

I'm gonna notify him of the warrant.

Honestly, we got a tip from a confidential
informant about a stash house,

a large quantity, possibly some weapons,
and it was moving soon.

Yeah, it was just one of those things.

One of those things, smartass?

Yeah.

How about one of these things?

Wrongfully, or fail you two, because
homicide wants me to put you on paper,

and if I start any sentence with either or
both of those things, you two won't see

another vacation day until the next good
president gets in.

I checked with the search warrant
registration, but there's no sworn affidavit.

So what I don't know
is if he did or didn't tell

you about the shooter
before the warrant was issued.

Boss, CI4622 has confidential informant
status, which means it's not required.

Yeah.

And I can't talk to your
informant, so it's your word

against homicide, and
personally, I could give a rat's ass.

We're trying to put a cop killer behind
bars.

That's gotta be more important than a
fucking phone call.

Oh, I agree.

But you guys didn't know
before you entered the room that

there was a couple of cop
killers sitting there, did you?

No.

A last-minute tip from a CI about a stash
getting ready to move, so we jumped.

It wasn't until we found the gun and the
broken teeth that we got suspicious.

There's certain protocols
that have to be followed,

Detective Thornton, you know,
but, you know, what do I know?

Yes, sir.

I mean... Keep your nose clean.

Dad, not on your baseball mitt.

Baseball players call it a glove,
not a mitt.

The glove.

The glove.

I won two state championships pitching with
this old thing before I joined the Marines.

Ready to play ball?

Yeah.

All right, Mark.

Let's show your old man what you got.

All right.

Ready?

Again.

Ooh, again.

Good.

Now, the fastball.

What's wrong, Dad?

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah.

You've got to go to a doctor, baby.

You've had this thing for a week.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, Mom.

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

You ready?

Take your stance.

Target.

Not your mom.

Good boy.

And again.

Dad, when can we go pitch off a real
mound?

When I got time.

I'd fooled myself into thinking the doctor
would tell me it was something else.

But tests don't lie.

This was the third time this week I've
pissed blood.

My father died of the same thing about
this age.

You can't really say civilian life was
agreeing with me in those days.

Besides my partner.

I kept looking for clues.

I had nothing but booze and a stripper.

I envied Moran, his family.

I had no clue where he was in worse place
than I had a better place to be.

And I knew I was going down in hell.

I knew I was going up in hell for bad.

Had no clue where I was going.

Who needs to be there?

You do.

If I can run this farm.

No diyorumo.

See.

Not a good day.

Yes not.

No.

Anything that.

A little pause... and we are back.

Hey, Ginger.

Come home with me.

Come home, baby.

Let's go.

Come on.

It's my night with the kid, Mikey.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, Dad.

Can I sleep on the couch tonight?

Are you gonna be here in the morning when
I wake up?

Of course I'm gonna be here.

And yes, you can sleep on the couch.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'm gonna go to bed.

You talk to CI?

Señor?

Or whatever the fuck his secret squirrel
name is?

Mr. Smead.

Since when are junkies punctual?

Never.

Hey, uh, boss gonna come up with the money
if we need to make a buy?

Yeah.

Yeah, just lay it out and I'll give it to
you when you get here.

I don't know that kind of cat.

Here.

Great.

Later.

See ya.

Later.

Look who it is.

Hey, hey.

How's the good life, Frankie?

I'm gettin' by.

Man, you know what I look for in the
golden years, you know?

When I can just sit around drinking on my
fat ass pension all day.

Fat pension?

I'm drinkin' Bud Light over here.

I'm feelin' generous today.

Get him a shot.

Thank you, Michael.

What's it like?

What's what like?

The moon.

The pension.

Well, it's like shit on rye.

No.

Strike that.

Even worse.

Say it how it is.

Yeah, well, wait till
you're livin' off half a

salary clippin' coupons
like your grandmother.

I fuckin' do.

Only hittin' the bars that have senior
discounts.

Might as well be dead.

But I can't, right?

Because, well, I got debt.

And I got a kid, so I gotta watch out.

I don't wanna leave it back.

But some days I think, hey, maybe I
should've been taken out in the line of duty.

Well, that's a first.

A cop wanting to die in the line of duty.

It's a game changer, I'll tell you that
much.

Get him comin' for this guy.

Do you know that the city pays the widow
half a mil on top of what the pension gives?

And then the union throws in a chunk of
change.

And then they got that widows and orphans
fund.

And they got all kinds of scholarships.

Thank you, honey.

All kinds of scholarships up the yin-yang.

The bottom line that I see is that the
family gets paid by you paid the bill.

A pension worth 100%
of your salary, 400 grand

in state and federal
tax benefits, right?

Free life insurance.

Free in-state college tuition for my kid.

And boy, he won't talk to me.

But that would've been something,
right?

That would've been something for me to
leave him.

That's all.

Yeah.

I think I'm gonna go smoke outside.

Thank you, Michael.

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Life.

Senor.

You up?

Yeah.

I need a sofa.

Shit.

Senor.

How many fucking days you been out,
man?

I ain't that, man.

You got more money?

Yeah.

You got your money?

Take it or you need it?

I ain't sent to y'all, right?

It's a fucking scale.

Why are you saying that?

We've never treated you like a scale.

You know that?

What's wrong?

It's over, man.

It's all over.

Hey, listen.

Any day you want out, we got a bed waiting
for you in rehab.

I told you that.

See, I can't never get out of this.

That's not true.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

I got AIDS, man.

Fuck, man.

I ain't making it to Christmas,
kid.

I got a daughter.

I got a wife.

I'm just glad she threw my junky ass out
before I could infect her.

You know?

You know why I always like to come here?

This spot?

See, back in the day, I was, uh...

I was gonna join the Navy.

You know?

And now, um...

I ain't got shit to leave my face.

You know, I give these motherfuckers up...

so that maybe they won't fuck up some
other kid's life like they did mine.

We've been saving this for you.

Just in case you ever decide to kick a...

Shit up.

I knew you was lying when you hit me off,
but, uh...

this fader went back in your pocket.

Nah, man.

It's a... savings plan.

For retirement.

You, uh... You still got
that address in Puerto Rico?

Yeah.

What's in it there?

My, uh...

My daughter and... her wife.

They were the moms.

You know, I...

I gotta do right by them.

You know?

Uh...

Anything else?

I... Uh...

Don't... Don't tell them
who... who it's from, all right?

Anything else we can do?

Hey, let me hold your gun for a second.

You don't mean that.

Yeah, dude.

Almost jumped in front of a fucking train
today.

Right, right, right.

Look, uh...

Let's meet back here...
same time tomorrow night.

Yeah.

What do you say to that, huh?

Take it on the chin.

It's all he can do.

He's not the only one who's not gonna make
it to Christmas.

I got stomach cancer.

Had it for a while.

Bullshit.

What doctor you see?

Three of them.

What are the options?

Out of options.

Surgery?

No time.

Okay, so then, uh... then chemo.

It's spread.

It's everywhere.

Dying's expensive.

Insurance covers shit.

I'm sure as hell not gonna leave my wife
and kid homeless and destitute.

That's a fucking guarantee.

Yesterday in the bar when Frank was
talking about preferring to die in the

line of duty because it would pump up his
life insurance and benefit his kids,

it made sense.

It made a lot of sense.

I'm gonna go down the street.

What?

Listen.

I'm gonna need your help.

He's dying.

I'm dying.

If I can get Senor to take me out in the
line of duty, my family get a million bucks.

What the fuck?

What are you talking about, man?

And you...

You want my help with that?

No, fuck that.

He's an informant.

How do you know he's an informant?

Only you.

This is fucking...
This is crazy.

Do you hear what you're asking me to do?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, well, the answer's no.

Fuck no.

It's for my family.

You know what?

Fuck you, Tommy.

No, I ain't got no business against you,
bro.

Fuck.

Well, I ain't your bro, man.

I seen you talking to 5-0 over there.

5-0 just run up on me.

I ain't got shit.

I know you've seen it.

What I seen was they ain't search your
ass.

Matter of fact, I think that they hit you
off.

Fucking bitch.

Lock's ticking now, bro.

Is it good?

Mm hmm.

Oh, good.

This is delicious, thank you.

Yay.

Now let's play.

Okay.

Have a good day.

I love you.

See you, buddy.

That's the proposal for you?

Yeah, I'm down.

Oh, yeah.

Um, I...

You remember that money house I told you
all about?

You do that money house, send that dough
to San Juan and...

yeah, we got a deal.

Are you sure he's alone up there?

Yeah, man.

Oh, and, and...

he knows where your boy Child's at.

Just give us the address.

Moran was dying.

For most guys, that would mean collapsing
in a puddle of tears and whining.

But in Moran's case, it just made him
crazy brave.

We had a lead on a money
house that might bring

us one step closer to
taking down the cop killer.

We had to go for it.

Moran wasn't taking no for an answer.

Yeah, well, it ain't like he's got to get
up for work in the morning.

Get them!

Perseverance keeps on her bright.

So what do you got?

Two male whites, in a ski mask,
crash the victim's door.

They know exactly where the money is.

They don't kill anyone.

You figure they were cops, yeah?

Hey, spoke bad Spanish?

Finished?

I'd say it's possible.

I think they just rip each other off all
the time.

And it's easy to get a police jacket in
any uniformed store in Midtown.

Don't drool over this one just yet.

Belief's a graveyard.

Oh, Vero called.

They have that police-involved shooting
coverage all next week.

Boy, I'm looking forward to that.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

You need some blood in your alcohol spray.

Here, eat this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

Am I supposed to eat this with my hands or
what?

The wife's worried about your drinking.

And your health.

The irony.

Maybe you should give it a rest.

Or give her...

Give her you have another shot.

Come on, man.

I'm fine.

You're not fine.

I didn't save your life so you could fuck
it up again.

Look, I got, uh...

I got 12K.

In savings.

I know it's not a lot, but it's yours.

I appreciate it.

I do.

I can't do this without you.

It's not over till it's over.

Mike.

See you.

Whoa, whoa.

Two drug dealers got ripped off by two
guys posing as cops?

Yeah.

So be prepared for IAB snooping around.

Does your CIA have anything on Cheo?

No.

He's gone away for a week.

I don't know where the fucker's gone.

Gone away?

Yeah, gone away.

To the fucking Bahamas.

He's at an all-inclusive shooting gallery.

No, I... No worries about Degas.

We can maybe do an OP, see if we can grab
somebody.

Good.

Do that.

You get rid of the Jack and the Mask?

Yeah.

What are we gonna do about the money?

Mail it to... the B-side.

You really still wanna go through with
this?

Yes.

Tom was asking me to put my neck in a
noose.

But how could I turn him down?

He saved my fucking life.

Talk about being between a rock and a hard
place.

When everything's wrong...

and that's when life sucks.

Get in.

Now.

Where's your ass?

Get in.

I told you I was just gonna kill it.

I can't.

Here, take a look.

We can take care of this.

I don't give a shit if he's dead.

This is the police.

Shouldn't you just take it in?

Mm-hmm.

And how am I gonna pay for it?

My charm?

Yeah, and your good looks.

Hey, what did the doctor say?

Didn't you see him?

Waiting for results.

Look, I'm fine.

It's all good.

I wouldn't worry.

I always worry.

I know you do.

You gotta stop.

Anyway, I got a moonlight security gig
tonight, so, uh...

Do I see you tomorrow?

Yes, you will.

You know what?

I've been backing off.

I'm trying to put myself in your shoes.

And I'm not sure I could do what you're
doing right now.

But this ain't no bargain for me.

Okay?

I've been having nightmares.

And they're about to get a whole lot worse
after tonight.

And then I'm the one who has to face Anna
and Mark.

And what if somebody finds out that your
shooter is our CI, huh?

What then?

My head will be spinning so bad from the
Q &A from the DA's office and IAB, right?

But I won't have time to
think about that, because I'll be

too busy working the trial
caper and planning your funeral.

That is, until they put my ass on ice for
25 to life.

So don't act like this is some fucking
picnic for me.

Because it's starting to look a lot like
you got the easy way out by dying.

You know, truth is...

When I'm alone, it does make some sense.

Having something to die for is better than
having nothing to live for.

Rodentile.

Here.

Give this to Mark.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck, man.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're fried.

I'm there.

But, man, I don't think I can do this,
bro.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Hey, listen.

I don't think I can do this shit,
man.

You fucking better do it.

Chill, man.

Fuck you, man.

I don't think I can fucking do this,
man.

Fuck off!

Fuck!

Policio!

Oh, shit.

Throw me your hands.

Mikey!

What the fuck?

Hey!

Look, look, look!

What the fuck are you doing, man?

No, he just fucking put his gun!

Drop the gun!

Madre mía!

Drop the gun!

Hey, Mikey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Drop it!

I'm sorry, man!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Pull it!

I'm sorry.

Reels.

Shape of Jesus.

You dropped your gun, man.

Yo, Roque!

You come along.

But I said no!

Now you cooked kinda hard right here.

When you How come you'll fuck with me?

For a suspected sale?

No, but it's a drug-prone location.

For sales?

No, for users.

We're looking for intel.

You know, catch a guy using, gives you a
name, you throw back the little fish.

So, you let him go?

I did years in narcotics.

That's how it's done.

Move on.

Did you identify yourselves as police?

Yeah.

We were doing a car stop.

We said police.

We had the light on.

Yes, but you were in plain clothes.

I yelled police.

Twice.

Before or after the shooting?

What the fuck?

Lieutenant, there is no doubt that he knew
we were cops.

Obviously, you learned it.

Let's go.

I even yelled it in Spanish.

Hablas espanol?

Yeah, just basic street stuff.

You know, put up your hands, where do you
live.

We both do.

Did.

That's all for now, Mike.

We'll be in touch.

Scram.

What the hell's the matter with you?

There's standard questions.

A guy just lost his partner.

Exercise a little discretion.

Ginger.

The alcohol.

The drugs.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Mrs. Moran.

Yes.

Kevin Hickey.

Did you work with Thomas?

I know him.

Yeah.

You have my sincerest sympathies.

Thomas was a brave man.

A very decent man.

Sadly, sometimes loss shows us true value.

I didn't need to lose him to know his
value.

No, I'm sorry.

I... I don't quite know what to say at
these things.

I'm sorry for you and for your son.

And the whole apartment's behind you.

Thank you.

Mrs. Moran.

Yes.

I'm Joe Mangano.

I'm your police union delegate.

I imagine you're concerned about the
expenses piling up.

Oh, we... we have no money.

I mean, it's $20,000 life insurance paid.

But that doesn't cover the...

back payment on his mortgage and P.S.O
.B.'s not coming in for a year.

We... we... we... we can't cover this.

I understand.

Believe me, I get it.

And I want you to know that we're going to
cover everything.

It's the least we can do for your... your
husband's sacrifice.

If it's all right, I would love the
opportunity to explain the next steps.

May I walk you out?

Gary.

Mike.

Well, recovery is rarely a straight line,
brother.

Every day is a new day.

Have a seat.

All right.

We are a fellowship of men and women who
share their experience, strength,

and hope with each other.

That they may solve
their common problem and

help each other to
recover from alcoholism.

The only requirement for membership here
is a desire to stop drinking.

Ask him if any of these voices sound
familiar.

What time tonight?

Give me a call.

Do you recognize this voice?

I don't know.

Maybe it's the first guy.

He says maybe the first one, but he's not
too sure.

All right.

Tell him to listen again.

Una vez más.

No, no, no.

No más.

I don't think he wants to get involved,
man.

Tell him I don't care where he got the
money from.

It's a fucking drug deal.

Tell him.

Look.

I have to be here.

You volunteered for this shit.

You're that big boy.

But what if these are dirty cops?

He said he doesn't know.

Look.

You're on your own crusade, white knight.

I'm done.

Come on.

They might kill me.

I'm not gonna make a
whole big how-to about it,

because I'm sure you
want to move on with things.

But just, we want you to know that we're
glad you're back.

So, just to bring you up
to speed, I ran the prep

from your shooting to see
if there was a connection.

Jenny asked you to run?

No.

I mean, he was the user, and your shooting
wasn't far from the Bebega, so I thought

maybe, but that really doesn't matter,
because it was a dead end, so he's out.

We did get some surveillance photos,
and we're hoping that Cheo's one of them.

And we're gonna try a by-attempt in the
hallway that Jimmy O's trying to set up,

and we'll see what happens from there.

What's up?

I have a couple of old complaints on you
and your partner.

Now, I don't want to bring you down
officially in light of what's happened.

Thing is, I still need to address them.

I don't know.

Maybe if I knew a few things off the
record, we could squash this, huh?

Is there something you want to ask me?

Just come right out and ask it.

No disrespect, but, um, is your partner
having financial problems?

This is, uh, this is off the record?

Of course.

Oh.

Off the record.

Go fuck yourself.

Yeah.

And no disrespect.

Of course.

Anna, just relax.

Okay.

He talk more to you?

It's a cop thing, you know?

No one, uh, can understand you like
another cop.

Well...

maybe you know more about him than I do.

What are you getting at?

Was Tommy taking money on the side?

Never.

No.

If he was, Mike, I had a right to know.

Anna, think about it.

If, if he was taking money,
don't you think you and

Mark would have everything
you needed and wanted?

Yes.

What about that shit
box he was driving, held

together with bubble gum
and rubber bands, huh?

Where is this coming from?

I don't know.

Someone just came around and they were
asking questions.

The IA guy?

Lorner?

Yeah.

Look, there were these drug dealers.

They lied.

They said we ripped them off.

That's it.

I just buried my husband.

Do I deserve a little peace?

Yes.

Yes.

You do.

And you will have it.

What?

And that guy, he won't mess with you
again.

I promise you that.

Take a look at the yellow and tell me
they're making that shit up.

Hey, you wanna play games?

Okay, you play with me.

You leave Moran's family out of it.

Understand?

God, it is... ...dangerous to be
you in this world right now, Lorner.

Seems pretty upset for a guy who's done
nothing wrong.

Yeah, I wouldn't push the envelope.

He's got the personality of a landmine
right now.

We've been told.

Hey, why is Tom's locker empty right now?

Take it easy.

Lorner took it.

He's playing his game.

When he doesn't find shit, he'll bring it
back.

Moving on.

We're gonna try to
make a buy attempt in that

lobby to try to get a
pipeline into Cheo.

I need you on point.

So I'm asking you...
Yeah, I'm good, boss.

I'm good.

Okay.

I'm thinking Moran and Thornton might be
good for the impersonation robbery.

Because?

They're narcotics.

They know the players.

Moran was buried in bills and expenses.

His house was the foreclosure.

And?

His motive.

Hell, if that's a motive, I'm a suspect.

They both spoke broken Spanish.

The victim to the perp's Spanish was
white-boy-like.

I re-interviewed them.

They said it could be Moran and Thornton.

Everybody speaks broken Sp-Hey,
wait a minute.

You're saying the victim
somehow heard Moran and Thornton

speak and since then they made
some kind of voice comparison?

How do you manage that?

I'm resourceful.

That's a stretch.

That's a lot of what-ifs, Lerner.

Don't open up a can of worms on the say-so
of a drug dealer, okay?

If I know anything about that pair,
they can keep a secret they've been joined

at the hip since Desert Storm and one of
them ain't talking at all.

See, what you got here is a tinderbox.

You got a dead cop, a hero partner,
and a widow.

If you're wrong about this, that jarhead
is gonna stick his foot so far up your ass

and there'll probably be a line behind
him.

All right.

Well, the next thing I plan to-Close the
door.

No, no.

You be on the other side of the door when
you close it.

Got it.

What's up, man?

Hey, what's up?

Want a drink or what?

A little bit.

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, shit.

There goes 5-0.

The police are gonna be fucking hot out
here.

I ain't doing no sale on the streets.

All right, let's do this quick,
then.

Without a doubt, son.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

5-5.

Bobby, uh... What's fucking Lerner
doing here in his black cop car?

I've been totally kissing deer around
here.

All right.

Hmm?

It's a rip-off.

Move in.

Move in.

2-5?

That's your radio.

You're breaking up.

Get down there.

2-5-5.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Bobby.

What's with the biscuit, man?

Yo.

What's up, Gino?

What's up, Gino?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You had no business tailing them on a bye.

And here's another question for you,
detective.

It's a police operation.

Cops are involved.

Shots are fired.

And you don't even bother to get out of
your car to see if they're okay?

I fucked up.

You bet you fucked up.

You're not to follow him anymore.

You got that?

If I can't follow him, I'm gonna need to
get into the confidential informant files.

Well, that's fairly impossible.

What the fuck for?

These two cops have more CIs than anyone
on their team.

The perps from this robbery knew exactly
where the money was hidden.

Now, I have a feeling that they're either
using CI information or that the shooter

is either... All you
got is conjecture.

All right?

My gut is right on this, sir.

Why are you defensive of him?

Why do you keep shutting me out?

Hey, you hold your horses, pal.

You watch those accusations.

I'll tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna interview Thornton.

You're gonna close this thing up,
okay?

Just your basic fucking police work.

Is this police work?

Yeah.

Turn in a deaf ear, Jason Borden.

And when he's telling you that
he may have legit corruption,

close in a blind eye to the
evidence he presents you.

Lerner, you're about an inch away from
getting bounced out of the IAB,

and that's pretty tough to do.

But you're also a cunt hair away from
getting your ass kicked.

Why do you want him so bad?

I don't know what you're talking about,
sir.

I'm just doing my job.

No, no.

You've had a hard-on for him from the
start.

Now, why is that?

They don't follow rules, sir.

They do whatever the hell they want.

Guys like that, they give the department a
bad name.

Guys like that made this department what
it is today.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

Mike.

Lieutenant.

Ricky, how are you?

Sit down.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, where's the damn tape recorder?

Oh, here it is.

Okay.

Here we go.

Now, I'm sure we have got better things to
do, so let's just jump right into this.

All right.

Everybody ready?

Yeah.

Okay.

Uh, have you ever loaned your partner a
large sum of money?

Uh, what's a large sum?

A thousand bucks.

I see it was quite the financial buying.

Is that a question?

It's a fact.

Detective Moran's financial
status has no bearing

on allegations against
Detective Thornton.

Do you know how much we make?

Learning.

Learning.

Yeah.

Can we get to the point?

Did you or your partner ever meet a C.I.

outside of the job?

No.

Never.

Yeah.

Outside of drug houses.

Has a C.I.

ever informed you about money spots?

That's not enough for an arrest or a search
warrant, so what good is that info to us?

That's what I'd like to know.

All right.

That's enough.

Ricky, if this keeps up, we're filing a
grievance to the accusatory toilet.

What are you doing if you're an
investigator?

I mean, you're not investigating
allegations, you're making accusations.

Duly noted.

Move on.

Have you seen Mrs. Moran since the
shooting?

The fuck does that have to do with
anything?

Huh?

You're all so close.

And I know you spend nights over there on
occasions.

Learning, where do you get the balls for
this?

Come on, can we move on?

Can you explain this?

I'd make it to be a ski mask.

I found that in your partner's locker.

Says you.

It was obtained during an ongoing internal
affairs investigation.

And why isn't it vouchered?

Excuse me?

It should be in a property
envelope with a voucher

attached, marked as
investigatory evidence.

In order to, you know, ensure the chain of
evidence.

I mean, you could have bought that on the
way over here.

Okay, I'm wrapping this up.

That's enough.

All right.

It's okay.

He's just playing at being a cop because
he's never actually been one.

I got nothing to hide.

You got nothing to hide?

Then, let me ask you something.

Off the record, of course.

Sure.

Don't remember.

Last time.

You're still fucking your dead partner's
wife?

I fucking warned you!

Forget it.

Forget it.

Go on.

Go on.

Fuck him.

Did you hear what he said?

I don't give a rat's ass.

This is still an investigation and you'll
never raise your hands, right?

Vicki.

Asshole.

What the fuck was that?

I wanted to send him over the edge.

Make him come clean.

Come clean about what?

I know he's dirty.

You've jeopardized other cops' lives.

They're definitely gonna file a grievance
against us.

You jackpotted your own career and worst
of all, I'm gonna get one up the ass.

This investigation is over.

I'm keeping the tape.

Are you gonna let this assault go?

Buddy, for a minute I almost helped him.

The kid from the hallway gave up what
might be Chao's main digs.

Catching Chao was Moran's last wish.

Talk to me, Harnesher.

What's going on?

I don't see the fucker.

No sign of our subject?

Be advised, leader.

No sign of our subject as of yet.

10-4.

Keep an eye on him.

Tell him to keep watching.

He's gonna fall asleep.

Detective Cruz!

Detective Cruz!

What can I do for you?

I need some information pertaining to a
registered informant.

I think he might have something right now.

Where the fuck is he?

10-4.

Keep an eye on him.

Oh, I think our man just showed up.

Be advised, subject just arrived.

Yeah, there you are.

Okay, subject at location now.

Nice.

He's got him.

I need this information, por favor.

Claro que sí, pero... You need a
request from your CO stating why.

Hold on.

And if a judge approves it, I will notify
you.

Those files are very sensitive.

You live in Queens, right?

What's this about?

Your auto insurance here says that you
live in New Jersey.

Wasn't that something?

Close enough to
commute to the city, yet far

enough away for a drop
in your insurance premium.

Wow.

Excuse me?

In this crazy city, you have nothing
better to do than mess with me.

Which way would those files be?

Gracias.

Who's the guy?

Gotcha.

Gracias.

Talk to me, harnesser.

What's going on?

What's going on?

You don't get that shit?

Is there a back door to this building?

You got to have some teeth, there's a
motorcycle buzzing around.

Take the plate on that motorcycle.

What

is this fucking guy doing?

What the fuck?

You know the

policy on vehicle pursuits?

We shouldn't have even been out there in
the first place.

We're so undermanned.

Well then why were you?

The guy is very fortunate.

Fortunate?

He's in critical but stable condition.

What's that mean, doc?

It means he got shot in the liver.

Lost a lot of blood.

Doesn't look very lethal, but that could
change.

Did you recover the bullet?

You kidding?

A lot of blood in there.

We were packing the liver.

I mean, if we saw it, we could have
grabbed it.

Plus it's still in there?

Yeah, I mean, the area
where he got shot, the

bullet's caught between
three blood vessels.

We call it the Bermuda Triangle.

Unless he got a clear shot, he wouldn't go
for after it.

Is he gonna be okay with that?

Sure, unless you worry about lead
poisoning.

Usually going after a bullet is more
trouble than it's worth.

Trust me.

We don't need the evidence.

We know who shot him.

Later on when he wakes up, you can send
your team in to see him.

I wouldn't let that motherfucker near me
with a scalpel.

Here he comes.

Don't give him anything.

Mike, I have to place you on suspension.

We should wait for Mike's delegate.

Doesn't matter at this point.

What are the charges?

Fraternizing with confidential informants
outside of departmental guidelines,

for starters.

I need your gun and your shield.

I'd rather give them to a real cop than an
empty suit.

Mike, watch yourself.

Be advised, Sergeant Sullivan.

Once these two are found
guilty of wrongdoing, the charges

will be brought against
you for failure to supervise.

Back the fuck off.

It's over, Mike.

It's Detective Thornton, you fucking
prick.

Not anymore.

I've seen your records.

You guys did some... good work.

A thankless job.

But... somewhere along the line,
things went sideways.

This won't go away.

It's gonna haunt you.

And the Moran family.

You don't know shit about the Moran
family.

It's the last chance, Mike.

Last chance at what?

Redemption.

What happened that night?

I told you what happened that night.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You tell me again.

A hero fell.

Look, I know you don't want to destroy his
legacy.

But it's better this thing comes out
right.

The way you want it to hold.

Come clean, Mike.

Be honest.

It's gonna come out anyway.

One way or the other.

Taking a shot at freedom while you still
have it.

What is in your camera?

He's a fucking junkie.

I don't know.

He was your junkie.

What did he have on you guys?

He was high.

Why were you out there?

He was suicidal.

I don't fucking know.

Suicidal?

Yeah.

What were you doing out there?

Nothing.

I told you already.

Why did your CI want him dead?

I don't know.

You don't know?

They're both dead.

Why did he kill him?

They were both already dead.

All right?

Senor was dying of AIDS.

He was suicidal.

And you're just leaving a wife and kid
destitute.

And Moran, he found out he had cancer.

He had weeks to live.

We robbed that dealer to send the money
back to Senor's family.

Because maybe they would have a chance.

And we staged the shooting so Moran's
family would get the full death benefits.

You know, Senor, he was supposed to kill
himself.

But, uh...

He got scared.

He couldn't do it.

So he started shooting at me.

It's got a happy ending.

You know?

Because they're dead.

And their families are taken care of.

Are you happy now?

I'm happy.

You wanna shame a hero cop who knew he was
dying, Who sacrificed his last days on

this earth with his family So he doesn't
leave them in a mess?

You have at it, Lerner.

You couldn't shine his fucking shoes.

Congratulations, Lerner.

You cracked your first case.

Thank you, Lieutenant Henke.

A lot of love from you, sir.

You knew, didn't you?

Knew what?

You knew.

That's why you kept trying to deter me.

Yeah, I lost a partner on the job once,
you know.

Over the years, I stayed in touch with his
kids.

They're doing well, they're happy.

Seventeen years.

We took care of them.

Yeah.

If I was in Mike's shoes...

I might have done the same thing he did.

And slept well.

It's our job...

to protect the community.

Uphold the law.

They broke the rules, sir.

Rules?

There's no rules.

These guys put their lives on line every
single day hunting down assholes.

We sleep good at night.

These guys deal with the ugly shit so we
don't have to.

That's why the rules matter.

There's no room for error.

And error means a funeral.

That's right, it's life or death.

Strapped on a bulletproof vest.

For what?

A shitty paycheck?

The alcoholism?

The nightmares?

If you're lucky, that means you're still
alive.

America without cops would be like God
without his angels.

It's not for everyone, sir.

Damn right it's not.

You're so focused on the manual that
you're willing to tear down someone who's

spent the last 12 years keeping the wolves
at bay.

I'm not trying to tear anyone down.

I'm after the truth.

The truth is that sometimes the department
doesn't protect your family after you

spent your whole life protecting everybody
else's.

I called Detective William Lerner at the
Internal Affairs Bureau to state the

charges and specifications against
Detective Michael Thornton.

I must inform the board at this time that
the parties of the Internal Affairs Bureau

concerned with allegations of misconduct
against Detectives Michael Thornton and

Thomas Moran wish to withdraw departmental
and criminal charges.

Was this a self-initiated case?

I apologize to the board for misleading
you.

I acted hastily.

To pursue these charges would be a
disregard for the facts.

And what are the facts?

My suspicion was based on
a now proven false allegation

and supported by an
unfortunate string of coincidences.

I request that even my filing on these
charges be expunged from the record so

they do not blemish these detectives on
tarnished records.

I request that even my filing on these
charges be expunged from the record so

they do not blemish these detectives on
tarnished records.

Effective immediately.

Your suspension is rescinded.

You may resume your assignment.

Hey, club soda with lime.

Well, club soda.

I'll take yours then.

You won't be needing this.

A toast.

Cheers.

To Chaya getting nine.

Salud.

Yes, yes, yes.

Long time coming.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Salud.

I was just passing by the bar to see how
you were doing.

Yeah, I'm good.

Hey, where's your guy?

Believe it or not, he transferred out and
into narcotics in Brooklyn.

Wow, I did not see that coming.

No, me either.

He's a boy scout, but, you know,
he'll be all right.

Was that Vietnam?

Oh, yeah.

We had two tours.

You know, war's like surviving a tornado.

Oh, you know that.

Moran knew that.

Once the storm is over, you don't even
remember how you survived it.

It's never really over, is it?

No.

One thing's for sure.

You don't come out the same way you went
in.

See, you were born to be a man.

You're 20 years too late for the job.

They don't want guys like you and Moran
anymore.

A long time ago, long before they even
invented light bulbs, some smartass named

Machiavelli, I think he said,
uh, it's better to be loved than...

no, it's better to be
feared than loved.

I mean, what's that say about us,
huh?

That we're a bunch of fucking animals?

Hmm.

But we're also the zookeepers.

Is that love?

Is that your dad's baseball mitt?

It's not a mitt.

It's a glove.

I stand corrected.

Spoken like the son of a real baseball
player.

Angel of mercy, there you go again.

Smoking with the boys, turning them into
men.

Beautiful mistakes can make such a
beautiful soul.

I live from the inside out.

Just thought you should know who's in
here.

Don't turn your back on my heart.

Angel of mercy, don't push me into corners
that are much too narrow.

Don't turn your back on my heart.

Oh yeah, don't turn your back.

Angel of mercy.

Angels like you are few and far between.