All language subtitles for Internal Affairs 1988 Richard Crenna Kate Capshaw Crime HD

Glad to see you, Frank.

This is like old times.

Not exactly.

Come on, relax.

I'll try.

I got no hard feelings.

That's what you're worried about.

I'm not worried about that.

Just a cop doing your job.

That's right.

Come on, sit down.

Let's pretend we're in my office.

You think you can manage that? You asked
to see me. What do you want?

You want to get right down to it, huh?
Neither one of us likes small talk.

The way you remember it?

Yeah, well, I've got a lot more time
now.

If you don't mind, I've got a lot of
things to do. Chief Hart, don't you

that.

So you want to know why you're here.

I got an item that's just right for you.
You know, with your new

responsibilities and all.

What's the item?

A couple of cops I know.

Uniformed guys.

Brothers.

They work out of Brooklyn.

Named Griselli.

What about him?

I hear they're selling guns.

That's it.

You want more?

Selling guns. You could phone that into
Wyckoff.

Sure I could.

Maybe I wanted to see you personally.

I've been wondering about you, Frank.

I've been wondering what you've been
doing with all that momentum you've got

going. Tying me into the Wallace
homicide.

Putting away the chief of detectives.
Anybody else done that, they'd have had

command position for sure.

I didn't want a command position.

Oh, sure.

You just wanted to investigate, that's
all.

Now you're set up with internal affairs,
your own special squad.

A cop's cop.

With your little broom going whisk,
whisk, whisk.

If that's it.

I didn't mean to insult you, Frank.

I just wanted to see your face again.

The face of a small -time detective.

Just the kind you put on Mickey Mouse
stuff like that.

Hey, you see, it is like old times.

I sign the case and you do the dirty
work.

Hey,

Janet, that girl, what's her name?

Wallace's daughter.

I hear she left you.

Is it true?

The way I hear it, he's practically
running that prison.

Same as he ran the detective division.

Hart always understood power.

So far, everything he says checks out.

Where the hell does he get his
information?

Some from in prison, some from before.

He was a chief.

He knew everything.

Does he really expect to get brownie
points beating this junk like that?

Pardon is his only hope, Frank. But
don't expect him to crawl.

Hart never crawled for anybody.

Sit down, Frank.

Boy, this came in yesterday.

Some Vietnamese refugees got a
restaurant in Chinatown. Says it was a

in Saigon during the war.

Was he asking for a job?

No. It seems that he read in the papers
about this homicide we've got.

This girl tied up in this weird way,
dumped into the river.

Says that in Saigon in 75 he
investigated a similar case and closed

photographs.

the same rig.

Who's got the case?

Ray Boyce. Why don't you give these to
him?

You know him?

Anyway,

there's a special element here. This
Vietnamese guy doesn't spell it out, but

the implication is clear enough.

What's the implication?

That back in Saigon, when he thought he
was onto something, what he thought he

was onto was another cop.

Why don't you and Aaron take a trip over
there? Have some dinner for yourself

and talk to this guy.

You got it.

Oh, uh, what about the Brassellis?

Oh, there'll be something there. You can
count on it. Come on, check them out.

Her name was Marie Evans. She was a
hooker.

Took boys a week to find that out.

No one's claimed her, no one cares about
her.

Including boys.

Is that this?

Pretty much. Boys figured it was a rough
rig. Those hoopers are always getting

themselves whacked.

Didn't he care why we were interested?

Nah. It's kind of slow, Frank.

So, how's your personal life?

Barren.

Sometimes I even regret my divorce.

How's things going with you?

Well,

there's always Gene.

I tell you, sometimes the way she looks
at you, Frank. Oh.

Yeah, Jean's a great gal.

She's a good detective, too.

Yeah. She's a cop. It's not what you
want.

Yeah.

Sometimes I'm not so sure exactly what I
do want.

Clark tells me I'm small time. Forget
it, Frank.

That's how he makes himself feel big.

Remember, he wasn't such a hot shot
detective.

But he knows how to control people.

Yeah, that he knows how to do.

Daddy knows how to do.

1975, final weeks of the war.

Very unusual case.

A girl dumped into the Saigon River.

She was a singer.

Her name was Pak Tuk.

Means white bamboo.

What happened?

It was very brutal.

Brutal in what way?

The way in which she was tied.

Here.

Tied kind of a peculiar harness, pulleys
and noose.

By struggling, she strangled herself.

Genius.

But very cruel.

Yes. Very cruel.

Did you make an arrest?

No.

Any ideas?

I knew he was an American.

How'd you know that?

Three reasons.

Why three?

First, There was the crime itself.

Psycho murder, so?

We never have sadistic psycho murders in
our culture.

Never? Never, Lieutenant.

Second, the victim sang in a nightclub
that catered primarily to G .I .s.

But the third reason, and the most
important, I found a witness. A nine

-old boy who saw the body being pulled
from an official United States car.

He drew me this picture.

Notice the armband.

The child drew the letters backwards.

But it is the uniform of an American MP.

That's close to the end of the war.
There couldn't have been that many MPs

around. Around 50. No more than 100.

But people were distracted and the
officials... I just could not get a

Okay, what happened then?

About two weeks later, my country fell.

And my advisor, Mr. Hunter, he got my
family and myself out.

But I could never forget Bakhtunk.

I'm finished business.

I don't get it. Since when does IAD care
about a hooker? We got ex -MPs. That's

why Wyckoff got interested.

The military trains them. They like the
work, they come to us.

They're disciplined, motivated.

They usually make good cops.

So what if this MP, if he was an MP,
went into something else? Maybe he

grocer or a plumber. Seems to me the
odds are pretty long.

Yeah, they're long, but you gotta admit
they're interesting.

1975, a bar girl gets killed in Saigon.
13 years later, a hooker gets killed the

same way here.

Now, that's strange.

No, it's strange, all right. I'll give
you that.

Get in touch with immigration.

I'd add more about Quinn.

Try to locate that advisor, his hunter.

See what he said.

If he remembers the case.

We're going to need to run a computer
search, so we need a list.

Contact the Pentagon. Get the name of
every MP that served in the Saigon area.

Say... Two weeks before the murder until
right up to the end.

Run them up against the area resident
list, boarding list, phone book, list

local law enforcement personnel, merge
and see if we get overlaps, right?

You got it.

Morning, Internal Affairs Division.

What can I do for you?

No, he's not in yet.

How's it going with Temkin?

Meeting with the prosecutors at 2 o
'clock.

Sounds good.

Want to sit in?

Yeah, I'll try to make it.

Sal, not busy, are you?

No, I got nothing to do. Good.

I want you to give me a rundown on these
guys, Griselli brothers.

Find out everything you can, how good
they are, how much money they got, and

then check the streets.

If they're dealing guns, I want to find
out what kind.

And don't get too close.

Remember, guys who sell guns sometimes
fire them. Okay, I'm on it.

I'll try to make it.

Terrific.

He likes you, Jean.

Can it, Sal.

Well, maybe not like that, but you gotta
kind of plant the idea.

Will you just can it?

What the hell are we doing down here?

Hank, I'm telling you, this one's
special. Will you trust me? Only reason

back is I wanted you to hear it fresh.

Well, it better be good. It is, believe
me. Ah, here we are. It's on the fifth

floor.

$7 ,000 worth of sofa.

They did some job on it, I think.

Oh, Miss Gates.

I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Frank
Janik. Frank, this is Joanna Gates, 20th

century designer.

Very interesting place.

Glad you find it interesting.

If I ever need anything for the 20th
century, I know exactly where to look

it. And I'll be right here, Lieutenant,
just waiting to help you with your

decorating needs. Good.

Now, about this sofa.

Couch.

Excuse me? Well, we don't call it a
sofa. We call it a couch.

Yeah. Well, what you're saying that the
two guys came in here. They flashed

police IDs.

They split open this couch and they took
out a couple of bags of dope. Is that

right? That's right. But that's not the
problem. And then what happened?

They said, don't worry, that it wasn't
my fault and that I wasn't going to get

into any trouble. And?

And then they left.

So what exactly is your problem?

The problem, Lieutenant, is this.

couch. Would you want reimbursement? Is
that what it is? We can offer that. No.

Frank,

please. She already went there. There's
no record of such a complication.

Are you saying these guys aren't real
couch? Yes, that's exactly what I'm

to say.

This couch was consigned to me. My name
was on the crate, but I never ordered

it. Then why didn't you tell me that?
You never gave me a chance.

Now, look, Miss Gates, I don't mean to
be rude, but... But you are.

What? You are rude.

Miss Gates, would you just tell the
lieutenant the rest of it?

Thank you.

Of course, it occurred to me also that
they weren't real cops, so after they

left, I had my assistant follow them.

He saw them get to a car around the
corner. He wrote down the license

Well, there you are. Track them down and
bring them in.

Frank, we did track them, Frank, but we
didn't bring them in.

Why not?

Well, Miss Gates here ID'd their
photographs.

Turns out they were cops.

Tony and Mario Griselli.

You sure?

Positive.

Can I go back to work now? I've got
clients.

Unless the lieutenant here has any
further questions.

Lieutenant, do you have any further
questions?

No questions, Miss Gates, but I'd
appreciate it if you told me. If I don't

town, because you may want to talk to
me.

Look, I'm sorry I got off on the wrong
foot.

Lieutenant.

Miss Gates, appreciate it.

So maybe Hart's tip was bigger than we
thought.

Good -looking woman.

She liked you.

She did.

A little antagonistic, maybe, but that's
usually a good sign.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, what? Did you like her?

Not particularly.

Why not? I thought she was rude.

Spoiled. Used to getting things her own
way.

Fine. Hey, Frank, there's a limit to
what I can do for you. I got my own life

lead. Do you mind if we talk a little
business?

Not at all.

Tell Sal to put the heat in the
Griselli's.

I want a full report.

I thought you'd like her. Will you stop
with that?

The bag lady was here.

Marie's body was wedged under there
against those pilings.

That old bag lady cuts a pretty five.

Was she dumped here or did she float?

She floated. We don't know from where.
The harbor unit?

Harbor unit's got its theories. So does
the Coast Guard.

Anywhere from that next pier, they say,
and the George Washington Bridge.

What about Jersey?

About the only thing they'll say for
certain is she probably was not dumped

the Jersey side.

For certain?

Probably?

That's what I'm saying.

Come on, we got a lot to do.

By the way, Frank, Joanna Gates called.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

She wants your phone number.

Well, do I give it to her or what?

Sure, give it to her. Why not?

Think she's hot for your body, Frank.

Give me a break.

Enormous hatred of women.

But in his normal life, he could get
along with them very well.

Married? Have a girlfriend?

Might even be a ladies' man.

Ladies' man?

This goes way beyond bondage,
Lieutenant.

Tell me.

He rendered the victim helpless by
putting her in an impartable position.

Once she's exhausted, she choked.

You see the equation?

Served her right.

She did it, not me.

Ergo, I.

And blame them.

Cause of death, self -strangulation.

You know all that.

What else?

Interesting bite marks on her right
shoulder. She was alive when she was

Marks like this?

I made an impression of the teeth.

Similar. But I'd have to examine the
body. Sorry.

It happened 13 years ago, in another
country far away.

Sure, I remember.

North Vietnamese armies were rolling
down the coast.

Saigon was in a stranglehold. We were
all wondering if we'd ever get out of

there alive.

And there was Quinn, carrying on about
this singer, insisting that her killer

had to be an American.

An American MP.

What do you think?

Maybe he was.

Maybe he wasn't. You'd wonder why a guy
who would do a thing like that would

wear an armband, use an official car.

I'll tell you, Quinn struck us as being
pretty good.

He was a fine detective.

Not corrupt, like a lot of them were
over there.

Still, I had this feeling.

He seemed to change when he got that
case.

Became some kind of a fanatic.

I never did figure out what was bugging
him, but... Like he...

wanted the killer to be an American.

Mr. Hunter, why do you suppose that was?

It was a strange time, Sergeant.

You see, I think, like a lot of
Vietnamese, he blamed us for the

country. And like a lot of them, he was
looking for a scapegoat.

Yeah? Uh, this is Joe Gates.

I'm the woman who... Yeah, I remember.

Um, I'm calling to apologize.

For what?

For saying you were rude.

I probably was.

Well, let's just forget it, huh?

No, um, I respect cops, and I was the
one being rude.

I wanted you to know that.

Am I getting you at a bad time?

Oh, no, no.

No, not at all.

I hope that you don't think that I'm too
brazen, but I would like to ask you and

Mrs. Yannick out for dinner.

There isn't any Mrs. Yannick.

Well, then I'd like to take you out to
dinner.

That isn't necessary.

No, no, of course it's not. It's
something that I'd like to do.

Well, I don't know.

Look, Miss Gates.

Joe, please.

Would you be free Friday night?

I don't usually... Um, we can split the
bill.

I mean, if it'll make you feel any
better, Lieutenant.

Actually, Joe, I think it'll be very
nice.

Why don't I pick you up after work?

7 .30 at my gallery.

Good. Oh, and by the way, the name's
Frank.

I know.

Good night.

Most Bersellis are so -so cops.

Low profile, but not too low.

Here's Mario, second from the left.

Smart one, cautious.

This is his house. Nothing special.

Here he is with his kids.

Here he is with one of his birds.

He's been with the department 11 years.

Below average on collars.

No major infractions.

And he likes the bowl.

He's very average.

You know what I mean?

Not exactly.

It's goody -goody time, Frank.

There's nothing personal. There's
nothing that stands out.

Maybe he's a boring guy.

Maybe that's what he wants you to think.

See, personally, I don't find him so
boring.

I think he's very interesting.

You want to tell me why?

In a minute. But first, let's take a
look at Brother Tony.

He's not so smart as Morrow. He's not
quite so cautious.

Check out the Cadillac.

Here's his house.

It's a little more upscale from Mario's.

They live close by, but his
neighborhood's flashier. They're crooks,

See this pizza place?

They own it.

And this one.

And this parking lot.

And a laundromat.

And the bowling alley that Mario likes
to hang out in.

It's all stuff nobody notices. And
there's more.

Such as?

Car washes in Queens, a couple of condos
down in Miami, investment property

outside of Philadelphia.

All that from selling guns?

It's a lot more than guns, Frank.

The word on the street is, they'll sell
you anything you want.

Lots of cash washing around their
precinct.

Colombian drug dealers, stashes in
private homes.

The Griscellis know the streets.

When they make an arrest, it's like an
amateur.

Or a juvenile.

Or someone like that.

Well, you got a hunch, go with it, Sal.

What do you think I ought to do?

Sting them.

How?

Well, the way I'd do it, I'd go up to
them and I'd say, I know they deal guns.

But I'm not interested in guns.

I got a lot of guns. What am I
interested in?

Information.

Where all that money in the neighborhood
is.

Where those stashes are.

Who do I represent?

Cops.

Cops?

Manhattan cops that want to make a
score.

But you don't tell them that.

They've got to drag that out of you.

Don't go in with the wire.

Because at first they're going to be a
little suspicious.

They might even rough you up.

They've got a good thing going here. I
mean, why should they let me in?

After making all that money protecting
the Colombians, they're not going to go

around robbing them, too.

But fresh cops from Manhattan.

We can do it. And split with them.

If they set it up for it.

I like it.

Just go on in there cold.

Confident, like you know the kind of guy
that'd go for it.

Then what?

Then see if they bite.

And if they don't?

See if they report it.

You're really into this, aren't you?

Oh, yeah.

Police and the police.

The ultimate detective work.

Isn't it, Brian?

Not for me, it isn't.

Clean. Nice, clean girl that Marie Evans
was.

And neat.

It was underneath.

Hey, Frank.

Looks like we got a little pharmacy
here.

She did heavy drugs. Boy Smith did.

And in Saigon in 1975, you could buy
this stuff on every corner.

So what do we got? Some kind of drug
case here?

Sir, I'm sorry, we're about to close.

Yeah, I'm here to see Miss Gates.

Oh, the detective.

Well, Joseph's finishing up with some
clients, so take a seat or look around.

Thank you. Sure.

Phil, what do you think?

Uh, I don't think I understand it.

Like it?

Maybe it's an acquired taste.

But you're interested.

Oh, yeah, I'm interested.

So maybe it could grow on you.

Oh, it could. But I got to admit that my
taste runs more to early Salvation

Army. Original.

Let's go out this way.

David, um, you'll be a sweetheart and
lock up for me?

Uh -huh.

So, I'd like to know one thing.

Who is Joanna Gates?

You are a detective, aren't you?

Mm -hmm.

Well, which version do you want, the
long or the short?

Whichever.

I was brought up in Newark, working
class folks.

Got married right out of college to an
architect.

Oh? Mm.

Eight years, and then we got divorced.

Any family?

Mm -mm.

I mean, no kids.

Not that you want to count my kid
brother.

Practically raised him.

And then?

Then, after the divorce, I went back to
school, studied design, worked with a

decorator for a couple years, and I
opened up my own gallery.

You lead a very interesting life.

Mm. I think you lead an interesting
life.

No, it's different.

What I deal with is ugly.

Crooks, killers, cops on the take.

They're pretty sick of that.

Well, what you deal with is... It's
beautiful stuff.

Depends on how you look at it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, tell me about it.

About what?

About your life. I mean...

What's it like to be a cop?

You really want to know?

Yeah, I really want to know.

So Hart was your biggest hit?

Well, it was never my case, officially.

Some of the guys I was on.

I just didn't want the credit.

Why not?

Well, a long story.

The Hart business was personal.

It was on account of him that my oldest
friend committed suicide.

And he set up the murder of my
girlfriend's father.

That's horrible.

We broke up a year or so ago.

Do you miss her?

Well, it's nice to meet someone now.

Yeah.

It's good for me, too.

Thanks for a great evening.

Yeah.

I... I enjoyed it.

Good night.

Good night.

The suspense is killing me, Frank.

We've got a hundred MPs in there with a
few thousand local area names ready to

merge.

Want to bet how many overlaps we get?

You have four overlaps, Lieutenant.

Two civilians.

One East Village, one New Rochelle.

Two law enforcement.

I say Cooper, Sergeant.

Narcotics Detective NYPD.

cave. How do we know our killer isn't
from out of town?

We don't. We just have to give it our
best shot.

Divide them up and investigate the hell
out of them.

Thanks, Ellen.

I didn't want to be a cop. I still got a
lawsuit going for what they did to me

over there. Yeah? What happened?

Post -Vietnam stress syndrome.

You ever hear of that?

Sure. Well, that's a shame. Yeah.

One more thing.

You happen to know where you were on
November 17th of this year?

I was on vacation in Hawaii with my wife
and kids.

What were you?

There's Vaughn over there on the phone.

Sharpest man in the troop.

Taught my kid how to box.

That's terrific.

Anything else?

Lovely wife.

Church vesterman.

Captain of our troop basketball squad.

That's wonderful.

Does he play the cello?

Hmm?

Maybe you should put up a statue of him
in front of the post here.

What are you talking about, Detective?

Well, he's perfect, isn't he?

Sure.

I kind of liked being an MP.

Thanks for the work I do now.

Really?

Sure, man. I keep the discipline here.

So, do you like to tie people up?

I'm not really into rope.

So what is your thing?

Kind of like yours, man.

How do you mean?

Handcuffs?

Chains. Leg iron.

You know.

Steel.

You guys work with Jerry Renfrew. Tell
me about him. This is strictly off the

record, fellas.

Internal affairs.

Anything we say is on the record. You
know what I mean?

Fine.

Just tell me what you know about him.

Jerry's a loner.

Street smart.

Knows what he's doing. Yeah.

Good sources.

People trust him. Is that it?

What about his personal life?

Why don't you ask him?

Hey, we gotta get downtown.

Yeah.

Would you excuse us, detective?

Previous engagement.

Gay leather disciplinarian. What can I
tell you?

I'm not into the rope scene, man.

How's his alibi?

Airtight. At the bar every night.

Unfortunately.

Dave?

Yeah. Vaughn loved the military, so when
he got out, he chose the closest thing

he could find.

Anyway, seems to me if the MP was black,
the Vietnamese kid would have drawn him

black.

Makes sense.

How about you, Gene?

Jerry Renfrew.

I like him, Frank.

Why?

First, he's a narc. We know about them.

Second, he wasn't just a patrol MP.

He was a CID, based in a detention
center for high -ranking enemy

Criminal investigation.

That could fit, Frank.

Yeah.

What else?

Just a feeling.

From what I can find out, he's been
acting very withdrawn lately, starting

the time Marie Evans was killed.

Well, I trust your instincts, Jean.

Anyway, he's all we've got, so I think
we'd better take a good look at him.

Isn't he great?

I've been to Florence, Paris, Rome, all
beautiful cities.

But for me, Manhattan is the best.

No doubt about it, it's a great town.

It's so electric, can't you feel it?

Yeah.

But from where I stand, I can also feel
the danger.

But it's romantic.

I think I decided to get into design
because I came from such an ugly place.

I'm not working like that.

Oh, my neighborhood was bad.

Cold? Yeah.

Now, sometimes you can surround yourself
with beautiful things and still feel

incomplete.

Okay, sucker, who the hell are you?

Detective, get his feet.

And see if he's wired.

Trying to set us up, detective?

I told you already, I'm here to make a
deal.

Deal, huh?

We got a deal for you.

How about we turn you in?

You wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't?

So?

What do you got to say for yourself?

I heard you're a couple of smart guys.

Smart enough to listen.

Then would you hear? Yeah.

Am I under the wrong impression?

Am I talking to the wrong guy?

You tell me.

Naturally, us being cops, we don't want
to rip off civilians.

Naturally. No, but we want to help
ourselves with some of this really big

that we hear is stashed around your
precinct.

Stashed where?

Homes. Whose homes?

Colombians. Drug dealers.

Is there a drug dealer in our precinct,
Tony?

If he says so, Mario.

Okay, so it goes like this.

The cops are making a bust. We go in
there, nobody messes with us, nobody

to shoot out, okay?

I suppose one of these drug dealers gets
arrested a year or so down the line.

He's been ripped off by dirty cops. He's
going to want to trade that in, get

himself a better deal. But the way we
work it, he's got nothing to trade.

We're from another borough.

He doesn't know who we are.

And what we need from you is
intelligence.

Who to hit, when, and where.

For that, we pay you 20%.

Come

in, Frank.

Lieutenant Frank Janik, Detective Ray
Boyce.

How are you, Ray?

Detective Boyce has a problem, Frank.

Ray, why don't you tell them what's on
your mind yourself?

Seems you're running an investigation on
one of my cases.

So what's the big idea?

Does Hooker get strangled, she turns up
in the river?

Nobody cares.

At least I don't think anybody did.

What's your question, Ray? I want to
know what the hell's going on.

Well, like you said, we're running a
parallel investigation.

Am I under suspicion?

What do you people think I've done? It's
got nothing to do with you, Ray. There

have been double investigations before,
Ray, even triple investigations. You

know that. Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

I heard about you.

Oh, yeah?

What have you heard?

You get off on things like this. Like
what? Internal affairs.

Bringing down a cop.

Take it easy now, Ray. Take it easy.

You know, it sounds like you've been
working too hard, Ray. Sounds like you

a good vacation.

I'll talk to you, John.

Hi, Jean.

I'm sorry I'm late. Problem.

What? Your flight's up.

Renfrew's got some unregistered
informants, like all of us, right?

Talk to that assistant DA again, the one
who thinks he's sleazy.

She put me out to Martina.

Who is she?

Martina Rossoff, Russian immigrant,
dancer.

I think you're going to find her
interesting, Frank.

Jerry Rensselaer?

Sure, he saw Marie.

Okay, he even brought her stuff.

But never too much.

What kind of stuff?

Crack, poke.

Skag? Yeah, she used that, sure. But
Jerry never brought her that.

How long you been using?

I come here five years ago.

I want to be a ballerina.

Look at me.

She slept with him. That was the deal.

What he brought her was supposed to be
in exchange for information.

But it didn't take long for Jerry to get
all of her information. And after that,

it was just for fun.

She liked it?

Yeah.

Nice thing about Jerry, she once told
me, was that he knew she did drugs.

The tricks.

And still, he didn't care.

Really? Why not?

Oh, he cared. Because he cared about
her.

But he did not judge her. That's what
she meant.

Marie once told me that she and Jerry
and me, we

were the same kind of people.

What kind of people's that?

We don't like ourselves very much.

Nice work, Jane.

It's got to be him.

Oh, my God.

That's looking good.

I'm glad Aaron decided we really liked
each other.

But I didn't like you.

What? Not at all.

Does he always call up Ben that you
don't like and ask him out to dinner?

No, not always.

You were special.

Is it true what Aaron said?

What?

What did Aaron say?

He said that you were hot for my body.

No.

No, but sometimes things turn out a
little differently than you think.

And how did you think that they turn
out?

I don't think you want to know.

You give me an order.

Are you sure?

We don't sell the kind of intelligence
you want for 20%. Well, what do you sell

it for?

Not for any price.

Well, I guess that's it then.

We sell the intelligence and the plan,
not one without the other.

Oh, yeah?

Sounds good.

And for that, we give 50%. See, the
plan, that's the whole thing. The

information's nothing without the plan.

What kind of plan are you talking about?
The whole operation.

It's all in the details, Sally boy.

I don't know. I mean, I'll have to
check.

Yeah, you do that. Yeah.

Check it out with your principles.

I'll get back to you.

Yeah, sure.

You get back to her.

Hey, Tony.

I know that hooker.

Diane's somebody.

Junkie, too. Yeah.

Looks like she's doing a drug deal with
Ranzo there.

What do you say we break up the party?

Let's do it.

What about him?

He can tag along, right, Sally boy?

Give you a little lesson in police work.

All right, go! Freeze!

Right there. Don't go anywhere.

Don't move!

Come on.

Right there. Thanks. Okay, come on.
Hurry, hurry. Hey, you buying junk from

slimeball? Huh?

Oh, peddling junk to the lady, huh? Hand
it over, sugar lips. Give me your

money.

Okay, I'm confiscating this.

Unless you want your stinking dope back.

Can I have it back?

You gotta pay for it. Hey, wait a
minute.

We'll sell it back to you. Cut rate.
Fifty cents on the dollar?

Okay.

Need it bad, don't you? Yeah, I need it
real bad.

So pay for it. We got a special for you
right here at half price.

You mean it?

Oh, yeah. Of course we mean it.

So, everybody happy now?

I don't know. I mean, I just spent
double.

Where's my profit? I'm not getting any
profit in this.

They're not happy, Mario.

Oh, gee, Tony.

I'll just have to confiscate this.

All right, now listen, you two. This
time, you got up easy.

But next time, watch out.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Wait. All right, let's go. Goodbye.

Like I said, Sally,

it's all in the details. That's right,
Sally. It's all in the details.

This thing you're going to do, is it
dangerous?

Oh, it shouldn't be.

Thanks.

No, it shouldn't be if we do it right.

Well, what do you do exactly?

Well, first we get them to trust us, and
then we double -cross them.

That doesn't bother you?

Bad cops?

Animals. It doesn't bother me at all.

So I would have thought.

What, I have trouble with the betrayal
part?

No, not really.

See, there's something, I don't know,
elegant about a really good sting.

Elegant? What you do, you exploit that
part of a person's character that made

him a criminal in the first place.

If he's greedy or murderous, that's
what's going to get him.

In a well -managed sting, the bad guy
always traps himself.

And these grizzlies, are they animals?

Yeah, I'm afraid they are.

You didn't want any more.

No, thanks.

Joan, tell me the truth.

Am I too old for you?

Do you think you're too old for me?

Sometimes I wonder.

It never occurred to me that you'd worry
about something like that.

You're so confident and so tough.

Tough. Yeah.

On the street, I'm tough.

Who's this?

That's Mark, my brother.

It's a good -looking kid.

What's he do?

Oh, he's finding himself.

Aren't we all?

Are you ready to face the city?

Yes, I'm ready.

Frank, you don't know me that well, and
maybe I'm not as good for you as you

think I am.

You trying to tell me something?

Maybe.

Maybe I'm just saying that if you're
feeling like you're too old for me, you

just say that to me.

Maybe he's counting seagulls or
something.

Could be.

I'm up to 317 myself.

You know, Frank, lately you've been
looking pretty good.

Contented, you know what I mean?

Everybody in the squad's been discussing
it. They're all saying how good the

lieutenant's looking.

That's what they're saying, huh? That's
what they're saying.

I think it's Joanna.

Frank, she's what you've been looking
for.

Think so?

Ladies are class act.

Yeah, that she is.

Where's Renfrew?

Over there.

Been standing there for over an hour.

Just standing there.

As if he's looking for her or something.

This about does it for me, Frank.

Let's take it.

What about Marie Evans?

We were lovers, okay?

So why didn't you say that?

I just did.

Well, not up front you didn't.

Well, I get it. You want to see us
sweat, right? No, you got me wrong,

I didn't. You didn't what?

You just figure it out, okay?

You just figure it out, okay?

You want to stonewall us?

Where's the doubt?

I got news for you, detective.

You're the one that's going to get worn
down.

Come on, Jerry, don't jive me. I work
narcotics, okay?

All right, so you know what it's like.

Sure I do.

I know about unregistered informants. I
know how you feed them a little so they

feed you a little back. I can even
appreciate getting personally involved

one if she was as beautiful as Marie
was.

There's no regulation against it.

But there is a regulation that says you
know a homicide victim, you report it.

Why didn't you report it, Jerry?

Why?

You feel an abuse, Jerry?

You want a lawyer?

You want us to make this official?

Because the minute you say you want it
official, you got it, buddy.

You got it.

Filing false timesheets. Taking
unauthorized leaves.

Ripping off minor dealers. Using their
dope to pay off informants. What else?

Come on, Jerry. That's nothing. We want
the big stuff. I told you. You told us

this. What do you want from me? What?

What do we want? Yeah. You tell us. All
you want me... All we want is what?

You want me to confess.

Confess to what? Come on, Jerry.

Spit it out.

You want me to say that I killed her?
Did you? No. You didn't? No!

Did we ever ask you if you killed her?
Well?

Well? I didn't do it. You didn't do
what? I didn't do it. Didn't do...

What? I didn't kill her.

I'd sure like to believe you, Jerry, but
you make it real tough, pal.

I loved her.

You bastards, I loved her.

Nine hours. I don't believe it.

I don't think he did it.

What, do you see something we don't?

Maybe Fred and I are too close in there.
What do you see, Frank?

It's more like what I don't see.

I don't see the anger.

It's always a schizo.

He forgot he whacked her. The guy's
holding back.

I know.

But what?

You think I like this?

Working over another cop?

Crowley likes it.

Not me.

I didn't pick IED. They put me here.

But still, I want to do the job right.

You were crazy about her, weren't you?

Never does.

She was from this very classy family,
and when they found out that she was

taking dope, they cut her off.

And that's when she started doing
tricks.

And you both really liked that, didn't
you?

Like what?

Hitting bottom.

Yeah, that's right.

I wish you like.

Oh, the Vietnamese detective you told
our members?

Yeah.

He even had a witness to the body he
dumped in the river.

I don't know, Jerry.

Maybe it's time to take a polygraph.

That's what I'd do if it was me.

Of course, I didn't kill anybody.

I didn't either.

Well, convince me of that and you're out
of here.

So far, I haven't been convinced.

Do you work for the New York City Police
Department?

Yes.

Before 1987, did you ever do any
criminal act?

No.

Did you tie up Marie Evans?

No.

Are you responsible for the death of
Marie Evans?

No.

A lot of agitation here.

Here, too.

About Marie.

Still, when I asked if he killed her, I
asked him six times.

His denial's consistent.

How's he telling the truth?

Well, as you know, Lieutenant, the test
has limited validity.

So? So, I'm afraid here the readings are
inconclusive.

Yeah, aren't they always?

If you can fool yourself, you can fool
the polygraph. Look, we know he was

involved with Marie Evans. He was an MP.

You saw him react to the witness wrong.

That's another thing.

What?

Quinn. Quinn?

There's nothing wrong with him, Frank.
He could be one of us.

An obsessed cop with an unsolvable case.
Yeah, could be.

You're saying what?

Suppose Quinn knows more than he's told
us.

Suppose he got his list of MPs, he
narrowed it down to Jerry Rensselaer.

Okay, so now he's here.

But the obsession goes on.

He keeps hiring that nut.

Yeah. And then one night he gets this
idea.

Since he can't nail Rensselaer for the
old case, he'll create a new case.

Exactly the same.

He's an ex -cop, he'd know how to do
that. And when boys can't connect Jerry

Marie, Quinn writes the letter to
Wycoff.

Why Frank?

Kind of hard to believe he'd whack some
gal just to make a frame.

We've both seen good cops get twisted
around.

Look, I'm not saying that Quinn's trying
to frame Renfrew.

I don't know something about the guy.
All that obsession.

Why, Aaron? Why?

That's the name of the game.

What are we doing here?

He wants to know what we're doing here,
Mario.

What we're doing here is we're going to
give you a little test, alley boy. You

pass, and you go on to the next square.

You fail, and, uh... What's the test?

Go into 172. Ring apartment 2C. Tell
them the brothers sent you. The

Ask Mrs.

Valdez. She'll give you a bag.

You bring it back out of your house.

And that's it?

They should handle it.

The brother sent me.

You from the brother?

Yeah, you Mrs. Valdez?

That's me.

Come on in, handsome.

So you're the new bag man.

Mario told me about you.

Bag man?

Here it is, honey.

Take it.

I mean, here's to take.

So take it, gorgeous.

You heard her.

Take it, gorgeous.

I said take it.

Now pose with it.

Yeah, that's it.

Ready for the picture.

Okay.

Let's go.

Be patient, Ted.

I can't wear warts. I got nothing on
them, but they got something big on me.

If we do this thing and it goes to
trial, their attorney's going to wave

photo at me and I'm going to look like a
crook.

What we're going to do, we're going to
go to Wyckoff. We're going to tell him

everything. That way he'll be protected.

Okay?

Okay.

But I still got a problem.

What?

I don't know. The whole thing, it
just... Maybe we ought to call it off.

Call off this thing? After what they've
done to me, Frank? No way.

I'm sad you're getting too wrapped up
with them.

The hook is in, Frank.

Come on. The plan is ready to go.

All right, so tell me. The main drug
source is this family, Colombians. They

live together in the same house.

Women, children, grandparents.

They want us to hit the house.

In our collection, there's a lot of
money laying there overnight.

How much?

Six, seven hundred grand.

The place must be guarded like Fort
Knox.

Now, Mario says that he and Tony can
draw them off, and all we got to do is

and scoop up the money.

What about the women?

He says kill them.

And the children?

He said kill them, too.

And if we ain't got the stomach for it,
we should blindfold them.

Well, the point is, Frank, to make it
look like they were hit by a rival

Then the families go to war against each
other, and we just sit back and count

the cash, is that it?

What do you think?

Oh, it sounds pretty crude.

Well, like Mario keeps telling me, it's
all in the details.

Is it all talk or what?

No, Frank, they'll do it.

I passed their stinking test.

Now we just wheel him in.

That's all we got to do.

All right, we'll take it one more step.

But I'm bringing Dave in to cover your
back.

From now on, whenever you talk to those
guys, he's going to be behind you, you

understand?

Quinn checks out.

The perfect immigrant.

Big success. The American dream.

Nobody's perfect.

Yeah, well, there is one thing.

Doesn't necessarily apply to Quinn, but
makes for an interesting concept.

What's that?

Seems the Vietnamese have this thing.

Man of a hundred deceptions and a
thousand plots.

Part of their concept that's known as
the hundred -year rainbow.

What that means is, the steps ain't up
so that years later you're trapped as

well.

Wouldn't you get that?

Huh.

Only Japanese -speaking cop in the
department.

The new undercover officer, if you
approve.

Molly!

You look terrific out there.

Molly, I'd like you to meet Lieutenant
Frank Janik. Frank, meet Molly Tron.

Hello, your mother. Nice meeting you.

Quinn needs a new hostess for his
restaurant.

His daughter's going off to college, and
I was thinking, well, maybe we could

put Molly in. My uncle owns a Vietnamese
restaurant in Seattle.

I'd like to talk to him.

He'll back up any story I want.

You don't have to do this, Sheila.

I want to.

She wants to be a detective.

Well, you're not going to get a gold
shield going undercover for a couple of

weeks, but you'll learn a lot.

Remember, this is not a game.

I know that, Lieutenant.

Think she can handle it?

Well, she's smart and she's cool, Frank.

So, she looks so small.

Are you kidding?

She's a black belt. You see her throw
that guy?

You like her, don't you?

She's kind of nice.

Okay, we'll try her out.

You and Gene will run her.

I want you to watch out for her.

Train her good. I don't want anything to
happen to her.

Neither do I.

You want to get something?

No.

I just want to go straight home.

I've had it.

So you could say that Jerry Renfrew's
another war casualty.

The war broke him. He's riddled with
guilt. So that's what I'm working on.

But Wyckoff doesn't care, so long as I
bring him a dirty cop.

But you don't feel that way.

You can't feel good about putting away
another cop, even if it's your job.

For me, it's the case. That's the
challenge.

But this one's got me.

I mean, I've been rioting Sal about the
way he's hung up on the Grisellis. Now I

guess I'm getting hung up on this one.

In what way?

I don't have anything so damn
coincidental.

Two murders, years apart, the same M .O.

I don't know.

Could it be the same killer?

Huh?

Could be. Could be the same killer
acting out a ritual as if the rest of

world is going on about his business,
and he's locked in place.

Do you think it's Renfrew?

Renfrew's mixed up in it. I'm sure of
that.

I just have to find out how.

Well, I got the job.

Dynamite. That's really great.

Andy, surely his daughter fits in the
night. In the restaurant business,

how you know the job.

What's he like?

He's a nice guy, so far.

Why don't you get close to somebody in
there?

Choose someone. Turn them into a friend.

Well, there's this busboy. Better fit
the woman.

Easier to gossip and get information,
isn't it?

Yeah. I want to make sure you got home
okay.

You know, I think you're the first lady
that ever said that to me.

Well, that's a good line.

I like it.

So do I.

I've just been sitting here thinking
about you.

Oh.

Have you now?

I've been thinking about you a lot these
days.

I think I like hearing you say that.

I want you to like it.

I want you to like everything about me.

Well, I already do.

You really?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

That makes me feel good.

Um, I've also been thinking a lot about
your case.

Oh?

Which one? The Vietnamese girl.

and he's an expert.

Well, is he an ex -boyfriend?

Well, he's a friend of mine.

Well, then maybe you shouldn't meet him.

Are you jealous?

Jealous? No.

Jealous, jealous, we all say.

Joe,

you're just a kid. You're an old, old
man.

All right, give your ex a call.

Yeah, thanks, Joe.

Just trying to be of some help.

I appreciate it.

Here we go.

Thanks.

So, how long have you known Janet,
Karen?

Frank?

10, 12 years.

When I first started out, I thought I
was a pretty good detective. But it was

Frank who taught me what it was all
about.

What is it about?

People. That's it?

That's it.

You gotta do your legwork. You gotta
follow the paper trail.

Tickets, phone bills, welfare records,
all of that. You gotta sort and

But in the end, it's people.

Who they are.

How they think, why they do the things
they do.

Can you really learn that?

Some guys never learn. But the great
cops, and Frank is a great cop, that's

every one of them is strong.

You really like the work, don't you? I
love it, Molly.

I don't know yet, but I think I'm going
to love it, too.

Hey, Mario.

Take it easy, Tony.

Good night, bitch.

You want to get home, Sally boy?

Enjoy.

Quinn, you startled me.

I have friends in Seattle, Molly.

They know your uncle's restaurant, but
they do not know you.

Who are you, Molly?

Who do you work for?

This girl, Batuk.

Who is she, Quinn?

She? Was my sister.

Well, isn't that nice of you to tell us
that? Who the victim was should not make

any difference.

But it did, didn't it?

Maybe you hired someone to kill Marie.
Why?

It's revenge, that's why.

You followed Renfrew, found out he was
seeing Marie, then had her killed to set

him up. Then you contacted us, and we'd
look for an ex -MP.

No way, that's twisted.

Yeah, for a normal person, maybe.

Maybe not for a guy who works the
hundred -year ambush.

I told you about that.

Molly.

Look, I never heard of this detective
Renfrew.

You know, I am beginning to wonder
whether that advisor of yours was right

he said you were a fine young detective.

I did a good job.

Oh, did you?

Your case file stinks.

You ran this investigation like an
amateur.

I was good.

Yeah, good and scared, huh?

Scared of what you might find. Why was
your sister whoring around? That is a

lie! Who were her regular customers? She
was a singer! My sister was a singer!

Oh, was she? Really? Yes, she was!

A girl was murdered.

Your job was to investigate her life.

Not come up with some kid's drawing to
try to put the blame on some nameless

American. I did the best job I could.
Well, it wasn't good enough!

The guy who killed your sister was the
same guy who wasted Marie.

So what did they have in common?

Kinky sex? Drugs? What?

Big bad cop performance work, Frank.

You never really thought he framed
Jerry, did you?

But I knew there was stuff he wasn't
telling us.

I tell you, it's just a crazy case.

All crazy.

So what's he saying now?

Seems besides her singing, Bach truck
moonlighted for some kind of, quote,

special escort service.

I tell you, if it was me out there and I
had a victim tied up like that, it's

the first place I'd have looked.

That was the place to start.

Yeah.

You sure you don't want to come in?

Well, I'd like to, but I've got to get
back to the office. I've got two hours

paperwork.

Frank.

I was supposed to call last night. I
waited.

I know it's tough.

Yes, I saw him tonight. I just got in.

Nothing.

We had a good time, that's all.

Listen, Mark, I don't think this is
going to work out.

Why not?

If it doesn't, that's it.

I'm trying to tell you that I can't do
this.

I don't have it in me.

Of course I care for you. You're my
brother.

No, I don't want that to happen.

It's just that all this work, it makes
me feel bad.

I'll do the best I can.

But there's a limit.

You've got to understand that, Mark.

I can only go so far.

There's only so much I can do.

Guy DeCosta. Does he know who I am?

Of course.

And he's excited to meet you.

He's writing a book about Saigon. The
Holstein over there?

He may never finish it, but he knows a
lot about it.

Everybody knew the whole house of cards
was going to fall.

So, there they were.

Everybody running around, liquidating
their assets, organizing their getaways.

Tell me about the prostitution thing.

What do you want to know?

Special escort services. Oh, yeah, they
had them.

Madame On, Madame Bin, Belle du Jour.

Also, Madame Hung.

Old Mama Son.

High squeaky voices.

Lots of diamond rings.

What did they mean by special?

Little girls.

Little boys.

You know.

Let's say you like to hurt people.

If that was your scene, Saigon was your
town.

You just thought the people over there
had seen enough pain.

Saw it.

Got to like it.

See, if a gun brought out your worst, it
was like a big hothouse where

everything thick grew, flourished.

Mama said it was their job to help you
enjoy it.

See how far you were willing to go.

Molly's still in grace.

She's already nailed down two of the
mama's sons, and now she's working on

third. What's she doing?

Immigration records, refugee groups.

One of these days, she's going to be a
very good detective.

I'm supposed to meet these ladies? Meet
and interrogate.

Madams Hahn in Washington and Bin in
Tampa.

Yeah, yeah. Come on, I want... I'm now
home in Atlanta.

Oh, this could be a very nice trip,
Aaron.

Hahn, Bin, and Hong.

Just what I need.

What about Belle de Jour?

Arrested by the VC, then sent to a re
-education camp.

No one's seen her since.

Thanks.

What you do?

You tell them they've got to meet with
one of your principals.

That means they've got to be patted down
for wires.

Pat them down? They're going to want to
pat you down.

So we'll all pat each other. We'll play
patty cake, patty cake.

Now, I've got a better idea.

There's a Ukrainian bathhouse down on
the Lower East Side.

We'll meet there, in the steam room.

No clothes, no guns, no wires.

Everybody's safe.

You gonna tell them who you are?

No, I can't do that, no.

I don't think they'd buy that a
lieutenant from IAD's in on a deal like

What about your go's, Aaron Greenberg?

Yeah.

I like that, Sal.

I like that.

Ain't I seen you before?

I could swear to Detective Division,
right?

Something like that.

So who are you?

Pardon me for asking, but I'd like to
know who I'm doing business with.

Name's Greenberg.

I'm a whip on SIU, out of Inspectional
Services.

Internal affairs?

Yeah, so what? Now, wait a minute.

You didn't say nothing about... I said
Greenberg.

Sal here never said nothing about you
guys with IAT.

How do you think we found out about you?
They know about us?

We know about you. You better explain.

We got on to you, we talked it over, we
decided you were the kind of guys we

were looking for.

So far, it seems to be working out.

What if we hadn't gone along?

Then you'd be in a lot of trouble.

I don't like the way you're saying that.
Come on, come on, come on. This is

business.

We need you and you need us.

So let's get this deal moving.

Set a date.

Guys like that make me want to puke.
Frank just told them we were I .A .D.

What? We'll find out sooner or later.

Besides, bandits like them have no
trouble believing that we're bandits and

.D. In fact, the more they think about
it, the better they're going to like it.

We'll see.

Who knows what else we find.

Sal's got me worried.

He hates too much.

You can turn into a fanatic going after
other cops.

Even if they're scum like themselves.

You know, I was in a steam room with
him. And even then I felt dirty.

Do you always have to talk about them?

What? Your cases.

I, uh... I thought you were interested.

Frank, I've got something to tell you.

And I've got something to tell you.

I'm grateful.

There is something watching us.

Where?

Across the way.

God.

They're usually on us.

Those kind of guys give me the creeps.
What are you going to do?

I'm going to go over there and check it
out. I don't know.

Stay cool.

Okay.

Come on. We're all going home. Get
everybody out of the pool.

Here we go.

Come on.

In the bag.

Get in there. Get in there.

Come on!

Going down!

And like I tell you, sir, this space has
been empty for about the last three

months.

Well, that may be.

But this is the room.

This Madam Finn won't see me, Frank.
What do you mean she won't see you?

Why? What can I tell you? She's not a
good citizen.

Come on, Aaron.

Okay, it's because I'm not an officer.

She said that? No, Jade said it.

Seems some Vietnamese are like this.
They make these kind of social

distinctions. Who the hell is Jade?
She's Madam Bin's... You know, what do

call it?

Bodyguard or something.

I don't... Frank, look, you gotta see
this yourself.

Well, will Madam Bin see me?

That's what I'm telling you.

Look, you know I wouldn't bother you if
it didn't smell like something was up.

So you want me down there?

Yes. A -S -A -P.

I'll be on the next plane.

Dave, can I talk to you for a minute?

Excuse us, Kevin.

Dave, something I want you to do.

There's a loft downtown.

I say it's been unoccupied for the last
three months.

I put a seal on the door last night.

Here's the address.

What I want you to do, I want you to go
there. I want you to make a search.

Something I'm looking for?

Prints on the doorknobs, wherever.

Wink up pills, cigarette butts, anything
else you can find.

You want to know what this is all about?

Well, it's sort of personal.

Somebody's been watching me and Joe.

That's good enough for me, Frank.

Thanks.

How'd we do, Molly?

Oh, I got you on an Eastern nonstop,
leaving from Kennedy at noon.

Oh, terrific.

Hey, call the desk and check me out of
the city, will you? And thanks again.

Oh, hey, Jean.

Walk me out, will you?

What's up?

Well, I gotta catch a plane. Meet Aaron
down in Tampa. Just got time to go by

the apartment and get myself a clean
shirt and a toothbrush.

I want you to run a name check for me.

Joanna Gates, G -A -T -E -S, 181 Arbor
Street.

Got it.

Start with NYPD, then any other agency
that might be running a surveillance.

You want to know if she's being watched?

Or one attempt.

No big deal, I just want to make sure.

I'll get right on it. Thanks.

I'll bring you a suntan.

Yeah, so I'll probably get back late
tomorrow night.

Frank, um, about that guy... Oh, don't
worry about him.

I am worried.

Like I told you last night, he's just
some creep.

He's cleared out, so that's the end of
it.

I gotta go, Joe.

Frank. Yeah?

There's something that I need to talk to
you about.

What?

Well, I don't know. I mean, it's hard.
You're at the airport and... Listen,

They're giving the final call. Can we
talk about this when I get back?

Sure.

You okay?

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Like I told you, Atlanta and Washington
zilch. But this one's different.

You talk to her?

Just to Jade, but I've seen her.

What's she like?

I tell you, Frank, she looks the way
your Chinese grandmother would look if

Chinese grandmother was totally evil.

Whole set up. Looked like a pro job.

Not like your standard peeper.

You asked Gene to check out Joe?

Yeah, name check, yeah.

Gene know she's your girl?

No.

You know, if it is a pro, why'd he be
watching Joe?

I don't think he was.

What do you think?

It would only make sense if he was
watching me.

Right. You're an IAD.

Going after cops should make a lot of
enemies, and cops know how to snoop.

Pretty nice.

Very nice.

This Madam Ben, she must have gotten out
with a lot of bucks.

A lot of bucks, Frank?

We're talking mucho a lot of bucks.

I hate this humidity.

Tropic climate.

Down here, those shirts you wear finally
make some sense.

Don Ho sends me these. He does.

Oh,

Jade.

It's me again, and Lieutenant Janik.

Madame Bean is expecting you.

Follow me, please.

There were men who liked to hurt the
girls.

Since there were girls who would take
the hurt for money, I became a broker of

that kind of arrangement.

And what do you mean, hurt the girls?

Oh, there were limits.

Most men did not wish to do serious
harm.

They only wanted their illusion.

What if they wanted more?

They went to someone else.

What happened if they exceeded the
limits?

They would pay extra, of course.

How much extra?

Oh, maybe ten times the agreed upon fee.

Madame Bin, did you know about the
murder of a bar singer named Bak Tuk

the last week of the war?

Everyone knew.

By any chance, would you happen to know
who might have done that?

That is a very interesting question.

I just might have an idea about that.

And how do you like Tampa, Lieutenant?

Oh, it's a little warm for me,
especially when I'm dressed up. No, I

or leave it.

Myself? I like it here very much.

The heat reminds me of Saigon.

No offense, Madam Dean, but we didn't
come here to discuss the weather.

Yes, I know. You came to talk about
murder.

Yes.

I believe it was this one.

We knew him as the Major.

An intelligence officer, as I recall.

Most charming gentleman, but at times
liable to get carried away.

I always thought he was the one. Why
him?

I had my reasons.

What reasons?

Then he would overstep.

This Major, who was he?

We didn't ask names, Lieutenant.

We didn't know names.

Names were not the point.

Not the point.

Madam Bin, Batuk worked for you, didn't
she?

Sometimes, yes.

And you brokered her last arrangement,
didn't you? As a matter of fact, I did.

I'm late for my golf lesson. You must
excuse me, gentlemen.

Just one more question, please. If you
knew it was this Major, why didn't you

report him?

This was Vietnam, Lieutenant, to come
forward to report.

This is not good business.

But as you can see, now I am being very
frank.

According to my book, Lieutenant, this
gentleman, the Major, still owes me a

great deal of money.

Since it's clear after all this time, he
has no intention of paying.

I feel no further obligation to remain
discreet.

I tell you one thing.

Maybe it will help you.

The Major, he like to interrogate a
girl.

I wonder what her handicap is.

Nice skin.

Looks expensive.

Nice and smooth, like Miss Joanna's
face.

Now listen very carefully.

We're messengers, see?

So here's the message.

Your boss, he blabs.

This could happen to her pretty

face.

Or maybe the face of someone close, near

and dear.

He's sure to tell her that.

You peace?

Guy like to interrogate. It's not
enough, Frank. How do you find a guy

that? We're going to have to run another
computer search. Before we were looking

for ex -MPs, now it's an intelligence
officer.

At least we know his rank.

Wasn't Renfrew Station some kind of a
detention center?

For captured enemy officers.

Well, if they kept enemy officers there,
they must have interrogated them.

Sure. And off base, Renfrew could have
said he was a major.

So what are you saying, Frank?

You back with Renfrew?

Maybe, maybe not.

I'd like to find out. He won't tell you
nothing, Frank. Not Jerry Renfrew.

I think he will, Aaron.

If I ask him right.

How about that name check, Frank?

The lady's clean.

Nobody's watching her. Not officially,
anyway.

Oh, thanks, Jade.

What about the loft?

Full of prints.

Building employees, mostly.

But there was one thumbprint I couldn't
match. On a styrofoam coffee cup.

Hey, Frank, remember that discussion we
had in Florida?

Maybe this guy, he's watching you.

Drop me off at Joanna's, will you, Dave?

In the can, in the can.

It stays cold in the can.

Everything okay with you?

Pretty much.

Well, you look a little down.

No, I think I'm just a little tired.

Oh, I want to show you what I, uh...

What I read on a plane.

I've been studying up.

Okay, Jill, what's the matter, huh?

Hey, it's me, Frank.

What? What's the matter?

Just a little trouble at the gallery,
that's all.

Are you serious?

No, no, I'm not serious.

Sounds like you and Aaron hit the
jackpot.

I thought you said you didn't want me to
talk about my cases.

I'm sorry.

So what do you want to talk about?

Huh?

Yesterday you said it was something you
wanted to talk about.

All right, Joanna, come on, level with
me.

What's bothering you?

I'm worried about us. What about us?

Maybe we shouldn't see each other so
much.

We're doing great. I thought we were
doing great. You are doing great. It's

that.

It's... It's that I'm scared.

Scared?

What were you scared of? You scared of
involvement?

Yeah, maybe that's it.

You know what I think?

I think you're worried about me.

You think I'm pushing too hard on this
Griselli thing? You're afraid

going to go wrong. That's it, isn't it?

How did you know that?

When you asked me not to talk about it.
That was the dip off.

I've heard that before.

Every cop has heard that before.

It's what we call cop's wife syndrome.

Of course, I'm not saying that you're
like a wife, but you understand what I

mean.

I just don't want anything to happen to
you.

Not to you, or me, or anyone.

It's that paper, isn't it?

Huh?

It's that paper.

Well, that's over. That's finished. We
took care of that.

I'd never let anyone hurt you.

Ever.

Mark. Joe.

God, I thought you'd never call.

I had to wait an hour. It's hard to get
a phone here. I know. Listen, it's over.

I'm not doing this anymore.

But wait, Joe. I mean it, Mark. I'm
finished.

If you really mean it, then I'm finished
too, you know. How do you know they're

not bluffing?

They're not.

If they threaten you again, you tell
them I'm going straight to Janik. You

them understand.

No matter what it costs, that's what I'm
going to do. No, don't do that.

It'll be okay. Just don't do anything,
all right?

I'll take care of it.

Well?

I know her.

She says she's out.

She's really out.

The Major, Jerry. Tell me about the
Major.

Interrogator. Relentless.

He got to like it, didn't he?

Wearing people down, watching them
squirm, scream.

What's the matter, Jerry? Haven't you
got anything to say?

What's going to happen to me? No
promises.

Not that I've heard at all.

If you're clean and you help me nail
him, well, I'll probably be okay.

What about that girl in Saigon?

That's not our case.

But if you're implicated in Marie Evans'
homicide, even a little bit,

we'll have to see how I feel about that.

What happened to Marie was my fault.

Well, why don't we start at the
beginning? Back in Saigon.

You were a lowly corporal when he was a
major.

So how did you two meet?

There was a compound near the airfield
where the prisoners were interrogated.

Sometimes at night a chopper would land.

They'd bring in a new prisoner with a
bag over his head.

There was an office and a barracks where
the MP guards lived and close by a

detention center where the major
questioned the prisoners.

We didn't know what went on in there.

Rumor was that they kept the prisoners
in freezing cells.

It made me nervous living close to it.

trouble getting to sleep. You couldn't
hear anything, but you knew what was

going on. You knew that people were
being hurt.

Me and another guy were playing ball,
and we noticed the major come out of the

detention building to talk to our CO.

Next thing, the CO orders us to form a
detail, and then he turns us over to the

major.

Later, when it was dark, the major took
us into the detention building.

It was cold in there.

I started to shiver right away.

They were in the interrogation room, and
as soon as they saw us, they got up out

of our way.

I took one look. I wanted to pee.

The Major makes us carry the dead
prisoner out.

We hauled him back down the corridor and
then loaded him into this meat wagon

they kept around the back.

Blood all over us. I stood in the shower
just scrubbing away. I still felt

dirty. I just couldn't seem to get it
off.

That night again, I couldn't sleep.

That was your first contact with him?

The first time we actually spoke.

So, one night I'm in this bar outside
the base.

Minding my own business, smoking a
joint.

Who walked in but Major Z.

I was scared. An MP smoking grass, he
could put me on report.

But then he sits down right next to me.

He puts out his hand like he wants a
hit.

He didn't say a word, but I felt, I
don't know, like he had this hold over

And when he left, he said, Corporal, you
owe me one.

What did he mean?

A couple of weeks later, I found out.

It was night, hotter than hell.

You could hear the mortars.

The VC were closing in, and I'm trying
to sleep, and I feel someone standing

over my bunk.

Yep, soldier.

Again, he led me into the detention
building.

This time, there wasn't anybody else
around.

In the meantime, it was a girl who was
dead.

The story was she was a VC agent.

One of his Vietnamese interrogators got
carried away.

We've got to get rid of her, he says.

The war's almost over, and we don't want
to be connected to something like this.

He'd had a car brought around.

We put the dead girl in the trunk, and
he told me to get into my uniform.

He was a major, I was a corporal, so I
did like I was told.

He said no one would stop.

I was in uniform and an official car.

He was right.

He told me to drive down to the Saigon
River.

Then turn into one of those dirt tracks
and dump her there.

I did what he said.

Of course, I didn't know some kid was
watching.

I didn't even know his wreath.

I dumped her.

I drove back.

And he swore me to secrecy.

That was it?

Yeah.

The next couple of weeks were pretty
frantic. They were taken up with the

evacuation.

What about Major C?

I never saw him again.

They closed the detention center.

The rumor was that they took the
prisoners up in the plane and they threw

out. You were evacuated?

Yeah.

A couple of months later, I got my
discharge.

The only thing I knew was law
enforcement, so I applied to NYPD.

But you did see him again, didn't you,
Jerry?

I heard about him from Marie.

One day she was telling me about this
client of hers.

She said she'd like to tie her up in
this special way and then ask her all

intimate questions.

It's just play, she says.

Guy doesn't really hurt her, but he
wants her to pretend that she's being

He taped, of course, their sessions. He
takes pictures.

There's something weird about him, she
said.

Something that scares her.

So I asked her, why don't you just dump
the guy?

She said, no, she can handle him. She
says she needs him.

That's something for you.

Hot, smack, coke, he's got it all. The
guy's like a total farmer.

So, you know, I'm interested.

I'm like the kind of guy I'd like to
bust.

But she won't tell me his name.

She said, who's going to supply her if I
put him away?

Am I going to take up the plaque?

I pretend to let it go.

And then one night, when I knew that
they had a date, I trailed along.

I followed them over to the 79th Street
boat basin and I watched them board a

boat.

Major C's boat?

Yeah, Major C's. I couldn't believe it.

And then I put it all together.

That girl in Saigon, she was tied up
exactly the way that Marie had

She wasn't killed by some incompetent
interrogator. The Major killed her, and

then he had me help him clean up his
mess.

Does that make you mad, Jerry?

Oh, you're damn right.

Canfield was a killer.

Canfield? Yeah, Major Roth.

L. Canfield, the number three guy in the
New York Drug Enforcement

Administration. He's a crooked cop, he's
dealing drugs, and now he's messing

with my girl and I'm ready to kill.

And that similarity is reflected in how
we do our work.

You people have come here this afternoon
to hear somebody tell you something.

There was an Octavision briefing.

I don't usually go to these things, but
I heard that Canfield was going to

speak.

So I go, and I'm sitting there, and I'm
listening, and I'm staring right at the

guy.

And he looked straight through me.

He didn't know who I was. There are
similarities in the structure of both

organizations.

It seemed like there were two ways to
go.

I could buck him with all that dope and
use Maria as a witness, but who would

take the word of some hooker junkie
against some hotshot from the DEA?

What's the other way?

Those pictures and tapes.

I figured that if I could get my hands
on those, I'd be in a position to do

Canfield some real damage.

Blackmailing?

Yeah. Yeah, something like that, yeah.
So you convinced Marie to go along?

Yeah, I told her that if I had those
pictures, I could force Canfield to give

her everything that he had.

You know, I keep going over it in my
head. Maybe she was nervous and he

up on it. Maybe...

He caught her snatching the photographs
and killed her outright.

Or maybe he just got carried away like
he did with that girl in Saigon.

Yeah, I thought of that.

But you couldn't say anything because
you were all involved in this blackmail

scheme. And while you were thinking
blackmail, your girlfriend got herself

killed. Look, I wanted to protect her,
okay? But she wouldn't hear about it.

She was too strung out.

You know, I thought that if I had the
pictures, I could score for us both.

But when it went wrong, what was I
supposed to do?

I'm a good cop, Yannick. Oh, sure, yeah.
Just a little sleazy, a little corrupt,

maybe, but not nearly as bad as
Canfield, right? Okay, okay. Arrest me,

right? I deserve it.

On the other hand, going after those
photos, that, uh... That was not such a

idea.

What?

With them and your testimony, we just
might have enough.

You know, but if it's a Vietnamese girl,
I'm still implicated. Oh, forget that,

forget that. That was a long time ago.

Canfield killed Marie. Let's get him for
it.

Let's nail the son of a bitch.

So I had to go to this party last night,
and I was sitting there. I had

Giancarlo on the one side, and I had
this Japanese cultural attaché on the

side. And they were both being attentive
and charming, but the whole time I was

just thinking about how I could get out
of there so I could be with you.

Oh, I don't know about that. No.

It's got to be pretty dull listening to
me talk about my work all the time. No,

it's interesting.

I go on and on and on. I know that.

Frank, I love your stories.

Well, the other night, you seemed a
little... Frank,

I did have a problem, and I wanted to
talk to you about it,

All right, well, let's talk about it
now.

Well, I don't have the problem anymore.

It's over.

Gone. No problem.

No problem.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay.

Frank, thanks for not giving up on me.

Never.

I could never give up on you.

So as long as Renfrew called him the
Major, I called him the Major. When he

called him Major C, I called him Major
C.

Then when he said Canfield... I called
him Canfield.

Never occurred to him you didn't know.

Yeah, but don't tell him that. I don't
want him to feel bad.

I hear that.

Ta -da!

This is Canfield's boat?

This is it.

Pretty rich for a guy in the DEA.

Yeah. This apartment's pretty rich, too.

And if you dump the body in here, she
could float straight down to that pier.

Right. And a guy who likes boats would
know a lot about nuts, right?

Yeah. Now I want to introduce our
special speaker.

You all know him for the good work he's
done and for his commitment to the YAF.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure
to present your friend and mine, Mr. New

York Youth Athletic Fund.

Ross Canfield.

I want to talk to you tonight about a
scourge that is devastating our young

people.

The scourge of drugs.

And about the role your fund is playing
in providing a healthy alternative.

When this guy puts up a good front, he
can sure sell me.

I got all of an interrogator, man.

I'll say.

Big shot at the DEA, great war record,
member of the board of the YAF.

I have some resume.

Ain't no way we're going to get a
warrant on the hearsay of Madame Bin.

have to trap him.

Any ideas?

I want to use Queen and Renfrew.

Will they go for him? Yeah, they'll go
for him.

They hate him.

We'll just have to show them how to use
their head.

I got it. No, I got it. I got it right
here. Here, I got it.

Appreciate it.

What about Canfield?

He's walking around.

Can you get him?

I want to. How?

Trap him.

If you agree, in here.

If you can trap him here, I would be
very, very pleased.

He's got to pay for it.

That's right, Major. I'm working
narcotics now.

Which kind of brings me to why I called.

I'm thinking about making a transfer,
maybe making a change over to the DEA.

And I was wondering if we could have
dinner together and maybe talk about it.

I would appreciate any advice that you
have to give me.

Yeah, well, I know this little
Vietnamese restaurant down in Chinatown.

You know, for old times' sake.

Great. Tuesday, 8 o 'clock?

Good. I'll pick you up.

All right.

Bye -bye.

Contact.

I think Rosselli's won a meeting.

Everybody in on the operation.

That sounds reasonable.

How do you feel about it?

I feel pretty good.

You trust them?

They double -cross us in a second.

But since this is a sting... They don't
have a chance.

I don't know.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

These guys are almost too dirty, you
know what I mean?

Oh, not exactly.

Well, most of the crooked cops we deal
with are mixed up by all circumstances.

They got reasons. These guys are just
animals.

The way I look at it, Frank, that's all
the more reason to take him down.

So you're thinking about a transfer,
huh?

Yeah, and I was hoping maybe you could
help.

Anything's possible.

Thank you, Major.

To the good old times.

And now, you are lost youth.

Yeah? Quinn's still smoldering over
there.

I don't care if he smolders. I just
don't want him to burst into flames.

Mm -hmm.

Let me see if I can cool him off.

You get a beer, please.

Keeps. staring at him like that, he's
gonna pick up on it.

You okay?

I'm a little nervous.

Nervous is good. Gives you that sexy
itch.

When do I go for the canfield?

Later.

Just take it easy.

Circularly.

Street work. That's the fun.

I hate the bureaucratic crap.

Well, listen, you spend time on the
street, you'll learn to hate that, too.

At least you do something.

Sure, I bust junkies, and I make them
get rid of their dealers, and then I

dealers, and I make them get rid of
their distributors.

It's a vicious cycle.

That's why I'm looking for a change.

I'd settle for a nice, comfy, high
-paying desk job, you know?

Think he's noticing?

Oh, yeah, he's noticing. He has my
little thing to die about here.

I'm going to ask you one more time.

You sure you want to go through with
this?

I'm sure.

It'll be risky.

That's why I like it.

Good girl, Molly.

Go to it.

At least you're not bored. Well, that's
why I gotta get out of

there.

So, why don't you come visit me more
often, Jerry?

I miss you.

Well, I will from now on.

Promise?

Scout's on it.

I really mean it. Yeah.

She's overdoing it, Frank.

Maybe a little.

So, why don't you give Quinn the high
sign?

Jerry's a good guy.

He's a good cop.

Jerry's okay.

Can we buy you a drink?

See you later.

See you later.

Everything all right?

It's great, as usual, Miss Parker.

Hot stuff.

Bar girl talk.

I haven't heard that in years.

Reminds me of a time I just didn't
forget.

Oh, come on. The bar is the girl. Yeah,
but Molly's different.

Americanite. Oh, you'd better believe
it. I mean, you know, the food's good

here, but... Molly makes me nervous.

She likes you.

Yeah, well, she comes on strong, don't
you think?

What's the matter with her?

She looks good to me. Well, she's got
her own scheme going.

Drugs? No. I mean, she'll do a joint
once in a while, but that's not it.

What?

She's... Kinky.

Getting a nice girl into kinks.

Interesting.

This Sullivan thing. I told Wyckoff it's
petty bribery.

We don't do crap like that.

What do you have from Canfield?

Hasn't called.

He will.

Give him time.

Now the Grisellis.

Sal's got some ideas.

Okay, if they want to meet, everybody
involved.

To get acquainted or what? No, to give
us the plan.

Ooh.

Sounds good to me.

Tell them they got it.

So do we have wires?

No, we don't wear nothing. We just keep
suckering them in.

What about backup?

Dave, you know, what do you want to take
a chance?

You blow a good case.

Sounds right. We're going to sting these
guys.

Let's sting them good.

Yeah, take them to the brink.

But check the meeting place real good.

I don't want any screw -ups.

No screw -ups, Frank.

Can't feel it taking the bait.

He's going to call.

How can you be sure?

The look in his eye.

It's a funny thing.

Aaron's upset.

He likes Molly.

She's too young for him, of course, but
still he likes her.

Hangs around her all the time. Very
protective.

See, he's too good a cop to not want
this thing to work.

You love your people, don't you?

Well, we're kind of like family.

Aaron's maybe my best friend. Sal, he's
kind of like a son.

Fred, Gene, Dave.

If it wasn't for people like them, this
town would be like Beirut.

And now Sal's got me worried.

He's too involved. He doesn't want a
backup.

A backup?

Isn't that dangerous?

Yeah, but...

He's afraid it might scare the
Grissellis off.

Is there something else you could do?

Well, we were going to tape him.

But then we decided to wait.

Wait? I don't understand. Why would you
wait?

Whatever we get wouldn't mean anything.

At best, we could show what's a
conspiracy.

Well, I think that's something.

But not enough.

So far, all the Grissellis have done is
talk.

They could claim they've been stringing
us along.

That we're the ones who are corrupt.
They could do it. But that's ridiculous.

know, I know. But a smart lawyer might
get them off.

We've spoken, Gunn.

We need to catch them in some kind of
a... illegal act.

Promise me you'll be careful.

You sure?

I'm sure.

We've been sitting there four hours.

It's a nice neighborhood.

Check inside?

It's clear.

There's only one guard on at night and
he left ten minutes ago.

Just like he's supposed to.

Where do we meet him?

Inside.

Let's go.

5 a .m.

They should be here any minute.

We'll give them five.

Frank, what's the matter?

You're a couple of minutes late. I'm
going to take another look around.

Okay.

What is it, Frank?

I don't know.

I don't know. It's just something
that's... I

don't like us all being bunched together
like this.

Let's spread out.

There's a thing, right?

Yeah.

I wonder.

Maybe there's things on us. We sellies
wouldn't dare not.

They're probably sitting at some station
house right now.

Setting themselves up with a good alibi.

All right, then who?

Maybe the Colombian friends.

What do you want to do, Frank?

I think we should get the hell out of
here.

He threw it up. We can't fight him with
these toys.

We need help. Cover me.

256, we've got fire, just a cold.

Called for backup.

You did everything right, Sam.

I'm sorry.

Sam?

Sam?

Nine last nights, the Griscellis went in
to see McGuire.

Reported an illegal overture from IAD
detectives.

Pass it.

They named you, friend.

You and Sal.

I'm pleased to know it.

It wasn't your fault, Frank.

Sal got stuck in here.

All he wanted was to bring in crooked
cops.

He wanted it too much.

Terrific. Just terrific.

I can hear the whole thing now.

Sorry, Commissioner. Big
misunderstanding.

They thought we was wise guys. We
thought they was wise guys. The whole

a wash.

Well, there's not going to be any wash.

How did they know they could hit us just
then?

We didn't have backup.

Maybe somebody left something split.

What? You're saying it could have been
Sal? Maybe it was. All right. All right.

All right.

Like what?

That peeper. The guy that was watching
me and Joe.

Yeah?

What if he had her apartment bugged?

That thumbprint.

The one off the cuff, yeah?

I want you to run that print against the
print of every cop in the department

with surveillance expertise.

That cop, too. Like that peeper worked
for the Grizzellis.

You've got it, Frank.

Good afternoon, I .A .D.

Wake up, Frank.

Yeah, John.

Yeah.

Right away.

They want me downtown.

Commissioner's office?

Yeah.

Where are you going, Jean?

Something I want to check.

It was all a misunderstanding,
Lieutenant.

We feel real bad, Lieutenant.

Shootout in the garage.

One dead Colombian.

One dead IED detective.

Accusations of IED corruption.

Photos of Detective Marchetti taking
money from a brothel item.

It was a frame -up, I told you. Of
course.

But it raises a lot of questions.

You got no photos.

Got no dates.

Got no corroborating witness. You got
your next word.

As far as I'm concerned, you guys are
tops.

But I got a big PR problem on my hands.

Give me three days. Hold on, Frank.

Wait a minute.

You can wind this up in three days.
Either I wind it up or I'm no kind of

detective. Okay, I accept that.

What's with the three days, Frank?

That's after they buried him.

What's that got to do with him?

Nothing.

Do you want to something?

Probably not.

Then why did you tell him about you? I'm
just sick of hearing what a big PR

problem he's got.

There, stop.

Mark Gates.

Let's call up the file.

Well?

Hmm.

Yes or no?

Mm -hmm.

Come on, Stoney.

Close. How close?

Looks the same to me.

That's what I'm telling you.

You mean?

It's a notch.

Terrific.

O'Malley, Jack D., Sergeant, Detective
Division, left the force three years

Two special accommodations,

wiretapping expert, owns his own
business now, surveillance consultant.

I don't see no lieutenant. Anybody here
see a load? You're boring me, O'Malley.

Yeah, I hear some guys die from that.

They can't. They'll die, O'Malley. Talk
or die.

Am I mad?

Am I mad?

Let's hear it, O'Malley.

Who hired you?

Mario Griselli.

You tipped him off on a stink?

Oh, no.

What'd you tell him?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Look, once Jack spotted me, I was
burned, as far as Vigil was concerned.

But I already had a place wired, so I
listened from my vein.

I taped what she and Jack said, that's
all.

I gave Mario them tapes. I didn't even
listen to that tape.

I mean, what do I care?

Just janic here, fool around with the
pooch. Watch your mouth, blind ball.

There's no offense, Lieutenant.

I just thought Mario was checking on the
girl. I swear I didn't know nothing.

Mario paid you. You'll testify to that.

Hey, a cop get killed, I'm sure I'll
testify.

I'd still like to often speak.

It's never easy, Frank.

You know the Colombian you nailed?

He got an I .D.

He's an enforcer for the Hernandez
family.

We got 30 detectives out right now
looking for his friends.

They're going to find them.

Then they're going to squeeze them to
give us the Grisales.

I've got to tell you something.

Go ahead.

You're not going to like it.

A lot of things I don't like, Jean.

It's about Joanna Gates.

What about her?

You asked me to run a name check.

Yeah. And I didn't find anything.

I remember.

So? So I looked a little further in my
own time.

And? I found something.

This better be good, Jean, because I'm
not in the mood right now.

She's got a brother named Mark. I know
that.

Do you know he was in prison?

Drug dealing.

Five years.

Look, Frank, maybe I'm out of line.

The guy's ragging me, you know, like to
think I like you or something, but I

want you to understand that this has got
nothing to do with anything.

Attica.

Is Mark Gate in Attica?

Yeah.

Frank, like I was saying.

That's okay, Jean.

I'll talk to you later.

There's something I gotta do.

Hello, Joe.

Hi, Frank.

God.

You look awful.

Came straight from the cemetery.

I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you tell me about your
brother?

Mark?

I thought I did.

Five years for dealing drugs.

And you call that finding himself?

But there's more to it than that, isn't
there?

I don't know what you mean. Because Hart
is at Attica, too, in the same section

as Mark.

And he's got a lock on that section.

Coincidence? Wait, you're jumping to...
Ah, no, no.

Now it all makes sense.

Hart tipped me off on the Griselius.

Small time.

Mickey Mouse stuff, he says.

And then you come up with that story
about finding dope on a couch.

So Sal took a look.

And he'd see something bigger.

So we planned a thing.

And the Grasselli's pulled for it.

So we think.

Except all the time, it's us who are
being stunned.

Like it was all planned and advanced by
heart.

And you were part of it.

No. That's not right.

I never knew anything about that.

Didn't you?

Well, you remember the peeper.

We found him.

He put a bug in your apartment.

And when I told you the plan, you heard
every word I said.

That's how the Grisnellis knew that we
were going to be there all together,

without backup.

We drove right into the trap.

Bug?

They put a bug in my apartment?

They got to you through Mark, didn't
they? Huh?

Hart threatened him.

Mark's a good -looking kid.

He could have been treated rough in
there, if Hart gave the word.

That's the way it happens, huh?

What do they do? They threaten you?

They put the screws to him?

They make him recruit you?

Yes.

That's how it started.

But then I quit.

I told Mark I wouldn't do it anymore,
that I couldn't.

But you didn't tell me. Why?

Well, I was about to.

And then the Grisellis came back here,
and they terrorized David, and they said

that the next time they came back, they
would cut our faces, Mark's and mine.

When was that?

You were in Florida.

And still you didn't tell me?

I was afraid.

Afraid? Afraid of what?

Afraid I wouldn't protect you?

I wanted to tell you.

I tried.

Don't you remember?

I mean, you've got to believe that.

But the bottom line is you didn't. I
didn't because I didn't think I had to.

talked to Mark. I told them that if they
threatened him again, I would go

straight to you.

He said that it was okay, that the
pressure was off, I could forget it.

Then I decided that I wouldn't tell you
because I was afraid that you'd hate me.

Still, you asked me all those questions.

I was worried about you. I didn't know
they had a bug in my apartment.

I was afraid they'd hurt you.

Try to do something. I don't know.

I didn't know anything, not about Sal,
but that it would go this far.

If I thought you knew that, I couldn't
live with myself.

Frank, you've got to understand.

It's a nightmare.

I mean, Mark was calling and telling me
that he was going to be raped or worse,

and then you were telling me all this
stuff, and the whole time...

The way I felt about you.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I love to hear about your cases,
Frank.

You were good, you know.

You were really good.

Calling me up, asking me to dinner.

Like you really liked me.

I did.

Oh, sure.

Sure. I should have known.

I mean, what would an attractive young
woman like you...

What would she see in a beat -up middle
-aged cop like me?

I saw plenty, Frank.

Yeah?

What?

I fell in love with you.

Oh, yeah.

Sure. You don't believe that?

What difference does it make now?

I care for you. You care about me.

The cop is dead.

Until today, I thought it was because he
was too eager.

And then I find out I was too eager
myself.

And that's another reason he's dead.

And I got to live with that now.

I got to live with that.

That's for you, Joe. Whatever happens to
you, that's up to the DA.

Hi, G.

Can't feel a bit.

You just called Molly.

They've got a date Monday night.

Three days?

How's she taking it?

Well, she's glad it's finally going
down. Well, try to keep her calm. This

going to be any kind of a pinch.

I know.

You got time for a cup of coffee?

Sure.

I want to see the boat. Just show me the
boat.

They're just about to get on the boat.

I got you, Aaron.

Ooh, the game plank is slippery.

Hey, nice boat, Ross.

Can you turn the thing up for a bit?

It's so big.

Much bigger than it looks from the
outside.

This is really nice, Rod.

Nice for games.

Jerry says you like games.

I like games.

Jerry doesn't.

Want a smoke?

I want a drink. Some more scotch.

They're settling down, Aaron.

Start the diversion.

Gene and Dave, this is Aaron.

Bring in the boat forthwith.

What the hell?

What's happening?

Damned if I know.

I'll be right back.

And we'll play.

the drawers to the left of the bed
moving further

come

on give us a break

during my

birthday skipper what the hell we're
gonna have to move you no

drawers under the bed

Skipper. My slip, wise guy.

Hold back.

Nothing in the drawers to the right of
the bed.

You do that again, Buster. We're gonna
have to shove you.

Frank, she better hurry. I don't know
how long they can keep her occupied.

I'm searching the salon.

Checking the drawers near the couch.

Will you get that tub out of here?

That's our $2 ,000 parking space you're
in.

One instant camera. There should be
pictures around here somewhere.

You got us all in.

She's not done yet.

Nothing here.

This one seems to be... Come on, hurry,
hurry, hurry, hurry.

A couple of drunks threatening to shove
me aside.

Drunks, huh?

I'll call the harbor cops for you. Yeah,
thanks.

Keep an eye on him. We're not going to
go away.

Stop breaking thought and back.

Aaron, you've got to do something.

She needs some time.

It's too late. He's going down.

What are you up to?

I was checking out the boat. What are
you after, you little thief?

Money?

Travis, what have you got there?

I said, what have you got there?

What the?

What?

Who are you?

Frank, we could have gone bowling.

To Molly Tran and the day she gets her
gold shield.

You're here.

I'll take a piece of that.

Hell of a job.

Hell of a job. What about Renfrew,
Frank? What's he going to do now?

He's got to quit the force. That was a
deal. But he'll be okay.

Helping to trap Canfield.

He unloaded a lot of guilt.

You saved the guy, Frank.

You really did.

Some you save, some you don't.

That's fine. I feel for him.

Even though the poor bastard did
everything wrong.

Gotta admire you for caring.

You stop caring, you're just another
gorilla in the zoo.

Huh?

How can we hide the law? Yeah.

Frank?

You know, I feel kind of... I don't
know.

You're one hell of a detective, Gene.

Anyone ever tell you that?

as Griselli's. Some guys, huh?

I understand they gave you a little
trouble.

We took care of it.

I guess they weren't so easy to crack as
they thought.

They cracked once we separated them.

Without Mario at his side, I'm telling
you, he's kind of stupid.

They talked.

Yeah. What'd they say?

Congratulations, Chief. You're going to
get a new trial.

What are you talking about?

I never heard nothing about that.

Ah. Well, I wanted to be the first one
to tell you.

You'll hear officially in a couple of
hours.

What, are they going to retry me on the
Wallace homicide?

No, no, no.

New indictment.

Lots more charges this time. What kind
of charges?

Homicide of a police officer.

Attempted homicide of five others.

Conspiracy to commit homicide. Lots of
stuff like that.

Like I said, the Griselli talked.

They made themselves a deal.

Hell, they did. They already got me a
life sentence.

Who'd offer them anything to testify
against me now?

I convinced Wyckoff, and then Wyckoff
and I, we convinced the prosecutor.

There's no chance you're ever going to
get parole, Hart.

You're going to spend the rest of your
life in here.

Janet. I know, I know, yeah.

I'm nothing.

I'm just a small -time detective.

The kind you put on Mickey Mouse.

So long, Jane.

I got you.

That girl, I really suck at you with
her, didn't I, Janet?

Didn't I?

Greg Mack.

And we're dead.

the niggas.