Original subtitles

[Instrumental music]

♪ There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from ♪

♪ you can run but you can't hide forever ♪

♪ from these streets that we done took ♪

♪ you walkin' with your head down scared to look ♪

♪ you shook 'cause ain't no such things ♪

♪ as halfway crooks

♪ they never around when the beef cooks ♪

♪ in my part of town

♪ it's similar to Vietnam

♪ now we all grown up and all

♪ heavy on the cop patrol

♪ they better have the riot gear ready ♪

♪ tryin' to bag me and get rock steady ♪

♪ by the Mac one double I touch you ♪

♪ and leave you with not much to go home with ♪

♪ my skin is thick

♪ 'cause I be up in the mix of action ♪

♪ if I'm not at home puffing lye relaxin' ♪

♪ New York got a... depressed

♪ so I wear a slug proof underneath my guess ♪

♪ god bless my soul before I put my foot down ♪

♪ and begin to stroll into the drama I built ♪

♪ and all unfinished beef you will soon be took ♪

♪ put us together it's like mixin' vodka and milk ♪

♪ I'm goin' out

♪ then taking my enemies with me ♪

♪ and if not they scarred so they will never forget me ♪

♪ lord forgive me the hennessey ♪

♪ got me not knowin' how to act ♪

♪ I'm fallin' and I can't turn back ♪

♪ or maybe it's the words from my man killa black ♪

♪ that I can't say

♪ so it's left an untold fact

♪ until my death my goal is to stay alive ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ yep yep we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong... ♪

♪ I'm trapped in between two worlds ♪

♪ tryin' to get dough

♪ you know when the dough get low the jewels go ♪

♪ but never that as long as fiends smoke crack ♪

♪ I'll be on the block hustlin' countin' my stacks ♪

♪ no doubt watchin' my back and proceed with caution ♪

♪ five... smell in the bridge gettin' down ♪

♪ it ain't hard to tell you better realize ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit only the strong survive ♪

♪ looks like we still livin' it ♪

♪ but then your eyes will get wise ♪

♪ look alive for '95 word up

♪ hypnotic sounds like your dead ass paralyzed ♪

♪ you know what I'm sayin'?

[Theme music]

Man 1: Keep pressure.

Charlie, it's me, j.C.

J.c., I need Janine, man.

Don't try to talk, okay?

- Come on. Give him some oxygen. - Tell her I'm sorry, man.

For leaving her and little Charles alone.

Shh! Don't talk. Don't talk.

- Let's go guys, come on! - I love her, man.

Don't talk, okay? You're going to be fine, you hear me?

- You're going to be fine. - Alright, lock it in.

- Hurry up. - Excuse me.

Torres: So you got hit in the chest.

Yeah, I had the vest on.

Did you have them check you out?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Did you get to see a face or anything?

No, it went down too fast.

- What the hell happened? - I don't know.

All of a sudden, we're under fire.

What the hell do you mean you don't know?

You're the experienced officer.

He's the rookie!

I made the right moves, Williams.

What do you think, I wanted that kid to get shot?

Yo. Chill, alright? Take it easy.

Tell that to your partner.

You watch your mouth, okay?

What is your problem, bro?

Yo, ed, I knew Evans when he was a kid, okay?

I'm the reason why he joined the force, man.

What do we have?

Basically, we got one guy

hijacked a truck,

stole three stinger missiles,

and they're fully operational.

Cooper: Oh, wonderful. Anyone get a description?

White male, average height, average build.

Nobody saw his face.

Captain Linda rice, c.I.D.

I'll be handling the army's investigation.

I'm lieutenant Cooper, fourth precinct.

What are you doing here? Why isn't the f.B.I. Here?

There's a possibility the perpetrator's a soldier.

That makes it army business.

The officer shot is in my precinct.

So that makes it my business. I

don't see a conflict as long as you

don't hinder my investigation.

Likewise.

What do we got?

I don't know, it looks like aspirin.

Cooper: It sure does.

Alright, I want you to comb this car,

ever single inch of it.

If a fly spit in it, I want to know about it.

Man 2: Lieutenant, I think I got something.

What?

Look what somebody left behind for us.

Huh. Bingo.

Alright, bag it.

McNamara: He left the vehicle, the gun, his jacket.

Our guy's not so smart,

dumping the stuff near the truck.

Yeah, well, the serial number

was burned off the gun, so that's untraceable.

Better to dump it than get caught withit. You know?

What the hell did we get off the truck anyway?

Not much. We're cross-checking for prints and this.

Lab says it's aspirin.

I just heard from St. Vincent's.

Officer Charles Evans died in surgery.

You alright, Williams?

[Sighs]

That guy had to know those missiles were in that truck.

Where were they coming from?

62nd street armory.

So, who's in the market

for surface-to-air missiles?

Anyone who wants to shoot down airplanes.

One of them. They can be used for anything.

Armored trucks, schools, buildings.

So we're talking terrorists here.

Or a militia group or a hate group.

Could even be a psychopath working alone.

I want you to work with those fingerprints, please,

and stay on top of forensics.

You two, I want you to go over to the armory

and find out who leaked the information

about the missiles, please.

You really alright?

Do I look alright?

Hey, I was just asking.

Listen, um, I'll meet up with you, okay?

I have to handle something.

Yeah.

Hey, listen, if you need me you know what's up, right?

You know, all he could talk about in the end...

Was you.

I didn't even get a chance to say good-bye.

He wanted me to, um...

Tell you how sorry he was to...

Leave you and little Charles.

You forget a birthday, you're sorry.

You up and die on someone, you got no right to be sorry.

But he loved you.

I know he loved me

and I don't need you to tell me that.

- Janine, listen... - Why wasn't it you?

Why couldn't you die instead of him?

Why didn't you just let him be?

If I would have just let him be...

He'd be upstate right now doing time.

At least he'd be alive.

He wanted to be a cop.

Don't tell me what he wanted.

You didn't know his heart.

[Charlie crying]

I'm sorry.

I'll tell that to little Charlie when he's old enough

to ask for his daddy.

It'll be alright now. Here's your baby.

[Charlie cooing]

Listen, I promise you...

I will find the man who did this.

You do that.

[Dramatic music]

They're looking good...

Which is more than I can say for you.

What the hell's up, Everett?

Come all the way up on my roof

to ask me about my health?

This morning, somebody dressed as an army staff sergeant

hijacked a truck...

With three stinger missiles.

That a fact?

Why the hell would anybody do a thing like that?

I owe you a lot.

Yeah, your life.

My life, yeah.

But I'm not going to stand by

and let you kill people.

Gus, you hearing me?

Yeah, I hear you.

"Don't kill people."

Ease your conscience, Everett.

I didn't take any missiles,

and I didn't kill anybody.

[Dramatic music]

[Helicopter whirring]

Williams: You know, I busted Evans when he was 15, man.

Used to visit him at spotford.

I was one of the few people he'd listen to.

Torres: That's more than we did at that age.

He was really on his way, man.

He really made something of himself.

He didmake something of himself, yo.

You know, not to sound cold, but he knew the risk. You know?

Can't blame yourself for him getting shot.

Williams: I don't blame myself.

I blame the person that shot him.

Torres: Yeah.

Williams: Does the army usually leave missiles here?

Rice: Negative, these were on their way to Europe

for a training exercise.

Who else knew they were here?

Two people. Staff sergeant keno.

He's the armorer.

And captain tulare, the C.O.

What's keno's background?

He's a decorated combat veteran

with an impeccable record.

He served in Panama and the Gulf war.

Do you consider him a suspect?

I consider everyone a suspect.

Excuse me, sergeant.

These are detectives, Williams and torres.

Staff sergeant Everett keno.

Torres: Are you responsible for weapons kept here?

Yes, sir. That's my function as armorer.

How is it possible a man can walk in

and take missiles so easily away from you guys?

One individual can accomplish almost anything

if he's determined enough... Or she.

Torres: How would he or she know

where they would be kept?

I don't know.

Do you think they had military training?

Everett: I don't know.

You don't seem to know much, sergeant.

No, sir, I don't.

Williams: You do know a rookie cop was killed.

Yes, sir.

You ever lose a man?

Yes, sir. They were soldiers.

They knew the risks...

Just like police.

So, we know that this man is capable of killing.

Now he has the potential to kill hundreds more.

Does thatmake you feel uncomfortable?

Yes.

It makes me very uncomfortable.

Williams: Lieu, I'm telling you, that bastard was ready for us.

He knew exactly what to say.

- Get all the right answers. - Keno is wrong, lieu.

His attitude, his reactions...

Think he helped stage the hijacking?

I don't know, but he knows more than he's saying.

Alright, well, it's not that I don't trust

your finely honed instincts, gentlemen.

It's just I need a little evidence

before I consider somebody an accessory to murder.

I'm checking the military records.

- Fine. - We want to put a tail on him.

Good. Just be discreet.

We wouldn't want to hinder captain rice.

Yes, ma'am.

[Instrumental music]

I talked to c.I.D. Yesterday...

And the police.

So? What can you tell them?

You don't know anything.

Everett: I could tell them what I suspect...

But I didn't.

What do you want, Gus?

I want peace and happiness...

And prosperity.

But I'll accept the government admitting the truth

that they can't protect American troops on the battlefield.

- That's not the truth. - That's mytruth.

So, what's up?

He got off on the seventh floor.

Alright, how many apartments?

- Six. Williams: Six, huh?

Yeah, well, I'll have coned run a utilities check.

Give them back

or dump them in the river.

Hmm. No can do.

That's not a request, that's an order.

Gus: With all due respect, sergeant,

I must refuse.

You're going to shoot me in front of your wife now?

You don't even know friend from foe anymore.

Please let it be, Everett.

It's not just for me and Kay.

It's for all the others.

You got 24 hours to get rid of the missiles.

After that, I'm coming after you myself.

[Dramatic music]

What are you staring at?

Oh, you think he's right.

You think I should stop.

- I didn't say that. - No, you didn't say anything.

You neversay anything.

What do you want me to say?

I don't care! Say something.

Tell me it's my fault, tell me you hate me,

but stop staring at me with the accusing looks.

Kay, I can't take it anymore!

No, you're not walking away from me!

You're going to listen to me! You're going to speak to me.

You're going to saysomething to me now!

What do you want from me?

Do you understand why I have to do this?

Look at you. You're dead.

Why don't we just end it right now, Kay, huh?

No more accusing looks, no more pain.

You want to be with Andrea?

You just give me the word and say it.

Speak.

Do it.

Do it.

[Screams]

I can't!

[Panting]

[Instrumental music]

Torres: Yo! I ran the names of the seventh-floor residents.

I got one possible. A Gus mooney.

Discharged from the army in '92

of rank, staff sergeant.

- Check it. - Really? Gus mooney, eh?

Well, he served in desert storm,

89th airborne, first battalion

third regiment, c company just like keno.

I talked to forensics.

Mooney's prints were not found in the truck.

Damn.

However, Mac went through parking violations records.

Guess who got a ticket last week?

- Mooney? - Down around front and Hudson.

- Near the Navy yard. Come on. - Navy yard.

[Instrumental music]

Gus: Sure, Everett keno and I are friends.

We fought in the Gulf together. Hoo-rah.

Torres: You were discharged from the army

five years ago, right?

The army let a lot of us go... To save money.

You know, uh...

I've been having this pounder all day.

You think I can get one of those?

I've had mine for four years,

along with chronic fatigue, joint pain, insomnia.

- Oh, Gulf war syndrome, right? - No, no, no, no, no.

See, that doesn't exist.

Me and the 45,000 other vets who came home sick,

we're suffering from stress.

Where were you 6:00 A.M., Monday morning?

I was home, in bed.

Can you tell them, honey?

What?

Can you tell them that I was home Monday?

He was home.

Is she alright?

Look, if you guys could just please...

Your car was ticketed outside the Navy yard

February, 6, in the afternoon.

Gus: Is that what this is about, the parking ticket?

I'm going to pay that, I swear.

No. This is about stolen missiles

and a cop who was shot to death.

Yeah. I did hear about that.

It's unbelievable.

So you had no idea where these missiles were going?

No. Why would I know anything about that?

Maybe because your friend sergeant keno mentioned it.

That's classified information.

Why would he tell me anything like that?

Now, please, if you don't mind,

my wife really needs to rest.

So, you're into pigeons, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah. I got a few birds.

Look, boys, I really do wish you the best of luck,

and I hope you find your missiles.

His name was Charles Evans...

The cop who was murdered.

Charles Evans.

He was a friend of mine.

He was just a kid.

We were all just kids.

[Dramatic music]

What's up with the Stepford wife, yo?

I want to search that apartment.

We got no probable cause. Say again.

Homeboy went to the Gulf war

and she'sthe one with shell shock.

Will you get off the wife, alright?

I want the man.

We can get to him through her.

Yeah. Well, whatever it's going to take.

[Upbeat music]

What's going on?

Gregory: Just doing a little ironing.

Williams: Wait a minute.

Am I in the right house?

- Come on, dad. - What'd you do, g?

What happened? What'd you break?

Bro can't do his share?

There's something for you.

What's this?

Who is miss clayborne

and why does she want to see me?

She's my new French teacher.

I guess I did something I shouldn't have.

Like what? Cheat on your test?

Kind of wrote her a note.

What kind of note?

It was... it was a love note,

but I didn't sign it.

I mean, how am I supposed to know

she's a handwriting expert?

So my son has a crush on his French teacher, huh?

Come on. Don't make fun.

Look, g, it's perfectly natural.

When I was your age

I had this English teacher named miss bell.

Oh, my god, she was so fine.

That woman had me wearing my shirt

outside my pants all year.

Dad.

Hey.

- Well, at least, is she fine? - She's spanking.

Well, then I'll go to school and talk to her.

Look out for those double creases.

[Instrumental music]

[Whirring]

[Upbeat music]

♪ Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge ♪

♪ knowledgists street astrologists ♪

♪ light up the mic god knowledge this ♪

♪ fly joints that carried your points ♪

♪ corolla motorola holder

♪ play it god he pack over the shoulder ♪

♪ chrome tanks player like yanks check the franchise ♪

♪ front on my guys my enterprise splash many lives ♪

♪ rapel on fakes like reflectors ♪

♪ in his ear in his last crack career ♪

♪ we can can him manhandle him if you wanna ♪

♪ run in his crib-o get ditto skate like a limo ♪

♪ and jet to the flyest estate relate take a break ♪

♪ break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake ♪

♪ thugs they be booing we canoeing ♪

♪ claim they doing the same we doing your union ♪

♪ it's the same style rza trainable jump the turn style ♪

[Explosion]

♪ Aluminum bat in the...

[Indistinct chatter]

[Instrumental music]

It could've been a missile, but we got to wait for confirmation.

I don't need a confirmation. Check this out.

A stinger missile has a range of two miles, right?

This is us. This is mooney.

- Within that two-mile radius... - Oh, come on, man.

He's not that crazy to shoot it from his roof.

Rice: Detectives.

Captain, what's the verdict?

Nothing official yet.

Well, come on. Give me your educated guess.

Well, off the record, it looks to me

like the copter was shot down.

You know, when flight 800 went down,

the f.B.I. Did some tests

from missiles fired from boats.

- Some kind of residue test? - I heard that.

Why? You think you know where it was fired from?

I don't know.

[Siren wailing]

Torres: Look, make sure you get everything

on that top, alright?

You guys got a warrant?

We don't need a warrant.

We got the landlord's permission.

Do you think I'm dumb enough to fire a missile

from my own roof?

Who said anything about a missile?

I heard on the news about the helicopter.

I figured that's why you're here.

Yeah, it said a helicopter exploded.

It didn't say anything about a missile.

Silly me for assuming.

Hey, those are nice-looking birds.

You take good care of them, huh?

Gus: Do me a favor, please?

Don't get too close to them.

If they don't know you, they get a little nervous.

Oh. Yeah? What about you, Gus?

You nervous?

You're looking a little sweaty, my man.

Oh, I sweat all the time.

Oh, yeah? Even in the freakin' cold?

All four seasons.

Where were you at 6:00 A.M.?

- I was home in bed. - Mm-hmm.

And your wife will vouch for you.

Hey, you know what?

You're gonna slip up, and when you do,

i'MMA be there to catch you.

When I do, I want you to resist, you hear me?

I'm sorry your friend had to die.

No, you're not...

But you will be.

[Dramatic music]

So, what'd we dig up, gentlemen?

The residue test came back negative.

- Oh, what a surprise. - So he fired it somewhere else.

You know, I don't know if we just should get off

this mooney and explore other possibilities.

The passenger on the helicopter

was a man by the name of Elmer Stewart.

The c.E.O. Of archon pharmaceuticals.

We can link him to mooney?

Torres: Archon supplied the vaccines

that were supposed to protect the troops in the Gulf.

They made a lot of money,

but the f.D.A. Never approved them.

And the army still used them anyway.

- So, they didn't work. Williams: Who knows?

People think that this is what made the soldiers even sicker.

Now, if mooney believes that, there's our motive.

Alright. Stay on him.

Uh, let me find the file. I had it right here.

Oh, yes.

"Gus and Kay mooney."

Uh, they made a number of visits

to the v.A. Hospital in '92 and '93.

What was their problem?

I'm not at Liberty to say.

Was it Gulf war syndrome?

- There is no such thing. McNamara: Excuse me?

Um, the Pentagon has been researching this since 1991.

Officially, there is no unique illness afflicting soldiers

who returned from the Gulf war.

You saying these people aren't sick?

No, no, we're finding a whole range of symptoms,

but no single illness

that can be attributed to the Gulf war.

But the toxins in the air,

the chemical and biological warfare...

There is no evidence that Iraq used such weapons.

Are you serious?

McNamara: What's this?

Uh...

Four years ago, Kay mooney had a baby girl.

- Andrea Lynn. - Oh, my god.

What are those things?

Tumors. She died at the age of two.

McNamara: From what?

Atrial-septal heart defect,

among other things.

No unique illnesses, huh?

McNamara: We'll need a copy of that.

Hey, let's not jump to conclusions.

At least three percent of all American babies

are born with abnormalities.

[Telephone ringing]

What are those things on her face?

Tumors, tangled-up blood vessels.

They were in her throat and spine.

She couldn't talk or swallow.

I'm gonna call judge Whitaker, see if I could get a warrant.

Look, we may have motive but we don't have any evidence, man.

He'll be out in a day, anyway.

Look. Can you two stay on him, please?

Yeah. Like white on rice. Let's go.

Come on.

I can understand why he snapped.

I don't care about his motive.

All I'm getting is a damn answering machine.

I'm gonna finish checking on these. You need anything?

No. I have to run some errands. Go ahead.

Woman 1: So you ready to conjugate

some more verbs for me?

- Oui. - Okay.

[Knock at door]

Uh, excuse me.

Sorry for being late.

Bienvenue, monsieurwilliams.

Comment allez-vous?

- Um... - She says, "welcome.

How are you?"

Oh, uh, fine, thank you.

- Gracias. - It's merci.

Merci.

Merci. Merci.

Now, normally, I allow only French in this classroom,

but I think I'll make an exception for you.

Uh... merci beaucoup.

I'm Natasha clayborne.

J.c. Williams.

Um, so what's this I hear about a note?

- This is French. - Yeah.

It's a Valentine's day card.

And it's quite...

Passionate and expressive.

Um... listen, I, um...

Apologize if my son was disrespectful...

But you know if you don't mind me saying, um...

I can understand why he would be passionate and expressive.

Very gallant, Mr. Williams.

Now I can see where Gregory gets it from.

But I don't think you understand.

Oh, i... I think I do.

I think I do.

That note is written in impeccable French.

I think Gregory has a real flair for the language.

- I got flair. - Ah. You do, don't you?

Yeah, and I'd like to move him up to my honors class.

What?

Williams: Honors class? I like that.

Now, you know it'll be a lot more work,

but I think he can handle it.

Williams: Sounds good.

Oh, my goodness.

So, um, is this the reason

you called me down here?

- To get your permission. - Sure.

It's fine with me as long as it's cool with him.

So what do you think, son? You ready for honors class?

Yeah...

Whatever.

These people must have gone through hell.

Why am I telling you?

You're the one with a daughter.

You'd know better than me.

She's not my daughter.

Hmm. I mean, biologically.

Well, maybe a little more than just biologically.

You know what, Tommy?

Can we just drop the subject?

Sure.

What do you suppose will happen to Melissa now?

I mean, with her adopted mother dead,

the father sick...

I don't know.

You think you'd want her back?

The question is, would she want me?

Look, there he is.

♪ There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from ♪

♪ you can run but you can't hide forever ♪

♪ from these streets that we done took ♪

♪ you walkin' with your head down scared to look ♪

♪ you shook 'cause ain't no such things ♪

♪ as halfway crooks

♪ they never around when the beef cooks ♪

♪ in my part of town it's similar to Vietnam ♪

♪ now we all grown up and all

♪ heavy on the cop patrol

♪ they better have the riot gear ready ♪

♪ tryin' to bag me and get rock steady ♪

♪ by the Mac one double I touch you ♪

♪ and leave you with not much to go home with ♪

♪ my skin is thick

♪ 'cause I be up in the mix of action ♪

♪ if I'm not at home, puffing lye relaxin' ♪

♪ New York got a... depressed

♪ so I wear a slug proof underneath my vest ♪

♪ god bless my soul before I put my foot down ♪

♪ and begin to stroll into the drama I built ♪

♪ and all unfinished beef

♪ you assume man is safe from

♪ it's like mixin' vodka and milk ♪

♪ I'm goin' out in the streets taking enemies with me ♪

♪ and if not they scarred so they will never forget me... ♪

Torres: So, uh, what happened?

He spent two hours at the Brooklyn promenade.

Checking out buildings and Bridges.

Where is he now?

I don't know, moreno, where is he now?

- You lost him? - Rush hour traffic at b.Q.E.

Hey, hey, hello? How long have you two been cops?

Save it, torres. We got to see Cooper.

Huh!

I'm still here, I'm still here.

Yes, thank you. We'll be right over to pick it up.

Judge Whitaker gave us a warrant.

Let's check out mooney's apartment.

[Instrumental music]

[Knocking on door]

Mrs. Mooney, we have a warrant

to search your residence.

Is your husband around?

She's touched, man.

Torres: Alright, you guys, hit everywhere you can see.

Williams: Everywhere. Everywhere, guys.

[Dramatic music]

It's no use.

- There's nothing here. - I don't wanna hear that.

There's got to be something somewhere.

We did everything except tear off the walls.

Then let's tear down the walls, alright?

Wait, wait, there's one more place.

Where you going?

[Music continues]

- J.c.! Williams: Yo!

He is playing with us.

No, man, not us...

Me.

[Explosion]

[Dramatic music]

Torres: You know what?

I don't condone what he did,

but I understand it.

But why is keno helping him?

Williams: Well, we'll ask him.

Torres: Just like that, go up and ask him.

He's not going to give us nothing.

Williams: Then, we arrest him.

Torres: Oh? For what?

Williams: Assaulting a police officer.

He's going to be a tough character to pop.

Yeah, well. I can be pretty annoying.

Don't I know this.

Sergeant keno. Just the man we're looking for.

I'm late for a meeting.

We'll make this quick.

We know mooney took the missiles

and we know he used one to shoot down that helicopter.

What we don't know is what he intends to do

with the other two.

- We think you do. - I got nothing to say to you.

- No, no. We're not done yet. - Yes, we are.

You don't want to keep pushing me.

We think you told him about the missiles

and helped him plan the heist.

You know what that makes you?

The lowest scum on earth.

You don't even deserve this uniform.

You're a traitor, you know that?

Torres: Hey, hey, don't resist.

Assaulting an officer.

Hey! This is a police matter.

Back up!

N.y.p.d. Police. Back up.

You know you're under arrest, right?

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law...

Torres: Desert storm.

That... that was a righteous war.

Not like the Vietnam, right?

Hippies didn't spit at us when we came home.

If that's what you mean.

You came back heroes, yellow ribbons, the whole night.

We were just doing our jobs.

Uh-huh. Protecting your country.

- That's right. - That's right.

My country, right or wrong...

I never said she was perfect.

Yeah, I know.

In fact, the army messed your boy up

pretty bad, didn't they?

- He thinks so. - Mm-hmm.

How many people have to die

before he gets his payback?

Oh, he's got you scared, too, huh?

What I don't get is why you're helping him.

I mean, a man like you, a war hero?

- I'm not helping him. - Protecting him then.

You ever see combat?

Torres: Every day of my life.

No. I... I mean real combat

where the shells are coming down so thick

that you wish the ground would swallow you

because hell has got to be better than this.

We were pinned down in a gully by mortar fire.

Our radio was hit, so we couldn't call

for air support.

I crawled to the top.

It looked like a whole regiment of Iraqis

were coming at us.

I was hit.

Mooney charged in with his unit, pulled me back.

If he hadn't come in when he did, I'd be dead.

Me and 13 other guys.

Alright, so you owe him your life, okay.

But what about all those people he's killing?

You owe him theirs, too?

Did he take the missiles?

Come on!

Nod, blink, something.

[Explosions]

It was my fault.

I told him they were coming in.

Was it mooney?

[Dramatic music]

Yes.

[Knocking on door]

Williams: Police! Open the door, mooney.

- He's not here. - Where is he?

- Back up. Williams: Where is he?

Where is he? Huh?

- J.c., you clear? - Yeah.

Listen, you have got to help us.

He is killing people. Is that what you want?

More death? Huh?

Mrs. Mooney, listen to us.

We saw pictures of your daughter, Andrea, okay?

We're sorry about your loss.

What do you know about my loss?

I have a son. I can imagine.

Now, please, help us out.

Listen, all the people that Gus is killing

are not going to bring back Andrea.

Williams: Let's get out of here. We're wasting our time.

His semen blistered my skin.

Excuse me?

When he first came home...

His body was so full of poison,

his semen blistered my skin.

So we waited.

We wanted a child so badly.

Then came Andrea.

You... you saw her.

We fed her through a hole in her stomach.

But, you know... She could laugh.

Lord, she knew she could laugh.

Mrs. Mooney, your daughter sounded

like a very special child.

Please don't let Gus kill in her name.

Williams: Lieu, check it out.

General clive Stevens

who headed the Pentagon's research

on Gulf war syndrome,

was scheduled to be on a 4:15 helicopter

out of the downtown heliport.

Yeah. Mooney's across the river at pier 50.

Alright.

She's calling captain rice.

Better hurry up.

[Siren wailing]

Pier 50, moreno. Let's go.

[Intense music]

[Instrumental music]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Siren wailing]

We're here, and we're moving in.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Powering down]

Get out of here or I'll blow you away, I swear.

It's over, mooney.

Not until I finish what I started.

The helicopter isn't taking off

and general Stevens isn't going anywhere.

Williams: You can't kill all generals.

Somebody has to take responsibility.

Somebody has to say, "we made a mistake.

Let's fix it."

Somebody has to pay.

The army agrees, but you won't get it done this way.

I was willing to die for my country...

But I didn't agree to sacrifice my wife, my baby.

They took them from me, and they won't even admit it.

Now it's their turn.

Mooney... you don't have to die.

I thought that's what you wanted.

No. Not anymore.

You hear me?

No!

[Gunshots]

[Mellow music]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Mellow music]

[Instrumental music]

♪ Compliment

♪ what she does

♪ send her roses

♪ just because

♪ if it's violins she loves

♪ let them play

♪ dedicate

♪ her favorite song

♪ and hold her closer

♪ all night long

♪ love her today

♪ find 100 ways...

[Laughing]

Something for the lady.

Same old garbage for the man.

And something special for you.

With all its faults,

this is still the best country in the world.

I mean, where you going to go?

Canada?

Australia?

[Laughing]

You're crazy. You're so sweet.

Mm, I'll give you your present later.

- I think I need another drink. - What the hell.

As long as people run the government,

there's always going to be corruption and stupidity.

You know, Australia doesn't sound bad.

Tell me, what are you babbling about?

Nothing. Are we supposed to tip him?

- I'm not going to tip him. - Later you will.

[Laughing]

♪ Being cool won't help you keep a love warm ♪

♪ you'll just blow your only chance ♪

♪ take the time

♪ to open up your heart

♪ that's the secret of

♪ romance

so, g, you want some of this pasta I'm going to make?

Gregory: I'm not hungry.

- What, are you sick? - No, I'm okay.

So, uh, you know that French teacher of yours?

- Pssh. Bro, she is bad. - She ah-ight.

"Ah-ight." what you mean, "ah-ight"?

What is that, ebonics?

You the one that wrote her that note.

Yeah, and she graded it.

I opened my heart out to that woman

and she acts like a teacher.

Well, I'm sure she was just trying to keep

her professional objectivity.

That's true,

because if she told me how she really felt,

she'd probably get fired.

Plus, that's molestation.

Well, son, I wouldn't get my hopes up too high.

You know, she probably has a boyfriend or something.

No. I heard her say the other day

that her and her boyfriend just broke up.

[Instrumental music]

Really?

♪ Being cool

♪ won't help you keep a love warm ♪

♪ you'll just blow your only chance ♪

♪ take the time

♪ to open up your heart

♪ that's the secret

♪ of romance

♪ sacrifice

♪ if you care

♪ buy her some moonlight to wear ♪

♪ if it's one more star she wants ♪

♪ go all the way

♪ in your arms tonight

♪ she'll reflect

♪ that she owes you

♪ the sweetest of debts

♪ if she wants to pay

♪ find 100 ways

ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Tunig.

♪ Whoo-hoo hoo oo-oo

[wolf howling]