All language subtitles for NYC 22 S01E05

Last night someone tried to decapitate

the Frederick Douglass statue

at 110th with a hacksaw,

was chased, caught,

and ass-kicked by some locals.

Was the perp black or white?

At this point,
he's mainly purple.

His current address is

Harlem Meer Hospital,
showtimes at 7:00

and 11:00.
Next item,

Fred Wheela a.k.a. King Crack,

was paroled from Comstock
Penitentiary last week

after 20 years incarceration

and unfortunately has
returned to the hood.

When I was a kid, I remember

my dad saying that
between mayhem and dope,

this guy had more bodies on
him than the angel of death.

Guy would wiggle
five fingers on 111th,

and five people
would die on 145th.

Ladies and
gentleman, let's restrain

from mythologizing, okay?

Good morning.

I'm Sergeant Jack Crown
from Vice.

Today some of you all

will participate
in a good old-fashioned raid,

a sweep of the Crouching Tiger

massage parlor
on Central Park North,

both pross and johns.

Crouching Tiger.

It used to be called
the Happy Organ.

Check both lists to see
if you're in on the sweep.

I've never been in a brothel.

Me neither.

It's a lot like a whorehouse.

Footpost 43.

Hey, Sarge?

I might have to be

in court later today.

One of my first
assignments at the Herald

was doing a profile on Harlem

in the post-Fred
Wheeler years.

Is that a fact?
Yeah.

The guy had an
iron grip up here,

all kinds of turf warring
went on after he went upstate,

sort of like the breakup of
Yugoslavia or something.

Really?

Yeah, his only real
competition was a stone killer

who was a licensed mortician.

Guy by the name of, uh,
Otis Clark.

But he had nowhere near
the same amount territory.

Yeah, and yet,

Otis the Mortician proved
the smarter.

He never went to jail,
and he's still in the game.

Fred Wheeler,

you know what
his favorite method

of offing the competition was?

Well, he was a history buff.

There were a few.

Oh, my.

Danny Dean hisself.

Hey, Fred.

Looks like you lost
a few pounds in there.

One third my body weight.

Got Hep C from the infirmary

after a shanking.

Where you living?

Somewhere temporary.

Back in the '80s,
you had that, uh,

sweet floor-through
at the Graham Towers.

This a cop nowadays?

No, I'm the new
mascot for the Mets.

Petey the Patrolman.

So, do I got to be worrying

about you now, Fred?

I look like anybody you need
to worry about anymore?

Y'all have a good day now,
all right.

I'm assigning you
as my driver for this tour.

Why is that?

I want to keep
my hands free today.

I'll be right back.

Toney.

I want you with me today.

For what?

I've got something to do.

I could use a uniform along.

My introduction to Fred?

As a rookie,
I was assigned to, uh,

safeguard a crime scene
in a restaurant.

Fred had stuffed

six of his rivals
in a pizza oven,

and then, uh,
turned up the jukebox

to drown out their screams.

I called in sick
for the next two days.

So did my partner.

So, you know,
what's his deal with you?

In '92, when I was in Narcotics,

we got a tip that
there was serious weight

in Fred's apartment.

I got a warrant, hit the place,

and found a duffel
with ten keys of coke in it.

He claims the dope

was planted by his mistress,
Cissy Williams,

and supplied by me.

Well, could somebody
else have, uh,

you know, planted it?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Now drive.
Where to?

Check on Cissy Williams.

Fred,

I know what you're thinking.

Tell me what I'm thinking.

I swear by my child's life...

I heard you went
and had yourself a kid.

Boy, right?

Gerald? Gerard?

Goes to Lutheran on 117th.

Plays soccer.

Soccer.

What are you thinking?

I thought you said you knew
what I was thinking.

I'd like to know that, too.

Ain't this something?

I come in here feeling

a little cloudy in my chest;
lo and behold,

who's the triage nurse?

My old squeeze, Cissy.

Get your ass up
out of that chair and vanish.

You want to hear
lo and behold part two?

No sooner than I say hello,
Danny Dean makes the scene.

The two of you together

in a heartbeat,
just like 20 years ago.

You know,

I went to that triangle park

on St. Nick
to see some of my old crew.

You should've seen them,

canes, wheelchairs.

One dude was off to his
hypertension support group,

can you believe that?

I'm feeling better already.

You one hell of a nurse, Cissy.

I'll see you around, huh?

Since this is the first time

we're partnered up,

is there anything I should know
about how you work?

I don't know,

just that I've completely
lost the ability

to differentiate
between normal and abnormal,

expected and unexpected.

On the other hand...

What the hell is all this?

Guy gives me some nonsense
about curbside delivery.

Now I got to get all this
back to my crib before...

Officers, could you guard this?

I'd ask the brothers
in the bodega

to help me out, but right now,

we are in direct competition
for the bath tissue market.

Harvey, you remember me?

Yeah, I escaped from you at
the hospital a while back.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I tell you what,
I will sell you

this whole kabibble
of hygiene for $500.

Hey!

And you can sell it for
four dollars a jumbo-pack.

Cost to you is one dollar.

That is, uh,
three dollar profit per.

Where did they come from?

Factory rejects.

Defective toilet paper?

One ply.

Hey, drop it!

Oh, man, this is too painful
to watch.

I'm gonna drown my sorrows

in some bad Yemeni coffee.

He threatened my child.

How?

He said his name.

Does the boy have
any other family?

My ex lives in Bridgeport.

I'll get him
on the bus this afternoon.

How about yourself?
I ain't running from him.

You know I've had a real bad
life for the most part.

Now I can finally
hold my head up.

I ain't giving that up

even if he kills me.

Hey, nobody's getting killed,
okay?

If you want, I'll put a cop
with you for awhile.

Not a cop.

Fred could always buy
himself a cop.

He doesn't look like he could

buy himself a cup of coffee.

Desmond over there,
we're seeing each other.

He's all the cover I'll need.

Oh, all right.

You still got all my numbers?

Yeah.
All right.

Danny?

You be careful out there
with him, too.

Hey, there, honey.

Can you get
the boss lady for me?

Are you kidding me?

It's that time of year, Trace.

Gentlemen!

Everybody up,

everybody dressed.

Ladies, you know the drill.

I was just visiting.

I was just visiting.

Pat them down, cuff them up.

Please, I got a babysitter.

Maybe you should
switch jobs with her.

You got anything in your
pockets might stick me?

Come again?

Check his mouth.

He's got drugs in there.

Say, ahh.

Yoda put me on to that.

Said if a collar's not talking,

it's because

he's got something
in his mouth.

It's for my migraines, I swear.

Mm-hmm.
Someone's been doing their homework.

I got to tell you,

he's been teaching me

a lot of stuff these
past few weeks.

What's your story?

I just came in for a back rub.

I got desiccated discs.

I kind of actually look forward
to seeing him every day.

I mean, you know, to learn.

Is that a fact?

Felix? You told me you
worked on Wall Street!

You told me you
owned a shoe store!

Hey, Felix, you got anything
in a triple wide pump?

It was an undercover operation.

Undercover brother.

Aw...

Whoa, Lady Godiva.

Where am I?

I can't think of a comeback line
clever enough.

These men had me
blindfolded for days.

I don't even know what language
they were speaking.

Where are your clothes?

I don't have any.
They took them.

The two men speaking
a foreign language?

Did someone tell you
we give a cash prize

for the best story?
Because it's not true.

Go find him something to wear.

Okay, sir, here, just...

Otis Clark.

I heard he was still a player.

Last of his kind around here,
him and Fred.

The wars those two
I had back then

made these streets
look carpet-bombed.

Why do you think Fred
will show up here?

Well... 'cause look at all
the young guns around here.

Otis Clark

is the only game in town
that Fred could relate to.

And Fred,
he don't like being poor.

Speak of the devil.

Come on.

These officers with you?

They will be, no doubt.
Fresh out of jail,

and you have the nerve
to show up here?

What if I was to say
I was grievous sorry

for all those people you lost
back when we was clashing?

Your two young brothers.

I had 20 years to think on it.

Big D and Clarence did
their share of hellishness.

Each of them would've
killed you dead

in a heartbeat,
if they'd got the chance.

Hell, neither of us were doves.

Nonetheless, I'm here to
apologize from my heart

for their deaths.

That's all I got to say.

Fred.

We're both gray-haired men now.

How about we just take
the years that God left for us?

I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't hoping

your heart would move
you in that direction.

Guess where I'm
hanging my hat now?

That rat hole, The New Ebony.

Can you believe that?

That just about
brought a tear to my eye.

Y'all gonna toss me here
or down at the precinct?

Whoa! Whoa!

Oh.

What did they do,
move Harlem somewhere?

He's clean.

Oh, no, no, no.

You got to look harder.

You just done violated
yourself, Fred.

Tell me when to start acting
all outraged and whatnot.

You know, this young officer
look, uh...

oddly familiar.

So you were kept here?

No, somewhere else.

I-I have no idea where.

They had me so drugged,

I-I could've been on the moon.

At some point they must've
transported me here.

They took my wallet,
my credit cards, bank cards...

No wallet then no I.D. I
may not have any I.D.,

but I certainly know who I am.

Brandon Ken.
144 Rudy Vallee Lane,

Port Washington, New York.

What's in your hand?

My hand?

Oh, this.

One of the men was wearing it
when they were feeding me.

It fell off of him.

I took it.

I can't believe
I'm still holding this.

Here.

Fred, let me hip
you to something.

Crack's whack.

Most people around here
shooting insulin

instead of smack,
and you, my friend,

are being watched
through a telescope 24/7.

So, if you have
the slightest notion

of hooking up
with Otis Clark...

Know your history, boy.

Otis no friend of mine.
Is that why you two

looked like you were ready
to make a baby back there?

Man needs to make his peace
in this life.

So you gonna

violate me with that
little flake knife

or is this just some kind
of warning to behave?

You keep your distance...

from Otis Clark.

And you don't even daydream

about going anywhere near
Danny Dean

or Cissy Williams.

One hiccup...

Sending you back
is as easy as this.

Get him out of here.

You said I look familiar?

I had an uncle
that worked for you.

Po Boy Toney, right?

He was a good worker.

Stole a woman from me though.

Never could abide a thief.

He was my mother's brother.

You had him killed
when I was four years old.

Left him dead in front of our
house, in the street

like he was garbage.

My mother's never been the same.

Now nephew's wearing the blue.

That, in my equivalency class
upstate...

they call that irony.

You bump into this
vet cop, that vet cop

and they all talk
about getting you

violated, busted,
and re-busted--

blah, blah, blah-- but if
I ever get the excuse,

and I mean ever,
old man or not...

...I will just shoot you.

I don't get it. Why would
Otis hook up with Fred?

He's broker than broke.

What's in it for Otis?

I'm surprised Fred
went out of his way

to even tell Otis
where he was living.

I thought he'd have
more pride than that.

What the hell is he up to?

Maybe nothing.

No, no, no.
An old lion's still a lion,

and the most dangerous kind
at that.

You okay, partner?

Hmm? Me?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I'm good, I'm good.

Just got to get out
in front of this.

So, okay.
What are you thinking?

There's this guy
in Otis' organization,

Billy Herman,

he runs one
of his uptown funeral homes.

He also does
some of his dirty work,

but likes to play
on both sides of the fence

so he can stay unincarcerated.

I know Billy.
You want me to shake his tree?

No. I'll do it.

I'm married, you know?

Wow. Imagine that.

To a wonderful man.

Jimmy and I got married
the first day

the law allowed for it.

I feel sick to my stomach.

That would be the guilt.

No, it's the drugs.

Something those men most
likely put in the food.

Been sober for 16 years.

You go to meetings?
I run them.

One in a church
out in Port Washington,

the other
at Harlem Meer Hospital.

So the Harlem Meer,

is that what brings you
to this neck of the woods?

Well, that and the fact that
I teach history at City.

You know...

everyone in here now has a story
more believable than mine.

That would be the abduction

by men speaking
an unknown language,

who drugged you,

and then later
deposited you naked

in a house of prostitution.

Yeah.

Who on earth with half a brain

would make up crap like that?

Hey.

Harvey, pardon the pun, but...

it looks like
you're getting wiped out.

Yours for 250.

The thing about Harvey is...

two minutes after I first
met him in holding,

he looked me in the eyes and...

told me me and my boyfriend
were in trouble.

Harvey's a die-hard
con artist,

but damn if he didn't read me
like a comic book.

He reminds me of one of my
uncles back home.

He had a million scams,

but if one of them
ever went smoothly...

I think he'd have had
a heart attack.

Are you sick?

Read this for me, please.

Says you just won $10,000.

Is this the precinct for
Harlem Meer Hospital

and City College?
Yes, it is.

Then I need to file a missing
persons report with you.

Okay, who's missing?

My partner.
Business?

Life. Name's Brandon Ken.

And he hasn't been home
in two days.

I wish I had someone like that.

Are you kidding me?

Girl as smoking hot as you,

you don't have, like...

Wait, I did not...

I did not mean that in any

offensive or aggressive...

I am in no way hitting on you.

You must have to beat
the chicks off with a club.

Is that guy a collar?
Well, actually...

Then get him the hell
out of here.

What's wrong with you?

We're married, Brandon
and I, you get that?

We're adopting a child.

Do you have any idea
how absurd this all is?

At worst he'll probably receive

a desk appearance ticket,

pay a fine,
and be home tomorrow.

At worst?

What about innocence?

You want to do something
for yourself?

Call your credit cards,

check your bank account,

see if anything's amiss.

Let us know.

Billy works for Otis--
why would he talk to us?

I'll give him a reason.

Billy.

Get off of me, man!

I'm claustrophobic!

Why you running from us, Billy?

Huh?

Something between Otis and Fred?

With who? I don't know.
Please!

Boss, is this, I mean,
this is legal, right?

I heard that they were all
huggy and teary.

Had to be crocodile tears.

Let me out of here!
Whose crocodile tears?

What?!
Whose crocodile tears?!

Who?!

Get me a... get me
a hammer and some nails, Harper.

Seriously?

Whose crocodile tears?
Or I swear to God...

Otis been waiting 20 years
to kill Fred!

I don't know
what you all talking

about them hugging
and making up,

but he's been clocking
Fred's parole for a year,

getting ready to settle up
for his brothers!

Please!

Let me out!

I'll tell you, for someone
who's claustrophobic,

you're in the wrong line
of work, you know.

So what now,
warn Fred or scare Otis?

Neither.
Neither? Th-That guy just basically...

I don't know what I expected
to hear in there.

Something about a prison
dope connection, but not that.

And he gave it up too easy.
That was easy.

Maybe Billy wants us
jamming up Otis,

you know, take hi,

or, uh, maybe Fred got to him.

See, the thing
about a snitch is,

they work you as much
as you work them.

Okay, so, what now?
We, uh...

We take a breath and
I think this through.

This language you say
they were speaking?

It sounded Middle Eastern
or East European.

I don't think I've ever
heard it before.

Any particular words
that stand out for you?

No. Uh, wait.

Selena? Zelena?

They'd say it when they fed me,

but that couldn't be right;
they sure weren't Hispanic.

What were they feeding you?

Some kind of pork
and cabbage stew.

Stunk up the whole place.

And they called it selena?
I think so.

All I could tell you is, that's
when they would say the word.

Do you know
how pissed we're gonna be

if you're making all this up?

What are you doing?

Searching "world cuisine."

Now "pork and cabbage."

Mexican? German?

Look here.

"Zelena menestra"?

Croatian.

Check this out.

Yeah, yeah, I believe so...

Ring a bell?

The bell has been rung.

Hey, brother, what's up?

For the wife, man.
She's gonna love you.

Baby, she's gonna love you.

What are you doing?

Cognac?
Hey, I'm spreading the wealth.

Are you crazy?
Advertising you won money

in this neighborhood?

How'd you get it so fast?

I borrowed five grand
from the hamburger man

against the ticket.
The loan shark on 117th?

Yeah. Lottery folks don't
pay off for two weeks.

You know this is suicide by Santa Claus.
Oh...

Young people, you got to have
a little more faith in folks.

You know that, right?
Look, look, I wish I had

something else to offer you
besides cognac,

but all else I got in here
is cigars, but...

I tell you what, toilet paper.

Consider it a gift.

Hey. Here you go.
Hey, sister.

Here, I got some
perfume for you.

We're cleaned out.

Every card charged to the max.

Okay. Okay. Hang on.

Come with me.

Brandon Ken-- this is the john
that was abducted by aliens?

Croatians.

Brandon is not a john.

All right, I've got all your
information, I'll forward it

to the Fraud Squad,

let them run with it.

Meanwhile, maybe you should
cancel the cards for starters.

What brilliant advice.

What the hell are you bringing me

this crap for?
Go process your collars.

I got a haircut.

We have a report of shots fired

in the New Ebony Hotel,
1275 A.C. Powell.

All units respond.

That's where Fred's staying.

Let's go.

It's bad.

Otis Clark.

It's not what you expected, is it?
What?

All morning I've been watching
the gears turn,

and I couldn't figure out
what was going on,

except that Fred has got you
good and scared for something

that happened,
like, 20 years ago.

Billy tells you that Otis
is going to kill Fred,

and you give me some song
and dance about snitches,

but what you're really thinking is
"let the oven clean itself," right?

Otis goes after Fred,
Fred goes to the morgue,

and you and Cissy Williams can
stop looking over your shoulder

the rest of your lives.

All you really got
to do is nothing.

Let nature takes its own
psychopathic course.

Except Fred is not
in the morgue.

We have to find him
before he finds Cissy.

What happened?

Guy blindsided me
in the men's room.

What guy?
Told you I got blindsided.

Where's Cissy?
She ain't out at her desk?

Maybe she's on a break.

This is 2-2 Sergeant.

There's been abduction
at Harlem Meer Hospital.

Victim: Cissy William;
suspect: Fred Wheeler.

Cissy, open up.

Cissy, it's me, Danny.

Police! Get down!

Get down! Move!

What'd I do?! What'd I do?!

Get down! Move!
Wait! Wait! Wait!

Hey,

that's her son.

That's her son.

What's going on?
Where's my mother?

So...

So, he snatches Cissy,
and then what?

What's he thinking?

I don't know, but he's
got nowhere to go,

no way to get out of this.

No, earlier I heard him
talking about

how he's spending time
visiting his old haunts.

How none of them are left,
everything's changed.

But the buildings are still there.
I'm just saying,

you say he's got nowhere else to
go except maybe into the past.

Yeah, I know four or five
Fred Wheeler landmarks.

Want to split them up?

So you hear about this guy we
picked up during the sweep?

Yeah, it's the prize winner.

Everybody's talking
about his story.

Not the detectives.

So how's it going
on your side of the street?

Sucks. I hate booking pross.

Everybody's got
such a hard luck story.

Mm-hmm. No one dreams
of growing up to be a hooker.

I got three of them freaking out

about having their kids
taken away.

I got two from upstate,
one from Europe somewhere.

Where in Europe?

Um, I didn't ask,

but it was an accent
I never heard before.

Can I see the arrest report?

Mm.

Hey, she's Croatian.

I understand you're in a jam.

Will they take my child?

Not if you can have
the arrest voided.

How can I do that?

Do you have family here?

No, just... some cousins.

What are their names?

Their names?

Baldovin and Martinus.

You ever seen this before?

I'll make a deal.

I want my son.

If you were gonna
ask me about my love life,

what would you ask?

I wouldn't.
Are you that uncurious?

More like, that embarrassed
to ask such questions.

I wish somebody would.

Sometimes I feel like
I've got nobody to talk...

Stop the thieving thieves!

They yoked me!
Got my lottery money!

Stop them! Go!

Stop him!

No! No! No!

Come on!

Wait. I know these two.

Hey, they work for
the hamburger man.

The loan shark you borrowed from?
Yeah, he ain't above

robbing his own customers
from time to time,

especially when he knows they
got some of his money on them.

He probably didn't know
I know them.

I was in Rikers
with this ugly one,

and in Central Booking once
with that even uglier one.

Now I'm supposed

to pay him back?!

'Cause you know
the hamburger man

don't care.

We'll just have
to make him care. Come on.

They find men that look like
family types, respectable.

They use chloroform and a van,

then the take them back

to their apartment

in the Bronx,
feed them roofies,

and keep them as
long as they can

to milk all their credit cards.

Then,

they take them
to Crouching Tiger

so stoned
they can hardly remember.

What's your part in this?

To help to slip the guy inside,

to remove his clothes and
convince that we slept together.

Hope is that the family man will
be too confused and embarrassed

to complain to the cops.

Your cousins--

write down their address.

I'm sorry.
You two say something?

Not me.
Nope.

This was one of
Fred's crack factories.

Cooking and bagging.

See, he had it in a storefront
instead of an apartment.

He was that brazen.

Looks closed.

Yeah, but the gate's unlocked.

Hey, boss...

Call it in.

Call it in.
10-13. Shots fired.

Katrina Florists,
1238 A.C. Powell.

Possible hostage situation.

Mr. Danny Dean!

See what happens
when you barge in

on somebody in their former
place of business?

You got Cissy in there, Fred?

Indeed I do.

Why don't you come in
and join us?

Fact, I insist.

So does Cissy.

Stay here.

Stay here? What?
You're going in?

I know what I'm doing.
Yeah, I do, too.

You're gonna get him
one way or the other.

Ah!

Now we can have us
a real party.

What the hell is he thinking?

I think he's gonna kill him.

Some things happened today.
And you don't understand them.

No matter what
you think you know.

All right, we got ten seconds
to make a choice.

We either cover our own asses,
or maybe save Dean's.

I'm on board.

Yeah, I'm in.

2-2 Anti-Crime.
I'm with the officer

who called in the 10-13
at Katrina Florists.

Slow it down while
I check and advise.

Do not enter.
I repeat:

do not enter.

Saw a guy giving
a historical gangster tour

of Harlem this morning.

He said my name.

Know what that means?

I'm history.

Let her go, Fred.

You know who's in history books?

Dead people.

If a joker like Otis Clark could still be

in the game
after all these years,

can you imagine
where I'd be right now

if it wasn't for you two?

Fred, you don't need her.

You have me.

Otis has always been
something of a simpleton.

All's I had to do was tell him
where I was coopin',

sit back...

wait for him to show up.

Fred, Fred, listen to me.

Let Cissy go.

This is about you and me;
it always has been.

Well...

that's so...

and not so.

Let me ask you...

what is this place?

What place?

This? This is, uh...

this is Harlem.

Nah, this ain't Harlem.

Harlem is where I'm feared.

Well, I fear you, Fred.
I fear you.

And look at Cissy there;
she's shaking like a leaf.

You know... I was gonna pay
you and Cissy and Otis all back

in my own sweet time
once I got back on top,

but the minute I
got off that bus,

I realized I was never
gonna be nothin' no more

around here
but a broke-ass ghost...

sitting with
a bunch of diabetics,

talking about
"back in the day."

So what am I supposed

to do now?

Get a job?

Nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah.

Nothing left for me to do but...

settle my scores
and call it a day.

Oh, my...

Commandos.

Pull that trigger, there ain't

gonna be enough of you left

to fill an ashtray.
So I kill you,

they kill me?

Or I give up...

go back to jail
the rest of my life.

Jail is still alive.

First few years inside,
I was Fred Wheeler.

After that, there were so many

new kingpins coming in that...

I just became some old guy
with a hairnet

serving stew to animals with
a fraction of my intelligence.

That ain't alive.

Uh-uh, no, no.

So...

...young nephew,
you know what happens

to Miss Cissy
when you pull that trigger?

Nobody's pulling
any triggers, Fred.

Nobody.

Terry...

Harper, Toney,

nobody!

You got me?

Your call, partner.

Look. Look.

I want a confession.

Y'all set me up back then.

Tell it. Tell it!

Fred, I swear I didn't do anything.

She didn't do a damn thing--
it was me, it was all me.

You did so many horrific deeds;
you got away with all of it.

Somebody had to
balance the scales.

So here I am, okay?
Here I am.

You got no truck with her.

Let me ask you something.

What the hell is SoHa?

SoHa? It's a...

It's an abbreviation.

It means South Harlem.

You know, like SoHo.

What the hell is SoHo?!

No!

It's okay. It's okay.

Come on. Come on.

Which one are you,
Baldovin or Martinus?

What is it you're doing?
Let's go.

What is this?

Lunchtime's over.

There's no meds
or dope or anything.

Bedroom's clear.

No wallets or credit cards.

Hey, Detective.

No wallets or
Does this count as evidence?

Danny.

Danny.

Danny.

Your rooks are good

at keeping their stories
straight, right?

What they heard and
what they didn't.

We'll find out.

Four dollars.

No, I think it's on the house.
Say what?

You know what else
is on the house?

The five grand loan to Harvey.

Where do you come off
getting in my business?

See, Harvey here,

he I.D.'d
the two goons

that you sent to rob him.

Now, we got him not
to press charges,

but they will give
you up in a heartbeat,

and then your business

really would be selling burgers.

That is, after you
get out of jail.

My ticket!

I ain't never borrowing
money from this man again.

Well, may you both have
long and fruitful careers.

I don't know, what
did you say earlier?

You taught history?

There are days

that sounds pretty
appealing to me.

I'm gonna stick with the long,
fruitful cop thing.

How do we get out of here?

Where you going?

Home.

Nah, let me buy you a drink.

I can't.

You can.

Come on.

Cissy-- you...

you would've...
died for her today?

When she first met Fred,

she was 18, she was coming
out of her sixth foster home.

When she went upstate,
she fell down a crack hole.

When she was 21,
she was a whore.

When she was 25,
she cleaned up.

Went to nursing school at 28,

and then she never
looked back, so yeah,

I would've...
I would've gone

the extra mile for her.

Is it true

what you said to Fred

about setting him up like that?

Say what you think
you need to say

to survive the situation.

That's not answering
my question.

So, self-cleaning oven--
you still believe that?

I don't know. That's
what it looked like to me.

I didn't tell Otis
to go after Fred.

Yeah, but you
didn't stop him, either.

You believe in evil? I do.

Do you believe
in public executions?

I don't.

I think the safest thing
I can say to you

is "I'll see you tomorrow."

Boss.

Just checking in on you.

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