All language subtitles for Ironside s01e04 Uptown Murders.eng

Hey, look here, mama.
We got Rolex, $1.

Hey, man, look here.
I got the best Rolexes.

You ain't gonna find a Rolex
cheaper than mine.

[Latin hip-hop music]
$1 Rolex, $1.

30? Rol...

Miralo...
[chuckles]

That's him.

Are you sure?

You expect I could ever
forget that man's face?

First he shot Daquan Carter
through his head,

and then when my grandbaby looked up
and spotted him on the roof,

he shot Michael, too.

Only 14 years old,
coming home from school.

And that man shot him down
like target practice.

We have positive I.D.
on Soriano.

My man, my man, my man, look here.
Let me holler at you for a second.

Look, hey. Hey, brother.
Let me holler at you.

- Let me holler at you.
- Yo, man, get away. Beat it!

No, no. Hey, look, look, look.
That's genuine faux Rolex, there.

That's a cut above fake.
Look here. Come on, now.

Let me see. Let me check 'em out.
Let me see what you got.

I'ma let you peep the goods, I'ma not
let you see the whole Bronx Zoo now.

Come on over here.

- Let's see what you got, man.
- See that gold inlay right there?

- Let's see, what's this?
- Oh, this?

Hey, help a girl out with directions,
honey? I get so lost up here.

Where you going, rubia? We got
everything we need right here, baby.

Ain't that the truth.

Turn off the car.

You know what to do.

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We sitting
at a chicken shack,

but I smell pork.

[laughs]

What's that there,
your hit man phone?

Drug kingpins call in and tell you
which bodies they want dropped?

This one...?

Just bitches and hoes.

Look out, yo.

Thank you.
Keep that change, yo.

Put your hands behind your head
and get up from the table.

But I'm still hungry.

I'll buy you a candy bar on your way
to Central Booking, how about that?

What do you make it, 20 feet from
here to that Twin Turbo V-12?

Go 0 to 60 in what, 4.5?

Leave a porky pig like me
way behind.

If you get there, that's
a prisoner attempting to escape.

You might just
catch a bullet...

Like Michael Wade.

[echoing gunshot]

Where you keep a piece?
You're not strapped.

- You just fronting.
- Try me.

[chuckles]

Hey!

Police.
Don't move.

You moved.

Hey, yo, primo,
call my lawyer.

Carlos Soriano,

you're under arrest for the murders
of Michael Wade and Daquan Carter.

Thank you again, Miss Lillian.
We'll be in touch.

Yeah, I heard that
from police before.

She's got a lot of guts.

Yeah, she still doesn't believe
she'll get justice for Michael.

We just slapped bracelets
on Soriano.

He's wriggled out
of more handcuffs than Houdini.

[phone ringing]
A dozen bodies' worth.

Yeah, Cap, what's up?

Yes, sir, copy that.

- What's Ed want?
- You're right.

Soriano's lawyer
already called the house.

[elevator dings]

Absolutely no statements until
my client and I have a chance to confer.

We got to process
him first.

Make sure he doesn't have a razor
up his sleeve, or drugs up his nose,

or a piece up his butt.
It could take a while.

Come on.
This way, hot shot.

- Good collar, Sarge.
- Thanks, Chief.

Bob, let's talk
in my office.

Since when does the chief of detectives
give a damn about a double in the Bronx?

Do you recall that NYU student that was
shot and killed on 24th Street last month?

Yeah, was that, um,
Mei-Ling Yeung?

Chinese national, honor student.
No apparent motive, no witnesses.

- All over the media every day since.
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, Soriano�s lawyer
says he can give us the shooter.

In exchange for what?

- My good... my good collar?
- Decision's with the D.A., but yeah.

- We're exploring our options.
- Boy, how hard did you even press him?

Was Soriano at the scene, or is this just
some rumor he's using to jam up a rival?

You know, when I got up this morning,
I knew today was gonna be different.

You know, just shaving, coffee with
the wife, riving in on the Grand Central.

There was just... There
was something in the air.

Now I know, today's the day when
a sergeant told me how to do my job.

- Just two more uptown murders, right?
- No one said that.

Lowlifes from
the badlands.

No press, nobody but the families
mourning the victims,

no hack politicians
expressing outrage.

It's just... it's like
it never happened at all.

When the job gets a debate team,
I'll let you know. Hey, sergeant!

Some of us thought that
after you got your settlement,

and your hand-picked team,
and your tree house,

that maybe those edges
on that boulder

you lug around on your shoulder
might round off.

Not when you let Soriano
deal the cards.

He'd sell his own mother
to cannibals to save his hide.

Well, we're gonna hear what he has
to say, See if it checks out.

[door closes]

That's the last time
you smile at me.

Count on it.

[hip-hop music]

Season 1, Episode 04
"Uptown Murders"

Sync & corrections: Reef
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Hey, Chief!
Hold on a minute.

You got a needle you forgot
to jab me with there, sarge?

Tayshaun Ramsey.

You were just a gold shield
working Brooklyn South.

I did six murders a day back then.
I drew my own line in the sand.

And how many bosses
told you to stop?

Wrote you up, cut off your O.T.,
tried to transfer you out,

but you made that case
despite them.

We don't have that kind
of time on this one.

Give me 72 hours

To clear Mei-Ling
and take Soriano down.

I'll give you 24.

- I'll take it.
- Hey, sergeant!

I already told your captain
To get an A.D.A. down here.

While they deal, you can hunt,
but this case closes tomorrow.

All right.

This is the only video we have
of the Mei-Ling shooting.

Picasso here had his buddy recording
his exploits for posterity.

[gunshots, shouting]

[tires screeching]

- Says "drive-by" to me.
- College girl drive-by?

- Who was in the car with Mei-Ling?
- Her roommate, Charlotte Bowman.

- Night watch interview her?
- Yep, night watch,

Manhattan South Homicide,
and Danny Azores, from the 10th.

Story never changed.
They went to a club in Chelsea...

- Which club?
- Swami, on 10th and 23rd.

- Anything happen there?
- Beefs with anybody?

Not according to Charlotte.

They danced, met some boys
from Columbia

who invited them to a party
at Morningside Heights.

They were heading west
on 24th Street when,

quote, "some maniac
started shooting at them."

A maniac she can't I.D.

It was night time, dark out.
Only took a second.

And by the time she realized what
had happened, her friend was dead.

All we have to do is solve a murder
that 26 detectives have struck out on.

In 24 hours or less, and
the uptown murders stick to Soriano.

Let's get it.

Detective...

Robert Ironside, anti-crime.

- That's my uncle, Kenneth.
- Close to your uncle, Bobby?

He was around
more than my dad.

He taught me how to play ball,
talk to girls, steal cars.

- Is that so?
- But I fell in with the wrong crowd...

Cops and such.

Like a moment alone
with him?

You want to know where
to start, who to look at...

Or how to hit the curve.

Last couple of years, uncle Kenneth
was on this corner, getting his buzz on.

Sketchy company and whatnot,
you know what I mean?

Somebody you like for this?

A wino named Fishbone, always
messing with a flick-knife.

You see Fishbone,
you let me know.

The Yeungs were due
to arrive at JFK tonight,

after a long journey from their
small town in southwestern China.

What am I supposed
to tell her parents?

"Oh, hey, I'm your daughter's roommate,
and it's my fault that she got shot"?

- Not unless you shot her.
- You really don't understand.

Mei-Ling never went out
until I made her.

Nothing else happened at Swami?
No fights, no incidents, no drugs?

No.
Nothing like that.

- Did Mei-Ling have any boyfriends?
- No.

[scoffs] No.

She was pre-med
and really serious about it,

and I felt bad because we lived
in New York for over a year

and she'd never done
the nightlife thing.

So you pushed?

I was pretty positive
that she was gonna say, "no."

This time, she said, "yes."

She was really happy
on the way there.

[crying] Like, laughing and, like,
singing along to the radio.

Charlotte.
Charlotte!

Now, I know you've told this
same story over and over again,

but the only part of your story
that didn't sound rehearsed to me

Was right then,
when you cried.

- What are you saying?
- I just said it.

I don't think you're being
as helpful as you could be.

Okay, well,
detective Azores said

that I didn't really have to talk
to anybody else.

All right, that moment
where she broke down?

- Right before she got to the shooting?
- Yep, that was it.

- That's what she's holding back.
- So why are we letting her go?

She's been sitting
with the lie for a week.

Now that she knows we know,

gonna take a little while
to push her over the edge.

We go back at her
too soon and...

She might just shut down
all over again.

All right.

So you came home from the market
and found it this way?

Fools think
they gonna scare me off.

We should move you to a motel,
for your own safety.

Turn tail and run?
Uh-uh.

If you insist on staying,
I can notify the precinct.

They can set a fixed post
out front of your apartment.

Wait, I get a say-so
on a police at my door?

- Of course you do.
- Well, then I say "no."

Police sit out here
around the clock, and then what?

Day he leaves,
they burn me to the ground.

Miss Lillian, if you stay here,
we can't guarantee your safety.

[scoffs] "Guarantee"...?

- You must be new to the Bronx.
- No, ma'am.

I was born three subway stops
from here, Morris Park.

Oh, and then your block
commence to turn,

and your folks snatched you up and
ran out to Long Island, correct?

Rockland County.

Same place where you bring up
your own young ones now.

Yeah, you're right.

I don't live here.

I don't own all the troubles
you do.

But I do come down every day
and try and do something about it.

I supposed I would have done
just like you, if I could.

Get Michael out.
Fresh air, tall trees...

Ain't nothing left
to protect, now.

Just some old bones
and cheap furniture.

No, baby.
I ain't going nowhere.

Where's the ballistics report
on Mei-Ling?

7.62 caliber copper-washed,
steel-jacketed rounds.

That's high-powered
military ammo.

And check out that head stamp, 278.
It's from the factory in Afghanistan.

What's it doing here?

Have ballistics cross-reference that
ammo with any other 7.62 caliber rounds,

- ...including Soriano�s double.
- What, you think there's a connection?

Soriano can't deal without a hold card.
It might be the murder gun.

We don't have IBIS on the double yet.
Ballistics says sometime next week.

- It's all hands on deck...
- That downtown press case?

- Yes.
- You got to be kidding me.

- Holly, call ballistics,
now.

Tell them it's
the chief of detectives.

Uh...

Chief Callahan calling.
Hold, please.

This is chief Callahan.
Who am I speaking with?

Sergeant Kramer,
where in the hell

is the ballistics report
on voucher number 22673?

It isn't red-flagged?

Have it on my desk by 1600.

Cross-reference with
the Mei-Ling Yeung homicide,

and any other 7.62 caliber rounds
in your index, is that clear?

All right, and Kramer,
copy that pain in my ass,

sergeant Ironside,
in selected crimes.

Very good.

- How's your Eddie Murphy?
- Hey, guys.

- Bob, you got a sec?
- Gary. No, no, no. Come on in.

Termites.

Exterminator's got
to bomb the place,

so Penny decided to head up to
Syracuse, see her mom, which, frankly,

48 hours of my mother-in-law,
I'd rather be fumigated.

In other words,
she threw your ass out again.

She did request I "Diddy Mao"
the premises, with extreme prejudice.

I don't even
want to know why, but...

Why don't you lend us a hand
here for a couple hours first.

- Doing what?
- Could you, uh,

put together a working profile
on the Mei-Ling shooter?

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

Since anti-crime,
you always had a way

of getting inside the heads of the...
the angry ones.

Eh, I didn't have far to go.

That looks like rage to me,
not premeditation. Break it down for me.

I don't know if this is a healthy
place for me to go right now.

G. G, I need you. Come on,
I'm fighting for my murders here.

I need you.

[sighs]
Yeah, yeah, okay.

Listen, you can set up
in the other room, near Ed's office.

[hip-hop music]

Why choose?
I'ma treat both y'all right.

[laughs] I mean, why
not get lucky twice?

- Hey, papi.
- What's up, bro?

They call you "Platano," right?
How come?

Is that 'cause you like
bananas or something?

- No, but they do.
- Oh, that's good.

Showing off for the ladies, huh?
Soriano's number two.

Did he brag to you about
how he terrorized an old woman?

[scoffs] I mean, that's some
real badass stuff right there.

Let me ask you a question.

Soriano get a message to you?

Trash Miss Lillian's place?

Think that vieja stay a mystery
behind that tinted glass?

Or are you dumb enough
to threaten her on your own?

Hey, why you bring that to me? I didn't
lose no bullet, officer Krupke...

[grunting]

Guess what.

Your skin's no thicker
than hers.

Leave her alone.

Manny Alvaro Rivera,
aka "Platano".

Soriano's cousin from the same town
in the D.R.

What's on his sheet?

Shoplifting, smoking weed in the park,
one collar for boosting cars.

Charges dismissed. No weapons violations.
No violent crimes.

What about this? Pulled it out
of Miss Lillian's apartment.

It's got the same 278 head stamp
as the others.

Ballistics from the double. Copper-washed,
steel-jacketed, 7.62 caliber rounds.

The same as Mei-Ling.

Yeah, different riflings.
Different weapons.

The bullets all came from the same place.
Maybe the guns did, too.

And how does Soriano know
who shot Mei-Ling?

We find the gun dealer,
we answer both questions.

Hey, Ed.

This is the connection between uptown
and downtown we've been looking for.

You've been looking for.

Soriano's grandstand play
is gonna boomerang.

We're already closer
on Mei-Ling than

a week's worth of detectives
typing up fives.

I wouldn't run that past the chief,
or take his name in vain again.

- He wasn't too pleased with that.
- I got the report.

- I need more time.
- Mm-mm.

No chance. For the chief... [knock
at door] all roads lead to NYU.

And what about you?

- I'm not the enemy here, Bobby.
- I don't know.

That A.D.A. who's supposed
to cut a deal with Soriano?

I sent him on the scenic route,
all the way up to the 4-5.

With a decent amount of traffic,
that should kill half a day,

But when your time is up,

if you can't close that downtown
murder, we lose 'em all.

Thank you.

- This... this is harassment.
- Detective.

This is Bernard Harris,
aka "Fishbone,"

and this is that Arkansas
toothpick I took off him.

You don't expect me to walk naked
in the streets now, do you?

Gold star, kid. Write him up
for the knife. I'll go at him hard.

- Thanks.
- No, no.

I should thank you
for doin' my work for me.

My uncle, he wasn't perfect.

He had his fair share of faults and
more, but he meant a lot to me.

None of us is ever
just one thing, are we, kid?

My uncle Kenneth
said there were three things

a man could always find
if he looked hard enough.

A woman, a bottle,
or a bullet.

Michael, Daquan, Mei-Ling.

All of them found bullets
from 10,000 miles away.

So, these bullets
all trace back to a batch

that was manufactured exclusively
for Afghan security forces.

How are they getting here?
Is it some inside smuggling operation?

I don't know.
A.T.F. has nothing.

College friend of mine did
a couple of tours in the 'Stan.

- "In the 'Stan"?
- Yeah, Afghanistan.

- C.I.A.
- Yeah, I got that.

Like, a Yalie, boola-boola,
skull and bones type friend?

Well, I could tell you,
but then I'd have to kill you.

- Oh.
- Careful who you kill off.

If she's gone? You might
just wind up riding with me.

Wild goose chase?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I don't know that I can go along

with that kind of
inflammatory language here.

Look, Dave, they told me
he was being moved uptown.

If they rescinded that order...
Come on, am I that guy?

Okay, well, where are you now,
just walking out of the house?

Whenever.
Soriano will still be here.

[grunts]

[sighs]

Ah.

[sighs]

[gunshots]

Hey, what are you up to in here?
You're still on modified.

- Ah, Bobby asked for a favor.
- How's that going?

[sighs] Down some bumpy roads.

Did you tell him that?

When's the last time
you said "no" to him?

I said "no", or he listened?

Look, maybe it's too tough.

You're not ready yet.

[sighs]

It's the easiest thing
in the world.

[siren wails]

[tires screeching]
Let's play, already.

How in the hell
did you make the bricks?

Huh? Huh?

[grunts]

[bottle shatters]

The cops cut me loose, boss,
like I said.

- Say it again.
- The cops cut me loose.

Get up.
[coughs]

- Hey, where's detective Bludso?
- I don't know.

- Who cut this mope loose?
- All right, calm down.

Get him on the phone. Tell him
Bobby Ironside wants to talk to him.

[phone ringing]
Come on. Come on.

[phone ringing]

[sighs] Yeah?

What?

I'm on my way.

[urgent chatter]

Hang in there, Miss Lillian.

Yes, I did, of course I did!

I had patrol cars checking on her.
I-I had sector cars passing by.

10:00, the neighbor heard her go out,
apparently for cat food.

There was two cans found
at the scene.

She got shot coming out
of the bodega.

- There was no witnesses.
- She was our witness!

EMTS said she took a round
through the midsection.

She's lost a ton of blood.

- I'm gonna go pick up Platano.
- For what, suspicion of mopery?

- How do you tie him to the shooting?
- I don't know. We... we go at him.

- We get something!
- You already did that.

We repaired her aorta, but she suffered
cardiac arrest during surgery.

- How long did her heart stop?
- About four minutes.

- We were able to revive her.
- Is she likely?

She's 66 years old,
in critical condition.

I mean, she'll be on a monitor
in I.C.U. on ventilator.

- Beyond that...
- Yeah.

- Thanks, doc.
- Yeah.

I didn't go there to push him.
I was just trying to scare him.

There is a difference between
a strong hand and a heavy hand.

Miss Lillian wasn't budging, So I figured
I'd go at the punk a little bit harder.

- Jack him up a little bit...
- In front of his own people?

If this job was all about
brute force, how in the hell

could I be better at it
in this damn chair?

- She's not gonna make it, is she?
- She's not gone yet!

Now, you stop pissing and moaning,
get your head out of your ass,

and you sit here
and you be her guard dog.

And when I say nobody gets to see her,
I mean nobody. You understand me?

- Yeah.
- What?

Yes, sergeant.

Dave!
Where the hell are you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.

When you shriek like that,
it kind of turns to white noise.

Towed from right in front
of the precinct?

Wow, that is bad luck, yeah.
Uh, what kind of car is it?

[angry shouting over phone]

Okay, okay.
No need to shout, Dave.

Grab a cab, it's on me.
Bring me a receipt.

Is it hard to get a cab
in the south Bronx after dark?

Still?

Dave, you still there?

Rita, do me a favor.

Have the tow yard release assistant
district attorney's Prius, please.

Thank you.

I can handle riding with him.
He was joking, right?

His eyes didn't crinkle up
at the corners when he said it

like they do
when he's laughin'.

When did you see
him laughing?

Don't know. Must have been
when I was riding with him.

- But actual laughter?
- Does that surprise you?

No, I hear you laughing
in my dreams.

Not those kind of dreams.
My nightmares.

What do you got?
A Mei-Ling update?

New area surveillance video
with some electronic enhancement

from the guys at T.A.R.U.

Now, our best timeline says that
one of those men is our shooter.

- The driver looks kind of,
maybe, Middle Eastern.

Yeah... This other guy?
Not so much.

Let's go.

[siren wails]

What is wrong with you?

Her parents are on their way over here
right now to pick up all of her stuff.

I told them that I was gonna
get it ready, and it's not ready yet.

I already told you
everything that I know.

- Time's up.
- Come on, look at the picture.

This is how you honor your
friend's memory, not on Facebook.

Do you see anyone here
that you saw at the club?

Can you point him out to us?

I lied.

Can you point him out to us?

Yeah.

It's worse than that,
isn't it?

You recognized him in the car
that night, didn't you?

And you were too scared
to tell us the truth.

[crying] I'm sorry.

What happened?

He came up to me when
I was in line for the bathroom.

It was too loud to hear me
talking to him over the music,

So he took my photo and I
put my number in his phone.

He knows what I look like.
He can find me at any time.

- Was he the shooter?
- I think so.

I saw him laughing.

I don't understand
how anyone could do that.

I don't understand why.

I don't want to find out...
[cries]

- So I lied.
- Okay.

What can you tell us
about the other guy in the car?

I don't know.

- Are you sure?
- I really don't know.

Okay. Hey...

[phone rings]
Cardiac I.C.U., line four.

Cardiac I.C.U., line four.

Excuse me.

Do patients get take-out?

Intensive care patients?
No way.

Thank you.

Hey, bro.

Where you going with that?

Police!
Don't move!

Hey!
[screams]

He's got a gun!
[screams]

[shouting, screaming]

Stay there! Get down!
Get back!

[grunting, fighting]

[grunts]

Unh!

[grunting]

Come here, come here.
Come here.

Come here!

All right, all right.
Virg, Virg, that's enough.

That's enough.
That's enough.

Give me your hands!

Let's talk
about a downtown murder.

Dave! It's about time, I was beginning
to worry it �about you.

63 bucks. Up yours.

What's that all about?

Good-natured ribbing
between colleagues.

What, he's here now
to cut a deal with Soriano?

Less than eight hours
until the chief's deadline.

[keyboard clicking]

[sniffs]

[printer humming]

You didn't inherit your primo's
natural talent, did you?

Two cracks at an old lady
and you look worse than her.

- I'll have your badge for this.
- Take a number, lightweight.

Why come back to finish off
miss Lillian yourself?

- Why take that risk?
- Abogado.

'Cause he was ashamed of himself.
Isn't that right, Manny?

He was embarrassed because he couldn't
kill an old lady in the street.

- He's no Soriano.
- Nah, it's too bad, too,

because his hit man career
was off to such a promising start.

We have you at the scene.
Mei-ling Yeung.

All you need to tell us, who was
your pal and who pulled the trigger?

- A-bo-ga-do.
- Hey...

You hit on a girl
at a nightclub

and then you slaughter
her roommate an hour later, why?

[ala Law & Order]
Doot-doot.

"In the criminal justice
system..."

All you can do
is call my man, Korman.

You made your share
of mistakes, Manny,

but the one that's really
gonna bite you on the culo

is that you think your cuz,
Soriano, gives a damn about you.

Your O.G., your mentor,
your blood.

See, he didn't need you
to take out our witness.

His whole deal is based
on sellin' you out.

When he gives you up
for Mei-Ling,

the Michael Wade and Daquan Carter
murders are swept under the rug.

Wake up, homey.

You think he's gonna
come visit you upstate?

You trying to play me,
right?

[speaking Spanish]

Hey. Hey! I want to know,
why was fishbone kicked loose?

- Kid, relax.
- Don't tell me to relax!

I busted my ass to get that collar,
and you just gonna let him walk?

Now, come on, come on, come on.
Son, before you make a mistake...

Listen, we talked to him.
He didn't confess.

He ain't gonna confess.
What...

What about the knife?

- No prints.
- Did you run it for DNA?

For a misdemeanor homicide?

What?

[sighs]

Your uncle was a mope,
same as Fishbone.

It was a public service killing and
not worth another hour of my time.

[sighs]

I hope I turn in my shield
before I become so damn useless.

Hey, kid.
[grunts]

Fishbone's day will come.

Bleeding out on another corner,
stuffed in a dumpster,

or stinking up some elevator shaft,
and we won't have to lift a finger.

[sighs]

The chicken joint
is owned by Omar Najibullah.

Emigrated from Afghanistan
sometime in the late '90s.

opened the chicken shack
in 2004.

He sponsors a little league
team, the free birds.

He's got bank accounts here,
in Grand Cayman Island, and in Cyprus.

That's a lot
of drumsticks, right?

He also
has an older brother,

Mohammed, who's a staff sergeant
in the Afghan national security forces.

He's stationed at a base outside of Kabul,
right next to the local munitions factory,

head stamp 278.

Platano's gun and the rounds we got from
the uptown and the downtown murders

all show high traces
of polyunsaturated trans fat.

And that stuff
will kill you.

They've been using cooking oil
from the chicken shack

instead of gun oil
to lubricate their guns.

There's no C.L.P. black market,

and they can't buy ten gallons
without attracting attention.

Then we bring in A.T.F.
They have the expertise we need...

To do what? A classic long-term federal
investigation with C.I.S and wiretaps?

Come on. By then, Soriano
will be living in a McMansion

back in the Dominican Republic,
where we can't touch him.

- I've got less than five hours.
- And not even enough P.C. for a warrant.

But, hey, we got this.

This guy, that's Omar,
in the car with Platano.

He's gonna tell me
what happened.

You have no idea
what you're walking into.

You've got automatic weapons,
military ammo.

Omar gets barricaded in,
you've got yourself a bloodbath.

- Then we call E.S.U.
- No, not without a search warrant.

Copy that, boss.

- Standing down.
- Hey, where are we going?

- Out to breakfast.
- I'm hungry, too.

- Any place you have in mind?
- Yeah, I know a place uptown.

Okay, in that case, get me
a fried egg sandwich on a Keiser

and a coffee, black, and
a foot post in Rosedale

if this goes straight
in the toilet.

2025, 2026, 2027.
[knocking]

Your math skills have come
a long way.

I swear to God, if Omar doesn't
show up soon, I'm gonna cap Teddy.

Surprised that Virgil
knows how to count.

Okay, go!

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

- Police! Don't move!
- Police!

- I have gun in here.
- Who are you?

- Police!
- Drop that weapon!

Real police? And if you aren't,
I kill you all!

Put that weapon on the ground!

I'm gonna count to three
and then I'm gonna light you up!

- I have a gun here!
- I kill you all!

- One! Two!
- Put that weapon on the ground!

Show me your hands!

Slide the weapon to me.

Show me your hands.

- Come on out. Come on out!
- Put your hands on your head.

Face the wall!

Okay, okay, okay.

Ow.
[handcuffs click]

All clear.

What are you doing, huh?

Oh, what do we got here, Omar?

Hope we don't find guns
in there.

Bird in the hand.
Chicken man, down.

Honest mistake, boss.

Can we do business?

Mei-Ling Yeung.

Who?

The girl you and Platano
murdered on 24th Street.

I don't shoot nobody.

I'm the chicken man.

You knowingly sold
illegal guns to killers,

loaded with ammo stolen from
federal stores in Afghanistan.

Now, I can charge you as a
combatant in the war on terror.

You can forget about life
in Supermax.

I could put you on a one-way
plane trip to Guantanamo...

Unless you give me
what I want.

Hey, Gary left this for you.
Said you would know what to do with it.

Ah...

- That's it?

- Got all I need.
- I hope so.

Dave just shook hands
with Korman.

He's on the fifth floor of one Hogan
place right now getting the D.A.

to rubberstamp Soriano�s deal.

- You have maybe an hour to blow it up.
- Got it.

Hey, my man, Omar.
[laughs]

You like girls, Omar?

They like you?
[laughs]

I'm grown man, not pretty boy.

Yeah.

It's got to bother you
sometimes when you know

all the action that Platano
gets with the real girls,

flesh and blood,
while you settle for pin-ups.

I have family. Too old
for texting bitches.

But not too old for strip clubs.
We found all these in your wallet.

We got, uh, flashdancers,
cougar club, pink kitty.

You're not too proud
to pay for it,

But then there you are, in the club,
rollin' with your boys.

You got Soriano and Platano.
Got the bottle service flowing.

They got all the honeys crawlin'
all over them, but poor Omar.

I guess chicken fat
ain't no aphrodisiac.

So, you look around and you find
the one girl who doesn't attract a crowd.

Less competition,
so you make your move.

Turns out, she's
the shyest girl in New York.

Your dumb luck.

She shot you down.

That's just an expression
though, right?

Until you see Platano
get her girlfriend's number.

Now, for him,
it was so easy.

Do you try to hang this on me?
I told you. I'm no shooter.

Come on, Omar.
You want to deal?

Let's deal, baby.

You saw them leave the club
and you followed them.

You're packing heat.

What could be easier
than a little payback?

- No.
- No?

It was Platano's idea.

All his idea, not mine.
His gun, not mine.

He wants to be a killer like his cousin.
He... he tells me to pull up.

He wants to pop his cherry.
That boy's crazy!

Don't leave anything out.

Now, of course, I can't ask you any
questions without counsel present.

Chicken man fronting.

He begged me to take her out.

He got mad guns,
and gave me the iron for free.

I was just gonna scare them.

Look, I wa... I was... I was
just gonna scare them, but I...

But I didn't...

I ain't never blast on full auto
before, you feel me?

Excuse me.
I got a call to make.

And a deal to kill?

[laughs nervously]

Don't come around here
cheating!

[shouting]

[groans]

[chuckles]

Guess I finally made it
to Rockland County.

Welcome back, Miss Lillian.

- What's up?
- Hey.

Thanks for crackin' Platano,
partner.

- You showed me how to go at him.
- [laughs] Spare me.

We both know you need my help
like you need hemorrhoids.

What?

- Ease me back in.
- Throw me a few bones.

Get me thinking I'm good to go
in the street again.

- I know what you're doing.
- If that was my game...

And I'm not saying it was...

If it was...

Why not?

Why do you think
I'm sleeping on your couch?

'Cause I'm
a functioning husband?

You know, you bring me water
instead of a beer

'cause you know one drink
could throw me off,

But you bring me
those files...?

You gonna compare going back
to work with falling off the wagon?

You don't get it!

I don't want to pick up
another file

because I don't want
to pick up a gun

because I don't want
to pick up a drink.

And I don't want to see you turn into
a giant jellyfish the rest of your life.

Maybe you need to go
on Craigslist

and go find yourself
a nice security guard job,

or go on down to Coney Island
and sell hotdogs.

What do you want, Gary?

I just want a place
to sleep.

Is that still okay?

[sighs]

Sure.
Of course, it's...

Of course, man.

Thank you.

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