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♪ ♪

[Sounds of alarms and sirens]

[Police Radio] Be advised we have reports of fire

and looting in the following areas:

East New York, Brownsville...

Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, East Flatbush.

Crown Heights, Greenpoint...

Borough Park, Hunts Point, Mott Haven...

Soundview, Morrisania, Parkchester...

Tremont, Fordham, Hollis, Jamaica Estates and Hillcrest.

[Radio announcer] It is now the third day of riots in New York City

and the surrounding areas following

the widely circulated video depicting the shooting

of notorious gangsta rap star MC Cancer

at the hands of NYC'’s Criminal Anti-Crime Bureau or CAB.

MC Cancer -- whose real name was Sean Wilkes --

took part in the brutal slaying of CAB officer Aubrey Bright[Cell phone rings]

but Bright'’s murder -- which was captured on security video,

released by police,

was overshadowed by cell phone video

of police officers gunning down Wilkes in a fire fight

where a record 119 rounds were fired by officers.

Further stoking outrage was a leaked dashcam video of

police, instead of immediately taking Mr. Fenn into custody,Okay.

proceeded to tase Mr. Fenn in the genital region

for an excruciating twenty-two minutes.

The figures 119 and 22 have since become a rallying cry

against perceived police brutality.

Help me! Please!

Have you been assaulted or raped?

No!

Do you need medical attention?

No! Jesus! I just want to go home!

Okay. Get in, get in, get in, get in.

What are you doing out here?

I got off on the wrong subway stop and then

when I tried to get back on they shut the trains down.

And I don'’t know... I started getting chased.

And I'’ve been running ever since...

What'’s your name?

Sofia.

Sofia. I'’m Officer Santiago.

I'’m going to help you. Where do you live?

Upper West Side. Manhattan.

Okay... I'’m gonna keep you safe.

This is Officer Santiago. Manhattan North. Traffic.

I need an update on the white zone, Upper West Side?

[Police radio] Roger, Officer Santiago.

The white zone has no new incidents

since our last reporting.

It'’s quiet tonight, so far.

Copy, Dispatch.

I'’m posted to Inwood and cannot leave.

Any chance you can spare a unit

to relocate a stray to the Upper West Side

who got caught on the wrong side of the barrier?

[Police radio] Stretched pretty thin, Officer Santiago.

We will send someone over to you when we can.

Will advise.

Copy. Out.

You'’re going to have to stay with me a little bit

until they send a unit to escort you.

None of the trains and buses are running.

How bad is it out here?

We won'’t know until it's over.

[Crowd noise]

I'’m looking for a box or case for this.

Something elegant in a nice shade of red.

Aren'’t you the naughty one?

Guilty.

I think I have just the thing. Follow me.

[Hollow bell sound]

[Sound of people arguing]

♪ ♪

Skinny?

Is he married?

Is he gay?

Two detectives.

Then give us some clues.

Not today.

Have you at least shot anyone yet?

[Laughs]

Tell us a real cop story.

Yeah, come on, Sixto. It'’s interesting to us.

All we do is sit in a classroom,

you'’re actually out there in the field.

I'’m just earning course credits.

That'’s it.

Exactly. Boring.

Yeah, tell us about the mystery man?

You'’re in a car with him for hours.

Then do some detecting.

There must be something.

Yeah.

When do I get to meet the Narc Sharks?

Yeah, coffee break'’s over.

You see what you did?

Ladies.

If you don'’t want to tell me now, you can text me later.

You know you want to.

Ouch!

[Laughing]

I'’m going to get him.

Keep dreaming.

I am. You watch.

And when I do,

I'’m gonna hurt him for playing so hard to get.

You'’re so bad.

[Sound of hollow bells]

[Door opens]

He'’s ready for you, Reni.

[TV sound]

Rough night?

[TV sound] It'’s both nutritious and cost effective.

And when you get right down to it,

there'’s nothing be ashamed of.

We do what we have to.

We all do what we have to do.

And that'’s what I'm getting at here.

So let'’s just jump right in, shall we?

[Woman continues to talk on TV]

[Man yelling in other room]

You can spread on a nice piece of melba toast,

a little cracker, maybe even a tortilla.

[Door opens]

Love what you'’ve done with the place.

Same as always.

[sound of money counting machine]

[sound of money counting machine]

Right on the money, as usual.

Magic.

I have something for you.

I remember you wanting a pair of these once.

Harder to come by since they went bankrupt.

Thank you.

Brown is your color, correct?

Yes, appreciate it.

Keep earning. That'’s how you can show your appreciation.

How did you know my...

...size?

[cell phone rings]

[Knock at door]

Enter.

Captain.

Detective.

Doesn'’t it bother you that all they do

is play the video and never once mention Aubrey?

Honestly? I like watching that mother fucker all lit up.

Fenn and that idiot rapper, MC Cancer, they shot Aubrey

ten fucking times after he was beaten and unconscious,

then by way of self-congratulations

Fenn decided to show the world his little dick,

before he splattered Aubrey'’s guts all over the parking lot

with his car on his way to his next DUI.

Then, after Cancer got his,

Fenn wrapping his SUV around a lamppost,

and decides to re-enact the OK Corral on a crowded street

only to run out of ammo

and give us a reprise of his little dick show.

The back-up team which Fenn was shooting at,

decide to play catch up using non-lethal force.

Which was impressive restraint if you ask me.

Whether it was right or not, Fenn was brought in alive,

and some of Aubrey'’s remains will never be recovered.

So let people judge based on their programming.

Me? If I gotta eat shit for that small dick scumbag,

I'’m gonna enjoy it, so I enjoy that 22 minute look

on that motherfucker'’s face.

Puts a smile all over mine.

How'’s your Homicide?

The guys name was Eyad Fouad.

Egyptian.

Age 25. Was here on a legal work visa.

No family in this country.

Lives alone as far as I can tell so

I couldn'’t do a notification.

Still trying to call his family back in Egypt.

Canvassed Dominick Street. No one saw anything.

Yeah, no one will.

He was tortured. Burned bad.

No signs of struggle on the scene

So I'’m thinking he was tortured and

murdered somewhere else by jamming a screwdriver

through his eyeball and then dumped on Dominick street.

I don'’t have a coroner'’s report yet...

Don'’t hold your breath.

The killer thought it was cute to attach

Eyad'’s Hack License to his face.

Eyad must have seen it coming and put his hand up

defensively as his hand became a permanent part of the equation.

Screwdriver through hack license, through hand,

through eyeball, into brain.

Some poems write themselves.

His medallion was found on his chest.

Why would someone go to all the trouble of taking that off?

It'’s weird.

Specific.

Thoughts?

I'’m thinking someone was trying to make a point

about Eyad being a cab driver.

Maybe it has to do with cabs?

That all?

A name and number on a piece of paper found in Eyad'’s pocket.

Number'’s no longer in service.

Phone was a burner.

Running a check to see where it was purchased.

Name by the number was Arun.

A-r-u-n.

Arun.

That'’s all I got.

Alright, keep me posted.

Something else?

I just... I wanted to...

Doesn'’t this get old?

What are you talking about?

Coming in here asking the same questions?

Making the same complaints?

Is that what I'’m about to do?

He likes you, you know?

Bullshit.

You don'’t bother him, anyway.

Nothing bothers him.

Is that'’s a problem?

Everything about More is a problem.

Look, I can'’t hold your hand here.

All my COMSTAT reports redefine the word "grim."

I'’m dealing with a new local hobby called "mad dogging"

and a new charge called EAR

which stands for entering, assault and rape.

Cute, right?

And before you have a chance to get creative,

the top brass is trying to squelch any colloquial

description of this charge as "EAR-gasms"

or "taking it in the EAR"

which is what I'’m fucking doing

as we fucking speak right fucking now.

So, what would hopefully fucking be the last time,

do you want this fucking assignment,

i.e. advancement -- or not?

Why did you say, "not cops" the other day?

You fucking talking about?

We almost had a firefight in here.

More took out both Narc Sharks in about three seconds,

we'’re still trying to find their gun parts all over the station.

And you said, "Not cops."

I fucking did not.

You fucking well did.

You misinterpreted.

You made it sound like More wasn'’t a cop,

like you had to make that distinction to him,

"Not cops." That'’s how you made it sound.

You making it sound like I made a mistake

bringing you into C-A-B.

Or have I misinterpreted?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, what?

Yes sir, you misinterpreted.

Good. Because you can wear a dress

and fill my office with whines and sniffles

or you can be a good puppy

and follow in the paw prints of legions of NYPD

salty dogs who came before you, like Joseph Petrosino.

Who?

Get the fuck out of my office.

[Sirens]

Did you follow my instructions?

Is it absolutely necessary?

Did you take them or not?

Yeah. I did. Relax.

Relaxation is a luxury I don'’t have.

From now on, these are the precautions

you take whenever you do anything related to me. Le Yef?

You take these precautions.

The brothel? Precautions.

You want to see me personally?

Precautions.

Tell me you understand.

Yeah, I understand.

Do you?

Yeah, but I just don'’t think...

What you think is not important

when it involves matters of security.

reza, you'’re starting to scare me here.

Consider yourself lucky if scared is all you are.

Timeline.

Everything'’s on track.

It will be seamless?

It will be exactly as discussed.

What if I need things to go faster?

It'’s important not to rush things.

Faster.

Reza, you'’re doning fine.

You'’ve grown the boss man's market share in the city.

Your shop is the perfect sink.

I wouldn'’t think of what you'’re doing

is exactly stealing his money.

No? No.

You'’re segregating and obfuscating,

we'’re recirculating and investing.

But slow and steady, my man.

The faster I go, the harder it is for me

to deploy your money as legitimate capital.

And that'’s the end game.

We'’re growing something special here in you and I,

just let me continue to shepherd that.

You'’re a shepherd?

Think of me as your above ground analogue.

Just find a way for it to go faster.

I'’ll try.

Reza, the True Apothecary Fund looks forward

to a long and prosperous relationship with you.

We'’re in this for the long haul.

In the meantime, you gotta have a little faith.

Everything is gonna be fine.

Just make sure you take all the precautions.

I will.

You switch cabs. You take the subway.

You never go from work to any

location that has any connection to me.

You have my word.

I'’d rather have faith.

[Sirens]

What'’s the big emergency?

I got a date.

Renny, Eyad'’s dead.

What?

I just got the text from central.

Police found a body the other night

and they just got DNA identification.

They gave Eyad'’s name and license number.

They said it looks like torture may have been involved.

Shit.

Renny, yaar,

I'’m thinking...

Is this Reza? Are we next, man?

No, just chill out.

Smoke some dope, listen to some Portishead.

In the meantime, take me to The Oui.

Are you still going on your date?

Hell yeah. Trust me, it'’ll be fine.

I'’m sure this has nothing to do with you or me.

♪ ♪

Call me later.

I will. Breathe, Arun. Just breathe.

Yeah, okay, but Renny, just don'’t forget to call.

[Beeping sound]

I missed you.

Me too.

You'’re surprised by that?

No... I'’m just...

it'’s been a long time since someone'’s missed me.

Forgot how that felt.

Where should we start?

I'’ve never been to The Oui.

I am in your hands.

I like the sound of that.

This is Detective Santiago from CAB Group One.

Just checking on that burner.

Yeah, right. Look, I'’m pretty backed up here.

Do you have any idea when --

You'’ll know when I know.

Can you at least give me an estimate.

[Sound of dial tone]

Hello, hello...

[Dialing sound]

Lieutenant Simpson, ESU.

This is Detective Santiago, CAB Group One.

So?

I'’m trying to get some information

on a Detective More.

Who?

More. Detective More.

Detective-Specialist More?

The new sniper guy?

You have more than one?

We have snipers, and we have sniper instructors.

It depends on the course to be given.

Which one are you teaching him?

We'’re not.

What do you mean?

He'’s teaching us.

Hold on, hold on, you'’re saying Detective Specialist More

is giving sniper instruction to ESU?

Who is this again?

Detective Santiago, CAB Group One.

Right, right, right. Look, nothing personal, Santiago,

but if they don'’t tell you who you'’re working with over at CAB,

why the fuck should I?

I'’m just trying to get some information on this...

Hello, hello, hey, hey...

[Sound of dial tone]

Coño!

Hi. Let'’s do it.

After several months of investigation,

one thing is clear.

During the second night of last years'’ so called CAB Riots,

a known drug dealer named Enrique Diaz

was found burned to death inside Sampson Liquors

at 144 Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn.

Autopsy reports revealing that at some point

Mr. Diaz was bound by his hands and legs.

What he was doing in Brooklyn when it has been well documented

he rarely left his neighborhood in the South Bronx is unknown.

Also an unknown is how the individuals

Kevin Simms AKA Detective Peter Liesl

and Emmanuel Rabinowitz AKA Detective Nick Turse,

came upon the information leading to the discovery

and seizure of Diaz'’s entire operating facility in the Bronx

as the two have cited

protection for their Confidential Informants.

Here'’s what we do know.

Both Liesl and Turse had been pursuing Mr. Diaz

for some time and individual reporting has proven

that this pursuit was often times contentious.

We also know that Liesl and Turse were assigned and

reported to be seen in the area of Brooklyn known as Flatbush,

tasked with, among other things, protecting places of business,

Sampson Liquors being one of them.

We also know that Liesl and Turse left their post

in Brooklyn to find and bust Mr. Diaz'’s facility.

We have constructed a timeline based on eyewitness testimony

that places Liesl and Turse at the scene

of Mr. Diaz'’s disappearance and the same eye-witness testimony

placing Liesl and Turse later

at the site of Mr. Diaz'’s drug facility.

It is the determination of this investigation

that Liesl and Turse traveled to the Bronx

where they kidnapped Mr. Diaz,

and brought him to Sampson Liquors in Brooklyn

where they tortured him until he revealed the location

of his drug facility.

After receiving this information they then,

using the riots as a grand cover,

set Mr. Diaz on fire...

then traveled back to the Bronx to "break the case."

Do you have anything to say in response to that?

My clients reserve the right to remain silent at this time.

Although I will say, this whole theory you'’re presenting...

Liesl.

Shut up, suit, he'’s talking.

As I was saying,

your theory about us driving all over during the riots

all sounds like a solid theory but the truth is,

we'’re under extremely tight gas rations

which we have to pay for ourselves,

we simply couldn'’t afford it.

Ask our captain.

Yeah, ask McKeutchen.

That'’s enough.

Just saying.

Do you have an official response to these charges?

Official? No. Not official.

As all of our evidence is circumstantial in nature,

most of what we would consider "hard evidence"

was conveniently destroyed in the fire at the liquor store

and the general chaos of the riot itself,

so we have no actionable proof.

Therefore, while I still believe the two of your are guilty,

Guilty as fuck.

I have no choice but to dismiss this case for lack of evidence.

Tough one. Tsk. Tsk.

Eat shit.

Only if it'’s gluten-free.

Nice try, Griggs. Sorry it didn'’t pan out.

Fuck you.

I don'’t know who the fuck I'’m kidding here.

The department can'’t afford not

to have cops on the streets right now.

Even if I did nail their slimy asses to the wall

we'’d all just be as fucked as we are now.

I'’ll keep an eye on them. Try and keep '’em honest.

And who guards the guards, McKeutchen?

Those that can afford it.

So, I might grab a quick drink after work,

before I head out to dinner with my family.

Interested?

It'’s good place a lot of the other cops go to,

wind down before going home.

Where'’s... where's home for you?

In the city?

Quite a lot of carnage must have been wreaked with all this.

I can only imagine.

There'’s something I should tell you.

That woman, LA. She'’s reached out to me.

How is that even possible?

How could she have gotten your number?

I don'’t know. But somehow she got it and she called me.

What did she want?

She said she wanted me to come work for her at the next Le Yef.

She said she thought I might make an excellent Staff Girl.

Unbelievable.

She also said something about branching out,

trademarking the Staff Girls?

I don'’t know, I was just so thrown.

LA will do that.

Look, I don'’t want to get you in any kind of trouble

but I'’m not sure I'm comfortable working as one of her girls,

I mean, are they escorts or hookers or what?

Not at all.

She doesn'’t deal in that.

Strictly for appearances.

Staff Girls are spectacle not sex.

They'’re just there to make the party look more attractive,

a place you'’d want to go to and stay at.

They'’re not sex, just the promise of it.

Okay.

Although, you know, it wouldn'’t be a terrible job.

What'’s that?

Working for LA.

She makes me nervous.

She'’s harmless, really.

And, like I said, it'’s absolutely not prostitution.

It just seems a little crazy.

You have to do what makes you comfortable.

I guess what I'’m saying is, if you decided to do it,

I wouldn'’t have an issue with it.

You want me to take the job?

I want you to be happy.

I could use the money.

Whatever you want I'’m fine with it.

And I'’ll tell you something else.

If LA is looking to trademark,

I can put a call into ROUND OFF.

I could get you and the Staff Girls

into a high-end fashion shoot.

It would be good, legal money.

You would do that?

If that'’s what you want.

Shut the fucking door.

[Dials phone] [Phone rings]

[Phone rings]

DiBiasi. How are you, you old whore?

Oh I'’m fine, you slick Mick cocksucker.

Still drinking yourself to death?

You know me, I'’m a sucker for happy endings.

You still smoking yourself into an iron lung?

God willing.

Don'’t bring that motherless fuck into this.

Apologies. I hate offending the offensive.

And how are things in the rarified air at OCID?

Oh, things are fine.

Creature comforts are so hard to complain about.

Did you cut your hair

or you still trying to "find yourself."

Regulations being what they are,

I thought I'’d keep looking.

How can I help you, my lady?

No help needed, kind sir.

I just thought I'’d reach out to you and see

how things are doing in the slums of C-A-B.

Things are what they are.

And the speaks?

How are they?

'’Twere ever thus.

And that'’s a good thing?

Depends.

On?

Who'’s really asking.

It'’s been real.

Fuck!

Fuck are we doing here?

There'’s no action at any of the bars right now.

I figured we do some fishing.

Yeah, but this is Saltire'’s place.

So what?

Saltire'’s "flesh."

We'’re not going to find any drug action here.

Sometimes you cast a big net.

This neighborhood looks like it took a dump and died.

How do you know she still lives here?

She'’s here.

You just want her to beat on you.

Yeah, and?

♪ ♪

Come with me.

Where are you taking me?

You'’ll see.

Is this for me?

Just little something from Jimmyjane.

[Buzzing sound]

[Moaning]

Mi pobrecito. What are we going to do about you?

[Laughing]

Crime is through the roof, Sixto.

Aren'’t you doing anything about it?

You got to start cracking some fucking heads.

Maybe if you were cracking some heads she'’d be here.

I feel like I'’m the odd man out.

In the first place, I don'’t even know why I was brought to CAB.

Don'’t get me wrong, Dad.

That'’s what I always wanted.

You'’re an investigator.

Do what you'’re supposed to do.

Take me straight to paradise.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Good evening, Mr. Shewkesbury.

Your usual?

Nothing usual about it, I hope.

Right this way.

This is bullshit.

Where else do you want to go?

Not the point.

What is?

We'’ve been here for hours.

It'’s dark, enough already.

Let'’s get back to the bars

and pick up some fucking credits already.

I'’m taking a piss.

And then we are leaving.

Hold up.

Fucking hands, you piece of shit.

Hello, beautiful.

I'’ll fucking piss in this car.

Go ahead. It'’ll smell better.

You prick.

Commissioner. I understand.

Yes, yes, "ear-gasm". I get it -- very clever.

No I'’m not making light of this.

I'’m not making light of anything.

Sir, the situation,

the gravity of the situation is not lost on me.

Sir, may I --

Sir, may, I make --

Yeah, I'’m watching the news.

The news is on as we speak.

This is not the totality of the coverage.

Have you been reading

Ronney Radiant'’s coverage of the anniversary.

Yeah, I understand print is...

we'’re not alone is all I'’m saying.

We'’re making progress, Commissioner.

This is happening.

Don'’t worry, we will--

Sir? Hello?

Now what?

We wait.

Saltire isn'’t known to work offsite.

So?

So, for all we know, she'’s visiting her grandmother.

Then she'’ll come out with brownies, won'’t she?

Even if it'’s something, it'’s nothing to us.

It'’s fucking "flesh" if it'’s anything.

You'’re really fucking pissing me off today.

Good. It makes me happy.

[Beep]

[Answering machine] You have two new messages. First message.

[Beep] Renny, Pick up, I wanna, I wanna talk about it,

I wanna talk about, pick up, ahh, fuck it.

[Beep] End of message. Next message.

[Beep] Hey Renny, it'’s Marty.

Look forward to seeing you this week.

Just a heads up, I just got a call from

a very drunk Johnny Retch

who had some concerns about the shoot.

I told him not to bother you but, he'’s in rare form.

So, yeah. Heads up.

[Beep] End of messages. You have no new messages.

This is how it happens.

Good evening.

Well, that'’s something.

What do you know.

How many times has that cab dropped someone off?

My count is five.

Awfully nice part of town.

Quite a lot of traffic.

Yup.

We should write down the cab'’s dome light.

Already got it.

Okay, that was worth it.

Told you.

I stand fucking corrected.

No you sit fucking corrected.

Let'’s hit the bars.

Eyad.

It only gets worse from here, I'’m afraid.

Explain.

I can'’t.

How could he have deserved this?

It'’s not about what one deserves.

Then what is it about?

It'’s about time, dear Renny.

Time to know where you stand.

Is that what Eyad did?

I can'’t speak to that.

Is this Reza?

I can'’t speak to that, either.

What can you speak to?

What we spoke of before.

You told me volume was a concern.

Not loyalty.

And so it is.

Your joint venture? That'’s what this is about?

Stop chasing down what this is about

and just get on the right side of it.

Is that what Eyad did? Get on the right side of it?

I hardly think that'’s true, all things considered.

Which is why I'’m inviting you in, Renny.

Into where and how do I know that'’s the right side?

Because I'’m telling you it is.

Look, I hate to be so dramatic and say,"last chance"

but this ship is beginning to sail.

Already sailed for Eyad.

Don'’t be so sentimental.

Okay, what'’s done is done.

Here we are.

My hand is outstretched to you.

Call me sentimental but I'’m thinking

your ship should sail without me.

So you'’re "Staying the curse," then?

I think you mean "course."

I know exactly what I mean.

I'’m just starting to think it doesn'’t pay

to choose sides right now.

All things considered.

[Dialing phone]

[Phone ringing]

It'’s me. I know.

I know I'’m not supposed to...

I wouldn'’t call if it wasn'’t important.

We need to talk. Okay. Call me.

Okay, well, I'’m going to head back to the station.

Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?

Right.

This motherfucker!

Fucking More!

So much for my partner.

Will CAB even survive this?

If it does, that'’s still where we'’ll put you.

If CAB survives, tell McKeutchen I want that guy from Traffic.

Why the hell would you want him?

I like how he handles himself.

He doesn'’t know anything.

He knows enough.

He'’s here.

I know.

How is that even possible?

Find out.

♪ ♪