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You see what happened over here?

- I was watchin' the game.
- You didn't see anybody with a gun?

- Nope.
- Look back over there.

There was a lot of people
who got shot here.

You sure you didn't see anything?

When they started shootin',
everybody started runnin'.

Sergeant. Get these people
out of my crime scene, all right?

I don't wanna see any cameras
around here. This thing was a disaster

- waitin' to happen.
- Oh, yeah.

There should have been
a police presence here.

The job should've known that.

Stand over there
and wait until I come back.

Come on. Clear this area.

Um... This big rush of people
came running into the street,

and so I... ...hit the brakes.

And we heard gunshots,
and then Eileen started screaming.

And I looked over,
and she was bleeding.

- Did you see anybody holding a gun?
- No.

Just people running at us like maniacs.

- Did you see who shot you?
- Shots were goin' off all over the place.

- What set this off?
- I don't know, man.

What set this off?

Yo, we were into the game.
We don't know what the hell went on.

- Hey, do I know you? What's your name?
- Zack Swanson.

Played for North Carolina State
between '79 and '83.

I tried out two seasons straight
for the Bullets.

Man, that's impressive.
You got some real great talent out here.

Listen guys, how much you get paid
for a game like this?

- Two hundred a piece?
- "Get paid"?

Yeah, get paid. You know, like, uh,
this drug dealer versus that drug dealer.

Put together a good, strong game,
a nice neighborhood event.

Maybe even an opportunity for wagering.

I mean, who's to figure violence
would break out, right?

Hey, look. We were just ballin'.
I don't know what you talkin' about.

You know what? Why don't we take 'em
down to the station house?

We'll... we'll hear more
about their college playin' careers.

- Yeah, let's do that, come on.
- That all right with you guys?

- Come on!
- NC State, right?

Back behind the line.

- Run it for me.
- We got two dead shot at close range,

seven wounded by gunfire.

Three more seriously injured
by trampling after the shooting began.

We got shell casings
all over the court here

from at least five different shooters.

- Any idea how it started?
- Somebody missed a layup?

Somebody told us that there were, like,
200 people here watchin' the game.

Most of them gone
by the time we got here.

The ones we talked to said
they didn't see no guns.

It's drug related in some kinda way.
This scumbag here

I arrested myself last year.
He had a shopping bag full of crack.

- You find Kwasi Olushola?
- Nah. Booked.

Why should he hang around? All he did
was bring the brothers together, right?

- You got something useful to add, Andy?
- It's just, I'm wonderin', Lieutenant.

- I wasn't privy to any negotiations...
- That's right. You weren't.

But I'm havin' a hard time seein'
how the precinct gets

talked out of policin' this.

That decision was made.
We need to focus now on the job at hand.

- So, uh, we'll find Kwasi.
- Yeah. Find Kwasi.

Yeah, let's talk to Kwasi.

You really got your hand on the pulse
of the streets, Lieutenant.

I wanna hear again why we should have
stayed away from this game,

how a police presence might inflame
a bad situation.

I turned out wrong.

I know the same recommendation
came from a lot of other places,

like Community Relations,
and so forth.

like Community Relations,
and so forth.

But Arthur, you're the one I trusted.

You said this brother Kwasi had
everyone's respect in those projects.

I also named three other public gatherings
where he was a go-between.

The department kept its distance
and everything went right.

But this one didn't, did it, Arthur?

You know what's waitin' for us
down at One Police Plaza?

I got a pretty good idea.

They're lookin' to hang
a bull's-eye on somebody.

It was my recommendation.

Arthur...

the information at hand,
I absolutely understand your thinking.

The game's a memorial to a kid who dies
in police custody.

Anticop sentiment running high
in the neighborhood...

I'll let 'em know it was me.

Arthur, you take this hit
and I'll make it right with you

down the line.
You know my word's good on that.

- We do it now?
- Yeah. I think we oughta go.

We got somethin', Lieu. Inspector.

- Good news, Detective?
- Possibly.

- I'll meet you down there.
- Yeah, all right.

- What's up?
- Liquor store owner two blocks

from the basketball court recognized
the guy running past his place,

at the time of the shoot-out.

Looked like he was holding a gun.
Street name's Bo-Bo.

That's the first witness puttin' a gun
in somebody's hand?

Yeah. I came back
and I checked with Narcotics.

The guy works for a Petey Green,
dealing out of the projects on Avenue D.

- Green was one of the game's backers.
- Yeah. He sponsored one of the teams.

And the other dealer, Charlton Moody,
backed the other one.

- Narcotics gave me Bo-Bo Thomas' address.
- Okay, get Bobby and Andy,

- and pick him up.
- They're lookin' for that activist Kwasi,

at the hospital. We got a tip
that he was seein' someone there.

Okay, get backup from anti-crime.

- I'll be at One Police Plaza.
- All right, Lieutenant.

Boss is lookin' to pin this mess on you?

Go get your guy.

This Kwasi's got some set of balls.
Visits people he put in the hospital.

The guy funds some good community
programs, Andy.

- Off drug money.
- You know that for a fact?

- I heard it was city grants.
- This was a drug dealers' basketball game.

These guys are whackin'
each other two a day.

They start throwin' bullets at the game
when we're in Hoboken

'cause this hump tells Fancy
everything will be mellow.

There's Kwasi.

You better deal with this jerk.

Given history,
do not rule out the possibility

the first shot came
from an agent provocateur.

Workin' for who?

- Who stands to benefit from this?
- Kwasi Olushola? Detective Simone.

- We gotta talk to you.
- May I please finish

my conversation first?

You organized an event
where several homicides took place.

Whatever you got to say,
you need to be tellin' us.

- I don't need to be tellin' you anything.
- We're hearin' that a lot, Kwasi.

You tellin' witnesses not to cooperate?

Black folk do not need me to tell them
not to talk to the police. Believe that.

- You a reporter?
- Yeah. Dave Bloom. Village View.

Oh, the Village View, huh?
You were at this basketball game?

- Yeah. I'm doin' a story on it.
- What'd you see?

Uh...

- I'm a reporter, you know?
- Yeah, and I'm a detective.

And you got somebody else's blood
and brain matter on your clothes.

So, I'm guessin'
you were pretty close to the action,

and I wanna know what you saw.

Do you abolish
the First Amendment, Detective?

Look, our only purpose here
is to find out who shot who.

- So, you can pin a medal on 'em.
- You shut up.

Instead of First Amendment,
you oughta start worrying

how whoever's responsible for that
might come lookin' to hit witnesses.

You people wanted this to happen.

The cops resented this game
from the outset.

'Cause it was in memory
of a young, Black man murdered by police.

- All right, Kwasi, calm down.
- That kid died from some kind of seizure.

He was murdered,
and the racist NYPD covered it up!

- Let's tell it at the station house.
- Hey! Am I charged with a crime?

- Hey, don't be flailin' your arms around.
- I don't have to go anywhere with you.

You dealin' with that one nigger in a 1000
who knows what you can and cannot do.

I'm dealin' with the nigger
whose big mouth is responsible...

- for this massacre.
- Shut up, Andy.

- Back off! Hey! Back off!
- Now I know you're nuts!

Come here!

- Oh, yeah, go ahead. Go ahead and cuff me.
- That's right.

See, you made a bad choice there, Kwasi,
'cause now you are a collar.

Weak! Typical...
Typical police move!

Uh... Hey, wait up a minute. I...
You use that word often, Detective?

- Hold that elevator, please.
- Well, do you, Detective?

We have got a prisoner on this elevator.
You are not gettin' on.

No, I'm just curious.
Are you a racist, Detective?

- Do you use the word "nigger" often?
- Back off.

Kiss my ass,
you smart-mouthed little punk.

Fool wants to know
if your partner's a racist.

When he figures that out, he's gonna work

- on how babies get here.
- All right, shut up, Kwasi.

Black people shootin' each other,
me in handcuffs.

So this day just keeps gettin'
better and better for you.

I'm doin' my job, Kwasi.

Plus, you know, a white girl was shot too.

Her only mistake was bein'
in a car on Houston Street

when your lowlife homies
decided to act their color.

You racist son of a bitch.

I knew you were stone-cold racist
the minute I laid eyes on you.

You're gonna make me bust out crying,
you keep calling me that.

Come on, come on. Let's go, Kwasi.

I wanna see Arthur Fancy.

Remember we called ahead, Kwasi?
He's not available just now.

Yeah, just now, he's at One Police Plaza
gettin' reamed by his bosses...

for takin' your word
that ball game was gonna come off

like one of them
happy sneaker commercials.

You guys can get as busy as you want,

but I'm not talkin'
till Arthur Fancy gets here.

If I was lookin'
to get busy on you, Kwasi,

that would've happened before.

You gonna behave yourself
if I take these cuffs off?

I wanna make a phone call.
I wanna talk to my daughter.

What's her number?

- You don't get my daughter's number.
- Oh, this guy's a gem.

Wait a minute, Kwasi.
You just asked to use the phone.

Now, once we know that it's your daughter
and not one of your runnin' buddies,

- then we'll be straight.
- You don't get the number.

Then you don't get the phone call.

When Fancy gets here, send him in.

Next time I lay eyes on that hump,
I got relocation plans for this phone.

Hey. You collar Brother Kwasi?

Not for the case.
Disorderly and resisting.

How'd you do on those gunshot victims?

- Nobody saw anything.
- Nobody wants to say.

We grabbed up a guy named Bo-Bo Thomas.

Liquor store owner saw him running
from the scene with a gun.

- Where do you have him?
- Two. Here's my notes.

- Thanks, Adrianne.
- Guy's got a great personality.

Bo-Bo, my man. What's happenin'?

- How long I gotta be here?
- What?

How long I gotta be here?

You answer a few questions
and you could be on your way.

Cool.

Hell of a thing what happened today, huh?

- Yeah, I don't know nothin' about that.
- Oh, you were at the game.

- Yeah, I was at the game.
- Speak up, Bo-Bo.

I was at the game.

So, what'd you do
when the shooting started?

I ran.

- You ran with your gun out?
- I ain't got no gun.

- Somebody saw you with a gun.
- Oh, yeah? Who?

You were running with a gun in your hand,
and that's been established, all right.

Now, what you got to do is explain why.

Shots being fired every which way.

Makes sense
that you'd wanna protect yourself.

I ain't got no gun.

You knew Lorenzo Gaines, didn't you?

- Say Lorenzo Gaines?
- Yeah. Lorenzo Gaines.

You know, the guy that somebody shot
point-blank in the face,

in the middle of all this excitement.

- You knew him, right?
- Mm-mm.

- No?
- Mm-mm.

He used to sling dope
out of the Avenue D projects.

You sling dope
out of the Avenue D projects...

I don't sling no dope.

- Oh, you don't?
- Mm-mm.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, Bo-Bo.
You know, 'cause slingin' dope,

that's a dangerous career path

and after gettin' to know you
a little bit here, I... I...

I can't take the thought of seein' you
windin' up like poor Lorenzo.

- What's so funny?
- Both y'all.

- Your facts ain't too straight. That's it.
- No? In what way?

Lorenzo Gaines, ain't no dealer.

No, not now, Bo-Bo, 'cause he's dead.
But I had the pleasure

of arrestin' that scumbag myself
with the crack in his pocket.

- Not last year. He was out the game.
- Okay, so 13 months ago.

See, but I thought you didn't know
any Lorenzo Gaines, Bo-Bo.

I just seen him around the projects.

- And he quit sellin' dope?
- Yeah. Too much drama.

So, why do you think he got shot
in the face today?

Just his time to go, I guess.

You know, y'all, uh,
ain't gonna arrest me.

- I wanna go.
- No, no, no, no, no.

See, you gotta walk us through it
one more time, Bo-Bo.

Yeah. Make up some interestin' fib

why you weren't packin', hmm?

And well, that was the worst of it,
Arthur. I won't let it get to paperwork.

- Yeah, all right.
- Just keep your head down.

Don't look to these guys
for any favors the next few months.

- I don't expect favors from chiefs.
- From me, you get today back times ten.

I know you could've looked
to spread the blame,

and I won't forget you for standing up.

You wanna see where we are?

No. I better keep an eye
on the puzzle palace.

Arthur, I want you to jump on this,
work the hell out of it, clear it,

and rub their noses in it.

- Hmm?
- Yeah. All right.

All right.

Yeah. I will give him the message.

- I'm back, Donna.
- Right... Hold up. Lieutenant.

- Yeah?
- Desk sergeant said a reporter

just came in claiming
that Detectives Simone

and Sipowicz have one of his notebooks.

What's the story, Sergeant?

Okay, I appreciate the phone call.
Thank you.

Hey. We just got an anonymous tip.
Charlton Moody's one of the shooters.

He's at Grey's Funeral Home
with a couple bodyguards.

Well, let's go get him.

I bet he gets a volume deal
with the mortuaries.

- How's it goin', Lieu?
- My office.

We just got a push on Charlton Moody
for one of the shooters

and where to grab him up.

And Brother Kwasi's in three.
He'll only talk to you.

- He came in voluntarily?
- Not exactly.

What does that mean?

He put his hands on Andy
when we went to talk to him.

So, we collared him
for disorderly conduct and resisting.

Can that go away if Kwasi
gives us something?

Yeah, I guess it could go away.

There's a reporter downstairs.
Says you guys have his notebook.

Guy drops somethin' in the elevator.
Could've been a notebook.

- I do not need this crap today.
- Lieu, that reporter's an eyeball witness,

good enough that he's got blood
all over his clothes,

and he doesn't wanna say what he saw.

If the guy doesn't get his notebook back,
he's goin' to the deputy commissioner

for public information
to tell him you two stole it.

Now, before you move on Charlton Moody,
I want you to go downstairs,

talk to this guy, and work out a way
to help him find what he lost.

Do we understand each other?

Kwasi's in interview three.

Probably wasn't his current notebook
anyway.

Probably just background on the game.

I came upon that at the hospital.

Maybe you could drop it
at their lost and found.

- Meet you at the funeral parlor.
- Yeah, once I'm done

lovin' up this hoopoe.

- How's it goin'?
- Detectives.

- How ya doin', Dave?
- I gotta tell you, seems like old times.

You know, I spent a lot of hours
in this station house

after Jimmy Leggett died.

I understand you, uh,
misplaced a notebook.

- Yeah.
- Where'd you see it last, Dave?

Uh... Well, it was in the pocket
of this coat here, and it was missin'

after I got the coat back
from you and your partner at the elevator.

You inquired as to its whereabouts
with the hospital personnel,

janitorial and the like?

Look, go get
your ho-hos, Detective, all right?

Because the notebook I lost wasn't the one
that quotes you calling Kwasi a nigger.

I don't take your reference.

Okay, whatever. Look, am I gonna get
my other notebook back,

- or am I gonna file a complaint?
- Well, you lost somethin' at the hospital.

Maybe you'd find it at lost and found.

- Don't jerk me around on this, all right?
- Hey, kid.

Two people are dead, seven more shot.

You think
I wanna waste more time with you?

You were there. You got a trained eye.

But you don't wanna stumble
over your big journalistic principles

on cooperatin' with the authorities.

Look, if I had knowledge of a crime
being committed, I'd put it in my story.

All right? If I got taken to court,

I'd testify
that what I reported is accurate.

- That's all I feel obliged to do.
- You sound like you're on the potty.

Go find your notebook.

Hey, don't you wanna call me a kike first?

Look, you wanna try screwin' me
for somethin' you think you heard,

- that's on you. I'm workin' a case.
- I am too.

Oh, yeah? You're goin' with
that "agent provocateur" theory,

- you're gonna bust this thing wide open.
- Okay.

Yeah, all right.
No, I don't know how long.

No, I don't need one
for this trumped-up nonsense.

Yeah, all right.

You wanna get these charges dropped?

Let's talk about the ball game, Kwasi.

The healing event you gave up
to drug dealers.

Let's talk about how Avenue D
versus the Houston projects

turned into Petey Green's ringers
against Charlton Moody's.

That game was a memorial to Jimmy Leggett.

- Anybody gets to grieve.
- Who you talkin' to, Kwasi?

That game wasn't a memorial
and it wasn't grieving.

It... it was a vanity tug-of-war
for gangsters.

I sat down and talked
with those brothers like men.

- It wasn't about making trouble.
- You and I sat in a room.

You think I'm God, Arthur? Huh?

I mean, people I know,
people I see every day,

you think I wanted them shot,
I mean, lying in blood?

That's what happened. Who did it?

That is for us to take care of
in the community.

Oh, you couldn't take care of a ball game.

And you can't take care
of your own cops, ma...

You got people workin' for you
that like to toss around "nigger,"

just like sayin', "How you doin'?"

Talkin' about how that gunfight
is just brothers acting their color.

- Who said that?
- Bald asshole.

- Gut and a stupid mustache.
- That's mine to deal with.

It's cops like that that killed
Jimmy Leggett and lied to cover it up.

The M.E. said Jimmy Leggett
wasn't murdered.

Boy, they got you wrapped up
like a Christmas present, don't they?

You disappoint me so much, man.

I want those shooters, Kwasi,
and if you don't know who they are,

you can get in the street and find out.

- You gonna release me?
- You gonna work with me?

I want that cracker
with the mustache. I want his badge.

We clear these homicides, you get
your charges dropped. The rest is on me.

That guy has no business walkin' around

with a license to kill,
not in my neighborhood.

Can anyone verify him usin' that language?

- How about a reporter?
- You got a name?

Jewish kid. David Bloom.
Writes for the View.

- We're talkin' about Detective Sipowicz?
- Sounds right.

- Am I released?
- I want those shooters.

I feel like we'll work somethin' out.

Yeah.

You're released.

Nah.

- How much is this, man?
- Eighty-eight hundred dollars.

All right, guys. Police. Just relax.
Put your hands where we can see them.

On the casket!
Put your hands on the casket.

- What do y'all want?
- I want you to be quiet.

Oh, nice. See, now, this is wrong.
You're gonna have to come in with us.

- I got another piece here.
- Right here, James.

Why do I have to come in?
Ain't no weapons on me.

Oh, yeah. That's a very interesting
point there, Charlton.

- Whose funeral you plannin' anyways?
- Not my own. I want my lawyer.

- I want your tailor.
- Come on. Let's go.

- I'm gonna run it through Fancy.
- Yeah.

Lieu. This is Moody, he just lawyered up.

We're gonna have to talk to his guy.
So, how you want me and Andy to play it?

- Both of you come in here a second.
- Okay. Andy.

You know, I'm figurin' maybe we, uh,
hint there's an eyewitness,

- somethin' like that.
- Yeah. You can do that.

Close the door.

So, what's up?

I'm takin' you off the case.

- Russell will work with you.
- What's this about?

It's about you showin' your ass in public.

Decidin' to call someone whose help
we need to clear this case a nigger.

This Kwasi told you I called him that?

He said you called him that in front
of that reporter from the View.

I'd call him to find out what happened,
except he'd ask me for a statement.

So, I guess me and the commissioner
have to read about it next week.

This guy was provokin'
the hell outta both of us.

- You call him a nigger too?
- Lieu!

I did not call him that.
He called himself that

and I threw it back at him.

He said somethin' like, "I'm the one
nigger you cops can't mess with."

And I threw it back at him
how he's the one caused these shootings.

- Yeah, the one nigger.
- I was throwin' it back at him!

- You don't get to throw that back.
- Look, I've been partner with Andy now,

what, a year and a half? I have
never heard him use that word before.

- It was off the guy.
- Save your breath, Bobby.

- You want me catchin' other cases?
- For now.

I'm sorry. I'm going
to have to take a message.

- Can you believe that?
- Just be cool, Andy.

Be cool? You were there.
You saw the context how that happened.

Well, I guess
Fancy's just actin' his color.

What you said in that elevator,

'bout those "lowlife homies decidin'
to act Black."

- So, you got a problem with me too?
- Partner...

I was not comfortable with those words.

I am not comfortable
with the thoughts behind it.

- I just want you to understand that.
- So this Kwasi can break my balls.

When I decide to give a little back,
I'm the asshole?

- Givin' it back, was that all it was?
- Do me a favor, all right?

Finish your sermon another time.

How far you think I can bluff
this drug lawyer

- with this weak-ass hand we got?
- I don't know. Ask somebody less bigoted.

- Come on, Andy.
- Go talk to Moody's lawyer.

Diane, wanna work this with me?

- How's it goin'? Bobby Simone.
- Mike Alvarado.

- This is Diane Russell.
- How you doin'?

Is Mr. Moody being charged?

Well, if you got two minutes,
I'd like to lay out your guy's situation.

I'd like him charged or released.

Don't you wanna know
what this is about, Mike?

See, we picked up Charlton
at the funeral home.

He's makin' arrangements
for this Eddie Holloway,

which Eddie was executed
at this basketball game.

Muzzle of a 380 flush up
against the back of the head.

And then... Now, I don't know
if you heard about this, Mike.

All hell breaks loose.

And Charlton's name keeps comin' up
in a lot of statements.

Now, what he oughta understand
is that his bodyguard got capped,

and we recognize there could be
a scenario here for self-defense.

Charge or release.

Well, the DA's makin' that call
right now, Mike.

Maybe you could use
the time to talk to Charlton.

You know, lay out what we've got,
self-defense scenario.

He cooperates,
it could be close to a walk.

Of course, that isn't your call, is it?

It's our strong impression, right?

Conversations with the DA, Mike.

If you want to convey that.

- Where is he?
- Interview room next door.

Sit over here, all right?

We'll be back in a second.

Hey, guys. That girl over there
could be an eyewitness.

You know the day guy
at the rec center on Houston Street?

He beeps me and he says she's been tellin'
people she was at the game

- and saw one of the murders.
- She's cooperating?

The guy says she's been
in and out of trouble,

so Greg and I ran her through BCI.

She's got a shoplifting beef
pending family court.

We brought her in off of that.

She won't get a day off that charge.

She's a tough read,
but, uh, I think we could tip her.

Do you mind if we watch?

Nah. Maybe you could pick up
some pointers.

You guys wanna come with us?

I didn't see nothin'.
Somebody said I did, they lying.

Let's have a seat over here.

Here we go.

What people say, Shirelle,
is what you've been sayin' yourself.

- You saw somebody get killed.
- I didn't see nothin'.

If she says she didn't see anything,
then she didn't see anything.

Well, here's the situation,
Miss McClintock.

This, uh, shoplifting matter,
your daughter's lookin' at a year

in the juvenile house of detention
for that.

A year? For shopliftin'?

It's her third offense.
The district attorney has discretion.

Now, we can urge them to dismiss the case

if Shirelle will testify
against the shooter.

Testify?

A year in jail is not somethin'
you want, Shirelle.

Whatever wrong that you've done,

this is your chance
to turn around from that,

and get your life on the right track
by sayin' what you saw in that game.

- What kinda life I'mma gone have if I rat?
- Is it a matter of you bein' scared?

We can place you in protective custody,
you and your mother,

- till after the trial.
- And what about after that?

If necessary, we could get you moved
to another part of the city.

Did you see somethin'?

Answer me!

Do you wanna go to prison?

Y'all gonna have to protect me.

- We'll protect you.
- What'd you see, Shirelle?

It was wrong, that man gettin' killed
in front of his own son.

- Who?
- That man.

He was watchin' the game
with his little boy, like, four years old.

Then there was a gunshot
and people started running.

And while he was trying to keep his son

from gettin' stepped on
and trampled and stuff,

this guy came up and stuck a gun
this close to his face and just shot him.

- You saw who shot him?
- Yeah.

Somebody you recognize?

Charlton Moody.

Good answer, Shirelle.

Well, I don't know, Lillian.
Not till we make some kind of progress.

No, I don't wanna decide

what to do about him
while I'm still pissed off.

I wasn't there, Lillian. I... I don't know
if it was malicious or just stupid.

Um... Yeah. I... I'll talk to you later.
Yeah, I love you.

- I see he's still at his desk.
- He's not workin' this case.

- Is he turned in yet?
- You had your say on Sipowicz.

My say? I finally get some leverage to get
one racist cop outta this sick department.

You had your say with me, Kwasi.

Now, whatever else you do
with Sipowicz, that's up to you.

- And the kid from the Village View?
- I'm hopin' you're here to get right

with what happened
on that basketball court?

What I'm hearin' is a young knucklehead
named Bo-Bo Thomas.

He deals in the projects with Petey Green.

Steps up behind Holloway
who's bodyguardin' Charlton Moody

and blows Holloway's brains out.

- Was it a hit?
- I don't know.

But his bodyguard goes down,
Moody takes out Lorenzo Gaines.

Our Narcotics people say Gaines
didn't work for Petey Green anymore.

Maybe somebody should've told Moody.

Arthur,
you say Jimmy Leggett died of a seizure.

I say some cop choked him to death.

All I knew
is big thing everybody said about him,

the boy was crazy for basketball.

- So, you wanted to give him a game.
- Yes.

Some people get behind
and maybe some kids get some new sneakers.

Except that you turn around and...

the kids aren't playin'.

The dealers...

got their own squads.

Is there any way
I can get anybody on record...

on Bo-Bo pullin' the first trigger?

Not through me.

I got you dead in my sights.

You a shooter too, Kwasi,
just like your drug-dealin' pals?

No, I'm a practical man.

I know that if it's just my word,
I got no chance goin' after you.

So, I must be livin' right.

You poppin' off
in front of a white, liberal reporter.

Geez, Kwasi, you mean that kid might load
the dice against me?

He might not write
how I wasn't cursin' you,

how you used that word first?

You're gonna pay for every single cop
that ever called me nigger

back when I was just Kenny Parker
growin' up in the projects.

Yeah, fill the boat up, Kwasi.
Your difficult childhood, Kunta Kinte,

Martin Luther King gettin' shot.

You don't wanna make it just simple stuff
like man-to-man.

You figure I insulted you,
so we throw down.

Just man-to-man...

- here in your station house.
- You just name the time and place

- and I will tune you up anywhere you want.
- Step away, Andy.

- I'm a practical man.
- Kwasi! You got any more business here?

Kwasi's decidin' does he want
an honest shot at workin' out

- his bad feelings he's got for cops.
- Shut up, Sipowicz.

You got my back?

That kid you cut loose before,
Bo-Bo Thomas.

Yeah, the witness backed off
on seein' him packin'.

Yeah, we got an anonymous tip
he threw the first shot.

- Took out Charlton Moody's bodyguard.
- You want me to pick him back up?

Yeah. Take Russell and Martinez.

Either you shut your mouth
to anyone involved in this case,

or get the hell out.

Bo-Bo. Don't you move.

- Come on, man.
- Police. Don't move.

Get up against the wall.
Hands flat against the wall.

- Come on, come on. Go.
- I told you I didn't do nothin'.

Yeah, well,
you're gonna have to tell us again.

- Check this out.
- A 380?

- Yeah.
- Hey, man, that ain't mine.

Oh, yeah. I never heard that before, boss.
It's a new one.

Know what, Bo-Bo? You're under arrest.

- Hey, you're crazy.
- Shut up.

See, we got your gun. And ballistics
is gonna match your gun up

with that slug that we pulled out
of Eddie's skull.

You know what that means?
Lights out for Bo-Bo.

- Yeah, but Bo-Bo didn't do...
- Shut up!

Was this a hit?

We know you work for Petey Green, Bo-Bo.
Did your boss put a contract on this guy?

The only option you got right now
is to tell the truth.

I didn't do it.

You did it, and I'm sick of you sittin'
here lyin' to me.

I didn't do nothin'.

You hauled ass
after that little execution of yours.

But I was on that basketball court there
cleanin' up the mess.

You were lookin' to start
a bloodbath there?

'Cause there was a whole lot
of innocent people

who got shot today, Bo-Bo,
includin' women.

And I'm hopin' that you're man enough
that that'll bother you.

Well, if that don't mean much to you,
maybe this will.

- What?
- If you don't start tellin' me the truth

right now, I'm gonna start bouncin'
your ass up against these walls!

You understand me now?
You understand me now?

- Yeah, I understand you.
- Well? Well?

- He had it comin'.
- He had it comin'?

- Eddie Holloway had it comin'?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Punk shot Fruit Loop.
- Well, who the hell's Fruit Loop?

- My cousin!
- Eddie Holloway shot Fruit Loop?

- Yeah.
- When?

September.

And you went and you shot him
at this basketball game?

Yeah.

Andy Sipowicz,
ladies and gentlemen.

How's it going, Gotelli?

I hear the bosses came down on Fancy
behind this basketball mess, huh?

- Yeah.
- Well, it shouldn't have taken Einstein

to figure that game was bad news.
Couple a hundred...

Yeah, there you go.

Ah. Sarge said there were collars.

They're talkin' to one guy,
runnin' a lineup on another one.

- You're not workin' it?
- If I was, Vince,

- would I be here talkin' to you?
- Whoa. Andy.

You're sure no Einstein either.

Recognize anybody, Shirelle?

Remember, no one can see you.

- Two.
- What?

Number two.

Where do you recognize number two from?

- From the basketball court this morning.
- What did he do?

He shot a man in the face
in front of his little boy.

All right. You guys can relax for a while.

We appreciate this. The district attorney
will get you situated.

Yeah, we're just gonna be a few minutes.
Where's Andy?

He's in the squad.

Hi.

That girl make the ID?

Yeah. I thought
you were working that case.

- I'm off the case.
- How come?

I got into a beef with that...
Brother Kwasi.

So, Fancy took you off the case?

I don't know
if I can even keep workin' for him,

gettin' slapped in the face like this.

- What kind of beef was it?
- Some language. Racial language.

Excuse me. Ms. Costas?
Uh... We'll be downstairs, huh?

We're gonna put them in a hotel tonight,
so I've gotta deal with the paperwork.

- Yeah, all right.
- I'll see you at home?

- All right.
- And we'll talk about this?

- We'll get through this, Andy.
- Yeah.

- Finished with Bo-Bo?
- Yeah.

I just signed off.

- I'll get my coat.
- Yeah, good.

You gotta do this tonight, Andy?
Wouldn't it be better to just sleep on it?

No.

You got a minute for me?

- Good night, guys.
- Yeah, night, Bobby.

- Good night, Lieu. Good night, Andy.
- Good night.

Yeah.

- Give us a minute here, Vince.
- Sure.

Anybody want a soda from downstairs?

It would've been smarter
for you to go home when the shift ended.

If you're goin' after me,
you bring charges, or let Kwasi do it.

'Cause I want a chance to answer him
in front of somebody besides you.

Yeah, this is about me, Andy.
I'm the racist.

I've said that word.
I've thought it plenty.

But I've never used it on the job
till your hump pal put us on that road.

This isn't about a word, Andy,
or your impure thoughts.

This is about you makin'
this case harder to work.

Not about you bein' Black, huh?
Not about givin' some back to me?

- It's about what I say it's about.
- Then say.

Part of what it's about
is watchin' me sweat.

Well, a hell of a lot went down today,
so I'd have to check my notes.

But I thought I spent some of that time
tryin' to save your sorry ass.

- Give me a break.
- I'm not gonna take you out, Andy.

I move you out, my white bosses,
they send me a little message.

They send me another one just like you.
But maybe that one

- can't do the job like you can.
- Geez, thanks a lot, boss.

If you go, it'll be somebody like Kwasi,
or like that reporter.

I've been dealin' with white cops like you
ever since the academy.

I can manage you with my eyes closed.
Now, maybe you can't handle

- a Black man being your boss.
- I can handle it. I've been covering you

three and a half years.
Except when you get so tied up

in your brother-brother crap,
you won't let us work the streets.

- That's when you get yourself in trouble.
- Hey, Lieu. We got a report

of a person shot
near the Houston Street projects.

- Want me to handle it?
- Was it a homicide?

- I don't know.
- That teenage girl, the eyewitness.

- Isn't she in those projects?
- Yeah. I think we got 'em out though.

Sylvia was involved there.

Check it out.

- You want me to check it out?
- Yeah.

Sipowicz will handle it.

- What do you got?
- A guy's fired on while he's walking

down the block. Gets to his car,
tries to drive himself to the hospital.

Multiple wounds. Guy's bleedin'
like crazy. Looks like he's goin' out.

- Anybody else shot?
- No, not as far as we know.

- He's a reporter.
- Who shot ya?

They... they were in a car.

I didn't see 'em.
I'll tell you who it had to be.

- Charlton Moody.
- Charlton Moody's in custody.

It had to be his guys.
'Cause I saw what happened at the game.

Okay.

I'd be lying if I told you
I recognized anybody.

- Can you describe the car?
- Dark... dark... dark color.

Listen... listen, you write this down.

I know how to help you,
'cause I'm... I'm gonna die.

- You write this down. You write this down.
- You calm down.

They're workin' on you.

This...
this is a dying... dying declaration.

All right? Charlton Moody...

I saw him today shoot
a man point-blank.

- Blood pressure's dropping.
- At the ball game.

Whoever started it, shouldn't have done
that. He shouldn't have done that.

Oh, God.

All right, you're gonna write
this in your story, kid.

You're not gonna die.
They're gonna fix you up, all right?

All right. Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You guys are gonna have
to let us work on him here.

His blood pressure's bottomed out.

Let's get him outta here.

- We're losin' him.
- Let's get him on O2.

- Give me a hand with the gurney.
- You get it?

- Yeah. This kid's gone.
- I need the ambu bag over here.

- Who is it?
- That reporter.

It occurred to him a little late
that Moody's people might be

gunnin' for witnesses.

- Where's Sylvia?
- Guess she wasn't here.

Kid corroborated Moody
from the second shooting.

Cop wrote it down.

Okay.
I'll get the night watch to handle this.

Watch the IV.

Swing it around. Let's go.
Watch your back, people.

Good. Good, good, good. Head first.

- Hi, Andy.
- Sorry I'm late.

We had a shooting near those projects.

I was afraid Moody might send somebody
after that girl.

No. We got her into a motel.

Winds up, they killed the reporter
who was at the game.

He witnessed the murder.

What happened with you and Fancy?

This guy Kwasi. We're mixin' it up.

He throws out the "N" word.
I throw it back at him.

Fancy comes at me like I killed somebody.

- Is it gonna come to charges?
- Not from him.

He wants to watch me walk on eggs.

And the kid heard me, but he's dead.

I don't know
where this Kwasi will go with it.

Let him bring charges, huh?

You ever hear me use that word?

No.

But I have seen you do this.

That's not the same thing.
Th... that's something cops do so

so you don't have to mention race.

"Hey, did you hear
about the shooting at this barber shop?

"This barber shop?" "Yeah."
You know, so, it doesn't have to be said,

- and, uh, nobody gets offended.
- Andy, it's code for the word.

It's code so you don't have to say it.

Don't ever show that to our child.

- Yeah, all right.
- Don't teach him that.

Don't teach him to think that way.

Yeah.