All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S04E04 - Wheres Swaldo (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

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- Huh?
- It looks like
some kind of drive-by.

D.O.A. in the back's
holding a nine-millimeter
and maybe half a gram of coke.

Half a gram, huh?
What'd you do, weigh it?

You safeguard the crime scene.
You don't go through
nobody's pockets.

- I happened to notice.
- Andy.

My man, Kwasi.
We happen to know this was
a wonderful community activist,

otherwise this could
look drug related.

"Aisha, 10:30."

- What, is that
some tribal name?
- It's a woman's name.

Susan's a woman's name.

I've got the address of
the D.O.A. in the front seat.

Aw, man, I don't want
this to be Aisha.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Are you looking for my dad?

Because he'll be back
at 10:30.

We're-We're policemen.

- Is your dad Kwasi Olushola?
- Mm-hmm.

- What's your name?
- I'm Hanna.

- Hanna, huh?
- Well, my dad
calls me Aisha.

Uh, is your moms around here?

Nah, she lives in the Bronx.

My daddy's taking me
to my baseball game.

Hanna, we were supposed to tell
you that your dad's involved
with something else just now.

Do you know
your mom's phone number?
You can write it down here.

What's my dad involved with?

You know, Hanna,
we actually didn't
get to talk with him.

Right now we have to call
your moms and then she'll
explain to you what's going on.

Well, uh, you want to
come in my dad's apartment
and use his phone?

-Yeah, that... that'd be good.
Thanks.
-You're welcome.

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Some skell wino saw
a late-model car pull up
to the car Kwasi's in.

Guys in that car start blastin'.
Kwasi tries to pull away,
drives into the stoop.

Skell says two black guys
in the hit car, three guys
in the car Kwasi's in.

- Three guys?
- Yeah. He also says the hit car
was green or red.

So I don't make him
that reliable.

Crime Scene recovered
11.380 casings off the street.

Lifted some paint off the right
front of Kwasi's car. It could
have come from the hit car.

D.O.A. in the backseat's,
uh, Marcus Cameron.
Street name's "Prince."

Three collars for sale.
One pending's an "A" felony, so
it had to be a decent weight.

Narcotics is coming up
with the guy's associates.
Kwasi you know.

- Yeah?
- I guess the one D.O.A...

He's now the dealer
formerly known as Prince.

Okay. Yeah. Got it.

Okay. Yeah. Got it.

Bodega shooting on Avenue "D,"
one D.O.A.

- I'm up.
- Okay. Narcotics'll be
helping with theirs.

- You want to work the bodega
with James and Greg?
- Sure.

Hey, boss, you mind very much
if Diane stays on ours?

We were with his little girl
till the mother got there.

We didn't really tell her Kwasi
was dead. She might not want
to talk to us no more.

No problem.
Just give me a second.

Okay. Let me know if you
need help on canvass.

- Okay, Lieu.
- Can you give us any help
with Kwasi's wife?

No. They must've split up
before I knew him.

She left him early?
Maybe she's got some sense.

Wait a minute.
That's the last ball-breakin'
about Kwasi.

You had this guy up
for sainthood.

I never had him up for
sainthood, and I don't know that
he's coming out of this wrong.

I'm telling you,
you're done pissin' on hydrants
till we find out.

Nobody's looking to
make him wrong if he's not.

Work together on this, guys.

Hi, Hanna. Mrs. Torrence.

What do you want to ask me?

Well, we wanted to tell you how
sorry we were about your dad,
first thing.

And we need to talk to you
about what your dad was doing
before he left the apartment.

And there's some other things.
We also need to talk
to your mom.

We wanted to give both of you
a little bit of time to
yourselves before we did that.

So you lied that he was alive?

- We talked about that, Hanna.
- We thought your mom should
tell you about your dad.

I found out who you are.
I don't want you
talking with her.

This is Detective Russell.
Maybe you could talk with her
while we talk with your mom.

Diane Russell.
I'm sorry about your dad, Hanna.

You want me with you
while you talk to her?

You weren't with Daddy.

Hanna, um,
why don't we talk back here,
all right?

I don't know if you're hungry,
but we've got some things
in the refrigerator.

- Okay.
- Would you feel comfortable
talking in here?

- Or would you rather go
into an interview room?
- We can talk here.

Right this way.

- You want me to excuse myself?
- I've dealt with people
like you before.

It's Hanna we were
trying to protect.

Ma'am, right here.

Do you have any idea
why this happened to
your husband, Mrs. Torrence?

- No.
- Do you know Marcus Cameron,
the man who was shot with him?

We didn't have many friends in
common, and we'd been separated
three and a half years.

- His street name was Prince,
this Marcus Cameron.
- I didn't know him.

Do you mind if I ask you
about you and Kwasi not having
friends in common?

I'm a nursing supervisor.
It takes a lot of time.
So did Hanna.

We found a note in
Kwasi's pocket about, uh,
your daughter's baseball game.

- He called her Aisha.
- What do you want
to know about that?

Well, actually, I'm interested
to know why you both
call her different names.

Don't play detective
games with me, please.
People separate for reasons.

None of the things Kwasi
and I disagreed about
had anything to do...

- with your investigation.
- You sure about that?

- I'm sure.
- Is that 'cause you know
why he was murdered?

I know he wasn't murdered
for any of the reasons
you'd like to think.

My husband was an honorable,
good-hearted man,

and he was brave enough
to believe in people others
wanted to keep in the junk heap.

That's what got him killed
somehow... trying to help.

What work was Kwasi
involved with most recently?

-He was involved with Hanna.
That's what I know about.
-Okay.

Hanna wants to say
something to her mom.

I'm sorry, Mom, for what
I said to you. And I'm sorry
if I hurt your feelings.

It's okay, pumpkin.

Please don't be mad at me
and go away too.

Come here. It's all right.
I understand.
I'm not going anywhere.

Hanna wanted her
mom to know that.

- Uh-huh.
- And she was telling me
about her uncle, too,

and how her dad was
trying to help him.

- Who was Daddy
trying to help?
- Uncle Jerome.

- He called Daddy.
- Jerome's Kwasi's brother?

- No.
- My brother.

Daddy went to meet him
in his car and said he'd
be back in time for my game.

Hanna, did your dad say
what he was trying to help
your uncle about?

No. He just said
he'll be back.

Where are we going to find
your brother, Mrs. Torrence?

I don't know.
I haven't been able
to reach him in two days.

I can show you
where his apartment is.

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- Hey. What do you got?
- 911 from an anonymous male.

Place is empty when we get here
except the D.O.A...

and some four-year-old kid
wandered in from next door,

and this guy,
some kind of juicehead.

This guy says he saw
a woman run off right when
the shots went off.

Hey, champ. How's it going?

- Ah, who'd you see?
- Lisa. Does this.

- Yeah? Was she in the store
when the shots went off?
- I think she was doing this.

- Couple guys in nice clothes.
- That's the first he said
about the guys.

-Who is this guy?
Is this the owner?
-'Swaldo's the owner.

Oswaldo Mendoza. We got his
number off the beer license.
No answer at his house.

How-How are we gonna find
"Lisa, does this"?

- I'm not looking for trouble.
- I'm ill.

- Yeah? How are you ill?
- I need cough medication.

Got a scrip and no money.

Okay. Ten bucks for the scrip
if you take us to Lisa's stroll.

I need the full charge
on the scrip, $14.

- All right. So there's $14 in
it. Let's go back inside.
- Let's go.

All right. You stay here.
Okay? Stay right here.

Hey.

Look at this.

Nothing on the shelves
but condoms, garbage bags,

sweet pickles.

- What more would a shopper need?
- We get here,
there's a four-year-old...

standing two feet from the body,
three feet from the gun.

Yeah. Hooray for
Neighborhood Watch.

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He's very good about
his responsibilities.

He's worked at this building
for six years. I don't know
where he would be.

You, uh, said your brother
had that one problem
a while back.

That was 22 years ago.
They asked him to be a lookout.

He didn't know what they
were doing necessarily.

If Jerome was involved
with Kwasi getting hurt...

I don't know.
Then I don't know anything.

Bobby.

Oh, God.
Oh, don't kill anybody.

It's the police,
and it's your sister.
I'm gonna open this door.

Jerome.
Come on out of there.

- Come on.
- I messed myself.

Jerome, what happened?
How'd Kwasi get shot?

I'm ashamed.
I'm ashamed of everything.

Turn around.

♪♪

He didn't give you
anything in the car?

Just some stains to clean up.

Josh is with him
in the locker room
until he gets together.

Narcotics says, uh,
Marcus Cameron, the D.O.A.
in the car with Kwasi,

- was in
Gerard Markham's crew.
- This is Prince?

Yeah. Markham's
street name's "Fat Cat."
They gave us his usual places.

- You run Jerome through B.C.I.?
- Six months for burglary
when he was 18. Clean since.

He's been a super
at the same building
for the past seven years.

From what his sister says,
he's a regular at church.

Anything pass between
them in the car?

He told her that he was
ashamed and very sorry.

-Yeah?
-He's cleaned up.
I got him in 2.

She oughta take that girl home.

She, uh, don't want to leave
until she finds out what
her brother has to do with it.

How's it going, Jerome?

You want a soda or something?

- You sure you don't want
anything to drink?
- No.

Look, 'cause, Jerome, we...

We gotta know what your part
in this was, and we need you
pulled together.

Okay?
Now, Hanna, your niece...

She puts you with her dad
just before him and another guy
got murdered.

Now, there's a witness
on the scene that said
there was a third guy...

in the car past the two victims,
so we gotta make that guy you.

Why did the shooters
let you get away?
Were you the setup guy?

- No.
- Jerome, say something
past "no" here, okay?

I'm afraid to say.

Well, you're gonna
have to get over that.

'Cause I got him killed,
and if more is gonna happen...

- You got Kwasi killed?
- Yes.

Tell us how you think
you got him killed.

I had found some drugs
in my building.

They were hidden
in a boom box
under the landing,

- and I called it
to the police attention.
- When was this?

Four nights,
which later I found out
was cocaine.

And I left a note to tell 'em
where to find it.

This was at the 27
you left the note?

I couldn't... I couldn't look
to see what happened after,
'cause I'm downstairs.

But next day it was gone.

Then here come the drug dealer
looking for me,

say he gonna kill me
either if I don't give him
his drugs or money, $37,000.

Say he knew it was me
'cause of the storage area.

- What was his name?
- He didn't say.

- He's the guy that was in the
car with you and Kwasi?
- Yeah.

- How'd Kwasi get into it?
- I had went to him,
'cause I was afraid.

I was supposed to meet him
today at Fourth and "B."

Wait a minute.
This is Prince, the guy
who wanted his drugs back?

Or either he was gonna kill me.

I been afraid to tell him
that I had told the police,

and I didn't know what to do.

- And I called Kwasi.
- Did he know Prince?

Uh-uh. I just wanted Kwasi
to tell what happened.

- And he did it for me.
- The other guy met you?

He got out of his car
at Fourth and "B,"
got in Kwasi's backseat.

Kwasi said that I called 911
to take the drugs away, and that
that was the right thing to do.

And that if he harmed me
over it, Kwasi would call
the police himself.

Then he said that
he had been fronted...

for half those drugs,
and that who he owed
was after him.

Kwasi's saying,
"Well, that's between y'all."

Then hell broke loose.

A car drove up
doing weird stuff
with their doors...

Closing 'em, opening 'em weird.

Then the shooting started.

Kwasi drove off,
but he just drove into
the front of the building.

He must've already been shot.

Then they came over
and shot the guy
in the backseat from close,

- then drove off.
- But they didn't try
and shoot you.

Kwasi fell over me in the seat.

I don't know
if they even saw me.

Seemed like they was
after the other one.

- Did you get any kind
of look at them?
- Not much.

- Jerome, what does that mean?
- I don't know how much
a look I got.

I got a look at 'em,
but I don't know how much
in terms of recognizing.

I'm not trying to lie to you.
I'll help you if I can.

- You know someone
named Fat Cat?
- No.

But he said something
about him... the Prince.

Said his name about the drugs.
Fat Cat was who fronted him.

- Could I get a soda?
- Yeah.

Yeah, we'll get you something.

- You buy that?
- Do you?

Sounds pretty good.

Take him home, Josh.
Let him know
we'll need him back...

to try to make I.D.'s
if we come up
with Fat Cat's button guys.

- All right.
- Says he wants
a can of soda.

I'll get it on the way out.

- So we're gonna run it
for the mother?
- Yeah. Get her to go home.

That little girl doesn't need
to be hangin' around here.

Yeah, thanks for calling back.
I just wanted to ask you
a few questions.

What did my brother say?
Was he involved?

It's all right.

Your brother turned in
some drugs to the police that
he had found in his building.

When the dealer who had stashed
the drugs figured out it was
Jerome who'd found them,

he started threatening Jerome.

Then Jerome asked Kwasi
to talk to the dealer.

Kwasi... He, uh, stood up
for your brother.

He told the dealer to leave
Jerome alone, and while
this all was happening...

it looks like the people who
the dealer had gotten the drugs
from came and they shot 'em.

- And they shot Kwasi too.
- That's what it looks like.

So my dad was being
a good person.

That's right, Hanna.

All right. All right.

Well, I know you probably
want to get home now.

I want to know my husband's
killers are gonna be arrested.

We got a good idea who to look
for, and we're gonna notify
you when anything happens.

Do you have someone
to be with you, Margaret?

I don't want you all
arranging my grieving any more
than my husband would.

Bye.

Sure hope we get
this Fat Cat's places
from the boss.

Probably no use looking
till midnight.

Yeah, they don't like
being out early if they're
not doing murders.

Anyone got some
sleeping blankets? I don't
think we're going home tonight.

I'm giving you full
cooperation. Whatever you want
to know.

That's great, Lisa.

- I don't know nothin'
about what happened.
- Come on. Sit over here.

Lisa, a guy who hangs on
the street outside a bodega says
that right after the murder,

you came running out,
right after the shots
were fired.

Well, if you want
to believe a cough-syrup junkie
and a juicehead...

You're saying you weren't
in the bodega?

No, I'm just telling you
what Lonny is.

And I happened to have
been in the bodega
to get a female product.

Lonny says you were
doing some guys in there.

Yeah, well,
Lonny wouldn't know sex
from an uptown bus.

You don't make yourself
a witness, Lisa, we're gonna
make you an accomplice.

So stop bum-rapping Lonny
and tell us what went on.

I was in the bodega
to get a female product.

Two gentlemen asked
to ask me something
in the basement.

So I go down there with one
after the other one, and the
other one yells, "It's him."

- Which was Oswaldo Mendoza.
- Not Oswaldo, the first
gentleman in the basement.

Lisa, the guy you were
down there with that
went back upstairs...

- I'm asking you:
Who was he talking about?
- Not Oswaldo.

They were waiting
for someone to come in.

The well-dressed guys
were waiting for the guy
who got murdered?

- That's what I would gather.
- And what did Oswaldo
have to do with it?

Oswaldo said I should
party with them.

So now you're done
partying with the guy,
who already went back upstairs,

and he shouts out,
"It's him."

- What's the other guy
you're still doing do?
- He's straightenin' himself out.

Then there is shots
and cryin' and moanin'.

And he runs upstairs,
and I gather that they both
run out the alley door.

- And where's Oswaldo?
- Oswaldo's gone.

And the two well-dressed guys
Oswaldo had you party with...

They were gone.
It's just the guy
that's whacked that's left.

Yeah, bleedin' and cryin'
"madre" in Spanish.

- And you book?
- Yeah, and that turd Lonny
gives me up.

I cooperated fully.
I want to go.

You're staying here
till we find Oswaldo.

Oh, brother.
Can I at least get some stuff
from my girlfriend's?

Who're you kidding, Lisa?
Forget about
your crack pipe...

till we get
Oswaldo in here.

Well, under those circumstances,
Oswaldo's probably over
at his numbers room,

over here on Ninth.

♪♪

- Back off, back off.
- What's goin' on, fellas?

- We're pickin' up a guy.
- Who you looking for?

Turn the music off,
turn the lights on
and stay out of our way.

I think that guy's on the job.

♪♪

All right. Back off.
Everybody, back off.
Turn that music off!

Come on. Everybody,
get your hands in the air!
Come on. Get off me. Back off.

- Hands where we
can see 'em.
- Hands out, everybody.

Hands up. Put your hands up.

- What's goin' on, man?
- Gerard Markham?

Oh, you call me that,
my mama must've sent you.

- Get up!
- You drop this?

- From where?
- Stand up.

You too, peewee.
Get up. Come on. Stand up.
Over here. Come here.

This mean we going in?

That's right, Fat Cat.
We are going in. I need
another pair of cuffs here.

See, you call me that,
now I know who you're
talking about.

You keep talking like
we're chums, blimpy.

We'll give you
the secret handshake
at the station house.

-All right.
-Come on.
Go for a walk.

Damn.

I want to tell you,
I searched 'em all
before they went in.

You want to be
a defense witness
for these guys?

I was just concerned
you had probable cause.

They got you
way in their pocket,
don't they, brother?

My C.O. knows that I do
off-duty securities.

In an unlicensed premises,
serves liquor to felons.

- I don't go upstairs too much.
- Yeah, well, that's what's
going on up there.

Now, I'm coming back
off duty, so you can pick
between an ass-whippin'...

or having your C.O.
in my office while I.A.B.
takes your statement.

This guy's a collar.
I hope you already
got your bribe.

♪♪

Hey, hey. Let's talk, fellas.
I don't need this cage.

- Yeah. Come here.
- Stand over there.

You know,
I get claustrophobic
just taking a walk in the park.

- You're a collar
for the gun, Fat Cat.
- No, the gun was on the floor.

- I don't think you can
put that on me.
- He's telling you something.

Why don't you shut your mouth,
or I'm gonna start
beatin' on you.

I'm gonna get a Coke.

You're a collar
for the gun, Fat Cat.

But the conversation's
not about the gun.
The conversation's about Prince.

- Connection with what?
- Connection with selling coke
for you, Fat Cat.

When he comes up late paying off
a front, you get some other guys
in your crew to take him out.

Hey, you know,
I was at the Javits boat show
all yesterday with my mother.

- So you know he got
hit yesterday?
- Newspaper said.

Oh, Negroes read.

How about them models
at that boat show
with their titties hanging out?

Man, white women smilin'
at the brothers. Huh!

Got me all excited,
Detective Sipowicz.

Did you get excited, Fat Cat?
How could you tell with your
belly hanging over your joint?

Back in the cage.
Come on.

Aw, Fat Cat gets
claustrophobic in there.

I'm gonna ask my lawyer what
time we got here. You better
tell him where I'm at too.

Shut your mouth.

That's my third pill sublingual.
You're both witness.

What brought on
the pressure, Oswaldo?
Waiting for the Brooklyn number?

- How about acting
in concert on a murder?
- I got angina.

- Up for a bypass.
- Yeah? Right over here.

- Why'd that guy
in your bodega get shot?
- Don't ask me.

Oswaldo, you were
having that whore...

keep those button guys happy
in your grocery's basement.

You want us to believe
that you don't know
what they were doing there?

I got tightness in my chest
and the nitro
isn't relieving it.

That's from not
telling the truth.
That shuts your system down.

You're never gonna
hear this in a courtroom.

- We're not in a courtroom.
- The guy who was shot
was shaking me down.

What happened was beyond
my control, but that's
what he was there for.

My understanding,
they was gonna talk to him.
The other happened.

- It was like a horse was on me,
the middle of my chest.
- You hired these two guys?

-I did not hire them.
-So who were they, Oswaldo?
Concerned relatives?

I pay a guy to look out
for me, all right?
I already pay somebody.

- And?
- And those guys
work for him.

You gotta find a way
to give 'em up, Oswaldo.

If you think I'm gonna get
between that... I got enough
death looking me in the face.

- Otherwise, you're our
chief suspect.
- Then prosecute me.

I have to see my physician.
I don't want to be hindered.

Dr. Felix Moscoso.
I don't want no trouble.

Am I pale?

I don't know what
your natural color is.

♪♪

They can't see you, Jerome.
You take all the time you need.

It's number three
or number four.

Jerome, I'm not telling you
how to answer here,

but I did explain to you
that if you're not sure
picking one guy out,

then the I.D.
don't help us none.

I'm going with number three.

And where do you
recognize him from?

Shootin' up the car I was in
where my brother-in-law
got killed...

My former brother-in-law.

Is that right?

Don't worry. I wasn't doing
anything anyway. If you need me,
I'll be on the upstairs cot.

Waste of time trying him
on the second hitter.

Hey, Lieu. I just got
a phone tip. Some drunk's
bragging on a bodega whack.

- Where's this?
- Up on Ninth, a Dominican bar.

- Want us to take a look?
- Yeah, go ahead.

What about the idea
of E.S.U. for backup?

Hey, Greg, that'll take
three hours.

Yeah, I'd hate to sit around
here on overtime.

- Which hitter
you want to flip?
- Who do you think's dumber?

Got a nice dopey
vibe off that Hollis.

If we keep Trenton, too,
maybe we can make him think
Hollis gave him up.

Won't that make Trent dumber?

- Thanks, Harold.
- Want him uncuffed?

Yeah, take his cuffs off.

I'm a friend of your boss,
Hollis. We're both on
the same team.

- You understand
what I'm sayin'?
- Yeah.

Well, then you're
one up on your buddy
in there,

so you're the one
that's gotta set
his mind straight.

Okay?
I can walk you both out
off an illegal search,

but Trent is saying
he don't even work
for Fat Cat.

- Do what you gotta do, chief.
- I can't Hollis, because your
asshole buddy isn't letting me.

I'm telling you,
the D.A. don't hear you
vouch for this other guy,

the wrongful search goes away,
then my hustle is gone,
and I'll blow your head off.

I don't know what
you're telling me.

You vouch Trent works
for Fat Cat. The D.A. is
watching through the mirror.

- Then we go
with illegal search.
- Vouch how?

I lead you into the room.
You vouch he works for Fat Cat.
I lead you out.

I don't know how to vouch.
"Yes, that's him."
"He's the one who was with me."

Is that too tough for you,
Hollis? What the hell
do I care how you vouch?

All right.
You vouch,
and you get out.

- All right.
- Right. Come on.

That's him.

I-I vouch he's the guy.

Your buddy just
give you up, Trent,
or am I taking that wrong?

Is there anything you
want to do about that,

or, uh, you want to start
thinking about being a husband
to some guy named Joe?

No. I want to do
something about it.
Who I gotta talk to?

I'm a wonderful listener.

What a country.

Cops at the 27 come up
with the note that super said
he left about the drugs?

No note, no vouchered drugs.

You think someone
down at the 27 has
an interesting second job?

I don't know, Cohen.

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- What're you drinking?
- Two different guys at the end
of the bar fit a call we got.

- I don't know about no call.
- Yeah, you do. You made it.

Look, I don't want the guy
in my bar, but I'm not
getting involved past that.

All I'm asking is,
point the guy out.

Don't come back for no I.D.
I didn't hear nothing,
and I didn't see nothing.

The guy all the way
at the end is the guy.

- Keep your hands
on the bar.
- Ay, ¿qué pasa?

- What's going on?
- Shut up. We're going in.

-For what?
What's going on?
-I said, shut up.

- Domingo.
- Hey. Some broad you
kissed off gave you up.

- So don't piss me off
or I'll kick your ass.
- All right, all right.

Some broad, huh?
Some broad, Domingo?

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This reinterview...
He's gonna think I'm doing it
lookin' to hurt the other guy.

- We gotta do the reinterview.
- I'm telling you what
Fancy's gonna think.

With him everything's racial.

If you see Greg,
he needs to call his super.

I think he went with James to
court. He's looking for that
hooker in the bodega homicide.

Regards to this
reinterview with Jerome,
we know we got the collars.

If it turns out some cop
didn't log the coke in,
the D.A. and the I.A.B...

are gonna turn
the 27 upside down.

I just don't wanna
leave no stone unturned,
alternative possibilities.

- I agree.
- No one's unwilling
to accept...

this other guy
was doing good... Kwasi.

-Picked up Jerome.
He's in 2.
-All right. Thanks, Josh.

Astrachan's shuttle service.

- Sit over there.
- Huh?

Sit over there.

We got to know more
about that note, Jerome,

where you told the police
about the drugs.

I wrote it and I
left it at the desk.

You wrote it
and left it on the desk
at the 27 Station House?

Two blocks up and one over
from my building.
I don't know the number.

- Was the sergeant at the desk?
- Nobody was at the desk.

You lying piece of crap!
There's always somebody
at the desk!

Describe the desk that
you're talking about, Jerome.

It's a little desk
just when you walk in.

- Got flyers on it.
- Community Relations desk.

What if I told you, Jerome,

that we heard that you and Kwasi
were both in on this drug deal?

- That's not true.
- Nobody's looking to
hurt you here, Jerome.

There's no evidence that
we can use. But if you
were involved in this,

we gotta know about it
for what we take to the D.A.

- It's not true.
- Maybe Kwasi was involved
and you just took the ride?

- Didn't even know
what it was about?
- He wasn't.

He died trying to help me.

If I should've signed my name
or took the drugs in myself,

that's on me.

Don't do that to him.

-See, that is blackmail.
I know you talked to the judge.
-Relax, Lisa.

If you're making Lonny the trick
on the complaint against me,
that is a joke.

- Shut your mouth, Lisa,
and we'll straighten this out.
- I want out!

I'm supposed to see
my girlfriend!

What you want to do on the
outside can probably happen, but
first you do something for us.

I showed you where to find
Oswaldo. I did something
for you yesterday.

Lisa, we picked up
a guy last night.
Someone dropped a dime,

heard him talking in a bar
how him and a buddy
whacked a guy in a bodega.

- Uh-uh. Forget it. No way.
- We just want you to look
at this guy in a lineup.

No way.
I wouldn't recognize him.

No one's going to ask you
to testify, Lisa.
You didn't see the shooting.

We just want to know:
Did you bang this guy
in the basement?

I didn't bang anyone, okay?
I can prove I had
a female situation!

- Whatever you did
in the basement.
- No! No! No way!

Why don't you talk to Oswaldo
instead of jamming me up.
You talk to that asshole Lonny.

- Lonny didn't see nothing.
- Well, I didn't either.

I don't want
to make an I.D.

Gentlemen.

Charge Fat Cat
and the two shooters
on the homicide.

On the drug note,
we think the super's
telling the truth.

Meaning one corrupt cop minimum.

- That part doesn't
work out of this office.
- I.A.B. and the 27.

And it don't give you no reason
to get in bed with Fat Cat.

Be interesting to hear
who was on his payroll.

Looks to piggyback
one case on the other...

to get a bigger splash
for his boss,
this greasy little twerp.

- Don't bring it
into this office.
- How do I get to be the bad guy?

Ask your parents.

Hi. You called in
that Mrs. Torrence
and her daughter?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.
Do this with me.

Mrs. Torrence.

When there's developments
in a case we try to let
you know about them.

- Have there been arrests?
- There have been, yes.

We've arrested two men
we believe did
the actual shootings,

and we put a warrant
out for a man
we think gave the order.

His lawyer's bringing him in.

Why did you accuse my brother
of being involved again?

We were verifying that he
wasn't involved. Sometimes
you take interview techniques,

you make it seem that you
think something that you don't.

Taking his word would've been
out of the question.

Under these circumstances,
yes, it would have, ma'am.

Excuse me.

We wanted to tell you
about the arrest,

and we understood
and appreciated what
Kwasi's role had been.

Yesterday Hanna said
she believed that
her dad was a hero,

and that's what our
investigation proved.

What it's worth, uh,
I had some respect for him too.

He could've jammed me up
on this job when him and me
got into it,

but he said his piece
to me man-to-man
and left it there.

- Can we go?
- I'd also say to Hanna...

it's hard to lose a dad before
his time, 'cause that happened
with my son,

and I'm sorry
for you on that score.

You just remember that's the man
who called your father a nigger.

Please, don't say that to her.

It, uh...
It was circumstances that
I think you know about,

but I don't think she
could understand that.

I don't ever want her
to understand someone
using that word.

You called him a nigger.

- Are you a bigot
and a hypocrite too?
- I apologize then.

People who hated him alive
don't get to say
nice things now.

Hanna, I...

I apologize for using
that word about your father.

All right.

♪♪

I'm Leonard Moscoso,
Oswaldo Mendoza's attorney.

- I thought Moscoso's his doctor.
- I believe Felix Moscoso
is his doctor.

Mr. Mendoza's ill
and can't look at your lineup.

- Yeah? Can we bring him
a photo array?
- At present, he's too ill.

Look, he can make the I.D.'s off
the record if he wants. We'll go
at these guys a different way.

- We want an indication we're
looking at the right people.
- Mm-mm. Too ill.

So how come he picked up
the phone at home when
we asked him to come in?

People don't have to be
in hospitals to be sick.

We're gonna have to kick
this guy who could've
given up his accomplice.

Two murderers your client
can get off the streets. We're
gonna have to turn 'em loose.

Don't pretend your client
Oswaldo wasn't working drug
deals out of that bodega,

Mr. Moscoso,
not with that
grocery selection.

As long as you're running
errands, you tell Oswaldo
he's a lying, gutless scumbag.

It's easy to have opinions not
having to live and do business
in the neighborhood.

My opinions don't depend
where I live.

Tell him he's a scumbag,
and he gets the neighborhood
he deserves.

- Good day.
- Good day.

-Hey, how's it going?
-Good.
How's yourself?

All right.

I guess we gotta
go kick this guy.

Did you hear her
tell that little girl
to hate me?

Yeah.

Come back from Vietnam,

I go right on the job.

Job don't send me
to the academy or nothing.

Puts me undercover right away,
'cause... cause I'm who
they're looking for.

Just out of the service,
working-class guy...

All the credentials for being
some disillusioned asshole who
wants to piss on everything...

I just spent
two and a half years
getting shot at about.

I don't even get
to be with cops
when I'm debriefed.

Some guy in the bottom
of the post office building...

takes my information
and tells me what to do.

Jerk in a suit...
He don't even tell me his name.

He has me join
the Young Patriots.

It's... It's like
the women's auxiliary
for the Black Panthers.

I get to bring
the Panthers coffee
and lead cheers.

"Right on," you know.
"Oh, you said a mouthful,
brother."

"Let's definitely take
that bank off."

Then I go work my cover job
unloading furniture.

And then I go home and I drink
myself stupid so as not to run
my head into the wall,

thinking how much I hate
what I'm doing.

I sat in rice paddies the night
so dark you didn't know
which way was up,

wanting to scream and shoot
your gun off for light and you'd
know where the hell you were,

so I could come home and do
chores and hear my country get
pissed on by a bunch of spades!

Hey, Andy!
Don't start talking like that,
all right?

I'm trying to explain
something to you.

And I'm telling you
that when you use
that kind of language,

I can't get to
what you're saying.

You don't have
to call 'em spades
to tell what happened.

- Spades is how I feel.
- You call that
little girl a spade?

She's not who
I was talking about.

Well, that's who I see
when you're talking.
You follow my problem?

Hey, forget about it.
You have a nice night.

I was trying to explain
something to you.
Excuse me for...

For trying to talk
to my partner.

Go ahead, partner.

It was hard for me.
You understand that, huh?

Come back to the world...
Least I... I thought I could
talk to somebody,

and maybe somebody, uh,
respects what I did.

I dreamt of being a cop.

Now a cop sees me
on the street he spits...
he spits on the ground.

And I know he's supposed to,
'cause I'm kissing
bastards' asses...

want to blow up the bank
that my mother pays
her house loans at.

And I'm telling these bastards
how brave and great
I think they are.

How I loved it when my dad...
He-He finally saved enough...

after he's in the service
to move us from the Quonsets.

And we're finally
in a decent neighborhood
until they move in.

I gotta fight to keep
my lunch money, and the project
turns into a sty.

And he gets his eye put out
by one of 'em drunk
with a hammer...

who don't want
his gas meter read.

To have her tell
that little girl to hate me...

I try to do my job.

Put your own feelings aside
unless they show you
they're wrong.

And that sweet little girl
is told to hate me.

But what is she supposed to do,
Andy? She supposed to feel
sorry for you?

She's supposed to think
it's okay you call
her father a nigger...

because you had
bad times growing up?

I had bad times from them people
my whole life.

Hey, my dad got his ass kicked
at shape-ups...

by white longshoremen
for being dark-skinned.

I don't hate them people,
and I don't hate you.

But I'm supposed to care
what happened to her people
300 years ago.

There you go.

At least she shook my hand.

Yeah.

I don't think
she hated me that much.

♪♪