All language subtitles for FBI S05E05 Flopped Cop

Eva won her big race.

She can't wait
to show you her medal.

And Bella made you
some brownies.

Right.
Well, GPS says 26 minutes.

The girls are so excited.

Good.

Man, I am too.

They can't wait
for you to get home.

Oh, and we're all packed
for the beach.

It's been a crazy week.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Love you.

Love you too.

It's a little
hard to tell now,

but our vic is Frank Leone,
58, out of Forest Hills.

Forest Hills.
That's a nice address.

My dad used to drive us around
pointing at all the big houses

giving us the someday speech.

The American dream.

Guess this is the flipside
of all that aspiration.

That's $30,000 hanging
off of a dead man's wrist.

Means the shooter
only wanted one thing.

Make sure he was dead.

Between the bling
and the two shooters,

we figured it's a hit.

So the boss says let's put some
federal tax dollars to work.

Okay.
We appreciate the heads up.

These are assault
shotgun rounds.

Heavy duty stuff.

We used them in Mosul
for close quarters work.

Work?

Work.

Let's go ahead
and bag up the shells.

See if we can dig out any slugs

and pull for prints or DNA.

And let's dust
and scrub this door.

Shooter had to get in pretty
close for this final headshot.

Maybe we'll get lucky
with some prints.

There any cameras
in the area?

One by the entrance
of the paper plant, broken.

- That's our only witness?
- Yep.

He says there were
six or seven others,

but they just skedaddled.

They know something we don't?

In this neighborhood,
snitches get stitches.

That one's a newcomer.

He gave me the whole
defund the police rant.

So I'm rolling
around the corner.

And first, I'm thinking like,

"This has to be, like,
a movie set or something."

But then I'm realizing, there's
no crew, there's no camera,

so then it hits me,
it's like, "Oh, wow.

This is like that real-deal
New York stuff."

Right.
So you said two shooters?

Driver was 6'2"-ish,
passenger was 5'6"-ish?

Correct.

The two shooters
were wearing masks.

Did you see their hands?
Maybe notice what race?

Mm, tall dude was white.

And the other maybe brown-ish?

Speaking of which, if you cops
were nicer to people of color,

you might have a little
more help around here.

We are not cops.
But thank you for that tip.

We will do just that.

Anything else?
Anything at all stand out?

The one who fired
the pistol was a lefty.

Okay, good.

The van, did you catch a plate?

Maybe notice any other
details about the vehicle?

One of the hubcaps
was missing, like,

the thing in the middle,

the little, like,
emblem thingy.

Uh, passenger side, front tire.

You don't miss much, do you?

I'm an artist.

Details are my life.

Ours too.

Thanks.

The killers went right
on Broadway.

Okay.

Let's work our way out
from there.

All right, so our two perps
escaped in a what?

- Black Ford van. Morning.
- Yeah.

This is bodega footage two
blocks from the crime scene.

Front wheel does match
the witness description.

We were able to track them
for a dozen blocks or so,

then we lose them.

Get any quality shots
of the perps?

Uh, there's not enough
for facial rec,

but the biometrics can
confirm heights on both

the driver and the passenger.

Based on make and model,
driver is 6'1",

and riding literal shotgun
is a 5'7" individual.

Okay, so that all jibes
with the eyewitness statement,

plus the passenger is smoking
with his left hand.

It looks like they obscured
the license plate, yeah?

That's correct.

All right, let's put
a BOLO out on the van

and let's flip to our victim,
Mr. Frank Leone.

So who was he?
Why was he killed?

Hobbs, talk to me.
What do we know?

He was an accountant,
25 years at Ernst and Young.

Went on his own five years ago,
and look at this:

he was liquidating his assets
a week ago,

moving everything into cash.

And so was his wife.

Well, maybe they're
bearish on the stock market.

Or something else.

Ivy League, MBA, Lions Club.

Let's be honest, solid citizens

don't get rubbed out
on city streets.

We need more.

Does he have any enemies,
any debts he won't pay?

I mean, this could be anything,
a love triangle gone bad.

Don't make me use
my imagination, folks.

I need facts.

Has anyone
contacted the widow?

Uh, yeah, OA and Nina
just landed in Forest Hills.

So hopefully Mrs. Leone
can enlighten us.

I don't know.

Really. He never says much.

Said much.

I mean, he works,
and I do the kids.

So I can't really help much.
I just--I can't.

But Miss Leone, your husband
was murdered today.

And you're being a bit
evasive with us.

Was there something going on
between the two of you?

Did he have somebody else?
Did you--

What? Me? Us?
No, nothing like that.

Well, we know that
you sold your house recently

and that you've been
transferring lots of cash

to your various
different bank accounts.

What, with this market,
we need a reason

to make a move towards cash?

Is that a crime?

Hawaii?

Yes.

For our tenth, we swam
with the dolphins.

It's a beautiful family.

Thank you.
He loves his girls.

We think that this was a
targeted shooting, Miss Leone.

So anything that
you can tell us

about his personal life
or his work life,

all of it would be really,
really helpful.

I honestly don't know.

He had only one client.

He would allude to stuff
about his client

but never spell anything out.

Never even told me his name.

What kind of stuff?

If you are scared, Miss Leone,
that's okay

'cause we can protect you
and we can protect them.

But you're gonna
have to help us here,

and you're gonna have
to do that right now.

It might have been,
and I swear

that I am guessing, drugs.

Frank said he was not doing
anything illegal himself,

and he had this five-year plan,
and then we'd be set for life.

And that's why
we were cashing in.

There's gonna be some really
rough times ahead

for you, for them.

So knowing who
did this and why,

that's gonna be
really important,

especially for the girls.

Hold on.

He told me if anything happens,
this has everything.

All right, we figured out
who the mystery client is

and if he in fact
killed his money man?

Well, Leone's only client
is more like

a one-man conglomerate.

There are over 30 LLCs,
all set up offshore.

Caymans, Belize, Isle of Man.

Kind of instruments designed
to move and launder

lots of cash without a trace.

So I'm cross-referencing
any of the accounts

with all the
brick-and-mortar overlays,

and there's at least a dozen
buildings in Toronto

owned by a single trust
assigned to one of the LLCs,

and a Maria Rincon is listed
as president of that trust.

And she happens to be the
wife of Antonio Rincon.

Who is, wow, a major player.

Did some state time
for distribution,

had several arrests
for homicide

but strangely, no convictions.

Deep into narcotics,
runs high level robbery crews,

and sine qua non for gangsters
everywhere, murder for hire.

Widely known as El Feo.

All right, so our victim
was working for this El Feo,

an old school gangster
in a brave new world,

which means Client One
just became Target One.

Lookie here,
he's been tagged by the DOJ.

A secret grand jury
was convened

three months ago
to go after him.

Was Leone also a target
of the investigation?

I can't tell. It's weird.

Most of this is redacted.

Leone may have
been testifying.

All right, I'll go talk
to the U.S. Attorney.

All I can say for sure,
our case died with Leone.

- Did he flip on El Feo?
- Gave us everything.

But more importantly,
he was willing to testify.

We were less than a week away
from indicting that prick.

And somehow El Feo
found out about the betrayal.

I'm not sure.

This jury was
locked super tight.

Strictly need to know.

Only prosecutors
and the jurors.

Leone didn't even
have a lawyer,

and I know for a fact
he never told his wife.

All right.

First thing, I need a list
of those grand jurors.

We need to find that leak.
- Done.

You know, Izzy,
Leone was a good guy,

just got himself stuck
at the intersection

of greed and stupidity.

All right, folks,
any of our esteemed jurors

have any connections
to El Feo, to his gang,

to any known associates?

Any of those jurors have
any irregular influxes of cash?

Any major purchases?

Well, we got everyone
from a tech startup CEO

to a USPS letter carrier,

but there's only one juror
so far that jumps out,

a Mrs. Saunders.

Margaret Saunders.

On a medical assistant salary,
she made two deposits

over the past week of $9,000.

That's conveniently under
the federal reporting trigger.

Well, she hit it big at the
slots or Saturday night bingo?

Or maybe she's El Feo's source.

If that is the case,
how would she and El Feo

have found each other?

She's a middle class mom.
He's a depraved killer.

I think I have something.

She works for a dermatologist
in Midtown.

Yeah.

El Feo is a patient there.

All right, there it is.
Guilt by association.

It's like I always say,
never trust

your dermatologist's assistant.

So how do we find this
Mrs. Margaret Saunders?

She's in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn.

All right, Tiffany
and Scola are closest.

Let's go ask her
about this sudden windfall.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Saunders?

Miss Saunders?

Miss Saunders?

So they did the husband quick
and the wife slow?

They wanted to know
if she told anyone about

her side hustle with El Feo.

Hey.
Ballistics are a match.

The kill shot on Leone
is from the same gun

that killed the Saunders.

Killing Leone
was a no-brainer for El Feo.

And the minute
Leone was dead,

Mrs. Saunders became a threat
that had to be eliminated.

Right, so El Feo
pays Saunders to be a mole,

then he tortures and kills her
and her husband.

Question is,
how do we bring him down?

As far as I can tell,
we don't have any evidence.

I worked with a cop
who was cousins with El Feo.

I--I can reach out to him.

He might be a way in for us.

Do you really think he'd
help us against a relative?

He contacted me
a few weeks back.

He got pinched with an
unregistered firearm.

He said he needed some help,
so he might be worth a shot.

Okay.

Feel him out. The mayor.

Your Honor.

All right, Hobbs,
what do you got?

We just found the kill car
in the Bronx.

We found the black van.
- All right.

I'm checking with the NYPD
ARGUS camera on that block.

- There's our two shooters.
- Yeah.

Please tell me you have a
good enough angle to ID them?

Uh, not enough
for our lefty shooter, but...

Yeah, there you go,
Marcus Thierre.

Okay.
Tell me about Marcus Thierre.

Ex-con, just released
after serving time

for armed robbery,
and he's 6'1".

Looks like he has
five more months to go

at a halfway house--
Williamsburg.

Okay, great,
you guys head over there

and talk to him,
I'll shoot you the deets.

Marcus?

Guy's solid.

Keeps to himself, mostly.

- We need to pick him up.
- Yeah.

For all the times he
didn't keep to himself.

Can you call him?

Tell him you're
bringing up a package?

Marcus.

FBI!

- Get back!
- He's got a gun!

Get down. Get down.

Stay there!

Suspect is running
out of the park.

Shots fired, shots fired.

We got eyes on him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, man!

He's gone.

Hey.

We heard shots.
Are you guys okay?

Yeah. We're good.

Okay.

Let's work with NYPD
on containment, okay?

Yeah.

Hey, Jubal,
any luck on your end?

No, not yet, but containment
is being activated.

We put out a BOLO, and we're up

on every camera
in the vicinity.

So I'll let you know
when we get a hit.

Okay.

Hey, my cop friend, Ralphie,
wants to talk.

- That's great news.
- Yeah.

Let's pay him a visit.

A hardware store?

Thought you said
this guy was a cop.

He was.

He--um, he got flopped
while he was on probation.

They're always trying to make
an example out of somebody.

He just had bad luck.

NYPD and its lingua franca.

Flopped, makes it sound like
there's a comedy involved.

There's nothing funny
about losing your dream job.

Look, Stuart, he's a good guy.

He's just had it rough
the past few years.

His brother overdosed
on drugs a few years back,

and they were really close,
so he kind of

spiraled out after that.

Started taking a lot of risks,
acting crazy.

But he's back on his feet now.

And he got this business
from his dad after he passed.

Yeah, you're a lucky man, Stuart.

Yeah, Tiff's not gonna
say it out loud,

but she was first in our class
over at the academy.

Even won company sharpshooter.

All right.
That's enough butt kissing.

I mean,
she's modest to a fault.

Enough.

Okay.

Let's talk about
something else.

Like my cousin El Feo.

Primo supremo.

You still see him?

Yeah, he's always after me,
man, you know?

Wants me to come use my skills,
do B&E jobs,

promises me riches.

Like, I wanna work for a guy
who kills half his employees.

You talk lately?

Yeah, El Feo
reached out last week,

invited me over to his place.

Likes to show off his mansion.

He's moving on up, you know?

Well, if you wanna help us
take him down,

plant a wire, get him talking,
maybe that gun charge--

Wait, wait, wait, you said
you can't help with that.

You said that's a State beef.

No, no, no,
what I said was that I--

And can you believe that
that rat fink prosecutor

telling me that I deserve
to go away for a year and a day

like I'm some mutt
off the street?

No, but that animal, El Feo,

he kills people for fun,
he gets a mansion, fancy cars.

And you know just as well
as I do that that scumbag,

he killed my brother Michael.

No, no, no,
we don't know that.

Yeah, I do know that!

And that's a fact, Tiff!

Tiff, he running
this neighborhood.

Who you think supplying
all the heroin here?

Come on.

And if it's cut with fentanyl,
guess what?

It's because of him.

He's telling his people
to do it.

Okay, look,

maybe you should just use this
as motivation to take him down.

So we good?

You in?

Hey, anybody back there?

Ralphie, you in?

Yeah. I'm in.

For pleasure.

- Okay.
- Yeah? All right.

I got you. I'm your man.

I gotta get back to work.
- Yeah.

I don't know about this, Tiff.

That's a lot of anger he's got
towards his cousin.

No, he can do it.
He's just, um...

Unhinged?

He just wears his heart
on his sleeve.

Look, he's a good guy,

and he deserves
a second chance,

so I'd really appreciate
your support on this.

Yeah.

Did he really lose his badge
for public intoxication?

He was on probation.
One strike, you're out.

But you think he's solid?
Dependable?

I do.

And you?

You met him?

Uh, yeah.

Good guy.

I think it's worth a shot.

Okay, good.

If he helps us out,
the Brooklyn DA's

willing to drop his case.

Okay. Thank you.

We can get this.

Okay, Ralphie,
this camera sees all.

Okay.

This earpiece just slides in.

Keeps us in constant communication.

No one will be able
to hear us except for you.

Gotcha.

This belt holds
two camera bugs.

Just slide them out when
you're ready to deploy.

- Easy enough.
- Mm-hmm.

You guys got some real
James Bond gack going on here.

So you know El Feo,
you know how he operates.

Sure.

So how do we get
the most bang for our buck?

Yeah, he holds court
in his kitchen.

He does his one-on-ones
up in his office

like he's the pope holding
audiences or something.

Okay. That's good.

We just need information
about El Feo

that ties him to the Leone
and Saunders murders.

I got you.

We also know that
he uses a burner.

All right, we're gonna
need you to clone it.

This is plug and play.
This phone into the burner.

Got it. Yep.

We're gonna be with you
the whole time, okay?

Remember, though,
nothing obvious.

Chitchat like always.

Tiff, I got this.

Just happy to be
back in the game.

All right,
let's go live on pole cam.

All right, let's hope
this dude is solid.

What does that mean?

He's a failed cop,
hoping for his day in the sun,

and we're sending him
into the dragon's lair.

Just give him a chance.

Hands out.

Really?

Gonna make you
frisk his own cousin now?

Man, he has us
frisk his own momma.

Yo, yo.
Up against the wall, gangsters.

This is a raid.
- Funny guy.

That guy
in the blue shirt,

that's Junior Ruiz,
known associate

of our other shooter,
Marcus Thierre.

Also a 5'7" lefty.

See? Ralphie's already
helping us out.

You finally made it.

You always telling me
I should drop by,

so here I am.

Ey, yo, cuz, for real, what you
doing blasting off in the hood

during my nap time?

So much for
run-of-the-mill chitchat.

You seriously can't
afford silencers now?

What is he doing?

Ralphie, knock it off.

I heard about that
tragedy that happened

in the old neighborhood.

Makes me sad.

But with violence
like that, Charlie,

how can people still wonder
why I left Brooklyn?

It's a beautiful picture
of Abuelita.

My abuelita.

You know she hated your

drug-dealing ass,
though, right?

Yeah, but she loved the
big-ass house I bought her.

Abuelita.

Yeah.

So you want to come
work for me?

I gotta ask, primo.

Why now?

Tell him you wanna
buy out your building.

You're tired of your
landlord raising your rent.

'Cause, man--

hey, look, you know
what my business has become.

I got old people
losing their keys.

I got to go let 'em in.
I don't even wanna charge 'em.

I didn't ask you what
was wrong with your life.

I asked you why now.

Why now I'm suddenly not
so horrible to work for?

It's simple.

'Cause I got to get mine.

I'm tired of playing
by the rules

and living like a peasant.

That's the truth.

I don't buy it, Ralphie boy.

Hey, look.

I can open any safe
that they make.

And outside of the
military-grade stuff,

I can get around
any alarm system.

You hear this guy?

All the sudden, he wants
to be a master criminal?

Once a cop, always a cop.

- We need to pull him.
- No. Just give him a chance.

Tiff, you're gonna get
your friend here killed.

I was a cop for six months,
ten years ago, dummy.

And they flopped my ass.

Man, what--

Okay, you know what? Ey, fine.

Fine. All right.

I'll take my skills and my
infectious charm elsewhere.

I got a bunch of major
scores mapped out too.

You know, if you're
not smart enough to get

on the train, hell, man--
- Ralphie, relax.

I'm interested.

So you keep talking and maybe
we'll find something

that both of us
can do together.

Sounds good to me, cuz.

Thank you.

It's time to go to bathroom.

You mind if I hit the head?

Don't be so serious.

Trust me, if I
didn't bust his chops,

he'd know I was wired for sure.

All right. Got it.

Where's the office?

Well, don't worry.

I got mad lockpicking skills.

Wait, wait. Right there.

Right between the window
and the shelf.

All right.

Now where's the phone?

Bingo.

Cool. Simple.

Plug it into the cloning phone.

Hey, hey.

Where's Ruiz?

Hey, hey. Lock that door.

I need just a second.

No, you need to lock it now.

Lock it now.

Ralphie, don't move.

All right, you're good. Go.

Hey. Nice job.

Here you go.

You good?

I'm good.

Ralphie. What's up?

These guys in here
joking about it.

Living like--
living like movie stars.

I know who they are, Tiff.

I know what they do.

Know who they kill.

Makes me sick.

Yeah, well, because of you,

we're a lot closer
to taking him down.

Just feel like
I need a shower.

Just being next to that man.

And this prick,

this prick asked me if I wanted
to go fishing with him.

You believe that?

He's dropping bodies
all over the city,

but yeah, sure, let's go snag
some striped bass.

Like I got nothing better to
do than hang out with a killer.

Well, the good news is,
because you did your job,

I can help you
with your gun case.

And that we're gonna nail
El Feo, all right?

He's gonna pay for all the pain
and suffering he caused.

Silver lining, huh?

It ain't much,
but it's something.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We'll be in touch.

Yeah.

All right. Thank you.

See? I told you he's good.

We got what we needed.
- No, Tiff.

We just got really lucky.

Let's see the fruits
of the cloned phone.

El Feo's burner only called
one other phone

when the murders
were going down,

and that same phone was
at the scene of both killings.

Where is that
phone right now?

It is on and pinging
off a cell tower in Yonkers.

Narrowing it down.

Gonna take a wild guess
and say we're about

to reconnect
with Marcus Thierre.

Okay, that phone was
at an address, 264 Garnet,

for the last hour and a half.

And it is now just down
the street from there.

Our friends in the Yonkers PD
have cameras on that block?

Uh, none of their city cams,

but the PD up there
has an agreement

with commercial properties.

I can pick up a camera
across the street

at an urgent care center.

And there it is in all its
art deco glory, 264 Garnet.

Can you scrub back and feather
in some biometrics?

I'll lay in
some facial rec and...

This is from 12 minutes ago.
- Okay. There he is.

And he's holding...

shopping bags.

They empty?

Is he going grocery shopping?

There's a DeCicco's Market
four blocks away.

That's where the phone is now.
- Wow. Okay.

Well, I guess even killers
have to eat.

Hey, Tiff, Scola,
we've located your elusive pal.

Head over to the City of Hills.

FBI, don't move.

Your kid is gonna be
a grandparent

before you're
on the streets again.

Let's go.

The good news
for you, Marcus,

is that you are a small fry.

So you help us
catch the big guy

and maybe you can avoid
the death penalty.

I got nothing for you.

He's sticking to his story.

It's uncanny.

It really is.

She does have your eyes.

No DNA test needed.

It's incredible, right,
that new baby smell,

when you hold them close?

There's nothing like it
in the world,

especially not when
they're yours.

You, Marcus,
are at a fork in the road.

And so is your baby girl.

The fact is, assassinating
a grand jury witness,

best case scenario,
you are looking at supermax.

That's 23 hours a day
inside of a windowless box.

No human contact
with anyone for decades.

Decades, Marcus, you can
forget about your baby.

Are you really gonna choose
the tough-guy dumbass road?

Come on, Marcus.
Don't ruin her life.

Man.

Blood wins every time.

Okay, we want the name
of the other shooter.

Who is it?

It's Junior Ruiz.

We're gonna need
more than that, okay?

One killer's word over another

gets us zilch,
and you, even less.

All right, then how about
the murder guns, huh?

With Ruiz's fingerprints
all over them?

Where are they?

We dumped them
in the river there,

right off of Hell Gate Park.

Okay, now El Feo.

All right, look,
I work for Ruiz, okay?

He says we have work to do,
that is all I know.

So you're tell us that El Feo
told Ruiz what to do, right?

That's the story
you're gonna stick with.

Okay.
We got enough to grab Ruiz.

And if Ruiz flips,

we'll have enough
to grab El Feo.

Mm-hmm.

Junior Ruiz!

FBI! Anybody home?

Hello?
- OA.

Come look at this.

It's his car.
- Yep.

Someone forced him
to overdose.

El Feo must have heard
that we grabbed Marcus,

so he killed Ruiz to tie off
the investigation.

Definitely fits within
his pattern to obliterate

any and all threats.

Look, we need
to bring El Feo in.

The case isn't perfect,
but we need to get

this prick off the streets.
- Okay.

I'll call Isobel, get her okay.

FBI. Hands up.

This one wants to play dumb.

What about you?

Where's El Feo?

No Ingles.

No El Feo, boss.
He's in the wind.

Mr. El Feo was not
at his house.

That means he is in the wind
for now.

Question, how did he get away,
where is he going, and why?

Is he actually running or is
he just out running errands?

Okay,
we've been scrubbing through

all the pole camera coverage,
and there's no sign

of El Feo leaving his premises.

Only a Suburban driven
by one of his crew.

I'll track that.

And this is a camera
half a mile from his house.

There is the Suburban.
- Yeah, yeah. Right there.

So what, he snuck out
of his own house?

Well, guy's a pro.

Knows someone's
always watching him.

Where--where is
that car right now?

Based on traffic cameras,
our last sighting is

the exit for Randall's Island.

All right, hey, Tiff,

any idea where El Feo
might be heading?

Actually, our CW Ralphie said

El Feo invited him
to go fishing.

If he's on Randall's Island,
he might be

headed for Little Hell Gate.

Okay, so our bad guy
is looking

for a little unmolested angling
in the midst of a bloodbath?

You guys head out there.
I'll send back up.

This is Ralphie's car.

There's blood here.

Some more right here.

So maybe El Feo saw through
Ralphie's song and dance?

This way.

Look, your friends are here.

What the hell are you doing?

You stay out of this, Tiff.

You gotta put that gun down.

Nah, this lying prick
right here,

he's always giving
these big speeches

about protecting
the neighborhood,

about sticking together,
about loyalty!

Ralphie, put the gun down!

He killed my brother!

He shot that stuff
up his nose, not me.

Ralphie,
this is the last thing

Michael would want you to do.

Nah, nah.
Mike hated this prick.

Ralphie, we got him
on the murder charges, okay?

And how long you guys
been trying?

For years, right, huh?
- You got to trust me, Ralphie.

It's a rock solid
death penalty case.

He's gonna buy thousands
of lawyers.

And he's gonna walk away.
He always does.

Okay, you can go on
with your life,

but you got to
put the gun down.

Yeah, sure. Right?

What, they gonna give me
a pass, huh,

for killing Ruiz?
I ain't that dumb.

No, the right jury
will see he had it coming.

You don't have the balls, cobarde.

Ralphie.

All right, you're not
leaving me a choice.

Well, we gotta do what we
gotta do then, huh, Tiff?

Come on, Ralphie,
just put the gun down.

Now!
- He's not listening!

- Quiet!
- Ralphie, please?

Drop the gun!

This lowlife ain't
walking away today.

We need a ambulance
at Little Hell Gate now.

Ralphie.

Come on, Ralphie!

You know, trust me,

I get wanting to avenge
a murdered brother.

Six months after 9/11,
all I wanted to do

was drink and kill.

But you didn't.

Well, I mean, kill, at least.

Walked away
from a ton of money,

become a field agent.

Man, the things that grief
will make a person do.

Tiff, you had no way
of knowing that Ralphie

was gonna go after El Feo.

No, but I know
who Ralphie is.

Was.

He is a wild man.
He just is.

So I gotta ask,
why'd you put him under?

I was a big reason why
Ralphie's life fell apart.

What do you mean?

The night that Ralphie
got flopped,

we went out drinking
after a funeral for this cop.

We got really drunk and
pulled this stupid-ass prank,

and Ralphie was the only
one that got caught.

The brass leaned on him hard
for names.

But he wouldn't roll.

And so they flopped him.

They took his badge.

If it wasn't
for Ralphie's loyalty,

I'd have got blown up too.

So I guess we both owe
Ralphie a big thank you.

To Ralphie.

To Ralphie.