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To tell you the truth,
Christine Cagney,
I yearn for you.

I burn for you.

Wake me when he says
something interesting.

Until I see
Isbecki walk in here
and tell me he's fine,

I gotta figure
they're going to kill him.

I've got no feelings.
It's my job.

Oh, I see.
Punch in, have coffee,
take a life.

Isbecki could die
because I screwed up.

Get your hands over your head!

If Isbecki dies,

man, we ain't gonna care
who we expose to find out
who did it.

Oh, excuse me, sir.
I would have been here sooner,

but I thought
there was gonna be
four of you.

Isn't one of me enough?

Oh, come on, Isbecki,
that's about the worst line
I've ever heard.

Yes, sir.
Would you
like to order now?

Sounds good to me.
I was thinking of
a little takeout.

I take it back.
This one's gonna be worse.

- After work, if you're free...
- After work, if you're free,
is that right?

I'm sorry.
I'm not on the menu.

- Very nice. Very nice.
- Way to tell him, lady.

Probably married
or something, anyway.

Of course,
I don't really care because,

to tell you the truth,
Christine Cagney,

I long only for you.
I pine for you.

I yearn for you.
I burn for you.

Wake me when he says
something interesting. Okay?

Oh, hold it.
I've got some company.
We'll be talking to you.

You from Tony Brown?

Yo.

Yo? What, he's under cover
as Sylvester Stallone?

Hey, Tony said you might
have some chauffeur work
available, huh?

Maybe.

They don't have
any egg fu yong.

Hey, there's no worry.
I've been stealing cars
all my life.

Hey, why don't you
cool it with the...

I can't eat this spicy
garbage. I'll be up all night
with heartburn.

Hey, why don't you just
give me your shopping list
and I'll get it for you?

Listen. My problem's
always been selling them.

Where do you guys
unload these...

All right,
none of your business
is where.

Don't be nervous.

Selling them is stupid.
What's a new Porsche
worth, $25,000?

You chop that same car
into parts,
sell them separate,

you're looking at 60 grand.
And no registration problems.

Smart. How much do I get?

Hundred-and-a-half per.

Two.

What kind of Chinese is this?
They don't even have
chop suey.

Would you get off my case?

Can't we go to Fung Ling,
Joe? I mean, you love
the wonton soup there.

All right. Fung Ling.

- You mind?
-Fung Ling.

- Where's that?
- This way.

- Aren't we gonna follow?
- I know Fung Ling.

We'll get there first.

- We'll be less conspicuous.
- All right.

You know,
I just had a taste
for Italian.

What do you think, Joe?
You know, that new place
we went last week.

Italian. Yeah,
that sounds good.
Sausage and pepper.

Chinese, damn it.
Go to Fung Ling.

-What about you guys?
-It's okay
with me, I guess.

- You remember the way?
- Yeah, no problems.

Isbecki,
find out where it is.

What's the name of
that restaurant again?

Hey, what's it to you, man?
Are you writing a book
or something?

Hey, man, I just
want to know where
I'm eating, that's all.

I don't remember.
It's Italian.

- We've gotta go back.
- Turn here.

Oh, my Lord.

- Back it up. Back it up.
- I can't.

- Back it up!
- Move it, damn it!

Hey, will you guys
move out of the way...

Hey, wait, wait.
Joe, Joe.

Hey, you say
you know Tony Brown
from school, right?

- Yeah, right.
- So, tell me,
where'd you go to school,
man, Harlem?

Yeah.

You know what?
You're a liar, man.

Grab him, Dave.

Hey, what do you guys
think you're doing, man?

Wait, wait, wait.
Joe, Joe, look.
This guy's a cop.

What are we gonna do
with a cop, man?

- Why does everything
happen to me?
-Get him out of here.

Wait a minute,
let me get the wires.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

I want you to clear
all airwaves. We've got
an emergency here.

- We got a 10-53 and a 10-13.
- Come on!

We got a kidnap in progress.
Clear it out,
this is Detective Car 12.

We've gotta go on
the assumption that
his life's in danger.

You didn't
hear these guys, Lieutenant.

They're just
smalltime car thieves.
They're not cop killers.

You back an animal
into a corner,
and he becomes a killer.

Until I see
Isbecki walk in here
and tell me he's fine,

I gotta figure
they're going to kill him.

Petrie, you know Tony Brown?

The stoolie? Yeah,
I know him from my days
on the beat in Harlem.

Yeah, well, we used him
on this. You find him,
'cause he's a key.

In the meantime,
La Guardia, Davidson,
you hit the files.

We're looking for
known felons, recently
released or on parole.

You got it.

Cagney, Lacey,
I want you to check out
salvage operators.

Get whatever you can.

Drop everything else,
'cause we're staying on this

and only this
until we get Isbecki.

looking for a front end
on a '76 Stingray.

Let me call you back.

Can we stick
to the subject here?

Did he say a front end?

Yeah, a front end.
Could we just get back
to what we were talking about?

I haven't got a front end!
I've got a rear end, '75,

but you wouldn't want that.

Hello?

He hung up.

- He'll call back, sir.
- We're talking about
chop shops.

- What?
- Chop shops in the area.

Oh, hell, they've got them all
over the place, not just in
this area. Chicago...

I know that, Mr. Boston.

Very big operation in Chicago.

What we need...

We got a late model Porsche
Solex carb.

They'll call back.

You've got
a very bad attitude,
bright eyes.

Hey, look,
I'm just trying here.

What do you want from me?
I don't run a chop shop here.

I would if I had the clangers
or the Mediterranean backup,
but I don't.

Well, that's great.
You're talking to two cops,

saying you'd be a felon
if you could get away with it.

All I'm saying is they're
making out a hell of a lot
better than I am.

- Because they underbid.
- Right, you got it. Bingo.

Look, a call comes
over that speaker
for a part, see?

Joe Blow Salvage Smack,
he offers bottom-line price.

Then the smart chop shop guys,
they get on that phone

and they drop the price
by 100 or so.

They might not even
have the part, you know.

But they make the sale
and they get one of
their bobbers

to go out and steal
that particular part.

I mean, how long does it take
to bob, 30 seconds?

Anyone out there
got an Aston grille?

Listen, that's my telephone!

Do you know anybody
in the area who's doing
a lot of heavy underbidding?

I don't know.
Everybody, nobody.

Why don't we just cut
the tap-dance, huh?
A cop's life's in danger.

So what,
the world stops turning?

Anybody out there got
a five-speed transmission
for an Audi Fox?

Mr. Boston, you can do us
and yourself a favor.

If you hear anything
over the loudspeaker...

If I do, I'll call.

After I call them and try
to see if they can
sell me a franchise.

Hello.

...keep going.
Keep going. That's it.

Thanks.

You know, my cousin's been
looking for a door for
his Maserati for six months.

Oh, yeah?
Well, we get them in here
all the time.

- How much?
- I don't know, man.
I just cut them.

But you wouldn't find yourself
a better deal anywhere else.

Billy, Dave,
come in here a second.

We gotta snuff him.

I didn't get in this
to murder nobody.
Forget it.

Just check yourself.

I could come down on you
or him. Our benefactor's
in no mood to play.

- Billy.
- Wait, Joe...

Billy.

- You're a good friend
of Tony Brown.
- Yeah.

Did he burn us?

Huh?

Mr. Fisher.
What's the word, man?

Officer Petrie,
long time no see.

Detective. You know I copped
the gold shield, brother.

Yeah, I heard.
Congratulations.

I'm looking for Tony B.

Tony B?
You been over to his place?

Yeah.

Well, I haven't seen him.

Well, if you do,
give me a holler, man.
Call the 14th.

Mmm-hmm.

Help! Help! Help!

Hey, brother,
help this woman.

Watch your step.

Police!

Police!

Halt! Halt!

Get back!

Police!

Excuse me, Officer!
Excuse me, Officer!
Excuse me, Officer.

Excuse me, Officer.

Police.

Halt! Don't do it.

Don't do it!

We tried salvage yards
and repair shops
to see who underbids.

- Did you find anything?
- No luck. Anything here?

Well, Petrie shot
an 18-year-old purse snatcher
up in Harlem. Kid's dead.

- Oh, Lord, how's Marcus doing?
- Okay, I guess.

Can you help me out
over here? There must be
1,000 of these things.

- You got Manhattan?
- Yeah.

- Then I'll take Queens.
- Okay.

Yeah. Hello.

I'm looking for
a transmission
for an '81 380SL.

What's the lowest bid
you can give me?

Did you find anything?

Nothing. I heard
what happened.
Are you all right?

He drew, I fired.
I'm fine.

- What'd the Duty Captain say?
- Justifiable.
It's a good shoot.

This is ludicrous.
I've got to find Tony Brown.

Isbecki is
out there somewhere.

They're making me sit here
and wait for
the Review Board interview.

- You wanna do the Bronx?
- Sure.

We're looking for
the lowest bidder.

Yes,
what can you do for...

- Detective Petrie.
- Yes.

Can I have a word with you?

Daniels, can I help you?

Hello, Lieutenant. No,
we just need a photograph
of Detective Petrie.

- For what?
- Press release.

Excuse me. Towards what end?

Community relations,
image enhancement,
you understand.

Certainly, I do.
Black child killed by a cop
could cause a problem.

But show my black face
and maybe everybody'll
stay cool.

Look, we don't want
any incidents
like they had in Miami.

And so I become the poster boy
in some racist publicity game.

I understand that you're not
happy, but I need this
for this afternoon's paper.

I'm afraid you don't have
much choice in the matter.

- I'll be damned if I don't.
- Now, wait. Hold it.

Daniels, I cannot allow this.
I need Petrie
back up in Harlem.

His partner is missing,
for God's sake.

You put his picture
in the paper,
you take his shield away.

- Listen, I understand
the difficulty...
- Like hell you do.

...but we're dealing
with a case of
greater evils.

The hell you do.

- City Hall...
- I am not doing it.

You wouldn't want my picture
if I were white.

Well, maybe you wouldn't
have shot so fast
if the kid was.

Look, I didn't come here
to debate.

Lieutenant, this order
comes from the very top.

Now, either Detective Petrie
complies or I bring him up
on charges.

- Detective Petrie.
- What?

Give me that!

Easy. Easy.

All right,
get out of here.

Sorry. I lost my temper.

Al Brunley. The last address
we had was 3972...

Don't give me that, Wilson.
You owe us.

What is taking so long?
Please give it to...
I'll do it myself.

14th Squad, Detective Lacey.
May I help you?

Just a moment, sir.

Christine, pick up on three.
Petrie, trace on three.

Yes, sir, I'm on the line
and my partner is also.

This is Cagney.

I know where your cop is.

Is he hurt? Where is he?

Slow down. Slow down.

All right. I'm a cutter
in a chop shop.

You understand?
You know what that is?

Yes.

Okay, I'm greedy,
but I'm no killer.

Are you telling us
he's gonna be killed?

Unless you can give me
immunity, then right.

Well, we can try, sir.

No, you better do it.

We can do it.

The DA's office
will probably want
you to testify.

No way, no way.

Now, wait a minute, come on.
You wanna play?

No, absolutely no way.

You listen, I want that
put down on
those immunity papers.

I don't turn
no state's evidence.

Right, I'm gonna call you back
at 3:00, you understand?

And I want you to bring
the papers over,
and I'm gonna read them.

And if everything's okay,
you'll get your cop.

- Nothing.
- 3:00.

Do you think he'll deliver?

- It's the only lead we've got.
- We need it by 3:00, sir.

I'll get it.
I don't know how,
but I'll get it.

One other thing,
he wants no state's evidence
on the papers.

- You agreed to that?
- Well, he didn't
give us much choice.

Sorry, sir. Does that mean
the DA's gonna want
a pound of flesh?

That I wouldn't mind.
He's gonna want my soul.

I'll go check the backup.

Marcus.

- Well?
- No dice.

The Duty Captain says
you can't go on backup

until you finish
the FRB interview.

What the hell
am I supposed to do?

Well, if Samuels isn't back
in 12 minutes,
it won't make a difference.

Hey, Marcus, can I talk?

I know that we're in
an emergency situation here,

so you haven't had time
to sort out your stuff.

- What stuff?
- About the shoot.

There's no stuff
about the shoot.
The perp had a gun.

Don't play me off, Petrie.
I know, okay?

I killed a kid
last year, remember?

I know all about
that Superman-on-the-job
business.

Oh, you do?

Yes, I do,
and as soon as
we find Isbecki,

you're gonna have to
go over your feelings

about shooting that boy today.

I've got no feelings.
It's my job.

Oh, I see.
Punch in, have coffee,
take a life, punch out.

You better get back in there
or you're going to miss
the call.

We'll find him, Chris.

I should have waited
at the restaurant.

I blew it.
A simple tail and I blew it.

- It was a judgment call.
- And I blew it.

Isbecki could die
because I screwed up.

Would you quit
beating yourself up?
We will find him.

He's five minutes early.
Where is Samuels?

I don't know. Stall.

This is Detective Cagney.

Yes, I have
the papers right here.

I'm here.

Yes, I have them
right in my hand.

Right. Exactly as you asked,
no testimony.

All right,
give me the address.

I know where it is.

All right, 20 minutes.
We'll be there.

- Where?
- SoHo.

Here's the address.
Warn the backup.

- What're we gonna do?
-Meet you out front.

I got it.

But it's contingent
on being a material witness.

The DA just wasn't interested
in my flesh.

- The pickup is in SoHo, sir.
- He's not gonna go for it.

Well, you just have to
convince him. Follow him
if you have to.

Just get Isbecki back here.

Testing, testing,
testing. Can you hear me?

I read you loud and clear.
I got you.

What's the plan?

I don't know.

We'll figure it out
when we get there.

If we get there.

If he knows
we're looking for him,
and I'm sure he does...

Well, did you try Silky's?

What about Big Dee Hawkins?
She should know.

What?

You're a detective.
Use your imagination.

Tony Brown is no fool,
Taubeman.

Taubeman.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, what's going on
around here? This place
is like a morgue.

I saw your photograph
on the city desk.
What happened out there?

Read the press blotter.

Come on, Marcus,
I need a story.

I'm not allowed to discuss
the circumstances
of the shooting.

Then let's talk about
your reactions
to the incident.

No, let's not.
It's bad enough having
my picture in the papers.

That was done
without your consent?

Lynne. I can't give you
an interview.

Off the record then.

- Why?
- I'm curious.

No. I've got work.

They're running
your photograph
to cool off tempers uptown.

You don't mind
being a political pawn?

It wasn't my idea.

Then what about allegations
from some community leaders

that most cops
walk into a black neighborhood

with one hand on their
service revolvers,

the other hand
over their eyes?

But that wouldn't apply
in my case, would it?

I don't know.

When was the last time
you took your wife
to dinner in Harlem?

Three Sundays ago. Why?

A thoroughly assimilated
black man like yourself

could be diseased
with the same fears
as a white man.

- You're reaching.
- Am I?

Hell, Marcus, I don't go
uptown without a whistle,
Mace and my tennis shoes.

I admit it, why can't you?

Miss Sutter, you're gonna
have to leave here now.

The cavalry.

Take care, Detective Petrie.

Lieutenant from
the Firearms Review Board

is here
for your interview now.

Don't worry about it.
Looks good.

- Word on Tony Brown?
- No, not yet.

That kid
thinks we're being silly.

We look silly.
I didn't think they had
these things anymore.

I know he's watching us.

Probably. That's why
he wanted us both
in the same booth.

I wish I knew
where he was calling from.

Your guess is
as bad as mine.

We're going to have to
squeeze him.
Backup, stand by.

You take it.
You've got the wire.

Yeah.

Hello?

Okay. Okay, so far so good.
Now listen, this is how
we're gonna do this thing.

Hold it.

You're probably watching us.
So you can see
I have the papers.

So far you've been
calling this game, but now we're
gonna start doing things
a little differently here.

Forget it.

Look, you can be charged
with kidnapping,

conspiracy to murder
a police officer,
grand larceny.

And you can have yourself
a dead detective.

So you tell me,
what's it gonna be?

Not to mention
federal prosecution

for transporting stolen goods
across state lines.

You could get
at least 30 years
with consecutive sentencing.

The deal's off.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute!
Let's not blow this.

I'm just trying to show you
that we both have
something to offer.

You can't expect
total immunity without
some concessions.

Listen. We're gonna
do this thing my way or
we ain't gonna do it at all.

What's your way?

Okay. All right, now listen.
You have your partner
open the door.

Open the door.
He says open the door.

Okay, good.

There's a little girl
with a ball.
She's gonna come over.

I want you to give her
the papers.

Okay, she's gonna
bring the papers over
to me. You just sit tight.

You and your friend
wait there
in the booth.

He's hard to scare.
He'll never accept
those papers.

The kid went
around the corner.

Next move?

I don't know.
We can't wait here.

Well, we'd better
take the kid
while we can.

Backup, we're moving. Get her.

Hey! Hey, kid, halt, halt!

Watch the car,
watch the car! Hey!

He told me if you follow me

to run around the corner
and give this back to you.

Where is he?

He was in a coffee shop.

- All right.
- Easy.

Damn it!

Hey, Joe.

How about some water?

Okay.

Hey! Get him.

Come back here.

Go ahead, do it.

- Detective Cagney.
-Hey,
which one are you?

Excuse me?

Yeah, this is Merrill Boston.

You know,
Advance and Boston Salvage.

Mr. Boston,
do you have something for us?

Is this the one
with the fiery blue eyes?

What is this garbage?

That's you.
I couldn't remember.

Cagney, Lacey. Lacey, Cagney.
It's all Frick and Frack
to me.

Mr. Boston, I do not have time
to play games with you.

Now, do you have
anything for me or not?

You've got eyes
like a Siberian husky.

I'm hanging up.

No, wait a minute.
Wait a minute. I've got
some information for you.

Yeah, the guy's name
is Stobbart.

He runs an operation called
the Stallion Salvage.
Pretty good, huh?

- Is he an underbidder?
- Yeah, one of them, anyway.

Listen. You didn't
get that from me.

Thank you.

Hey, wait. You know,
you've got
a very cute nose, too.

Hello.

- What can I do for you?
- We'd like to look around.

- Do you have a warrant?
- Do we need one?

No. I'm just
a little tired today,
that's all.

What is it you're looking for?

Stolen vehicles.

Well, if you find any
out here, it'll be
news to me.

But be my guest
and give it your best shot.

Thank you.

But if I can help you
in any way,
I'll be inside.

Thanks.

- Now, where do we start?
- Do I know?

If Stobbart
is involved in this,
he sure is cool about it.

- What're we doing here?
- Wasting our time.

If he had Isbecki,
he wouldn't
be hiding him here.

So, we're back to square one.

Let's see what the computer
turns up on Stobbart.

Yeah.

God, that thing's gruesome.

I don't think
the cars feel it.

Hey, Joe.

If it was for me,
I hope you told her that
I was all tied up tonight.

Hey, you can at least laugh.

When you finish
with the Porsche, we go.

You go.

We go, all of us.

Hey, Joe, how come
we all have to go?

'Cause that's how
the order came down.

I don't like it.

Who gives a damn?
Hurry up with that car.

It's more than
three hours, and they
haven't found a thing.

- Of course they haven't
and they won't.
- Lieutenant.

Yeah, what?
I've got three men out there.

And obviously,
with all due respect, they're
not making any progress.

Juvenile called. They're
holding a suspect over there,
grand larceny auto.

- He claims to have worked
in a chop shop.
- Yeah, that's good.

- Oh, Isbecki's mother
called again.
- Good, thanks.

I know Tony Brown.
I can find him.

- Taubeman's got
your list of probables.
- Taubeman?

A stoolie like Tony Brown
isn't going to surface

without
some firsthand information.

Lieutenant, I can get it.

- Have you reached Morgan yet?
- Not yet.

Well, stay on it, will you?
Try him at Benny's
in the Village.

- So, what do you say?
- So, I already said no.

You're on modified assignment
until the FRB
completes that report.

You're playing technicalities.

Technicalities, huh?
Take a look at this.

Take a look at this, then
tell me how much good
you're gonna do in Harlem.

Anything?

No, sir. Stobbart doesn't
have a rap sheet.
We're waiting on the feds.

Chop shop.
Got out a month ago.
It's a long shot.

Lacey, I want you and Cagney
to go over and see
Isbecki's mother.

What are we looking for?

Well, she said he left
some case notes
over at her house.

- Petrie, interrogate this kid.
- Sure.

What kid?

A GLA suspect
supposedly stealing cars
for a chop shop.

Thank you, sir.

Wait, hold it.
Hold it, I changed my mind.

Cagney, I want you
to handle Mrs. Isbecki
on your own.

Lacey, I want you
to go with Petrie.

Wait a minute.
Why does she have to go
with me?

Because I said so.

- I don't need
a babysitter, Lieutenant.
- Come on, I know that.

Why can't you stop
trying to be
the great white father?

I have my own father,
thank you.

- Calm down.
- Damn it. If you people
would simply

- allow me to do my job!
- That's enough!

That is enough!
All right, Lacey,
watch out for him.

He's gonna hate it, sir.

I gave you an order!
Watch out for him!

Yes, sir.

Sorry, my boy
isn't talking,

so you two might as well
just truck on back
to the Precinct.

I beg your pardon.

All right, do you want it
in legal jargon?

I'm the court-appointed
counsel for Alfred Pathiev,

who chooses at this time
to exercise his constitutional
right to remain silent.

Have you heard about that?

We have,
and maybe you've heard

there's a detective out there
whose life is in danger.

Well, unfortunately for you,
the only life I'm concerned
with is Alfred Pathiev's.

We are not trying
to hurt him, Mr. Blair.

Right, and if I believe that,
you've got some nice story

about the tooth fairy, right?

Listen. Have a very
pleasant evening, and I'll
see you around the courthouse.

- You enjoyed this.
- Petrie.

You know something,
you're very lucky
I've got a bad memory.

Now, I'm gonna forget
you ever laid a hand on me.

I'm gonna find Tony Brown.

You can't go to Harlem now.
It's dangerous.
Your picture's in the paper.

- Isbecki's going to die.
- Don't say that.

Go on back to the Precinct.
I'll grab a cab uptown.

No. Either you come back
to work with me or I'm going
up there with you.

You and me, fellow.

Hey, baby.

Yo, Jimmy,
what it be like?

Don't shoot.

Now, back off that stuff.

Give me a break, man.
You know me.

Yeah.

I'm looking for Tony B.

Tony B. Tony B. Who?

Who?

You always use black
as a second language

when you come uptown?

Yes.

I suppose we make
an attractive couple,

killer cop
and his white broad.

I bet.

I hope you don't hate me
for saying this, Marcus.
I'm scared.

So am I.

Cagney, what did
Mrs. Isbecki tell you?

She said she hoped
Victor would settle down
with a nice girl one day.

- Oh, come on, Cagney.
- I'm telling you.

She said when he was
a little boy,

Victor didn't ever
wanna be a policeman,

that he wanted to be
a Wild West gunfighter.

But when you live in Brooklyn,
what're you gonna do?

- Did she have anything
on his case notes?
- Yeah.

Here.

"Warriors, plus five
and a half.
Clippers, Jazz, plus ten.

"Celtics plus six,
Lakers..."

- What the hell is this?
- His basketball point spread.

Oh, that's great.
That's terrific.

It's 3:45.

Give him two,
three more minutes.

If he doesn't deliver
an address, we move on.

I dunno where. We've
already hit all the spots
I could think of.

See, Tony knows
we're looking for him,

unless the boys
from the chop shop
already found him.

How's Lauren?

Lauren.

Yeah, Lauren.

From my soul, she already has
that twinkle in her eyes,
like Claudia.

She sees everything.

I think she senses
when I'm not all together.

She gives me this look.

Somehow I know that she knows,
and I feel like I've...

I feel like I've already got
a new best friend.

Damn, he has to be around
here somewhere.
Harlem's not that big.

It's big enough
to get lost in.

That's true.

This place seems
so different now.

I used to think Harlem
was the only place in the city

that didn't smell
like old tar.

When I walked
the beat up here,

it was kind of like
preserving a shrine,
you know.

I mean, I knew
there was a lot wrong
here, too.

There's too many people,
too few jobs, no money,
bad housing.

But then I walked past
the Schomburg library

or the Apollo and...

Magic.

Now it just seems
like a slum to me.

- A slum?
- Not the place, the people.

Now, where is this man?

Maybe we ought to try Silky's
again. Can I have
the check, babe, please?

Be right there, honey.

Patience is a virtue, Marcus.
Give him a few minutes.

You're right. You're right.
Slow down, Marcus.

I'm really messing up.

My friend, you're the best
detective in the squad.
Everybody knows it.

Not today.

When that boy attacked
that old woman,

I almost wanted
to walk away from it.

I didn't care.

Not about the old woman,
not about the boy.
I just did my job.

Maybe I could have
talked the kid down.

But I didn't try.
I wanted to make damn sure

I didn't die at the hands
of someone I had
no respect for.

See, I shot quickly
because I...

No, I...

No.

I killed a boy
because he was black.

Harlem hasn't changed.
I've changed.

See, I've become
like everybody else
on the outside,

prejudiced, afraid,
even repulsed.

- Claudia and I
have accomplished a lot.
- Yes.

We've tried so hard
to make it.

And now,
I can't see the magic.

Marcus, you want my two cents?

I don't think you shot
that kid because
he was black.

I think you shot him
because he had a gun.

I don't know that.

He had a gun.

And he would have killed
Lauren's best friend.

Here you go.

Thank you.

We got it.

Who is it?

Marcus Petrie.

Go to hell, John Wayne.

Hi, Tony.
Back up two steps.

Oh, Brother Petrie,
what seems to be the problem?

I've been looking
for you, Tony.

- You have?
- Man, you know we have.

We've called your number,
been to your apartment.

Been hiding from us, Tony?

No, man,
it's my lady's place.
I'm here.

The setup
with Isbecki fell apart.

You're kidding.

They're gonna kill him, man.
We need to know where.

Hey, what
makes you think that I...

Who'd you
make contact with?

Look, I don't even know
these people. This was set up
by a friend of a friend.

I don't even know
who owns that chop shop.

There's very little time,

and I'm sure you have
some idea, at least a guess,
of who's on top.

And you're gonna tell us,
because if Isbecki dies,

man, we ain't gonna care
who we expose to find out
who did it.

- Hey...
- Mmm-mmm.
Now, Tony.

A guy named Stobbart.

Stallion Salvage?

Yeah.

Hey!

Someone get me out of here.

Stop this!

Get me out!

Freeze, buddy.

You're under arrest.

All right, cuff him.

Hold it right there!

Against the car!

Hey!

Police! Hold it!

Hold it!

Get your hands over your head!
Over your head!

He's in the crusher!
He's in the crusher!

Take him.

- Get over there!
Shut it off!
- Hey!

Stop this thing. Hey.

Don't shoot.
Please don't shoot.

Somebody
get me out of here.

Help!
Somebody help me!

Help!

Damn it, does anybody know
how to work this thing?

Stop!

Damn it!

Stop!

Victor! Victor!

Thank God you're all right.

Watch your head.
Watch your head.
Here, I got you.

- Here, Cagney.
- Be careful.

- How are you, buddy?
We've got you.
- Come on, be careful.

- He may have broken bones.
- Don't worry. Don't worry.
Mind your back.

How's your back?

- Watch his legs.
- Where are the paramedics?

Hey, get him out as fast
as you can, though.
This thing isn't gonna hold.

- Slide him out easy.
- Watch my back.

- Watch his legs.
- Careful. Careful.

- I got his legs.
- Okay.

Set him down.
Set him down, will you?

I think I can walk.
Let me try.

Let me untie his hands.

- I got him. I got him.
- Put your...

- I got it. I got it.
- Oh, jeez.

- Get some help, somebody.
- Oh, yeah.

- How's your back, huh?
- Yeah, okay.

- It's okay.
Look, I'm all right.
- Okay.

Are you sure you can walk?
Maybe we shouldn't.

Let's just wait
for the paramedics, huh?

- I can walk if you help me.
- Okay.

We'll walk together,
but you lean on me.
We'll take it slow, okay?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Victor, I'm sorry.
I'm the one who blew the tail.

- It wasn't your fault.
- Yes, it was my fault,
and I'm very sorry.

Forget it.

- What'd they do to you?
- Everything.

I can't believe
how close we came
to losing you.

Hey, it's over.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I'm glad you're okay.

Then tuck me in tonight.

I cannot stand that man!

Cagney, it's unbelievable!
You wouldn't believe
what they did to me!

They had me
in this little room,
tied up, face down!

Then they had me chained
to this barbwire post!

Then they ran
the soles of my feet
over this bamboo!

You wouldn't believe it!

And then they took
these Japanese water torches
across my neck.

Lock that door.
Don't let him in.

Cagney, you gotta
listen to me!

I understand that Cagney
is so ticked off at Isbecki,

she wants to kill him.

Hey, Petrie, wait.
The woman...

The mother of the boy
you shot is here.

She came in a couple of
hours ago.
She wants to talk to you.

She didn't seem
too crazy or anything,

so I told her
to wait in Samuels' office,
you know.

Listen, Petrie,
if you want to, go ahead home,
I'll talk to her.

No.

You weren't there.

I'm Detective Petrie.

I understand
you wish to speak with me.