All language subtitles for Wiseguy S04E07 - Point of No Return

(thrilling music)

- [Narrator]
Previously on Wiseguy.

- Tempers are running
high here today

as outraged members of the
Cuban-American community

stand divided over the
arrest of long time

anti-Castro leader
Arnado Guzman.

- That mob downstairs
has made it impossible

for either defendant
to receive a fair trial

here in Miami, so the
Department of Justice

has seen fit to move the
prosecution to New York.

I have elected to
sever the cases.

Martinez-Gacha is
gonna prosecuted alone.

- What?

What about Guzman?

- I'm gonna drop all
the charges against him

in return for his testimony.

- Our people think that
you are just like Guzman,

a drug merchant, a trader.

- It's all part of our strategy.

- I got a witness who puts him

right in the middle
of the enterprise.

- What is he talking about?

- He's talking about me.

- I want you to have this.

There wasn't time for a ring.

- What are you saying?

- When this is over,
it's just you and me.

- Yes.
(smooches)

- [Prosecutor] The government
calls Michael Santana.

Have you ever observed
the defendant,

Martinez-Gacha in the act
of laundering drug money?

- I can't recall.

- What?

- I said I can't recall.

(audience chattering)

Frank, I take that
stand, they'll kill her.

- And I believe you're
fresh out of witnesses.

- [Prosecutor] Your honor,

the government
calls Hillary Stein.

- On the first count of
conspiracy to launder

the proceeds from the sale
of cocaine hydrochloride,

we, the jury, find
the defendant guilty.

On the first count
of homicide, guilty.

- (mumbles) they won't
get away from it.

- Michael, I wanna be with you.

- Not now, I could still
(mumbles), remember?

- Michael, I--

- Then get your mother.

You practiced the Bar.

- [Reporter] Mr.
Santana, wait, wait.

(jazz music)

(knocks on the door)

- Who is it?
- McPike.

- [Michael] It's open.

(door shuts)

- When did you get
back from her funeral?

- Somebody dies, a child's
born to take their place.

- What are you talking about?

- My sister.

She's having a second
kid any day now.

What do you think, Frank?

Is there some sort of
cosmic plan to all this?

Or do we just con ourselves
into believing it,

to keep from admitting
that life's one big joke?

- I don't know, Michael.

I'm just a cop, not a Jesuit.

I had a long talk with Paul
Becks in Washington last night.

He,

we would like you
to join the OCB.

- (scoffs) Sorry, I
just don't see myself

in one of those
little blue jackets

with the big yellow
letters, FBI.

- You don't have to
decide right now.

- I already decided.

I'm not interested.

- Why don't you go
to your sister's?

You get your sea legs
back after you rested up

for a couple of weeks,
we'll send you to Quantico.

- You mean the FBI Academy?

You kidding me?

I had enough of that
dropping, give me 20 bull

when I was at Parris Island.

No.

(exhales) I'm sorry Frank.

I mean, I have tremendous
respect for the work you do.

- Oh, spare me.
- No really.

I'm serious.

I never told you this,
but when I was a kid,

my second choice for
career was law enforcement.

- What was your first?

Everything else?

(Michael laughs)

Now let me tell you
something, sport shoes.

You are a lot more successful
bringing down Martinez-Gacha

than you were as a US attorney.

- Hmm.

So successful that the woman
I love ended up in the river.

(thuds)

- Right, so maybe you were
in the right to be bitter,

Santana, but you have
responsibilities, damn it.

- To whom? To what?

- To yourself!

To society.

You are born for
undercover work.

You have the knowledge,
the background, the guts

and the perfect cover.

A tainted, disbarred
federal prosecutor.

What was it Dr. King said?

The greatest sin in life
is to know what's right

and not to do it?

- (scoffs) Nah.

The greatest sin is to
leave hotel room like this

and not take any towels.

Great accommodations, Frank.

Thank the attorney
general for me.

- Ms. Stein has been
asking about you.

Where should I tell
her you'd gone?

- Southbound, along
the Jersey Turnpike.

- To place unknown?

- [Michael] See ya!
(door shuts)

- I'll speak to the partners
about your working for us.

Taxi please, Paul.

- Yes, to the airport?

- We can talk about that
when you get home, Mother.

- I'll be staying at
the St. James tonight.

Here's a number where
I can be reached.

I hope you're not planning
on seeing him while I'm away.

- He has a name, Mother.

- Yes, he does.

Quite a few in fact.

Cocaine cowboy,
disbarred attorney,

an indicted co-conspirator.

They vary according to which
edition of the tabloids

you read.

- Now I seem to recall
some vague notion

from you and Father,
something about innocent

until proven guilty?

(Paul whistling)

- Do you know the
original meaning

of the word glamor, Hillary?

- No, why?

- It meant an
inexplicable fascination

with something or someone.

To throw a glamor
meant to throw a spell.

- Are you going somewhere
with this, Mother?

- In the myths and
legends, the unworthy,

the dishonorable, the evil,

threw glamors on the
noble, the decent.

- Oh please, Mother, I will
be the first to admit it.

Michael Santana has flaws, but--

- History, darling, is full
of women from good backgrounds

who threw away everything
to slum with the unworthy.

You are being groomed
for big things.

Deputy attorney
general, who knows?

And then you met him.

- I am sorry if I have violated
your grand design, Mother,

but somewhere along the line,

I got the idea that
it was my life.

- Oh, it is, darling.

I just don't wanna see
you ruin the rest of it.

- Bye, Mother.

(birds chirping)

- The science fair is the
week of the 13th, Lisa.

All entries have
to be in the gym

by the end of
school on the 12th.

- Wait, I must be
in the wrong house.

- Uncle Mike!

- This is not the
same Connie anymore.

- I can't believe it!

I'll call you later, Lisa!
- Connie bird!

Hey hey hey hey!

Boy, you grew up.

- These things happen in
three years, uncle Miguel.

- Ernie, is that you?

- No.
- Hey, Ernie!

- Nice to see you, Ernie.

- What's with this Ernie stuff?

- Whoa, whoa.

That's just some
pre-pubescent affectation

your dad and I had.

When you were just
a gleam in his eye.

High school.
- Are you gonna stick

for dinner, uncle Mike?

- Of course he's
gonna stay for dinner.

- Why not?

- By the way, Ms. Congeniality,

you know what the phone
bill was this month?

$89.

- So?

- So? I work from
four to midnight,

and I sleep till noon.

And when I'm home, I take
the phone out of the wall.

- I'm coordinating
the science fair, Dad.

It's my job to call everybody.

- The way you yack, you oughta
be on the debating team.

- Yeow.

Hmm, so, where's Celia?

- Upstairs, sleeping.

- Ah.

- Three and two, Mike.

Big one's deal.

- So, Poppy excited?

- Eh, you know fatherhood.

Never loses its magic.

Hey let me show
you the basement.

Come on, I panel the
(mumbles) last year.

- I'm tired.
- Come on.

It'll only take a minute.

- Whoa, look at this.

Pool table.
- Uh-uh.

- Nice. I like it
Rich, I like it.

- What's with all
the papers and books?

- I'm studying for
the sergeant's exam.

I was 12.5 a year if I pass.

Took me two months to
put these four volumes

of PD rules and regs down
on these three by five

index cards here.

Here. Ask me anything.

- Why?

- Ask me anything.

- Alright, okay.

Let's see.

Alright, what justifies
a use of deadly force?

- Officer may use
deadly force if he feels

that such force is necessary
to protect themselves

or others from the
threat of serious injury,

imminent death.

- Bang!

Two points.

- What, you think your
sister married a dummy?

- Hey, Richie, you sure
it's okay I'm staying here?

- What are you
talking about, Mike?

Your family.

- I don't know, I caused
a pretty big splash

in the papers last week.

- Mike, we've been
friends since Miami High.

You introduced me to your
sister, for crying out loud.

You think I'm gonna
believe all those lies

they say about you
involved in drugs?

Come on, huh.

Come on.

- Give me that thing.

Is something wrong?

- What do you mean?

- You seem worried.

- (exhales) It's
the pregnancy, Mike.

She had some bleeding
and clotting.

She's okay now.

You know your sister.

She's like infantry.

The doctor told us she
had to stay in the bed,

and she hasn't been to
work in like three months.

Cash flow's a little
tight right now.

Hey, future detective
sergeant Richie Burns

will take care of
business, right?

- You always did, Ernie.

- [Celia] Richie,
are you down there?

- Yep.

Guess who's here, honey?

Come on.

Come on!

- Hey, Michael.

- Ooh, hi Sis.

- I saw your bags upstairs.

- Yeah, well--

- You can't stay here, Michael.

- What are you
talking about, Honey?

It's your brother.

- It would be different
if it was just me.

Okay, but I have to think
about Richie's future

in the department,
and Connie and school.

- Wait a minute.

This is my house.

- This is our house.

- No, it's okay.

Just call me for
the christening.

(Richie sighs)

- [Richie] Richard Burns.

- [Michael] Hey, Ernie, how'd
you do on the sergeant's test?

- [Richie] Hey, I aced it, Mike.

Where are you?

- A hotel near midtown.

Kinda bail out.

- [Richie] Are you
going back to Miami?

- Yeah.
- Oh, Mike.

- Let me know when the
baby comes, will you?

- Okay.
- Take care.

- [Richie] Yeah,
you take care, Mike.

(knocks on the door)

- Is this one of
your points unknown?

- (groans) I just
had to stop by.

And thank you for what you did.

- I don't think I could
have lived with myself

if Martinez-Gacha went
free a second time.

(doorbell buzzes)

Yes?
- Ms. Stein?

- Yes, Paul?

- I'm about to go off-shift.

Your guest left a
suitcase at the door.

I wonder what to do with it.

- My sister said I couldn't
stay at her place, so,

I've been crashing in
a hotel for a few days,

and money dried up, so I figured

it's time to go back to Miami.

- [Hillary] Send Mr. Santana's
suitcases up please, Paul.

He'll be staying for a few days.

- (scoffs) You sure about that?

- Absolutely.

(phone rings)

Hello.

- [Bill] Is Michael
Santana there, please?

- May I say who's calling?

- It's his uncle Bill.

- I didn't know you
had an uncle Bill?

- Yeah.

- Hey, I got an emergency call
for you at Southern District.

I tried phoning your
sister's house, nobody home.

I tried phoning the
hotel, you checked out.

- What is it? What's wrong?

- It's your sister.

The baby's coming.

They just rushed her
into the hospital.

(siren wailing)

(Celia groans)

- Where's Richie?

- I don't know.

You want me to call him?
- Yes!

- She's nine
centimeters dilated.

She needs a support person now.

Have you ever delivered a baby?

- Oh lady, the only
thing I've ever delivered

is (mumbles).

- I can't do this
by myself, Celia,

it's time for you to help.

Come on.
- I can't.

- Yes you can, come on.
- Yes you can.

- You can push as
hard as you can

for the count of 10, okay?

Come on, tuck your
chin, come on.

Ready?

And, push!
- Push, come on.

- Two, three, four,
five, six, seven,

little more, eight.
- That's it, it's coming.

- Nine, ten. Okay, relax.
- That's good.

And now let's do it again.
- One more time.

One more time, get ready.
- Use that contraction.

- I can't.
- You can do it.

You can do it, ready?

And, and, take a deep
breath, (inhales),

come on, come on, push.
(Celia groans)

Two, three, push, four.
- It's coming.

Okay, we're getting it.

- I can see the head.

Come on, you're almost there.

(Celia groans)

- Okay, now reach down.

Okay, you got it?

Pick it up.
(baby crying)

Lift it up on your tummy.

Lift it up.
(baby crying)

That's it. What have you got?

- It's a boy.
- Right!

(smooches)

- You got a baby brother, Honey.

Yeah.

- Thank you.

- It's a boy!

(smooches)
What's the matter?

- Um.
- What?

- Your uncle Bill called.

It's your brother
in law, Richie.

He was out on a
routine patrol, and,

uh, and Michael, he's missing.

(sirens wailing)
- Attention all units.

We have a possible 7-5-5,
officer down (mumbles).

All available units,
please respond.

- Hey, man, it's a (mumbles).

(car wheel screeching)

(car door opens)

- [De Souza] Richie!

Richie Burns?

You see him?

- [Officer] Negative.

There's no one here.

- [De Souza] Man.

Look at all this money.

- Yeah. And look what's on it.

(dog barking)

- Hey take a look at this.

It's a copper
jacket of nine mil.

Probably (mumbles).

Hey, freeze!
(gun cocks)

Come on.

(mumbles) with your
hands up. Come on.

Get out of there.

- Come on, I didn't do it man.

I didn't do it.

- What the hell's this?
- Come on.

I didn't do it man.

I didn't do it man, okay?

It's not my fault.
I didn't do it.

- I could get more
information if I dialed 411.

Who's the watch commander there?

Let me speak to him.

Yes, Lieutenant, I am Officer
Burns' brother in law.

I've explained that to
you three times, sir.

No, you can't talk to Celia.

She just had a baby.

Yeah, I love you too.

Ugh, I hate!
- What did he say?

- They won't talk to
anyone but his wife.

There's something
wrong, Hillary.

- Look, Michael, he's only
been gone three hours.

Could be anything.

- Hillary, I know Richie.

He's a rock.

15 years on the force, he's
never even been late to work.

There's now way he missed
the birth of his own child.

- Michael.

Life guards have been
scanning the police channels.

- And?

- They found
Richie's patrol car.

- What about it?

- He wasn't in it.

And what I understand,
there was a lot of money

scattered about in blood.

SID is checking it
against Richie's type.

It doesn't look good, Michael.

- Uncle Mike, my mom
wants to see you.

- (sighs) Okay, come on.

Oh boy, oh boy.

He's beautiful, Sis.

- Uh-uh.

- He's got your eyes.

- No. No, he's
got Richie's eyes.

- Yeah?

- Where is he, Michael?

Where's my husband?

- He'll be here.

Don't worry.

- And they were
supposed to radio him

as soon as I went into labor.

- Look, I told you.

You don't have anything
to worry about.

Okay? He'll be here.

Aren't you supposed
to be resting?

Come on, let's put
the bed down a little.

- Michael, I had a baby,
not a heart transplant.

Look, hand me the phone.

I wanna call the precinct.

- I already did.

I spoke to the watch commander.

He said Richie was out on
some call or something.

Look, I know him.

He'll be here.

I promise you okay?

(smooches) You should rest.

Your papa's gonna be here soon.

- The blood found in
the car and on the money

matches that of Officer Burns.

We also recovered a spent
slug from a service revolver

along with six spent cartridges
from a nine millimeter

TEC-9 auto pistol.

Now, the good news
is, the state police

has given us two Belgian
ranger helicopters

with high-powered search lights.

They'll fly all night.

Until further notice,
all leaves are canceled.

Now, I just thought
you might wanna know

before you leave, Richie's
wife just gave birth

to a healthy
eight-pound baby boy.

(everyone cheering)
Let's make sure

his father gets a chance
to meet him, okay?

- Lieutenant Jenks.

- That's right.
- Yeah, I'm Michael Santana.

I'm Richie Burns'
brother in law.

I spoke to you on
the phone earlier?

- Like I said, I don't
talk to drug lawyers,

especially disbarred one.
- Hey!

- Wait, wait, wait.

I am still practicing and we
want some answers, please.

- You want answers?

Stick around for five minutes.

We're putting out a
press release, alright?

- Hey, an abandoned patrol car.

Evidence of possible foul play.

I need to know if
he's hurt, that's all.

- I guess you didn't hear me.

- Hey, listen, my record's
clean, Lieutenant.

You can pull my jacket, okay?

You'll find I don't have a
single previous conviction.

- Yeah, you look like a
man with no conviction.

- Oh, come on.
- Hey,

my sister's beside herself,
how about that, huh?

She can't understand why
her husband's not with her

in that hospital room
holding their new born son.

- Listen, when I know
more I'll call her myself.

That's the best I can do.

Now excuse me.

(phone ringing)

- Alright, where did
you get this money?

- It was there already, man.

It was all over the place.

- Just fell out
of the sky, right?

- And let me guess, some
slumlord in the neighborhood

feel guilty for
ripping his tenants off

so he tossed next month's
rent money out the roof.

- How'd get blood on it?

- Like I told you,
man, I don't know.

I swear it.

- [Officer] Come on,
let's book this little.

- No.
- Mother of God, he's only 13.

- Lady, there is a
cop missing here.

That's a capital crime.

Now if your son here don't talk,

he'll be charge as an adult.

Let's have a seat, alright?

- No, Mom!

- That's what happened, Mama.

That cop is gone
when he got there.

- You were there?

Hm? (speaks in Spanish)

(converses in Spanish)

Okay?

Cross my heart, hope to die.

- These Latin gang bangers all
use the same 30 names, Mike.

- They should be
between 15 and 20,

and both of them
belong to a gang

called the 17th Avenue Demons.

- Alright, hold the wedding.

El loco and payaso, the
crazy one and the clown.

- Yeah, what do you got on them?

- Oh man, next time
Oprah does a show

on JD degenerates,
these are the guys.

Both of them reached
puberty in juvenile,

multiple counts of B&E,

illegal possession
of firearms, crack.

This clown, he's a
regular Rickman Rocket.

He's wanted in
connection with a recent

liquor store murder.

The crazy one was released into

the state foster parent program,

disappeared the same day.

Mike?
- Yeah?

- His foster mother was
found shot to death.

- Any idea where I can
find these two guys?

(typing)

- No.

No known address.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

The last buzz, they
were both bailed out

by a mid-level crack
dealer that called Verdugo.

- The torturer, just
like Wado, Uncle Bill.

- Yeah Mike.

But Verdugo is a Bolivian.

He runs his operation out
of a small messenger service

on 38th Street, the
Rollin' Good Messenger.

- Right. Anything else?

- That's all I got.

Hey, but hey listen.

As one uncle to another,
congratulations.

- Thank you, Uncle Bill.

- Oh, Mike.

That's what Vinnie
Terranova used to call me.

I guess the circle is
now complete, my friend.

(hands rubbing)
(car door shuts)

- Thank you.

Ow, what the hell is this?

Ugh.

- You said you wanted coffee.

- I ask a regular, not unleaded.

(both laughs)

So did anything happen?

- You mean last night?

Between you and me?

Well around two A.M. you
started to blow in my ear.

And I turn around to face you

and in your sleep.

- (sniggers) You trying
to tell me I snore?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

(kids speaking in Spanish)

- They said they're
opening for business.

- They're so young.

- That's 'cause he
uses them as couriers.

They get busted making
Verdugo's deliveries,

they walk.
(Hillary sighs)

(mysterious music)

- That's him.

That's Verdugo.

I'm going in.

Wait a minute, wait.

You don't think I'm walking
into that hornet's nest

with you, do you?

- I didn't come here to
sit in a car all night

and drink coffee.

- The star witness in
Martinez-Gacha's trial.

I bring you in there,
I may as well have FBI

tattooed on my forehead.

- We're miles away
from New York!

- This guy's in the business.

He listens to the dramas.

We can't take that chance.

- Okay.

(car door opens)

- Sorry chief, but Verdugo

sees no one without
an appointment.

- You tell him Michael
Santana is here.

- So?

- Come here.
(door shuts)

That's my business card.

- What brings you
to Jersey, Santana?

- A cop is missing.

A former marine, father of two.

And the word is, two of your
gang bangers took him out.

El loco and payaso.

- Hm. (smacks lips)

Well, I wouldn't know.

- You wouldn't know?
- No.

(loud thuds)

- Now you listen
and you listen good,

you little Bolivian sewer pipe,

this territory's
worth millions a year.

Now one more stupid
move like this cop,

and our brothers in Bogota
will pull your cricket.

- Yeah well they have
too much to lose!

I operate 56 corners.

And every single one of
them is clean with the cops.

- What are you talking about?

- The pad!

That cost me over a grand
a month for each corner.

And these cops make
sure we stay open.

Now maybe this cop,

he got a little greedy,

maybe he want a
little extra taste.

- Listen to me, cicho.

In Bolivia, you can get
away with whacking cops,

but not here!

- This is my franchise
and I run it my way!

- Not without flake!

Now one phone call, Verdugo.

And all your dust
will blow away.

(intense music)
Just try me.

(knocks on door)

- Who's out there, man?

- My name is Santana.

Verdugo sent me.

- Prove it.

- Okay, here's a little package

from Rollin' Good Messengers.

(money slides under the door)

Come on, open up.

(locks open)

Verdugo wants you two guys to
go south for a little while.

Cops still missing,
the heat is on.

- What are they trying to say?

That we whacked the guy?

- There were 50 pictures of
Jackson all over the ground.

The cop's blood
was all over them.

- Look, man.

He pulls up in his
blue and white.

He's supposed to pick
up the pad money.

And we got it all nice
and neat and for him.

$1,000, just like always.

Only this time, it's
not our regular cop.

This is a new guy, Burns.

So we gave him the money.

And his hands start to shake.

It's like he's having
a fit or something.

So he pulls out his
gun and fires at us.

- And what'd you do?
(gun fires)

- I fired back, wouldn't you?
(gun fires)

(baby crying)
(footsteps approaching)

- Police! Open up!
(speaks in Spanish)

- Get out!

(thuds)

- [Jenks] Move, move!

Now get those little bastards.

Don't let them get away.

(suspenseful music)

(thuds)

Come on, come on!

(car wheel screeching)

Police! Drop your guns!

- No, Jenks, no!

(gun fires)

- Let go of me, you.

(window breaks)

- This kid's Connie's age.

This kid's no more
than 14 years old,

you know that?

- What? What did you say?

Cuff him!

Cuff him now!

- Come on, man.

(cuffs click)

- [Officer] At least
we got one, Lieutenant.

The other one got away.

- So one more time,
why'd you come here?

- I wanted to see
how we were doing

in the war against poverty.

I decide, we bust it.

- De Souza!

I've had about enough of
your smart Cuban mouth now.

Take him down.

- What was the charge?

- Possession with intent.

- Hey, I don't deal
nickel bile, Jenks,

I deal in metric tons.

Beside, you take me downtown,

I'm just gonna have to
talk to internal affairs.

- About what?

- Mercury loads.

The entrance wound on that
kid was half an inch wide,

but the exit wound was so big

you could park a Buick in it.

It was either Dum
Dums or mercury loads.

You meant to kill
the kid, didn't you?

- Get with the program, Santana.

Those gang bangers snuffed
your brother in law.

- Yeah well, who
appointed you executioner?

- Get him out of here.

Get him out of here
before I break his jaw.

(car door slams)

- Since when does a
Southern District fed

comes to Jersey?

- We have one of our
assets in lockup.

- What? Santana, the mumbo king?

- That's right, he's cooperating
in (mumbles) on a cartel.

- Yeah?

I don't know why
anybody had want him,

but the law is the law.

You got the writ,
we got the prisoner.

- What the hell you do to him?

- The way I heard it, he
was sleeping at the top bunk

and he fell off.

- Michael, Santana.

Michael!

(birds chirping)

What are you looking for?

(papers rustling)
- I'll know when I find it.

- Mikey, you're gettin'
too close to this.

- Oh come on, like you were
really able to stand back

when Vinnie disappeared.

Please, Frank.

Look at this.

Letter from his
mortgage company.

- That is some letter.

The foreclosure notice.

He hasn't made a
payment in three months.

- Oh, man.

Life insurance
policy for 100,000.

They missed the premium
deadline, it's canceled.

Great.

Never even had it with him
the night he disappeared.

That makes sense.
- It's all over the media.

Missing cop, bloody
money, film at 11.

Where are you going, Michael?

- I gotta see my sister.

- And what are you
gonna tell her?

That her husband's dead
and he left her nothing?

- I don't know.

(baby cooing)

- Don't worry, Cele,
they've got cops

coming in from half a
dozen different cities.

They've given up their days
off just to find Richie.

- Hey, don't you worry,
Babe, they'll find him.

- Excuse me, I need to talk
to you for a minute, Celia.

- What is it? Richie?

- No, no, no. No news yet.

It's okay.

How's the baby?

I'm okay.

- He's fine.

He eats, he sleeps, he wakes up.

No bills or worries.

- Speaking of,

speaking of bills,
I need to know

who handles the
money in the house.

Is it Richie?

- Why? Is something wrong?
- Good.

Good. No, no, no.

(phone rings)

- Oh my God, I'm so scared.

- It's okay.

I'll take it.

Hello.

- Mr. Mike, I think I
might have something.

- What?

- So one of Richie Burns
credit card just went active.

- Where?

- I'm looking for
address matching

the merchant code as we speak.

Okay, amigo.

The bill is charged
to a Belavista Motel.

It's 4125 Boston Post Road,
Bridgeport, Connecticut.

(mumbles) 95.

(door shuts)
(bell rings)

- Have you got a Richie
Burns staying here?

- Who are you?

- I'm the guy who wants
to know what room he's in.

- Well it's not our policy

to give out our
guest's room number.

It's for their own protection.

- Yeah, well, in this
case it's okay, see.

The guy in the room is
not really Richie Burns.

He's the guy who
killed Richie Burns

and stole his credit card.

- Technically that
means he's not a guest.

- Room number?

- He's number five.

Top of the stairs.

Hey, you and I should
call the police.

(car screeches)

- Santana, don't you
go in there like that.

You go in there angry,
you're gonna make mistakes.

People are gonna get hurt.

- He shot my brother in law.

He takes his chances, alright?

- There is a right
way to do things.

- Alright, Frank.

We'll do it your way,
let's just do it!

- Federal officer,
open the door!

(door slams open)

Get up of bed!

Put your hands over your
head and face the wall.

- Ugh.
(thuds)

- Richie?

Richie, you're alive, man.

- No, I'm not, Mike.

No, I'm not.

- [Announcer] Police from
six New Jersey counties

have volunteered in the search

for missing patrolman
Richie Burns.

- I'm not going back, Mike.

- That's alright, we'll
talk about it later.

Hit the shower, Son.

- I'm drunk.

- Well, you were
dead a minute ago.

You're making progress.

Cold water.

- Aaah.

- Take a look at this.

- Dear Officer Burns,
thank you for taking

the recent examination
for detective sergeant,

unfortunately your grade
was not high enough

to qualify for promotion.

Okay, it says here he can't
take the exam for another year.

I don't get it, man.

You left the car in the
street and walked off, why?

- I'm gonna wait outside.

- You know, right now my
sister's worried sick.

Her house is in foreclosure,

and her husband's an MIA.

I want some answers, Buddy.

Look, Mike.

Haven't you ever been
caught in a vice?

It's like there's a dish
full of pennies, right?

And it's afloat.

And everyday, another
penny drops into the dish.

And it gets heavier,
and heavier,

but the dish stays afloat.

One day,

a single penny drops in.

Just one more.

And the dish sinks.

- Will you stop
talking in metaphors?

I need to know if you undertake.

- Don't you see?

We're maxed out, Mike.

The mortgage payments, car
payments, the credit cards.

We were just getting
by with two jobs

when Celia got pregnant.

That sergeant's test was,

it's gonna be my
way to bail out.

- So you flunked that,

and you decided to
become a bad man?

Is that it?

- No, that's not it.

I'm a failure to
my family, Mike.

Hell, I'm even, I'm even
a failure as a thief.

- What are you saying?

- I've been putting it
off, and putting it off,

not wanting to go on a take.

When I flunked the
exam, I figured,

alright, I'll do it.

I drove down there that night
to pick up the pad money.

But when I saw
those crack heads,

I just freaked.

Pulled out my gun,
they started to run.

Fired a warning shot.

(gun fires)

And the punks fired back at me.

- And?

- Michael, so torn up inside,

I had a nosebleed.

Can you believe it, Mike?

15 years on the force,
decorated four times

and there's blood
coming out of my nose.

Mike, I couldn't do it.

I was gonna call in,
then I thought about it.

I looked at that money
with the blood on it

and I just couldn't do it.

I get out of the
car, I took off.

- That's all right, man.

That's okay.

It happens.

You walked away.

So, now it's time to come home.

- No.

I blew it.

Celia never take me back
after what I've done.

- Hey, you have to come home.

You have responsibilities to
yourself and to your family.

- Who the hell are you to
lecture me on responsibilities?

You take a look in
the mirror, hot shot,

before you go
pointing the finger.

- Alright, let me
put it this way.

Man, you have a son now.

- Son?

- That's right.

Celia delivered.

- (sighs) Is he healthy, Mike?

Celia okay?

- Yeah, everybody's fine.

She needs you now.

Let's get dressed, come on.

(Richie exhales)

- I can't, Mike.

How am I gonna
face all those cops

that's been looking for me?

- Hey, you have to go back.

Alright?

What, do you want
your son to grow up

never knowing his old man?

Want him to hear
through the grapevine

that his old was crooked?

- You're asking me to
turn on my fellow cops.

- What're you saying, the
whole precinct's dirty?

- No, it's no more than
a dozen guys on the pen.

- Okay, so you blow
the whistle right now,

maybe you'll stop some
other cop like you

from getting pushed.

Come on, Ernie, time
to do the right thing.

Let your son be proud of you.

(phone rings)

- Who is it?

- It's me, Lieutenant.

Richie Burns.

- Where are you? What happened?

- I walked away.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't take the money.

- Be careful of what you say.

- Look, Lieutenant, I'm,

I can't live with this.

I'm turning myself in.

- No, no, no.

Listen, Richie.

You do that, and a lot
of people get hurt.

Guys with families.

You don't want that.

It's over, Jenks.

- No, no, listen Richie.

Richie, we gotta
talk this out, okay?

Richie, meet me where
you left the patrol car,

tonight, eight P.M..

(car engine stops)

(car door shuts)

Burns?

- In here.

- Take the jacket off.

- What?

- Take your jacket off.

Off.

Open up your shirt.

Turn around. Turn around!

- Look, Lieutenant.

I thought about what you said,

about hurting other
guys and their families.

I'm not gonna do that.

I'll turn myself in.

I'm gonna deal with IA straight.

- What do you think internal
affairs is gonna do, huh?

Give you five hours (mumbles)
and a dozen hail Marys?

They're gonna wanna
know names, Burns!

- The only one I'm
turning in is myself.

- It took me years
to set this deal up.

It's running sweet.

So no ignorance
gonna blow it up!

There's too much at stake.

Too bad.

If you had made sergeant,
your wife would got

under $1,000 a month
in death benefits.

- What are you talking about?

- You passed the exam.

- What?

- You passed the exam,
but I fixed the result.

It was the only way
to get you on the pad.

- Oh you bastard,
you fixed the exam?

- Yes!

Rest in peace, Burns.

- Alright, hit him.

Put your hands above your head.

You're surrounded
by federal agents.

- Raymond Patrick Jenks,
you're under arrest

for bribery, conspiracy
and extortion.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that
right, anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to
speak to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

oh hell, you shouldn't
have any trouble with that.

(car doors shuts)

- Hey, Judas.

- Welcome home.
- Nice little family, Richie.

- Get out of my way.

- You'll feed my kids, huh?

- You got indictments coming
down, you son of a bitch.

There isn't another
cop in the department

that'll even talk to you.

- Watch your back, Richie.

Huh? Watch your back, man.

- Okay, you made your point.

- Who's the godmother?

- I am.

- And who's the godfather?

- My brother, Michael.

- We're all gathered
here to administer

the sacrament of baptism,

at this time we'd
ask the godmother

and the godfather to
renew their baptism vows.

Do you renounce Satan?

- We do renounce him.

- And his works?

- We do renounce them.

- What is the baby
gonna be called?

- Michael Richard Burns.

- I baptize you,
Michael Richard,

in the name of Father,
and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

- Frank.

- Ms. Stein.

- What's an undercover
cop make, Frank?

- A lot of difficult
split second decisions.

- That's not what
I'm talking about.

- Oh, it'll probably
start at the bottom level

GS13, you're looking at roughly
42K a year and some change.

Plus, they give
you $7,000 upfront

for what they call fringe pay.

- Fringe pay?

- Fringe pay.

It's sort of an advance
on your overtime.

- I get it all at once?

And no blue suits.

No Quantico.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Okay, I want the $7,000
sent to the Third Inner State

Mortgage Company in
Paddison, attention

Richie and Celia's
homeowners account.

After that, you got me.

- Alright, Mikey.

You in.

And there's just one thing
you have to do for me.

- What's that?

- Drop and give me 20.

(Michael grunts)

(jazz music)

(suspenseful music)