One!
Three the eyes!
Two!
Between the eyes
Out!
What?!
- She's safe. - She was out.
She landed right there, she's safe.
Ah, come on. That's enough; I don't wanna hear another word.
- Foul OUT! - Calm Down.
My grandmother just takes me to the Wash Square Park.
I watched Bobby Fischer played ten games at the same time.
Queen me
He made five, six moves ahead on each table.
Anyway, he became World Champ, Didn't he?
Then lost his fucking mind.
Became a ravine paranoid, being attacked on more direction.
He couldn't see a reason for them.
Mate!
My name is David Fisk.
Detector 1st Grade I’ve been a cop in NYPD for over 30 years.
In that time
I've killed fourteen people.
Relive that one more time.
I've killed fourteen people.
He's nuts.
When these things started...
How did they start...?
Maybe this one started with this guy named Charles Randall.
Randall was a child killer.
He killed his girlfriend's daughter about four years ago.
AssHole.
He was tried for his crime but was acquited by jury for his spouse.
My partner and I found this unacceptable.
My partner is a good man.
Are you really going to do this thing?
Do what?
You're gonna take down Randall.
For home society he didn't commit.
What am I gonna do?
You are my partner.
You are my role model.
- Right. - What am I gonna do without role model?
We didn't have this conversation.
What conversation.
I got it done.
Randall lost his freedom.
For the crime he didn't commit.
I lost my faith.
- I wanna go. - OK
You can take this as a confession, if you want.
Whatever.
A few weeks ago, things heated up.
What we got on them, Turk?
Mark Smith, As Known As "Spider" big drug dealer, murders, extortion, lots of nice things.
Converted this old Banner Bank to a Club 404 Harlem.
Maybe when he sees us so confess.
What, you don't believe the miracles?
You picked up a check one day, one day, and then I believe the miracles.
- Lets go, I'm buying. - Yeah, that's the miracle I want some.
- This is where he launders his money. - Oh yeah. Cleaning, Clean, Clean.
Clean all his mess.
I gotta take a leak.
I'll just be in a sec, I'm not peeking.
No problem.
You guys are so lucky.
What is that?
No line to the bathroom, and...
You guys pee standing up.
And zip, ..., zip... by the boom by the wing gets out here.
The big I really deal with myself on this thing.
You want a bump?
Where's you’re that from?
Spider, its prima.
Not bad.
Not bad?
What fuck are you looking for?
Come on, Turk, you pulled my hair.
My little sister used to pull my hair harder than that.
Whatever.
I gotta go.
Where the fuck you going?
I'm going to retire.
Retire?
This is America. You winy bitch.
You just fucking get into the cab, and on your work.
Yeah, she's on the way. She can’t wait to see you.
Rambo this skate boy pimp is my tenth kill.
Taking me as a street sweeper.
I cleaned up this worthless piece of shit and left him obituary sols.
It rhymes.
Rooster, we're gonna find out who did this.
Give him a medal.
Hey, Rambo, see who will do this?
He ain't talk, aint he?
- Real name, Robert Bradey
Robert Bradey, Damn shame.
What're you thinking? Mash? Gray?
You guys wanna mess my crime scene again?
You don't who Bobby Bradey is?
I have met him an hour ago.
It looks like close French.
Yeah, from the stippling on the wound, that’s two three feet away.
There will be fish and flagon out of his brains.
- What? - Well, I just got that.
Mash Gray
Good one, Rooster.
That's quick.
I just tried to keep pace with you.
HE TRADES IN SIN DISTRIBUTE FLESH
HE PICKS THE FRUIT WHEN IT IS FRESH
NOW SOMEONE ELSE MUST SLAP HIS WHORE
HIS HEART HAS STOPPED, HE BREATH NO MORE.
What do you wanna do about this?
I say let's make the best activity.
Canvas the whores, 'cause maybe you will meet one you like.
Na, Please. I got one to handle from you know who.
Don't shade.
She's gotten my phallus level slow, so I got to sit down to take a piece.
- Oh, thank you for that picture. - He, what can I tell you.
How can I help you, Gentleman?
We would like to talk about your boss.
He's upstairs.
Your other boss.
Rambo...
He's asshole.
Why he's asshole?
Follow me, please.
You know anybody..., wanna kill him?
Me.
Anyone else?
Why?
He's dead?
Hey, Listen, you wanna smart and help us out, or I'm gonna call somebody in ICE...
and have you explain to pass the land.
Go ahead, I'm an American citizen.
You can lick my ball anytime.
What?
Call us anytime, you know... if you hear something, anything.
I think we are looking for a guy named Sam the Butcher out.
Who?
Nice kidding around.
But seriously, Lieutenant, how far you want us to go with this Rambo murder?
I don't know, I think maybe you investigate a little more, figure out who did it...
...try to put him into jail.
As it doesn't get in the way of your shuffle board lessons.
Yeah, No problem.
We are also working on this dealer "Spider" as tight as two steps to find out the fresh kills.
We can near him, who knows how far of the lie riddle lead.
So what about it?
I poped a slit would annouce a blow, she just showed up by nose.
I got the flip on him.
Lucky fuck, ah?
- So she got it from him directly? - Yeah, she did.
Good.
OK, We get a way he cann't hang on, then kick a loose.
I hate trying to prosecute fucking laze.
This isn't Spider Club.
Backyard.
Yeah, it's an abandoned linen Factory, Jessica
I guess I'm at your role of... What you call it?
- Rat. - Stoolie.
Thanks.
I mean I think usually some poor African-American caters, junk here, or prostitute.
There was a long way 200 and many years the club boys...
...were smarter than the African and American junky whore.
Normally, but sometimes they only think they are.
It's all settled, Sir.
You guys are sure safe in there?
Tell your girlfriend to grow up here. And let's go.
What do you say, Consul? Ready to do this thing?
Yeah, let's get over with it.
OK, when all we set, you go in there, you wait him for asking you for what you need.
And you don't come back here with less than four ounces.
- Four aounces? - Yeah.
Isn't that a lot? I just buy a little bit and that's it.
Just say you're gonna ski for weeks with fresh powder.
Yeah, you tell him you are going on vacation.
I do this thing and my records wiped clean.
As a whistle.
No one in that loft room and then I got busted, right?
That never happened.
Consul, we all know you better than this.
You just do this, you stop showing off and shut up your nose, you go home...
You got married, you got kids, you never come back again, and that's that.
Yeah.
Okay, we're going.
Yes, sir!
Hey, Jessica.
Beak a leg.
Two flats down, door is on the left, ring the bell.
Hey, Stubby, why don't you just go down get our company up here?
Come on, fat boy.
Get it on.
Good afternoon, Ya.
Hey, Spider.
- I'll be on the stairs. - All right.
- How are you? - I'm fine, baby.
Checking out this video sheet before my kids watching it. Have you seen this?
No.
'Cause you just don't deal with them, let them alone they stir to that junkie.
You know what I'm saying?
You know, he's gotten the point.
- Remember Underdog? - What dog?
That fucking dog, spawn a generation of junkies.
So you converted the bank into a club and recording studio?
- Yeah, do you like it? - Yeah.
What are you talking about?
What did the underdog do all the time?
It was shining shoes,
and when Sweet Polly Purebred called out to him, his dog's ears will pick it up and he will rescue her.
And what's he doing when he needs super strength? He goes to his ring, remember?
Pull out a pill, pop it.
Holly shit, you are right.
He was a little fucking speak for you.
So what's the business?
How about QP?
I think it good for QP.
Fuck how long with QP?
I'm gonna ski, with friends.
A lot of friends.
Where?
Aspen, Colorado.
Shit, I'll show you some you're going ask us.
Now you prima grand.
- Whisky? - Sure, my whole life.
Come on, I mean I don't have all day.
I want you to put off that jacket, be still a little while.
What do you think?
Actually, I gotta run. I have major IPO closing in one hour, so...
That is just to scare you, let you know.
Absolutely I get...
What do you want to do?
You know where you hide the wire?
well you've been such a bitch, you pop chose a wrong nigger like me.
You're scared, now.
Looks like your cowboy coming to rescue you.
Can I help you, Gentlemen?
Yeah, let us in, Spider.
I'm sorry, but there's no one here by that name.
- Let us in - We only wanna talk to you.
See, I know how to look,
and I know where to look.
Come to Papa.
It always hurts for the firt time.
Are you all right?
Why would she be aid, she's watching TV.
As fuck as she got hurt for watching TV.
- She could have seen, I heard, something scared her. - Like what?
Like some big fuck machoist big fat fucking mouth dog.
Well, nobody here fits that description till a minute ago.
I'm gonna show you, ugly fuck...
- We said enough. - If then, bring your wife up here.
That's enough, let's go, let's go. It's okay.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- I'm okay. - You want your wire back?
Fire!
No, Stubby, No!
Get down! Get the fuck down!
Come on!
Fat one is dead.
That went well?
Oh, shit, you're bleeding.
3-4 squad to central 1141 request ambulance.
I need the EMS(Emergency Medical Services), subject shot at 184 St. Niklaas.
- I've tried the best that I can... - You're gonna be just fine, Concy, just fine.
Just relax.
Hey, guys, if you ever need a lawyer...
In good old days,
we left the criminal sleep down before call for the ambulance.
- Calm, calm, ... - Fucking lowlife.
Made your point, you made your point.
Tough a little bit, ain't you? Kick me when I'm handcuffed.
Shut your fuck up, you piece of shit!
You think I won't blow your fucking head off?
I wouldn't think twice about it.
I go in there, get the fat boy's gun. Come back to you.
Between your eyes.
Where's EMS?
This thing was a cluster fucked and all cluster fucks.
You got nothing.
What about finding the murder?
No drugs, right? So..., No preaddict felon and No conspiracy, No nothing.
No felon, no felon, I can't believe just no felon, how do you spell felon.
Harlem site, racketeer, drugs. I mean what are we talking about?
Hey, you are lucky that white girl didn't die!
IAB is gonna interview both of you and do a preliminary report over the next couple of weeks.
Now, off the record... You actually didn't violate the procedure.
Because the victim had a firearm and did you.
So if you stick together, you should make through this.
You better get your story straight, dude.
Because I'm not going back to Far Rockway, because you two fucked up.
And you gonna spend some couch time with Rubber Gun Squad.
You better take this shrink seriously. Or you will be all out of duty.
That fucking piece of shit just walks.
Knock it off, Turk!
Relax, partner, he's gonna get gears.
Gentlemen,
your questions.
Who made the decision to enter at that time.
I did.
- Whoes decision was at the end of this crisis? - Mine.
- Did you immediately identify yourselves as police offiers? - Yes, we did.
Did you immediately identify yourselves as police offiers?
Informer's position was becoming untellable, and we were afraid that she was in danger.
- Sounds like are right. - You fucking kidding note farrow.
- Excuse me, Detective? - Are you finishing with my client?
They are like Lennon and McCartney.
Not an inch lies between them.
What do you think?
Nothing there.
Endanger the informer, we can make them round that. They saw gun, they reacted.
He beat the fuckhead suspect, but he's not falling in charges.
Let's see what the shrink says.
So, ah..., What are we gonna do now? Doc., we gonna find out define...
Saying enough to carry a gun? Chase bad guys?
OK, Why did you become a cop?
Well, it was New Year's Eve, Seems a good idea at the time.
I don't have to say my opportunity as you had, Dr. Prosky.
Where I come from was either gun and badge...
or hardhat and hammer.
How did you feel when you fired your weapon?
It's like Durty Harry said:
It's nothing wrong with a little shooting, as long as the right people get shot.
When the wrong people got shot? Sucks fuck.
I'd rather be end in annihilable, that's not the worst mean as you got a badge.
How do you feel when you see innocent people get killed?
You know....
sort of getting numb to it.
Here.
I want you to take this.
Use this to jot down your thoughts, your questions, anything you may notice about yourself.
Wahtever.
I won't ask for it.
Just for you.
You should try it.
Sounds like a fun.
Go, Turk, go!
You got dirt!
Go!Go!
Yeah!
Right there!
You won it!
Don't matter what they say about you!
You're tremendous!
Go, Turk!
Go!
Safe! You droped the ball!
- What a fucking cheap shot! - That from the bat.
- Or what? Or what?... - Go after the bat.
Don't "or what"!
I had the ball!!
I had the ball!
The NYPD is probably more frustrations, hostility and testosterone...
and ready to a rob at any moment.
Take me as a released foul, one flicks the trigger and the pressure goes down.
You know why you enjoy the force?
To get respect!
Most people respect the badge.
Everybody respects the gun!
Hey, Riley, I was talking to JD, you guys caught a stiff named Phillip Trager?
A gun runner?
- Oh, yeah, real piece of shit. - How did that go down?
I don't know. Somebody gave him a taste of his own medicine I guess.
A man intruded his apartement, killed him with one of his own guns.
The shooter, you know anything about him?
Yeah, actually the shootter left a poem.
He did?
Oh, shit it!
Simon, you ah...remember that poem?
The Trager case.
- What are you doing, man? - No, Turk asked about it.
What hell are you doing?
Hey..., he wants to hear about the poem.
YOU MUCH IN THE DEALING CLASS,
I SLIT HIS DOOR TO CAP THIS ASS.
HE TOOK HIS GUN AND TOOK HIS...
I TOOK HIS LIFE AND TOOK HIS GUN. BUT TOO BETTER IS NOT THE ONLY ONE.
That's all I got, something like that. It's not ain't a bit of pantoum, but it rhymes.
- Rooster! - Yo!
We're looking for the same guy. He knocked off a pimp named Rambo.
A few weeks ago at Bruce Prizer. When was yours?
Last week, we were on the roll with ATF because of the guns.
We are back in business on the Rambo case.
Looks like the same guy knocked off a gun dealer on the three three last week.
Oh, shit!
- What do you mean you are back in business? - That's our case.
You're taking our case...
Take it along, you're learning something.
Tell me the guy's name is Great Grady.
Please, it is, isn't it? Oh, somebody is gonna knock off the Brady Bunch.
Gonna be a pouch of scrambling.
Trager, gun runner, bites the dust Number eleven.
The bullet, matched the 45 in Trager's aparment.
That was no surprise. So I went through ATF.
It's one of the batch of six. It's stolen from a gun shop by junior last month.
Yeah, probably by Trager.
That's what they think, he matches the description they have.
This still doesn't help about finding this guy,
just helps the times to victims, which he's already doing a little fucking poems.
Hello.
Hey, Turk, don't forget we got court date later.
So, ah...
I heard he..., ah..., shot the dealer you guys took down.
Spider.
So?
Did he?
Yeah, got him down on to the ground...
the guy was handcuffed.
He used to kick him when he got him.
And then...
He gets down to the guy's chest.
And he really started. Smacked him.
High in the face..., over and over.
Screaming at the stomach and the lung. "I'm gonna break you fucking face you little bitch."
Then his eyes really started to get filled up... you know when he got...
"balck", you know how we get so...
rage on him.
I thought he was gonna kill this guy.
Really?
You're a bad little girl.
I gotta work to do.
You bad.
Counsellor.
My hands are tight here, without secure Chain of Custody.
Any evidence obtained after the initial search must be excluded.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Therefore, I'm forced to grant defence motion to dismiss all charges...
of rape assault against Mr. Benlect
Your honor.
You think I want this guy going anywhere near my daughter?
Or anyone's daughter for that matter?
I'm unleashing your client on to the world. I'm sure we all will be back here again very soon.
Look out.
Look at this motherfucker...
Hey, a short caveat for you, come on, you're gonna get it.
When you walk outside, watch your back.
Order in my court!
- You mother fuck... - Not here, not now. Not here, not now.
Would you get him out of here, before somebody pissed nonsense on your son, and you can't be you.
- Oder! Oder! - You know what I mean. Go, go.
Detective!
Dr. Prosky suggested that I free associated.
So, here I go.
You know what I think about when I pull a trigger?
I think about the infield fly rule, I love that fucking rule.
It assumes the worst of everybody.
It's "Sorry, batter, you're a shmuck for pop up", but the runner is on.
And you stupid ass infielder yelled "get the cheat", drop the ball, just because you called the break.
My favour part's the batter is out, but the runner advanced at his own risk.
Well, isn't this a unpleasant surprise?
That's the way I should be, you could be a motherfucker at your own risk...
...or not.
Van Luytens, one less rapist. Who's gonna miss him.
Nobody.
Number Twelve, and counting.
Oh,.., hot coffee.
- Morning, Detective - Morning.
They are on the left.
- force entry? - It doesn't look like, Dectective Perez is in there.
He's already there? All right
- Hi, how about those matches last night? - Yeah, no doubt.
Hey, Teddy, Teddy, come here. Check this out.
Fuck.
That's big.
Powerful.
- Plasma, must be? - No, CT.
- That's plasma. - Na, it gotta be CT, look.
-Hey guys. - That won't be that big.
Guys.
He was shot at close range, dropped right here.
The pussy doesn't like him to put much of fight, doesn't it, Karen?
Nothing to indicate that.
Too so fast for struggle, no force entry, cuts, bruises.
Hey, nobody wants to hear about your private life, officer Corelli.
That's a Decetive of you, Officer NeedleDick.
Looks like it's our guy again.
Who did he get this time?
It's Jon Van Luytens, owns coupla car dealer ships.
- Oh, shit. - He's on a rape charge, but he got tossed off last week.
Read this.
THE MAN AVOID THE WAR, RESPECT FOR BEAUTY.
CHARMER INTO OLD INTO LATE HE TOOK women...
...WOMEN WILL NOT GUILTY, DID NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO LIVE.
It's our boy, right?
It's got a beat for old pal Johnny.
You know him?
Yeah.
He was sloppy son of bitch, let me tell you.
You guys know how much fun it is that not catch the serial killer.
You got a point, Lieutenant?
The point is...
You better both think seriously about wheither or not you want to lead on this case.
You don't think we are up to this?
Come on.
You got what? One hundred and ten years on the job between you two of here?
A hundred and twenty.
I'm telling you, you screw up dadly enough, you may try to fuck out your pension.
You want to risk that?
- Yeah. - Fuck yeah.
406, Lieutenant
406.
OK, 406, what does that mean?
Ted Williams.
Ted Williams' last hit at season back to 400...
Sox's manager wants him to pension to protect his average, right?
The man's playing both games anyway, go six more ends up as 406 last guy ever hit over 400.
OK, fine, it's all yours.
Just don't go moan and wail when some...
...traffic cop pulls your serial killer over for speed, and he grab your 15 minutes of fame.
And you realized..., the ass hole could stand right there in front of you.
And it will take you a thousand light years to nail him.
Not offensive, Lieutenant. Light years measures distant, not time.
Well thank you, Detective I will make a note of that.
Ellis Lynde, 2003
This guy had a hisory of strolling gay bars. Pick out a 20, beat shit out of them.
Then he was found shot dead in his apartment.
The one was just doing this to get real close to the guy.
Blow his brains out, without any trouble.
Leaves no finger prints. And obviously...
take his private room.
Okay, it could be murder number two, back from 04(2004).
I was shaking at the first coupla times that I killed in cold blood.
Keep thinking if I got caught, they keep you away of the force...
I wasn't worrying about the prison, but losing the gun and the shell, that's can't be.
I went to work the next day expect them feel different.
I thought everybody will look at me the way cops look at civilians knowing which one is dirty.
And they didn't.
That's when I knew I can keep on doing this.
...foever.
So..., next stop, Spider.
If we shut down his business, maybe he'll be a rap.
We got a lawyer.
We need her to testify that she bought coke from him.
She was a good lawyer.
Me and my partner paid a visit to Club 404 Harlem
I worried about him.
Tom Cowan has been my partner for almost 30 years.
He's the best cop I've ever seen.
I'm always the one follows him into the door.
There was a bullet that was meant for me that slugged his torso.
He was my role model.
The day I stopped trying to be Tom Cowan. Was the greatest day of my life.
EVIDENCE Randall.
Hey.
Rooster.
I was looking through the files on poetry boy.
That's an interesting way to pass your time.
There was a gun found on Charles Randall when he was arrested.
Yeah?
I know in other shootings, a gun was found at the scene
But there is a lot of similarities.
So I mentioned it to Perez and Riley. I think someone should go to interview the prisoner.
I think there may be a connection.
That's an good idea. But not to Perez and Riley.
I mean you know those guys can make it just screwed it up.
This is too important.
Turk and I will handle that Randall, okay?. Good work.
Detectives, Charles Randall.
What fuck you two son of bitch want?
What a greeting.
Do you like poetry, Charles?
What?
Do you like poetry?
Yeah.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I wanna poke out your fucking eyes with my dick, you fuck.
- How's that? - I thought it would rhyme, but it didn't.
Fuck you, fuck both of you. Get me out of here.
Why the fuck we wanna going up there?
What we look like if we didn't go?
Did you relax?
Relax.
Yeah, I just take it out on Karen later.
I more I'm willing it, the more impugn shot us.
Sounds like fun.
Hey, you wanna take over my hands?
Be careful, partner. Because I'm really special affected on women.
Go violent.
Never.
You know, I can't look at the face of that piece of shit, like an idiot.
Fuck him, he's where he belongs.
Sorry about him, I'm really sorry.
Stop pulling about it.
Whatever happens, I'm not gonna take down with me.
Don't worry about me, I'm all right. Believe me.
I don't know what I'm thinking, I just don't know how to think it.
You know what were you thinking?
You were thinking about a ten year old girl... had her skull crashed.
Yeah, I tried to stop you... But you know what? I admired you that day.
What you did...
...that was righteous.
And you don't second guess yourself or something like that.
Okay, I'm the killer.
I'm the killer, I showed up. I shot the door.
Or your car window. Having some reasons, you opened your door.
You rolled down the car window... for me.
So? Who am I?
Someone I know.
Maybe nice of the tits.
The poems, what about the poems.
You have to compose the poem before you got there, right?
Otherwise, well, you gonna blow the guy's brains, and sit down and write down the sonata?
There's no prints on the poems.
So, probably I wore gloves when I wrote.
You obviously know your victims, be turned to an easy access,
I guess they know you too, they must.
These guys are all scoundrels. They're not gonna trust anyone.
They're not gonna open the door for anyone, especially they don't know.
Yeah, yeah, but I'm more than know them.
I know everything about them, I know their moves, their patterns, I know their schedules.
Okay, so you follow them, stick them out.
Anyone gonna say it?
What?
Fuck me.
- Right, it's a cop. - It's not.
Let's slow down before we get away ahead our sight...
- Come on! It's a cop. You know it. - Na, not cop. I don't know shit.
I'm telling you now, it's a cop. It's a cop, it's a cop.
It ain't no cop, it's a cop, it's a cop. Why you keep always saying it's a cop, it's a cop...
- Easy..., he's just saying that... - What are you talking about?
I know what he's saying!
And I'm saying it's bullshit!
It should be, with the fuck... but don't say it's a cop.
So, what about dinner?
I'm feeling like going out.
Where?
I don't care, you're the one going.
What is your problem?
No problme.
If you like hanging around, be my guest.
I don't feel like going out.
Fine.
Just don't bug me, it's the part of my day and I don't need your fucking help.
So, you only fuck cops?
Once in a while, do a fireman and an ex-con.
Not one person you got, ha?
I love some respectful fireman.
Fuck you.
You know why they take away your espantoon when hanging up your uniform?
No.
They don't trust you with it.
And now I wouldn't trus myself either, sure you probably love that.
Too bad you never met Van Luytens, you two really were ahead of great.
That somebody finnal brought Jonathan(Luytens) down, the dick little fuck.
And that, that's what I like to meet.
Maybe you're gonna get your wish one day.
They think it's a cop.
- Make sense. - Bullshit. That' just some fucking, psychopath.
Oh.. There is plenty of those on the job.
You sleeping well?
- Not really. - Yeah.
Eating well?
- No. - Yeah.
- Any recuring nightmares? - Yeah, then I'm stuck in a room with you forever.
Nope.
You think it fit if return to the duty?
- Abso-fucking-lutely. - Yeah.
- Have you thinked about retirement? - You mean...
death with benefits?
Or something like?
Did you think about retirement?
Not really.
What do I look forward? Sailing my 26 shipset in the bay?
Umpire of cop softball?
How about a cop security work?
- Too dangerous. - So what are you gonna do?
Maybe I buy a boat.
All right, look, I don't if I believe this, but I'm gonna just throw this out that you guys say...
We are looking for one of our own.
But what if it was an ex-cop?
Somebody wears an ex-uniform.
You got one in your mind?
He's thinking about Martin Baum.
An old Lieutenant.
So what' the doing with him?
He got fired a few years ago.
I'm not saying there is a motive, but he knows all the victims.
Yeah, but Turk, I knew most of these guys.
So and you, Riley, Perez, even Corelli.
I just thew it out there.
Maybe you killed them.
Yeah, I did.
Poems, and the place of the weapon, is the all we got linked to the kills.
Which means what we gotta do now is getting hope on the forensics.
Let's deal with your poem, We already got your girl working on that.
That's right, Cowcen, we've been a long week, that was big.
What did you say?
Ha, here we go again.
Watch you mouth.
Leave anything about it, Karen and Simon are just history, don't woryy about it.
Well, he's just speaking for himself?
Yeah, I just speak for myself. Let me speak for myself please. Fuck you! Turk!
Well I'm gonna let you have this fucking ball...
- You better more than that. - You, put your balls in your pocket.
And you, fellow officers.
You, curtsey for the fellow professional.
Please!
We're gonna move on here now?
Here we are going, where were we?
- Talking about Martin Baum. - What's the story.
Some guys I knew got caught taking money. Baum stood off to them, tried to cover it up.
He do time?
Well they put charges on him, then he plead and resigned.
So what's the big for deal?
I could have lied to protect him, but I didin't.
Okay, but there's gotta be for deal. Why not go after you? Why not kill you?
Why going out there like a serial killer? It doesn't make sense.
- How do I know, I'm just telling you. - Well, I'm telling you, it doesn't make any sense.
I'm throwing that out, I'm saying.
- You wanna check that out, I won't give a shit. - It doesn't make any sense.
You are the one think he's a cop. I'm just saying he's cop with a chip on his shoulder.
Check it out if you want...
Just calm down, give us a better reason that Baum could be a suspect, okay?
PMS, gotta be.
Hey, guys.
What's going on?
Oh, I came over here bringing you the FBI report in the paper and handwriting.
You don't have any problem with me looking around inside?
Collect and process for your deal.
No problem.
- Put them back. - I mean, this is fascinating.
Come on, come on. Let's go, let's go. Come on, let's go.
Hey, get your hands off me.
Ah, I'll give you a little privacy. I don't want to obstruct you.
You are afraid of me looking at these files? Ah? Is that it?
Okay, I'm gone. Enjoy it.
What is it with you? What is it with you?!
I'm sorry about last night, okay?
I really am, it's a habit. Habits can be broken, all right?
- Oh, that's bullshit. - No.
I'm totally serious, all right?
It's not bullshit.
Really.
Why you think Turk was so cool to take the lead on the poetry boy case?
To keep us from finding the killer man. That's what I'll do if I'll cover my tracks.
He takes us on this Baum state, 'cause he wants us to miss direction.
Make sense.
I hate that Turk man.
Hey, it's coming here, coming here.
It's 2:45 in the moring.
It's the killing time? I don't think it's the killing time.
Come on, Baum, go to kill someone in there.
Yeah, kill Turk, man, he's the one set you up. Do us all the favour.
Did you see Turk's full mark scores record these years?
It's ridiculous. Service in 99, 70 yard in 100.
Combat association award, department commedtaions.
This guy can take your life in more than 50 yards.
Through the computer to check this man, a one straight look.
- What about Corelli, she came up with anything new? - No, not yet.
If Baum kills somebody, I don't wanna speak in the car and wait when it happens, okay?
I'll go.
Attaboy, Teddy, attaboy. I'm proud of you, son.
You are Perez, right?
Yeah.
I'm Martin Baum.
I got a permit for this.
I worked as security for the Dimmer District.
So, you figure it's a cop doing the poetry killings?
So, "let's check out Baum", "I think he's gotten wrong deal".
So that's sort of words he says?
- Do you think he got the wrong deal? - Damn straight.
- Life sucks. - Yeah.
- Everything is okay? Simon? - Teddy, what the fuck where you, man?
- How are you doing? - I think you want to tell us someting, Lieutenant Baum.
I got something for you in my pocket.
Passport, credit card receipts, boarding passes...
The day he was killed, I was escorting a client to Brazili.
"If he is truelly penitent, sincere absolution,"
"It must be granted to him."
"Your name doesn't ring your bell."
"But I had so many altar boys over the years."
So many altar boys that so hard to remember their names.
My name is Detective David Fisk, Detective first grade.
You may not remeber me now, but I guarantee you'll remeber my name for you rest of you life.
Farther Connel, may him rot in hell.
Thirteen down, one to go.
White underwear, blue overknee.
Same style, where's the treaters?
I am removing a card that has been inserted into the rump of the deceased.
And placing it into an plastic evidence bag.
- I'll be right back. - All right.
Hey. It's another one, handwritten.
THE OLD MAN WHO THE CHILDREN TRUST. UNABLE TO CONTROL HIS LUST.
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST.
THE CHURK CAN'T SOPT HIM SOMEONE MUST.
I'll see what else I can find.
What's my ringing?
Farther Connel gave my first communion... back in Benslus.
- Hey, guys, sorry we didn't got a chance to call. - Okay, I bet you are.
Go over there, check and look around, we compare notes later. Okay?
Look like our friend settled an old score to Priest.
- Left him pants down. - Oh, come on.
- Oh, look. - Come on, don't talk like that.
Hey, look at it yourself.
Listen, he's gonna tell us that Lieutenat Baum was the altar boy here.
Don't even buy it, this two guys just fucking stink.
Look, Doctor, you got the poems, it is possible, right?... that this guy is a cop.
Na, I've never seen it. I've never even heard about a cop serial killer.
Come on, girls. Let's go, let's go.
Go, go, go...
Doc., give us a tip. How can we catch this guy?
Not to worry about that. He wants to get caught.
You want any better place for lunch?
- I want to thank you. - About spider?
Yeah, and for looking after me at the hospital. And your encouragement.
- Why would he want that? - After while getting away with it isn't enough.
So, is your daughter in the team?
No, she used to play, bu not she's 25 living in California.
- Working as a nurse. - And her mother?
Her mother died when she was very young.
He wants everybody to know that he got away with it.
Show everybody just how brilliant he is.
Most of these killings acquitted right front of Rosster and his face, right?
And he also threatened to kill the lams in front of a hundred of witness,
then he make this crazy bullshit sounds going after Lieutenant Baum.
- Right? Did he? - Yes, he did.
- Why?Why?... - You, you, ...
You gotta show me more than than that, so far you got shit.
- Give him more, man. - You want more? How about the church records?
There was that Turk so diligently pursuing.
Now turns out, our most recently victim, the Farther Connel, has moved...
... all over the places, eight parish in twenty years. Why would he do that as a Catholic priest?
It's obviously. He's giving the children more than communion behind the altar.
Turk already even knows it when this guy was a child. It's very plausible.
So, this priest, Farther Connel, gave you the first Holy Communion?
- He did. - Did he ever try to do anything in improper?
- I mean... - I know what you mean, no, never.
Okay, fine. Is there any reason why somebody out there might think that he did.
No, am I a suspect? Lieutenant?
No, but these buddies are starting to smell...,
a lof of it is drifting in your direction.
- Drifting or being pushed? - What can I say?
You got connections with most of the victims. You are not exactly Mother Teresa.
- I never had any problem with that priest. - Okay, okay, fine.
Let's settle this.
- I had a talk with Riley and Perez. - Good cops.
-Don't fuck around, okay? Just listen. - I'm listening.
They think Turk maybe our guy.
Oh, man, I gotta tell you from where I'm sitting that is so fucking funny.
You can't take that seriously? Right?
Everybody has pretty much accepted that that fact we are chasing one of our own.
But it ain't Turk. Sure as I'm sitting here ain't the guy.
- You know that? - Yes, I do.
- How do you know that? - Because I know it.
I know it to a moral certainty. Okay?
This priest, this father Connel, he was Turk's priest when he was a kid.
- He told you that. - But he didn't tell me this priest was a child molester.
- I can't believe it. - Believe it.
Turk is a good guy. He is one of the best cops.
Don't tell me what I gotta do!
Don't say a god damn word to him about this either, or you're finished.
- Can I speak now? - Do pray.
He cares. You know what I'm saying?
Turk cares about people.
I know he once around like pitbull on crack sometimes, it doesn't matter.
He cares about protecting people.
And if you don't back him, you will regret it.
- Oh, Jesus! - I'm sorry.
I never rattled anyone caged before. You got a minute?
Yeah, what's up?
You know me and Turk are buddies, right?
- Of course. - I'll do anything for him.
He will do anything for you.
- Would you? - Would I what?
Would you do anything for him?
I don't know,..., I..., where is this going?
- He wants to have sex on me. - Really?
You wouldn't mind. But that's not why I'm here.
Okay, why are you here?
Where were you the night Rambo was killed?
And Trager, any alibi for those nights?
I mean did you even know these guys before they were murdered?
- Well, now I learned. - You can't be comfortable when I talk like that.
And you look like you are guilty while you are not guilty.
I know that, you didn't kill those guys, didn't you?
Now you know what Turk feels.
I need you to get me some information...discreetly.
Would you do that for me?
- You got it, absolutely. - Solve these fucking murders.
- Hey, boy genius. - Pefect time, buddy.
Listen, you really worked on Hingis, didn't you? He was on work boubt my partner.
Good, he should be.
I think we should just sit down and see what we can do to square things, okay?
- All right, then we meet at Trails at eight pm. - Can you make that nine?
- I gotta meet an old friend. - Yeah sure, whatever you want.
Hey, fellows.
Thanks for coming.
- This is Cheryl Brooks. - Helllo Cheryl Brooks.
Cheryl got something to tell you.
My daughter, Lynn, died four years ago.
She was ten years old, she was raped, and she was murdered.
The guy was, living with me, name Charles.
- Charles Randall. - Yeah, Charles Randall, he did it.
- So why are you telling us this? - Because he got off for that.
He was acquitted in trial.
- Because...? - Because...
- I testified for him. - You did what?
I said he was with me.
You see, Cheryl here is a very forgiving person... unlike her hard asses.
- He threatened to kill me. - Okay, Cheryl, okay.
You say "goodbye" to the nice officers.
Here go on, back home, and don't drink youself to dead.
Okay, ..., so...
I wanna hear you to say it. Come on, say it.
We planted the gun in Randall's apartment. Okay?
- I said it. Happy? - Thank you.
- Yes, I am. - I'll do it again if I had to.
Because that fucking maggot could run away for all eternity. I sleep just fine.
So what you want from us?
Well, you guys think my partner is this serial killer.
You are way off. You like Turk for this thing? Go have your fun.
I'll go along with you. I even help you.
But do not drag off Charles Randall at that fucking gun.
Because if he walked out of jail, he's gonna end of dead.
Excuse me?
I'll put tools to his fucking head...,
...myself.
Done deal.
My grandmother loved opera..., she supported us by sewing.
I used to thread needles..., for my grand mother.
Devote all the money to church.
- You admired her? - I worshiped her.
Rooster? Has religious, goes to church.
How about you?
"Our job is to keep 99% of the population safe from the other 1%."
"The problem is we have spent half of our life with that 1%,"
"and the better we do that job, the less the other 99% think they need us."
They clueless.
"The only ones are paying attention on the street are the cops and the criminals."
"Everyone else just going somewhere..., or shopping."
I got an order here, placing you on a more strict duty.
That means you work at your desk. You may want to cooperate with the shrink.
Next time you want to meet, And you two will meet again.
Who my fucking heals..., who my fucking heals?!
I'm gonna fucking hole that mother fuck Perez a bullet right through his fucking head for puting through this bullshit.
Fuck! I'm gonna kill that mother fucker.
Calm down, what hell is it? You are making all the wrong move.
What are you talking about? This ain't just a chess game, partner!
Who knows, maybe it is.
You go after Perez now, you know who's gonna happy? You're gonna walk right into his trap.
You ARE! He's just waiting for you.
Fuck Hingis, fuck Hingls believe him.
actually fucking believe that mother fucker Perez.
Stay back, wait. Wait for the right time...,
...then fire away. Not now, now is not the right time.
Believe me.
You believe me? Now is not the time.
Hey, Turk, I gotta skip tonight. My class run late.
But I will see you tomorrow, right?
And I'm sorry about what happened between you and Lieutenant Hingis yesterday.
It's gonna be fine, it will blow over. People will just..., I know it's cary, people over reacting.
All right? Good night.
"It's a cop, it's a cop, it's a cop..."
What you got for me, goodlooking?
Mark my words, there is a reason Perez coming for me.
Perez is too smart to be that stupid.
For one thing that college boy crapped? That's bullshit.
- He did one year, that's all, only one year. - Okay.
They threw him up, threw out the influence.
And I hear from the 2-40 Mister Dabet and Captain Larry the guy is totally fucking ass hole.
BMW 3rd series, Mercedes CLK, cracked (Talking about Car Wars Game)
BMW 7th series, the biggest engine, that's what I shut out begin.
If they shoot at you, you sure wanna get the fuck out there...
Bentley is very good, because...
... in fucked two prostitutes in the back seat.
And mount flame thrower on hood. Da. (Yeah?)
Da.(Yeah.)
Fuck..., fuck in the corner. Are you kidding me?
You know anyone of those neandertals?
Yeah, the whuped is Johcey Ancey from Pansina, a Gambino guy.
And, what about Ivan?
Russian guy, Yevgeny Mugalat, enforce for Guyense, works for Gambino slogger.
- She's against to me. - I know she's against to you.
She's against to me too, you know. I take it in and let it out..., on my own terms.
I bet you didn't write one word down on that little notebook, Prosky gave us.
Of course not, did you?
Yeah, it's great.
It helps me, puts things in perspective.
You know what I'm saying? Write it down, get it out.
- You should try this. - Let me have a look.
This belongs to me, private.
- You won't let see it? - It's my heart. No, sir.
I just got sick of the whole fucking game. Run around, looking for clues, making arrest.
Write report, testify, got deals, with all those so much fucking bullshit.
Detective...
Then it will get reall simple.
Yeah, Detective Perez is here. Hey, Riley, what's up?
I hate scumbags, I like shooting people, why was I giving up?
Hey, look, I set for a meeting with Rooster tomorrow.
Yeah, fast. I don't wanna Turk know anything.
A retirement paryt? A gold watch? Handshake with mayor? My name on some fucking plaque?
What the fucking deal! It's better this way.
Now everybody knows who I was and where I stood.
Hey, it's me.
Listen, I think somebody following me. Here, home.
He's outside right now. Can you..., ah...
...come over, just call me back, okay?
All right.
Come on, open the door.
Turk.
- I just called you. - Put the gun down.
- There's car following me. - Put the gun down! Put the gun down.
- Have you got something to tell me? - About what?
- Trager, Randall... - Did you sneak into my apartment...
What are you doing in your computer?
I was checking all the links in the case.
Are you hiding something from me?
Just received this, it's a poem.
A poem? That was mention, ha?
The handwriting, doesn't ever match. It's a fake.
Well, did you write it? Did you wite it?
What hell is this going on here?
You are spending a lot of time with Perez, aren't you?
Yeah, but we are working on the case.
- What..., are you jealous? - Can I trust you?
- Yes. - Okay.
Give me anything and everything that you can find out about Perez, Riley...
...and they know about me.
Everything, Karen, don't play me.
I am leaning much poor of you into saying "that is a cop".
Well, tell you what, I'm moving passed the leaning stage,
and moving towards the..., I know for sure, to fucking cop stage.
...considering how your police shot a shit out of my house.
Oh, my god, ..., are you hurt?
Am I hurt..., am I hurt, he wants to know if am I hurt.
Actually he's dead.
His name was Mugalat.
- The guy we saw at SALERNOS in the night. - Yeah.
He's in the Intensive Case at St. Luke's.
They think he's the guy chopped off Yakov Prosty's head.
So what do you think? You think he's a victim or could be a suspect?
I don't know, but either way, I think it's gonna be fun.
Doctor, what's the story?
The man is acest humanbeing that I ever come into contact with.
- We took six bullets out of him. - Six?!
Three for the night he was wounded, three for previous shootings.
The was an ank(tank).
Do you mind if I talk to him a little bit?
- His jaws are very short. But go ahead. - That's okay.
I'll ask questions, so he can just grunt.
Hey, wake up. Wake up, you big fucking crazy man.
He wants me to speak Russian?
I think this Russian killing machine could be our first eyewitness.
Wake up, Mugalat, then you can tell us who did this to you.
Detective, I think that's enough.
Then you can tell us where you put Yakov Prosty's head.
43, 43, I need the around the clock security detail on a patient...
Magulat, M-A, gulat. At St. Luke's ICU.
Is this the number I can call to report the case of police brutality?
I can't get your tongue.
Come out on bail again? Well, you think you can scare me, a little bitch, what you want?
Be careful, Detective, my taxes pay your salary.
You don't pay any fucking taxes, you're only like a piece of shit.
Go to the point, come on.
One of your victims, Trager, stolen a whole lot guns down in south.
Same guns turned up in your murder scenes.
So it' simple. Find out who stolen the guns, you got your guy.
So you know the guy?
Yeah, you know, there's a cop I'll deal who maybe a danger to the public.
I'm gonna live with myself, I just don't buy any saying.
Look, I'm gonna give two seconds more, give me a "Yes" or "No".
Do you know the guy? And when do I meet you to talk about it?
- Firday, 9 pm, in my club. - I'll be there.
It is dumb, dumb, this is the mother fucker dumbest right here,man.
Easy son, easy, this is gonna be easy for you.
All you got to do is being bait, that's all. Be a little seduced for us, all right?
You helped us, we got you covered.
You club doesn't get harassed all day. You don't have involved the door in and out of the jail.
Do we have the deal or not?
Yeah, but your boy come in here and got Hannibal Lecter on my ass,
I don't know if Jody fucking Foster can come through the door.
When the god dam ring called, man.
Evening, Detective, you want one?
It's a shit, but it's better that nothing, right?
"As soon I heard that fucking Russian didn't die,"
"I know things'll never be the same."
"I have to change the rules, the strategy."
"I have to be bold..., do something that could never be undone."
"I went for the unforgivable."
Please, no...
Did you hear anything?! I just said!!
How exactly could I be blowing this out of proportion!?
That psychal just assaulted me!
I am telling he is a classic sociopath.
Okay, okay, I'll look into it. All right? I'll look into it.
Now, you stay the hell away from there. Understood? Understood?
Fuck that.
Excuse me, Ma'am, Detective Corelli, Let me see your reservation.
Sure, help yourself.
"Mc Daved Fisk"
- Thank you. - Any time.
Yes, this is Detective Corelli.
I've been trying to reach Dectective Perez and Riley.
And I can't locate them.
- I like to party - I like to cuddle and kiss.
My tongue is hanging out, spitting fake blood.
I need to speak to them urgently.
Yes, I understand, but can I..., I need the location, please.
Hey, he's here.
Let me in.
Thank god, this is the police.
- Yeah, so..., where do we go? - Follow me.
- Used to play ball coupla blocks from here. - What the fuck out there...
When I was a kid, I wasn't afraid of those guys like you.
Still ain't.
Now it's the Karen girl with me, it's a bad neighborhood.
- Ain't bad for me. - Yeah.
Yeah, he's inside.
Well, so far so good.
Stopped dallying the pleasant tree.
- What you got for me? - Good, talk to him.
What do you think he's gonna do?
Oh, Christ, Lieutenant, this is a crack shit.
I lost three fucking teeth that day.
Well, he's not a civilian, he's fucking dealer.
So what? You guys love those stupid gold teeth. You should thank me.
Oh, he's wearing a vest. And Starsky and Hutch are watching him, like a couple of hawks.
- Gay hawks. - Yeah, right there, buddy.
All right, enough bullshit.
So you know about our poetry boy, just talk to me. What you got for me?
- All right, here we go. - "Here we go."
Would you please?
Just caused the guy's talking tough, that don't mean a shit.
Let me ask you something, Kopernik,
That gun in his belt..., What do you think? It's a svervie pistol?
I bet you it traces back to Trager, what do you think about that?
What do you want to bet?
- Four hundred bucks. - You are on.
- I'm in for another five. - This is fun.
- Look, I help you, you reciprocate. - So, help me.
All right, in my loaded cell phone video, I got a recording of Trager the night you put him.
- You got what? - I got a movie.
Coupla kids back from the prom, reserving the special memories,
postive idea you Big Tom.
- Oh, yeah, me? - Yeah.
Okay.
- Now you know what I'm talking about. - Now I got it.
Yeah, well, so how do I look?
Like a poet?
- Because that's who I am, I'm a poet. - All right, come on, let's go.
In fact, I've already wrote a poem for you, Spider. You want to hear it?
Drop your gun, right now! Father fucker, drop to ground!
- Right now! - Oh, grace me...
I mean nation will pay you two more or what?
- Put the fuck weapon on the ground. - Gladly, gladly, right there.
Right there.
- You wanna read my poem? - Easy, easy.
There, read it.
YOU TRIED TO SET ME UP, YOU FUCKS. AND THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT.
YOU THOUGHT I GET MY DICK CUT OFF, INSTEAD YOU WANT TO BLOW IT.
- Great stuff. - What is that shit? - Thank you.
That is poetry.
What are you doing here?
Don't look at me, partner. But I tagged along to protect your ass...
...and to see the look in their faces. It was worth it.
Hey, we are doing our jobs, okay? I'm not gonna apologize.
I don't want you to apologize, Teddy. There's killer out there with the badge.
What are you muddler doing here?
- What do you think we are doing here? - That's a good question.
- It's not him. - No, it's not him.
I just made a thousand bucks.
Where is the..., where's the other gun? Come on. Give it to me. I know you got it.
Don't you frisk me, Sherlock, go ahead, frisk me.
- Frisk me, go ahead. - I don't want to frisk you.
Go ahead.
Nice touch, Mary. What are you doing after work?
Unless you're committed, I mean I don't wanna get in the middle of anything.
What happened to your face? your maid friend gave you a little love bite?
Shut the fuck up! Shut your fucking face!
I will blow your face! You mother fucker. Get the fuck away!...
What's he talking about?
What is he talking about is just 'cause you going for this does mean you're are not our guy.
Now we need to break it down. Come on.
- Don't let it just going fuck up. - Okay, he wants to fuck up...
- Fuck your ass. - How about through it, man?
- You made a mistake. - I'm gonna break this fuck down.
You fucking dog.
Relax, Spider. Come on, let's have a drink for it.
I saw what I think it's a refrigerator right here.
I'll be back in a second.
Hey, pumpkinhead.
Is this the person who shot you?
Are you sure?
No, you pumpkinhead.
Did you miss me?
- Take it easy. - This okay, it's gonna be all right.
- Jesus Christ, Rooster... - I just moved into the room. Yeah.
Sit down.
Sit down!
You get to know about this, Tom..., from me.
Now, just open that little book. Start reading.
Everything you wanna know is in there.
So, read.
Out loud.
For the record.
See little video here.
My name is David Fisk, Detective 1st Grade,
I've been a cop in NYPD for nearly 30 years.
- But, Dave, Dave,... - Yeah, what?
Tom, we got a lot to cover.
And not much time to do it, so...
My name is David Fisk, Detective 1st Grade,
My name is David Fisk,
I've been a cop in NYPD for nearly 30 years.
I don't expect you to remember me.
I mean it's been a long time, since you set me on your lap.
...told me you love me.
In that time...,
I've killed fourteen people.
But I guarantee, ...
you will remember the name...
for the rest of your life.
You don't become a cop because you want to serve or protect.
You enjoy the force because they let you carry the gun and the badge.
Most people respect the badge, everybody respects the gun.
I'm the killer, I show up. I shot the door.
What are you talking about?! This is not a fucking chess game!
Who knows!? Maybe it is. You are making all the wrong moves.
I'll put tools to his fucking head... myself.
I know it to a moral certainty.
Sort of getting numb to it, sort of getting numb to it...
Tom Cowan, he was my role model.
The day I stopped trying to be him, was the greatest day in my life.
Several years back, I framed a lowlife child killer, named Charles Randall.
I should have known it will come back to haunt me.
What,.., what do you want me to do with this?
Is that all you got to say?
I owe you this explation, pal.
Why are you telling me now?
Ivan The Terrible, he's gonna wake up pretty soon.
And he's gonna ID me.
Evening, Detective, you want one?
It's a shit, but it's better than nothing, right?
I can just walk right in here, your Prosky is asleep. Step outside, come on.
Did I have a pick the wrong fuck Russian to shoot.
Now we're going off the record.
Ah..., I want you to take the rap for the Randall gun think. You saw that.
I mean considering the circumstance, why not? No need to thank me.
- But this is about not being me? - Yeah.
I don't get that.
You are great cop, Tom.
I mean you are the one I respire to all my life, it could never be.
Then you broke the law.
Planted the gun..., on Randall...,
...let me down.
I lost my faith.
That's when all started.
And once you did..., I couldn't stop.
Finally..., I didn't want to.
So, I did my own thing, you know what? In the end?
It got done. The scums down.
Then that's it, that's that.
I don't understand what you said,
- don't understand any words... - I know you don't, Tom.
As soon as I heard the Russian didn't die,
I knew I had to change the rules, do something that could never be undone.
I went for the unforgivable.
So what am I gonna do? My friend, partner, arrest you?
Some point I gotta call them in.
- We are team. - We were.
Yeah, we were.
- Great team. - That was yesterday, Dave.
Today, ...
Today you pointed a gun at me.
Blasting gone off yet.
- Bye, Tom. - Where are you going?
I don't know, to hell, I suppose.
Hey, Dave.
Don't come loser!
- You wouldn't. - You want to bet your life on it?
Come on, partner. I know you, you wouldn't.
But I would.
Karen, just take it easy.
- Can I get out of your mind. - Shut up, Dave.
You..., you're gonna defand this...
...lowlife piece of shit!?
- Oh, I am in your head... - I'm not defanding him.
- Just take it easy. - Fuck you, Turk. Put the gun down fast.
- And if I don't? - Dave.
How about I blow your brain down.
Don't move.
- Karen. - You blow me away, Turk dies.
- Is that your idea? - I said, don't move, you crap.
Give me the gun, give me the gun.
Stay here.
Oh, man!
Fuck!
These old locks.
- I mean that ain't good. - Dave, we gotta end this thing.
- End it? - Put the gun down.
What's your plan? You're gonna arrest me?
You're gonna take me down to prison, book me, fingerprint me.
Body care me, search me? What the fuck are you going to do?
Roam me out of Heraldo, show "Freak" a week? Or better yet...
"Depth Psychol Profile" on Oprah...,
Are you ready for that? I ain't gonna fly, man.
Dave, you gave me no choice.
You got a choice, I escape.
Would you do that for me, Tom?
- Would you let me escape? - Come on, don't do this.
I'm gonna make a run for it. What do you think?
You gotta do the right thing.
That's 10-10, partner. Shots firing. Suspect's fleeing.
- Let's go! - Come on, don't go in there.
Hey, partner, come on! Shots firing.
- Don't do this. - Suspect fleeing. Resisting arrest?
Come on!
A RIGHTEOUS MAN..., BEFORE ME STANDS.
A HERO IN THESE FILTHY LANDS.
A BROTHER IN ARMS IN HEART ARE YOU.
I was really hoping you get it too.
I do get it.
- No, you don't. - No, I get it.
You know the only thing in this life...
having given me any satisfaction...
was killing those fucks.
So this is for real.
I mean..., this one is bad.
10-13, officer down.
I ain't go anywhere, Tom. Ain't go anywhere.
It's okay.
34 squad to central, 34 squad to central.
10-13, officer down. 184 St. Niklaas Officer down, 10-13. Hurry, huryy...
- 10-4, confirm called, 184 St. Niklaas, officer down. - Tom, don't.
ETA six minutes.
Don't,...
Don't...
- 34 squad to central. - Central, go ahead, 34 squad.
- It's a 10-55, cancle the ambulance. - 10-5?
Cancle the ambulance, 10-55, cancle the ambulance.
- Are you sure on that? - Sure on that.
- You did this show. - I know, partner. I know.
We did good, Tom.
Tom.
Tell me.
We did good, we did good.
You're a good man, Tom.
You're a good man.
I wish you...
magnificant successful.
- Some piece of work, your partner. - Ligths.
Look, Cowan, as we see it, Detective Fisk just closed the on the poetry boy.
Good, whatever..., whatever you say.
- Have we done? - Yeah, we done.
My daughter called, she was upset about Rooster, and worried about me.
She asked me if I was like him to do something stupid.
Then I said, "like what?".
Take anger management classes? Or retire?
I said I was gonna do the same old thing I always do.
She said "good", whatelse could you do.
I said "right, a real chip off the old block, my daughter".
She said that I was a cop, and a good one.
Funny, Rooster said the same thing.
Hey, guys, let's really play ball.
Count to three...
Everyone in?
One, two, three. Yes!