"previously on nypd blue." " am i charged with a crime?" "don't be flailin' your arms around." "i don't have to go with you." "you dealing with that one nigger in a thousand who knows what you can and cannot do." " i'm dealing with the nigger whose big mouth is responsible-- - shut up, andy." " back off!" " what you said in that elevator-- about those lowlife homeys deciding' to act black." "so you got a problem with me too?" "partner, i was not comfortable with those words." "i am not comfortable with the thoughts behind it. i just want you to understand that." "you got people working for you that like to toss around "nigger"... just like saying, "how you doin'?"" "i've said that word." "i've thought it plenty." "but i've never used it on the job till your hump pal put us on that road." "huh?" "it looks like some kind of drive-by." "d.o.a. in the back's holding a nine-millimeter and maybe half a gram of coke." "half a gram, huh?" "what'd you do, weigh it?" "you safeguard the crime scene." "you don't go through nobody's pockets." " i happened to notice." " andy." "my man, kwasi." "we happen to know this was a wonderful community activist, otherwise this could look drug related." ""aisha, 10:30."" " what, is that some tribal name?" " it's a woman's name." "susan's a woman's name." "[ officer ] i've got the address of the d.o.a. in the front seat." "aw, man, i don't want this to be aisha." "[ simone ] hi." "hi." "[ doorbell buzzes ] - are you looking for my dad?" "because he'll be back at 10:30." "we're-we're policemen." " is your dad kwasi olushola?" " mm-hmm." " what's your name?" " i'm hanna." " hanna, huh?" "well, my dad calls me aisha." "uh, is your moms around here?" "nah, she lives in the bronx." "my daddy's taking me to my baseball game." "hanna, we were supposed to tell you that your dad's involved with something else just now." "do you know your mom's phone number?" "you can write it down here." "what's my dad involved with?" "you know, hanna, we actually didn't get to talk with him." "right now we have to call your moms and then she'll explain to you what's going on." "well, uh, you want to come in my dad's apartment and use his phone?" "yeah, that-- that'd be good." "thanks." "you're welcome." "some skell wino saw a late-model car pull up to the car kwasi's in." "guys in that car start blastin'." "kwasi tries to pull away, drives into the stoop." "skell says two black guys in the hit car, three guys in the car kwasi's in." "three guys?" "yeah. he also says the hit car was green or red." "so i don't make him that reliable." "crime scene recovered 11 .380 casings off the street." "lifted some paint off the right front of kwasi's car. it could have come from the hit car." "d.o.a. in the backseat's, uh, marcus cameron." "street name's "prince."" "three collars for sale." "one pending's an "a" felony, so it had to be a decent weight." "narcotics is coming up with the guy's associates." "kwasi you know." "[ phone rings ]" " yeah?" " i guess the one d.o.a.-- he's now the dealer formerlyknown as prince." "[ fancy ] okay. yeah. got it." "bodega shooting on avenue "d," one d.o.a." "[ martinez ] i'm up." "okay. narcotics'll be helping with theirs." " you want to work the bodega with james and greg?" " sure." "hey, boss, you mind very much if diane stays on ours?" "we were with his little girl till the mother got there." "we didn't really tell her kwasi was dead. she might not want to talk to us no more." "no problem." "just give me a second." "okay. let me know if you need help on canvass." " okay, lieu." " can you give us any help with kwasi's wife?" "no. they must've split up before i knew him." "she left him early?" "maybe she's got some sense." "wait a minute." "that's the last ball-breakin' about kwasi." "you had this guy up for sainthood." "i never had him up for sainthood, and i don't know that he's coming out of this wrong." "i'm telling you, you're done pissing' on hydrants till we find out." "nobody's looking to make him wrong if he's not." "[ man ] work together on this, guys." "hi, hanna. mrs. torrence." "what do you want to ask me?" "well, we wanted to tell you how sorry we were about your dad, first thing." "and we need to talk to you about what your dad was doing before he left the apartment." "and there's some other things." "we also need to talk to your mom." "we wanted to give both of you a little bit of time to yourselves before we did that." "so you lied that he was alive?" "we talked about that, hanna." " we thought your mom should tell you about your dad." "i found out who you are." "i don't want you talking with her." "this is detective russell." "maybe you could talk with her while we talk with your mom." "diane russell." "i'm sorry about your dad, hanna." "you want me with you while you talk to her?" "you weren't with daddy." "hanna, um, why don't we talk back here, all right?" "i don't know if you're hungry, but we've got some things in the refrigerator." "[ hanna ] okay." "would you feel comfortable talking in here?" " or would you rather go into an interview room?" " we can talk here." " right this way." "[ door creaks ]" " you want me to excuse myself?" " i've dealt with people like you before." "it's hanna we were trying to protect." "ma'am, right here." "do you have any idea why this happened to your husband, mrs. torrence?" " no." " do you know marcus cameron, the man who was shot with him?" "we didn't have many friends in common, and we'd been separated three and a half years." "his street name was prince, this marcus cameron." "i didn't know him." "do you mind if i ask you about you and kwasi not having friends in common?" "i'm a nursing supervisor." "it takes a lot of time." "so did hanna." "we found a note in kwasi's pocket about, uh, your daughter's baseball game." "he called her aisha." "what do you want to know about that?" "well, actually, i'm interested to know why you both call her different names." "don't play detective games with me, please." "people separate for reasons." "none of the things kwasi and i disagreed about had anything to do..." "with your investigation." " you sure about that?" "i'm sure." " is that 'cause you know why he was murdered?" "i know he wasn't murdered for any of the reasons you'd like to think." "my husband was an honorable, good-hearted man, and he was brave enough to believe in people others wanted to keep in the junk heap." "that's what got him killed somehow-- trying to help." "[ simone ] what work was kwasi involved with most recently?" "he was involved with hanna." "that's what i know about." "okay." "hanna wants to say something to her mom." "i'm sorry, mom, for what i said to you. and i'm sorry if i hurt your feelings." "it's okay, pumpkin." "please don't be mad at me and go away too." "come here. it's all right." "i understand." "i'm not going anywhere." "hanna wanted her mom to know that." " uh-huh." "and she was telling me about her uncle, too, and how her dad was trying to help him." "who was daddy trying to help?" "uncle jerome." " he called daddy. [ sniffles ] - jerome's kwasi's brother?" " no." " my brother." "daddy went to meet him in his car and said he'd be back in time for my game." "hanna, did your dad say what he was trying to help your uncle about?" "no. he just said he'll be back." "where are we going to find your brother, mrs. torrence?" "i don't know." "i haven't been able to reach him in two days." "i can show you where his apartment is." "hey. what do you got?" "911 from an anonymous male." "place is empty when we get here except the d.o.a.... and some four-year-old kid wandered in from next door, and this guy, some kind of juicehead." "this guy says he saw a woman run off right when the shots went off." "[ clears throat ] hey, champ. how's it going?" "[ grunts ] ah, who'd you see?" "lisa. does this." " yeah?" "was she in the store when the shots went off?" " i think she was doing this." " couple guys in nice clothes." " that's the first he said about the guys." " who is this guy?" "is this the owner?" " 'swaldo's the owner." "oswaldo mendoza. we got his number off the beer license." "no answer at his house." "how-how are we gonna find "lisa, does this"?" "i'm not looking for trouble." "i'm ill." "[ coughs ]" " yeah?" "how are you ill?" " i need cough medication." "got a scrip and no money." "okay. ten bucks for the scrip if you take us to lisa's stroll." "i need the full charge on the scrip, $14." "all right. so there's $14 in it." "let's go back inside." "let's go." "all right. you stay here." "okay?" "stay right here." "hey." "look at this." "nothing on the shelves but condoms, garbage bags, sweet pickles." "what more would a shopper need?" "we get here, there's a four-year-old... standing two feet from the body, three feet from the gun." "yeah. hooray for neighborhood watch." "he's very good about his responsibilities." "he's worked at this building for six years. i don't know where he would be." "you, uh, said your brother had that one problem a while back." "that was 22 years ago." "they asked him to be a lookout." "he didn't know what they were doing necessarily." "if jerome was involved with kwasi getting hurt-- i don't know." "then i don't know anything." "[ sniffing ] [ whimpering ] bobby." "oh, god." "oh, don't kill anybody." "it's the police, and it's your sister." "i'm gonna open this door." "[ mrs. torrence ] jerome." "[ sipowicz ] come on out of there." "come on." " [ crying ] i messed myself." "jerome, what happened?" "how'd kwasi get shot?" "i'm ashamed." "i'm ashamed of everything." "turn around." "he didn't give you anything in the car?" "just some stains to clean up." "josh is with him in the locker room until he gets together." "narcotics says, uh, marcus cameron, the d.o.a. in the car with kwasi, was in gerard markham's crew." "this is prince?" "yeah. markham's street name's "fat cat." they gave us his usual places." " you run jerome through b.c.i.?" " six months for burglary when he was 18. clean since." "he's been a super at the same building for the past seven years." "from what his sister says, he's a regular at church." "anything pass between them in the car?" "he told her that he was ashamed and very sorry." "[ knocking ] yeah?" "he's cleaned up." "i got him in 2." "she oughta take that girl home." "she, uh, don't want to leave until she finds out what her brother has to do with it." "how's it going, jerome?" "you want a soda or something?" " you sure you don't want anything to drink?" " no." "look, 'cause, jerome, we-- we gotta know what your part in this was, and we need you pulled together." "okay?" "now, hanna, your niece-- she puts you with her dad just before him and another guy got murdered." "there's a witness on the scene that said there was a third guy... in the car past the two victims, so we gotta make that guy you." "why did the shooters let you get away?" "were you the setup guy?" " no." " jerome, say something past "no" here, okay?" "i'm afraid to say." "well, you're gonna have to get over that." "'cause i got him killed, and if more is gonna happen-  you got kwasi killed?" " yes." "tell us how you think you got him killed." "i had found some drugs in my building." "they were hidden in a boom box under the landing, and i called it to the police attention." "when was this?" "four nights, which later i found out was cocaine." "and i left a note to tell 'em where to find it." "this was at the 27 you left the note?" "i couldn't-- i couldn't look to see what happened after, 'cause i'm downstairs." "but next day it was gone." "then here come the drug dealer looking for me, say he gonna kill me either if i don't give him his drugs or money, $37,000." "say he knew it was me 'cause of the storage area." "what was his name?" "he didn't say." "he's the guy that was in the car with you and kwasi?" "yeah." "how'd kwasi get into it?" "i had went to him, 'cause i was afraid." "i was supposed to meet him today at fourth and "b."" "wait a minute." "this is prince, the guy who wanted his drugs back?" "or either he was gonna kill me." "i been afraid to tell him that i had told the police, and i didn't know what to do." "and i called kwasi." "did he know prince?" "uh-uh. i just wanted kwasi to tell what happened." "and he did it for me." "the other guy met you?" "he got out of his car at fourth and "b," got in kwasi's backseat." "kwasi said that i called 911 to take the drugs away, and that that was the right thing to do." "and that if he harmed me over it, kwasi would call the police himself." "then he said that he had been fronted... for half those drugs, and that who he owed was after him." "kwasi's saying, "well, that's between y'all."" "then hell broke loose." "a car drove up doing weird stuff with their doors-- closing 'em, opening 'em weird." "then the shooting started." "kwasi drove off, but he just drove into the front of the building." "he must've already been shot." "then they came over and shot the guy in the backseat from close, then drove off." "but they didn't try and shoot you." "[ snorts ] kwasi fell over me in the seat." "i don't know if they even saw me." "seemed like they was after the other one." " did you get any kind of look at them?" " not much." " jerome, what does that mean?" " i don't know how much a look i got." "i got a look at 'em, but i don't know how much in terms of recognizing." "i'm not trying to lie to you." "i'll help you if i can." "you know someone named fat cat?" "no." "but he said something about him-- the prince." "said his name about the drugs." "fat cat was who fronted him." "could i get a soda?" "yeah." "[ on speaker ] yeah, we'll get you a soda." "you buy that?" "do you?" "sounds pretty good." "take him home, josh." "let him know we'll need him back... to try to make i.d.'s if we come up with fat cat's button guys." "all right." "says he wants a can of soda." "i'll get it on the way out." "so we're gonna run it for the mother?" "yeah. get her to go home." "[ door closes ] that little girl doesn't need to be hangin' around here." "[ man chattering ] yeah, thanks for calling back." "i just wanted to ask you a few questions." "what did my brother say?" "was he involved?" "[ door closes ] it's all right." "your brother turned in some drugs to the police that he had found in his building." "when the dealer who had stashed the drugs figured out it was jerome who'd found them, he started threatening jerome." "then jerome asked kwasi to talk to the dealer." "kwasi-- he, uh, stood up for your brother." "he told the dealer to leave jerome alone, and while this all was happening... it looks like the people who the dealer had gotten the drugs from came and they shot 'em." " and they shot kwasi too." " that's what it looks like." "so my dad was being a good person." "that's right, hanna." "all right. all right." "well, i know you probably want to get home now." "i want to know my husband's killers are gonna be arrested." "we got a good idea who to look for, and we're gonna notify you when anything happens." "do you have someone to be with you, margaret?" "i don't want you all arranging my grieving any more than my husband would." "bye." "sure hope we get this fat cat's places from the boss." "probably no use looking till midnight." "yeah, they don't like being out early if they're not doing murders." "anyone got some sleeping blankets?" "i don't think we're going home tonight." "[ man chattering ] [ phone ringing ] i'm giving you full cooperation." "whatever you want to know." "that's great, lisa." "i don't know nothin' about what happened." "come on. sit over here." "lisa, a guy who hangs on the street outside a bodega says that right after the murder, you came running out, right after the shots were fired." "well, if you want to believe a cough-syrup junkie and a juicehead-- you're saying you weren't in the bodega?" "no, i'm just telling you what lonny is." "and i happened to have been in the bodega to get a female product." "lonny says you were doing some guys in there." "yeah, well, lonny wouldn't know sex from an uptown bus." "you don't make yourself a witness, lisa, we're gonna make you an accomplice." "so stop bum-rapping lonny and tell us what went on." "i was in the bodega to get a female product." "two gentlemen asked to ask me something in the basement." "so i go down there with one after the other one, and the other one yells, "it's him."" " which was oswaldo mendoza." " not oswaldo, the first gentleman in the basement." "lisa, the guy you were down there with that went back upstairs-  i'm asking you:" "who was he talking about?" " not oswaldo." "they were waiting for someone to come in." "the well-dressed guys were waiting for the guy who got murdered?" "that's what i would gather." "and what did oswaldo have to do with it?" "oswaldo said i should party with them." "so now you're done partying with the guy, who already went back upstairs, and he shouts out, "it's him."" "what's the other guy you're still doing do?" "he's straightening' himself out." "then there is shots and cryin' and moanin'." "and he runs upstairs, and i gather that they both run out the alley door." " and where's oswaldo?" " oswaldo's gone." "and the two well-dressed guys oswaldo had you party with-- they were gone." "it's just the guy that's whacked that's left." "yeah, bleeding' and cryin' "madre"in spanish." " and you book?" " yeah, and that turd lonny gives me up." "i cooperated fully." "i want to go." "you're staying here till we find oswaldo." "oh, brother." "can i at least get some stuff from my girlfriend's?" "who're you kidding, lisa?" "forget about your crack pipe... till we get oswaldo in here." "[ sighs ] well, under those circumstances, oswaldo's probably over at his numbers room, over here on ninth." "[ metal detector chirps ]" " back off, back off." " what's goin' on, fellas?" "we're pickin' up a guy." "who you looking for?" "turn the music off, turn the lights on and stay out of our way." "i think that guy's on the job." "[ no audible dialogue ]" "?" "[ funk ]" "all right. back off." "everybody, back off." "turn that music off!" "come on. everybody, get your hands in the air!" "come on. get off me. back off." "hands where we can see 'em." "hands out, everybody." "[ simone ] hands up. put your hands up." " what's goin' on, man?" " gerard markham?" "[ chuckles ] oh, you call me that, my mama must've sent you." " get up!" " [ russell ] you drop this?" " from where?" " stand up." "[ sipowicz ] you too, peewee." "get up. come on. stand up." "over here. come here." "this mean we going in?" "that's right, fat cat." "we are going in. i need another pair of cuffs here." "see, you call me that, now i know who you're talking about." "you keep talking like we're chums, blimpy." "we'll give you the secret handshake at the station house." "all right." "come on." "go for a walk." "damn." "[ chattering ]" "i want to tell you, i searched 'em all before they went in." "you want to be a defense witness for these guys?" "i was just concerned you had probable cause." "they got you way in their pocket, don't they, brother?" "my c.o. knows that i do off-duty securities." "in an unlicensed premises, serves liquor to felons." "i don't go upstairs too much." "yeah, well, that's what's going on up there." "now, i'm coming back off duty, so you can pick between an ass-whippin'... or having your c.o. in my office while i.a.b. takes your statement." "this guy's a collar." "i hope you already got your bribe." "hey, hey. let's talk, fellas." "i don't need this cage." " [ simone ] yeah. come here." "[ sipowicz ] stand over there." "you know, i get claustrophobic just taking a walk in the park." " you're a collar for the gun, fat cat." " no, the gun was on the floor." " i don't think you can put that on me." " he's telling you something." "why don't you shut your mouth, or i'm gonna start beatin' on you." "[ clears throat ] i'm gonna get a coke." "you're a collar for the gun, fat cat." "but the conversation's not about the gun." "the conversation's about prince." " connection with what?" " connection with selling coke for you, fat cat." "when he comes up late paying off a front, you get some other guys in your crew to take him out." "hey, you know, i was at the javits boat show all yesterday with my mother." "so you know he got hit yesterday?" "newspaper said." "oh, negroes read." "[ laughs ] how about them models at that boat show with their titties hanging out?" "man, white women smilin' at the brothers. huh!" "got me all excited, detective sipowicz." "did you get excited, fat cat?" "how could you tell with your belly hanging over your joint?" "back in the cage." "come on." "aw, fat cat gets claustrophobic in there." "i'm gonna ask my lawyer what time we got here. you better tell him where i'm at too." "shut your mouth." "that's my third pill sublingual." "you're both witness." "what brought on the pressure, oswaldo?" "waiting for the brooklyn number?" " how about acting in concert on a murder?" " i got angina." "up for a bypass." "yeah?" "right over here." "why'd that guy in your bodega get shot?" "don't ask me." "oswaldo, you were having that whore... keep those button guys happy in your grocery's basement." "you want us to believe that you don't know what they were doing there?" "i got tightness in my chest and the nitro isn't relieving it." "that's from not telling the truth." "that shuts your system down." "you're never gonna hear this in a courtroom." " we're not in a courtroom." " the guy who was shot was shaking me down." "what happened was beyond my control, but that's what he was there for." "my understanding, they was gonna talk to him." "the other happened." " it was like a horse was on me, the middle of my chest." " you hired these two guys?" "i did not hire them." " so who were they, oswaldo?" "concerned relatives?" "i pay a guy to look out for me, all right?" "i already pay somebody." "and?" "and those guys work for him." "you gotta find a way to give 'em up, oswaldo." "if you think i'm gonna get between that-- i got enough death looking me in the face." "otherwise, you're our chief suspect." "then prosecute me." "i have to see my physician." "i don't want to be hindered." "dr. felix moscoso." "i don't want no trouble." "am i pale?" "i don't know what your natural color is." "they can't see you, jerome." "you take all the time you need." "it's number three or number four." "jerome, i'm not telling you how to answer here, but i did explain to you that if you're not sure picking one guy out, then the i.d. don't help us none." "i'm going with number three." "and where do you recognize him from?" "shooting' up the car i was in where my brother-in-law got killed-- my former brother-in-law." "is that right?" "don't worry. i wasn't doing anything anyway. if you need me, i'll be on the upstairs cot." "waste of time trying him on the second hitter." "hey, lieu. i just got a phone tip. some drunk's bragging on a bodega whack." "where's this?" "up on ninth, a dominican bar." "want us to take a look?" "yeah, go ahead." "what about the idea of e.s.u. for backup?" "hey, greg, that'll take three hours." "yeah, i'd hate to sit around here on overtime." "which hitter you want to flip?" "who do you think's dumber?" "got a nice dopey vibe off that hollis." "if we keep trenton, too, maybe we can make him think hollis gave him up." "won't that make trent dumber?" "thanks, harold." " want him uncuffed?" "yeah, take his cuffs off." "[ door closes ] i'm a friend of your boss, hollis. we're both on the same team." " you understand what i'm sayin'?" " yeah." "well, then you're one up on your buddy in there, so you're the one that's gotta set his mind straight." "okay?" "i can walk you both out off an illegal search, but trent is saying he don't even work for fat cat." " do what you gotta do, chief." " i can't, because your asshole buddy isn't letting me." "i'm telling you, the d.a. don't hear you vouch for this other guy, the wrongful search goes away, then my hustle is gone, and i'll blow your head off." "i don't know what you're telling me." "you vouch trent works for fat cat. the d.a. is watching through the mirror." "then we go with illegal search." "vouch how?" "i lead you into the room." "you vouch he works for fat cat." "i lead you out." "i don't know how to vouch." ""yes, that's him." "he's the one who was with me."" "is that too tough for you, hollis?" "what the hell do i care how you vouch?" "all right." "you vouch, and you get out." "all right." "right. come on." "that's him." "i-i vouch he's the guy." "your buddy just give you up, trent, or am i taking that wrong?" "is there anything you want to do about that, or, uh, you want to start thinking about being a husband to some guy named joe?" "no. i want to do something about it." "who i gotta talk to?" "i'm a wonderful listener." "[ chuckles ] what a country." "cops at the 27 come up with the note that super said he left about the drugs?" "no note, no vouchered drugs." "you think someone down at the 27 has an interesting second job?" "i don't know, cohen." "?" "[ latin ]" "what're you drinking?" "two different guys at the end of the bar fit a call we got." " i don't know about no call." "yeah, you do. you made it." "look, i don't want the guy in my bar, but i'm not getting involved past that." "all i'm asking is, point the guy out." "don't come back for no i.d. i didn't hear nothing, and i didn't see nothing." "the guy all the way at the end is the guy." "[ man ] pack of smokes." "keep your hands on the bar." "ay, ¿¿queéé pasa?" "what's going on?" " [ martinez ] shut up. we're going in." "for what?" "what's going on?" "i said, shut up." "domingo. [ speaking spanish ] hey. some broad you kissed off gave you up." "so don't piss me off or i'll kick your ass." "all right, all right." "some broad, huh?" "some broad, domingo?" "this reinterview-- he's gonna think i'm doing it lookin' to hurt the other guy." "we gotta do the reinterview." "i'm telling you what fancy's gonna think." "with him everything's racial." "if you see greg, he needs to call his super." "i think he went with james to court. he's looking for that hooker in the bodega homicide." "[ spits ] regards to this reinterview with jerome, we know we got the collars." "if it turns out some cop didn't log the coke in, the d.a. and the i.a.b.... are gonna turn the 27 upside down." "i just don't wanna leave no stone unturned, alternative possibilities." "i agree." "no one's unwilling to accept... this other guy was doing good-- kwasi." "picked up jerome." "he's in 2." "all right. thanks, josh." "astrachan's shuttle service." "sit over there." "huh?" "sit over there." "[ door closes ] we got to know more about that note, jerome, where you told the police about the drugs." "i wrote it and i left it at the desk." "you wrote it and left it on the desk at the 27 station house?" "two blocks up and one over from my building." "i don't know the number." " was the sergeant at the desk?" " nobody was at the desk." "you lying piece of crap!" "there's always somebody at the desk!" "describe the desk that you're talking about, jerome." "it's a little desk just when you walk in." " got flyers on it." " community relations desk." "what if i told you, jerome, that we heard that you and kwasi were both in on this drug deal?" " that's not true." " nobody's looking to hurt you here, jerome." "there's no evidence that we can use. but if you were involved in this, we gotta know about it for what we take to the d.a." "it's not true." "maybe kwasi was involved and you just took the ride?" "didn't even know what it was about?" "he wasn't." "he died trying to help me." "if i should've signed my name or took the drugs in myself, that's on me." "don't do that to him." "see, that is blackmail." "i know you talked to the judge." "relax, lisa." "if you're making lonny the trick on the complaint against me, that is a joke." "shut your mouth, lisa, and we'll straighten this out." "i want out!" "i'm supposed to see my girlfriend!" "what you want to do on the outside can probably happen, but first you do something for us." "i showed you where to find oswaldo. i did something for you yesterday." "lisa, we picked up a guy last night." "someone dropped a dime, heard him talking in a bar how him and a buddy whacked a guy in a bodega." " uh-uh. forget it. no way." " we just want you to look at this guy in a lineup." "no way." "i wouldn't recognize him." "no one's going to ask you to testify, lisa." "you didn't see the shooting." "we just want to know:" "did you bang this guy in the basement?" "i didn't bang anyone, okay?" "i can prove i had a female situation!" "whatever you did in the basement." "no!" "no!" "no way!" "why don't you talk to oswaldo instead of jamming me up." "you talk to that asshole lonny." " lonny didn't see nothing." " well, i didn't either." "i don't want to make an i.d." "gentlemen." "[ fancy ] charge fat cat and the two shooters on the homicide." "on the drug note, we think the super's telling the truth." "meaning one corrupt cop minimum." "[ fancy ] that part doesn't work out of this office." "i.a.b. and the 27." "and it don't give you no reason to get in bed with fat cat." "be interesting to hear who was on his payroll." "looks to piggyback one case on the other... to get a bigger splash for his boss, this greasy little twerp." "don't bring it into this office." "how do i get to be the bad guy?" "ask your parents." "hi. you called in that mrs. torrence and her daughter?" "uh, yeah. yeah." "do this with me." "mrs. torrence." "when there's developments in a case we try to let you know about them." "have there been arrests?" "there have been, yes." "we've arrested two men we believe did the actual shootings, and we put a warrant out for a man we think gave the order." "his lawyer's bringing him in." "why did you accuse my brother of being involved again?" "we were verifying that he wasn't involved. sometimes you take interview techniques, you make it seem that you think something that you don't." "taking his word would've been out of the question." "under these circumstances, yes, it would have, ma'am." "excuse me." "we wanted to tell you about the arrest, and we understood and appreciated what kwasi's role had been." "yesterday hanna said she believed that her dad was a hero, and that's what our investigation proved." "[ clears throat ] what it's worth, uh, i had some respect for him too." "he could've jammed me up on this job when him and me got into it, but he said his piece to me man-to-man and left it there." " can we go?" "i'd also say to hanna... it's hard to lose a dad before his time, 'cause that happened with my son, and i'm sorry for you on that score." "you just remember that's the man who called your father a nigger." "please, don't say that to her." "it, uh-- it was circumstances that i think you know about, but i don't think she could understand that." "i don't ever want her to understand someone using that word." "you called him a nigger." "are you a bigot and a hypocrite too?" "i apologize then." "people who hated him alive don't get to say nice things now." "hanna, i-- i apologize for using that word about your father." "all right." "i'm leonard moscoso, oswaldo mendoza's attorney." "i thought moscoso's his doctor." "i believe felix moscoso is his doctor." "mr. mendoza's ill and can't look at your lineup." "yeah?" "can we bring him a photo array?" "at present, he's too ill." "he can make the i.d.'s off the record if he wants. we'll go at these guys a different way." " we want an indication we're looking at the right people." " mm-mm. too ill." "so how come he picked up the phone at home when we asked him to come in?" "people don't have to be in hospitals to be sick." "we're gonna have to kick this guy who could've given up his accomplice." "two murderers your client can get off the streets. we're gonna have to turn 'em loose." "don't pretend your client oswaldo wasn't working drug deals out of that bodega, mr. moscoso, not with that grocery selection." "as long as you're running errands, you tell oswaldo he's a lying, gutless scumbag." "it's easy to have opinions not having to live and do business in the neighborhood." "my opinions don't depend where i live." "tell him he's a scumbag, and he gets the neighborhood he deserves." "good day." "good day." "hey, how's it going?" "good." "how's yourself?" "all right." "i guess we gotta go kick this guy." "[ hand thuds ]" "did you hear her tell that little girl to hate me?" "yeah." "come back from vietnam, i go right on the job." "job don't send me to the academy or nothing." "puts me undercover right away, 'cause-- cause i'm who they're looking for." "just out of the service, working-class guy-- all the credentials for being some disillusioned asshole who wants to piss on everything... i just spent two and a half years getting shot at about." "i don't even get to be with cops when i'm debriefed." "some guy in the bottom of the post office building... takes my information and tells me what to do." "jerk in a suit-- he don't even tell me his name." "he has me join the young patriots." "it's-- it's like the women's auxiliary for the black panthers." "i get to bring the panthers coffee and lead cheers." ""right on," you know." ""oh, you said a mouthful, brother."" ""let's definitely take that bank off."" "then i go work my cover job unloading furniture." "and then i go home and i drink myself stupid so as not to run my head into the wall, thinking how much i hate what i'm doing." "i sat in rice paddies the night so dark you didn't know which way was up, wanting to scream and shoot your gun off for light and you'd know where the hell you were, so i could come home and do chores and hear my country get pissed on by a bunch of spades!" "hey, andy!" "don't start talking like that, all right?" "i'm trying to explain something to you." "and i'm telling you that when you use that kind of language, i can't get to what you're saying." "you don't have to call 'em spades to tell what happened." " spades is how i feel." " you call that little girl a spade?" "she's not who i was talking about." "well, that's who i see when you're talking." "you follow my problem?" "hey, forget about it." "you have a nice night." "i was trying to explain something to you." "excuse me for-- for trying to talk to my partner." "[ scoffs ] go ahead, partner." "[ sniffs ] it was hard for me." "you understand that, huh?" "come back to the world-- least i-- i thought i could talk to somebody, and maybe somebody, uh, respects what i did." "i dreamt of being a cop." "now a cop sees me on the street he spits-- he spits on the ground." "and i know he's supposed to, 'cause i'm kissing bastards' asses... want to blow up the bank that my mother pays her house loans at." "and i'm telling these bastards how brave and great i think they are." "how i loved it when my dad-- he-he finally saved enough... after he's in the service to move us from the quonsets." "and we're finally in a decent neighborhood until they move in." "i gotta fight to keep my lunch money, and the project turns into a sty." "and he gets his eye put out by one of 'em drunk with a hammer... who don't want his gas meter read." "to have her tell that little girl to hate me-- i try to do my job." "put your own feelings aside unless they show you they're wrong." "and that sweet little girl is told to hate me." "but what is she supposed to do, andy?" "she supposed to feel sorry for you?" "she's supposed to think it's okay you call her father a nigger... because you had bad times growing up?" "i had bad times from them people my whole life." "hey, my dad got his ass kicked at shape-ups... by white longshoremen for being dark-skinned." "i don't hate them people, and i don't hate you." "but i'm supposed to care what happened to her people 300 years ago." "there you go." "at least she shook my hand." "yeah." "i don't think she hated me that much." "[ door closes ]"