01x04 - To Protect and Serve

[bunniefuu]

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♪ ain't worth a dime ♪

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than your pope ♪

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knots than rope ♪

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♪ lords of mc's
shakin' with this track ♪

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♪ mc's will run
like a b*mb threat ♪

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♪ getting hotter
than the sun get ♪

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♪ that rocks from
here to tibet ♪

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with my action ♪

♪ that the mack sends
to mc's, stop relaxing ♪

♪ this brand new
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brand new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ time for new flava in ya ear ♪

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flava in ya ear ♪

♪ mack's the brand
new flava in ya ear ♪

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new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ time for new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ I'm kicking new
flava in ya ear ♪

♪ mack's the brand
new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ ha! ♪

[Theme music playing]

[Upbeat music playing]

All right.

All right. I'm down, Miranda.

I'll be there.

I signed for it.

Look, I'm not gonna
be able to make dinner,

but I'll make drinks.

- [Laughs]
- What?

Um, I'll talk to you
later, baby, all right?

J.c: Chantal's
lawyer's telling me here

she needs another $250
a month for child support.

Well, g's growing
up, brother man.

I just gave that woman
some extra money

for that damned private school!

This is crazy. I'm
fighting this, man.

You know, what you need to
do is find Chantal a new man.

What she needs
to do is hit that lotto,

- or something.
- Cooper: Who's catching?

Eddie: Yo, that's us.

We're up, lieutenant.

You got a body.

One-two-o-one morningside.

All right, we're off.

Come on, baby.

[Police siren wailing]

- C.j.: What you got?
- Fresh k*ll.

- Three to four hours ago.
- Fresh?

Body's been out
here three hours,

nobody's even called it in?

It's your neighborhood.

Kid's name is Scott Clancy.

What's the cause of death?

Lead poisoning.

Keep up with them jokes, wong,

you'll be ready for
amateur night at the eprada.

- How big are the holes?
- Medium.

Nines. Maybe thirty-eights.

Mrs. Clancy: Supposed
to be at school today.

- Oh, my god!
- Must be the mother.

Mrs. Clancy: Do you have
a name for this person?

- No, no, no, i...
- Officer, let that lady

through, please. Come with me.

- Mrs. Clancy?
- Yes. How do you know my name?

I'm detective torres.

- Do you want to come with me?
- No. Uh, why?

I'm all right.

Is this your son, Mrs. Clancy?

Take a look.

No.

No, no!

No, no, not my baby, no!

- Not my Scotty, no!
- Come on, come on.

They k*lled him.
They k*lled my baby.

He was going to be a doctor.

He was from here.

He was going to help people.

Nancy: ♪ the time is right ♪

♪ you hold me tight ♪

♪ and love is got me high ♪

♪ please tell me, yes ♪

♪ and don't say no, honey ♪

♪ not tonight ♪

♪ I need to have
you close to me ♪

♪ in more ways than one ♪

♪ and I refuse to leave ♪

♪ until I see the morning sun ♪

♪ creep through my window pane ♪

♪ because love
won't let me wait ♪

♪ I don't want to wait ♪

♪ I don't want to wait,
I don't want to wait ♪

♪ I don't want to wait,
I don't want to wait ♪

♪ love won't let me wait ♪

♪ my temperature's rising ♪

♪ love ♪

♪ love won't let me wait ♪

Are you okay?

I just can't get the look

on that boy's mother's
face out of my head.

What if that had been my son?

Nancy: All right.

- Man: Yeah.
- [Applause]

Thank you. Thank you, very much.

That's our set for this evening.

We hope you'll come
back to Natalie's real soon.

Please? Thank you.

[Applause]

J.c., Chantal.

[Indistinct chatter]

Singer: ♪ here we are ♪

♪ [indistinct]

So are we going to say hello?

Singer: ♪ [indistinct]
And make me feel ♪

Sandra: Chantal.

Chantal: Sandra. J.C.

What's up, Chantal?

J.c. This is Trey.

A pleasure.

How you doing?

- Where's g?
- I dropped him home,

- uh, after practice.
- With a babysitter.

Who charges by the hour,

so we don't mean to be rude,

- but we gotta get going.
- Hold it, hold it.

- What practice?
- Um, Trey took him to a Knicks...

- A Knicks practice.
- Yeah, he dug it, too.

- It was nice meeting you, Trey.
- Same here.

- Take care, Chantal.
- Yeah.

Yo, I gotta give props to
Sandra, man, or something.

She ain't no fool.

But you and g are solid, man.

You ain't gotta worry
about a damned musician.

I ain't worrying about that guy.

Just 'cause he could get
tickets to the Knicks practices.

- Yeah, but...
- Whatever.

It'll be cool for g.

You know, he
needs stuff like that.

- This the place?
- Yeah, here it is.

Clancy's room was 418.

Resident advisor,
Claude dusable.

He's a Haitian grad
student. Let's check this out.

J.c.: Did you see
Scott this weekend?

Uh, no.

I did not see Scott
Saturday or Sunday.

You see him fighting
or arguing with anybody?

No. He, he was a nice guy.

Everybody like him.

What's wrong, brother?

You seem a
little... A little tight.

No, I have the utmost
respect for the police.

Damn. Versace sportswear?

You could buy the place I
live in for what these cost.

- Check this out.
- Eddie: What's that?

Address books in code.

I smell a dealer.

You know anything about this?

No, officer.

Uh, during the regular year,

there are 60 kids on this floor.

I have a part-time job,

and I carry a full
load of classes.

I mean, as long as they
don't break up the place,

I leave them alone.

C.j.: Well, well, well.

Was your boy Scott
a ballistics major?

You ever notice any
drugs on this floor?

No. No, officer.

Come on, baby.

Who you think you're talking to?

Okay, I knew the
kids smoke reefer,

but I thought that
was normal in america.

No hard stuff?

Hard stuff?

Yeah. Crank, cocaine,
smack, any of those?

I don't know.

Check it, check it out.

Baby.

- Cocaine, baby.
- Uh-huh.

Word to the herb.

Yo, frenchie.

I want a list of everybody

that's been in and
out of this room.

[Upbeat music playing]

Eddie: Word is,
you're his best friend.

Larry: Yeah, we hung together.

J.c.: So, uh,
when's the last time

- you saw him, Larry?
- Larry: Walking home

- from the slam.
- Eddie: On 8th Avenue?

Yeah. We live on different
sides of morningside park,

so we always split up there.

- Any problems on the way?
- No.

Did you see anybody standing
around when you guys split up?

Just folks sleeping on benches.

What about the club?

You see, uh, him
riffing with anybody?

Yeah yeah, some black dude.

- Did he know him?
- I think so.

He kept telling
Scott, "four years,

punk four years."

You know what
this guy looked like?

Larry: A little over six feet,

dark skin, and buff, man.

Serious. He had on, uh, gold
earrings and a heavy chain.

Did Scott have any enemies?

No. No, I don't think so.

You sure?

No. Scott was all right, man.

Everybody liked him.

Not everybody.

Suki: I'd only been going out
with him since school started.

C.j.: So you just met him?

Suki: Oh, no, I knew
him from the dorm.

You know, we were
friendly, just not you know.

Eddie: What about his friends?

Yeah, I knew some of them.

You know, Scotty had
turned his whole life around.

He's...

He was an honor student.
He wanted to be a doctor.

Turned his life
around from what?

Just teenage stuff.
Nothing serious, really.

So the black guy
was out of his past?

Suki: At the slam?

Yeah, that brother
was pretty scary.

You never saw that guy before?

No. And I hope I never
see him again, either.

Did he k*ll Scott?

I wish we knew.

The kid from the club,
sounds like a perp to me.

Yup, yup. Buffed
and talking time, man.

I see me an ex-con.

If this ex-con
just did four years

he's blaming on Clancy,

then maybe Clancy
testified against him.

Yeah.

Or maybe... Or
maybe he rolled on him.

Maybe Clancy's teenage
stuff wasn't so light weight.

Look, what the hell is
taking so long, anyway?

Ed, chill, man. Getting upset's

not gonna make it
happen any faster.

You know, whenever
we want a rap sheet,

they act like we want
a know who shot jfk.

It's on computer, man.
It doesn't take a genius.

Yeah.

Thanks, thanks.

Appreciate it.

Yo, ed, check it out.

- Our boy, Clancy...
- Uh-huh?

Was a gangster before
he turned into a preppie.

He was busted eleven times
between the age of 12 and 16.

- Damn.
- Word.

Mostly drugs, though.
No accomplices on file.

He was popped six
times by the same cop

from the 6th precinct. A
guy named Carlos Ortiz.

- Come on, man.
- Damn.

I want to go back to college.

[g*nshots]

Carlos Ortiz, how you doing?

J.c. Williams from the 4th.

Ed torres, man. A pleasure.

Okay.

Pretty impressive
sh**ting here, man.

Well, thank you.

I was a rookie at the four-o.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Cool.
- Uh, um-um... Otis Washington?

- Old school?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he's in our squad, man.

Well, you send him
my regards, okay?

You got that, you got that.

Listen, uh, we came down here
because we got a dead victim

by the name of Scott Clancy.

His sheet says
that you knew him.

Past tense?

Yep, as of 6:00 A.M. yesterday.

Yeah, I knew him.

He was a rat
b*stard son of a b*tch.

You mean, as a juvie, right?

Yeah, I heard he'd
gone Ivy league,

but that don't mean nothing.

He was mugging old
ladies and selling dope

to nine-year-olds
when he was twelve.

His kind of dirty don't
get clean, gentlemen.

You think he was still dirty?

Guarantee it.

Well, did he have any enemies?

Enough to fill a
freaking subway car.

See, Clancy was a
'smile-in-your-face'

and 'stab-you-in-the-back'
kind of guy,

and he didn't care
who he ripped off.

Anybody stick out in your mind?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

A guy I wouldn't
wish on Adolph Hitler.

Name of, uh, Woody shoop.

Busted him once, too.

What? White guy, a black guy?

He was a black guy.

Word is, he went
to the pen courtesy

of a dime dropped by Clancy.

Could be on parole, though.

Why don't you ask narcotics?

C.j.: Yeah. [Laughs]

♪ Yo, on and on and
on, on and on and on ♪

♪ honey in the red
skirt, got it going on ♪

♪ crossing the street ♪

♪ and I know you
want to meet her ♪

I think it says shoop

is the same age as Scott.

Tried as an adult
for manslaughter,

did four years, out three.

Ortiz is on the money.

- He knows his people, man.
- Yeah, well.

So, uh,

I checked out Chantal's
new boyfriend with frank.

Frank? Frank, the
bartender from Natalie's?

Eddie: Yeah. One in the same.

C.j.: Ain't nobody saying
it's a boyfriend/girlfriend

- thing, ed.
- Eddie: Yeah, it sounds like

a boyfriend/girlfriend
thing to me.

I mean, frank says
they've been knocking boots

- for like weeks.
- What, he's been in the room?

- How'd he know?
- I don't know.

You know, I mean,

you think it's serious?

How the hell am I
supposed to know?

She doesn't report to me, ed.

Okay, papi.

♪ I don't see nothing wrong ♪

♪ with a bit of bump and grind ♪

Yo, that's him, brother.

Yo, shoop!

[Tense music playing]

Police! Freeze!
Up against the wall.

You got a death wish, black man,

running from the cops?
You stupid? Turn around.

What you got in the
bag, Santa claus?

Nine millimeter, yo.

Shoop. There it is. Ha-ha.

Shoop: This is wack.

I didn't k*ll nobody.

I swear.

I ain't about that no more.

I'm an auto mechanic.

Then why the .440, huh?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Well, you're not gonna
win double jeopardy

with answers like that, baby.

So why were you strapped man?

Mister auto mechanic?

I don't see any socket wrenches.

You tune up cars with a nine?

The way you tuned
up Clancy, huh?

Come on, brother.

Where I live,
everybody's strapped.

Eddie: You just did four years
because Clancy ratted you out.

He stole your business, man.

I understand where
you're coming from on that.

Couldn't let him play
you like that, could you?

So you went looking for him.

C.j.: And so then you found
him at the slam, and then you...

[Make sounds] Smoked him, right?

I saw him at the
slam, all right?

But I ain't go there
looking for him.

And when I left
him, he was alive.

So then what were
you doing there, huh?

Shoop: Same reason
you go to a club.

Do the nasty.

[C.j. Chuckles]

Well, uh, I hope you did, dog,

because, uh, it's
gonna have to last you.

Y'all got to listen to me.

You send that nine
down to ballistics, all right?

Ain't no body's on that.

[Phone ringing]

- Old school making dates?
- Uh-huh.

So we ran into your boy,
uh, Carlos Ortiz, from the 6th.

- He sends his regards.
- Yeah, rookie of the year.

So tell me about that.

That's what I
want to hear about.

Yeah, all right. You
remember that sh**t-out

with the Jamaican
posse on white plains road

- about nine years ago?
- Yeah, that was supposed to be

- an all-out w*r.
- It was w*r.

Well, Carlos was in the
middle of his first month

on the street, takes
out two shooters.

[Scoffs]

So he sounds like
a hard-a*s, huh?

He don't take no
stuff on the street.

Let me ask you something.

Is he a good
hard-a*s or a bad one?

Now, what the hell
is that all about, huh?

The man's intense.

He's an intensely
good cop, Williams,

that's what he is.

[Upbeat music playing]

C.j.: Hey, g, guess what?

Instead of $10 for
your lunch this week,

I got $20 for you. What
you think about that?

Oh, that's okay, dad.
I got my own money.

What do you mean,
you have your own?

Where did you get $50 from?

- Mr. Watson in the third.
- Excuse me?

Trey took me and mommy to
aqueduct racetrack last night

and he taught me
how to pick them

- and bet them and everything.
- Oh, he did, huh?

George: Yeah. And it's
funner than a video game.

There's no such
word as 'funner.'

ow! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Yes, nurse Tierney, please.

Yo, Chantal,

have you completely
lost your mind?

You have my son
betting at a racetrack!

Well, somebody needs
to tell you your business.

That's right, you heard me.

What?

Yo, can you hold
up on round two?

- Why?
- We finally got a list

of everybody in Clancy's dorm.

Come on, baby.

[Upbeat music playing]

These are all the students
from the Amsterdam building.

Just a second, and
I'll have all the students

in the university
housing for you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

How about that accent?

Relax, ed.

Check it out.
Here's our friend suki

and her roommate.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Why is there an asterisk
next to the name leticia ruiz?

Clerk: That's because
she was on medical leave.

See, this is the date she
was admitted to the hospital.

That's two weeks
before Clancy got shot.

Yeah, you're right.

Nurse: She's in a coma.

We don't know if
she'll ever wake up.

- What happened to her?
- O.D. Heroin.

Nineteen years old.

Wasn't enough to bring
back bell bottoms, eh?

Smack's back, too.

- Who's that?
- Emergency notification.

It's her uncle.

Such a sweet man.

He's here four,
five times a week.

Matter of fact,
he's a policeman.

Check out who her
legal guardian is.

Carlos Ortiz.

I can't believe you, man.
So what are you saying?

What I'm saying is, the
guy was a good cop. Damn.

Oh, yeah, he just happens to be

one of the most decorated
puerto rican cops on the force.

Yeah, that's right. And
he was a role model, too.

Was. Past tense, to
quote Ortiz himself.

See, you don't even know
what you're talking about.

Fine. Let's find out.

But we're gonna
call it as we see it.

You know what? I
checked the evidence locker,

and that 357 of Clancy's?

I took a whiff, that
is not a clean g*n.

Yo, ed, it was in
his damn closet.

This wasn't no sh**t-out,
it was an execution.

Look, you don't want to
do the interrogation, fine.

We, uh...

We have a little
problem, carlito.

We checked out Scott
Clancy, like you said.

He's wack.

But we also found out
that you have a niece

named leticia

who o.D.'D two weeks ago.

Scott Clancy was dealing drugs,

and he lived on the
same floor as your niece.

You know what, Carlos?

I really have a
hard time believing

that this is the first
you've heard of this.

Scott Clancy took four b*ll*ts

in a two inch circle.

The sh**ter used

the same nine millimeter
GL*CK that you have.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're not saying I k*lled him?

Did you check out shoop?

J.c.: Yeah, we
checked out shoop.

The problem is, shoop
don't own a GL*CK.

Well, then he must've tossed it.

You gonna check out the
park where Clancy got hit,

or you gonna let
your homeboy here

do all the interrogating, huh?

No one ever said it was a park.

Oh, come on, it was all
over the freaking news!

Look, brother,

you are a highly decorated,

highly respected police officer.

If you make a deal now,

it could work out
pretty good for you.

If not, then...

Ortiz: You check
ballistics, okay?

You should be
ashamed of yourselves,

both of you.

[Speaks Spanish]

[Upbeat music playing]

J.c.: Ed, I'm telling you,

the g*n that shot Scott
Clancy is in Ortiz's holster.

Yeah? Well, how
can you be so sure?

Listen, when I was growing
up I had this minister, right?

- Is this gonna be long?
- No, no, no check it out.

His favorite expression was

"none are so blind as
they who will not see.

- Amen."
- man: You're harassing me.

Hey, could somebody
help me out here.

He's all over me. Come on.

Well, I'll make sure
everything's set, all right?

Yeah.

Listen, man, I heard
you gave Chantal

some static about
the other night.

Do me a favor, man.

If you have a problem
with something I do

bring it to me, man, not her.

Come here a minute.

Let me tell you something.

How I choose to raise my son

is between me and his mom,

so I don't have no
problem with you.

Look, I'm sorry, man.
I'm not saying it's right.

I just came to say that

I'm not trying to
disrespect you.

All I wanted was for tal and
g to have a good time man.

I wasn't even thinking
about the gambling part of it.

Like I said, man,

I ain't got no problem with you.

No, you don't understand, man.

Tal didn't even know
where we were going

until we were almost there.

And she broke it down
to the boy about gambling

as soon as she did.

She's something, man.

Yeah, well. Whatever.

So, we all right?

Cool.

- Thanks, j.C.
- Yeah, whatever.

You two getting
engaged, or something?

Don't hurt me, papi.
Come on, baby.

What's up with him?

Yo, what's going on, man?

Uniforms on deck, metal
detectors checked out.

We on the way.

All right, let's
check out the park.

[Siren wailing]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Phone ringing]

Good news and bad news.

Right kind of GL*CK,
but there was crank oil

in the bottom of the
dumpster where we found it.

So no prints. Well, perfect.

This keeps getting
better and better.

- Anybody could have tossed it.
- J.C.: No, not anybody.

Clancy was popped
Monday morning.

The dumpster was emptied
Tuesday morning. I checked.

So if it was tossed
right after the m*rder,

- we wouldn't have found it.
- Unless it was at the bottom

and just didn't fall out.

Come on, ed.

We talked to Carlos
Tuesday morning.

He goes out, gets
a new g*n, fires it,

throws it away
for us to find it.

Yo, you ever heard the
words 'reasonable doubt?'

yeah. That's
what juries are for.

Well, juries need choices, too.

And those high-priced
kids, they ain't so pure.

I don't think the
students did it.

Look, you said yourself they
know more than they're saying.

Why don't you just
make them your first stop

tomorrow morning,
all right gentlemen?

[Mellow music playing]

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Don't do me any favors, j.C.

Okay, last night you were tired.

Now I don't know
what the problem is.

You ready to tell
me what's going on?

Nothing. I mean, I'm into...

Look I'm just thinking about
what I have to do today.

Wrong.

I know what this is about.

It's about g and
Chantal's boyfriend.

Sandra, why are you tripping.

Because you have a male
ego like every other man.

It's not about ego.

Fine. Then it's fear.

The problem that I have

is that the next man
is spending more time

with my son than I am.

- I'm not holding you back.
- I didn't say that.

So spend more time with g.

But what you need to
do is face your feelings

about this and deal with them.

[Mellow music playing]

Yo, Larry. You've
been a bad boy.

What... what's up?

Yo, my man Larry.

Your boy Scott
was a drug dealer.

Birds of a feather
flock together.

I am not a dealer.

All right, I was a
customer, okay?

I bought reefer from him.

I had just bought some
and was getting high off it,

when Scott was...

You know.

Just weed, right? No blow.

Just some grams,
man, that's all.

- Any smack?
- Larry: No, never.

That's the truth, man.
Scott hated junkies.

- J.c.: You sell for him?
- Never, man. No way.

Who did?

Ricky: Why y'all
sweating me, man?

J.c.: Where you goin', man?

Did Clancy have any
dissatisfied customers?

No, man, it wasn't like
that with Scott, man.

With Scott, you always
got the straight cut.

So you're sayin'
everybody loved him?

No, I ain't goin' that far.'

well, tell me
somethin' I don't know.

We already know
about this black guy.

Yeah, yeah, him.

It was him and it was
him and zz top. That's...

- The rock group?
- No, man, it was a white dude.

He was like, like a
Harley-Davidson biker

with a beard down to here.

I don't know his name.
I don't know his name.

Did he do smack?

No, that was his
girlfriend, man,

that was his girlfriend.

He just got grass
from the biker, man.

Eddie: Anyone look familiar?

What's up?

One of Clancy's boys
just put us on to a guy

who was sellin'
for him off campus.

And another one saw
him in an argument.

He thinks that's the connection.

Positive I.D.'s.

Cole Miller, ex-hells angel,

popped three times
for m*rder, beat 'em all.

J.c.: He does look like zz top.

He's a big player.
Marijuana and heroin.

Considered armed and, uh...

Ortiz told you that
Clancy was a rip-off artist.

Maybe he took off Cole Miller,
and got popped for payback.

- You got a twenty on Cole?
- I got Christmas in October.

He's got an outstanding
warrant. Speeding.

J.c.: Yeah,

I was sure that
Ortiz was guilty.

But you know, I am so
glad that I was wrong.

Everybody makes mistakes, man.

Yeah, well just you don't
go makin' any mistakes

when you're supposed
to have my back.

You read that file?

The guy that Miller
smoked was a cop.

Yep. That's why
he gets no breaks.

No, we give him
no love, my brother.

You ready to do this?

- See this s on my chest?
- Yeah.

[Hip-hop music playing]

Eddie: Police!

Oh, man, you know
what that smell is.

[Hip-hop music playing]

- Damn!
- Damn what?

Damn me for being
so stupid on this, man.

I told you that.

Look, what did Cole Miller deal?

Weed and smack.

What did Clancy deal?

Weed and coke. So what?
They fought over weed.

No, no, just, just
follow me here.

What did leticia stroke out on?

Smack.

And Clancy hated junkies.

And when we talked
to Clancy's pals,

they said it was the girlfriend.

Eddie: Look,
don't do this, sister.

We get a blood test that
comes back smack-positive,

you're gonna be
in a lot more trouble

- than you already are now.
- I've got nothing to hide.

J.c.: Was Cole your connection?

Did Scott know that?

Did they get into a
beef because of it?

I just smoked it,

maybe a little skin popping.

But I was never a junkie.

Scott know that?

He shot Cole.

He said he'd be
damned if he ever let him

turn me into a junkie.

So where did leticia
get the heroin, then?

I had some.

She wanted to try,

so she smoked some,

and then she snorted some...

J.c.: Suki. Suki, stop.

And then she just gasped.

You're gonna need a lawyer.

I don't care!

I gave it to her! It's my fault!

I tried to make her walk,

but she couldn't stand.

[Suki cries]

J.c.: We're gonna
have to arrest you.

[Upbeat music playing]

J.c.: Look, Chantal, i...

I came to apologize, okay?

I shouldn't have been
sweatin' you like that. In...

In ten years, in raising g,

you've always done the
right thing, you know?

Well, I probably would
have done the same,

you know, if it had been me.

J.c.: You know, i'm...

I'm real happy that
you found somebody

that you like, you know.

And you know me.
Whenever you need me

to take g for a weekend,

- or for whatever, i...
- Mm-mm.

What's wrong?

Um, I won't be
needing it, you know.

Um, Trey had to relocate.

He got a gig in L.A., and...

And he wants g and
you to move with him?

I know my man is not
tryin' to come in here

- and mess up my situation.
- Look,

why don't you let me finish?

No, Trey just asked us
to come out there for like

a couple of weeks...

And I turned him down.

All right?

If I went out there,
I was not sure

that I was gonna
be comin' back, so.

And g do belong with his father,

you know, even though he
acts like a b*tch half the time.

Thanks.

Please. I didn't
do it for you, fella,

you know?

All right, this
is a joke, right?

How can there be
no damned coffee

in the whole freaking precinct?

First thing in the morning,
the day already sucks.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

What?

We got lab tests back on Miller.

Can't match the slug, right?

No, there's a
match, but it's, uh...

To the three fifty-seven
from Scott Clancy's apartment.

All right, excuse
me, detectives,

but the last time we checked,

wasn't Scott Clancy, oh dead?

Yep. But not when
Miller went to sleep.

Cole Miller was shot a week ago.

Well, then I would say that
that would move officer Ortiz

right back up into
prime suspect,

wouldn't you?

I mean, a dead man
didn't k*ll him, am I right?

You know what, partner?

We need to go to the slam.

Somebody had to see something.

[Upbeat music playing]

Look, I told you
everything I know.

I didn't see anything.

I open in 20 minutes.

It's hard enough
to run this place

with most of my part-time
workers back in school.

Part-timers?

Hey, did any... Did
anybody work Saturday night

that hasn't worked since?

The schedule's posted
on the fence back there.

Help yourself.

Don't get up, all right?

Let's see, checked
him, checked caulfield...

Look who tended
bar Saturday night.

Dusable. And he
left at 6:15 A.M.

That was about the same time
Clancy got tapped in the park.

Let's go get this kid.

[Knocks on door]

Look, frenchie,
you lied to us, man.

You said you didn't see Scott.

You saw him Saturday
night at the slam.

And you were on your
way home when he got shot.

So we're goin' downtown.

Dusable: No!

[Yells in French]

[Screams]

Yeah, no, man, he
just didn't push me.

What the hell is he on, man?

What the hell did
you do that for?

Please, don't sh**t me!

My leg is broken.

Yeah, you're
under arrest, stupid.

Don't move.

Cooper: Mr. Dusable, I
need to make you aware

that your statement's
going to be videotaped...

Dusable: No! No, I will
not cause no trouble!

- Please!
- All right. Okay, wait...

Dusable: I will not
cause no trouble, okay?

Mr. Dusable, calm down.

It's okay. All right.

Dusable: Please! I will
not say a word, okay?

- From Haiti.
- Okay. One word!

Mr. Dusable, I
have the authority

to insure your protection.

There will be no
government reprisals

for any information
that you may give to us,

all right?

I saw the m*rder.

- Of Scott Clancy?
- Yes.

I was on my way home.

What exactly did you see?

A man was lying
on the park bench.

When Scott passed by him,

he got up and followed Scott...

And he called out Scott's name,

and when Scott turned around,

he shot him.

You see this guy's face?

- I don't... i don't...
- Cooper: Mr. Dusable?

It was leticia's uncle.

He ran right by me.

- You talkin' about Carlos Ortiz?
- Dusable: That uncle?

She lived on my floor.

He visited her all the time.

I'm sorry, okay?

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, it's okay.

You're safe here, all right?

Where I come from,

you do not inform on the police.

Especially to the police.

[Knocks on door]

We got a witness,
Carlos. It's over.

But you can still help
yourself if you cooperate.

What you're tryin' to say is,

you can't have the
collar unless I confess.

Let's work this out.

Did he come at you?
Did he have a weapon?

You're wasting your time, man.

Yeah, maybe we are.

Maybe we got the wrong guy, hmm?

'Cause we sure ain't
talkin' to the guy that got

the heroism award
or the medal of valor.

I mean, that guy
might make a mistake...

But he'd stand up for it.

Leticia's mother was, uh,

Vivian's sister.

She got in the
same car accident.

'Ticia was all I
had left, you know?

And Clancy took her.

So you k*lled him.

So I k*lled him.

Sorry I lied to you guys before.

But, uh, you know,

cops hear to many
lies for too long.

You k*lled the wrong dealer.

Clancy didn't deal smack.

Her roommate gave it to her.

He's not lying, Carlos.

So it was for nothing, Carlos.

When cops go wrong,
it never turns out right.

Matter of fact, Clancy
tapped the dude

who sold it to his girlfriend.

Clancy hated smack.

Listen, uh...

I'm not gonna fight you guys.

Just let me into the
bathroom for a second, okay,

then, I'll come with you.

[Dramatic music playing]

[g*nsh*t]

- [Jazz music playing]
- [Applause]

Singer: ♪ the time is right ♪

♪ you hold me tight ♪

♪ and love is got me high ♪

♪ please tell me, yes ♪

♪ and don't say no, honey ♪

♪ not tonight ♪

♪ I need to have
you next to me... ♪