01x14 - Private Enemy No. 1

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[Gil's "the revolution
will not be televised"]

Singer: ♪ you will not be
able to stay home, brother ♪

♪ you will not be able to
plug in, turn on and cop out ♪

♪ you will not be able
to lose yourself on skag ♪

♪ and skip out for beer
during commercials ♪

♪ because the revolution
will not be televised ♪

♪ the revolution will
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♪ the revolution will not
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♪ in four parts without
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show you pictures of nixon ♪

♪ blowing a bugle
and leading a charge ♪

♪ by John Mitchell,
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♪ and spiro agnew to eat
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♪ from a Harlem sanctuary ♪

♪ the revolution will
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♪ there will be no highlights
on the eleven o'clock news ♪

♪ and no pictures of hairy
armed women liberationists ♪

♪ and Jackie onassis
blowing her nose ♪

♪ the theme song will not
be written by Jim webb ♪

♪ or Francis Scott key ♪

♪ nor sung by Glen Campbell,
Tom Jones, Johnny cash ♪

♪ engelbart Humperdinck,
or the rare earth ♪

♪ the revolution will
not be televised ♪

♪ the revolution will
not be right back ♪

♪ after a message
about a white tornado ♪

♪ white lightning,
or white people ♪

♪ you will not have to worry
about a dove in your bedroom ♪

♪ the tiger in your tank ♪

♪ or the giant in
your toilet bowl ♪

♪ the revolution will
not go better with coke ♪

♪ the revolution
will not fight germs ♪

♪ that may cause bad breath ♪

♪ the revolution will put
you in the driver's seat ♪

♪ the revolution will
not be televised ♪

♪ will not be televised
will not be televised ♪

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♪ the revolution will
be no re-run, brothers ♪

♪ the revolution will be live ♪

[Theme music playing]

Good morning, lieutenant.

Cooper: Detective.

Twice a week?

What's that?

This says that's how many times

the average American
male has sex.

What!

They should have interviewed us.

Yeah, I would have brought
that up single-handedly.

Let's see, mindy, siniqua..

You didn't know I
went there, huh?

Ed, how many last week?

Uh, you first.

I had my son three
nights. Doesn't count.

I had overtime on that
scarpa case, you know.

- But normally, you know...
- Eight? Nine?

- Ten, at least.
- Man: Deon was there.

His head was glowin'.
It was gonna explode!

[Groaning]

- g*n!
- g*n!

Drop it! Drop the freaking g*n!

Yeah, move now, b*tch.

Cuff him!

- J.c.: Come on.
- Man: Let's go.

J.c.: Come on.

Damn lieutenant,
you are the woo-man!

Yeah, well coming from you
two, I'll take that as a compliment.

Word up, lady.

No, actually, it's
you two who are up.

We have our sixth sh**ting
victim of the new year

awaiting your arrival
at a hundred and twelfth

and Manhattan
Avenue, detectives.

- Loo! Loo! Loo! Loo!
- Go! Go! Go! Go!

[All chanting]

Wong: Black male,
age fifty to sixty,

took one round on the
point of the sternum.

b*llet deflected ninety
degrees downward.

Must have done
massive internal damage.

Look at that pooling
in the abdominal cavity.

- Wong.
- Fascinating, wong.

And educational.

Could work in
Cleveland for fifty years

and never see this.

Who was he?

We're waiting on confirmation,
but we've got a preliminary I.D.

It's George rector,
a.K.A., the professor.

- You know him?
- Yeah.

Back in the days, he
was an important figure

in the black power movement.

Minister of education.

The movement was
doin' a lot of good,

and he was a poet.

All he ever wanted
was for brothers

- to reach for something higher.
- Eddie: Yeah?

Looks like he fell
pretty far, though.

Yellow top crack vials, huh?

And I know just where
to start on this, kid.

There's our young entrepreneur.

My man.

Kalim: You talkin' to me, babe?

I don't see nobody else.

Kalim: What's your problem?

Just want to get hooked up, man.

I don't know you,
so you can just step.

Come on, baby Paul.
Why you gonna front, man?

Yeah, our presidents
are dead as anybody's.

But you don't hear me, though.

Hey, slow down,
slow down, slow down.

Let's see the paper.

Here you go, babe. Peace.

Ooh, yellow tops, and love.

- You're busted, baby.
- I don't understand. Y'all cops?

I guess you ain't as
stupid as you look.

Maybe you want to tell
us about the professor.

That old man?

Supposed to be some
bad dude back in the '60s.

Now he's strictly a bum.

He owe everybody on the street.

You, too?

Big time.

I done him 'cause
of his '60s thing.

But he tried to trade
on that too long.

Money talks, you know what
I'm sayin'? What about him?

Well, he ain't tellin' no more
stories about his glory days.

He got capped.

Hey, no kiddin'?

Well, that's almost sad.

Go ahead. Huh?

You sound like you're
almost heartbroken.

Now, we found yellow
tops on his body.

- You have any clues?
- What are you sayin'?

I ain't the only man out
here sellin' yellow tops.

Anybody could've done
him just to get a rep,

but it wasn't me.

If you'll excuse me, I
got people to go see.

You got a date with the judge.

You arresting me, or what?

Well, see, the thing is,

we could make
this easier for you.

Okay, cool.

This can't come back on me.

I've seen the
professor and t-man.

T-man?

Terence ellers?

Yeah.

They was talkin'
in t-man's ride.

They was both heated.

The professor got out,
t-man was still shoutin' at him.

When was this?

Last night.

Who the hell is t-man?

Hey, you looked
like you saw a ghost

when his name got dropped.

This personal?

He's foul, all right?

- I don't want to talk about it.
- Ooh.

What the hell did he do to you
to make you like him so much?

He stole my girlfriend
in high school.

What the hell you
think? He sells crack.

All right. Then the answer is,

"yes, ed, you're
right. It's personal."

Yes, ed, you're right.

It's personal.

All right, cool.

That just means
we gotta do it right,

so it stands up in court.

Carmen: Thank you.

- Why did we come here?
- Come on, ed.

Be a little open-minded.

- I hate Sushi.
- Carmen: It's good.

I like my fish
cooked, thank you.

Tell me, how's your new gig?

Well, you know, when
I spoke to my editor,

I told him that you were a
detective, and he went off.

He wants to do a
feature on you and j.C.

So I thought maybe I could
go on one of those ride-along

with you two, you know,
spend a couple of days.

I'm really flattered,
but it's not a good time.

Oh, come on, ed, no buts.

Come on, I'm a
single female here.

I gotta watch out for my career.

I really need your help.

Please?

No.

So, we're on an
official stakeout here.

Who's got the donuts?

Why don't you start
by forgetting everything

you think you know about cops?

See, because new age
cops only eat low-fat muffins.

Yup-yup.

Suspect lives across the street.

He shows up, you disappear.

And miss all the fun? Uh-uh, no.

See, I don't even know
why I let you talk me

into this in the first place.

Carmen, this guy's
a k*ller, all right?

Wait a minute.

What happened to
"innocent till proven guilty?"

If t-man is innocent,
I'll do his time.

But it must be cool
to be plain clothes,

and wear what you
want, and look all cute.

I like your jacket,
j.C. It's nice.

- You like this?
- Carmen: Yeah.

Stop sweatin' me, kid.

Carmen: No, seriously, I mean,

I think you guys would
make a great picture.

I'd just blur your
faces and i'd...

Yo, that's him.

The car... bring the car!

[Tires screeching]

Stay here, all right?

No, I'm all right.

- I just hit my head.
- Oh, man, what...

- What?
- Happened?

Carmen, how'd you do this?

No, no, it doesn't
hurt. I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It looks really bad.

I've already taken
a whole day's ration

of aspirin, and
it's not even lunch.

Are you in any pain?

No, they gave me
something at the hospital.

How many stitches?

- Three?
- Cooper: Oh, terrific.

- Lieutenant...
- I don't wanna hear it,

Williams, all right?

Endangering... no, my mistake,

injuring a ride-along reporter?

Way to go, detectives.

That reporter is my sister.

How do you think
I feel, all right?

Your sense of personal
guilt does nothing to lessen

departmental liability,
detective torres.

Look, I'm fine.

No, what you are is lucky.

Now, the ride-along's over.

- That's the end of the story.
- Come on.

- Please, I wanna continue this.
- Sorry.

She's not gonna file
a claim, lieutenant.

I'll sign a waiver.

Lieutenant, she
really needs this story.

I mean, they got her
covering little league banquets.

Come on.

Fine.

I'm telling myself
this is not a migraine.

This is not a migraine.

- You owe me.
- Cooper: Yeah, Cooper.

Yeah, hold on.

As long as I don't
see any more blood.

- Thanks.
- Cooper: Detective Williams,

you have a phone call.

Hello.

Man: This the detective
Williams lookin' for t-man ellers?

Yeah. Who's this?

Man: He's at the
red queen's house.

Got it? The red queen's house.

All right. Thanks.

What is this place?

Well, it's been locked up
and abandoned for a long time.

When we were kids, we used
to use it as a headquarters.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Not some place I'd want to play.

[Upbeat music playing]

Get up! Get up!

Hey, what you doin',
man? I ain't do nothin'!

Why the hell'd you run, huh?

You know why, Williams! You!

What are you talkin' about?

His fingerprints were
all over the place.

Plus we had a half dozen
people who saw ellers

and the professor arguing
on the street over money.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But the prints
could have been there for weeks,

and without a
witness or a weapon,

you two better kick
some butt in there.

But I didn't do it. This
whole deal is a bad joke.

I didn't off the professor.

Well, excuse us for
draggin' you in here.

We must've mistaken
you for the other guy

with thirty-two priors.

And a history of
threatening the victim's life.

Medina: Don't harass my client.

You got somethin' to
say, somethin' serious,

then we can talk.

Reynolds: I'd say straight
m*rder is serious enough.

A charge you cannot prove.

J.c.: Really?

We've got prints all over
the professor's apartment.

Medina: Terry, why
don't you tell everybody

how many times you visited
the professor's apartment?

I don't know. A lot.

Medina: Hmm, try
to be more specific.

Ten times, fifteen?

- Well, more like 20.
- Twenty times dealin' drugs.

Medina: Hey, hey, this
is not about narcotics.

We are here to establish
the fact that my client

left fingerprints when
he went to visit his friend.

That's right. The
professor was the only dude

who'd listen to my rap.

He was like a mentor to me.

What was he teaching
you, Einstein's theory?

Coke plus smack
equals speedball?

All right, all right,
that's enough, okay?

That's enough.

Now, what the two of you
need to concern yourselves with

is how this is gonna sound
in front of a jury, okay?

Now, Terry, as you
started the eighth grade

in the public schools, you still
weren't able to read, were you?

No. All those books,
didn't make sense.

I'd get dizzy.

In fact, it'd be fair to
say that the professor

was the first person
whoever taught you to read.

- That's right, he did.
- Reynolds: Oh, come on.

No, see, Terry traded
in his library card

for a g*n a long time ago.

Nobody's gonna
believe this story.

Keep listening, detective.

Terry, did anyone
ever in your life

give you the chance
the professor did?

I come from the projects.

Nobody "gives" you a chance.

Medina: So this charge
that you k*lled the only man

whoever cared about you
doesn't make any sense, does it?

For me, k*lling the
professor would be like

k*lling the best part of myself.

- Do we gotta listen to this?
- Medina: Detective,

I'd like a word alone with
my client, if that's okay?

Reynolds: Look, I've
seen her in action before.

She's just giving us a
taste. Juries eat this up.

Well, Maria, you
need to be tough.

Just throw the gloves on
and knock her out of the ring.

She's pretty good, though.

She's almost got me convinced

he's just a maladjusted youth.

Not you, too, ed?

The kid is foul, trust me.

Excuse me, counselor.

Is your sensitive
client ready to deal?

I don't think so.

By the way, detective,
was the first time you saw

my client the night you
took him into custody?

No, it wasn't.

Oh, how interesting.

In fact, you grew up in the
same neighborhood, didn't you?

Yes, we did, but we
were never friends.

Oh, I'm well aware of that.

In fact, Terry tells me that

you were on opposite
sides of a g*ng w*r.

Is that true, detective?

What does this have
to do with anything?

Goes to the
credibility of your case.

Is this true, j.C.?

Uh-huh.

For the edification
of your colleagues,

what was the last
thing you told my client

before becoming
an officer of the law?

Are you suddenly afflicted
with a hearing loss, detective?

Get to the point, Medina.

You told my client you
were gonna k*ll him,

- didn't you, detective?
- No, i...

Medina: Careful.

I got five witnesses
that will testify.

Now, I'm gonna ask you again,

did you or did you
not tell my client,

"I'm going to k*ll you?"

Yes, I did, but it wasn't...

Reynolds: Don't
say anything more.

Don't get yourself
in any deeper.

You got police
usin' their badges

to carry out personal vendettas.

Police state tactics.

For your edification,
my partner doesn't let

his feelings
interfere with his job.

Oh, detective torres.

Now, you know no
jury is going to buy that

in the state of New York.

Now, if I was you, I'd let
Terry ellers out of here.

Yeah, right.

I'm gonna ruin your
partner's career.

All right, maybe you
would like to tell me

just what the hell
you were thinking.

- I know, lieutenant, i...
- You know?

- I know!
- You know what?

J.c., you let the rest of
us walk into a minefield.

I never thought that they were
gonna open that can of worms.

You wanted ellers so
badly you decided to trash

department procedure?

I ought to suspend
you right now.

[Mary j blige's
"I'm going down"]

♪ Time on my hands ♪

♪ since you've been away, boy ♪

♪ I ain't got no plans ♪

♪ no no no no ♪

♪ and the sound of the rain ♪

♪ against my windowpane ♪

♪ is slowly, is slowly ♪

♪ drivin' me insane, boy ♪

♪ I'm goin' down ♪

♪ I'm goin' down ♪

♪ 'cause you ain't
around, baby ♪

♪ my whole world's upside down ♪

♪ sleep don't come easy ♪

♪ boy, please believe me ♪

♪ since you've been gone ♪

♪ everything's goin' wrong ♪

♪ why'd you have
to say, "goodbye"? ♪

♪ Look what you've done to me ♪

♪ I can't stop these tears
from fallin' from my eyes ♪

♪ ooh baby ♪

♪ I'm goin' down ♪

♪ I'm goin' down ♪

♪ 'cause you ain't
around, baby ♪

♪ my whole world's upside down ♪

♪ ooh, baby love ♪

♪ goin' down ♪

♪ goin' down ♪

- Carmen: I'm glad you came.
- [Speaks Spanish]

What's up, man?

So what's up?

I screwed up, man.

Big time.

All right, but it was
a human mistake.

You didn't want to think
about who you were back then.

You want to talk about it, man?

You ever wonder how I got this?

Yeah, but I figured you'd tell
me when you were ready to.

I was in junior high school.

I used to run with the
unholy nation crew.

And I was uptown,
around 132nd street.

I saw ellers chillin'
with his boys.

We had a few words,
and he was like,

"yo, why don't you step?"

I said, "well, if you so bad,
why don't you make me step?"

Eddie: So? And?

He shot me.

Just like that, boom?

No warning?

Yeah, he warned me.

But I wasn't tryin' to hear it.

Looks like ellers
is still shootin' first.

I need a drink.

♪ Going down ♪

♪ mmm ♪

[Applause]

What!

Seein' me here
makes you feel bad?

You might have the
rest of them fooled,

but I ain't goin' for it.

I do what it takes.

[Laughs]

But you know that
already, don't you?

You know what?

I heard

my lady got you all tripped up.

[Laughing]

Yeah, keep laughing, clown.

See if you can keep that
up for the next 25 years.

Ah. You got to
convict me first, homes,

and you ain't got nothin'.

Yeah, that might be true.

But, see, you got me.

And I'm gonna find a witness

if I have to talk to
everybody on 132nd street.

Believe that.

[Scarface's "I seen a man die"]

♪ He greets his father
with his hands out ♪

♪ rehabilitated slightly ♪

♪ but glad to be
the man's child ♪

♪ the world is different
since he's seen it last ♪

♪ out of jail been seven years ♪

♪ and he's happy
that he's free at last ♪

♪ all he had was
his mother's letters ♪

♪ now he's mobile and
he's gotta make a change ♪

♪ and make it for the better ♪

♪ but he's black so he's
got one strike against him ♪

♪ and he's young, plus
he came up in the system ♪

♪ but he's smart and
he's finally making 18 ♪

♪ and his goal's to get on
top and try to stay clean ♪

♪ so he's calling up his
homie who done came up ♪

♪ livin' lavish ♪

♪ now they dealin'
with the same stuff ♪

♪ and had that attitude ♪

♪ that who he was,
was worth land ♪

♪ and with that
messed up attitude ♪

♪ he k*lled his first man ♪

♪ now it's different,
he done did dirt ♪

♪ and realized killin'
men meant comin' up ♪

♪ but it still hurt ♪

♪ and can't nobody change this ♪

♪ it's 1994 and we up
against the same bliss ♪

♪ I never understood why ♪

♪ I could never see a man
cry 'til I seen a man die ♪

[Groans, sniffles]

You okay, man?

I'm fightin' this cold, man,

and the weather don't help.

It's supposed to clear
up tomorrow, though.

You think that's gonna make us

have any better luck than today?

Come on, ed.

Maybe you should
take tomorrow off.

No, forget that.

Uh, excuse me,

I'm lookin' for a
detective Williams.

I'm Williams.

Yeah, I'm James Adams.

I got your card from a...

From a friend.

Look, I probably should have
come forward sooner, but...

I like breathin'.

I live on a 112th
street, right next door

- to the professor.
- Right.

The guy was kind of looney,
you know what I'm sayin'?

But it was funny, because
no one ever dissed him.

Say, you two know
what he was about?

Yeah, he was about not
depending on the white man,

black folks doin' for self...

Yeah, yeah, and
he was a poet, too.

He used to recite his
stuff. It was good, man.

You know, real.

Go on.

Anyway, I ain't no snitch,

but the professor,
he was good people.

The day the professor got
shot, I was just gettin' home.

I remember, I got my
keys out of my pocket,

and I heard this
noise, pop, pop!

So I got inside my
apartment as fast as I could,

and I watched
through the peephole.

You see anybody come
out of the professor's?

Definitely.

It was Terence ellers.

Number three.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I'm positive.

Okay, you can all step
out except for number three.

What?!

Hey, whoever's
back there's lyin'!

You know you lyin'!
You know you lyin'!

What are you tryin' to do?!
I'm gonna take your head off!

I'm gonna k*ll you!
That a promise!

I'm gonna k*ll you!

- Eddie: Ooh!
- All right!

- No bail for ellers.
- Mm.

- Here you go.
- Mm. Yes.

- And here you go.
- All right, all right.

Hey, man, this is the first time

I've seen you smile in a week.

Hey, you know,
sometimes you're just happy

to be alive, brother.

Excuse me.

What is going on here?

Lieutenant?

Consuming alcohol

in a police
precinct, detectives?

What are you holding there?

It was just a celebration,
you know, we...

J.c.: Hey, loo, we're
just having a little fun.

Haven't you been
reading the rule book?

I distinctly recall a regulation

stating that the ranking
officer gets served first.

[Laughter]

All right.

You're all right,
loo, you're all right.

- Mm-hmm.
- ch*nk.

She's cool. I like her.

She's got presence.

Well, listen, I got to go, guys.

So congratulations again, okay?

UN beso.

And don't forget about
the photographer, okay?

He's gonna to be
here this afternoon.

I won't forget

- and I will be there.
- Carmen: Okay.

You all right, man?

Yeah, I'm cool.

Cool.

[Suspenseful music playing]

I miss you.

I can't stand to see
you in here like this.

I'm gonna get you
out of here, I swear.

I know you will.

I love you, Medina.

[Hip-hop music playing]

[Camera shutter sound]

[Hip-hop music playing]

Ah. Hello, hello.

Wow.

Somebody seems like
they had a good day.

I was in with the mayor

for 90 minutes today.

Sometimes I think
he only hired me

to organize the black
vote, which is fine.

But then all of a sudden today,

he showed me that he gets it.

Do you know what I mean?

And he says he wants
me to have a voice in policy.

Oh. Great.

But we should
both be celebrating.

I hear you guys have
an airtight case on ellers.

Yeah.

Okay.

What's wrong?

You should be happy,
enjoying your success.

Maybe.

But the way that perfect
witness just shows up.

Nothing is ever that easy.

But he didn't just show up.

You and Eddie beat the bushes

to get the information,
he heard about it and...

And he shows up out of nowhere,

and he's our salvation.

Nah.

See, there you go again.

Turning something
good into something bad.

- You wanna see bad, man?
- Mm-hmm.

You wanna see bad? Is
that what you're here for?

I'm gonna cook somethin'
up for you, you know that?

- Where's my utensils at?
- Mm, I like that.

Mm-mm.

[Dramatic music playing]

Well, if it isn't the
"low cholesterol cops?

No donuts, but
plenty of attitude

from the New York police
department's youngest

and hippest detectives."

"Forget the loud ties
and polyester suits.

Today's well-dressed
detective swaggers to the streets

in designer sweat suits and
name-brand running shoes."

Ricciarelli:
Congratulations, boys.

You made the style section."

In this world, it's easy
to tell the bad guys.

They're the ones who
don't know the secret grip."

Ba-dam!

[Laughing]

Beep me if you need me.

Tell your sister thanks for
settin' the record straight.

You did a number on us,

plain and simple, Carmen.

- What were you thinking?
- Come on, ed.

I wrote about your
rise to plainclothes

and your hard work
in capturing ellers.

Oh, yeah? What
about this other junk?

That was just a
little humor, that's all.

Look, I read the
piece over myself,

and I thought it had a lot
of complimentary stuff in it.

See, that's funny.

I read the piece,

and I see my own
sister sellin' me out

to advance her career.

Wait a minute, what?

What did you expect, ed,

some kind of puffed-out piece?

I'm a writer, okay?

And my editors loved it.

Well, then, I'm
so happy for you,

and I hope it was worth it.

Because from now on,
we're not speaking on

or off the record, all right?

Here.

Eddie.

[Upbeat music playing]

Mae Helen: Yes?

Police.

Hi. Is, uh, James Adams here?

I doubt it, 'cause
he doesn't live here.

But you are his
grandmother, right?

Grandmother? Where
did you get that idea?

He came in as a
witness the other day.

He said that he lived
with his grandmother.

This is the address he gave.

Nice man,

but he ain't no kin to me.

I sublet my apartment
to him last month

when I went to visit my
daughter in Philadelphia.

How long exactly
did he live here?

Let me see.

I had a ticket that let me
stay 27 days down there.

I've been back two days.

[Sighs] How convenient.

He's here long enough to
see ellers sh**t the professor.

[g*nshots]

- Friend of yours?
- J.C.: Shut up, wong.

I'm not in a humorous mood.

Eddie: Adams could
have been right.

Maybe ellers didn't
like him tellin' the truth

and ordered him hit from rikers.

You think so?

I don't know.

But this don't add up.

J.c.: Unless somebody
didn't want him talking,

and made sure he wouldn't
admit to anybody he was lying.

Yeah.

Dude, we have already
been through these files,

and James's record is spotless.

Oh, yeah?

His adult record.

Check this out.

Seems James was
a bad boy as a juvie.

as*ault, breaking and entering,

dealing las drogas.

So if he's been straight
for the last couple of years,

what is his
connection to ellers?

I'm glad you asked.

No legal aid for him.

He's got a real attorney.

A distinguished
counselor of the law

and if you guess her
name, you'll win prize

behind door number three.

Medina?

That man's a winner.

Ed, don't you think

that's a tiny
conflict of interest?

That's why I think
we should pay a visit

to your old school chum.

Let's do this.

Believe it or not,

we're here to help you.

Let me guess.

You brought me
a couple of honeys

and a bottle of crown royal?

J.c.: Somethin' better.

You talk,

and maybe you walk out of here.

[Chuckles]

Right, you gon' help me.

And maybe the Bosnians

and serbians gon'
kiss and make up.

I'm not even gonna
pretend I like your tired a*s,

but I'm not playin'.

Eddie: Why don't you
just sit down and listen?

It's not like you got
somewhere else to be.

Ooh.

[Laughing]

We did some checkin',
and it seems that

James Adams was a con artist.

Last night, somebody
shot and k*lled him.

Do I cry now?

Maybe you should,

'cause he can't
change his story now.

We want to know
what really went down

between you and the professor.

He owed me.

J.c.: Were you dealin'?

Hey, you know I
ain't gon' answer that.

Look, I don't even care

if you were dealin'
drugs, all right?

Did he owe you money?

- Yeah.
- Well, how did you expect

the professor to pay you?

He didn't have no
money, he was busted.

He said he was
gonna sell his memoirs.

Memoirs?

Did you read 'em?

No. They were right next

to the professor's
typewriter, though,

but he was real
secretive about 'em.

Well, did you tell your attorney

about him offering you money
from the sale of his book?

- Of course.
- J.C.: Wait a minute.

How come she didn't
say anything about that?

Any defense attorney would
jump at the chance to show

that if you
expected to get paid,

you wouldn't have
k*lled the professor

before he sold his book.

She says she didn't
want to emphasize

the way I make my money.

She didn't mind emphasizing
you bein' a gangbanger

ready to sh**t somebody down.

Seems like she set you up.

That's crap.

She's a hundred
percent on my team.

She's coachin' James
Adams' team as well.

What? I don't get
it. It can't be her.

It was a woman who tipped
us off where to find you.

I mean, maybe
there was somethin'

written in those memoirs

that your hotshot
lawyer didn't like.

That's crazy.

She knew the
professor, didn't she?

Well, yeah.

I saw him in her office once.

They were yellin' at each other.

I asked her about it...

And she changed the subject.

Oh.

She was all into me, man.

Well, why would she
pull something like that?

That's a good question.

[Classic music playing]

I see the desk, I
see the typewriter,

- but no memoir.
- J.C.: Hmm.

Then somebody
decided to take it home.

And then made sure it
didn't get written again

by puttin' a big
hole in the author.

So, yo, I talked to the
bar association today.

- Uh-huh?
- Medina was top in her class.

Berkeley, 1969.

I also talked to one
of her old professors.

He told me that she was
one of those run-of-the-mill

liberals who
decided to go run off

and join some radical group.

And check this out.

There was a bank robbery

that landed the
professor in jail in 1970.

There was also a female suspect

that shot and k*lled a
guard and was never caught.

Ba-dam.

I'm telling you, lieutenant,
Medina's our perp.

Everything points to her.

Fine.

Prove it.

Well, the trick will be

how we tighten this noose, kid.

All right, look...

Maybe there's an
editor who claims

that they have a copy
of the memoir, huh?

- Right.
- And wouldn't Medina like

to discuss maybe
buying a little silence.

Well, the problem with
that is, our cover's blown,

so we're gonna need
something a lot more believable.

[Chuckles]

All right, I'm literary.

Like I know anything
about editing.

J.c.: It's a good plan, loo.

We could hang out here all day.

Ha, yeah. Well,
it's good for you.

You're nice and cozy in the Van.

I'm freezin' my
butt off out here.

You're the star, loo.

We're just a couple
of lousy extras, huh?

So I'm here. What do you want?

I'm here to help you.

I knew George rector very well.

Why would he trust
you, a white woman,

who worked for an
establishment rag?

I interviewed him a few times.

I put him in touch with a
couple of my publisher friends.

He liked that.

How generous of you.

Yeah, well, I was real surprised

when this came in the
mail after he was m*rder*d.

So?

So, well...

Reporting profession
is notoriously underpaid.

This is always the
awkward part, isn't it?

When the blackmailer
first asks for the money.

All right, well let me
ask you a question.

Doesn't it bother you at all

that a man lost his life?

Or can you still
somehow justify this

as some kind of
revolutionary act?

I don't sleep real well, if
that's what you want to know.

But we had beliefs back then.

Something your kind
could never understand.

My kind?

You know, that bank
guard had beliefs, too.

He believed he was going
to get to see his kid grow up.

You can't judge me.

You're a common blackmailer.

[Laughs]

You're a m*rder*r.

Listen...

We had a vision back
then, you understand?

We fought the pigs, the banks,

the imperialist army in Vietnam.

That bank guard
didn't have to die.

He drew his g*n,
that's why I shot him.

He drew his g*n to
protect the piggy bank.

Cooper: Oh, get off
it, would you, please?

You've turned into everything
you've always hated.

What are you?
Some hotshot lawyer

preying on a poor ghetto kid.

Give me the envelope.

Okay, Medina, put the g*n down.

I'm a police officer.
You're under arrest.

[g*nshots]

Eddie: Police! Freeze!

[g*nshots]

[Both grunting]

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Sure?
- Never better.

Oh, it's all right!

[Soft music playing]

[Indistinct chatter]

Bartender: There you go.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hi. I'm buying.

Can I get the same, please?

Bartender: Yes, ma'am.

[Sighs] Listen, ed,

about that piece,

- i just...
- No, no, no.

I read the article again.

Yeah?

It's pretty good.

- Really?
- No.

It was hysterical.

Oh, man.

Good, 'cause I was
worried, you know.

I was worried I was
gonna lose my bro.

Oh, no.

I love you, ed, a
lot. And I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
hurt you, you know?

I learned a lesson, though.

Writing about my
family is off-limits.

Good.

But I won't hold you to it.

Thanks.

Come here.

I love you, too.

[Cars honking]

Charges dropped.

But you'd better get
yourself a new lawyer,

'cause I'm gonna
be all over you.

You'd have been
locked up a long time ago

if there was anything
called justice.

Too bad we both
know there ain't.

You remember after I shot you?



How you think that happened?

I never wanted
anybody dyin' on me.

Not even you.

[Dramatic music playing]

♪ Time on my hands ♪

♪ since you've been away, boy ♪

♪ I ain't got no plans ♪

♪ no, no, no, no ♪

♪ and the sound of the rain ♪

♪ against my windowpane ♪

♪ is slowly ♪

♪ is slowly drivin' me insane ♪

♪ boy, I'm goin' down ♪

♪ I'm goin' down ♪

♪ 'cause you ain't around ♪

♪ baby ♪

♪ my whole world's upside down ♪