03x16 - Outrage

[bunniefuu]

[Instrumental music]

♪ There's a w*r goin' on
outside no man is safe from ♪

♪ you can run but
you can't hide forever ♪

♪ from these streets
that we done took ♪

♪ you walkin' with your
head down scared to look ♪

♪ you shook 'cause
ain't no such things ♪

♪ as halfway crooks

♪ they never around
when the beef cooks ♪

♪ in my part of town

♪ it's similar to Vietnam

♪ now we all grown up and all

♪ heavy on the cop patrol

♪ they better have
the riot gear ready ♪

♪ tryin' to bag me
and get rock steady ♪

♪ by the Mac one
double I touch you ♪

♪ and leave you with not
much to go home with ♪

♪ my skin is thick

♪ 'cause I be up in
the mix of action ♪

♪ if I'm not at home
puffing lye relaxin' ♪

♪ New York got a... depressed

♪ so I wear a slug proof
underneath my guess ♪

♪ god bless my soul
before I put my foot down ♪

♪ and begin to stroll
into the drama I built ♪

♪ and all unfinished beef
you will soon be took ♪

♪ put us together it's like
mixin' vodka and milk ♪

♪ I'm goin' out

♪ then taking my
enemies with me ♪

♪ and if not they scarred
so they will never forget me ♪

♪ lord forgive me
the hennessey ♪

♪ got me not
knowin' how to act ♪

♪ I'm fallin' and I
can't turn back ♪

♪ or maybe it's the words
from my man killa black ♪

♪ that I can't say

♪ so it's left an untold fact

♪ until my death my
goal is to stay alive ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ yep yep we're livin' this
till the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong... ♪

♪ I'm trapped in
between two worlds ♪

♪ tryin' to get dough

♪ you know when the
dough get low the jewels go ♪

♪ but never that as long
as fiends smoke crack ♪

♪ I'll be on the block
hustlin' countin' my stacks ♪

♪ no doubt watchin' my back
and proceed with caution ♪

♪ five... smell in the
bridge gettin' down ♪

♪ it ain't hard to tell
you better realize ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ we're livin' this till
the day that we die ♪

♪ survival of the fit
only the strong survive ♪

♪ looks like
we still livin' it ♪

♪ but then your
eyes will get wise ♪

♪ look alive for '95 word up

♪ hypnotic sounds like
your dead a*s paralyzed ♪

♪ you know what I'm sayin'?

[Theme music]

Man 1: Keep pressure.

Charlie, it's me, j.C.

J.c., I need Janine, man.

Don't try to talk, okay?

- Come on. Give him some oxygen.
- Tell her I'm sorry, man.

For leaving her and
little Charles alone.

Shh! Don't talk. Don't talk.

- Let's go guys, come on!
- I love her, man.

Don't talk, okay? You're
going to be fine, you hear me?

- You're going to be fine.
- Alright, lock it in.

- Hurry up.
- Excuse me.

Torres: So you
got hit in the chest.

Yeah, I had the vest on.

Did you have them check you out?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Did you get to see
a face or anything?

No, it went down too fast.

- What the hell happened?
- I don't know.

All of a sudden,
we're under fire.

What the hell do you
mean you don't know?

You're the experienced officer.

He's the rookie!

I made the right
moves, Williams.

What do you think, I
wanted that kid to get shot?

Yo. Chill, alright?
Take it easy.

Tell that to your partner.

You watch your mouth, okay?

What is your problem, bro?

Yo, ed, I knew Evans
when he was a kid, okay?

I'm the reason why he
joined the force, man.

What do we have?

Basically, we got one guy

hijacked a truck,

stole three stinger missiles,

and they're fully operational.

Cooper: Oh, wonderful.
Anyone get a description?

White male, average
height, average build.

Nobody saw his face.

Captain Linda rice, c.I.D.

I'll be handling the
army's investigation.

I'm lieutenant
Cooper, fourth precinct.

What are you doing here?
Why isn't the f.B.I. Here?

There's a possibility the
perpetrator's a soldier.

That makes it army business.

The officer shot
is in my precinct.

So that makes it my business. I

don't see a conflict
as long as you

don't hinder my investigation.

Likewise.

What do we got?

I don't know, it
looks like aspirin.

Cooper: It sure does.

Alright, I want you
to comb this car,

ever single inch of it.

If a fly spit in it, I
want to know about it.

Man 2: Lieutenant, I
think I got something.

What?

Look what somebody
left behind for us.

Huh. Bingo.

Alright, bag it.

McNamara: He left the
vehicle, the g*n, his jacket.

Our guy's not so smart,

dumping the stuff
near the truck.

Yeah, well, the serial number

was burned off the g*n,
so that's untraceable.

Better to dump it than get
caught withit. You know?

What the hell did we
get off the truck anyway?

Not much. We're
cross-checking for prints and this.

Lab says it's aspirin.

I just heard from St. Vincent's.

Officer Charles
Evans died in surgery.

You alright, Williams?

[Sighs]

That guy had to know those
missiles were in that truck.

Where were they coming from?



So, who's in the market

for surface-to-air missiles?

Anyone who wants to
sh**t down airplanes.

One of them. They can
be used for anything.

Armored trucks,
schools, buildings.

So we're talking
t*rrorists here.

Or a militia group
or a hate group.

Could even be a
psychopath working alone.

I want you to work with
those fingerprints, please,

and stay on top of forensics.

You two, I want you
to go over to the armory

and find out who
leaked the information

about the missiles, please.

You really alright?

Do I look alright?

Hey, I was just asking.

Listen, um, I'll meet
up with you, okay?

I have to handle something.

Yeah.

Hey, listen, if you need me
you know what's up, right?

You know, all he could
talk about in the end...

Was you.

I didn't even get a
chance to say good-bye.

He wanted me to, um...

Tell you how sorry he was to...

Leave you and little Charles.

You forget a
birthday, you're sorry.

You up and die on someone,
you got no right to be sorry.

But he loved you.

I know he loved me

and I don't need
you to tell me that.

- Janine, listen...
- Why wasn't it you?

Why couldn't you
die instead of him?

Why didn't you just let him be?

If I would have
just let him be...

He'd be upstate
right now doing time.

At least he'd be alive.

He wanted to be a cop.

Don't tell me what he wanted.

You didn't know his heart.

[Charlie crying]

I'm sorry.

I'll tell that to little Charlie
when he's old enough

to ask for his daddy.

It'll be alright now.
Here's your baby.

[Charlie cooing]

Listen, I promise you...

I will find the
man who did this.

You do that.

[Dramatic music]

They're looking good...

Which is more than
I can say for you.

What the hell's up, Everett?

Come all the way up on my roof

to ask me about my health?

This morning, somebody
dressed as an army staff sergeant

hijacked a truck...

With three stinger missiles.

That a fact?

Why the hell would
anybody do a thing like that?

I owe you a lot.

Yeah, your life.

My life, yeah.

But I'm not going to stand by

and let you k*ll people.

Gus, you hearing me?

Yeah, I hear you.

"Don't k*ll people."

Ease your conscience, Everett.

I didn't take any missiles,

and I didn't k*ll anybody.

[Dramatic music]

[Helicopter whirring]

Williams: You know, I busted
Evans when he was 15, man.

Used to visit him at spotford.

I was one of the few
people he'd listen to.

Torres: That's more
than we did at that age.

He was really on his way, man.

He really made
something of himself.

He didmake
something of himself, yo.

You know, not to sound cold,
but he knew the risk. You know?

Can't blame yourself
for him getting shot.

Williams: I don't blame myself.

I blame the person
that shot him.

Torres: Yeah.

Williams: Does the army
usually leave missiles here?

Rice: Negative, these
were on their way to Europe

for a training exercise.

Who else knew they were here?

Two people. Staff sergeant keno.

He's the armorer.

And captain tulare, the C.O.

What's keno's background?

He's a decorated combat veteran

with an impeccable record.

He served in Panama
and the Gulf w*r.

Do you consider him a suspect?

I consider everyone a suspect.

Excuse me, sergeant.

These are detectives,
Williams and torres.

Staff sergeant Everett keno.

Torres: Are you responsible
for weapons kept here?

Yes, sir. That's my
function as armorer.

How is it possible
a man can walk in

and take missiles so
easily away from you guys?

One individual can
accomplish almost anything

if he's determined
enough... Or she.

Torres: How would he or she know

where they would be kept?

I don't know.

Do you think they
had military training?

Everett: I don't know.

You don't seem to
know much, sergeant.

No, sir, I don't.

Williams: You do know
a rookie cop was k*lled.

Yes, sir.

You ever lose a man?

Yes, sir. They were soldiers.

They knew the risks...

Just like police.

So, we know that this
man is capable of k*lling.

Now he has the potential
to k*ll hundreds more.

Does thatmake you
feel uncomfortable?

Yes.

It makes me very uncomfortable.

Williams: Lieu, I'm telling you,
that b*stard was ready for us.

He knew exactly what to say.

- Get all the right answers.
- Keno is wrong, lieu.

His attitude, his reactions...

Think he helped
stage the hijacking?

I don't know, but he knows
more than he's saying.

Alright, well, it's
not that I don't trust

your finely honed
instincts, gentlemen.

It's just I need
a little evidence

before I consider somebody
an accessory to m*rder.

I'm checking the
military records.

- Fine.
- We want to put a tail on him.

Good. Just be discreet.

We wouldn't want
to hinder captain rice.

Yes, ma'am.

[Instrumental music]

I talked to c.I.D. Yesterday...

And the police.

So? What can you tell them?

You don't know anything.

Everett: I could tell
them what I suspect...

But I didn't.

What do you want, Gus?

I want peace and happiness...

And prosperity.

But I'll accept the
government admitting the truth

that they can't protect
American troops on the b*ttlefield.

- That's not the truth.
- That's mytruth.

So, what's up?

He got off on the seventh floor.

Alright, how many apartments?

- Six. Williams: Six, huh?

Yeah, well, I'll have
coned run a utilities check.

Give them back

or dump them in the river.

Hmm. No can do.

That's not a request,
that's an order.

Gus: With all due
respect, sergeant,

I must refuse.

You're going to sh**t me
in front of your wife now?

You don't even know
friend from foe anymore.

Please let it be, Everett.

It's not just for me and Kay.

It's for all the others.

You got 24 hours to
get rid of the missiles.

After that, I'm coming
after you myself.

[Dramatic music]

What are you staring at?

Oh, you think he's right.

You think I should stop.

- I didn't say that.
- No, you didn't say anything.

You neversay anything.

What do you want me to say?

I don't care! Say something.

Tell me it's my fault,
tell me you hate me,

but stop staring at me
with the accusing looks.

Kay, I can't take it anymore!

No, you're not
walking away from me!

You're going to listen to me!
You're going to speak to me.

You're going to
saysomething to me now!

What do you want from me?

Do you understand
why I have to do this?

Look at you. You're dead.

Why don't we just end
it right now, Kay, huh?

No more accusing
looks, no more pain.

You want to be with Andrea?

You just give me
the word and say it.

Speak.

Do it.

Do it.

[Screams]

I can't!

[Panting]

[Instrumental music]

Torres: Yo! I ran the names
of the seventh-floor residents.

I got one possible.
A Gus mooney.

Discharged from the army in '92

of rank, staff sergeant.

- Check it.
- Really? Gus mooney, eh?

Well, he served in desert storm,



third regiment, c
company just like keno.

I talked to forensics.

Mooney's prints were
not found in the truck.

Damn.

However, Mac went through
parking violations records.

Guess who got a
ticket last week?

- Mooney?
- Down around front and Hudson.

- Near the Navy yard. Come on.
- Navy yard.

[Instrumental music]

Gus: Sure, Everett
keno and I are friends.

We fought in the
Gulf together. Hoo-rah.

Torres: You were
discharged from the army

five years ago, right?

The army let a lot of
us go... To save money.

You know, uh...

I've been having
this pounder all day.

You think I can
get one of those?

I've had mine for four years,

along with chronic
fatigue, joint pain, insomnia.

- Oh, Gulf w*r syndrome, right?
- No, no, no, no, no.

See, that doesn't exist.

Me and the 45,000 other
vets who came home sick,

we're suffering from stress.

Where were you 6:00
A.M., Monday morning?

I was home, in bed.

Can you tell them, honey?

What?

Can you tell them that
I was home Monday?

He was home.

Is she alright?

Look, if you guys
could just please...

Your car was ticketed
outside the Navy yard

February, 6, in the afternoon.

Gus: Is that what this is
about, the parking ticket?

I'm going to pay that, I swear.

No. This is about
stolen missiles

and a cop who was shot to death.

Yeah. I did hear about that.

It's unbelievable.

So you had no idea where
these missiles were going?

No. Why would I know
anything about that?

Maybe because your friend
sergeant keno mentioned it.

That's classified information.

Why would he tell
me anything like that?

Now, please, if you don't mind,

my wife really needs to rest.

So, you're into pigeons, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah. I got a few birds.

Look, boys, I really do
wish you the best of luck,

and I hope you
find your missiles.

His name was Charles Evans...

The cop who was m*rder*d.

Charles Evans.

He was a friend of mine.

He was just a kid.

We were all just kids.

[Dramatic music]

What's up with the
Stepford wife, yo?

I want to search that apartment.

We got no probable
cause. Say again.

Homeboy went to the Gulf w*r

and she'sthe one
with shell shock.

Will you get off
the wife, alright?

I want the man.

We can get to him through her.

Yeah. Well, whatever
it's going to take.

[Upbeat music]

What's going on?

Gregory: Just
doing a little ironing.

Williams: Wait a minute.

Am I in the right house?

- Come on, dad.
- What'd you do, g?

What happened? What'd you break?

Bro can't do his share?

There's something for you.

What's this?

Who is miss clayborne

and why does she want to see me?

She's my new French teacher.

I guess I did something
I shouldn't have.

Like what? Cheat on your test?

Kind of wrote her a note.

What kind of note?

It was... it was a love note,

but I didn't sign it.

I mean, how am I
supposed to know

she's a handwriting expert?

So my son has a crush
on his French teacher, huh?

Come on. Don't make fun.

Look, g, it's perfectly natural.

When I was your age

I had this English
teacher named miss bell.

Oh, my god, she was so fine.

That woman had
me wearing my shirt

outside my pants all year.

Dad.

Hey.

- Well, at least, is she fine?
- She's spanking.

Well, then I'll go to
school and talk to her.

Look out for those
double creases.

[Instrumental music]

[Whirring]

[Upbeat music]

♪ Say peace to cats who
rock mack knowledge ♪

♪ knowledgists
street astrologists ♪

♪ light up the mic
god knowledge this ♪

♪ fly joints that
carried your points ♪

♪ corolla motorola holder

♪ play it god he pack
over the shoulder ♪

♪ chrome tanks player like
yanks check the franchise ♪

♪ front on my guys my
enterprise splash many lives ♪

♪ rapel on fakes
like reflectors ♪

♪ in his ear in his
last crack career ♪

♪ we can can him
manhandle him if you wanna ♪

♪ run in his crib-o get
ditto skate like a limo ♪

♪ and jet to the flyest
estate relate take a break ♪

♪ break down an eighth and
then wait drop it like Drake ♪

♪ th*gs they be
booing we canoeing ♪

♪ claim they doing the
same we doing your union ♪

♪ it's the same style rza
trainable jump the turn style ♪

[expl*si*n]

♪ Aluminum bat in the...

[Indistinct chatter]

[Instrumental music]

It could've been a m*ssile, but
we got to wait for confirmation.

I don't need a
confirmation. Check this out.

A stinger m*ssile has a
range of two miles, right?

This is us. This is mooney.

- Within that two-mile radius...
- Oh, come on, man.

He's not that crazy to
sh**t it from his roof.

Rice: Detectives.

Captain, what's the verdict?

Nothing official yet.

Well, come on. Give
me your educated guess.

Well, off the
record, it looks to me

like the copter was shot down.

You know, when
flight 800 went down,

the f.B.I. Did some tests

from missiles fired from boats.

- Some kind of residue test?
- I heard that.

Why? You think you know
where it was fired from?

I don't know.

[Siren wailing]

Torres: Look, make
sure you get everything

on that top, alright?

You guys got a warrant?

We don't need a warrant.

We got the
landlord's permission.

Do you think I'm dumb
enough to fire a m*ssile

from my own roof?

Who said anything
about a m*ssile?

I heard on the news
about the helicopter.

I figured that's
why you're here.

Yeah, it said a
helicopter exploded.

It didn't say anything
about a m*ssile.

Silly me for assuming.

Hey, those are
nice-looking birds.

You take good care of them, huh?

Gus: Do me a favor, please?

Don't get too close to them.

If they don't know you,
they get a little nervous.

Oh. Yeah? What about you, Gus?

You nervous?

You're looking a
little sweaty, my man.

Oh, I sweat all the time.

Oh, yeah? Even
in the freakin' cold?

All four seasons.

Where were you at 6:00 A.M.?

- I was home in bed.
- Mm-hmm.

And your wife
will vouch for you.

Hey, you know what?

You're gonna slip
up, and when you do,

i'MMA be there to catch you.

When I do, I want you
to resist, you hear me?

I'm sorry your
friend had to die.

No, you're not...

But you will be.

[Dramatic music]

So, what'd we dig up, gentlemen?

The residue test
came back negative.

- Oh, what a surprise.
- So he fired it somewhere else.

You know, I don't know
if we just should get off

this mooney and
explore other possibilities.

The passenger on the helicopter

was a man by the
name of Elmer Stewart.

The c.E.O. Of archon
pharmaceuticals.

We can link him to mooney?

Torres: Archon
supplied the vaccines

that were supposed to
protect the troops in the Gulf.

They made a lot of money,

but the f.D.A. Never
approved them.

And the army still
used them anyway.

- So, they didn't work.
Williams: Who knows?

People think that this is what
made the soldiers even sicker.

Now, if mooney believes
that, there's our motive.

Alright. Stay on him.

Uh, let me find the
file. I had it right here.

Oh, yes.

"Gus and Kay mooney."

Uh, they made a number of visits

to the v.A. Hospital
in '92 and '93.

What was their problem?

I'm not at Liberty to say.

Was it Gulf w*r syndrome?

- There is no such thing.
McNamara: Excuse me?

Um, the Pentagon has been
researching this since 1991.

Officially, there is no unique
illness afflicting soldiers

who returned from the Gulf w*r.

You saying these
people aren't sick?

No, no, we're finding a
whole range of symptoms,

but no single illness

that can be attributed
to the Gulf w*r.

But the toxins in the air,

the chemical and
biological warfare...

There is no evidence that
Iraq used such weapons.

Are you serious?

McNamara: What's this?

Uh...

Four years ago, Kay
mooney had a baby girl.

- Andrea Lynn.
- Oh, my god.

What are those things?

Tumors. She died
at the age of two.

McNamara: From what?

Atrial-septal heart defect,

among other things.

No unique illnesses, huh?

McNamara: We'll
need a copy of that.

Hey, let's not jump
to conclusions.

At least three percent
of all American babies

are born with abnormalities.

[Telephone ringing]

What are those
things on her face?

Tumors, tangled-up
blood vessels.

They were in her
throat and spine.

She couldn't talk or swallow.

I'm gonna call judge Whitaker,
see if I could get a warrant.

Look, we may have motive but
we don't have any evidence, man.

He'll be out in a day, anyway.

Look. Can you two
stay on him, please?

Yeah. Like white
on rice. Let's go.

Come on.

I can understand why he snapped.

I don't care about his motive.

All I'm getting is a damn
answering machine.

I'm gonna finish checking
on these. You need anything?

No. I have to run some
errands. Go ahead.

Woman 1: So you
ready to conjugate

some more verbs for me?

- Oui.
- Okay.

[Knock at door]

Uh, excuse me.

Sorry for being late.

Bienvenue, monsieurwilliams.

Comment allez-vous?

- Um...
- She says, "welcome.

How are you?"

Oh, uh, fine, thank you.

- Gracias.
- It's merci.

Merci.

Merci. Merci.

Now, normally, I allow only
French in this classroom,

but I think I'll make
an exception for you.

Uh... merci beaucoup.

I'm Natasha clayborne.

J.c. Williams.

Um, so what's this
I hear about a note?

- This is French.
- Yeah.

It's a Valentine's day card.

And it's quite...

Passionate and expressive.

Um... listen, I, um...

Apologize if my son
was disrespectful...

But you know if you don't
mind me saying, um...

I can understand why he would
be passionate and expressive.

Very gallant, Mr. Williams.

Now I can see where
Gregory gets it from.

But I don't think
you understand.

Oh, i... I think I do.

I think I do.

That note is written
in impeccable French.

I think Gregory has a
real flair for the language.

- I got flair.
- Ah. You do, don't you?

Yeah, and I'd like to move
him up to my honors class.

What?

Williams: Honors
class? I like that.

Now, you know it'll
be a lot more work,

but I think he can handle it.

Williams: Sounds good.

Oh, my goodness.

So, um, is this the reason

you called me down here?

- To get your permission.
- Sure.

It's fine with me as
long as it's cool with him.

So what do you think, son?
You ready for honors class?

Yeah...

Whatever.

These people must
have gone through hell.

Why am I telling you?

You're the one with a daughter.

You'd know better than me.

She's not my daughter.

Hmm. I mean, biologically.

Well, maybe a little
more than just biologically.

You know what, Tommy?

Can we just drop the subject?

Sure.

What do you suppose will
happen to Melissa now?

I mean, with her
adopted mother dead,

the father sick...

I don't know.

You think you'd want her back?

The question is,
would she want me?

Look, there he is.

♪ There's a w*r goin' on
outside no man is safe from ♪

♪ you can run but
you can't hide forever ♪

♪ from these streets
that we done took ♪

♪ you walkin' with your
head down scared to look ♪

♪ you shook 'cause
ain't no such things ♪

♪ as halfway crooks

♪ they never around
when the beef cooks ♪

♪ in my part of town
it's similar to Vietnam ♪

♪ now we all grown up and all

♪ heavy on the cop patrol

♪ they better have
the riot gear ready ♪

♪ tryin' to bag me
and get rock steady ♪

♪ by the Mac one
double I touch you ♪

♪ and leave you with not
much to go home with ♪

♪ my skin is thick

♪ 'cause I be up in
the mix of action ♪

♪ if I'm not at home,
puffing lye relaxin' ♪

♪ New York got a... depressed

♪ so I wear a slug proof
underneath my vest ♪

♪ god bless my soul
before I put my foot down ♪

♪ and begin to stroll
into the drama I built ♪

♪ and all unfinished beef

♪ you assume man is safe from

♪ it's like mixin'
vodka and milk ♪

♪ I'm goin' out in the streets
taking enemies with me ♪

♪ and if not they scarred so
they will never forget me... ♪

Torres: So, uh, what happened?

He spent two hours at
the Brooklyn promenade.

Checking out
buildings and Bridges.

Where is he now?

I don't know, moreno,
where is he now?

- You lost him?
- Rush hour traffic at b.Q.E.

Hey, hey, hello? How long
have you two been cops?

Save it, torres. We
got to see Cooper.

Huh!

I'm still here, I'm still here.

Yes, thank you. We'll
be right over to pick it up.

Judge Whitaker
gave us a warrant.

Let's check out
mooney's apartment.

[Instrumental music]

[Knocking on door]

Mrs. Mooney, we have a warrant

to search your residence.

Is your husband around?

She's touched, man.

Torres: Alright, you guys,
hit everywhere you can see.

Williams: Everywhere.
Everywhere, guys.

[Dramatic music]

It's no use.

- There's nothing here.
- I don't wanna hear that.

There's got to be
something somewhere.

We did everything
except tear off the walls.

Then let's tear down
the walls, alright?

Wait, wait, there's
one more place.

Where you going?

[Music continues]

- J.c.! Williams: Yo!

He is playing with us.

No, man, not us...

Me.

[expl*si*n]

[Dramatic music]

Torres: You know what?

I don't condone what he did,

but I understand it.

But why is keno helping him?

Williams: Well, we'll ask him.

Torres: Just like that,
go up and ask him.

He's not going
to give us nothing.

Williams: Then, we arrest him.

Torres: Oh? For what?

Williams: Assaulting
a police officer.

He's going to be a
tough character to pop.

Yeah, well. I can
be pretty annoying.

Don't I know this.

Sergeant keno. Just
the man we're looking for.

I'm late for a meeting.

We'll make this quick.

We know mooney took the missiles

and we know he used one
to sh**t down that helicopter.

What we don't know
is what he intends to do

with the other two.

- We think you do.
- I got nothing to say to you.

- No, no. We're not done yet.
- Yes, we are.

You don't want to
keep pushing me.

We think you told
him about the missiles

and helped him plan the heist.

You know what that makes you?

The lowest scum on earth.

You don't even
deserve this uniform.

You're a traitor, you know that?

Torres: Hey, hey, don't resist.

Assaulting an officer.

Hey! This is a police matter.

Back up!

N.y.p.d. Police. Back up.

You know you're
under arrest, right?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law...

Torres: Desert storm.

That... that was
a righteous w*r.

Not like the Vietnam, right?

Hippies didn't spit at
us when we came home.

If that's what you mean.

You came back heroes,
yellow ribbons, the whole night.

We were just doing our jobs.

Uh-huh. Protecting your country.

- That's right.
- That's right.

My country, right or wrong...

I never said she was perfect.

Yeah, I know.

In fact, the army
messed your boy up

pretty bad, didn't they?

- He thinks so.
- Mm-hmm.

How many people have to die

before he gets his payback?

Oh, he's got you
scared, too, huh?

What I don't get is
why you're helping him.

I mean, a man like
you, a w*r hero?

- I'm not helping him.
- Protecting him then.

You ever see combat?

Torres: Every day of my life.

No. I... I mean real combat

where the shells are
coming down so thick

that you wish the
ground would swallow you

because hell has got
to be better than this.

We were pinned down
in a gully by mortar fire.

Our radio was hit,
so we couldn't call

for air support.

I crawled to the top.

It looked like a whole
regiment of Iraqis

were coming at us.

I was hit.

Mooney charged in with
his unit, pulled me back.

If he hadn't come in
when he did, I'd be dead.

Me and 13 other guys.

Alright, so you owe
him your life, okay.

But what about all
those people he's k*lling?

You owe him theirs, too?

Did he take the missiles?

Come on!

Nod, blink, something.

[Explosions]

It was my fault.

I told him they were coming in.

Was it mooney?

[Dramatic music]

Yes.

[Knocking on door]

Williams: Police!
Open the door, mooney.

- He's not here.
- Where is he?

- Back up. Williams:
Where is he?

Where is he? Huh?

- J.c., you clear?
- Yeah.

Listen, you have got to help us.

He is k*lling people.
Is that what you want?

More death? Huh?

Mrs. Mooney, listen to us.

We saw pictures of your
daughter, Andrea, okay?

We're sorry about your loss.

What do you know about my loss?

I have a son. I can imagine.

Now, please, help us out.

Listen, all the people
that Gus is k*lling

are not going to
bring back Andrea.

Williams: Let's get out of
here. We're wasting our time.

His semen blistered my skin.

Excuse me?

When he first came home...

His body was so full of poison,

his semen blistered my skin.

So we waited.

We wanted a child so badly.

Then came Andrea.

You... you saw her.

We fed her through
a hole in her stomach.

But, you know...
She could laugh.

Lord, she knew she could laugh.

Mrs. Mooney, your
daughter sounded

like a very special child.

Please don't let
Gus k*ll in her name.

Williams: Lieu, check it out.

General clive Stevens

who headed the
Pentagon's research

on Gulf w*r syndrome,

was scheduled to be
on a 4:15 helicopter

out of the downtown heliport.

Yeah. Mooney's across
the river at pier 50.

Alright.

She's calling captain rice.

Better hurry up.

[Siren wailing]

Pier 50, moreno. Let's go.

[Intense music]

[Instrumental music]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Siren wailing]

We're here, and we're moving in.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Powering down]

Get out of here or I'll
blow you away, I swear.

It's over, mooney.

Not until I finish
what I started.

The helicopter isn't taking off

and general Stevens
isn't going anywhere.

Williams: You
can't k*ll all generals.

Somebody has to
take responsibility.

Somebody has to say,
"we made a mistake.

Let's fix it."

Somebody has to pay.

The army agrees, but you
won't get it done this way.

I was willing to
die for my country...

But I didn't agree to
sacrifice my wife, my baby.

They took them from me,
and they won't even admit it.

Now it's their turn.

Mooney... you don't have to die.

I thought that's
what you wanted.

No. Not anymore.

You hear me?

No!

[g*nshots]

[Mellow music]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Mellow music]

[Instrumental music]

♪ Compliment

♪ what she does

♪ send her roses

♪ just because

♪ if it's violins she loves

♪ let them play

♪ dedicate

♪ her favorite song

♪ and hold her closer

♪ all night long

♪ love her today

♪ find 100 ways...

[Laughing]

Something for the lady.

Same old garbage for the man.

And something special for you.

With all its faults,

this is still the best
country in the world.

I mean, where you going to go?

Canada?

Australia?

[Laughing]

You're crazy. You're so sweet.

Mm, I'll give you
your present later.

- I think I need another drink.
- What the hell.

As long as people
run the government,

there's always going to
be corruption and stupidity.

You know, Australia
doesn't sound bad.

Tell me, what are
you babbling about?

Nothing. Are we
supposed to tip him?

- I'm not going to tip him.
- Later you will.

[Laughing]

♪ Being cool won't help
you keep a love warm ♪

♪ you'll just blow
your only chance ♪

♪ take the time

♪ to open up your heart

♪ that's the secret of

♪ romance

so, g, you want some of
this pasta I'm going to make?

Gregory: I'm not hungry.

- What, are you sick?
- No, I'm okay.

So, uh, you know that
French teacher of yours?

- Pssh. Bro, she is bad.
- She ah-ight.

"Ah-ight." what you
mean, "ah-ight"?

What is that, ebonics?

You the one that
wrote her that note.

Yeah, and she graded it.

I opened my heart
out to that woman

and she acts like a teacher.

Well, I'm sure she
was just trying to keep

her professional objectivity.

That's true,

because if she told
me how she really felt,

she'd probably get fired.

Plus, that's molestation.

Well, son, I wouldn't
get my hopes up too high.

You know, she probably
has a boyfriend or something.

No. I heard her
say the other day

that her and her
boyfriend just broke up.

[Instrumental music]

Really?

♪ Being cool

♪ won't help you
keep a love warm ♪

♪ you'll just blow
your only chance ♪

♪ take the time

♪ to open up your heart

♪ that's the secret

♪ of romance

♪ sacrifice

♪ if you care

♪ buy her some
moonlight to wear ♪

♪ if it's one more
star she wants ♪

♪ go all the way

♪ in your arms tonight

♪ she'll reflect

♪ that she owes you

♪ the sweetest of debts

♪ if she wants to pay

♪ find 100 ways

ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Tunig.

♪ Whoo-hoo hoo oo-oo

[wolf howling]