♪ Praised Selassie I every time ♪
♪ I say Jah shall execute judgment and justice ♪
♪ And none shall escape ah mercy ♪
♪ What me say Selassie I leave 'em terrified ♪
♪ What me say boy you could put on the wings ♪
♪ Of the the morning and fly
♪ There is no escape from King Selassie I ♪
♪ Flying on the income must fall to the sea ♪
♪ There is no escape from His Majesty ♪
♪ A long time he a tell you about the duttie square breed ♪
♪ A long time he a tell you about the brutality ♪
♪ A long time he a tell you about the him fantasy ♪
♪ But why yo boat men shan manakhe ♪
♪ But why yo all 'bout the black he body ♪
♪ But why yo I vote with equality ♪
♪ But why yo all about Marcus Garvey ♪
♪ We there yo I feel love His Majesty ♪
♪ Selassie I soul that kept me
♪ Selassie I for I the trinity
♪ A ex amount of action been dumped on to me ♪
♪ No stop from wicked and them no stop from flee ♪
♪ And nowhere to run and there is no void ♪
♪ Boy put on the wings in the morning and fly ♪
♪ There is no escape from King Selassie I ♪
♪ Flyin' on the income must fall to the sea ♪
♪ There is no escape from His Majesty ♪
♪ Here come that rude boy sh*t criminology legit ♪
♪ Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I ♪
♪ We can all get by if we unify ♪
♪ Gettin' ch*nk eye off the stimuli ♪
♪ Blazin' the g*n and all that good stuff ♪
♪ Six-three walk with a strut
♪ On these New York streets like baby what ♪
♪ Anything can happen it usually does ♪
♪ I'm from Staten the Island
♪ Peep me on G-street Ticallion ♪
♪ Everything is real ain't nuttin' fronted ♪
♪ Down a fake rapper haveta bungee ♪
♪ He's in it for the munties M-O-N-E-Y ♪
♪ But you can't take it witcha when you die Selassie high ♪
♪ If you put-ta on the wings and attempt to exit ♪
♪ Then no conjure Christ and none gone bullshit ♪
♪ Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish ♪
♪ With them burn the g*n and them whole poli-tricks ♪
♪ Half the people dem a turn and half the people dem a twist ♪
♪ Now sh**t dem another ear-trick done perish ♪
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♪ After the whole of them from gone then push up them fists ♪
♪ Leave the ship them a strip you must get punish ♪
♪ Go ahead speed up your judgment stand up boy ♪
♪ Boy put on the wings of the morning and fly ♪
♪ There is no escape from King Selassie I ♪
♪ Flying on the income must fall to the sea ♪
♪ There is no escape from His Majesty ♪
♪ So ah ♪ And one of these day
♪ When you hear a boy faint
♪ Then uh where you gonna run too? ♪
♪ Oh woy
♪ I said they gonna run to the rock and mountain ♪
♪ But they will be no rock no rock ♪
♪ They're gonna run to the rocks and mountain ♪
♪ But they will be no rock so what we say ♪
♪ Wu-Tang Clan's in the area
♪ Big up yourself black man my brothers ♪
♪ Hell is the plan for the other ♪
♪ Discover discover discover ♪
[theme music]
Moreno: Thanks for coming to the funeral with me.
- No problem. - Oh.
It was a nice service Jimmy gave.
Yeah, that is one of the benefits of having a brother
who's a priest.
Listen, are you gonna be okay?
I mean, can I get you some coffee?
I just can't get used to the idea, you know, Luis dead.
It's so senseless.
I mean, one minute we sign the divorce papers...
say goodbye...
...and the next minute Luis is dead.
[sighs] I just keep thinking that if I talked to him
for another minute--
No, no, no, look.
It wasn't your fault. It was a robbery.
Luis was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Look, I'm gonna go change, Eddie, okay?
Yeah. Okay.
How you doing, Moreno?
How is she doing?
- Uh, she'll be fine. - Good. Alright, look.
We got a homicide at Baboff Trucking, 99th and Amsterdam.
I want you to catch up with Williams.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[siren wailing]
Ugh! It's a mess. Who was he?
Yeah, his name was Mark Baboff. He owned the company.
Secretary over here, Marsha Banyon, found him.
Excuse me. I'm Detective Torres.
- You alright? - Just--
So, Ms. Banyon, you were saying when you got in this morning
the door was closed?
Right, which is very unusual.
Mostly, he keeps an open-door policy,
unless he doesn't wanna be disturbed, of course.
- What time did you get in? - Around 9:00.
I'd bring him his cappuccino. He didn't answer when I knocked.
I opened the door, he wasn't there, so I came out here.
I stepped right in the blood.
Uh, do you have any idea who might have done this?
None whatsoever. Mark was a nice guy, you know?
Did he keep an appointment book, phone log, anything like that?
Appointment book.
- You want to see it? - Sure.
Both of his carotid arteries were severed.
Anything taken?
As far as we can tell, nothin'.
It reads like a professional hit.
Baboff met with Ray Tarrafino last week,
an underboss from the Santucci crime family.
Torres: Owns a restaurant downtown.
What, Baboff was involved with the Mob?
According to organized crime intel, no.
Baboff ran a clean operation hauling trash, no pun intended.
We do have a video tape of 99th Street.
They set up a surveillance camera.
[scoffs] They had a camera on the street? Why?
Baboff set it up because the employees' cars
were getting jacked.
Alright, I want you to look at the tape, then I want you
to talk to Tarrafino, I want you to see what kind of lies
you can worm out of him, right?
You, I want you to put the MO
through the computer, alright?
Uh, lieut, you got a second?
- Yeah. How you holding up? - I'm alright.
Um, how are Reech and Bernstein doing with the, uh, case?
We're doing everything we can to help find your husband's k*ller.
What I need you to do
is to concentrate on the Baboff homicide.
I don't need you dissipating your energies here.
- Please. - I wanna be in on this bust.
[sighs]
Nina, it's out of the question.
[sighs]
Moreno...
if you need to talk, I'm here, alright?
[door shuts]
[siren wailing]
Torres: Mr. Tarrafino?
Tarrafino: Yeah. Go around the back door.
The cook will give you some food.
Excuse, I'm Detective Torres.
This is my partner, Detective Williams.
Williams: Can we have a minute of your time, sir?
Yeah. A minute's all you get.
You know a guy named Mark Baboff?
Baboff Trucking? Yeah, I know him.
- You talk to him lately? - Yeah.
I saw him, uh, what, last week.
- We had a business discussion. - Oh.
About the top ten reasons why you should
take over his company?
Oh, you're a real comedian, you know, you should be
on TV. I don't have to tell you guys nothing.
Why don't we do this at the station?
Mr. Tarrafino,
Baboff's throat was cut last night.
That's why we're asking.
Very sorry to hear that. He was a good man.
- Very respectful. Man 1: Mr. Tarrafino--
Uh, I'm reminded I have an appointment in Queens.
That's not how it works.
We tell you when this interview is over, alright?
Hey, what are you doing?
Now, if there's anything else, fellas, call my attorney.
His number's on the card.
You're a very nervous guy.
[instrumental music]
Tarrafino: Come on. - Thanks for your time.
Policemen. They are the same the world over.
- Should I be worried? - No, not to worry.
No one can trace anything to you.
My Basenjis are like ghost in the night.
They leave no trail.
I still don't like using kids.
These "kids", as you put it, have seen horrors
that you can't even imagine.
They k*ll without conscience.
Your next assignment.
Make it like the first one, wet.
I checked the hospitals, a few g*nsh*t wounds,
but nothing for us. Is this the Baboff surveillance tape?
Yup, we could be here all day looking at this stuff.
[telephone ringing]
Wait, wait, wait. What's that? Back that up.
Torres: Right there. - It looks like a cargo van.
Moreno: And what does that say? - "Tin Flow."
Tin Flow?
[dramatic music]
[door shuts]
It's a lot better than chasing Hutus through the bush.
- Isn't it, boys? - Yes.
[sighs]
Tu fais tres bien.
Client is very pleased, and so am I.
Henry, something seems to trouble you.
Do you want to tell me?
At home...
we k*lled Hutus because they were our enemy!
Yes.
But we're in America now,
not Rwanda.
There's plenty of k*lling
to be done right here, boy.
That's why I brought you.
What else do you know how to do?
We can go to school!
It's as you said, boy.
This is America. You are illegals.
There is no school for you here.
There is nothing, nothing but what I provide.
But these people are not our enemies!
Look, when I found you,
you were starving to death.
I took you in. I made you soldiers.
I taught you to survive.
If it weren't for me, you would be dead now, yes?
Yes?
Yes, captain.
Yes.
A soldier...
who disobeys
is like a filthy dog that bites its master.
What does one do with such a dog?
[intense music]
Huh?
Destroy it.
Yes.
And all the rest of the rotten, filthy bunch as well.
Be careful, boy.
I'm warning you.
You're treading on very, very thin palm leaf.
♪ Wu-tang Clan's in the area
♪ Big up yourself black man my brothers ♪
♪ Hell is the plan for the other ♪
♪ Discover discover discover come on come on ♪
♪ New lands for you man and your family ♪
♪ Reminisce on back in...
Dolly, where the hell is the manifest
for the ICB shipment? Oh...
♪ And black-skinned original Don set the trend ♪
♪ Let's be men if not for us then for the babies ♪
♪ The little ones revolution has now begun ♪
♪ Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly ♪
♪ There is no escape from King Selassie I ♪
♪ Now ow
Who the hell are you? Little black Rambo?
♪ For nine-five the nine-nickel ♪
[g*nshots]
♪ Method Man Capleton ♪ Capleton
♪ Representing Dynamic Duo on the track ♪♪
[siren wailing]
- What have we got? - Four b*ll*ts to the heart.
Tight cluster, it's probably an automatic.
I don't get why they cut their throats.
Jesus! When do people need a reason?
- Who knows? Hot damn. - Yeah, well...
Yo, yo, looks like we're dealing with professionals.
They picked up their shell casings.
Vic got off three shots. Found two of them in the wall.
Then we got lucky and the k*ller got hit.
- I'm gonna check the hospitals. - Also...
Found a petty cash box with 200 bucks
and nothing else worth stealing unless you like toxic waste.
Then why the g*n? What was he protecting?
How about himself, from Tarrafino?
Yeah, but slashed throats,
as*ault r*fles, not Mob style.
I don't care whose style it is.
Let's put a tap on Tarrafino's phone now.
Still have no probable cause.
- I'm gonna go talk to the wife. - JC and I'll handle that.
Look, Eddie, I can do my job, alright?
Yeah. Cool. Whatever.
[instrumental music]
Bless me, father, for I have sinned.
It's been a week since my last confession.
In that time I have k*lled two men.
Please forgive me for what I've done.
Gus Farina got two phone calls from Ray Tarrafino last month.
- There it is. Common thread. - What?
Well, it's still not enough for a tap.
Oh, yeah, well, not yet.
Listen, Eddie, can I talk to you about something?
Yeah, sure. What's up?
Well, this lawyer called me.
Apparently, when Luis died, he left a little money in the bank.
- How little? - Thirty-six thousand dollars.
No joda! So why is, why are they calling you?
Well, Luis' parents are dead, and they can't find his brother.
It looks like I'm entitled to the money.
Uh, and the problem is what?
Problem is, I was never his wife.
I mean, you know, not really.
Is it fair to take his money?
Look, if they say that you're entitled to it, take it.
But you wouldn't feel weird?
Luis is gone, right?
Besides, maybe you can think of something good
you could do with the money.
Like, uh, take me shopping.
Jimmy: Take the money.
Moreno: It just doesn't feel
right somehow.
Oh, Nina, in the eyes of the church, you were married.
So you're a widow and therefore you're entitled to the money.
- So you should take it. - Well...
What? It's not just the money, is it?
No. Look, Eddie's your brother, I know.
But can I talk to you confidentially?
Think of me as a priest.
[chuckles] Okay.
I, um, I care about Eddie,
but seeing Luis again, I...
Oh, some feelings came up?
- Yeah. - And you...
You feel guilty, like you betrayed Ed?
It was something like that.
Well, are your feelings for Eddie genuine?
[instrumental music]
Yeah.
Well, what happened with Luis, it doesn't matter here.
Now he's gone.
Your job is to get on with your life.
[music continues]
You don't know what you are doing! You don't know...
You don't know.
[gasps]
I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?
[chuckles] You better quit
before you hurt yourself.
- Perhaps you are right. - Let's go.
What kind of accent is that?
I'm from Rwanda, Africa.
Oh, I know where it is. I watch the news once in a while.
My name is Henry.
- I'm Mia. - Ah, pretty name.
It means a butterfly in my language.
- Ha-ha. You're lying. - No--
Yo, what you talking about, black?
Tulane, we was just talking.
- He's from Africa. - Oh, is that right?
Yeah, well, this here is my woman, Mr. Kunta Kinte.
My name is Henry.
[indistinct chatter]
Word of advice, Hendry, you dis a man around these parts,
you best come strapped, if you know what I'm saying.
You ever use a g*n, Hendry?
I once used a machete
to chop off the hands and feet of a Hutu militiaman
who r*ped and k*lled my mother.
Jimmy: Hey, hey! Problem here, Tulane?
Oh, no problem, father, I'm, uh, just getting used
to my African friends right here.
He was just explaining your customs, father.
Oh, good.
- Hey. - Fellas.
Later, later, father.
[chuckles] Hey, these are my friends.
Henry, Patrice and Ahmed.
- Hello. - They're from Rwanda.
Well, how do you like New York?
Very much. People are very nice here.
[laughs] Hey, what happened to your arm?
Oh, I hurt it.
Detective Moreno's a policewoman, you know?
So if you need help, I mean, she can help you.
[van honking]
- We have to go. Time to go. - Alright.
We-- we have to go. Goodbye, father.
- Nice to meet you. - Alright, Henry.
[instrumental music]
[telephone ringing]
Ray Tarrafino's file.
- Thank you. - Oh. What are those?
Those are stills from the Baboff surveillance tapes. Tsk.
I think I got to get out of here 'cause my back is k*lling me.
Pobrecito. Maybe you should go lie down.
[scoffs] That sounds like a good idea.
On my, uh, new burgundy sheets.
Burgundy? Hm, my favorite color.
Did I happen to mention that they were also satin?
Do you two ever quit?
- Satin, hm? - Papi, don't get jealous.
- Wait a minute. - I'm sorry. Stand up--
Wait a minute, "tin flow." I know what that is.
- Satin Flowers. - Well, how do you know that?
Moreno: Because I've seen this van.
[dramatic music]
The captain wants us to k*ll again.
Jimmy: Refuse. - I owe him my life.
Jimmy: You owe him nothing. Your life is a gift from God.
If I disobey, he will k*ll all three of us.
If you continue to k*ll innocent people,
how can I give you absolution?
Henry: I have no choice. - Neither do I.
The attack is to take place
at Bigelow Trucking tonight. You warn them.
Jimmy: You have to tell me outside the confessional.
Come to my office, ask for guidance.
No, I don't want you to go to the police.
- Then I can't help you. - Please, father, do something.
Torres: Look, Jimmy, we need to find the Rwandan boys.
Jimmy: Why?
This afternoon at the church
I saw them get into a van.
And that same van was placed at the scene of a homicide.
Do you know where they live?
Que esta pasando, huh? Come on.
Mire, nada, Eduardo, por favor.
Look, if, if you know something, you need to tell us.
No, I don't.
Moreno: We're investigating a multiple--
I, I-- I realize that.
Did they, did they confess to you?
Ed, I can't talk about that.
Alright, uh, then, what can you tell us?
Are they gonna do it again?
Come on, nod, blink or something!
Ed, this is not a game.
I know that, but you, you got to help us, Jimmy.
Come on, don't you think that I want to?
- I-- I-- I can't. - Why, if it'll save lives?
Because confession is a sacrament!
It's a foundation of the church.
Jimmy, there must be some exception.
[instrumental music]
There's a story.
A man poisons the sacramental wine and he confesses to it.
Now, now, if the priest serves this wine at mass,
he murders the entire congregation.
If he pours it out, he acts
on knowledge that he gained in confession,
thus commits sacrilege.
So what does he do?
Well, in the story,
he takes the sacrament first...
and he drinks the wine himself.
Come on.
Williams: Yo, yo. Moreno: Hey.
Williams: So how long has it been?
Moreno: Over an hour.
Are you sure he's coming out?
Look, he's coming.
How can you be so sure?
Because I know him.
He'd drink the wine.
Well, there he is.
Let's go.
[instrumental music]
Henry, you don't have a lot of time.
Jimmy: Henry! Ahmed: Put on this.
Jimmy: Henry! - Ahmed, Henry!
Ahmed, someone is coming.
Jimmy: Henry!
[intense music]
You shouldn't have come here, father!
I came here to stop you.
- k*ll him! - No!
- He knows who we are! - Police!
Don't move! Drop your weapons!
[g*nshots]
Let us go, or the priest dies!
Nina! JC!
Don't sh**t. No one's gonna sh**t.
Henry: Let's go.
[music continues]
Henry: Let him go!
Call for backup. I'm after them.
Are you alright?
You followed me?
Come on, Jimmy. You knew that I would.
Moreno: Fourth Squad, shots fired. Bigelow Trucking.
One perp down, g*nsh*t wound to the chest.
- He's dead. - God have mercy on us.
[instrumental music]
You allowed a priest to lead you
to armed, trained K*llers
and then you get him involved in a sh**t-out. Is that correct?
You, I thought, had more sense!
The expl*si*n would have taken out the whole building, lieut.
More people would have died if we hadn't stopped them.
Oh, I see. So you're regular heroes, aren't you?
You know, any more heroic, you'd be off my squad.
- Did you talk to the owner? - James Bigelow.
He got a buy-out offer last month.
Oh, let me guess, Ray Tarrafino.
Nope. A John Descanso who works for Ray Tarrafino.
Alright, look, you find me a link between Tarrafino
and these k*ller kids, or whatever they are, now!
Moreno, come with me.
You know who can provide us with a link, don't you?
Leave Jimmy out of this, alright?
What do you suppose Tarrafino's gonna do
once he finds that your brother has
incriminating information on him?
And how is Tarrafino gonna find out, huh?
I don't know. Maybe he'll eavesdrop on a confessional.
[instrumental music]
Mazili: Who leaked the information?
How did the police find out?
Was it you?
- You? - Huh!
[groans]
Huh? Strike me? Strike me?
- No! - Strike me? You strike me?
- No... - Uh...
[g*n c*ck]
Uh-huh?
You would k*ll me? Huh?
Go ahead.
Squeeze the trigger...
if you can.
Go on. Squeeze it!
Squeeze it like I taught you.
No more!
Where will you go, huh? Who will protect you?
I should have let the blowflies
consume your rotten carcass long ago!
You can't survive without me! I'll find you!
Go bring him back.
Or k*ll him!
[dramatic music]
Reech and Bernstein collared the guy in his apartment.
The dumb b*stard was so messed up, he tried to flush his g*n.
Why, are you sure it's the guy?
Yeah, Ballistics matched his g*n
to the one that k*lled Luis.
Here. They found these papers in the trash.
These are our divorce papers.
Don't worry, Nina, he's gonna spend a lot of time
up in Attica. They're bringing him in now.
There he is.
[indistinct chatter]
You had his money. Why did you k*ll him?
- Wait, wait. - Answer me!
Why did you have to k*ll him?
I asked you a question! Answer me, damn it!
You had his money! Why did you have to k*ll him?
- He's a m*rder*r! - That-- that's enough.
That's enough. He doesn't even know where he is.
- Come here, come here! - Ah!
Get this scum out of here!
Luis dies alone on a cold sidewalk and that scum lives?
[scoffs]
I don't get it, lieutenant.
[sobbing] Do you?
No.
[instrumental music]
[sobbing]
[siren wailing]
Mia: Did you have a girlfriend back home?
Henry: A girlfriend? No.
Is that one your boyfriend?
What, Tulane? He thinks so.
Oh, he was ready to fight for you.
Yeah, well, no thanks.
There's enough black k*lling black.
There is so much wealth here. Yet you still k*ll each other.
Why?
Well, why do you?
Well, once villages fought over land,
w-- water, cattle.
Now we fight to fight.
Yeah, well, we got villages, too.
Only, we call them projects.
You know, someone should just put their g*n down and say,
"I'm not gonna do it no more."
It does the antelope no good to rule against eating meat...
unless the lion agrees.
Which one are you? The antelope or the lion?
Hey, it's cold.
♪ Me and my family moved in our apartment complex ♪
♪ A gate with the serial code was put up next ♪
♪ They claim that this community is so drug-free ♪
♪ But it don't look that way to me ♪
♪ 'Cause I can see the young bloods ♪
♪ Hanging out at the store
♪ 24-7 drinking lookin' for a hit of the blo ♪
♪ It's powerful oh you know what else they trying to do ♪
♪ Make a curfew especially for me and you ♪
♪ The traces of the new world order ♪
♪ Time is getting shorter
♪ If we don't get prepared people ♪
♪ It's gonna be a slaughter
♪ My mind won't allow me
♪ To not be curious
♪ My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious ♪
♪ But every now and then I wonder if the gate was put up ♪
♪ To keep crime out or to keep our a*s in ♪
♪ Who's that peeking in my window? ♪
♪ Pow nobody now ♪ Nobody
♪ Who's that peeking in my window? ♪
♪ Pow nobody now ♪ Nobody
♪ Listen up little n*gga I'm talking to you Pow ♪
♪ Who's that peeking in my window? ♪
♪ Pow nobody now ♪ Nobody
♪ Who's that peeking in my window? Pow ♪
You murderous animal!
♪ Who's that peeking in my window? ♪
♪ Pow nobody now ♪ Nobody
♪ Who's that peeking in my window? Pow ♪♪
Mia: You murderous animal!
[echoing] Animal, animal...
It's cold. He sent me to find you.
It doesn't matter.
He wants you back!
You have to come back.
Do you want to die?
[wind howling]
We were like family.
Our families died. Remember?
Captain ordered us to burn their huts and sh**t them.
I don't remember.
[instrumental music]
What will you do?
The priest, he'll help me.
He'll help you, too. Come with me--
No!
My place is with captain.
[instrumental music]
[inhales sharply]
[indistinct chatter]
- Yo! - What are you doing, man?
I told you never to do that.
You almost caused me a heart attack!
- Well-- What happened? - Damn!
- You talk to Jimmy, or what? - No.
Not yet, man. I thought, thought I'd watch for a while.
Maybe-- maybe see if one of the kids show up.
Well, there he is.
- Williams, hold up. - Let's go.
Henry: Bless me, father, for I have sinned.
It's been two days since my last confession.
[intense music]
What are you doing?
[mumbles]
Ed, what are you listening to?
The kid, if you would just shut up for a second.
You bugged the confessional, Ed?
Yeah, to stop the killings and nail Tarrafino!
What, are you out of your mind? We can't use this!
Damn right we can't, and if anybody
finds out, I can go to prison, alright?
Prison? My man, you're about to go to hell!
- Look-- - Bugging the confessional!
Look, I wasn't listening to anybody, alright?
I was waiting for the kid. Now give me back the earphones.
Ed, I want this man as much as you do, but this is not the way.
Look, you said it yourself.
What'll Tarrafino do when he finds out
the boy's been talking to Jimmy?
[sighs] I don't know you, man.
Will God forgive me what I've done, father?
If you're truly repentant and you feel remorse
and you intend to lead a new life, then God will forgive you.
What must I do?
First, you must never go back to that man.
What man? Come on, come on, come on, what man?
He will k*ll me if I don't k*ll him.
No! No more k*lling!
If you k*ll Captain Mazili, he wins!
Mazili.
Will you help me, father?
Jimmy: Stay here. I'll give you sanctuary.
[instrumental music]
Moreno: JC! Eddie...
The DMV pulled up a Rene Mazili.
He has a cargo van registered to him. That's the address.
Well, we can't arrest the kid. No probable cause.
It's ill*gal anyway.
Well, I'll watch the church. You guys go get Mazili.
[groans]
I lost him.
Why do you lie to me?
[intense music]
- Where is he? - Where is he?
Touch him again, I'll k*ll you.
Your dogs turned renegade, Mazili.
Tell me. Where is he?
He went to the priest.
Good.
Good.
You know what you did, don't you?
[intense music]
I disobeyed.
And like a dog who bites his master,
you know the penalty, don't you?
[music continues]
[g*n c*ck]
[g*nsh*t]
Kid was shot in the back of the head with a .45.
He wasn't much older than G.
He was old enough to try to k*ll you.
Right, now you give a kid a r*fle, take him
from his family, tell him to k*ll, he'll do it.
Rwandans wanna k*ll each other, that's one thing.
- But why use kids? - Rwandans?
Try Cambodians, Bosnians. There is Mazilis all over this world.
Alright, alright, find this warlord,
or whatever the hell he's calling himself,
and either put him away or send him back
to where he came from.
Damn.
Tarrafino: I'm not saying anything without my lawyer.
- Sit down. - I wonder...
If Mazili is talking to his lawyer...
- Who? - Rene Mazili.
The mercenary you hired to k*ll Baboff and Farina.
Other mobsters hire hitmen from Chicago and Miami,
but not you, Ray. You gotta go all the way to Africa, right?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Cooperate with us and we'll work with the DA
about getting you a reduced sentence.
- For what? - Uh...
Two counts of conspiracy
to commit m*rder, for starters.
- Y-- you're out of your mind. - Here's what's gonna happen.
Ray, we're gonna catch up to Mazili, and when we do,
we're gonna give him the same offer we just gave you.
And you know what? He's gonna take it.
You know why?
Five years up in Attica is better than
going back to Africa as a w*r criminal.
He who rolls first gets the plea.
[dramatic music]
Tarrafino: Even if you caught this guy, what's his name,
and he testifies against me, it's uncorroborated.
- You guys got nothin'. - Yeah, well...
We do know you tried to buy out Baboff and Farina.
And Jim Bigelow's real pissed that you
tried to blow up his building.
[cell phone ringing]
Yup, yup. You sure?
Look, I know a man when I see one.
Hey, wait. Promise me you'll wait.
Okay.
- Come on, let's go. - Hey!
- What about me? - Deal's off.
[intense music]
Jimmy: Lord, I am not worthy to receive you,
but only say the word, and I shall be healed.
May the body of Christ bring me everlasting life.
[music continues]
May the blood of Christ bring me everlasting life.
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
- The body of Christ. - Amen.
Jimmy: The body of Christ. Man 2: Amen.
[door opens]
Jimmy: The body of Christ.
[music continues]
The body of Christ.
Jimmy: The body of Christ. Man 3: Amen.
The body of Christ.
Jimmy: The body of Christ. Woman 1: Amen.
- The body of Christ. - Amen.
[music continues]
You're coming with me now, eh, boy?
Stop! Stop!
Stand back, priest! This doesn't concern you.
You would desecrate the house of God?
You can't imagine some of the things I've desecrated.
- Come on, boy. - Police! Drop the g*n.
No, no. No, my dear.
You drop your g*n or this boy is a dead boy.
- I'll count to three. - Good.
And I'll count with you.
- One. - One.
- Two. - Two.
What's going on here?
Oh, father.
We're counting how many angels you can fit
on the head of a pin.
Why don't you come and join us, eh?
Your immortal soul is in grave danger, my son.
- And I will pray for you. - Don't bother.
My soul already belongs to the devil.
But your a*s is mine.
Drop it!
You were a good soldier, boy.
I'll see you in hell.
- No! - Jimmy, no!
- See you, boy. - Ah!
Jimmy: Ah... Henry!
Father!
[g*nshots]
[groaning]
[groans]
- Ah... - No, no.
- Uh... - Hey. Hey.
- Sorry, father. - Call an ambulance!
- You better let me die. - No, no, no.
- Please. - No, no.
Fourth Squad, Saint Timothy's Church.
Send an ambulance ASAP.
One perp down. One DOA.
[instrumental music]
[Jimmy sobbing]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
[speaking in foreign language]
- Buy a girl a drink? - Girl...
You the one supposed to be buying the drinks,
you rich heiress. Mm-hmm.
- I heard. - Uh, this man bothering you?
- Hey, what's happening, man? - Hi, JC.
How you, how you, how you holding up?
Yeah, you know, hanging in there.
- Yeah, I can see that. - Nina Moreno.
- This is Mr. Luther, um... - Hi. It's nice to meet you.
- What's your last name? - Oh, shut up.
It's really nice to meet you. I'm like your..
- I'm a big fan. - Oh, thank you very much.
Thank you so much, but you know
this guy is no good for you, right?
Nah, we just, no, we work together, that's all.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, love the one you're with.
Mm-hmm. Listen, well, I'mma check y'all out later.
- I have to get to work. - Okay. Do your thing.
- Do your thing. Ru-rude. - Alright.
[chuckling]
My, I never saw you so nervous.
Oh, shut up.
So, Eddie tell you about the money?
Yeah, you know, good news travels fast.
Did he also tell you what I plan to do with it?
Nope.
So you think they'll send Henry back?
After he serves his time, you know?
Let's hope the w*r is over by then.
Oh, probably just drop him off there like thousands of others.
Well, I hear that they got this, uh, Red Cross center
over in Mozambique to treat kids like that.
Just hope they do some good.
[sighs]
Let's hope.
Come on. He's gonna show up.
He just had to do a few things, alright?
Look, I wasn't even looking for him--
Uh, you weren't looking for him.
I know you was looking for him.
But the truth is, between you and me,
I think that you're the best thing that ever happened to him.
♪ Oh oh oh
- Yeah, I know. - Mm-hmm.
[both laughing]
[instrumental music]
♪ A chair is still a chair
♪ Even when there's no one sitting there ♪
♪ But a chair
♪ Is not a house
♪ And a house is not a home
♪ When there's no one there
♪ To hold you tight
♪ And no one there
♪ You can kiss
♪ Goodnight
♪ Oh oh-oh-oh
♪ Oh-oh oh-oh-oh
♪ Well
♪ A room is still a room
♪ Even when there's nothing there ♪
♪ But gloom
♪ But a room
♪ Is not a house
♪ And a house is not a home
♪ When the two of us are far apart ♪
♪ And one of us has
♪ A broken heart
♪ Now and then
♪ I call your name
♪ And suddenly your face
♪ Appears
♪ But it's just a crazy game
♪ When it ends
♪ It ends in
♪ Tears ♪
Jimmy.
You, uh, you wanna get something to eat?
Well, we could go to Natalie's, you know?
I mean, Nina's gonna be there. Hey, hey, di...
Did I tell you, you know what she's gonna use that money for?
She's gonna set up a trust fund for her kid.
[sighs] Oh, come on, Jimmy, man, I'm trying to apologize to you.
About what?
You know, I mean, bugging the confessional.
- I know I was wrong. - Yeah.
[groaning]
I thought you gave me absolution.
Look, in there I'm an instrument of God,
but out here I'm a human being. Look.
I don't know anything about your absolution!
And I swear to God, if you ever betray me like that again,
I'll kick your a*s, you understand me?
Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
[instrumental music]
Look, you're my brother.
Yeah, I know.
Damn.
Come on, let's get something to eat.
- Yeah. - Nina.
- Huh? - Yeah. So?
You know she's the best thing that ever happened
to you, right?
Torres: Yeah, I know that.
♪ Well
♪ A room is still a room
♪ Even when there's nothing there ♪
♪ But gloom
♪ But a room is not a house
♪ And a house is not a home
♪ When the two of us are far apart ♪
♪ And one of us
♪ Has a broken heart ♪
[wolf howling]
[instrumental music]
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02x17 - Toy Soldiers
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Detective J.C. Williams and Detective Eddie Torres, two undercover detectives in New York City's Fourth Precinct who were assigned to investigate various crimes and g*ng-related cases.
Detective J.C. Williams and Detective Eddie Torres, two undercover detectives in New York City's Fourth Precinct who were assigned to investigate various crimes and g*ng-related cases.