Blood Ties Page #5

Yeah, but now you can put that one in

your room and watch it in your bed.

Yeah.

Well, it's very special.

Thanks, buddy.

That must've, uh...

Well, thanks!

Oh, that ring is...

- Oh, God.

- Yeah. Yeah.

He had a good day at

the racetrack, so...

Yeah, are you cutting

the ham, or not?

She really wants her ham!

It looks like we could feed

the entire Israeli army here!

Evening, ma'am.

Do you think we could have a

word with Frank for a moment?

Frank. Frank!

Can you come here a minute?

- Frank, I mean you know, really...

- All right, all right.

It's not cool.

I'm sorry, Frank,

but we got to bring your

brother in for questioning.

We came to pick him up.

What... What'd he do?

Uh, someone hit a

garage last night.

The one your brother worked.

$5,000 was taken.

And those f***ers killed the dog.

No, he was with me last night.

He must have gave them

the information, I...

I'm sorry, Frank.

Listen, hey guys, you know,

it's Christmas Eve.

Let me bring him in tomorrow.

You don't think we don't know

it's Christmas Eve right now?

You don't think we'd rather

be with our kids right now?

Talk to Connellan.

And get out of the way.

And you don't get involved. Otherwise

we'll haul your ass in, too.

And we've gotta search

your place later.

Are you kidding me?

I look like I'm kidding, Frank?

- You want to frisk me too?

- Frank.

I'm only gonna tell you once.

Get out of my way. Now.

Please.

My apologies, folks, really.

We, uh, need to talk to you.

What'd I do?

Yeah, we'll talk about

it at the precinct.

Well, I'll tell you

what you talk about,

talk about getting the f***

out of my house. Get out!

- Pop, leave it. Don't worry about it.

- It's Christmas, you lowlife prick, get out!

Pop!

Baby, baby.

Don't worry.

- I gotta get my jacket.

- Frankie.

No, he needs to go

talk to 'em, Pop.

What are you lookin' at, a**hole?

Get the f*** out, get out!

Right, come on guys!

There's nothing I can do.

You can't go with them?

Nothin' I can do.

Nothing you can do.

Okay. I think that's bullshit.

Bullshit.

Hey, how you doing?

You good?

Jeez! What the f*** happened here?

You want a beer?

I want you to leave.

You kicking me out?

I'm kicking you out and the

sooner the f***ing better.

How about right now?

- You just f***ing used me.

- Oh, f*** you!

And while your pals were

cleaning out the safe,

you got your stupid cop little brother

to vouch for you, right? Huh?

I'm too f***ing stupid for words.

You can f***ing say that again.

This whole thing makes

me f***ing sick. Right?

- Why would you ever change?

- Oh, shut the f*** up!

I don't need a lesson from a cop who's

f***ing the wife of the guy he put in jail!

Say that to me again?

Get out!

I don't want to...

I don't want to...

I don't want to ever

to see you again.

Well,

you might see me on Friday.

These photos were taken two

weeks ago at Lou Rotella's place.

This is Matthew Bachman,

a safecracker.

He did time with your brother.

We're pretty certain

he was at the garage.

One of the mechanics

noticed his tattoo.

It's a jail gang's marker.

It's exactly the same

as your brother's.

Then why the f*** did

you release him?

The mechanic got scared.

We found his co-worker last night.

Someone left a bullet in his

head as a Christmas present.

I'm gonna be very honest with you.

I'm not thrilled he's

living at your place.

Hey, look at me. I'd

never cover for him.

Not ever.

I know, Frank.

You're a fine officer.

But this looks bad, Frank.

It's too gray for us.

Either your brother moves out

or I'm gonna ask for your shield.

It's your call.

Son of a b*tch.

It's the only solution.

And I'd rather

that you hear it from us than

read about it in the paper,

or hear about it out in the hall.

You going along with this?

We made the decision together.

I'm sorry.

Best to you in the New Year.

Sorry.

Lieutenant, I got some news.

There's word about a van, parked

at a Warde's truck drop-off point

at a bank in Flatbush,

since about a week.

I've got a dry cleaner across the

street pointing surveillance.

Seems to me that they're prepping

for a score. Maybe a big one.

Alright, let everybody know.

We'll meet up in 10 minutes.

Right.

Frank, I want you in on this one.

Don't go resign on me, all right?

Have I ever let you down?

What makes you so sure

it's gonna happen today?

I just feel it.

You feel it?

We're here 'cause you feel it?

I know it all right.

How's that, you a**hole?

Okay, well, we'll see, I mean...

The truck's gonna be

here in a minute.

Nothing's moved for hours.

We'll see.

You understand this is my

car and not yours, right?

- Yeah.

- All right.

That's ours there.

There it is, that's

our truck, right?

Yeah.

Okay, everybody stand by.

Truck's pulling on the set.

If this is going down, it'll

be on the exit so be ready.

But do not move, I repeat, do

not move until my command.

I'm gonna say that again, whatever

happens, nobody moves until my cue.

That's it. There's

nothin' happening.

All units head back to the station.

F***.

Well, that's that.

Nothin' happened.

Hold on.

It's my f***ing brother.

- We gotta follow the car.

- You sure?

Lieutenant? We need to follow

the truck. Something's coming.

Frank, we wasted enough

f***ing time, here.

If they were gonna hit it, they woulda

done it while they were loading.

I wanna see you back in

my office in half an hour.

- Follow the car.

- Frank, you hear what they were...

- Follow the f***ing car!

- All right, all right.

If you're wrong

you're in deep sh*t!

F***ing red light.

- Don't f***ing move!

- Don't move.

Don't f***ing move!

Don't move.

Car 157 to Central,

emergency message.

We got a 10-30 in progress on 33rd

Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenue.

Suspects are armed

and posing as cops.

- What the f*** is that?

- F***!

Move.

Holy sh*t!

Frank, what the f***, Frank!

Hey, what is this, you

just called for backup?

Frank, they're gonna

be here in a minute.

There's a lot of them!

Let's get it goin'!

What the f*** are you lookin' at?

Look the other way!

Hurry up!

Go!

Police! Drop your weapons,

put your hands in the air!

Let's go!

Go, go!

Don't f***ing run!

Freeze!

Move over!

Do it!

Don't move! Don't move!

Do not f***ing move!

Do not f***ing move,

put your hands...

Put the gun down.

Put the f***ing gun down!

Chris?

Put the gun down.

Mom, I'm going out!

All right.

The three perps that were

hit could not be identified.

So far, there's no

evidence of prints,

and ballistics is still pending.

We wanna know what you know.

Hey, we were all there.

Come on, Frank, you said,

"That's my brother."

I heard you say it.

Come on.

I had an instinct.

Obviously, I was wrong.

So, Frank,

is there anything you're

not telling us here?

Frank!

Frank.

You know how much I

respect you as a cop,

and as a man,

don't throw your life away for him.

This is not for me anymore.

And I don't know if it ever was.

Oh, man!

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