Brooklyn's Finest Page #2

with the responsibility to protect

those who cannot protect themselves.

This is where

we accomplish that, gentlemen.

Hey, Eddie, what are you doing here?

The bars close early?

I heard you let

another cuffed perp escape.

What's that, about six now?

Is he f***ing laughing at you?

- Laughing? Are you laughing at me?

- I'll just slap your f***ing mouth.

- Whoa whoa!

- I just wanna talk to him.

- No, just... don't...

- Are you laughing at me, man?

Forget about him. Come on.

Forget about him. Come on.

F***ing burn out, man.

Nobody want you here, man.

Let's go.

Hey, you got my f***ing "Playboy"?

- That's my "Playboy."

- That's mine.

- You boys starting trouble?

- No, Captain. No, sir.

Dugan.

See me in my office.

Five minutes.

I forget to fill something out?

Everything went fine.

Retirement's gone through.

Great.

How are you doing, Eddie?

You know.

The wife?

You know.

Here's the deal.

Our commissioner,

he believes in this new program

that puts rookie cops

in the highest crime areas.

So they want

seasoned hairbags like you

breaking these recruits in.

Since you're the oldest here...

Hey, look,

if it's all the same to you,

I've got seven days.

I'm no one's teacher.

I'm not a role model.

God knows you're not, Eddie,

but your name came up

in the computer, pal.

This thing's been kicked up

by two months

and all eyes are on it.

Just do the best you can, okay?

Come on, Dugan.

Don't you want to do something useful

with your last two minutes on the job?

Not really.

What the f***, Clarence?

I've been nursing this seat for 15 minutes.

Don't call me Clarence.

You order for me yet?

Yeah, pancakes, eggs and bacon.

- I told you...

- I know. I remembered turkey bacon.

I know that you don't eat the swine.

All right.

The drugs are in play.

All the principles are accounted for.

I haven't made contact

with the connect yet.

Again with Jersey, huh?

F*** those racist crackers, man.

You know how they do, Bill.

Black man, black car,

profiling sh*t.

What am I supposed to do?

Just cave into them?

I played that sh*t perfectly.

In all fairness there was

20 bricks of raw in the trunk.

Yeah?

Well, they didn't know that.

It's called tact.

You know what tact is, right?

I don't wanna play games

with you, Bill, all right?

Now you need to push harder

about me making grade.

- Talk to the chief.

- I know.

It's not like you haven't earned it.

You've earned it.

But it's just, I've told you,

these things, they take...

Time.

You keep saying that sh*t,

but you know that

I've put in more than e-f***ing-nough.

What's happening?

What's going on? Why is this

all of a sudden so urgent, huh?

When that trooper

pulled us over last night...

...he gets me out of the car

and he's doing

his whole Gestapo bit, right?

My man and thems

in the car are ready.

Shotgun, he's on high alert.

Kid in the back, he's locked,

cocked and ready to rock.

- I ain't going back to jail.

- No, man, hold it. Hold it.

- No no no.

- I'm dying to bust my guns, man.

You know I can't stand

these motherfuckers.

This guy has no f***ing idea

what's about to go down.

You know what I'm thinking?

"F*** it."

"Let it be."

And then we get back to the Ps,

and I see the young brother

laid out on the concrete

and I find out how...

Next time you're on my road,

knock the speeding off.

I don't give a damn who you are.

...I start thinking, "We should've just

deaded them motherfuckers on the road.

It'd have been two to one,

but so what?

I'm good with those odds.

F*** it."

You see what I'm saying?

I'm f***ed up in the game, man.

You've got to get me out of here.

I'm gonna keep greasing the wheel

for you, see what we can do, okay?

Desk, suit, tie.

It's just something I need, okay?

I need that sh*t like water.

Can you look at something for me?

The kid you saw killed in the projects...

it gets worse.

He was an honor student,

a grad student.

The cop who shot him

was trying to rob him.

So of course when

the major newspapers get ahold of this,

the sh*t's really gonna hit the fan,

if you know what I mean.

Please tell me they caught

the son of a b*tch.

Yeah, we caught him,

but the bosses are gonna wanna find

some kind of thing

that's gonna clean this up pronto.

So there's gonna be

some kind of play that goes down.

Some kind of play is gonna happen.

I don't know what it's gonna be,

but I need to know... I need to know

you're my boy out there.

- Oh, I'm your boy, huh?

- You know that's not what I meant.

You get in touch with Allisa?

I... she sent these.

They're divorce papers.

You know, I've got some lawyers'

names in there for you, a list of them.

I've got the department taking care

of everything for you, okay?

I want my life back, Bill.

I can see that,

and I'm working on it.

Please. Work harder.

The captain says you're retiring.

What did you say your name was?

Melvin Panton...

Lance Corporal, US Marines.

Marines.

Well, Lance Corporal Melvin Panton...

seven days from today

is 22 years for me.

Pension doesn't get

any better after that.

Seven days from today?

That's... that's my birthday.

You've been a cop

longer than I've been alive.

Ain't that something?

I can see you're married... the ring.

Separated.

You know, I've always wanted

to be on the force my whole life.

Yeah, it's true.

I had plastic handcuffs

when I was three.

Yeah, every Halloween

I always dressed as a cop.

I bet you find that

pretty corny, right?

But hey, I'm here now.

- Wait here.

- You know what? F*** you.

Don't touch or do anything.

You got it?

Stop it with the fingers

to the f***ing face, all right?

Oh, yeah? What are

you gonna do? What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna cut 'em right off.

Stop it with the f***ing fingers.

- Every f***ing...

- You'd better back down.

- Every f***ing time you do that.

- You'd better f***ing back down.

Get out of my face.

Get out of my face.

- Ah!

- All right, how about that?

- You're always talking to these guys.

- I ain't doing nothing.

- Yeah, you are.

- No, I'm not doing... I was shopping!

You know what? You're f***ing pissing...

don't you f***ing start with me.

- Get your finger out of my face.

- Don't start with me!

- All right? Get your finger...

- Hey! Hey hey hey hey, enough!

- Take a step back.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- I'm gonna ask you one more time...

- Who the f*** are you?

- All right, that's it. You're under arrest.

- That's good. That's okay.

Walk... walk... walk away. Walk away.

Walk away. What did I tell you?

- I said don't do anything, just sit there.

- He just hit her, man.

Hey, this is 64th Precinct.

We are what?

What are we?

- 65.

- 65th, right.

Was it Halloween that day

at the academy?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

You do not make

an arrest out of zone.

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

- Eddie. Eddie, it is...

- We'll talk about it in the car.

- You...

- Get in the car.

Uh-huh.

Happy days are here again.

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