Brooklyn's Finest Page #5

Smith. Sit down, chief.

Smith comes in on all our big cases.

You've done some

very impressive work.

Got me promoted.

I thank you.

And my realtor really thanks you.

You want to tell me what I'm doing here?

You know,

when Washington got wind

of this dirty cop

shooting that grad student,

we had to step in.

A thing like that,

it messes people up.

They forget what side they're on.

They forget who the real enemy is.

Every now and then we've got

to come in and remind 'em.

Casanova Phillips.

Judge gave this scumbag

a get out of jail free card.

We want you to take that card away,

but we need evidence.

You put him on a deal

with our UCs and push it through.

Provide a location narco can hit.

Raid supplies the evidence

and I get myself a high profile arrest.

Yeah, well...

I respectfully decline your offer.

What the f*** is this?

You f***ing kidding me?

How's Allisa your wife?

Oh, I'm sorry, that's soon

to be ex-wife, right?

Get out. Get out.

It's all right. Thank you.

Just give us a minute, please.

I heard she's remodeling your house.

On a cop's salary, huh?

You know, a whole lot of cash

has passed through your hands

over the last two years.

I ain't stole so much as a nickel

since I've been on the job.

You ain't got sh*t.

Oh, you do not want me to put

a microscope up your ass,

'cause if I do, I will keep looking

until I find something.

- Or you plant something?

- Watch that.

Now you listen to me.

You think you're a tough guy

'cause you did undercover

at Clinton Correctional?

You even survived a little incident.

If you know so much about me,

then maybe you should

stop f***ing with me.

If you got a case, bring it.

But until that time, step off, dude.

Hey! Hey!

Wait.

Was this sh*t

supposed to be serious?

You expect me to stand there and listen?

Get the f*** out of here.

Don't let her get to you.

Don't let her get to you, okay?

She's about to become the head

of the New York division too.

- Can you believe that?

- What'd you get out of this, Bill?

- What'd I get out of it?

- Yeah, you got an upgrade?

You gonna be sergeant?

Captain? What?

Take it easy.

I'm on your side.

Now I understand you got

a history with this Phillips.

He saved my f***ing life, man.

Hey, know why I'm here?

You do this,

you've got detective first grade.

It's real this time. Huh?

Approved yesterday.

Office of your choice.

Shift of your choice.

All you got to do is just get

through this one lousy thing.

You know, it's always

one more thing with you, Bill.

Hey, don't throw this away.

Hey, Tango.

Don't throw this away.

This is your life.

All right, let's up the ante.

Five buck ante.

Let's do it.

Let's play like men.

- Put your five bucks in.

- I already anted.

So you guys hear

the latest

on Bobby Powers?

I'm gonna slap you.

Come on.

Word is he was in on this

insurance scam with the mob.

He is so f***ed.

Wait a minute.

If his old lady moves out on him

because of this, I call first dibs.

Come on, no wives,

no girlfriends, man.

So one of these wiseguys gets pinched

for some drug thing in Jersey

and to save his own ass he rats

on Bobby for guess what?

- Robbing dealers in Brooklyn.

- Prick.

I'll never get that. If you're gonna do

something wrong there's a risk.

If you can't handle the risk,

you shouldn't do it in the first place.

Yeah, one bad cop

makes us all look bad.

Ronny, are you retarded?

I'm talking about the mob guy

who ratted him out.

Boy Scouts of America over here.

Girl Scout. Yo, throw me

a couple cookies, huh?

Come on, Ronny. These wiseguys,

they break the law to become wiseguys.

And then soon as sh*t goes bad

they break their bullshit mafia codes

to get witness protection under the same

laws they were breaking in the first place.

Wait wait wait wait.

I wasn't talking about the f***ing mafia.

I was talking about us.

Cops.

I don't know about you, Pat,

but I think we're too good

to take drug money, right?

I say get off your high horse.

There's no civilians in the room.

- You gonna call?

- I'm in, baby.

- Okay.

- Read 'em and weep.

- You too, Brutus?

- Read 'em and weep.

Cheddar coming, kid.

That's it, baby.

Give me that money, kid.

I love the smell.

Would you do it? Tell 'em.

Sal, come on.

We all know where that money goes.

Better still, we know

where it doesn't go.

It's not going to rehab clinics.

That money is not going to junkies

to help with their families.

It sure as sh*t is not going to us,

'cause I haven't had a raise

in four years, all right?

They got millions

of dollars sitting in an office

waiting to get shoveled

to the city's excess fund,

and you know what that is.

It's city big shots decorating

their offices with mahogany desks

and Persian rugs, right?

All with drug money.

We risk life and limb

taking and giving money

to scumbags who don't deserve it.

So far be it for me to wag my finger

at somebody

who's looking out for himself.

You guys want to take

the soapbox away here?

You brought a tear

to my eye right there.

Hey, f*** you guys.

Don't act like you don't know

what I'm talking about.

I'm on your side.

The city's got no respect for cops.

I mean, what's the starting pay?

$20,000.

All right, 20 f***ing grand.

Come on.

Who's gonna raise a family on that?

All right, that's it.

That's the worst part of it.

All right, the $100,000 they pay your family

if you get killed in the line of duty.

Fat lot of good that does anybody.

You're worth more to them

dead than alive, man

100K.

You know what?

Shoot me in the f***ing face.

My girl needs a new car.

Hey, don't you touch that gun.

Again, the point that you've got to be

a fatality to provide for your kids...

- Daddy.

- Sh*t, I told you don't come down here.

Sh*t.

Nobody touch the cards or the...

sh*t, I told you

not to come down here, all right?

Nobody touch the money.

Nobody touch the cards.

What are you doing down here?

What, Vinny? Vinny, what?

Daddy, Vinny keeps coming in my room.

We're trying to get dressed.

What is that skirt?

What are you doing?

Um, what is this smoke?

- All right, see what I told you?

- Touch.

All right, don't worry about the smoke.

Don't tell your mother.

Here, you and Myeisha take this.

Go out and have

a good time, all right?

I love you.

Give me a kiss.

- Bye, Myeisha.

- Good bye.

- Bye, have fun.

- Change that skirt.

People will start to think

we're Catholic only on Sundays.

Yo yo, Sally Sal, I didn't realize

you were living in Harlem.

Watch your mouth.

Don't f*** around, Patrick.

We don't talk like that in this house.

Not in front of my kid.

I dig it over here

on Malcolm X Boulevard.

- Oh no, you didn't.

- Yes, I did, my nigga.

- See you later, Dad.

- Hey, Pat.

You want me to come over there

and kick your ass?

- Is that what you want?

- Ooh.

- You know my wife is black.

- Of course I know your wife is black.

My shorty is black. Don't we go

shopping for cocoa butter together?

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