Brooklyn's Finest Page #6

Now that's it!

- You racist prick!

- What the f*** is wrong with you, man?

What the f***, Sal?

F*** you, I'm a f***ing racist.

I would take a bullet for you, Sal.

Not in front of my kids.

I listen to your sh*t all day long.

Come on, George, get off of me.

What the f***, Sal?

Take it outside.

Take it outside.

- You're dead, man.

- Just take him upstairs.

Take him upstairs for five minutes.

Just give us five minutes.

That's all I need is

someone f***ing with my game.

What's going on?

Ronny, I'm in trouble.

Okay.

Angie's expecting twins.

Twins?

You lucky bastard.

Congratulations. That's a problem?

Ronny, I ain't got room for twins.

Sure you do.

You've got room here.

Ronny, if I don't get a new house

or get some more bread,

I got to tell one of these kids

that they got to move in with my sister.

How am I gonna do that?

How am I gonna tell one of 'em

that you're the one

that's got to go?

I can't do that.

You don't have to do

that right away, all right?

I mean, how big are twins?

They're like this size.

Keep 'em in a drawer

for the first year.

Don't worry about it.

You know what I'd give for one?

You're a lucky guy.

- You know something? You're right.

- This ain't a problem.

Mrs. Vincent, it's Sal.

I have the money

for the down payment.

You've got the whole thing?

No, actually I don't

have all the money.

Is there a problem?

No no, there's not a problem.

The situation is just complicated,

that's all, Mrs. Vincent.

No, I know the deadline is Tuesday.

There's no problem about the deadline.

I'm gonna have it well

before the deadline.

That's not a problem.

All right? Hand to God.

Oh f***.

No, you don't got to keep thanking

me about the violations thing.

- It's not a problem.

- I appreciate it.

Well, I appreciate you keeping

the house off the market for me.

- Otherwise I couldn't afford it.

- How can you?

How can I afford it?

Um...

You know what, Mrs. Vincent?

You hear that train?

I got another train coming by in

a second so why don't I just do this...

I'm gonna call you back

when I have all the money

and then we can figure out

a time to meet.

- Okay, God bless you.

- Okay, God bless you too, okay?

Shot him down! Shot him down!

NYPD shot him down.

F*** the police.

Back up, please. Back up.

- NYPD shot him down.

- We ain't scared of you no more.

Officer Dugan.

Some guy,

I think he's the captain,

he said that the guy I was with

yesterday is going with your guy

and I'm with you.

I don't know why

they keep switching us.

Stay behind the barricade.

Get inside.

No, the other side.

Back up, people. Back up.

- Eddie Quinlan.

- Windows up.

Listen, kid, I'm not sure

what you did yesterday

or how you did it, but today we're gonna

do things a little different, all right?

Yeah.

Central Aviation 1, be advised.

Verify arson explosion.

Respond with Central.

Copy that. All medical units respond.

Central Aviation 1, be

advised I'm in the vicinity of BK housing.

We have an RMP on fire.

Part of a 904. Part of a 904.

Can you get

an eye on that second building?

Come on, cop.

I was an eyewitness.

So I could get...

I could get posted here?

This is 1-Central. This is 1-Central.

Any units in the vicinity

of 742 Rockaway Avenue,

a reported 10-10 in progress.

The owner...

I'm allergic to fire

and this gun is a lot lighter

than a mailbag.

You sure got everything figured out.

How could I not, right?

Just live long enough to get

a retirement good enough

to have a nice pension

and what else is there?

What are you gonna do between

now and that pension?

I'm gonna do the job.

And what's the job?

The job.

Yeah, right.

It's not what you expect.

It's never going to be.

It couldn't be.

Just keep your eyes open

and keep walking.

Whoa, you all right?

- I'm cool.

- Okay.

But I have won my appeal.

Oh, they can do that sh*t?

Appeal the appeal, huh?

Whatever.

What's up?

These motherfuckers is rabid, man.

They're thirsty.

They want to eat up all the food, man.

What you mean?

F***ing lawyer's telling me

they're talking about charging me

with some sh*t from 10 years ago.

That's just gonna get thrown out.

Don't worry about that.

That sh*t ain't gonna stick.

F***ing freedom ain't free, boy.

I'm telling you.

I'm putting these motherf***er's

grandchildren through college.

Hey hey hey.

Uniform got popped in

Bed-Stuy, didn't make it.

New guy, Melvin Panton.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

It's a f***ing shame,

a young guy like that.

Probably just starting a family.

Yeah yeah, probably.

Probably did.

Hey, Sal.

It's Angela.

- Tell her I'll call her back.

- She says it's important.

All right.

Get up.

- Oh, thanks.

- Any news?

No, nothing. Nothing.

Angie's as tough as they come.

She'll pull through.

She'll be back to calling you

an a**hole in next to no time.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Oh sh*t.

Yeah, hi.

How are you?

Yeah, I'm aware that

the deadline is tomorrow.

I'm well aware of that.

But the good news is it's all settled.

Uh-huh, all good. Yup.

No, I... well, I can't really

talk right now.

But if you call me in the AM

I'll do it first thing.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Okay.

You too. Bye bye.

Everything okay?

Mr. Rosario.

Yeah, hey. So the asthma?

Well, your wife has significant traces

of wood mold in her lungs.

- Wood mold.

- When you have wood inside your house

- the particles travel in the air...

- I know all about the mold.

Well, if your wife's case,

because of her asthma

her lungs are working three times

as hard as they should,

which is jeopardizing her and the twins.

One of the babies is significantly

smaller than the other.

- But they're okay though?

- For now.

Mr. Rosario, have you

considered moving?

Yeah, I have.

- F*** you, man. F*** you.

- Whoa whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa!

He accused me

of stealing f***ing candy.

Stop. Whoa! Whoa!

Hey hey! Stop!

Calm down, everybody.

Just...

You hear me now?

Huh?

We got this sh*t working like clockwork.

You want to go and f*** up our money?

Get your little b*tch ass up, man.

- Don't kill me.

- What'd you tell them niggas, huh?

- Don't kill me, man.

- I can send your ass.

Uh-huh, I hope your ass

can fly, nigga.

Do your little ass dirty.

Go go go.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Get the f*** down.

Stay the f*** down

and keep your mouth shut.

What are you doing?

Get the f*** off me.

Get that sh*t in the bag.

Get it in the bag. Hurry up.

Here they come.

Come on.

Freeze!

Go, move move move!

Let's go.

F***.

See, I need you to think about it.

Think about it real good

and hard, man,

before you f*** with my money.

Look at me.

Look at me, motherf***er.

Look at me.

I'm not playing with you, nigga.

I will burn you

in your motherfucking eye.

What did you say

to the f***ing police?

- You first, what happened?

- He put candy in his pocket...

Yo, man, why you

asking him first, man?

- Just relax.

- This is bullshit.

- What happened?

- He came in and put candy in his pocket.

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