Brooklyn's Finest Page #7

That's a damn lie.

I didn't take sh*t from you.

- You take candy.

- Hey, I said shut up.

It was candy?

Put the gun down.

Motherf***er, get on the ground.

Get on the ground.

Put that gun down.

Get the f*** off me! Get off me!

Drop it. Drop your gun.

Let's see your hands.

Let's see your f***ing hands.

Do not even think about it.

C-Rayz, get over here.

Give me some cuffs.

Put the f***ing guns down.

Don't you f***ing resist.

Up against the wall.

Let's just shoot this nigga, man.

He's bleeding all over my shirt.

Red.

- What's up?

- Man, this motherf***er ain't...

What, y'all switch your names now?

I thought your name was, uh,

K-Pebbles or something.

Your name's now Red?

No.

Oh.

Oh, you're Red.

Caz man, this is

the snitch n*gger right here.

This is the motherfucking reason why

police are running up on us and sh*t.

This motherf***er right here.

F***ing... the whips,

the stash, everything, man.

We've got to switch up

the whole operation.

You f***ing want to shoot a cop,

motherf***er?

Show me your

f***ing hands, a**hole.

Give me your f***ing hands.

Call me a pig?

I hope he's gonna pay

for the strap on my book bag.

- Hey, I don't want to say this again...

- F*** you, man!

F*** you! F*** you!

Look me in the eyes.

Do you want a friend?

I could be your friend.

Okay? We'll work this out.

Yeah, everything's fine.

We're gonna work this out.

I'm gonna go check his ID.

Just keep everybody calm.

Yeah, all right.

No no, you go check, I'm staying.

- Eddie, come on.

- I want you to go.

Eddie, don't embarrass me.

I've got it.

Hey, man, that's a good kid.

He ain't do nothing.

F*** you, pig.

Get the f*** out of here.

Come in, Central.

It's been three years

since we got raided.

About that.

But look, man, you let them

kill this little kid,

that ain't gonna do sh*t

but bring heat to the neighborhood.

You know that, B.

How come this dude is always

trying to avoid sh*t, man?

Answer me that.

Y'all don't catch that sh*t?

Come on, Caz. Every time it's time

to put some work in, Tango,

you're always trying to preach

some turn-the-other-cheek sh*t.

What up with that, bro?

Yo, Caz, this your man and all.

I don't give a f*** how many

guns I've seen him hold.

I ain't seen you bust

a motherfucking thing, bro.

For all we know,

you could be the b*tch ass...

Motherf***er!

Now you want

to see me bust, motherf***er?

You want me to make that sh*t official?

Say some sh*t.

I'll put a f***ing hole in you, b*tch.

- Say something.

- Kick back.

I want to kill you so bad right now.

I said kick the f*** back.

Please, man, I didn't take sh*t.

I got enough money right here

to buy you, your family and a Slurpee.

He threatened my family.

- He threatened my family.

- F*** your family, man.

- Wait a second here.

- You put candy in your bag.

Get off the bag.

Get off the bag right now!

F*** it, Caz.

What you want to do, man?

Pick this motherf***er up.

- Your legs work, stand up.

- No, man. No, man.

- Think this is a f***ing game?

- You think we're playing?

- You been talking, man?

- Yeah, he's been talking.

Answer the question, man.

Answer the question.

They were gonna shoot me.

They were gonna shoot me.

- No, man.

- Gonna ask you one more time.

You been talking?

You been talking?

No, man. No, man.

Get your grill fixed, man.

- What?

- You believe this sh*t?

- Come on, man.

- Red, you see this?

Go kiss your mama.

Snitch ass.

Can't believe

we ain't murdered this n*gger.

How many times I got to tell you?

Get out of here.

All right, I asked you to put it down.

Why you got to go and get the bag?

- I ain't do nothing, man.

- Give me your arms.

I tried to be nice to you, all right?

I gave you a chance.

- I gave you a chance.

- Oh f***.

Sal, what are you doing?

- Ah!

- What the f***?

- C-Rayz, make sure he's down.

- Yeah yeah, he's down.

I didn't even f***ing see that guy.

Is he down?

Holy f***.

No one's holding you responsible.

Why are you so adamant

on taking blame?

Because I knew I should have stayed.

You knew your fellow officer

would pull his gun

on a crowd of unarmed kids?

And then let off two shots

within inches of this kid's head?

I knew I should have stayed

and I didn't.

I just...

I let it go...

just let it go.

Ahem.

This student,

he had $400

and an ounce of marijuana

in his possession.

Is it possible that Officer Quinlan

was overzealous in apprehending

a known drug suspect?

And said drug suspect's fear

of a felony charge

led him to resist arrest.

Officer Quinlan

shouldn't have been there.

You've been

an officer long enough to know

that Quinlan was the casualty

of a bad shooting.

A casualty needed to preserve

the trust of the public.

We need this to be drug related.

We need a decorated officer's

testimony to back that up.

Now while your service record is not

commendable or extraordinary,

it will satisfy.

So would you please,

for the record,

recount the events

of that day in question?

F*** you.

He shouldn't have been there.

Could you inform Officer Dugan

that this board can bring him up

on departmental charges?

Let me remind you

he retires in a few days.

- Hey, kid.

- Quinlan.

- You'll do fine.

- Let's go.

- Sorry.

- You'll do fine.

Come on.

Hi, it's me again.

Today's the day

when everything goes down.

Please let me know. My son has to

go ahead with the sale of the house.

- Hey.

- Great thinking out there today.

Listen. Let me know if you want

to get out of this raid tonight.

- I'll make sure you get paid.

- Nah, that's... I'm good. I'm good.

Good one.

- Gentlemen, nice job there today.

- Captain.

You made me proud.

- Sal, you look like sh*t.

- Take some vitamins, G.

Here you are, man.

Thanks for watching my back, Sal.

I heard they're gonna pin

a medal on you, bro.

If I had given it

a second thought,

I wouldn't have lifted a finger for you.

I would've done

what I came there to do, all right?

So don't go patting me

on the back, all right?

I don't deserve it.

You know what

them f***ing Mexicans do?

The Mexicans... them motherfuckers

will wrap you up in plastic,

throw some taco sauce

and gasoline on the motherf***er

and burn your ass up.

The f***ing Dominicans...

they take pliers,

put 'em on your nuts,

squeeze your nuts like a walnut.

And then they throw f***ing

taco sauce and gasoline on the plastic

and burn your ass up.

The Columbians...

the Columbians?

And I'm just a connect.

What you think

they gonna do to me?

- Yeah, I know, man.

- I've gotta deal with this sh*t, man.

F***. And then

f***ing Red pulling his bullshit?

This nigga Red, man...

tired of playing the two-gun.

Motherf***er want to be

Kobe Bryant up in this b*tch.

What, you think I didn't see that?

So what you saying?

Hmm?

Since I've been eight down... what?

I don't know

what the f*** is going on?

I just hit the block

with my eyes wide shut, right?

Nah nah, Caz.

I know you know what it is.

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