Caught in the Crossfire Page #4

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Your point, detective?

My point is that you and I

don't have to let this happen again.

He was my partner, Shepherd!

So if you're not up for the task,

you better think about calling it a night.

- You need to cool off, Briggs.

- You need to cowboy up.

(Car door closes)

We got action.

You ready?

- Easy.

- (Keys fumbling)

Here he comes.

(Gun cocking)

- Drop the gun, Tino!

- F***, man.

- Drop the gun!

- Police officers, Tino.

What the f*** you doin'

in my house?

You know what? You're right.

Let's take a walk.

That's not cool.

That's not cool, man.

That's not cool, man.

What the f***...

What the f***

is all this about?

- This ain't how it's supposed to be played.

- Your hand dealer's dead, Tino.

- What?

- Detective Jacobs was found...

shot and killed at the park

down on 6th street.

Whoa... whoa... whoa.

I don't know nothing about this sh*t.

Listen here, you motherf***er.

You got 10 seconds...

to tell me what you know,

or we're gonna take you out that door...

and parade you around gangland in

the most obvious unmarked police car...

this city's ever seen.

I'm talking lights, sirens,

the whole shebang,

so everybody...

Every f***ing gangbanger in this city

knows where you get your cash!

Hold on, hold on.

I can help you, man.

We're listening, Tino.

I can help you.

Just give me a few days, man.

I'll get word from the street,

circle around a little bit.

You're not listening

to me, Tino.

A suspect is out there

that shot and killed a cop,

And you're the only one that

knows why he was in the park.

Now your 10 seconds

is almost up.

I don't know.

Wrong answer.

Let's go!

- He was looking for a dirty cop.

- What'd you say?

He was looking for

a dirty cop, man.

Jacobs told me not to

talk to nobody.

And since I don't know neither

of you, I ain't sayin' sh*t.

All right.

- I've got a better idea.

- Let's go!

- (Siren wails)

- What do we have here, detective?

(Honking)

(Men chattering)

These guys, Tino?

Really? You sure?

- Them? That's them right there?

- F*** y'all, man.

- This is bullshit, man.

- Fellas!

Guys, recognize Tino?

Come around!

Take a look!

Say hi, Tino.

He wants to say hi.

Come on,

give 'em a smile, man.

Yeah, that's him.

This is bullshit, man.

Get me the f*** outta here.

Looks like your cover's

blown, Tino.

Now you're thinkin', Tino.

Now you're thinkin'.

This is f***ed up, man.

- Man, what the fu...

- [Briggs]:
Let's go.

- What the f*** is...

- Let's go.

- Briggs, take him.

- Come on, man.

- Get over there.

- [Shepherd]:
Take it easy, man.

- Take it easy on him.

- What the f***'s the matter with him?

Let's have it.

Jacobs told me not to talk

to nobody from local P.D., man.

He said the sheriff

and the feds only, man.

Why would he say that?

He didn't know who he could

trust within the department.

You guys got some dirty

sh*t goin' down, man.

He didn't know how

high up it went.

What the hell was he doin'

at 6th street?

There was this kid he heard

about from his partner...

this young fighter

golden gloves, man.

Real tough...

Sharp with his hands.

Yeah, what about this kid?

What makes him important?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

This kid's a Stone-cold brawler, man.

So a group of these cops,

they go to a couple of his fights, man.

They pick him up on a couple

bullshit assault charges.

The flip him, man.

They make him an offer.

This kid knows people

from both gangs, man.

Nobody was gonna f*** with him.

And they figured he was money.

- They could get on, they could ride him.

- Skip to the point, Tino.

So get this, man. These cops,

they know every drug house in town.

They know where

the money's stashed.

They know where the product's

coming in and going out.

The problem is they

don't have any evidence...

to present to the judge

to get warrants.

and when they do get

the warrants,

it's too late...

The sh*t is gone.

So they decide to take matters

into their own hands.

They hire this young fighter

as an enforcer.

Picture this, man: Young fighter

running down division,

hooking and jiving.

He ducks behind a house,

pulls down his mask,

pistol on his hip,

kicks in this door,

beats the sh*t out of everybody.

Get the f*** down on the floor!

Get the f*** on the floor!

[Tino]:

it's motherfuckin' brutal, man.

I know it sound like some bullshit,

but it's real, man.

- A few minutes later...

- Where's the f***in' sh*t?

got the sh*t, man.

Couple seconds after that,

he back out on

the streets sprintin', man.

The drugs, the money...

you name it, man.

And up the block, cop car...

Side window down.

He runs, tosses it

into the back. Bam!

Right back on division,

hooking and jivin', man...

Going for a little

morning cardio,

running right down on Riverside.

It was seamless, man.

You know nobody gonna report

that kind of money missing.

You seriously expect us

to believe this bullshit?

It's the truth, man. This kid

took down 20 or 30 scores.

If everything you're

telling us is the truth,

why would they

want him killed?

The boys got greedy, man.

Sh*t was going smooth.

They wanted more.

They gave him more work than Michael

could handle by himself.

He had to get

his own crew.

(Whispering)

Come on, come on.

What were their names?

Cruz, Hicks and Thompson.

Do those names sound

familiar to you, lieutenant?

Three weeks ago, we fish

andre Cruz out of the water.

He's weighted down;

bullet hole to the forehead.

Probably been there

for days.

Takes us a week

to get a positive I.D.

Right? Chalk it up.

He's our first.

Second body... Carl Hicks.

Lowlife from the west side,

found shot to death

along the riverside.

Ballistics on both... 9mms.

Now I bet you that when we pull

the slugs from Jacobs tonight,

that we have a match with

these other two crime scenes.

And that's a series.

Okay? One, two and three.

What about the fourth man?

Jack junior Thompson.

He was shot to death tonight by the

same cops that killed Michael Pips.

So there's a four-Man crew

running around out there.

But you still haven't

told us why they got burned.

You're not listening, man.

This guy's a boxer.

He was just using the money

to supplement his income.

About three months ago,

he had a fight club international...

These big-Time managers

in the crowd watching.

He promises them a show. This kid

starts getting all this attention.

He got money falling

out of his pockets, man.

It's like he hit the lotto. So he stops

taking the work from the cops.

Problem is

his crew gets hungry.

And they start

taking side work,

all that's unauthorized

by the man.

They call him in. They tell him

if he don't take care of his crew,

they all goin' down.

This is bullshit, man.

Y'all eatin'.

- (Gun cocking)

- What's going on?

They're gonna kill him

and his crew?

Nuh-Huh. They gonna leak it

to the street...

that it was him and his crew

that took all their scores.

Man, everybody be gunnin'

for his sh*t.

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