Direct Action Page #2

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Don't play me, Frank.

Not anymore.

You don't mind

if l check for

a wire, do ya?

l like to know

who l'm talking to here.

Christ, Frank, l thought

you were one of us.

Huh? You know,

it's not too

late to still do

the right thing here.

What we're looking for

is a little fairness, Frank.

You've been

on the Direct Action

Unit for three years now.

You know what

we're up against

with these gangs.

Look, l know some

bad things went down

but that's over now, okay?

The guys that are responsible

are off the Unit.

Okay? We're

handling it internally.

You go outside,

you spill your guts

to the Federal Grand Jury

and what do you do?

What do you accomplish?

You bring all this

ugliness down on us

on yourself,

for nothing.

Theft. Extortion. Murder.

You call that nothing?

Look, Frank,

if it wasn't for us

these streets

would be in chaos.

We're holding

this city together

like f***ing super glue.

You're not

looking at the big

picture here, Frank.

Now l'm prepared

to offer you Fred's job.

Okay? A promotion

to Lieutenant.

Or, we'll give

you a six figure

IRA account.

[sniggers]

Six figures, huh?

Just work with us, Frank.

Choose an option.

And if you don't,

well, that's a choice, too.

You got a chance to be

a winner here, Frank,

instead of a loser.

(Ross)

Captain.

Uh, it's Ross,

isn't it?

Yeah.

Have a good day.

You too.

Yeah, Lopresti here.

Yeah, l've got a problem.

There's been a leak.

Alright, Ross.

Let's go.

Allen 10, Allen 10,

code 9 on BoardwaIk

male holding female victim

proceed with extreme caution

suspect may be armed.

(Frank)

Alright. Allen 10

we'll respond. Over.

(Frank)

There we go.

(Ross)

Oh, man.

He's got a knife.

Hold on. l got this.

Stay here.

(Ross)

You ! You ! Hey!

Ugh !

[train]

(Thug)

Alright. Take it

easy. Hold it.

Oh, sh*t, man.

It was just an act.

l swear. l was joking.

Look. Ugh !

What are you talking about?

Look in

my pocket. Agh !

Alright. lt's for you.

lt's for you. Sh*t.

lt's for you.

[panting]

Who gave you this?

I don't know.

l swear, l swear,

I don't know.

l was just

hired to do this.

Just the friend of a guy

who wanted to, l don't know,

remain behind the scenes.

Come on !

Hey. Ugh.

Get outta here.

[truck horn]

Guy get away?

Yeah.

l'm taking you back, Ross.

Back where?

To the station.

What?

l'm dropping you off.

Change of plans.

lt's got nothing

to do with you.

Got something

to do with Stone?

lt's like l said, Ross.

lt's got nothing

to do with you.

Did l just

lose 50 bucks?

(Frank)

l always wanted

to be like him.

That's why

l joined the force.

(Grimes)

He was a hell of a cop.

Yeah, well,

He got

his hero's funeral

You know.

That's the way

things work.

Yeah.

Look, Frank,

you're my partner, man.

So whatever way

you come down on this

You know l'm

with you, right?

Yeah. l know.

But if you think they're

just gonna let you waltz

into that hearing

and sh*t all over them,

you're dreaming.

You're gonna

end up on the wrong

side of their guns.

Yeah.

Hello.

Yeah.

Okay.

Stone just

talked to Frank.

Let's see how

he wants to play. Okay?

lt's gonna

be okay?

Sure it's

gonna be okay.

lf he wants

it to be okay.

[releases hammer of gun]

(Carter)

Excuse me. What did you

say your name was again?

Officer Ross.

Ross. Where's Gannon?

Out with

Sgt. Grimes.

Did he leave

you stranded?

lt's a bad sign, Ross.

Hey.

Whatever happens.

l'm with you.

Thanks, Ed.

Gannon seems

like a nice guy,

but l don't think

he's passed any trainees.

Not that l can remember.

Lieutenant. Do you

remember any trainees

being passed by Gannon?

No.

Hey, excuse me.

Not now, Ross.

[sighs]

l should have bet 100.

[both chuckle]

Yeah. l know.

No. l--

l know.

l gotta call you back.

l'll call you back.

Hey.

Frank.

Good to see ya.

That was, uh,

that was quick.

So?

So l've decided

to be a winner.

[chuckles]

[sighs in relief]

Well, that's good, Frank.

What do you wanna do?

You wanna give me the

details of your account?

You want me to make that

call for your promotion?

What? Hey.

l'll tell you what.

Let's do both of them.

What the hell, huh?

Remember the oath

"To serve and protect

the people of our city"?

Yeah, sure, Why?

l'm gonna be

at that Courthouse.

At five.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

Frank, Frank. Now listen.

You don't wanna do that.

Who the hell do you think

is gonna believe you?

Oh, l know.

You're Mr. Clean.

but we've got enough

guys that are gonna

say things about you

that'll sink you

as deep in this sh*t

as everybody else.

l'm going in.

Is that how it's

gonna be, Frank?

That's how it's gonna be.

[crumples paper]

[slams drawer]

John, why don't you

have a look at this?

Fred.

l need

Ross reassigned.

Excuse me, sir.

We need a moment.

What's going on

here, Sergeant?

You think that this

is over my head?

Try me.

l'm starting to get

a little pissed off.

You don't want

a reassignment?

Fine.

Call in sick.

Call in sick?

Light.

Are we happy?

Yeah.

(Ross)

Excuse me, Sergeant,

but l do take it personally

when l've

been on the job,

what? Two hours maybe?

And you're just

gonna dump me?

lt's like l said, Ross.

lt's nothing personal.

[starts engine]

[beeps]

Ugh.

Take it off.

Oh, Frankie Boy.

What the hell is that?

Yeah?

Yeah. 5 :
00 o'clock.

Yeah. l'll be there.

Do it now. Do it.

[blast and brakes]

How you

doing, Frank?

Good.

He's doing good.

How are you doing?

l'm doing great.

Great.

So we heard

something else.

Yeah? What

did you hear?

(Bryant)

We heard you

spoke to some people.

Flat tire? What a b*tch,

Frank. Can l help?

Hey. Just keep your hands

where l can see them guys.

[chuckles]

Frank, come on.

We're all friends

here. Aren't we?

Sure we are.

(Bryant)

See? We just

wanna offer a little

roadside assistance.

Maybe have

a few words

for old time's sake.

You got something to say?

Say it to the Grand Jury.

Oh, Frankie,

Frankie, l can't

believe you just said that!

(Espinoza)

After all we've been through,

l expected something else

from you, l really did.

[brakes screech

and electric buzz]

Oh, sh*t!

(Bryant)

Son of a b*tch.

(Espinoza)

Get him up there.

Come on.

Sh*t.

lt's gone.

(Ross)

Hey! Dammit!

God! Pull it forward!

Police Officer. Just go!

Go! Go! Go!

Come on !

Where are we going?

Sh*t.

l got it.

(Policeman)

lt's the end of the line.

You need to tell us a few

things before we say goodbye.

Ugh.

[thud]

(Policeman)

Let's go.

Come on ! Go!

(male)

Get him over here.

(male)

Right here.

Ugh ! Agh !

Ugh !

Hey, come on !

l want you to tell us

what you gave the Feds.

A deposition. What?

Ugh ! God !

Agh !

Sh*t.

Okay.

[gunshot]

Let's go.

[gunshots]

Can you take

these cuffs off?

Sh*t. God damn it!

Where are the keys

to the damn cuffs?

Come on !

Cuffs are

just not my

foreplay, forte!

From here. Reload.

Cover me.

Go!

[brakes screech]

[horn]

(Frank)

Ross!

Get weapons and ammo.

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