Fort Apache the Bronx Page #7

That f***in' banana.

Who does he think he's playing with,

some chickenshit rookie?

I been on the job too long.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, they may get me for coopin'

or scorin' a little nooky on the side...

or maybe even

shakin' down a bodega.

I never said I was

the smartest guy in the world...

but when he comes up with

this phony witness sh*t...

They got witnesses, Einstein.

Deaf and dumb ones, right?

Real live ones.

The kind that put you away.

Hey, Murph!

Murphy, come here!

What are you talkin' about?

They got the little chick that

was hiding behind the junk pile.

What chick?

Yeah, they got me

and Corelli too.

A-number-one police work.

Poor kid wasn't bothering nobody,

you throw him off the roof!

You shut the f*** up!

You f***in' creep, I wish I

was man enough to turn you in!

You motherf***er,

I'm gonna turn you in!

- Shut your mouth!

- Are you gonna write me up?

You bring me out

on something like this?

I gotta keep two cops

from killin' each other, huh?

"Write you up," you piece of sh*t.

You're lucky I don't shoot you.

Now, get out of here.

Go run your car into a tree.

Get your f***in' hands off me!

Get the f*** off!

Get him home.

You call in sick tomorrow.

I don't need nobody

to take me home.

Nobody!

Go on, break it up!

Shut up!

All right, man.

We'll take care of the window tab.

All right,

let's get the hell out of here!

Breakfast time.

How'd you get into this?

Clendennon called me.

I figured you'd be up here.

- Here.

- You like being a den mother?

I'm your friend, right?

So I look out for you.

I'm glad he called me.

I'm givin' Morgan and Finley away.

You gonna back me up?

Why not?

They killed that kid for no reason.

- They're no good anyway.

- I know that.

So?

So I can't be a stool pigeon.

The kid's dead. We can't help him.

We'll just make trouble for ourselves.

So we just let those two guys

get away with murder, huh?

Another Puerto Rican is dead.

Why worry about it?

- I didn't say that.

- It's the neighborhood, it's the world.

It's this, it's that.

People get sh*t on so much,

a little more don't make no difference.

- I didn't say that either.

- We're cops. We gotta stick together.

We gotta cover each other.

Meanwhile, boy, if that kid

had been Irish or Italian...

He wouldn't be living up here

in the first place.

He'd be in Ireland gettin' blown away,

or in Italy gettin' murdered by his own.

You read the papers.

We're not gonna change the world

by givin' two cops away.

That's just talk, Andy,

and you know it.

We both know what's right.

We ain't got the guts to do it.

Guts? What are you talkin', guts?

You mean brains, don't ya?

Sh*t, I'll go through fire with you,

and you know I will.

But I gotta live with these guys.

You turn a cop in,

and you're finished.

Might as well quit the force

and move out of the city.

Even if you get a transfer,

your rep follows you around.

It just ain't worth it.

Especially when you won't be

doing anybody any good.

I ain't a stool pigeon, Murph.

I'm sorry.

- Is that what I'd be?

- These guys have families.

- Is that what I'd be to you?

- You want me to say it?

You turn two cops in,

and you're a rat, yeah.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Get something to eat, take a shower,

you'll feel better.

You don't wanna spend your day off

in the Bronx, huh?

Come on!

That's right. Just pass me up like I

was some drunken bum on the street.

Better move that car

before you get a ticket.

They'll never take me alive.

What happened to you?

Tried to score

with an orangutan.

That's about your speed.

- You still hungry?

- Mm-mmm.

- You cold?

- Oh, yeah.

This your lunch hour?

I'm off today.

Don't you have anything better

to do with your time off?

Not really.

I'm kind of a lonely guy,

you know?

- Poor baby.

- It's not that bad.

I didn't even know I was lonely

till I met you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'd go out drinkin', chippyin'...

sit at home, watch a ball game

with a six-pack.

Sounds like a nice life.

It was okay.

Then all of a sudden I'd just get lonely

and start thinking about you.

Maybe I'm taking this

too serious.

I need a nice, hot bath.

Bubble bath.

I save it for when the kids

come to visit.

And they all wear pants

In the southern part of France

There, you look like

a Hollywood starlet.

Want to take my picture?

I'll take your picture.

You look like a little kid

when you do that.

Where you goin'?

Home, man.

Can't stay here forever.

Sure, you can.

Then it wouldn't be as much fun.

Speak for yourself.

Go back to sleep.

You're sweet.

- What's the matter with you?

- Nothing.

I just have to get back home.

I know you like me.

I have to leave.

- Do you have to get high?

- What are you talking about?

I saw those track marks

on the back of your legs.

When you sleep with a cop,

you got no secrets.

Yeah, man, I wanna get high.

I wanna get down right away.

Can you dig, baby?

You cops are weird, you know.

Like you see everything,

but you don't know anything.

Do you wanna get high?

Look, you think I'm a junkie?

You think I'm strung out?

You see, that's what I mean.

You could stay in this neighborhood

forever and you'd never understand.

I get high once in a while...

just like everyone else

in the hospital, even the doctors.

- Like everyone else in the country.

- That's right.

Everybody else in the country

don't stick needles in their veins.

Smack's like a vacation for me.

You know?

A few hours floating on a raft

in the Caribbean.

I don't take a vacation every day.

I don't need one.

In other words,

I'm not a junkie, okay?

If you want it so bad,

let me get it for you.

- You?

- Yeah.

We keep it down at the precinct

to give to stoolies.

There's tons of it.

Let me carry you for a while

till you grow out of it.

I would think you'd give me a lecture

about cleaning up my act or something.

See, you could be around cops forever,

you'd never understand them.

Yeah, well,

I know what that kiss means.

I'm gonna drive you home.

How 'bout we get out

of the Bronx some night?

- Sounds good.

- Go downtown, see a show.

- Sure.

- Little change of scenery.

It stays in your head

no matter where you go, though.

You know,

sometimes I'll be someplace...

and I'll turn real fast...

and I'll think I see blood

all over the walls like in emergency.

Or I'll see an old man

sitting in a park...

and, like, for a second, his mouth

just kind of flops open and he's dead.

People pass you,

and they're laughing...

only you think they're screaming.

Yeah, some things you can't

get out of your mind.

You know that kid?

You know that kid

that was killed the other day?

Thrown off a roof.

You're not gonna tell me

you did it, are you?

That's a relief,

'cause we figured it was cops.

You did, huh? Just like that?

Yeah, people were throwing garbage

down on them.

This kid wasn't doin' anything.

My partner and I

were on the next roof.

Two guys from our precinct...

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