McCanick Page #3

Dirty as f***.

All you cops are the same.

Dirty. Like an a**hole.

Son of a b*tch.

What's that?

For you.

Thanks, baby.

Mack.

What the f*** are you doing here?!

I told you to watch out.

I've been trying to call you.

Get the f*** down there.

I've been trying to call you.

What the f*** is going on, man?

What the f*** are you doing?

I just checked Gubb.

He is a she, by the way.

And she is in the back of the car.

Well, what the f*** is she doing

in the f***in' back of the car?!

What about my f***in' suit?

Do you know Simon Weeks?

Right.

Do you know anything about

a murdered congressman?

F***! Right.

So, Mack, what the f***

are we doin' here, man?

Oh, sh*t! Cops!

Philadelphia police department!

Drop your weapon!

F***! Get out!

Look out!

Sh*t.

Come on.

Mack?

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Floyd?

Oh, f***, Floyd.

What?

What the f*** did I do?

Call an ambulance. Call an ambulance.

Call a f***ing ambulance!

Floyd, I'm here.

Okay, buddy. I'm here, all right?

pal, I'm here.

just stay here with me.

just f***in' hang on. Okay?

just hang on.

F***.

Where's the f***ing ambulance?!

Where's the f***ing ambulance?!

Detective McCanick,

I'm sergeant Ainsley, the 5th.

You okay?

Quinn's five minutes out.

Your partner's en route to

Roxborough memorial.

Everything we can for him.

He's pretty bad.

But that guy you shot?

Jonathan Papas. A piece of sh*t.

You did us all a favor today.

Well... you know I gotta ask.

See who shot your partner?

Anything you can give me, detective?

Simon... Weeks.

I'm sorry. One more time?

Weeks.

Simon Weeks.

All right.

Like I said, we're gonna take care of this.

You just sit tight.

Dispatch, it's Ainsley.

I'd like you to run a name for me.

Yes, this is, uh,

this is detective Eugene McCanick.

I'm calling about the status of

another officer.

Floyd Intrator.

You just cost me 50 bucks.

You ever think about getting a real job?

I got a job.

A-And I make really good money

when a**hole cops don't f*** it up.

My mistake. Yeah.

Yeah.

We found your boy.

Raven's name is Peter Curtner.

He's from Queens, New York.

Is he okay? I don't know.

He disappeared the same day

that Langley was shot.

Look, nobody out here seems to know

anything about Raven

or Langley besides you.

I need you to think.

If there is anything, anything at all,

anything you didn't tell us,

anything that you forgot.

Friends? That Raven might have mentioned?

Places that he wanted to go?

Anything.

When's the last time you ate?

I eat. Not some crap.

Real food.

Get in the back. I'll buy you breakfast.

Go on. Get in the back.

Come on.

All units advised to be on the lookout

for detective Eugene McCanick,

last seen wearing a long-sleeved,

blue pullover shirt and blue jeans.

Detective McCanick is...

Louis!

Hey.

Hey.

Why you runnin', Louis?

'Cause you're chasin' me, man.

just want to talk, Louis.

Louis.

Weeks... you said that he was clean.

He is!

Are you scared of him? Is that it?

No, man.

He's... He's... He's good people!

He is a f***ing... scumbag... hustler.

No, He's... He's helping kids out now, man!

They, like, look up to him and sh*t.

Get the f***...!

He's a f***in' killer.

He's a f***in' killer!

No. No.

What the f*** is he doing back here?

He's helping kids

get off the street now, man.

Helping 'em? How's he f***in' helping them?

I don't know!

It's... he f***in' set it up

with his old school!

School? What school?

Go tell it on the Mountain?

Over the hills and everywhere

go tell it on the Mountain

take it easy.

Doesn't your mother feed you?

I don't have a mother.

Your father, then.

I'm by myself.

Where do you live?

I get by.

Did you ever know your parents?

Nope.

Well, who took care of you?

Alice. She...

Whoever Alice was...

Bet she's worried about you.

So... Langley.

You said that you saw him a few times.

Was that the same time

that Raven was seein' him, or...

I'm not gay, you know.

Uh... I don't care.

I just do this 'cause it's easy.

I don't like it or anything.

Okay, okay.

So, you got a family?

Yeah, a wife.

Any kids?

I have a son.

Yeah, I thought so.

Bet you're a good dad.

Nice! Need a break?

All right. Get outta here.

Take five, get a cookie,

get some juice...

No pushing, no pushing, no pushing.

Hey.

Come on, come on, come on. Let's go!

Sounded pretty good.

Thanks.

you're Alice?

Yes.

I'm detective McCanick.

I remember you.

The trial.

That's right.

I'm lookin' for Simon.

I understand that he's

running a program out of your place.

helpin' children, or somethin'.

you're mistaken.

I don't know where Simon is.

you're aware he's been paroled?

I wasn't.

Obviously, you knew.

Or you would have said,

"I haven't seen him.

He is still in prison."

I heard he was released.

So you know where he's staying?

What do you want with him?

He paid his debt. Isn't that enough?

He killed a cop today.

What?

He killed...

Ah, I heard you.

Simon was brought to us at six.

His mother had been institutionalized.

When he was 15,

I caught Simon dealing pot to

some of the other boys.

He ran away.

Rumors started.

He was livin' on the streets, selling himself.

I even went out lookin' for him once.

Then they called to say

that he'd been arrested.

That he had shot a man in a hotel.

I know Simon.

He's done bad things.

But he is not a killer.

You don't him as well as you think.

The guy that he shot?

He was a John.

He was a creep.

Well, maybe...

Maybe he roughed up Simon.

Maybe he said the wrong thing.

If there was a boy in that situation

like you're talking about,

that kind of boy...

They could lose control.

He killed Joe Langley.

He killed a cop today.

I don't believe it. He killed...

A cop.

He killed my partner.

"Each day out here,

"I feel better. Like I'm exactly

where I'm supposed to be."

"I think my birthday

"may finally be

a happy day..."

"JoJo.

"Feel like I'm exactly

where I'm supposed to..."

"Lord, let me accept

the things that..."

"A cheesecake.

I had cheesecake for breakfast."

Aah!

No, I am not, I am not

gonna hit our son, all right?

I'm not gonna hit him.

That's just paranoid bullshit.

Because I'm angry. That's why.

You think I don't see what he's doin'?

Huh? He doesn't wanna be a cop.

He's just doin' it to piss me off.

And you think I'm gonna let him

throw his life away with that bullshit.

you're out of your f***in' mind... will you

stop f***in' yellin' at me?

just stop yellin'.

You... hello? Hello?

God.

Oh, you motherf***er.

hey, hey, hey, what the f***?

Stay in the car. hey, what the f***, man?

Let me go! you're supposed to

get in the car.

Let me go. What the f***, dude? Come on.

just get in the car. Let me go!

F***! hey!

Like f***ing little boys, huh?!

You like f***ing little boys!

Suck on that, you f***er!

Suck on that, you f***ing

sick son of a b*tch!

F***er!

What do you want?

I just wanna talk.

Hold on.

Okay.

Go to 18th and morse.

It's all bombed out.

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