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and take us in

if we don't comp his ass.

Then Oak showed up.

Where? Where?

On the other side of the tunnel.

Did he say anything?

No, man.

No, when we saw him,

Calvess seen him at the same time.

This motherf***er just flipped.

Talking about arresting us.

Started reaching for his gun.

So what'd you do?

I hit him, man.

Motherf***er!

'Cause he was reaching

for his gun, you hit him?

Man, I ain't trying

to get shot by nobody.

Especially no f***ing junkie

all of a sudden trying to be a cop.

So what then?

He fell.

Latroy hit him in his face once,

then I kicked him again

to keep him down.

And then we ran.

And then Oaks started shooting.

The lieutenant fired on you?

How many times?

Three, four times.

Lieutenant fired on you

three or four times,

you didn't get hit?

Yeah, right here.

Okay...

Tell me, f***ing quickly,

tell me what happened then.

Go.

When we was running,

we heard Oak yelling at Calvess.

What are you doing here?

What the f*** are you doing, Mike?!

That's when he did it.

He did what?

That's when he killed him, man.

What'd you say...

What did you just say to me?

F***ing Calvess was a junkie.

He blew his cover

and Oak killed him, man.

Give me a straight f***ing face

and say that to me. Huh?!

You-you think he ain't capable

of some sh*t like that?

Like he ain't got it in him, man?

He come there and see his

partner all strung out there.

That motherf***er just flipped out.

You guys think that this is my

first f***ing walk in the park?!

Huh?!

You cop to selling to an officer,

you cop to assaulting an officer,

but now you won't cop to f***ing

killing him. Why?

Because you want to f***ing spin

some f***ing bullshit

'cause you f***ing wasted him!

You f***ing wasted him!

It's over, man.

Yeah?

- What?

- It's over, man.

Oh, yeah. It is over.

It is f***ing over!

Because I gave you a f***ing shot

to set it straight, Darnell,

and you f***ing pissed it away!

Both of you pissed it away!

So all this sh*t that's coming down,

you brought all this sh*t on yourself!

You must be suspicious.

If you wasn't, then why the f***

you lock the door, huh?

The only thing you need

to know about me,

is that I'm going to bag the

motherfuckers that killed Mike.

Where we grow up, man, you kill a cop,

they will crown you

king motherfucking con.

You understand what I'm saying?

But there ain't nobody here

talking about killing no cop.

Oak come here, trying to f***ing

stick this sh*t to some niggas

because he know

that anytime you stick

some sh*t to some niggas,

it's gonna stay stuck.

Yo, when-when did you find

that gun in there? Huh?

That gun Oak found, Calvess' gun.

You the first one that

looked in that trunk.

Did you see a brown bag

in there with no gun?

- Oh, God...

- No, you did not.

It came up when your back was turned.

Yo, don't you see?

Hey!

Hey!

God...

Tellis!

Open the goddamn door!

Why don't you dust

the prints and let's see

whose prints come up off of there.

I'll bet you all the prints

that come up off of there

- belongs to your man Oak.

- That's right.

He planted it, man.

He put it there.

You got ten f***ing seconds,

front to back, for the record now.

Go.

Goddamn it!

Open the door!

Hey, god...

Tellis!

What the f*** was going on in there?

Why'd you just f***ing lock me out?

Huh?

I just asked you a question!

What'd you lock me out for?!

Were you tailing Calvess

the day he was killed?

- What?!

- You heard me!

Did he compromise his cover?

And were you tailing him

as a result of that?

You talked to them after I left?

The Mossberg off Leflore.

Dekolvie's ID and badge.

You heard them!

They're claiming Calvess supplied them

with stolen police-issued

to make junk buys.

Can you explain that?

'Cause I am having a hell of lot

of trouble figuring that out!

Exactly how long after I left

did you let those

liberal stirrings in you

spill out all over the f***ing floor?!

The position I'm in...

I don't like where you're putting me,

and ask these questions.

Now, were you following him?

It's not an indictment

if you did, but if you did,

I need to know,

and I need to know that now.

No. I was not tailing him.

But you were there before he died.

You were there before he died.

Tell me that I'm wrong.

You wanna f***ing talk?

All right, we'll talk.

Mike was making a bust that morning.

He had enough going against him

to make an arrest.

He needed backup.

Off-roster.

Why?

Because he wanted

to bring 'em in on his own.

So I stayed back.

I waited,

and the buy went bad.

Then how come you couldn't

identify those guys

in there right away?

Because they shot him and ran!

They shot him, but...

you shot them as they fled the scene.

What?

What did they say to you?

When that motherf***er Oak

starting shooting,

he shot Calvess, killed Calvess.

He killed him, he killed Calvess

so that somebody could take

the fall for his...

You must be out of your f***ing mind!

As much as he meant to me,

you call on my integrity?!

My commitment to that kid?!

You're going to let these

f***ing lowlife pieces

of sh*t smear that?! Huh?!

It's gotten past us.

We're bringing 'em in.

We're taking 'em in.

You're f***ing with something

you can't possibly understand.

I'm taking 'em in.

It's over now.

You f***ing joke.

You know that?

You're a f***ing joke!

Your whole career is a f***ing joke!

A complete f***ing washout!

You popped that needle

freak in the park

and in the process, you

hit that f***ing woman

with a stray bullet,

costing her a bouncing baby!

- Enough!

- F***ing her up for life!

Enough! Stop!

Shut the f*** up!

Come on.

You're a lie.

Come on.

F***ing lie.

Got this from Child Welfare.

Kathryn Tunney.

Mother deceased.

Was removed from the custody

of her stepfather, Myron Cobb.

November 23, 1985,

declared ward of the state.

Placed with foster parents.

Do you know that little girl,

Lieutenant?

I think you do.

You sealed the records

till she was 18.

And then you wanted to adopt her.

She's been in an out of trouble

for years and years

in and out of foster homes.

Handful of arrests.

Mostly drug related.

You had 'em all squashed.

You bailed her out of rehab.

Lots of times.

When she was a minor,

you needed a doctor to sign

the release, so who did it?

Your old pal, Harlan.

This is a good friend

of mine, Art Harlan...

He signed her out

of all of those clinics.

See, I saw the signatures.

Sh*t... you made sure

that Harlan was

the acting M.E.

on the Calvess case, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Tellis might have

a connection to Mike.

Calvess? What the hell

you doing with that?

I thought we were closing out.

So he could doctor the autopsy, right?

Alter the lab reports,

make 'em look clean.

Make Calvess look clean.

He's as dirty as you are.

A filthy, f***ing,

needle-ridden junkie.

And you f***ing knew it,

you motherf***er.

You motherf***er.

I'm calling this in, right now.

Your gun and your shield,

on the ground, now.

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