Out for Justice Page #4

Did you ever find this one

on the street?

- Many times.

- How much was she?

- Ten bucks.

- Ten bucks this, friend.

F*** you!

I can't believe you're doing this.

I'm disappointed.

I thought you could get at least 15.

Gino, you f***! Get me out of here!

Come on, Chas. Have another drink.

What's the story with you and that cop?

Who? Gino?

The one you popped.

Was that business?

Or was it personal?

It was personal business.

Holy sh*t!

Why are you asking me

about my business?

Richie, cops! Cops!

You rat me out?

No, never.

You rat bastard!

I'd never rat you out.

- I'll put you out of your misery.

- Please, don't!

- Get your hands up!

- Nobody move!

Why did you have to shoot him?

He didn't rat us out.

How you doing?

You arrest Patricia because

she no help you find Richard.

Yeah, but just the same,

maybe we could talk a minute.

You sit down right over here.

This is difficult for me to say.

I'm sorry for the way

I behaved in your home.

It was disrespectful.

You've always been like a father to me.

If you tell me...

...that you haven't seen Richie,

I believe you. We got problems.

I know that it's...

No man wants to bury his son.

And I know...

...no man wants to admit

that his son...

...has become something

the world can do without.

But I'm very afraid...

...every moment

for everyone around us.

I pray...

...for this to end.

I know what you're trying to say.

I'm gonna have to

make you stay downtown tonight.

Jerry, that's robbery, not narcotics.

Talk to Donziger and get back to me.

I'll talk to you.

Does this look familiar?

I help you, he'll kill me.

He's your own brother!

He's a vacuum.

He sucks up three to four grams a pass.

That doesn't promote

rational thought.

It'll get worse. I been telling you.

I got your father under arrest.

It won't work, Gino!

God, why don't you understand this?

We can't help you.

- lf he thinks we did, he'll kill Pop.

- He's that far gone?

Believe it, Gino.

Anybody.

Then I'm gonna keep you here

tonight and keep you alive.

Hate me tomorrow.

In the 8-0 precinct.

Signal 1013. Police officer shot.

6835 Amboy Street.

This is one night this town

ain't ever gonna forget about.

Ask me, I think you already

made sure of that.

Your wife called.

She's at your apartment with Tony.

Any chance you can swing over there

for a minute?

I could do that.

I'm right in the area.

Come here. Come over here.

I almost forgot about you.

I gotta get you

a nice hot bath, some food.

Maybe a girlfriend or something.

How's Tony?

He's fine.

Have you eaten anything?

A couple of dog biscuits.

- My new dog.

- Look at you.

- A police dog?

- This is Coraggio.

You gonna keep him?

I'm thinking about it.

Maybe.

It depends on how brave he is.

I better go and see Tony.

You want to come up

for an espresso?

Yeah. Why not?

You stay there and be a good boy.

- Should we show the dog to Tony?

- He'll never go back to sleep.

Did you ever have a dog?

Are you kidding? We didn't have

enough money to feed ourselves.

There was this old man who came

to the neighborhood when we were kids.

He was from the old country.

Carried an old school bell.

He'd pull along this little sharpening

machine operated by a foot peddle.

The neighbors used to come get

their knives and scissors sharpened.

A dime here, a quarter there.

But it was an honest living.

Time goes on...

...people start buying...

...disposable scissors and knives.

Fewer and fewer people come out.

I always used to think to myself...

...how it would feel to leave...

...before light...

...and come back after dark...

...with nothing to show your wife

and family for what you've done.

That bell was the loneliest

sound I ever heard.

He was your father?

I remember one time I followed

the old man for a whole summer...

...every day...

...day in, day out.

And after a while,

it started to grind him down.

Nobody. Nobody needs him, you know?

You feel like nobody needs you...

...and you feel useless...

...you die inside.

You let yourself go.

We always used to tell everybody,

"Pop died from cancer."

I believe he died of a broken heart.

After Pop died...

...and the neighborhood kids wanted

to go to Coney Island to play...

...one of the other fathers,

Mr. Madano...

...used to slip me a little money so

I could play with the kids too.

You want to know how I repay

Mr. Madano, how I thanked him tonight?

I arrested him.

Just so I could get to Richie.

That's how crazy I get.

Gino, these may be your streets

and your neighborhood...

...but there are other cops.

I'm really proud of what you do.

And I know how everybody loves you.

But Tony needs a father...

...and I need a husband.

Are we talking

reconciliation over here?

No, we're talking a lifetime deal.

All or nothing.

I could do that.

That I could do.

I love you.

- We need Tony!

- Get down in the bathtub!

Okay. In the bathtub.

You're dead.

Come on, you rat bastard!

Drop it!

You'd shoot an unarmed man?

I wouldn't.

You know what I'm gonna do?

You motherf***er!

Angie, send me units

over to my apartment.

There's been a shooting

over at my place.

It's Richie Madano 's crew.

They're all deceased.

They'll take you to a hotel

with your mother.

I know that this is not an easy thing,

and I know you're upset.

I'll take care of it right away.

Sh*t!

Fellas...

...have a drink.

Never mind that bullshit.

Sit down, d*ckhead.

We're looking for your brother.

Where is he?

He ain't been around.

I ain't seen him.

You understand English?

Teach this guy some English.

You f***ing bum!

Give me the right answer.

Where's your f***ing brother?

You cocksucker!

I'll break your f***ing head!

You're both dead, you f***ing bums!

The two of you! Tell him that!

Say Rusty told you you're dead!

You're dead, the two of you!

You a**hole!

Get the f*** out of here!

Get the f*** out of here, man!

I bet you're real popular

in your neighborhood now.

Angie, I was never too popular

with my neighbors.

I'm heading to l'Amore's now.

Patti back yet?

Can I talk to you in private

for a minute, please? Over there.

Sit over here.

Is this you?

My name's Terry Malloy.

So who's Roxanne?

Richie's girlfriend.

That who you're looking for?

That is.

Where can I find her?

I think she lives here in Brooklyn,

but I don't know where.

You don't know where. What are you,

a concerned citizen now?

Why not?

Who's Richie to you, anyway?

A piece of sh*t.

So how come you been crying?

I got a f***ing migraine.

Listen, I want to ask you something.

Do you know this girl?

Maybe you could sit over here.

You all right?

Come on, Terry.

You have to talk to me.

Who is it?

It's Roxanne.

And you were f***ing Bobby

at the same time?

Don't be that way.

Come on. Settle down.

She got a last name?

Ford. Roxanne Ford.

How you doing, Vermeer?

How the hell did you get up here?

Jesus Christ!

He didn't have nothing to do with it.

Where you been? We been waiting

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