Q & A Page #4

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to be jerking around.

Pearlstein, straighten this guy out, will you?

My client has cooperated

in every way possible.

This interview was

a half-hour late in starting.

REILLY:
I'd like the two gentlemen to stay

a little longer, in case...

...a conflict develops in the testimony.

Of course, we're cooperating fully, Al.

REILLY:
Mr. Texador.

Suppose...

...you give us your version

of what happened?

I'll be happy to, Mr. Reilly.

I know Mauricio Valdes from the old days.

In fact we used to live in the barrio.

Last Thursday, my wife and I here,

we decided to give his club a visit.

Excuse me, Bobby Tex. Your wife?

I'm talking to Mr. Reilly.

REILLY:
Detective Valentin and Chapman

are assigned to the case.

They're allowed to ask questions.

Continue.

They're allowed questions,

yes, but not snotty insinuations.

- Right?

- Right, please continue.

We went to the club

to pay our respects and leave.

I won't stay late.

The crowd's too rough in these places.

Do you know, I remember you now?

BOBBY:
You served the 23rd Precinct, no?

REILLY:
Right.

You had a good reputation

among the Latinos.

BOBBY:
Tough but fair.

- I can't stand this sh*t.

- Hey, Luis, please.

He's blowing smoke up your ass

and you're taking it.

I've got my wife here now, Mr. Reilly.

I don't want any profanity.

Okay, I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

REILLY:
Please continue, Mr. Texador.

We had a drink.

All of a sudden, there's a lot of noise.

REILLY:
Like shots?

BOBBY:
I can't say, but noise.

I go outside and there's like a big guy there.

But something was in his hand.

And a little guy, he's laid out.

Another big guy,

he pulls his badge, and he says:

"Hey, nobody moves,"

you know, like they do.

And then more cops came. That was it.

You know Mr. Franconi

and Mr. Valli from before?

No, I can't say I do.

REILLY:
But you saw them

when you came in the club?

That's a big noisy club. How...

[Yelling] You're trying to tell us

that two big wops...

...walk in like hit men,

and you don't see them?

PEARLSTEIN:
Racist remarks are

an outrage!

PEARLSTEIN:

I'll call the Civil Rights League.

PEARLSTEIN:
I object!

REILLY:
Okay!

Detective Valentin...

I'd like to apologize to everyone.

This office does not condone any...

...racial epithets.

Now, let's just settle down

and get this over with.

REILLY:
This guy that was laid out

was Tony Vasquez, right?

BOBBY:
That's what I heard later.

REILLY:
You knew him?

- Sort of, yes, from around the neighborhood.

- Sort of?

Look, Bobby Tex, with my own eyes

I've seen Tony Vasquez save your life.

VALENTIN:
It was when that guinea...

Italian gang...

...caught you on 114th and

Pleasant Avenue in the playground there.

VALENTIN:
What you was, 18, 19 years old?

And your ass was grass, man.

And he waded in there

with a lead pipe and he saved your ass...

...and now you're going to deny him

over his dead body?

- Man, cobarde!

- Cobarde?

Yeah, you f***ing coward!

Tony loved you like a brother, man!

- He worked for you since then.

- Hey!

F***ing honey dripper.

You know, we knew you was a punk then,

but you're being a punk now.

Detective? Come on.

You couldn't find a Jew in Rockaway.

You got a badge and a gun

but you're still a punk so shut up...

PEARLSTEIN:
Please!

BOBBY:
Shut up. I'm talking.

You finished, Bobby Tex.

You're over and finished!

The baddest guy is me, because I'm the law

and this case is wrapped!

This case is clear self-defense

and the Lieutenant gets his medal...

...and I can make first grade!

So, f*** you, man, f*** you!

No, f*** you!

Come on, what are you talking about?

Little Tony Vasquez is 120 pounds.

Are you telling me

he's carrying a.45 and a.32? How?

- Wearing pants with no belt?

- You're a detective now?

You're right!

You see his.32 sticking out

his boot when he fell.

- Everybody knows that's all the man carried.

- You're saying Brennan whacked Tony?

I guess that's for me to know

and you to find out, Detective Valentin!

I'm really sorry, Mr. Reilly.

You know what it is, I'll tell you.

A couple of PRs from the old neighborhood,

we get together, it's always like this.

- Luis, I'm sorry. You're beautiful.

- No hard feelings.

BOBBY:
You're so beautiful. No kidding.

You know something? I'm no detective,

but sometimes I run off at the mouth.

FRANCONl:
What about it?

I got chickens to pluck.

VALLl:
I'm with him.

Will the witnesses please remain

in the waiting room just five more minutes?

I want to make sure there's no conflict

in the statements...

...so we don't have to

bring you down here again.

Thank you. Lubin, you can take a break.

The feces has struck the air conditioner.

- You were great, Val.

- You wasn't too bad yourself, Alberto.

While you two pricks are congratulating

yourselves, you better realize...

...maybe you put Brennan's neck in it.

- I don't want to hurt a cop.

- You just did. It's now on the Q&A.

CHAPMAN:
Welcome, shooflies.

VALENTIN:
This thing stinks.

Look, Chappie, I know my people

like you know yours.

There's no way that Tony knocked off Julio.

VALENTIN:
Those two guys and Tex,

I seen them take on a gang of 10 guineas...

...with nothing but a knife

and a broken bottle in their hand.

They called themselves the Sinners then.

I'm talking 25 years

these guys been together, you know?

They're how Tex formed his gang.

You were moving

against the Mob in those days...

...so you had to be tough

to move in on dope.

Them junkie motherfuckers will fall out

over anything. A kilo, a broad.

VALENTIN:
Vasquez didn't jam Sierra.

We're not talking about Columbians here.

VALENTIN:
I know my people.

VALENTIN:
This case is dirty.

I feel it in the cojones, you know?

You're listening to a piece of sh*t

like Bobby Tex.

The day you start believing

a goddamn dope-dealing spic...

...against a cop like Mike,

that's the day I hand my badge in.

Mike Brennan is the best cop I ever saw.

First one through the door,

the window, the skylight.

He stepped in front of a bullet for me once...

...caught it in his left hand

and shoved it up the punk's ass.

Now, unless you know, don't blow.

This is serious.

[Valentin makes horn-blowing sounds]

CHAPMAN:
F*** you, bean-eaters.

VALENTIN:
They were in the Marines

together, you know?

Chappie?

Just suppose Brennan comes up wrong.

- You ready for that?

- I'll do my job, but I won't take him in.

I'll leave that up to

the pride of San Juan Hill here.

Thank you very much, thank you.

You know that f***ing gorilla would

shove me up his ass easy as Preparation H.

Then it's simple. We find the stool,

Roger Montalvo, and that should settle it.

Superfag? He's worse than Bobby Tex.

He's a stool, a pusher,

a beater and a shooter.

The Feds pay him $500 a month

and hands off while he deals his own sh*t.

He sets you up, or shoots you in the back.

If we're depending on him,

we'll all wind up indicted.

VALENTIN:
What about the girl?

REILLY:
What about her?

Let's get her in.

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