Streets Of Blood Page #5

Good shooting, partner.

This hype is unarmed. Aw, f***.

What did you do, Barney?

F***.

F***. F***.

He pointed a gun at us,

end of story.

Good shooting, Tex. Nice.

We'll keep that...

just a little bite.

The a**hole pointed a gun at you.

You shot him dead.

- Barney.

- Yeah.

- Barney.

- Yeah, I'm with you. I'm with you.

Come on.

Hey.

Hey, bro.

Here are the cavalry.

Hey, they shot you, Jambalaya Jake.

- Don't you want to know who?

- F*** you.

You murdering motherf***er.

You know, they say

that when you're dying

you lose your mind in stages.

But you're not there yet.

You want to tell me something?

They say that sh*t

when you die of old age,

not from being shot,

you stupid-ass motherf***er.

That's true.

Andy man, I got you a lead

on Delacroix.

Seems like he was spending most

of his time at this FEMA trailer park...

- Lakeview.

- Lakeview, yeah.

See you motherfuckers in hell.

OIS and IA have cleared me.

Mm-hmm.

But there were four lethal shootings

in three years.

Yes, ma'am, I'm a good shot.

You confront violence with violence.

Yes, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

And if another man

came through that door right now

pointing a gun at my head,

what would you do?

I'd shoot him.

And you'd thank me.

You wasted your time

driving down here, partner.

I couldn't get you the search warrant

for the trailer park.

Well, then get another judge.

Not proper procedure, Andy.

Get you a wire,

get some tapes and pictures,

and we'll get you your warrant.

The way things are now,

no judge is gonna touch this.

- Don't bullshit us, all right?

- Where you at, Shaft?

The drug house shootout

is still under investigation.

- You're lucky you still got that badge.

- So are you.

- They're not gonna let it happen.

- They? Who's they?

Who?

My hands are tied.

You can't have a warrant

for that establishment

without pictures and a wire.

Now who the f*** cares really?

I do.

Where do they find these guys?

F***ing lawyers.

F***ing cops.

Good?

Mm-hmm.

I understand.

- What happened?

- It's official.

The feds are investigating

the guys on my unit.

FBI got a tip about a denied

warrant request.

They suspect officers are gonna make

the raid anyway without the warrant.

They're gonna be there

waiting on my guys.

FBI calls me and says, "Your men are

dirty. Yeah, and if you warn them,

we're gonna know that you're

as dirty as they are.

Are they guilty?

They're guilty of being underpaid.

They're guilty of being police

in this division.

What do you mean?

I mean the public is tired.

They're tired of all this violence.

They're tired of the city

they don't recognize no more.

Is your duty to the law less important

than your loyalty to those men?

Now, Ferraro, you know these men.

They beat and force confessions.

They maybe steal, maybe worse.

But they're doing it

for our side.

Then warn them.

I can't.

Then why are you

telling this to me?

I mean, we are trying

to prevent a gang war.

The city's rebuilding

and the drug dealers

aren't gonna wait for federal funding.

They're industrious.

That gives you permission

to do anything you want?

No, but ultimately

out on the street

no one's gonna control

what I do...

no judge, no jury.

Out on the street

I have the authority,

and they know it.

I am the law.

Oh, and if that law is corrupt...

You think I'm corrupt?

- It don't matter what I think.

- Bullshit.

Our little time together...

you're getting attached.

I get paid not to.

Seriously, though, you don't see it?

See what?

A lot of problems out there,

trying to make things better,

get up every morning,

come to work,

counsel those

who've drifted among the ashes,

work hard, stay focused,

so you can do your job.

You think I'm just like you,

don't you?

Which is why you want me to change,

be less hard-boiled.

Maybe then there's hope...

hope for this department,

hope for our city,

hope for you.

What are you afraid of most?

Some other time.

Ma'am.

Andy,

let's do it by the book.

Thanks for the advice.

It's not advice.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Hi, Andy.

How's it hanging?

How's it hanging? What did you say?

Sorry, sir.

- Hi, Andy.

- Hi.

These kids... I told them

to turn the TV off.

Nice TV.

Yeah, I just got the last

of the insurance settlement money,

got a little left over.

Bye-bye. Love you.

Bye-bye.

Baby, have a good day.

I love you.

Oh oh oh, I call the Caddy.

- No no, we're in the Caddy.

- We got the Caddy.

I don't want this Buick, man.

This Buick has got fumes.

I got the tip. I get the Caddy.

You know how Mexicans are

and their Caddies.

- Are you coming, Stan?

- You want me to ride in this sh*t?

You heard what he just said.

It's got motherfucking fumes and sh*t.

Why you got us in this sh*t car?

God damn.

Who wants to ride around

in this motherf***er?

- Are they set?

- They're set. They're watching them.

Come on in, boys.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

I came up short last time.

F***, it's Tanya.

Oh, Selina.

- Who?

- It's our tip-off, man.

Who the f*** cares?

Let's do this.

- Play it by the book.

- Thanks for the advice.

It's not advice.

- Come on.

- Hold on. This is a setup.

- What?

- It's no good. We're being set up.

- What do you mean, a setup?

- What are you talking about?

The warrants. It's no good.

Who said it's a f***ing setup?

It's never stopped us before.

What?

Oh, no no no.

- B team, what's going on?

- Do you guys have anything?

Somebody tipped him off.

Somebody got to him.

God damn it!

How did you know for sure

we were being set up?

Because we were, Stan.

I could feel it.

Something's not right.

We got ratted out.

- Who do you think it was, AJ?

- Why would he care?

I don't know. Captain Friendly

or Pepe or Barney?

Barney's a b*tch. Friendly... no.

Maybe Pepe is a snitch.

You tipped them off, didn't you?

What are you talking about?

Somebody warned them

at the trailer park.

- I didn't warn them.

- You're lying.

F*** you, Brown.

You don't scare me no more.

I'm no longer cooperating

with your investigation.

In fact, I just may open up

an investigation on you.

Wait a minute.

We had an agreement

to make this city safe.

We're on the same side.

Well, that's my goal,

but I have no f***ing idea

what your goal is.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry you feel

that way.

Look around, Friendly.

Nobody is safe in this city.

I mean, nobody.

Go f*** yourself, Brown.

FBI.

You four are coming with us.

What, did they win some prize?

What?

Let me call you back.

We came down here

to correct the problem with corruption

in this division's Street Narcotics

Enforcement Unit.

Now we have enough evidence

to charge you with murder.

However, before we take

this case any further,

we'd like to offer you deals

in exchange for your testimony

against other dirty cops.

Really?

Well, I have not seen or know of

any police misconduct.

There's no dirty cops in that unit.

There's no f***ing way.

- We're all clean.

- You guys are all the same.

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