* Captions by Able. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able - (WIND WHISTLES) - (TENSE MUSIC) - (PANTS) - (CAR ALARM SOUNDS) - (PANTS) - (DOG BARKS) - (GASPS) - (WOMAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH) - No! (SCREAMS) Put him down! (SPEAKS SPANISH) No, no! (SPEAKS SPANISH) Manuel! (SCREAMS) - (PANTS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (GRUNTS) - (GRUNTS) - (YELLS) - (GUNSHOTS) - (GURGLES, SCREAMS) (GURGLES) - (PANTS) - MAN: Hurry up! Come on! - (PANTS) - SCREAMS: No! No! Put him down! - No! - No! - (SCREAMING) - Mommy, mommy. (SCREAMS) Mommy, mommy. - (SCREAMING) - (SCREAMS) Please. My baby! - (SCREAMING) - (SCREAMS) - Police. I'm police. (SCREAMS) Please save my baby. - (BOY SCREAMS) - (SIRENS APPROACH) - Please. (SCREAMS) - It's OK. (SCREAMING, SIRENS BLARE) - (SCREAMS) - (STAMMERS) (SCREAMS) Help! - (SIRENS BLARE) - (SILENCE) - Mr Dowd was pronounced dead on arrival, Detroit Sinai. Perforated cranial pan, projectile fragmentation frontal lobe. Now, the woman, Jenine Miller, she subsequently lost the child ` uterine damage, haemorrhaging on admittance. Infant died due to blood loss suffered by the mother. Hospital records indicate acute foetal trauma ` gunshot wound. - This material was covered some months ago. Why is it being brought up again? - Have you had contact with Miss Miller? - I've spoken to her, yes. - On what occasion did you speak with Miss Miller and what prompted the conversation? - I'm not going to answer that. That's a personal` - Do you think, in retrospect, acting, perhaps, less aggressively this might have been prevented? - What might have been prevented? - The infant's death. - (TENSE MUSIC) - (WATER RUNS) - (BABY BABBLES) - (DOOR OPENS, KEYS RATTLE) (TV PLAYS SOFTLY) - That's very dangerous, you know that? - Hungry? - Your foot. (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Toe cheese. - (SHUSHES) - I'll bite it off. - He's gonna wake up. - If the smell didn't wake him up already, he's out. - My feet smell good. - Yeah (!) - (BABBLES) - (CLEARS THROAT) So? - So, what? - So how did it go? - It went. - Yeah. - What can I say? - What did you say? - What do you think? Ma'am, let me just, uh... Sorry. Your name again? - Liz Detmer. - Right, right, Ms Detmer. My duty assignment was solely undercover narcotic work. Do you have any idea what that entails? - I have a general idea, yes. - OK. Well, then, generally speaking, Ms Detmer, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Expected to come out with this 'glad to be here' bullshit. Head hung low, hat in hand. - That's ridiculous. - Well, I'm not gonna forget. It's all what they say. - Then I don't understand why, you know, you went and talked to them. - Cos they asked. - Mr Tellis, that's not necessary. - If you haven't seen what I've seen or done what I've done, you don't know where I'm coming from. - I am not an officer of the law, Mr Tellis, and therefore I have no formal training, but I would expect someone that did would perhaps behave judiciously, exercising discretion and restraint in necessary quantities. - Jesus Christ, lady, look, we can do this all goddamned day. You want to assess all this blame, I'm gonna call you on it. So what is this? I mean, I can make it very simple for you. You want to talk, I'll talk. I have no problem with that. But if this becomes some half-ass ambush and you're putting me under the lamp, I will walk ` now. - Are you familiar with the Michael Calvess case? - Yes. - He was murdered. - Yes, I'm aware of that. - This investigation, which you may or may not know, has stretched over 60 days and failed to produce any tangible evidence or yield a single suspect. It has not, however, deterred or diminished our efforts to apprehend and punish those responsible. - Throughout your undercover stint, you maintained prolonged contact with the city's drug element. Would that be an accurate statement? - I had some relationships. - Is it fair to say, given your rather abrupt discharge from the ranks 18 months ago, that your cover in those contacts might remain intact? - We feel that your presence in this investigation would be invaluable and would warrant complete reinstatement ` homicide division, detective grade. - When the suspects are caught and charged and a verdict rendered, you would be eligible for the assignment of your choosing commensurate to sentencing. - No. - I'm sorry? - I'm not interested. - Bear in mind, Mr Tellis, if I may be so bold, that career opportunities in law enforcement... - (DOOR OPENS) - (SIGHS) What a fucking waste of time that was. - Tellis! Captain Mitchell Cheevers. Thanks for coming down, man. - Oh, sure. - Come on, listen, I want to apologise for in there, OK? They get paid to put people on the spot. - They made their money today. - All right, come on, hold on. Come on. You gonna make me fucking chase you? Come on, give me 10 seconds. - Go ahead. - Calvess was a cop. - Yeah. - OK, he didn't deserve this. - Nobody does. - Fine. Good, then help me out. - What? - Come on, help me catch these motherfuckers, man. Just come down here. Just look at the files would you? Help me out. - I think that's 10. Time's up. - For who? What the fuck else are you gonna do? - They offering you something? - They asked me to look at some files. - Shit. (CHUCKLES) - I swear to God. - Files? Why? - Cos they got a dead cop and dead ends and they're reaching. This welfare pension bullshit is not gonna cut it. - I know. You just do something else, then. - (BABBLES) - What? - I do something else? - Yeah. - OK. What would that be? - (OMINOUS MUSIC) - (RAIN PATTERS) (INDISTINCT YELLING) - (SCREAMS) (GRUNTS) - (GUNSHOTS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - Hey, Sergeant, has Michael Calvess' personal effects cleared yet? - Yeah. - (SIGHS) - (SOMBRE MUSIC) (HAUNTING MUSIC) (TENSE MUSIC) (GUNSHOT) (TENSE MUSIC) (OMINOUS MUSIC) - Lieutenant Oak, per departmental mandate, is restricted from participating in the Calvess investigation any further. That's the log line, and that's the way it's been worded to me. - Why is that? - Well, (SIGHS) he and Calvess were close. He had been on collateral narcotic investigations for over a year. He was the first in the tunnel that day. He discovered the body. I like him. I do. He's got a 93% conviction rate. He's swinging a big stick. He makes solid collars that make solid cases. But between you and me, he's not stable. - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - He's all that shit a cop just cannot be. Not right now. Not in this city. Not in this department. We're talking about a marked man. - Henry, what the fuck, man?! - (GRUNTS) - I swear to fucking God I get another call for you beating on your wife and kids, you're fucking dead. Get off me. Get the fuck off me! Get off! - Shit! - What the fuck. Go get this piece of shit out of here. - (COUGHS) - I mean, listen, Captain. We can both sit here and say or we can assume that he's adhering to this department ban` - You're a smart guy. You know that's bullshit. - I would hope so. - Yes, but, again it's only a matter of time before IAD brings down an indictment on him. - Listen, do yourself a favour concerning Oak. I would just blow out all this bullshit code of conduct and ethics inquiry and hinge this whole thing on his involvement. - Would that be up to and including your own involvement? - I don't understand. - Nick, if I go to bat for him, I'm gonna have to do it contingent on you being his partner for the duration. - (SCOFFS) The duration of what? - The duration of the investigation. Hey, you asked me to read some files, and I did. You know, the tale of the tape is, and this is nothing you don't already know, is that your best shot at breaking this is bringing him back on and just go off the work he's already done. - I don't want to waste any more time. Do you want on this case roster ` yes or no. - I'm not looking for active assignment. I don't... I want a pay cheque. OK? I mean, this three-quarters is not cutting this shit. I don't need` I don't... I don't wanna be out with some guy playing nine-ball on some perp's skull. I'll tell you that. I want a desk. I need a desk. - (SIGHS) Fine. Get me a conviction, I'll get you a desk. - Like that? - Just like that. - (MECHANICAL WHIRRING) (ALARM SOUNDS) (OMINOUS MUSIC) - I'm gonna get some coffee. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY) - You must be somebody something special. - No, not really. - No, not really? Getting them to reassign me to a case that I've been so resoundingly removed from. You gotta admit that takes some people to pull. - It's not what I did. It's what you did. - (CHUCKLES) - The work you put in. They know they're better off with you than without you. - I'm just gonna say this, all right. I don't know you so I refuse to fuck around with you any more than I have to. Did Internal Affairs set you up with this? - No. - No? Fringe ex-cop fallen out of favour looking to get back behind a badge? They got files three feet think on guys like you. They bunted you on a reflex. - Probably. But I'm telling you the truth. - You weren't approach or asked in any way to keep tabs on me for IA? - No, I was not. I don't blame you for asking. You don't do what I did and just waltz back in. - What does that tell you? - That tells me that this investigation is running on fucking fumes. - (CHUCKLES) Don't get confused thinking that this is about Calvess. - I know it's not. - This all politics. This is a political appointments. It is referendums. It's a squashing a race riot. You think those assholes upstairs give a shit and a shake about Michael Calvess? They didn't know him. They don't care about him. And they can't forget about him fast enough. The only thing you need to know about me is that I'm gonna bag the motherfuckers that killed Mike. And if that means breaking every point of procedure, then they're broke. Because his life was worth a little bit more than a wreath and a rifle salute. Understand? That's just me. What about you? - What about me? - Why are you coming back to this shit? Cops die daily. They die bad. What makes Mike the exception? - I don't know. - You don't know? Just something to do? - Something. - (TENSE MUSIC) * (THUNDER RUMBLES) (SOMBRE MUSIC) - I know what time it is, but you can still give me a kiss. Audrey, I don't want to get into this with you right now. I just wanna go to sleep. I just want to lay down next to you and go right to sleep. You want to kick my ass all over in the morning, that's... that's fine, but... I just wanna... I'm fucking beat, man. (SIGHS) - (SIREN BLARES DISTANTLY) - (ENERGETIC MUSIC) - Did any you guys ever see these guy? His name is Jimmy Fredericks. It was his street name. He'd be dirty or he was undercover. Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you jumping up and down for? What's the fuck's the matter with you? - Cool, man. - Shut up! Hey! What are you, his interpreter? Speak English, will you? You're fucking in America. Speak English. - Yo, man. - You remember a guy named Jimmy Fredericks? - No, man. - Stop jumping up and fucking down. Look, you ever seen him? - You see a lot of business down here. - (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) - You ever see this guy before? He's a cop. Street name was Jimmy Fredericks. - Who? - A guy named Jimmy Fredericks. - What's his street name? - That's his name. Jimmy Fredericks. Sometimes go by Calvess, no? - No. - Nothing? - Nothing. - Hey. You doing all right? - Everything good. - (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) - There was a cat named Jimmy Fredericks used to hang around here. - Jimmy Fredericks? - Yeah, yeah. - I don't know that guy. - Let's go, asshole! Game's over! - (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) - No, I don't live around here. No. - You sure? - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - No, this is not your neighbourhood? - No. - You're sure? I wanna ask a couple of questions. - Fuck this, man. - Whoa. Do you know the name Jimmy Fredericks? - Jimmy Fredericks! Are you high right now? - Nah, man. - Cos you look fucking spun to me. - Jimmy Fredericks? - (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) - You work around here? - Give me a break. - Hey! What the fuck are you running for?! Never too cold for pussy, is it? Stay right there! You stay right there! - A guy named Calvess, yeah. Went by the street name Jimmy Fredericks. - I knew a Fredericks or a Calvess. Fredericks sounds more familiar, though. Now, he didn't go by nothing else, right? - That I can't tell you. - (TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES, OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) - Knows Calvess as Fredericks. - Do you know Easy E? - Have you seen this fucking picture? - Calvess, Fredericks. Maybe he didn't go by either one. I'll holler some niggas, see what fall out. - My name is Tellis. - OK, what I'm saying is I'm working stuff. - OK, no, that's cool. When you hear anything, give me a ring. - What are you talking about, man? I'll do whatever I want. - (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION) - Help, help! This guy's pretending to be a cop! - She denies it. He grabs an aerosol can and some matches and lights her head up. That's who's screaming. - (INDISTINCT YELLING) - So he mentions this Jimmy Fredericks, and Cheevers told us to route this through you. - And what's he saying. - He claims he used to snitch for him. Says he'll trade what he has to say for some type of sentence reduction. - We can't do that. We're not gonna do that. - Well, we got him cuffed up there, but he's got no pants on. Tried to get a pair on him, but the guy's fucking berserk. - All right. What's her name? - (SCREAMING) - Louisa Nunez. - What? - Louisa Nunez. That's all we could get out of her. - They married? - Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't kick! - Who knows? - Fucking asshole! Look what he fucking did to me! - Shut the motherfucking bitch up! - (OVERLAPPING YELLING) - Let go of me! Let the fuck go! - Right there to the left. - Have fun (!) - What the fuck are you looking at?! - (INDISTINCT YELLING) - Fuck you! - Senor Itchy Cock. - What you saying, man? What that? - Looks like you got yourself a bad situation here. What's your name ` Octavio? Octavio, that's it? Go and firebug on your old lady's wig. What's all this fucking drug stuff? - Yo, man, did you see what she did to my fucking Jimmy? What that puta bitch did to my shit. She out there tossing her nasty snatch on the curb. She come back here poison pussy. Now I can't hardly even walk around. I can't have no fabrics on, nothing. Look at it. Check it out. Check it out. - Uh-uh, uh-uh. OK, Hoss, let's just holster that up, OK? - Never seen no shit like that. Black and blue. I can't wear no drawers or shit, it's so bad. I go to take a piss, piss don't even want to come out. She fucking set fire to my dick. I'll burn her head down. - Yeah, uh, great. You want to talk to us about a Michael Calvess? - Who? - Michael Calvess. You used to snitch for a Michael Calvess his street name was Jimmy Fredericks. What can you tell us? Jimmy Fredericks. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, him. He dead, right? - That's right. He was killed. - Yeah, I seen that on TV too. Yo, could I get a quick hit? - What did you say? - My cock is killing me, man. Let me get a quick hit. A quick hit! I'll talk to you. - (CHUCKLES) What? - I'll talk to you. - It's almost impossible you're this dumb. You're serious? - Yeah, just a quick one. - (CHUCKLES) - Please, bro. - Fucking junkies. - (WOMAN YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - Who got a light. I used my last match on that bitch. - (SCREAMING) - Yo, man, I know my ass is going to jail. I ain't got no paper to post bail. I'm fucked. I'm fucked. What it gonna matter, I hit this real quick. It ain't gonna take time or no shit like that, right? I'll hit this, and I'll talk to you, guys. Come on. Yo, my nerves, they're all like jingle-jangly. Fuck! - You're gonna tell us everything? - Yeah. - You sure? - Oh, yeah. - Don't fuck with us. - (DISTORTED MUSIC) - Shit is fucking heaven, dog. - All right, enough. We took care of you. Now talk to us about Calvess. And knock that shit off or else I'm gonna turn a hose on you. - No way, it hurts. - Stop picking at it, then! Now, Calvess, go! Talk to me! - I seen him over in Belle Isle a few months back. He beefing with my boy Leo Lee. - You know Leo Lee? - Yeah, you know him and shit? - Yeah, Leonard Leflore is just a punk. Narc used to run raids on his ass every other day. So what were they arguing about? - Some shit, man. Lee pinched on a buy. That dude Calvess, he got a bad temper, yo. - Hey! Listen to me. Nobody gives a shit what you think you saw. Just tell us what happened. - Yo, I'm telling you, man. I saw him spit on him. I saw him walk away talking about, 'Nigger this, nigger that.' - Who, who ` Calvess? - Yeah, man. - Don't be fucking with me. - I'm not fucking with you. - This shit ain't talking too loud is it? - Yo, I swear that I saw him, man. They, like, scrapping and shit. They, like, argue. OK? - Calm down! - Let go of me! - So, you could use that, man? - Fucking let go of me! Fucking asshole, look what you fucking did to me! - That's right, bitch. I'll burn you. I burnt it up for you with that shit. - Look at my fucking hair! - Fuck you! - Fuck you. I hate you. Crotch rot, pussy stink. Fuck you! (SPEAKS SPANISH) - (YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - Man. I love you, baby! Fuck! I love you! - Fuck you! - That's a good woman. - What do you know about this Leflore? Cos his name doesn't do anything for me. There's no mention of him in any of Mike's duty summaries. There's no FI card on him. - He's just a nickel-bagger. Ran across him maybe half a dozen times. He's got two whole hobbies, ganja and guns. Other than that, he's a fucking bore. But I guarantee he's got outstanding warrants. - You want to run him? * - (TENSE MUSIC) - Lay down on the floor! This is the police! - What the... - (PANTS) - Hey! - (RETCHES) - (EXHALES) - (COUGHS) - (SIREN HOWLS) - It's all good. - Sorry I didn't make it. I couldn't get to Gabe's birthday party. It just I just had a lot of stuff. - Don't worry about it. We didn't miss you. - (CHUCKLES) - Thanks for the present, anyway. - Yeah, well. - Nick Tellis this is a really good friend of mine, Art Harlan. He works with the coroner's office. - How you doing? - So, I hear your name on the call and this I have to see. What did you do ` drown him? - This might have to do with Mike. - Calvess? - Yeah. - What the hell are you doing with that? I thought they were closing it out. - Yeah, no, not yet. - OK, thanks, guys. That's good. Rub-a-dub-dub. - (GROANS) - Oh, he's been here for awhile. - How long do you think? - I'm guessing he's sitting in this... two, three weeks. - That long? - Oh, yeah, he's ripe. OK, subject has distended bloat, upper-lower torso clotting and hematinic discoloration. Hello. - What is it? - Tooth. - Oh my God. - Back molar. Blasted it right out of his head. Most of his mandible is shattered along with the rest of the dental palette, so IDing him outright is gonna be a little tricky. Sorry. - What have you got there? - Looks like a Mossberg SG six-shot. Don't know how the fuck he got this. - What? Why? - It's tactical issue, Metro PD. SWAT team uses it. It looks like the serial number's been filed down. - Let me see that. It looks like our man opted out with it. No question about that. (COUGHS) Oh, damn! - I don't know about that. Not on purpose. - Why, what do you mean? - There's no firing pin mark on the casing. Boy never even pulled the trigger. - Huh. So what do you think happened? - I'm stretching here, but knowing old Leo, I think maybe he was high out of his fucking mind. Reaches for the bong, goes down, breaks. His lazy ass is not getting out of this warm water, so he sees the gauge, maybe, and... takes a little green bud decides to pop it in the breech, fires it up, starts toking away, forgets there's a shell in the pipe. Flame hits the firing cap. - (LAUGHS) That's beautiful. Bubble bath, ear full of tunes, smoking some hubba, and this is how the evening ends. (LAUGHS) Art. (LAUGHS) That's fucking fantastic. - It still doesn't explain the Mossberg. How did he get that? - Well, if it is tactical ordinance, it could be an underground buy. I mean, the armoury has been broken into a few times. - Yeah, it could be. Or he could have known a cop. Somebody who knew a cop. What do you want to do about this? - Nothing. Just let Art finish up, recovery sweep through. If they find something good, if they get a stolen weapons hit, great. What we came here to do was corroborate Ruiz' story, which we obviously can't do. It's all right. I think it was all bullshit, anyway. Hey, Art, I'll talk to you later. - Okie-doke. - (HUMMING) - I hear bubbles. I hear bubbles. Oh, oh. What are you guys doing? - (BABY BABBLES) - We had a deal, I thought, you and me there. - So, you want to talk about this now or do you want to wait or what? - I don't know. What are we gonna talk about? - Oh my God, what could we have to talk about (?) You know what, I can't believe that you're out there again. And don't say that you're not or give me any of that crap. - What are you talking about? There's hours involved. Sorry. There are. What do you want me to tell you? - Why don't you tell me who uttered that fucking famous, 'This job will either burn you out or bury you.' Do you remember saying that? - Yeah, it's Narcotics, Audrey. Fucking Narco. Apples and oranges. - I'm just curious ` how bad that you think that is was, huh? - (BABY CRIES) - Tell me what you remember? Cos I'll tell you what I remember. Five months pregnant, being in a detox tank with you. - Where the fuck is this coming from? - Not sleeping. - What does that have to do with fucking anything, huh? - And watching you climb the walls. You remember that? - Anything?! I'm a little late for bath time? Well, excuse me I've been giving one every day for seven months. - You're acting like this is no big thing, like you can jump in and just jump out again. You know what, it is a big thing, all right? It's a fucking big thing. - (BABY CRIES) - Yeah, it's two weeks' work, is what it is. - You know what, that's bullshit. That is... That is bullshit. That's all you want me to think that it is. You know, the other day I asked why you wanted to do this, and you said that you didn't know. Well, you know what? I got news for you. You need to know, and you need to let me know, cos for the life of me I'm looking at you, holding your son, and I can't understand you! You understand? - (BABY CRIES) I can't understand why you'd ever feel the need to go back to that again! - Yeah, what if it was me who got wasted out there, Audrey? - Oh my... That wasn't you. - What if it was? - That wasn't you! - What if it was?! - (BABY CRIES) - There are other people aside from you, OK, and your little frequent circle. - You know that's really unfair. - This kid beaten half-dead. They could have walked away. Anyone could've. Instead... they took a gun and blew half his head off, OK? - (BABY CRIES) - I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's OK. - Each journey starts with one step ` a step that can impact generations. COVID-19 is now part of our journey in Aotearoa. We now need to lean on our faith, culture, and come together as a family and a community to journey towards possibilities. Let's journey for each other. (BIRDS SQUAWKING, BONGO DRUMMING) Excuse me, where am I? You're lost in the procrastination place. Yeah, right. That makes sense. MAN: Slap yourself out of it. Whoo! * - (HORN BLARES) (SIREN CHIRPS) - (TENSE MUSIC) - (SIREN BLARES) - You were right about the Mossberg. Definitely, it's one of ours. Lab pulled partial prints off of it. One set belonged to Leflore. The other set belonged to this gangbanger Latroy Steeds. They say he's got a bunch of drug shit. Just did 30 days in Wayne County. Got out a week ago. - Do we know where he's at? - S-T-E-E-D-S. Larry, you're his parole officer. He hasn't... Not once? - We need an answer about that, all right? - (LAUGHS) All right, let me know if he shows, OK? - No problem. You got it. - He hasn't checked in once. Here, go on. Let's sit on the house, see if he shows up. Come on, go, go, go, go, go, go! - All right, let's move it out here. - (SIRENS BLARE) - (SNIFFLES) - (TEDIOUS MUSIC) - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) - How long have you been married, Nick? - Uh, about a year and a half. - Got any kids? - Yeah, one, I got a boy, big baby boy. - Hmm. Hmm. - Almost 10 months. - That's nice. - How long you been with your wife? - Um, I lost her. We were married just shy of 16 years. She had cancer. - I didn't know. I'm sorry. - That's OK. We were talking wives. You have one. I had one. I've been asked before. Probably be easier on people if I took my ring off, but... And avoid these embarrassing little moments, but it's OK. I like talking about her. The first detail I had was... was vice. I wanted robbery-homicide, but I caught vice. - I worked vice. - I hated it. - Mm-hm. - Just hated it. I rode it to the seams, hoping to leapfrog out of there, but... no good. No dice. I'd come home just in bad shape. Pissed off. That's when I first started getting an ulcer. Just miserable. I'd lie down in her lap. She'd rub my head. Some nights she'd sing me to sleep. I'd just lie there, staring at her. - (NO AUDIO) - (SOMBRE MUSIC) - It's still the best place I've ever been. - (PEACEFUL MUSIC) - Tell you this much ` I became a much better cop the day she died. Any half-step, any hesitation I had about the job was gone. I'd see a dead-bolted door, I'd break it down and be the first one in the room. I started working joint task force, the head cracking, wrecking crew. Zombie squad. It was a diversion. You know, it was to just keep from thinking about her. I remember one night, I went with the sheriffs on a warrant raid. This dipshit was selling meth out of his apartment. It was just a stop and pop. Broke down the door, rousted the guy. I was in one of the back rooms looking for junk. And I hear something. Turn around and see these... these eyes staring at me from a closet. It was a little girl. A little 10-year-old girl, naked. Shaking like a leaf. She was scared to death. Her stepfather was pimping her out for rent. Wrapped her in my coat, carried her out to the squad car. I went back, and I beat that motherfucker half dead. - (GRUNTS) - I thought of my wife. I thought of the baby we never had. All the things about her that I hung on to. This little girl being brutalised. A little girl being abused has got nothing to do with rules and regulations and everything to do with right and wrong. It's the same thing with Calvess. - (GUNSHOT ECHOES) - (SOMBRE MUSIC) (BROODING MUSIC) - Why is he the Cookie Monster? - He loves cookies. Cos, like, every time in the morning, I want cookies for dessert. Gone, no cookies left. - No? - None. - Cos he eats them all. - Yeah. He eats cookies for breakfast. He eats cookies for dinner. He eats cookies for lunch. He eats cookies for anything. - (CHUCKLES) This one won't let me out of her sight. She drags her dad's T-shirt around with her wherever she goes. Can you say hi to the man? - Shy. - (CHUCKLES) - She's a little doll, though. - WHISPERS: Why don't you go and colour? - I want to thank you, Kathryn, for letting me come by. - Oh, it's not a problem. Thank you for bringing his things. I wasn't too thrilled about going through them, but I'm glad you brought them. (SIGHS) I haven't seen some of these pictures for a long time. - You have to forgive me, because I'm pretty convinced that anyway I go about this is the wrong way, so... - No, please. I don't mind answering questions. Did you know Mike? - No, I didn't. I never got the chance to meet him. I wish I had. I know his reputation, though. But what I need to... know more of, I think ` you know, what I'm lacking... is... Well, I worked undercover narcotics for two and a half years myself, so... I know that life can be very difficult. I know that it can be very problematic, especially with a... with a family. You know, maybe I... Maybe not. - Baby, can you go check on your sister for mommy? Go check on your sister. What are you asking me now? - Well,... I know it's personal. But did things at work adversely affect things here? Here at home. - No. - Did he tell you what it was that he was doing? - Yes. - Did that seem to bother him? - Did it bother you? - Yes, it did. - Well, there you have it. - You notice anything about his mood in the weeks before? Was there anything strange about his behaviour? - No. - Did he mention any names? Maybe there was some people that he was dealing with that came out. - (SIGHS) No. I remember the day that Mike was killed. I was putting the girls to bed, and I heard a knock. (EXHALES) And when I opened the door, Henry was standing there with tears in his eyes. - (SOMBRE MUSIC) - And I knew right away that he was gone. (SIGHS) And I remember running back to the girls' room and sitting on the edge of their bed and just... staring at them. I needed to see his face. - (KNOCK AT DOOR, GIRLS LAUGH) - Mom, somebody's at the door. - MAN: (CHUCKLES) Hi. Hi, come here you. How are you? Give me a kiss. Where's my kiss? - I have someone here. He's been asking me questions about Mike. - What? I need to talk to you outside right now. I'll be right back, OK? - Yeah. - What the fuck are you doing talking to her without me being here? - I brought her husband's things over. - Yeah, you questioned her. What for? What for?! - Is this mother-may-I? We said we're gonna do some of this on our own. - And some of this doesn't extend to her. And don't get fucking cute with me. - Get that out of my face. - If you need to know what she said about anything case-related, you refer to the file. - Yeah, I looked at the files. They're thin. - What you don't fucking do is talk to her without notifying me in advance. That's not the way we do things. - Why is that? What's the problem with me speaking to her? - Because the problem is every fucking question you asked her, she's already answered! She's been badgered and bothered by cops and cop questions for two fucking months now, and the biggest fucking problem is her husband is fucking dead! You understand? - I understand that. - Great. Don't let it happen again. - I was T-boned by a truck on my left-hand side, 200m from my house. I broke my back in three places, all my ribs on my left-hand side, five of them on my right-hand side. I spent 10 days in a coma. I actually woke up the day before my daughter was actually born. TJ: Have I done enough to wear the jersey? Gotta sweat out that fear because this is bigger than me. I do it for my fans and my family. ION4 hydration. Sweat it out witih Powerade. * - (COMPUTER BEEPS) (CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ON TELEVISION - ON TV: The greatest crowd every tonight. It's like the Roman Colosseum in here. (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - (LAUGHTER) - (TENSE MUSIC) - (SIGHS) - (INTRIGUING MUSIC) - (COMPUTER BEEPS) - (SCREAMS) - It's a burn back. It's like a table scrap junk that they stew in a free base and then shoot. That killed this guy I told you about. I think they tried to sell the same shit to Calvess. - (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Yeah? - Tellis, this is Mace in records. - Hey, what's going on? - Yeah, I got this stuff. You're looking for maps, you're looking for hits or what? - No, no, I just want hits. How many hits? - OK, I got four, and they're a little bit vague. You want the names? You got something to write with? - Yep, go. - All right. R Evans. - Yeah. - R Moseley. - Moseley. - G Parks. - Yeah. - Sheps. The last one, Sheps, he got brought in 10 months, but they booked him in ER. All that stuff I faxed` - I got that. Yeah, OK, you got an address on that? - Yeah. Maps for the last guy? I got 443 Gratiot. Unit two, I don't know how good it is but that's last address we got. - That's good enough. All right, I appreciate it. - All right, man, thanks. - They ran the comp through, and about 10 months ago, an overdose was brought into the ER, and this guy, Sheps... Wait a fucking minute. Eugene Sheps, Jesus Christ, I know fucking Eugene Sheps. I know this fucking guy. - (RAP MUSIC PLAYS) - You've been doing this all week, man. I need my money, player. I ain't messing around with you this time. I need my dough. I'm gonna hit you up later on. When I get down there, you'd better have my` Whatever. Later. - Hey, you left your door unlocked. - What the fuck? - You shouldn't do that, cos anyone can walk in. - Yo, what the fuck are y'all doing in my house, man? - No need to get up. Just wanna ask you a few questions. - What the fuck are you doing in my crib, man? (YELLS INDISTINCTLY) Fuck! - Buddy, here, you don't like that bottle? (YELLS) Fucking. Fuck, man. Fuck. - Get him up. How's that? - My fucking eyes, man. - There you go. - I'm gonna sue you motherfuckers for this shit. - A spicy little burrito, aren't you there, Eugene? How are you, my man? Take a seat. - Fuck, get off! - Take a fucking seat. - Fucking get off me, man. - How you been, Deacon, good? - Oh, fuck, man. - Oh, Jesus, you still sniffing glue, Deacon? You still sniffing glue? Isn't this shit a little dated, dog? Fucked with a bottle model glue a few years back, and you sealed your sinuses shut. You had to have them drilled. Do you remember that back then, back in the day. - How do you know that shit? - When you were still sucking back cans of hair spray? - Oh, fuck, man. - How're you making your paper these days, Eugene? - My fucking eyes! - Six months old, huh? Titan Auto. Titan Auto. You still stealing cars and cutting them up or what, boss? - What the fuck. Now I know your snitching bitch ass now, man. You're that motherfucker Grimmie, Dirty Ed or some shit. - (IMITATES BUZZER) Wrong answer. - Fuck that, man, I see you, man. You were that motherfucker hanging around with Endo Joe and shit. - Yeah? That's right. That's right. - Fuck. - You know what happened to him, right? - He up in Jackson, man. - No, no, no, he was. - What the fuck? - See, he's dead now, and he died fucking dumb talking shit to some Aryans, you know, so they peeled him back, and they shanked his bitch ass 56 times. - Fuck. - We got a lot of pals like that, don't we, huh? - Whatever, man. - I have to ask you about another dead junky, a guy named Dowd. You know him? No? No? Hey, are you listening to me? - Shut the fuck up. - Are you listening to me? - Yeah, man. - Huh? No? You see, I do. I know Dowd. I know Endo Joe. I know what happened to that little punk you used roll to with Jay Reed. I know your daddy nicknamed you Deacon, after Deacon Jones, cos he had a little thing with him. - Fuck, man. - You know how I know that, don't you? - How, man? - Cos I was, and I still am a cop. - (CHUCKLES) A fucking cop. You trying to tell me you a fucking cop? - Word. - If you a cop, why you ain't busting me back, then? - Cos you're way to little to bust, acorn. - Yo, fuck that shit, man. You're forgetting something. I used to smoke blunts with you, Mr Cop Man. - I don't give a shit what you think, asshole. It doesn't matter to me in the least, but I'm about to tell you what does matter, and you're about to fucking listen like your life depended on it. - Fuck. Yo, what the fuck, man? - A month ago, an undercover officer was murdered. Pedestrian tunnel off of Houston and West Grand. They beat him up. They put a gun to his fucking head and put a bullet through it. I don't want hear any shit about what you don't know or what you didn't do, because we both know you ain't got the nut sack for something that size. So I'm fucking positive you didn't kill him. His name was Michael Calvess. Take a gander at that buddy. - Yo, hold on a minute, man. Y'all motherfuckers come up in my fucking crib and shit. Wanna throw hot sauce and blind my fucking ass, and now you want me to help you? - Street name, Jimmy Fredericks. - Fucking crazy. - I know you know him. - Oh, my bad. - I know you know. - My bad. I know this motherfucker. I think I might have let him suck on my dick once or twice. (GRUNTS) - Come here. You wanna be bounced back to County, keep it up! I'll have you wearing half shirts and halter tops, braiding some nigger's hair! Piece of shit. - Oh, fuck man. Don't beat a man. - If you gonna act like a punk, you're gonna played like one. Now, listen, very, very carefully. They found smack at the murder scene. A mean fucking mix. Now, you took some of this exact same stuff about 10 months ago, and it nearly killed your dumb ass. You don't the chemistry or the sense God gave goats, which means you didn't do the cook. Now Dowd is dead, so who sold to you? - Whatever man. - You gonna tell us? No? - Little prick. You're a real fucking smart ass, you know that? We're tossing every inch of this place. - Fuck off, man. - Every inch! I know you got dirt here somewhere. - What are you doing, man? What's going on, man? - Where is it? - You can't do this shit, man. - Where is it?! - Oh my God. This must be one of those new refrigerator safes that lock, you dumb fuck. What's all this, huh? What's all this, huh? (LAUGHS) Oh, bagels and guns. - Oh, man. - What do you know? - You're going to prison. County D block now. Now tell us who sold you. - Chill out, man. Don't do this shit, man. - You're D block bound. D block bound. - Come on, man, fuck all this shit, man! Come on! - You're unbelievably so fucking dumb. Are you kidding me? - Who sold you? - Get off, man! - This is the last time I'm gonna ask you. - Come on! - Who sold you? Who sold you? - Get off me, man. It was fucking Darnell, man. - He's got a cop ID. He's got a shield. (TENSE MUSIC) - Fuckers, man! - (TENSE MUSIC) (PANTS) - You all right? Let me see. Where are you hit ` in the neck? - (GROANS) - Let's see. Let me call it in. I'll call the paramedics. Hang in there. I'll be right back. - (PANTS) (DISTORTED MUSIC, SCREAMING) (DISTORTED CHATTER) (MONITOR BEEPS, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - ...but other than that, I used a mild sedative. What I am actually worried about is his history of drug abuse. I would like to know more about that. - You know... - The problem is he has before. - I need to go and pick up my son. So I'm gonna be back. * - He didn't do it. I don't know if you're not listening or you don't want to listen, but he didn't do it. - Well, we've compiled enough evidence to support the contrary. - And what does that mean? What evidence? What? - That means we're closing it out. - Captain. There's absolutely no way that Sheps killed Calvess. Now, if you're closing because of that, you're way off. - Neither one of us believe that he did it. He didn't have the balls to do this. He didn't have the capabilities. He didn't have the cold blood. This guy did not do it. - And yet he had no compunction when faced with possible arrest about trying to kill both of you. This is someone of questionable mental stability with a pronounced history of drug use. - That you can pin motive on. That can ride the rap after the fact cos this is what you're gonna do lieu of. You know, you're all are jazzed up because this piece of shit that we killed, Sheps, was white. So the whole racial card gets cooled, and you can forget about the dead cop. That's what this is all about. - All right, all right. Henry ease off, all right. - What? - Ease off. - We initiated and backed this effort from the very beginning. But factually irrefutable is the following. You have a known criminal with over 40 felony and misdemeanour offenses, with a drug tie linking him directly to Calvess and possession of stolen weapons, narcotics, and identification belonging to another slain officer. Richard Tekulve was stabbed to death three years ago. - And homicide got a confession and conviction out of that, so that bullshit's irrelevant. You fucking bringing that into it for? - It still denotes illicit criminal activity. - This is un-fucking-believable. - Sheps came into possession of the ID as either a result of, participation in the murder or through association with the murderer. - This guy was a 105 pounds soaking wet. - If that. - These injuries that Calvess sustained, they only could have come from two men of considerably more size and strength. That's not even taking into account. Jesus Christ, there's no murder weapon. What are we fucking talking about here? - This matter is no longer mine, gentlemen. I apologise. - You're serious? It's the District Attorney's office. - You serious? - It's the Commissioner of Police. - That is so fucked up. - Yes, it is fucked up. - This is so fucked up. - Are we done? - You're so wrong, pal. Fucking bullshit. - I'm sorry, Nick. - I want you to stop now. This is done. - It's not. - (TAP RUNS) - You know it has to be. You know I wasn't happy, and that was fine. But this is where I hit the wall. Cos I've seen you like this before. And before I was willing to put myself through it, but I can't do it any more. - We didn't get them. We didn't get the guys that did it. We fucking... didn't do it. Cos we... I lost him. I lost him. - You know, you're running at this for all the wrong reasons. What, you think catching him is gonna make you less like them? Purified, just like Calvess? You know what, that's bullshit, Nick. Cos that's not what he was. That's not what you are. I love you. SOBS: I do. (WHIMPERS) With everything that I am. But I'm still gonna leave. Cos I can't be with you like this. I'm not trying. I'm done trying. - (SOMBRE MUSIC) (TAP RUNS) (SOMBRE MUSIC) - (PHONE RINGS, INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Tellis, you got something on your desk. - (TENSE MUSIC) - Look at this. - Where did you get a warrant? - Friends where friends count. I ran that name that Deacon gave us, Darnell. This is what came back. Darnell Berry, Big-D Love, possession, trafficking. His last arrest was pulling a gun on an officer. Look who he was booked with. - Eugene Deacon Sheps, Latroy Steeds. - Steeds. Steeds or Berry were never questioned about Mike's murder. They all used to work at Titan's Auto. It was closed down after a flood six months ago. I want to check this place out. - (ALARM WAILS DISTANTLY) - (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY) - Yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo. Check it. (RAPS INDISTINCTLY) - Hey! (SCREAMS) Fuck! (YELLS) - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER) (MUSIC STOPS, YELLING IN DISTANCE) (RAPID GUNFIRE) - (TENSE MUSIC) - (PANTS) Freeze! (RAPID GUNFIRE) - Do not fucking move! Do not move! - Fuck. (YELLS) - Get down! - Fuck you. (YELLS) - I remember the whole thing, um, from the train hitting my car... spinning me around. I can remember the sound of the window smashing, the metal crunching. The seatbelt was the first thing that I undone, and... it was then I realised that this pretty much saved my life. And now here I am, walking, telling the story. (CHUCKLES) Yeah. (BIRDS SQUAWKING, BONGO DRUMMING) Excuse me, where am I? You're lost in the procrastination place. Yeah, right. That makes sense. MAN: Slap yourself out of it. Whoo! * - Now, fucking Coolio tried to blow my head off. - (YELLS) - Darnell, let me see you. - Fuck off! - Let me fucking see you! - Get the fuck off me! (GRUNTS) - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - Here to fucking shit talk it out. - Give me my lawyer! I don't see no badge. I don't see no warrant. I ain't do shit, man! (YELLS) - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - (OVERLAPPING YELLING) - You shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up. I'm Detective Lieutenant Henry Oak of the Detroit Metropolitan police department. This is Detective Sergeant Tellis. We already know who you are, which is why we are here. You've been hiding from us cos you killed a cop. That cop's name was Michael Calvess. Jimmy Fredericks. Now, I'm going to give you the opportunity to come all the way clean on this and confess. If you choose, in your limited wisdom, to fuck around with me and force my hand, then you're both going out of here in a bag. - Fuck that! What you doing is illegal. - Just book us, man. Give me my fucking phone call. - Hey, hey! (SHUSHES) - You're gonna need a hell of a lot more than a phone call, my man. You've got a hell of a jacket on you ` multiple counts. You've got assault B and E felony possession, grand theft fucking auto. - You add to that list the murder of a decorated cop, and you've officially fucked yourself for life. - I didn't murder no fucking cop. - Enough. - I never` - (SHUSHES) Now, I'm gonna toss this place. Is there anything you want to tell me? Huh? No? Fine. (PANTS) This is next. Whose ride is this? Is this yours? This must be your fucking car, Darnell. Huh, Big D? Is this your fucking car? Is this yours? Give me the keys. - Fuck you! I ain't giving you no keys. - Say it again. Say fuck you again. Say fuck you again. Say fuck you again to me. Your ride? OK. - What is this, man, take us in. - You're gonna fuck around with me? - No. - Huh?! - No! - (CAR ALARM BLARES) - Fuck! Why'd he do that? - No! - This ain't right, man! - (SHOTGUN CLICKS, FIRES) (CAR ALARM BLARES) - Lieutenant! - (TENSE MUSIC) - (CHUCKLES) Oh, look at that. - Fuck! - (LAUGHS) What are brothers throwing a coup? You selling this shits to the Serbs? - Police issue. That's from the impound. Let's hear it. What you been doing? Uh, Holmes? You been sneaking into the impound at night? You're in a lot of fucking trouble, boys. - This is it. This is Calvess' gun. This is Mike's gun. - (TENSE MUSIC) - What the fuck are you doing with a dead cop's gun? Huh? Answer me! What are you doing with a dead cop's gun? Answer me! - Fuck that, man. I don't know nothing about no fucking dead cop's gun. - This is a police issue revolver that belongs to a slain officer. What are you doing with it? - That was not in there. - What? - That fucking gun wasn't in there. - Shut up! - (YELLS) - What are doing with it, huh? - That's fucking bullshit. It's a throwaway. - It's a what? What did you say? - You planted that. - I planted it?! Is that what you're saying? I planted it? Look at the blood on the barrel. Look at the dried blood on the trigger guard. Look at it! Who the fuck planted that, huh? Who planted that? - Come on, man. - Who planted that?! - You know you` - Listen to me. - Fuck you. - You two better get a fucking goddamn groove going right here cos you're in a life and death struggle as of right fucking now. - I want to talk to my lawyer! - What did you say? - I want to talk to my lawyer. - There are no lawyers, dumb fuck. It's just me and you, and I am in your shit for the duration. - Come on, man, you know planted that shit. - Say one more fucking thing. Please say one more fucking thing. Please. In the fucking trunk! 'No, I didn't do it.' In the trunk! What did I tell you? They get dumber every year. OK, nice and easy, OK? We'll get this over real quick, and you're gonna tell me loud and clear what happened. Two months ago, a walking tunnel off of West Grand. You found out there was an undercover cop in the group. You confronted him, you overpowered him, and you beat him. And you took his pistol off of him. You took it. You pointed it in his skull. You pulled the trigger, and you killed him. He died instantly. - That's a fucking lie. - I lied? Here, remember Jimmy Fredericks? Remember Fredericks? Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Huh? You remember him? You fucking remember him? - He was a fucking junky, man. - What did you just say? He's a fucking what? - He was a junky. - That's bullshit, Darnell! - Come on, man. We saw that motherfucker every day ` three or four times a day. - That's fucking bullshit. You're fucking lying! You're lying! You found out he was undercover. You tried to sell him a bad score, hoping it'd kill him. He didn't use, so you shot him. So you're fucking bullshit! You're fucking dealing! - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - Dealing motherfucker! Fuck you! I'm gonna kill him. - Where do you think we got them fucking cop guns from? That motherfucker used to swipe that shit, sell it for gear, and get high regularly. - Lying! (YELLS) Fuck you! He was a cop! He was a cop you killed! He had a fucking wife! He had kids! - (GRUNTS) - You piece of shit! - (YELLING) - He was a fucking junky ass addict. Motherfucker, you know who killed him! - No! Stop! - (OVERLAPPING YELLING) - No, not like this! No, stop! No! Come on. - (GROANS) - We bring them in looking like this, fucking civil liberty lawyers will crucify us. Listen, we put them under duress, this bust gets bounced at arraignment. These two will colour us Klan, and they fucking walk. They fucking walk for good. OK? We're too close. There's a kit in the car. We get it, we roll prints off the pistol. All right? You grab it. I'm gonna get on the horn and call a wagon. - No! No, no, no. No, no, no. Don't call it in. We're gonna get the confessions on tape. Then we call it in. (PANTS) I want some time alone with these two. OK? - (COUGHS) - All right. Yeah, OK. But grab the kit. All right? Look, we've got conclusive guilt. We've got the murder weapon. It's top-heavy for conviction. I'll go upstairs. I'll bag whatever peripheral evidence I can find, yeah? Let them get their fucking shit straight. Just for a minute, yeah? This makes no sense to knuckle down on them right now. - (COUGHS, SPITS) - (PANTS) Yeah. A brief reprieve. All right? So suck it up. - (COUGHS) - Yeah. - (PANTS, WHIMPERS) - (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (LOCK CLICKS) - Hey, yo, why you got to lock the door? Yo, nan, why you got to lock the door, man? Shit. - There's no fucking time. - Things are gonna get worse up in here, man. - Shut up! - I wanna make some money for my kid. If anything happen to my daughter, you better tell her... - I don't give a fuck about your` Look, hey. Look me in the eyes. - I know you. I know you way before all of this shit. You that same fool killed Elvin, man. - How do you know that? - How do you think? - Man, you think Calvess just blow his own game. Blow his own spot, man. - What the fuck are you talking about? What? - Who do think snitched you out to Dowd about being a fucking cop, man? - (YELLING) - You think that shit fell out the fucking sky or something, man? Come on, man, he came after you after Calvess told him you was 5-0. - He's a cop. He's a cop. He's one of me, man. - The fuck, you think we making this shit up for? Huh? We ain't got nothing to gain from this shit. They both dead, anyway. - Yo, man, y'all think Calvess is some kind of a fucking saint, man. that's something about the furthest thing from that motherfucker. That motherfucker. - Shut up. Listen to me, we have seconds. Make every single one of them count. Before he left, he yelled at you. You yelled back and you said he knew who killed Calvess. What does that mean? - That means that your fucking partner, Oak, is dirty, man. He's fucking lying to you. - What did you say? - He's lying to you. - He's lying to me? - Yeah, he's lying. - What's he lying about? - He's lying about what went down in that tunnel, about who killed that cop. Just about everything. Yo, why do you think we still up in here, man? It's cos he was there! - He was where? - Motherfucker. - In the tunnel. - (TENSE MUSIC) - That morning, Calvess came around. He told everybody he wanted to get some get high. 6 o'clock in the morning. We told that motherfucker, you getting me up this early, this shit better be worth my while, better have some big money. - You knew him by his real name? - Yeah, he came off for a couple of weeks. Said his name was some Fredericks something. - Jimmy Fredericks. Yeah. Go. - Yeah, but he got strung out, man. Turned straight bitch, blew his own cover. - So you knew? - Everybody knew he was a cop, just like everybody know that you and a handful of motherfuckers was cops. - Come on, man. You know, he kept us out of his reports. Tipped us off to who was getting fucking raided, who was getting got. We kept him high. - You say he supplied you with IDs. He supplied you with police IDs. - All kinds of shit, man. Badges, IDs, guns. Whenever he had no money, he'd come trade up shit. - That morning` That morning, what was his condition like that morning? - I mean, he wasn't looking too good, man ` talking all kind of crazy shit. Hands looking all shaky. So we show up in the morning. He got no money, nothing to trade. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I told him to fuck off, man. I ain't giving him shit. - (OVERLAPPING YELLING) - Before we know, this motherfucker starts straight tripping, man. Talking about he gonna arrest us and take us in if we don't comp his ass. - Then Oak showed up. - (TENSE MUSIC) - 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 motherfucker just flipped, talking about arresting us. He started reaching for his gun. - So what did you do? - I hit him, man. - (INDISTINCT YELLING) - Police motherfucker! - Cos he's reaching for his gun, you hit him. - Man, I ain't trying to get shot by nobody, especially no fucking junky all of sudden trying to be a cop. - So what, then? - He fell. Latroy hit in his face once, and then I kicked him again to keep him down. - And then we ran. And then Oak 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, man. - (GROANS) Fuck! - Fucking quickly tell me what happened then. Go. - When we was running, we heard Oak yelling at Calvess. - What the fuck are you doing, Mike? - That's when he did it. - (PANTS) He did what? - That's when he killed him, man. - (TENSE MUSIC) - What did you... What did you just say to me? - Fucking Calvess is a junky. He blew his cover, and Oak killed him, man. - Look at me straight fucking in the face and say that to me? Huh?! - You think he ain't capable of some shit like that? You think he ain't got it in him, man? He come there, see his partner all strung out like that. That motherfucker just flipped out. - Do you guys think that this is my first fucking walk in the park?! Huh? You cop selling to an officer, you cop to assaulting an officer, but now you won't cop to fucking killing him. Why? Because you want to fucking spin some fucking bullshit cos you fucking wasted him! You fucking wasted him! (PANTS) - I told you, man. - Yeah, what? - It's over, man. - Oh, yeah, it is over. It is fucking over! - (GRUNTS) - Because I gave you a fucking shot to set it straight, Darnell, and you fucking pissed it away, both of you pissed it away! So all this shit that's coming down, you brought all this shit on yourself! - (COUGHS) You must be suspicious. If you wasn't, then why the fuck 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 Kong. You understand what I'm saying? But there ain't nobody here talking about killing no cop. - Come here and try to fucking stick this shit to some niggers because he know that any time you stick some shit to some niggers, it's gonna stay stuck. - Yo, when did you find that gun in there? Huh? That gun that 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 it for us to see whose prints come up off of there. I'll bet you all the prints that come up off of there belong to your man Oak. - That's right. - He planted it, man. He put it there. - You got 10 fucking seconds, back for the record now. Go. * - Goddammit! Open the door! Hey, god... Tellis! (ROARS) What the fuck was going on in there? Why did you just lock me out? Huh? I just asked you a question. What did 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, Tekulve's ID and badge. You heard them. They're claiming Calvess supplied them with stolen police issue to make junk buys. Can you explain that, cos I am having a hell of a lot of trouble figuring it out. - Exactly how long after I left did you let those liberal stirrings in you spill out all over the fucking floor? - From the position I'm in, I don't like where you're putting me in to ask these questions. Now, were you following him? It's not an indictment if you did, but if you did, I need to know that, 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 want to fucking talk. All right, we'll talk. Mike was making a bust that morning. He had enough going against them to make an arrest. He needed backup. Off-roster. - Why? - Because he wanted to bring them 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. You shot them as they fled the scene. - What? What did they say to you? - ON RECORDING: That motherfucking Oak started shooting. He shot Calvess and killed Calvess, and then he killed Calvess so that somebody could take the fall. - You must be out of your fucking mind! As much as he meant to me, you call up my integrity! My commitment to that kid! You're gonna let these fucking low-life pieces of shit smear that? - It's gotten past us. We're bringing them, we're taking them in. - Huh?! You're fucking with something you can't possibly understand. - I'm taking them in. It's over now. - You're a fucking joke. You know that? You're a fucking joke! Your whole career's a fucking joke. A complete fucking washout. You popped that needle freak in the park, and in the process, you hit that fucking woman with a stray bullet, costing her a bouncing baby. - Enough! - Fucking her up for life! - Enough! Stop! Shut the fuck up! - Come on. - You're a lie. - Come on. - A fucking lie. I got this from child welfare. (PANTS) 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. Did you know that little girl, Lieutenant? I think you do. (PANTS) You sealed her records till she was 18. I know you wanted to adopt her. She's in and out of trouble for years and years, and in and out of foster homes. A handful of arrests, mostly drug related. You had them 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. - Nick, this is a good friend of mine, Art Harlan. He's with the coroner's office. - He signed her out of all those clinics. See, I saw the signatures. Shit. You made sure that Harlan was the active ME on the Calvess case, didn't you? Didn't you? - It might have a connection to Mike. - Calvess? What the hell are you doing with that? I thought we were closing it out. - So, he could doctor the autopsy, right? Alter the lab reports, make him look clean. Made Calvess look clean. He's as dirty as you are ` a filthy, fucking needle-ridden junky. And you fucking knew it, you motherfucker. You motherfucker. I'm calling this in right now. - Your gun and your shield on the ground now. I am so far from fucking with you. - You're putting a gun in my face. You're threatening my life. - I'm gonna take your life. Gun and shield on the ground now. - You're a fucking lie. You just wanted me to back your bullshit, sell your story so you could railroad those poor pricks in there. (COUGHS) (PANTS) (GROANS) You pulled her out of all that shit, didn't you. You just couldn't afford to break her heart again. You just couldn't do it. (GRUNTS) I get it, man. I get it. He was a fucking addict. I mean, how long is it before he starts pimping her out, right? (GRUNTS) All hopeless, right? Everything he did was hopeless, didn't matter. (GROANS) You just took this case so you could bury him. Oh Good. Yeah. Kill me. Kill me just like you killed him. Come on, buddy. - I'm going back in there and finish this up. - Come on. - Go home. - What? - No. - This bullshit's over! You destroyed his life, his family. You fucked it all up! So now you two are gonna tell me that you killed him. - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) - (TENSE MUSIC) - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) - He identified himself. He attempted to make an arrest. You overpowered him, and you shot him. Say it! You say it, and you get out of here. You think I'm fucking with you? - (COUGHS) - You think I'm fucking with you? - (GROANS) - You think I'm fucking with you? - (BOTH SCREAM) (SCREAMING) - You ready to talk? - (GROANS) - (COUGHS) - You ready to talk? This is Calvess' gun. This is his gun. This is the gun that you used to kill him. See it? See the gun? Take it. Take it in your hands! - (YELLS) - Take it in your fucking hands. Grip his gun! - (BOTH YELL) - Grip his gun! - (GROANS, SOBS) - You are going to tell me calmly. Remember, I got two bullets left. One for this head and one for this. - Turn! - You understand. - Drop your weapon! Step away from the suspects! - Say it! - (YELLS) - You killed Calvess! Say it! - I will shoot you where you stand! - 'I killed Calvess!' I killed Calvess! - (GROANS) - Say` Shut up! Shut up! - (BOTH YELL) - Say it! - I killed Calvess. - (YELLING) (BOTH SCREAM) (COUGHING, YELPING) - Don't you fucking leave this with me, Oak. Don't you fucking do that. I need to know. I need to know, cos there was no bust. There was no fucking bust. You killed him. You were there to fucking kill him. That's what you did, goddammit. You knew what he was. You knew what he was. You planted the fucking gun cos he was a junky. I know you fucking did, and you killed him. You gotta fucking tell me that. - (GROANS) - Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me. - They ruined him. - Who? - They made him that way. They made him a junky. The department takes everything. The pension, everything, and the family gets nothing. Kathy gets nothing. - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Don't fucking lie. You tell me the truth. You tell me the fucking truth. Look at me. Look at me. Do not fucking go! Tell me! - (OMINOUS MUSIC) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (INDISTINCT YELLING) - Fuck you, man! - I will bust you for this shit. - Right here. - (TENSE MUSIC) - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - Hey, yo, what the fuck, man? This mother! Fuck, let's go. Come on. - Hey! Hey! - Ow! - (YELLS) (YELLS) - Give me the gun! - What the fuck are you doing here, man?! Huh? What're you doing, Mike? - (GROANS) - What the fuck you doing? I'm taking you out. - No. - I'm taking you out, Mike, and I'm getting you help. - I don't want fucking help! You're not taking me anywhere! I'm not going out! - You're high right now! Look at me! Do you have any idea what you're doing to Kathy? - (GROANS) - You know what you're doing to the girls, Mike? You know what they mean to me, and you're fucking that up! You're pissing away your entire life, Mike! I won't have it! I won't have it! I heard about this, and I fucking waited! I ignored it! Why Kathy didn't tell me, I have no idea. But that's it. It's over. I'm sorry I took so goddamn long, but it's over! - (SOMBRE MUSIC) - Oh my God! Oh, fuck. Oh my God, Mike. Oh my God. Mike. Mike! Mike! Jesus. Jesus Christ. (PANTS) (HYPERVENTILATES) (SOBS) (CRIES) Oh, Mike. Oh my God, I'm sorry. Oh my God, I'm sorry. - (SOMBRE MUSIC) - (SIRENS APPROACH) (SOMBRE MUSIC) (NO AUDIO) (SOMBRE MUSIC) (POIGNANT MUSIC) (ECLECTIC MUSIC) Captions by Able. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able (CALM ROCK MUSIC) (UPBEAT MUSIC) - # For all those that want to analyse me. # For all those that want to analyse me. # Starts off in the hips. # Move to my lips. # For all those who want to analyse me. # My mother committed suicide when I was 4 or 5. # I loved my girl, was killed by a psycho. # But I'm not sad or sorry, # cos we be tomorrow. # Cos we be tomorrow. # For all those who want to analyse me. # For all those who want to analyse me. # My mother committed suicide when I was 4 or 5. # I loved my girl, was killed by a psycho. # But I'm not sad or sorry, # cos we be tomorrow. # Next month. # Next month. # I guess I'm weak. # I guess I'm weak. # But I'm not sad or sorry. - # We prosecute, so we keep away in shame. - # Cos we be tomorrow. - # It's now, baby. # Don't go in your head. # Just remember. - # Killed by a psycho. - (MUSIC FADES) (TENSE MUSIC) (SOMBRE MUSIC) (SOMBRE MUSIC) (HAUNTING MUSIC)