Thought a cop that works the Intelligence Unit
might be a little more attentive, but...
Can I help you with something, friend?
Well, if there's anything you do want to share,
it'll stay between you and Internal Affairs.
You want dirt... dig elsewhere.
Preferably about six feet down,
then jump in. I'll do the rest.
Hey, look. If I wanted dirt,
I'd just drop by the sixth floor.
The detectives there love to play in the mud,
staining anybody nearby.
Now's not the time to make new friends.
You forgot this.
I don't have physics today.
Don't you have lab on Tuesdays?
It's next quarter. You know that.
If you wanted another hug, you just had to ask.
I'm so sorry, baby.
I shouldn't have put all that on you.
Mom, you've apologized like a million times.
But you shouldn't have had to see me like that.
Look, I want you to know... I'm putting Stahl
and that whole nightmare in the past, where it belongs.
Trust me, I'm fine returning to my bubble.
It's much less stressful.
I mean it.
I won't let Stahl in my head again.
I'm gonna be late. I love you.
I love you too, sweetie.
My house? Seriously?
Late for your Internal Affairs meeting?
I passed last week.
Standard procedure for lethal use of force.
Did you tell them anything about me?
You think I survived ten years by blabbing to IA?
Well, I just got warned off talking to you by an IAB officer.
And he got you so rattled you came running to me?
My boss has friends in Internal Affairs!
Which has friends everywhere.
He's probably fishing, or sending you a message.
Do you want me to check for a leak?
I want you to tell me if they know
we've exchanged information.
One or both of us may be under surveillance,
but I haven't been talking to IAB.
My partner Parker told me the same thing
right before my unit killed him for it.
If you think that you're next,
then do something about it.
Expose what Parker knew.
Why was he talking to Internal Affairs?
You need to forget you know me,
and if you have any kind of survival instinct...
don't make any more moves.
It's three shots. That's excessive for a robbery.
Yeah, and more precise pattern
than your average liquor-store gunslinger.
I recognize the signature.
You think he went to a reporter different than Nate
to prove his son's innocence in Nava's murder?
I thought I was pretty persuasive.
Someone finish your homework, Loman?
What, did Linda get sick of you leaving the toilet seat up?
Domestic abuse funny to you, Tess?
I thought you silenced him.
Not as permanently
as intelligence would have preferred.
Is that what you were discussing last night
on your date with Carrot Top?
He thanked me for taking care of his loose ends.
Probably already knew he was coming here in the morning.
Did this intelligence officer ask you how you knew
that their patsy's father was talking?
He didn't know about Nate.
But they seem to know just about everything else.
You think we led them here?
You find your Ginger boyfriend and his pal,
and you sit on them,
and you don't let them get near Nate.
Both of you, keep eyes on my son.
-沃兹 你去哪 -去阻止第三次世界大战
- Yo, Woz, where you going? - To prevent World War III.
Blatant vandalism and consumer theft.
Wait until Internal Affairs hears about this.
I'll cop to the vandalism, but it's not theft
if you've already paid for it... twice.
Guess the real issue is if Internal Affairs
already knows about it, who else does?
My mom would probably get a call.
I heard a rumor that your department has a leak.
I love rumors. They always allow me
to learn things about myself that I never knew.
A dead NYPD Intelligence Officer?
That's not sufficient confirmation
that you guys need a plumber?
You're suggesting that Detective Parker
set a rendezvous with IA,
and that's what got him murdered?
He wasn't killed in the line of duty
by a suspect that you yourself put down?
Isn't that the kind of urban legend
that keeps you guys in business?
Not if it runs into actual evidence.
So you guys were not talking to Parker?
Cop gets killed,
I'm forced to entertain malfeasance by other cops.
What makes you go there?
Just working a hypothetical.
Well, unfortunately, we're beyond that stage.
You know, ballistics confirmed that every bullet
in the Sunrise Cafe
not discharged by Officer Parker,
including the one in his skull,
were fired by the suspect that you put down.
So all the slugs in the diner matched the ones
in the parking lot where I shot Morris.
Inconsistent with your story.
That surprise you, Detective?
- What's this? - Said you were starving.
Is this your way of calling me fat?
Everybody knows the first rule of a stakeout
is get the food before you start.
Do you recognize this 9 mil?