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¿Eres nuevo?

Sí.

¿De donde eres?

Sí.

What's your story, pal?

All right! Freeze. Everybody stay right where you are.

All right, this is a police raid!

What the hell's happening?

If you're clean, nobody gets hurt!

Freeze, goddamn it!

Hey, come on, now. Let's settle down.

Don't move! Don't move your hands!

Anything found on the floor belongs to you!

Hold it!

All right. Relax. Relax!

Es puta coño.

All right, four lines.

You, over there. Make four even lines.

You've got no goddamn right to do this, you big goddamn ape.

Haven't you ever heard of goddamn Constitutions?

Hey, Sweet, you're the funniest thing since sneakers.

I hope you're circumcised,

because your freedom depends upon a matter of interest.

Now, send him to the circumcision division

and charge him with violation of the penis code.

- You big prick. - All right. Get in line.

- I'm clean, Eddie. I swear it. I'm clean. - Clean, my ass.

The last time you were clean was in your Communion suit.

Now, look at your arms.

You got more tracks than a Long Island railroad.

All right, I want your name, where you live.

Hey, Billdock, you do have a mother's instinct.

You keep this stuff warm long enough, it hatches into a 237-pound monkey.

Jesus! I can't go away again.

Everybody goes when the whistle blows.

I don't know, Eddie. They look clean.

What do you expect? Sweet William's always clean.

But Chico's gotta be dirty.

For now, we'll book them for consorting with each other.

That way, the photo unit'll get a new picture of them, if nothing else.

- Right. Give the officer your name,

address and social security number.

You, too, baby. Come on.

- (WOMAN CRYING) - All right, folks, you can all leave.

Come on, for God's sake. Get out of here!

Come on. Come on.

Mucho quicko. Let's go.

Get over there in the corner! You!

- Come on, move it along! - Give me identification.

Come on! Move!

Hey, you, pick that up!

Move up there!

- Yo, sister, get your ass in line over there. - Girls, over here. Come on.

Date of birth?

Hey! Hey, you!

Hey, you little spic! Hey, you!

Where you goin'?

Hey, you!

All right, move it. Everybody in.

Watch your step. Come on.

Move it, goddamn it. Get in there.

Come on, get on there. Now listen, sweetheart...

Chico!

You taking a little air, Chico?

You got no place to go but down, buddy.

Grab a cloud.

I don't understand you spics.

You get the best deal in the world up here.

Took you out of the banana trees, gave you shoes, gave you welfare.

Even learned how to speak English.

But you gotta break the law. You just gotta break it.

Why is that, hmm?

You're giving us a lot of shit, you know?

But you took away one thing.

You took away our orgullo.

Our pride, maricón coño.

Maricon ? Now, what does that mean?

It means "faggot".

Faggot, huh?

Bet you've taken it up the chocolate covered speedway yourself a few times.

How do you say it in spic? The culo , right?

Now you tell me about it, Chico.

You like it up there in Green Haven?

I bet they thought you was pretty.

Some of them big spades having you chewing on their liquorice sticks?

Hey, Eddie!

- (THUDDING) - (SCREAMING IN CROWD)

Shit.

Ryan, what's wrong? Don't you like Puerto Ricans?

Ryan, you pig, how many Puerto Ricans you killed this year already?

Hey, you spic-hater! Come on, try it with me!

Hey, Ryan, why don't you kill some of your own kind?

You pig, Ryan! You pig Puerto Rican hater!

Detective Ryan, what happened?

Did you really push that guy off the roof?

Mr Ryan, do you realise that by disguising yourself as a Puerto Rican,

your actions constituted entrapment?

Detective Ryan, are you a racist?

You know, you're going to hear

from the Civil Liberties Union on this one.

Commissioner, was there any pressure from City Hall on this one?

Wasn't there a time when you got in trouble

once before with the Puerto Ricans?

Eddie, you think you can beat this one?

What did I tell you, Eddie? This time you went too far.

Did he jump off that roof, or did you help him a little?

I was making an arrest,

one of 26 made that night, and he tried to get away.

Commissioner, how long did deliberations take?

Detective Ryan, how do you feel about Puerto Ricans?

It has been the opinion of this board

that Detective Edward Ryan be suspended

pending action by the grand jury,

police department trial,

and a determination to be made by the Police Commission.

This is the way it ends, huh?

What do you mean, ends? You're going to get a departmental trial.

Departmental trial? Who are you kidding?

You know, cops are always guilty until proven innocent.

Especially when you throw spics off buildings.

Give it a chance. It may work out for ya.

Chance, my ass.

Before, when a cop killed a guy,

he was automatically transferred, not suspended.

Look at Jerry Hannon. It took him eleven months to go to trial

and they still threw him off.

Yeah. That was a shame, but that's not going to happen to you, Eddie.

Any chance of getting GiGi to work on it?

Not a chance.

They sent him up to Bronx Park to chase peeping Toms and squirrels.

Just my luck.

Hey, you thick-headed Irish bastard.

Why don't you treat it as a couple of days off?

Take yourself to a ball game. Go out and get drunk.

Get laid.

Yeah, might as well.

I'm sure getting fucked around here.

Eddie, you'll always be a cop to me. You know that.

If there's anything I can do for ya, just gimme a call, huh?

I will.

Listen, have you got any plans? Do you know what you're gonna do?

What do jammed-up cops always do?

Take it easy, pal, huh?

Hey, bartender! Scotch on the rocks.

Hey!

Hey!

How are ya?

You're under arrest, eh?

What's the charge?

Impersonating a bartender.

How you been, GiGi?

This is my new partner. Frankie Diaz, Eddie Ryan.

- Heard a lot about you. - Pleasure. What can I get you?

- Same as usual. - Scotch rocks, with a twist.

How's the family? Joey? Lea?

Lea's losing all her teeth.

Yeah?

What do you hear?

Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. It's been five weeks now.

Twist, please.

Yeah. So, what about you?

Strictly Mickey Mouse.

- Yeah? Bartender!

Can you hit me again with a Scotch on the rocks?

It's a bad deal.

All I heard of him, it's demeaning.

Hey, it could happen to any of us.

So it can't be all Mickey Mouse.

Well, there's, er...

You know, it's mostly locking up guys

for illegal possession of a stickball bat.

Caught a murder one.

Yeah, you know, wife kills husband.

Husband kills wife, three kids, and himself.

Page four of that Puerto Rican paper.

Social notes.

Tell me, er... you getting laid, at least?

Some piece of work, eh?

You sticking to your own kind, huh?

- A nice girl, GiGi. Oh, I'm sure.

A plain-clothes nun if I ever saw one.

Go into the head and get ahold of yourself.

Yeah.

- Come on. I got to go. - What? You just got here.

See you around.

I'll see ya, Eddie.

Take it easy.

Honey, I'll get it.

Yeah?

Yeah, this is Ryan.

What the hell time is it, for Christ's sake?

GiGi?

Bullshit. I seen him myself, tonight.

Well, last night. Whenever the hell it was.

Around midnight, with his new partner.

Jesus. Jesus Chr... Oh, no.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah... where?

Fourth Avenue and Carroll... The 82? He doesn't even work there!

What is it?