Edison (Edison Force) (Edison)

You're a big venue now.

Global commerce,

sports franchises,

chit-chat cafés.

But you don't get it, because you don't see it.

Life is not what you think it is.

Because of guys like us,

you can go on thinking it,

till reality sets in.

Reality's a motherfucker.

The first thing you do when it hits you

is wonder where we are.

We do our shit.

You do yours.

But remember...

It's a dirty world.

And without us, it'd be a whole lot dirtier.

Welcome to Edison.

Heads up. Two harbor cops just showed up.

We got problems in here. If they come near the bank, shoot 'em.

Any units near 12th and Plaza, respond to a silent alarm at the Plaza Bank.

Approach with caution.

We got it.

What was that?

You're out of your fucking mind! You know that?

Fuck!

- You want onions with that? - Yeah.

There you go.

What was that?

Stay down! Stay down!

Go!

Get in the car!

What are you doing? Get in the car!

Stay calm. I know you're hurt.

Don't move.

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Okay buddy. I know you're hurt. Get you to your feet, okay?

All your friends are dead, fuckhead.

It's just me and you now.

Huh?

Come on GI Joe. Come out and play.

Come on.

Drop the gun, walk away. Or I'll kill her.

Close your eyes, sweetheart. You don't wanna see this.

It's okay.

It's okay. Come on. Come on. It's okay, it's okay.

Just a flesh wound.

It's okay. You're all right.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

That bad man's not gonna hurt you anymore.

It's okay.

- On your knees! - Come on!

- What's goin' on? - Lock your fingers behind your head!

- Put your hands behind your head! - Come on, crack whores!

Look at that China White, man! Look at that China fuckin' White!

That's my money, too. That's all my money.

- Motherfucker! Bullshit! - Okay, fuckhead.

- You squatters? - Fuck you talkin' about?

- You own this house? - No.

- What about you, huh? - No.

- You got a lease? - No.

You got a mortgage?

Boy, you guys fucked up tonight!

Don't look at me. Don't fuckin' look at me!

Okay, this is how it works.

You never saw us.

We never saw you.

The world just keeps fuckin' turnin'.

- You ain't takin' us in? - Nah.

Got to, old school. We answer up, get capped for losin' that shit.

Yeah? Well, maybe you should leave town.

Motherfuckers!

We'll get his license. Rat his motherfucking ass out to the Feds.

Tired of this bullshit.

Fuck that. Welcome to the majors.

It gets easier after the first one.

Him.

Rafe.

Not ready, bro?

I'll take care of this shit.

The fuck? Oh, you motherfucker!

You fuckin' spit at me? I'll fuckin' kill you!

Ah, Jesus!

Jesus, Jesus!

Jesus!

Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Stop cryin'.

I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?

Isiaha. Isiaha Charles. I just moved here with my mom, man.

Who's he to you?

I just met him. He gave me a job.

Where'd you do time?

I've never done time before, never.

- You never did time? - No.

Oh! That is good shit.

You want some?

I'm good.

All right.

This is how it's gonna work.

Your buddy was smokin' crack and he got fuckin' crazy

and he came at you with a knife.

Now, tell me what happened.

My buddy, he got fuckin' crazy...

and he came after me with a knife.

Which is when Sergeant Lazerov and I entered the domicile

in response to a domestic disturbance

and saw the defendant fire one round from a bulldog.

- Is this the bulldog you refer to? - Yes.

Is this the knife you pried from the deceased's hand?

Yes.

- What was he doing with it? - Attempting to stab the defendant.

Now after the deceased... deceased,

did the defendant offer any resistant?

No.

Did he say anything?

He cried, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus."

Cried? What do you mean he cried?

- What do you mean he cried? - He cried, "Jesus..."

That's enough!

- Jesus! Oh, my God! Jesus! - That's enough. That's enough, Officer Deed.

You may step down.

Thank you.

There will be a 10 minute recess. We'll reconvene at quarter past the hour.

- What the hell was that? - Testifying.

- To The Second Coming? - Back off!

Officer Deed?

Officer Deed.

Yeah.

- Why did the defendant just thank you? - Who are you?

- Josh Pollack. Heights Herald. - The Jewish handout?

- It's a community weekly. - The guy is Jewish? You're shittin' me!

I don't know he's Jewish.

And what do you care?

You busted him in Ashtown, that's adjacent to the Heights.

Tell our Jewish friends not to worry. They can still walk to worship.

So why'd he say thank you?

It's a manslaughter and possession beef.

- It could've been murder. - So why did FRAT catch this?

Talk to public affairs.

Officer Deed, can you tell me why FRAT is cruising the streets?

Talk to public affairs.

Guy thanked you?

Jack-off.

I hate that fuckin' guy.

- Who's that? - Wallace. Pussy.

Hey.

How'd court go, Frank?

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Something I should know?

No. Same old, same old.

Deed's first murder testimony.

Yep. Weapons possession. 18 months.

Rafe. Inspection Monday.

Be sure you're there.

Pollack.

Pollack!

Pollack.

Sir?

What are you doing?

Article on the murder trial.

I told you to put the verdict on the police blotter.

- That's a sentence, not a tome. - It's a legitimate story.

Then find a legitimate paper to publish it. All I want is the verdict, okay?

Fraud.

Sorry, did you say something?

No, sir. I didn't.

That's what I thought.

Actually I said fraud.

Did you now?

You know why The Times won't hire you, Pollack?

You don't do the work.

A thousand words, not a single fact except for the verdict.

Everything else is unsupported supposition.

FRAT wouldn't talk to me.

So, the point of covert police work is not to talk about it.

This incident is public record, sir!

Involving undercover police who'd like to keep a low profile, so they can sleep at night.

You can't imply nefarious activity, because a felon whispered thank you to one of them!

- I qualified it with a question. - You qua...?!

Watch my lips, son. You're not qualified to qualify.

Nobody cares what you think.

Only what you know and you don't know diddly, 'cause you don't do the work!

Which is unfortunate, because this is about as well written as you are uninformed.

You know what?

I think you should try novels. You're fired.

This isn't a real paper anyway.

Perfect for you. Lazy little shit.

Get out while you can.

Shit!

Rafe.

Don't make yourself crazy. You're gonna give yourself a hernia.

Come on. Let's go to bed.

All right. You want the free range Chicken Kiev with scalloped potatoes,

or a mellage of July vegetables over risotto in a bell pepper sauce?

I would like a meal prepared to order, not manufactured for distribution.

Ashford was right.

About what?

All this articulate conjecture wrapped around one fact.

Isiaha Charles, was convicted of illegal weapons possession.