Brooklyn's Finest Page #2

Look. This thing is

obviously weighing on you.

So release it.

Confess your sin.

Pray for forgiveness.

I don't want God's forgiveness.

I want His f***ing help.

What? Is that so hard?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Let's just... let's do a few

"Hail Mary"s and go, okay?

Let's... thank you.

Thank you.

This has been really good.

Thank you.

"Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee;

blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is

the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death. Amen."

Thank you.

Sal.

All right, everybody.

Listen up. Give me your ears.

The BK projects,

you all know it.

18 buildings, 15,000 residents.

The highest crime area

in the highest crime precinct.

Good morning, Sal.

Thanks for joining us.

Larceny, rape, prostitution...

it even takes the crown for kidnapping.

- It's estimated that over...

- Yo.

- What do you hear? What do you say?

- Not too much.

Oh, f***.

Hey, what do you know about...

what's his name? ...Bobby Powers

with CI? You hear about that?

- Carlo?

- Yeah.

Found him with his face blown off

in a Town Car over by the cemetery.

Oh. They got any leads on that?

Carlo was a grade A a**hole.

Everyone's a lead. Why?

No, nothing.

It's just... you know.

And now, the media

shovelling sh*t on our badges

over the shooting

that took place there.

We have to remind the public

that one man from this unit

cannot stain

the sum total of our efforts;

That we are not in the business

of harming the public but of helping it.

We've been entrusted

with the responsibility to protect

those who cannot protect themselves.

This is where

we accomplish that, gentlemen.

Hey, Eddie, what are you doing here?

The bars close early?

I heard you let

another cuffed perp escape.

What's that, about six now?

Is he f***ing laughing at you?

- Laughing? Are you laughing at me?

- I'll just slap your f***ing mouth.

- Whoa whoa!

- I just wanna talk to him.

- No, just... don't...

- Are you laughing at me, man?

Forget about him. Come on.

Forget about him. Come on.

F***ing burn out, man.

Nobody want you here, man.

Let's go.

Hey, you got my f***ing "Playboy"?

- That's my "Playboy."

- That's mine.

- You boys starting trouble?

- No, Captain. No, sir.

Dugan.

See me in my office.

Five minutes.

I forget to fill something out?

Everything went fine.

Retirement's gone through.

Great.

How are you doing, Eddie?

You know.

The wife?

You know.

Here's the deal.

Our commissioner,

he believes in this new program

that puts rookie cops

in the highest crime areas.

So they want

seasoned hairbags like you

breaking these recruits in.

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