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wrong bloke. Cops' work isn't my game.

Do you think I don't know

what went down a few years ago?

What do you mean?

Between you and your pal, Leo McCarthy.

Let's get one thing straight.

McCarthy and I were never pals.

The way I heard it,

he got kicked off the force

because of a case

he was involved in with you.

Looks to me you guys did OK.

Maybe you also heard that the lady

I was living with at the time was killed.

You'll be in and out of the place

before you even break a sweat.

That's what they said the last time.

If there's one thing I've learned,

it's that nothing is as simple

as people say it is. Do you want a beer?

No, I don't want a beer. I'm asking you to

work for the NYPD. It's a straight-up thing!

The only person I work for now is myself.

That way, I always know who to trust.

Sorry I can't help you, Mike.

All right.

Let me ask you something. If a guy like

this came after Kim, what would you do?

Why not?

Hey, you degenerates, get outta here!

This is a new one.

Whaddaya think?

I'm truly flattered!

OK...

Now...

The microphone is in the left breast.

You press here if you want to talk to Silak.

Great, they talk!

And this... is so you can hear Silak.

Put that in your ear.

Now?

If you wanna talk to me,

you use this watch.

On, off, and I beep ya.

- All right?

- Gotcha.

Here we go.

- I don't know about this, Rollie.

- Believe me, it'll work.

You're a knockout!

Wanna come for a drink after work?

- Would you get outta here?!

- I'm just asking.

OK. Kylie.

Mike'll give you your cue,

then you do everything we've rehearsed.

- And you're not gonna be here?

- In spirit.

Damn Silak! Lt'd be simpler, Rollie,

if you stuck around and worked this stuff.

Don't worry. I'll be keeping an eye on ya.

What's that?

- A camera.

- You're kidding me!

- The latest technology.

- A little paranoid, huh?

If there's any problems,

I'll beep you on the watch.

My kid's right. You're all right.

- Wish I could say the same about you!

- Mike, you read me?

What's going on up there? Where's Tyler?

He's leaving now.

Mike?

Mike, I'm tellin' ya, nothing goes down

until Tyler's ass is on the street.

Roger, boss. I'm out.

There he is.

Mike?

Your man's on his way in.

Let's go.

McQuay!

Santoni, you stay here.

Kill that bulb, will ya?

- Here we go.

- All right.

Showtime, Mikey!

Play the cheap seats.

We got him!

What?

Good...

Real good.

Get down and come on through.

Stay low!

That's it.

Stay low. Great! You're doin' good.

Come on.

Let me help you up.

- How'd I do?

- You deserve a Tony! Now it's my turn.

- Break a leg.

- Yeah.

Bye.

Mike.

- What's the matter, Rollie?

- There's too much smoke.

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