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- F.B.I.! Don't move!
Go on! Do the doon!
- Move! Move! Move! Move!
He's in the closet!
He's in the closet!
In the closet! Hit him! Hit him!
Open it. Open it.
Open it! Give me the fuckin'-
Give me the fuckin'light!
Give me an update from the medic.
How are my guys?
We'll do it foon by foon.
Now tear this building down.
The whole squad's assembled, sir.
I got'em in here as soon as you called.
Nobody gets in.
He's got a black man
that the F.B.I. is trying to lynch.
Excuse me, sir. If you're talking about
Robert Randolph, he's a drug dealer.
- We've had him on our books.
- I believe the man is speaking.
I need this Randolph.
I need to bring him in.
Now, the mayor's called off the F.B.I.
They're off. They're out of it.
I need you to go out there,
find this man and bring him in alive.
Have you got anything?
Can you give me something?
- I've got banks, I've got promotions.
- What do you think?
He yanked you off the case once, he'll do it again.
It's a can of worms.
Just lay back and watch it like a play.
I don't know what else I can say.
Sir, we, uh- My partner.
We had this Randolph, my partner and I.
His brother-in-law, a year or two ago, Willie Sims,
who were very tight in the old days.
- You know the whereabouts of this Sims?
- Well, yes, sir. He's a creature of habit.
- How long have you known this?
And why didn't you come forward?
- Well, sir, we were yanked off the case.
- The F.B.I. -You know, the F.B.I. -
- You could've passed a tip to them.
Well, sir, they say never kiss an F.B.I. agent
because then you might have to take him to dinner.
I don't get it.
I don't get the fuckin' humor.
- I -
- We got a black man killed. The mayor's besieged.
You don't come forward till Mr. Walker's handing
out promotions, and you come up with a joke.
It's no joke, mister.
If it was a white man, wouldn't be no joke.
- You work for this city?
or aren't you?
Yes, sir. We were told to stand down.
The lieu passed it down. This case didn't exist.
Do you have something? What do you have?
I'm saying, but the F.B.I. -
What have you got?
Well, then you bring him in.
- Who was that?
He's our hostage negotiator. Good cop.
Fine record. Twenty-two citations for valor.
Look, you have to bear with me
because I am not gonna eat this attitude.
- We got the city burnin' -
Hey, pally, I don't need you to wax my car.
I need you to go out and do what you're paid to do.
Dale, there'll be
a lot of reporters out there.
- Mr. Patterson! Mr. Patterson!
- What did you say?
- I said, do your job.
- Mister, I'm trying to do my job.
- And you got an answer for everything.
Is that it, smart guy?
Detective Robert Gold?
Barracks room lawyer. Is that it?
- No. I - Sir.
- Mr. Rattenson.
-It seems you're -
- I'm what?
I'm through with you, Mr. Gold.
- How would you like to be suspended?
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