Congratulations, Learner. You cracked your first case.
Thank you, Lieutenant Hickey. Learned a lot from you, sir.
You knew. Didn't you?
If I was in Mike's shoes,
I might have done the same thing he did.
And slept well.
These guys put their lives on the line every single day hunting down assholes.
We sleep good at night,
because these guys deal with the ugly shit,
so we don't have to.
That's why the rules matter. I'm after the truth.
The truth is that sometimes the department doesn't protect your family
after you spent your whole life protecting everybody else's.
Most of them are good people.
Good men and women.
But when a police officer comes from war,
they're a different kind of cop.
Their life, their job...
They'll never be the same again.
Doing what's gotta be done takes on a different meaning,
and another type of war starts.
Where are you hit?
How are we gonna get out of here?
A helicopter. What do you think?
After a few years of active duty,
Thornton and Moran joined the New York City Police Department
as undercover narcotics cops during the crack epidemic of the nineties.
They went from eating sand to pounding the pavement under yours truly.
They can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
But wherever they went, you always knew they'd be in it together.
Only death was gonna separate those two.
Hey, hermano,relax. We're just having some fun.
You don't get high on your own supply, cabrón.
Hey, hey. Let's go.
Hey, yo, I-- I seen it.
They're all in there waving it around, shit-bragging.
There's a lot of motherfuckers up in and out of there all high and shit.
What's he wearing?
What's up with his girl?
I-- I don't know, man. You-- I don't know.
It's gray, black, some-- some shit.
I don't know, man. I didn't-- I didn't catch that.
Gracias.You stay low.
Yeah. All right.
Our guy's there. He got a buddy in there.
Another day, another door.
Entry to the leader. CI states two suspects present.
Possession of gun.
Rock and roll, boss.
Unit, stand by for the green.
Hey, yo, Papi.You good?
- Yeah, I'm good. You the same? - Yeah? Yeah.
- Mm-hmm. - Anyone holding?
What you want?
I want you to kiss that motherfucking concrete.
Yeah, nigga. Yeah, drop that shit, huh.
Don't fuck around. Yeah, spread that shit.
- What you got on you, motherfucker? - Ain't got shit.
Don't lie, nigga. What the fuck you got? Hmm?
Told you I ain't got shit, man.
What the fuck is this? Okay.
Okay. Lie now.
Put your hands behind your back. Don't fucking move.
Got your ass now.
Okay, unit. You got the green.
Police! Raise your hands! Raise your hands!
Get down! Get down on your back! Everybody down!
Who are these fucking--
Shut your fucking mouth! Get the fuck out!
Where are you going so fast, flaco?
Shut your mouth!
Shut your fucking goddamn mouth!
- What's her story? - She's bragging about her boyfriend
- fucking killing a cop. - Tom, Tom.
It's not worth it. He's a cop killer. We need the case.
What's been going on with your guy?
He's got a car-alarm remote. No keys.
Wanna give it a whirl?
Sure. Stand by.
One of our cops is dead.
Benito, you're looking at life for killing a cop,
and that is a long-ass stretch of 22.
But I didn't kill no cop.
Hey, I believe you, but you was there.
So you're swinging with your boy,
unless you own this.
You make yourself look good by saying,
"Yes, I am a drug dealer."
You know? "But I don't kill cops."
And then you tell us what Renaldo did,
and you got another big problem.
We found a ton of shit in your crib,
so we need your connect.
I don't wanna sell drugs. I've got a kid.
I need to feed my family. There's things I gotta do, man.
Hey, man, I'm listening.
I'm not judging you.
We all do what we gotta do for our family,
even if that means that doing what's right by them
ain't exactly right.
But you're not doing them any good if you go away, right?
So, give me the cop killer and your connect,
and I will make this right with the DA.
When I say I'm gonna do something,
I see it through to the end.
Good fucking job.
Write down what Chayo did to that cop.
Do you want, uh, soda or something?
You were looking to hook me up,
even though I did wrong?
There's all kinds of rights and wrongs in this world.
You know, sometimes you gotta do a smaller wrong for a bigger right.
You got a dead cop's gun, your teeth in his nightstick,
and you don't wanna say anything.
What am I gonna say? I did it?
Benito's gonna say you did.
Okay. So? Whatever.
Or maybe there's something else you wanna share.
It's okay. Go to court. Take my chance.
Your girlfriend said Chayo killed the cop.