铁案风云 (1990) 5.9

Det. Luis Valentin: Your ass was grassed man and he went in there, with lead pipe, and he saved your ass... And now you're gonna deny him over his dead body? Man, Cobarde! Bobby Texador: Cobarde? Det. Luis Valentin: Yeah! You fucking coward! Tony loved you like a brother, man! He worked for you since! Bobby Texador: You know, we knew you was a punk then but you're being a punk now. Yeah, detective, come on, you couldn't find a fucking Jew in Rockaway. You know, you got a badge and a gun but you're still a punk so shut the fuck up. Preston Pearlstein: [getting introduced with Bloomenfeld's friend] How do you do? I'm delighted! Leo Bloomenfeld: That's it Perlstein! Don't spoil my appetite, we haven't eaten yet. Preston Pearlstein: [laughing] what a character! [laughing again, louder] Leo Bloomenfeld: Look at that son of a bitch. Leo Bloomenfeld: [telling Al Reilly about Kevin Quinn] He's a prick. He's a racist and an anti-Semite and a prick. He wants to be Tom Dewey, and he will be. He married for politics and all he can see is way clear to, God knows how high up. Years ago, when we still had executions in the state, he used to volunteer as a witness. Yeah, his first murder case, uhh he was a young A.D.A. then and I'm talking years ago... The case was shaky, circumstantial and he wanted a recommended death penalty from the jury. Before he was finished, he had them leaving that poor black kid raped their mothers. He goes up to Sing-Sing for the electrocution. And the next day, we're sitting around, drinking coffee and he walks in with this grin on his face and someone says "Hey, how did it go?", he says, casually, "He fried!" and then he says, "I sure hope he was guilty!" and he laughs! Fuck him! Now and forever! Captain Lt. Michael 'Mike' Brennan, NYPD: You're the whitest black man I know, Chappy. Captain Lt. Michael 'Mike' Brennan, NYPD: Oh, Reilly. You just loved the idea of your father. Now, your father was dirty. He was as dirty as they come. Nothing big, just penny-ante stuff. You know, free meals. A place to coop. For a while, he was a bag man for a pad in the South Bronx. The normal stuff. He took home $100, $150 a week. That's all. But hell, what a cop. Like me, he was the first through the door, the window, the skylight! I mean, he knew there were animals out there! He knew there was a line the niggers, the spics, the junkies, the faggots had to cross to get into people's throats. He was that line. I am that line. And the fucking judges and Jew lawyers, Aldermen and guinea DAs are raking it in. We take a fucking hamburger and it's goodbye badge, gun and pension. All the time, it's our life that's on the line. It's our widows and our orphans! Now you're a rogue cop, you mick bastard! You went from our side to their side.