Inside Man

We're here for a reason.

Put on this earth for a higher purpose.

I have to believe that.

I have to believe that there's a higher purpose

for me being here on this corner at this time of day.

Looking at those fucking doors again.

I'm worried that you get too close.

- Yeah, I'm getting close. - Too close to that world.

You don't kill anybody. Don't shoot him in the face, okay?

Where's his fucking money?

But I'm early and in no rush whatsoever

to find out what that purpose is.

The why can wait, but the how,

that's actually a pretty good story.

You tell them you're an architect.

You can go with a doctor or a lawyer if you want,

but I'm telling you the chicks can somehow sniff those out right away.

Why don't you just tell them the truth?

The second you tell them you're a cop,

you can see the hamster wheel start turning.

They go through every bad thing they've done,

Wondering how it can be used against them.

So you tell them that you're an architect.

It's a desk job. Relatable, safe,

but distinguished enough. Not scare them off.

And architects make money, so that helps.

What happens when they find out you're lying?

Never happens.

I got to say, you know...

Sounds good and all but I mean dating sounds like a nightmare.

It is. You're a lucky man.

Married to a great woman.

Yeah...

Trouble at home?

Yeah.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's the job. You need to find a balance.

I used to buy her flowers, you know, just because.

And then it was only on special occasions, right?

But those became too few to count,

and then it was only when I fucked up,

and, you know, I fucked up a lot.

So eventually, you know,

flowers didn't mean anything anymore,

so I stopped.

Sounds like you do want to talk about it.

Bobby, go back home to your wife,

get her some flowers and get that balance back.

Hey.

Bobby.

Shut your mouth.

Hey, don't you talk to her like that.

Why don't you shut your mouth too?

I got you flowers.

Maybe you should just leave, man.

I should have taken his advice. But instead...

Bobby, stop!

I decided to redecorate my kitchen.

Stop! Stop.

Stop! Bobby, please, stop!

Please!

There's a moment right before you're fully awake

where there's a slight chance that you could still be dreaming.

And then comes the moment when you realize you're not.

I've been married for almost ten years

and a cop for almost twelve.

Well, how do you know that

he doesn't have a license for that?

No, no, that's because you think that.

You think that. See, you can't make assumptions.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, there's a fresh pot over there if you're interested.

I got to call you back. Okay. Bye bye.

You're going to be here for a while,

you should make the most of it.

Oh, yeah? How do I do that?

Start typing. See what happens.

Tell you exactly what's going to happen.

I'm going to make one typo and this typewriter

is going straight out the goddamn window.

Maybe. Maybe. You'll like it.

Who knows, maybe you're the next Ernest Hemingway.

Yeah, I'm going to get a cup of coffee and get that window open.

That's a start.

They let me keep my badge, but took my gun.

I guess it was a smart move or else my brains

would be all over this coffee machine right now.

Hey, you got a minute?

I put the guy in the hospital. And they put me behind a desk.

- Pat to Baker's office. - It's Rick.

How are you doing, Pam?-Good, Rick and you?

Yeah, I'm okay.-What can I do for you?

Is the chief around?

Sure. Just hold a minute.

Okay. Thank you.

You got till I get off hold.

You need to give me something more than paperwork

to keep me busy. I mean, I'm losing my mind behind that desk.

I really feel for you, what you're going through with Mary.

It breaks my heart. But my hands are tied.

You're lucky that they're allowing you in this building.

Lucky. Rick, you got to do something.

First of all, it's captain.

It's not Rick.

Second of all, I did do something.

And you know what?

That's why you're standing

in my office and you're

not standing on an unemployment line.

He was sleeping with my wife, Rick.

And what did you do?

- You disfigured him? - I broke his nose.

Okay? Let's not get too dramatic here.

- Captain Callahan? - Yes, Pam.

Can you hold for a teensy bit longer?

Okay, sweetheart. You have a teensy bit longer.

Listen, I know. I just,

sometimes I get a bit of a hot head.

Hot head? You went fucking nuclear.

You should have seen him, Rick. I mean,

You should have just walked out of there

like I suggest that you walk out of here now.

I don't have time to babysit your conscience.

I'm under a lot of stress with this department.

- Captain Callahan? - Yes.

I'm going to put you through now.

Okay, thank you. Hold.

Close the door behind you, okay?

Hey, Captain Callahan. Hi, sir. How you doing?

I told you, this was some Grade-A shit.

It's great man, some Grade-A shit.

You know what? Fucking take it or leave it.

In a situation like this,

I'm required to step in and regulate.

But I was too drunk to give a shit.

Cut you the--

Chris Rosenberg.

He might have looked like a dirtbag drug dealer

mainly because that's exactly what he was.

He was pretty good at it, too.

So good, in fact, that one day someone noticed.

Roy DeMeo.

If the devil decided to walk to Earth,

he'd do it as Roy DeMeo and no one would be the wiser.

Roy loved his big brother, Anthony.

I mean, he fucking idolized him.

But Roy's life changed forever in the spring of '51

when Anthony came back from Korea in a body bag.

By the time he was out of high school,

Roy had a pretty good loan shark and racket going.

Business was good, mainly because everyone

knew not to mess with Roy.

By the late '60s,

Roy was running with the Gambino family.

Anthony Gaggi.

Everybody called him Nino.

He was a capo in the Gambino family.

Roy had his fingers in everything from loan sharking

to grand theft auto to drug dealing.

The Gambinos frowned upon the last one,

but Roy became one of their top earners.

So they kept him as their dirty little secret.

Roy took Chris under his wing.

He saw something in him.

Chris became Roy's right hand man.

But that night, I didn't know any of that.

All I knew was some asshole was about to get killed

by another asshole.

And in that moment, something in the me just...

I took out every raw deal I can dealt in my life until then.

Right into this poor bastard's fucking face.

Ah, fuck, I didn't mean to...

Thanks. You got a car?

So, what do you do, Bobby?

I'm an architect.

Architect? You build houses and shit?

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't buy it.

You're just too shitty to be an architect.

Well, you know, I'm a shitty architect.

- Thanks for the ride. - Oh, yeah.

And, uh, you know, thanks for stepping in back there.

Oh, yeah, don't mention it.

Appreciate if you didn't, either.

Mum's the word.

You know...

Chris.

...for a degenerate scumbag...

- I'll see you around. - Yeah.

...this guy was all right.

Mum's the word.

It was a Cadillac. Gold.

We just bought it.

When you say gold, you mean yellow?

What difference does it make? I saw the guy,

he was about 5'9, 5'10.

You know, that real distinguished type, with the...

- Ma'am. Ma'am. - a mustache.

Not trying to be rude, but nine times out of ten

you know what happens when a car gets stolen?