Narc

Por que estas aqui?

No, not te me...

Porque estas aqui?

No, no, no, que estas haciendo.

Dowd!

No!

No!

No!

Mommy, Mommy!

Please, help me.

Please, help me.

Please!

lt's okay.

Help!

Mr. Dowd was pronounced dead on arrival, Detroit Sinai.

Perforated cranial pan,

projectile fragmentation... frontal lobe.

Now, the woman, Jeanine Mueller, she subsequently lost the child.

Uterine damage, hemorrhaging on admittance.

The infant died due to blood loss

suffered by the mother.

Hospital records indicate

acute fetal trauma, gunshot wound.

This material was covered some months ago.

Why is it being brought up again?

Have you had contact with Ms. Mueller?

l have spoken to her, yes.

On what occasion did you speak with Ms. Mueller,

and what prompted the conversation?

l'm not going to answer that. That's a personal...

Do you think, in retrospect,

acting perhaps less aggressively,

this might have been prevented?

What might have been prevented?

The infant's death.

That's very dangerous, you know that?

Hungry?

Yeah, but not for this... toe cheese.

Shh!

l'll bite it off.

He's going to wake up.

lf the smell didn't wake him up already, he's out.

My feet smell?

Yeah.

Yeah. Hi.

So.

So, what?

So, how'd it go?

lt went.

Yeah?

What can l say?

What did you say?

What do you think?

Ma'am, let me just, uh...

Sorry, your name, again?

Liz Detmer.

Right, right, Ms. Detmer.

My, uh, duty assignment

was solely undercover narcotic work.

Do you have any idea what that entails?

l have a general idea, yes.

Okay.

Well, then, generally speaking, Ms. Detmer,

you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

They expect you to come in

with this, "glad to be here" bullshit,

head hung low, hat in hand.

Yeah, that's ridiculous.

Well, they're not going to forget.

lt's all what they say.

Then l don't understand why, you know,

you went and talked to them.

'Cause they asked.

Mr. Tellis,

that's not necessary.

lf you haven't seen what l've seen,

or done what l've done,

you don't know where l'm coming from.

l am not an officer of the law, Mr. Tellis,

and, therefore, l have no formal training.

But l would expect someone that did

would perhaps behave judiciously,

exercising discretion and restraint

in necessary quantities...

Jesus Christ, lady.

Look, we can do this all goddamn day.

You want to assess all this blame?

l'm going to call you on it.

So what is this?

l mean, l can make it very simple for you.

You want to talk? l'll talk.

l have no problem with that.

But if this becomes some half-ass ambush,

and you're putting me under the lamp,

l will walk. Now.

Are you familiar with the Michael Calvess case?

Uh... Yes.

He was murdered.

Yes, l'm aware of that.

This investigation, as you may or may not know,

has stretched over 60 days,

and failed to produce any tangible evidence

or yield a single suspect.

lt has not, however, deterred or diminished

our efforts to apprehend and punish those responsible.

Throughout your undercover stint,

you maintained prolonged contact with the city's drug element.

Would that be an accurate statement?

l had some relationships.

ls it fair to say,

given your rather abrupt discharge

from the ranks 18 months ago,

that your cover and those contacts might remain intact?

We feel that your presence

in this investigation would be invaluable,

and would warrant complete reinstatement,

homicide division,

detective grade.

When the suspects are caught

and charged, and a verdict rendered,

you would be eligible

for the assignment of your choosing,

commensurate to sentencing.

No.

l'm sorry?

l'm not interested.

Bear in mind, Mr. Tellis,

if l may be so bold, that career opportunities

in law enforcement...

What a fucking waste of time that was.

Tellis!

Captain Mitchell Cheevers.

- Thanks for coming down, man. - Oh, sure.

Come on, listen, l want to apologize for in there, okay?

They get paid to put people on the spot.

They made their money today.

All right, come on, hey, hold on.

You're going to make me fucking chase you?

Come on, give me ten seconds.

Go ahead.

- Calvess was a cop. - Yeah.

Okay, he didn't deserve this.

Nobody does.

Fine, good, then help me out.

What?

Come on, help me catch these motherfuckers.

Man, just come down here.

Just-just look at the files, would you?

Help me out.

l think that's ten.

Time's up.

For who?

What the fuck else are you going to do?

They offering you something?

They asked me to look at some files.

Shit.

l swear to God.

Yeah, files.

Why?

'Cause they got a dead cop

and dead ends and they're reaching.

This welfare-pension bullshit is not going to cut it.

l know that.

You just do something else, then.

What?

l do something else?

- Yeah. - Okay.

What would that be?

Hey, Sergeant, has, uh,

Michael Calvess' personal effects cleared yet?

Yeah.

Lieutenant Oak, per departmental mandate

is restricted from participating

in the Calvess investigation any further.

That's the log line, and...

that's the way it's been worded to me.

Why is that?

Well...

he and Calvess were close.

He'd been on collateral narcotic investigations for over a year.

He was the first one in the tunnel that day.

He discovered the body.

l like him. l do.

He's got a 93% conviction rate.

He's swingin' a big stick.

He makes solid collars that make solid cases.

But... between you and me, he's not stable.

You don't even know

what the fuck you're planning on, man.

Come on.

Yeah.

You're an idiot. You don't even know.

You ought to know...

He's all of that shit

a cop just cannot be, not right now.

Not in this city.

Not in this department.

We're talking about a marked name.

Henry, what the fuck, man?!

l swear to fucking God, if l get another call