Edison (Edison Force) (Edison)

You're a big venue now.

Global commerce, sports franchises. . .

chit-chat cafes.

But you don't get it because you don't see it.

Life is not what you think it is.

Because of guys like us. . . you can go on thinking it. . .

'til reality sets in.

Reality's a motherfucker.

The first thing you do when it hits you. . .

is wonder where we are.

We do our shit.

You do yours.

But remember. . . it's a dirty world.

And without us, it'd be a whole lot dirtier.

Welcome to Edison.

Heads up. 2 harbor cops just showed up.

We got problems in here. If they come into bank, shoot 'em.

Any units near 12th and Plaza, respond to an alarm at Plaza Bank.

Approach with caution.

We got it.

What was that?

You're outta your fuckin mind. You know that? Fuck!

- You want onions with that? - Yeah.

There you go.

- Stay down ! - Stay down !

Go.

Get in the car!

What are you doing? Get in the car!

Stay calm. I know you're hurt.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Okay buddy.

I know you're hurt. Get you to your feet, okay?

All your friends are dead, fuckhead.

It's just me and you now.

Come on GI Joe. Come out and play.

Come on.

Drop the gun, walk away, or I'll kill her.

Close your eyes, sweetheart. You don't wanna see this.

It's okay, come on. Come on, it's okay.

Just a flesh wound.

It's okay. You're alright.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

That bad man's not gonna hurt you any more.

It's okay.

On your knees! Come on !

What's goin' on?

- Lock your fingers behind ! - Put your hands behind your head.

Come on crack whores!

Look at that China White, baby. Look at that China fuckin' White.

That's my money, too. That's all my money.

- Motherfucker. - Okay, fuckhead. You squatters?

Fuck you talkin' about?

- You own this house? - No.

- What about you? - No.

- You got a lease? - No.

You got a mortgage? You guys fucked up tonight.

Don't look at me. Don't fuckin' look at me.

Okay, this is how it works.

You never saw us. And we never saw you.

The world just keeps turnin' .

- You ain't takin' us in? - Nah.

Got to all school.

We answer up, get capped for losin' that shit.

Yeah, maybe you should leave town.

Motha' fuckers.

We'll get his license. Rat his ass out to the Feds.

Tired of this bullshit. Fuck that.

Welcome to the majors.

It gets easier after the first one.

Him.

Rafe.

Not ready, bro?

I'll take care of this shit.

The fuck? Oh, you motherfucker.

You fuckin' spit at me? I'll fuckin' kill you!

Aw, Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus.

Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Come on.

Come on. Stop cryin' .

I haven't seen you around here before.

Who are you?

Isiaha Charles. I just moved here with my mom.

Who's he to you?

I just met him. He gave me a job.

Where'd you do time?

I've never done time.

- You never did time? - No.

Oh, that is good shit.

You want some?

I'm good.

All right. This is how it's gonna work.

Your buddy was smokin' crack and he got fuckin' crazy. . .

and he came at you with a knife.

Now tell me what happened.

My buddy, he got fuckin' crazy. . .

and he came after me with a knife.

Which is when Lazerov and I entered the domicile

in response to a domestic disturbance. . .

and saw the defendant fire one round from a bulldog.

- Is this that bulldog You refer to? - Yes.

- Is this the knife You pried from the deceased's hand? / - Yes

- What was he doing with him? - Something to stab the defendant.

Now after the deceased deceased did the defendant resist?

- No. - did he say anything?

He cried, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Cried? What do you mean he cried?

What do you mean he cried?

He cried. Jesus, Jesus.

That's enough.

- Jesus. Oh my God. - That's enough, Officer Deed.

You may step down.

Thank you.

That'll be a 10 minute recess. We'll reconvene at quarter past.

- What the hell was that? - Testifying.

- to the Second Coming? - Back off.

Officer Deed?

Officer Deed.

Yeah.

- Why'd he thank you? - Who are you?

Josh Pollack. Heights Herald.

- the Jewish handout? - It's a community weekly.

The guy is Jewish? You're shittin' me.

I don't know he's Jewish.

And, what do you care?

You busted him in Ashtown, that's adjacent to the Heights.

Tell our Jewish friends not to worry. They can still walk to worship.

So why'd he say thank you?

It's a manslaughter and possession beef.

- It could've been murder. - So Why did FRAT catch this?

Talk to public affairs.

Officer Deed, can you tell me why FRAT is cruising the streets?

Talk to public affairs.

Guy thanked you?

Jack-off. I hate that fuckin' guy.

- Who's that? - Wallace. Pussy.

Hey.

How'd court go, Frank?

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

- Something I should know? - No. Same old, Same old.

Deed's first murder testimony.

Yep, weapons possession 18 months.

Rafe. Inspection Monday? Be sure you're there.

Pollack.

Pollack!

Pollack.

Yes, sir?

What are you doing?

Article on the murder trial.

I told you to put the verdict on the police blotter.

That's a sentence, not a tome.

It's a legitimate story.

Then find a legitimate paper to publish it.

All I want is the verdict, okay?

Fraud.

Sorry, did you say something?

No, sir. I didn't.

That's what I thought.

Actually I said fraud.

Did you now?

You know why The Times won't hire you Pollack?

You don't do the work.

A thousand words, not a single fact except for the verdict.

Everything else is supposition.

FRAT wouldn't talk to me.

So the point of covert police work is not to talk about it.

This incident is public record, sir.

Involving undercover police who like to keep a low profile,

so they can sleep at night.

You can't imply nefarious activity

because a felon whispered thank you to one of them.

I qualified it with a question.

You qualified. . .

Watch my lips, son. You're not qualified to qualify.

Nobody cares what you think.

Only what you know and that's diddly 'cause you don't do the work!

Unfortunate this is about as well written as you are uninformed.

You know what?

I think you should try novels. You're fired.

This isn't a real paper anyway.

Perfect for you. Lazy little shit.

Get out while you can.

Shit.

Rafe. Don't make yourself crazy.

You're gonna give yourself a hernia.

Come on. Let's go to bed.

You want the free range Chicken Kiev with potatoes

or vegetables over risotto in a bell pepper sauce?

I'd like a meal prepared to order, not manufactured for distribution.

Ashford was right.

About what?

All this articulate conjecture wrapped around one fact.

- Isiaha Charles, illegal weapons possession. / - Right.

- 8 words if you count the preposition. - Another critic.

- You asked me to read it. - It was mistake.

Because I agree with him?

Come on, sweetie.

You know I thought being fired was the highlight of my day.

You're great sex.

But imperious and penniless are serious social handicaps