Night Falls on Manhattan

My name is McGovern.

Mr. McGovern to you.

I am the Assistant to the Assistant Deputy Administrative Assistant

to the District Attorney of New York County.

You are in training as Assistant District Attorneys of New York County,

and my Assistant title is a hell of a lot higher than your Assistant title.

So watch your asses, or you're out of here.

You passed your bar exams,

and you're here because you didn't get a decent offer after law school

and you got to start some place.

I know what you got in mind.

You'll do your time here

because you gotta have something on your resume.

One or two of you figure maybe you'll get lucky,

maybe Alan Dershowitz, maybe Bruce Cutler will see you

in court one day, waiting for their cases to come up,

and your career will be made.

Most of you just want a stepping stone to some Wall Street law office,

a divorce firm with society clients.

You're in it for the money.

So don't give me any crap about justice,

the law, the sacredness of your duty, blah, blah, blah.

You're out of here as fast as a decent offer comes around.

You figure you can do better chasing ambulances.

Listen, you're going to fight judges that don't give a shit,

cops in court only to see how much overtime they can rack up,

rapists, ganefs, teenagers who shot a guy over a pair of sneakers,

scam artists, pimps, lunatics who think they should be outside,

walking around Central Park trying to diddle seven-year-old kids.

So now we know the truth.

Okay.

Your case load may run 40 cases at a time.

You read your entire New York Penal Code

and your ECAB manual.

There are five divisions in the Rackets Division:

Construction Industry Task Force,

Official Corruption Unit,

Organized Crime...

I'll set bail at $500.

Your Honor,

this woman knifed a store security guard.

Come on, Counselor.

$500 for her is like $50,000.

Have a heart.

You weren't just caught with a nickel bag, Eduardo.

You got to help me help you.

I can get you into rehab.

You want to die in some toilet with a spike in your arm?

Fuck you.

I represent the law. You show me respect, you hear me?

You want to die in some toilet with a spike in your arm?

Somebody shut her up!

Why do you think you should be released, Mr. Agonostes?

I signed myself in, I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in, I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in, I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in, I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in, I can sign myself out. I signed myself in...

We cannot let these people run wild in the streets.

I know you will do right by the people of New York.

Thank you.

Your Honor.

Excuse me.

Hi. Sorry I'm late, the judge kept...

I got to cut down on the coffee.

I'm like a goddamn pipe. I drink it, piss it out five minutes later.

I keep telling you, decaf, decaf.

I've tried it. I'd rather piss.

You know,

I'm still not used to it.

Every time we got to hit the door.

You're a lucky son of a bitch. You know I haven't slept for two nights?

I think maybe I got no imagination

'cause I never think of nothing going wrong.

I sleep like a baby. No butterflies.

Then maybe it's 'cause I got you to protect me.

Yeah, yeah.

Or maybe you're just stupid.

I'm definitely stupid.

But I'm also bigger than you, so why don't you let me hit the door this time?

Listen, you big slob, how many times do I have to tell you?

You're the junior member of the firm.

The little guy goes first, okay?

That bastard could be up there now, counting money.

Listen,

if we go in tonight, you and me, we go fast. Right?

Everybody wants this bastard.

We got all three goddamn precincts coming together

on the four corners of this one block.

I don't want any of those pricks from the 64, the 65

horning in on this, right?

We did the fucking work, we get the fucking collar.

What about backup?

We got the warrant.

We're the ones sitting here getting hemorrhoids.

We get the collar.

You think Shmuelie the Stoolie's going to show up tonight, or what?

He's a junkie. How can you trust a junkie?

You're going to buy one someday, you come on me like that.

Well, fuck you, cop. You think it's easy, huh?

I'm crawling here so nobody spots me, and you think it's easy.

You're breaking my heart, scumbag. You just knock next time,

or I'm going to take your fucking head off.

Why you talking to me like that, huh?

Liam, why's he talking to me like that?

It's because really he loves you, Shmuel. You're our favorite rat.

He's rough on you because he doesn't want the other rats we got

-to get jealous. -Yeah.

Yeah? Well, fuck you, too.

Cut the bullshit. What've you got?

Well, maybe I got nothing.

Here, dickhead.

Get the fuck out of here.

He's up there now.

He's up there now. Apartment 3D.

Alone?

I don't know. Maybe he's got some quiff with him.

Is he carrying?

Come on. Jordan Washington don't make a move

without a rocket in his pocket. Come on.

Get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, you guys are swell, you know? Yeah, really swell.

I hope he gives you one in the kneecap.

Okay?

Let's go.

Liam, I want to call for backup.

We'll have him trussed up like a deer on a fender by the time they get here.

74, this is Allegretto. We got a fix on Jordan Washington.

1117 Barnard Street, apartment three-David.

We got two plainclothes going in with warrant. Send backup.

Come heavy.

40-13. - 10-13. Location?

10-13. We got an officer down, 1117 Barnard.

1117 Barnard.

All right, now I want one man here.

You two around the back. And you do not give orders around here.

-This is my... -Fuck you! I got a man

-bleeding up there. -Then get the hell up there

and help him. Now...

What the fuck are you doing? Get the fucking ambulance here!

Fuck it, I'll come there and shoot you myself.

Get the fucking thing here.

-Okay, where the fuck is he, huh? -No! No!

The window. He's out the fire escape.

-I'LL go up, you go down. -All right.

Where's the light switch?

Shit, it's broken.

We need to get out of here.

Charlie, don't go up on that roof alone, you hear me?

Got you, got you.

All right, easy.

Hit the deck!

I think it came from up there!

Charlie!

I'm all turned around. Where the hell's the door?

Just take it easy.

We're getting there, we're getting there.

We need one in the back!

It's about fucking time!

All right, get him in there. Let's go, come on!

All right. Come on, lock it up. Lock it up.

ESU, come on! Come on!

Take it in the back. Round the back!

Move it. Come on, round the back!

-Over here! -Lights, lights, I can't see.

I've got his home number. His wife's coming.

Hey, get a radio over here.

Anybody got a radio that's working?

Come in, Schneider, Ramirez. Do you read me?

-God, that poor guy. -They should get a priest for the guy.

It's too late for that.

All the goddamn tax money in this city,

and we couldn't get an auditorium here?

Watch it, watch it.

Here, let me help you up.

All right. Listen up!

I've just come from a meeting with the Mayor

and the Police Commissioner.

We're going to get this son of a bitch in 72 hours,

or a lot of you are going to be looking for jobs.

We got three dead cops, one cop we don't know if he's going to live,

and the biggest dope dealer in the city got away in an NYPD car.

We had a fuck-up of historical proportions,

and three precinct captains are joining the homeless, I kid you not.

Okay.

So what is the District Attorney, that's me,

for you new kids on the block, doing about it?

On direct instructions from the Mayor,

every detective in our investigative division

is to drop what he is working on and to report to the 64,

the 65, and the 74, to work with them.

You're supposed to be the best detectives in the city,

and we're goddamn well going to see if that is true.

For the rest of you in the trial division

or on the executive staff,

if a cop or a detective needs a search warrant at 3:00 a.m.,

you're to type it up, go to a judge's house,

pull him off his wife or whoever else he's on top of,

and get it signed!

If anybody calls for a definition of "probable cause,"