بخش ۱۱

So do you know why Queenan went into that building?

No.

Well, a better question is why the fuck were your guys following him?

I told Internal Investigations to follow Captain Queenan.

Why? - That’s Internal Investigations’ business.

Fucking piece of shit!

Let him go!

I don’t have to explain anything to anybody!

I can fucking investigate anybody I want to!

Come on! - I don’t give a fuck what you think!

I got reason to believe that Queenan got killed by his own undercover.

That’s a fucking lie.

He has fucking information in a locked file, as did Captain Queenan.

I need access to those files.

I forgot the password but if you come down to the garage with me I’ll be happy to give it to you.

That’s a fucking lie. - Nobody calls me a liar!

Shut up! Work with the tech guys to unlock those files.

Dignam, take a leave of absence. - Take a leave of what?

Queenan is dead. I’m your boss now.

I don’t care. I’d rather hand in my papers first.

World needs plenty of bartenders. Two weeks with pay.

Good.

Piece of shit. - Fuck off.

I need those codes. - No.

You want those codes.

So where the fuck were you?

Well, boss told me to go home.

Whatever. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. But you weren’t at fucking home.

So where the fuck were you?

I was at the grocery store with no signal, all right?

When I got the signal, I got the call.

What the fuck do you want from me? Was I there or was I not there, huh?

Billy. Billy.

Yeah?

Yeah?

You know what I thought today?

What’s that?

Who didn’t show up today is the rat.

Yeah? So?

And you never been late in your life.

When I called you…

…I made a mistake.

I gave you the wrong address…

…but you showed up at the right one…

…didn’t you?

Tell me why I didn’t tell nobody, huh?

Tell me why.

That cop was tough. We were excessive with the cop.

He’s dead.

I’m going home.

Your guys should not have done that. - One of us had to die.

With me it tends to be the other guy.

But Queenan. Now I got no access.

You killed the guy who had all the information. Dignam’s gone. Forget about him.

He resigned. - I don’t give a fuck about Dignam.

He put in his papers, Frank.

He left. I don’t know where he is. - Don’t get your balls in an uproar, Collie.

That Irish pissant…

Let’s give him a whiff.

I will.

Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.

I tried to call you a few times.

I know.

Listen, I can’t be a friend to you.

I’m sorry.

Yeah…

…I know.

Yeah.

You called this number on a dead guy’s phone.

Who are you?

So it is you.

Well, thank God you’re all right. We were very worried.

Who are you?

This is Sergeant Sullivan.

I’m taking over Queenan’s unit.

Let me talk to Dignam to confirm it.

Staff Sergeant Dignam…

…is on a leave of absence. He’s very upset.

We’re all very upset.

I think the best thing would be for you to come in.

We need you to come in. Can you come in?

We’ll meet…