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Three unconnected Brooklyn cops wind up at the same deadly location after enduring vastly different career paths.
Det. Sal Procida: [in the confessional] I don't want God's forgiveness. I want his fuckin help!
Caz: Fuckin' freedom ain't free.
Tango: I'm a cop, B.
Det. Patrick Leary: My shorty is black. Don't we go shopping for cocoa butter together?
Det. Sal Procida: Change that skirt. People are gonna start to think we're Catholic only on Sundays.
Gutta: Giuliani ain't clean up the city. Video games and television did. That's what cleaned up the streets. Come on, man, 'cause ya'll remember when everybody was outside. If you was two years old, if you was a hundred and two, you was outside.
Det. Sal Procida: What happened to the cops? Carlo: Nothin. They were were right even though they were wrong. And I was wrong only *because* that I was right. Ya see? You get that now. You get that, right? Det. Sal Procida, Carlo: Righta and wronga.