Because the Transit Authority|was also run by Jersey and Connecticut.
So these guys I knew|at the 37...
they started pulling overtime|at subway stations,
and got the city to declare them|´´auxiliary transit cops.´´
They bought some land in Jersey. Got|some cheap loans from people they knew.
They made themselves a place|where the shit couldn´t touch ´em.
That´s what they thought anyway.
Every precinct|has its ´´cop bar,´´
a private club, all blue,|no civilians.
For the 37,|it was the 4 Aces...
just across the river.
[ Video Game Noises ]
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Gunshots ]
They hired this local hero|to be their sheriff.
A wanna-be who couldn´t get on|the force on account of his bad ear.
This Armenian guy,|he´s from the other side over there.
He tells her that she´s dead. Right ?|She´s gonna be dead by morning.
- So he drops this box off|at her place, right ? - They call you guys.
- They call Bomb Squad.|- Right. We go in there. We x-ray it on scene.
- And, uh, we can´t see|anything in there. - [ Man ] Right.
So I cut a little hole in it.|I can see there´s something in there.
[ Man ]|Uh-huh.
I, uh, I see that there´s, uh,|some white fuzz.
There´s something pink.|I can´t figure out what it is.
- Suddenly I realize|I am looking at a tongue. - Ah, shit !
A big, fat tongue|sticking out at me. Yes. The guy put a goat´s head in there.
[ Man ] This at the end|of the twentieth century.
H.G. Wells, he´d turn over in|his grave to think at the start of a new millennium...
- [ Man ] some lranian guy--|- [ Woman ] Armenian. Armenian guy.
Some Armenian would be|deliverin´ a goat´s head to the door of the woman that he loved.
- Backward culture over there.|- Let me tell you. We´re all backwards, Berta.
- Our machines are all modern|and shit, but our minds ? - Gary.
Our minds are primitive.|Our minds are primitive, Berta.
- Hey.|- I gotta go home, baby.
All right, wait. I´m just waitin´|on the call, okay ? Come here.
- I gotta pick up the car.|This is not-- - Monica, sit down.
[ Video Game ]|You have no authority.
[ Video Game ]|You have no authority.
Yeah, yeah. Fine.
[ TV lndistinct ]
It´s quiet tonight,|huh, Freddy ?
Hmm ?
It´s quiet.
Everyone´s at that|bachelor party across the river.
Hey, Figgsy,|you got any quarters ?
Hey, hey, how you doin´ ?|Sorry, Freddy. Hey.
[ Figgis ] I was wondering if|you´d be able to, uh, come by.
Yeah. 4 Aces.|Where else ?
Shit !
Damn it.
Two kinds of people|in this world.
Pinball people|and video game people.
You, Freddy,|you´re pinball people.
Always got somethin´|to say, Figgsy.
Come on. Freddy,|Freddy, Freddy.
Freddy ! Freddy !|Come on.
Come on. Come on.|Come on.
It´s bedtime, Sheriff.
- You all right to drive ?|- Mm-hmm.
- You sure ?|- Positive.
- Take it easy, Freddy.|- Take it easy.
[ Radio ] It was not Lady Luck that|Jim Maloney found in Atlantic City.
It was the cops.
The 30-year-old native|of the Caribbean island of Antigua...
was captured in a casino just days|after an inspiring rap artist...
was fatally beaten|in a Queen´s convenience store.
Sources have filled in some|of the blanks for 1010 WINS saying--
Shit !
[ Music, Chattering ]
Oh ! All right.|Take it easy, take it easy.
I apologize.
Magilla-gorilla,|you fucking ape.
- Mikey, l´m out.|I´m gettin´ outta here. - Where´re you goin´ ?
- I love her.|- Yeah ! Hell of a party !
- Roger.|- Okay, Superboy. You´re my man, Superboy.
- My man, Roger.|- Keep it up.
You guys take it easy. Davey, can you|disclose your fist legally please ?
I don´t like|bachelor parties.
See you back|in Jersey.
Oh !
Oh.
Oh !
Ooh-oof !
Shit !
[ Man Groaning ]
[ Coughing ]
Goddamn it !
[ Gagging ]
[ Gagging ]
[ Coughing ]|Ah, fuck !
Shit !|[ Coughing ]
You have to fuck out|all the stuff here. Ah, Jesus !
Frankie ?