How many cops?
Eight. Worst day in eighteen years.
Why were they here?
They responded to a robbery.
If you were going to rob six hundred and sixty pounds of coke,
do you drive a BMW two door to the job?
Would you bring just one other guy with you?
Would you only take fifty kils?
So it's either dumb luck, or a set up.
Two shooters. Automatic weapons. Setting the time of the killing.
I refuse to allow these families to be traumatized with trials and appeals and parole hearings.
I'm asking you to protect them from that. I understand.
Everything about these guys has been confident so far.
Close the island. What island? Manhattan.
The twenty-one bridges, shut them down.
Three rivers. Close them. Four tunnels. Block them.
There has to not be a version of this where these two aren't found.
None of this makes sense.
The cops were there for more than us. This whole thing is filthy.
What's going on here?
We've been trying to figure out.
These cops live in a city that actively dislikes them.
A city they still protect with their lives.
I just need the truth.
You go down this road, you're on your own.
If you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain.
He carries out wrath on the wrongful.
Cops or criminals, if you had blood on your hands, I will find you.