Misty, Dr. Gabe Krasner and others in “DWYCK”

I apply foot to ass. And match lead for lead. I put murderers in handcuffs. I don't just seek justice. I stalk it. And that much should go in my record!

With your resumé you could've been downtown years ago. Hell, you could've been a Fed! You chose to stay in Harlem.

I know this place, I know the players, and I can make a difference here.

Or use some of those old-school connections to make a little money on the side, like your partner.

I didn't know anything about Scarfe, or anything he was doing. He didn't buy new clothes, no new watch, no new girlfriend, no loose cock, nothing!

But he'd been working for Cottonmouth for years.

And I trusted him! So I didn't see it, and neither did anybody else in this damn department! So why do I get singled out for it?

Because you're the closest to him. [Misty shakes her head] It's written all over your face. Not seeing it bothered you, didn't it?

'Cause seeing is my thing, right? That's what made me such a good point guard. 'Cause I could see everything in my head. I knew exactly where people were gonna be, so I put the ball right where it needed to go.

But you couldn't see Scarfe for what he was? Or were you blinded by your emotions?

[scoffs] You wouldn't say that if I was a man!

Oh, that is not true.

Bullshit! Male cops can screw cop groupies in the back of their unmarked RMP, and you guys cheer. They get drunk, they fight each other in the parking lot and it's called "blowing off steam." There's always a double standard.