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The true story about an honest New York cop who blew the whistle on rampant corruption in the force only to have his comrades turn against him.
[Given a detective's gold badge] Frank Serpico: What's this for? For bein' an honest cop? Hmm? Or for being stupid enough to get shot in the face? You tell them that they can shove it.
Frank Serpico: You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man!
Frank Serpico: The reality is that we do not wash our own laundry - it just gets dirtier.
Frank Serpico: How come all your friends are on their way to bein' someone else?
Frank Serpico: I'm a marked man in this department. For what? District Attorney Tauber: I've already arranged a transfer for ya'. Frank Serpico: To where? China?
Frank Serpico: I own a sheep dog. Girl: Uh-huh. Frank Serpico: Sheep dogs have been in my family... for sixteen generations! Dating back to the Borgias... Girl: [laughing] Oh, shit! Frank Serpico: The family crest... is the image of a sheep dog, pissing into a gondola. Girl: Shit!
Frank Serpico: You know that I'm totally isolated in the department. I don't have a friend. Chief Sidney Green: Oh, don't give me that bullshit about friends. I've been putting cops away for thirty years. My name's an obscenity to every shithouse wall in every precinct in the city. Frank Serpico: I've observed that, sir. Chief Sidney Green: Friends! And I fought my way up as a Jew in the department in the days you were supposed to have an uncircumcised shamrock between your legs. I have this nightmare. I'm on 5th Avenue watching the St. Patrick's Day parade and I have a coronary and nine thousand cops march happily over my body.
Frank Serpico: You stupid fuck! You didn't know me? You fired without a warning, without a fucking brain in your head? Oh, shit. If I buy one, motherfucker, I ain't buying it from you.
Tom Keough: Now I ain't sayin' who. They just said ya'... ya' couldn't be trusted, you know? Frank Serpico: 'Cause I don't take money, right? Tom Keough: Frank, let's face it. Who can trust a cop who don't take money?
Leslie Lane: [feeling his gun as she's riding on the back of his motorcycle] What'ya need a gun for? Frank Serpico: Didya ever hear of Barnum and Bailey? Leslie Lane: Yeah. Frank Serpico: Well, I'm their lion tamer.
Gun shop owner: That gun takes a 14 shot clip. You expecting an army? Frank Serpico: No. Just a division.
Frank Serpico: [Screaming repeatedly] It's my life you fuck!
Cop: Say it isn't so, Serpico.
Tom Keough: Drop your cocks and grab your socks!
Don Rubello: [looking suspiciously at Frank's mouse] What's with the fucking mouse? Frank Serpico: He's my partner. He sniffs out drugs. You know, I just send him through his little hole, he's gone for a while, and then he comes back with the heroin. Don Rubello: Oh, yeah, I heard of that. Frank Serpico: You heard of that? Yeah.
Larry: Leslie is a mindfucker. Frank Serpico: You gotta be kidding. I didn't know that. What's a mindfucker? Larry: Well, it's a chick who digs intellectual types and super bright guys. Frank Serpico: Oh, she's very perceptive.
Kid on the street: You the new bagman? You prick. What happened to Rubello, you son of a bitch?
Frank Serpico: [Lombardo has fallen] You okay? Insp. Lombardo: Yeah... makes me feel like a cop again.
Rudy Corsaro: [being arrested by Serpico, who's having trouble finding his badge] Where have they been hidin' you, kid? Frank Serpico: Wouldn't you like to know?
Cop: [to Frank] All right, you cocksucker. You might get by with that shit in the Bronx, but down here, eight thousand a month is chicken feed. And with that, you don't fuck around. You understand? Good. Now get the fuck out.
Bob Blair: [to Frank] Who the fuck do you think you are, you son of a bitch? You think you have it bad just because those bastards won't play ball?
Frank Serpico: You know, you're pretty fuckin' weird for a cop. Bob Blair: Me? What about *you*? You're a fucking hippie!
Frank Serpico: I'm "being disciplined", your Honour, for what...?
Insp. Lombardo: [during a raid] FREEZE, FUCKFACE!
Desk sergeant: [referring to Serpico's moustache] You look like an asshole with dentures.
Barto: How long have you been with the BCI now, Serpico? Frank Serpico: All my life. Barto: That's long enough to know how we do things. Frank Serpico: Barto, it's not just that. [in a sarcastic tone] Frank Serpico: You don't like me! Barto: BCI never had a weirdo cop before. Frank Serpico: Barto, stop buggin' me!
Insp. Kellogg: [discussing the bribe money while eating lobster] Things like this were common practice in the bad old days. Hard to believe it's still going on.
Tom Keough: Frank, let's face it, who can trust a cop that won't take money?
Lt. Steiger: [Serpico and another cop have just been watching a naked girl out the bathroom window] Hold it, Serpico. What were you two doing? Frank Serpico: What? Lt. Steiger: In the shithouse, in the dark! Were you going down on him? Frank Serpico: What are you talking about? Lt. Steiger: You gonna tell me you were just doing a little Peeping Tom? You were suckin' his cock, weren't you! Frank Serpico: Are you crazy? Lt. Steiger: I'll show you fuckin' crazy. Last week I found a pair of shorts with semen on 'em. [He pushes open a stall and points] Lt. Steiger: There! Frank Serpico: Are you actually accusing me of this?
Capt. Insp. McClain: Frank, we wash our own laundry here!
Capt. Insp. McClain: Frank, has anyone ever told you that you have a tendency toward self-pity? Frank Serpico: No, you're the first.
Frank Serpico: When I come home, I want to come home to a clean house. Laurie: Paco, don't take it out on me. Frank Serpico: I'm not taking it out on you; I just don't wanna have to pick up *shit*! Laurie: [starts crying]