From the smallest room in New York City

comes a show that gives you a reason to live.

Joining me now, Larry is.

Hey, Larry, what's going on?

Hey, Pat, how you doing?

I'm all right.

Detectives on a squad in a Brooklyn precinct

use racist language to bully fellow detectives

and slur crime victims,

smoking the station house and PlayStation

while earning overtime.

Hold on a second.

How can we get that?

Yeah, it sounds like a good.

I mean, they're probably hiring over in Violin, Brooklyn.

Yeah, they become physical when defined.

Another detective who worked in that unit claims in a civil rights filing.

Okay, so there's somebody who's tired of it.

Looks like it's Michael Moy.

Michael,

Amoy.

Um,

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