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♪ 22 locked down years ♪

♪ Still here and I'm thinking how we're raised ♪

♪ Made me an angry soul ♪

♪ This is what he gave me, your baby ♪

♪ Having to deal with stress ♪

♪ Catching chin shots ♪

(explosion sound)

♪ I ain't even scream at your man ♪

♪ You respect with the left ♪

♪ How can I respect you? Lay another hand ♪

♪ on my mom's, me and you is dropping bombs ♪

♪ It's over though, another shot to the soul ♪

♪ Tell me what can I do at 13 ♪

Help you sweetness?

I wanna meet King.

You come bearing gifts?

Hey King!

Private party, man.

- Private party - Baby, hold on.

- Chill out. - Hey, King.

Yo, man, back up. It's a private party.

Yo Queen.

Yo, man, you better back up.

I'm Rocky, dog.

Yo, King, what you want me to do with this punk ass?

I want a shot at the title, man.

Hey, man, go home

Baby, let's just go.

Hey, go home, dog.

Look...

(woman screaming)

(bottle breaking)

(crowd moaning)

(crowd cheering)

Thanks, champ. My son will love it.

Knock it off. Go back to work.

Go back to work right now.

Go, son, move faster.

You made bail.

Open on one.

Go.

He's the former heavyweight champion of the world.

You know, I could sue this department for harassment.

Yes, you could.

But I think that would be a bad idea based on the fact

your clients up for a felony assault charge.

You tell Rick to take my wife to the hotel.

You okay, King?

What took you so long?

Sorry, man.

This wasn't necessary.

Yeah, listen, I tell you what, King.

While you're in my town, you just take it easy.

This ain't your town, man.

(crowd cheering)

Muhammad Ali, Sugar Ray Leonard.

They were champions.

You're no longer looking at just a map of the district.

You are looking at a honey pot.

Every gangster, hooker, pimp, scalper, pickpocket.

Every criminal on the eastern seaboard and probably

some from the west are going to be in town for this fight.

Which means we're going to have to maximize our efforts.

We're going to be doing a lot of overtime, which means

the city's gonna have to open up their pocketbook.

It's not a problem.

Ella, the mayor said not a problem.

Made a note, chief.

Deputy chief.

Wherever Atticus King fights, trouble follows.

Atlantic City.

15 injured after looting broke out.

Las Vegas.

Members of King's entourage arrested for assault.

D and D's, sexual battery.

This week, we were able to put a damper on the vacation plans

of Carmine Magnoli.

He and his crew arrived in our city for a little

pre fight tailgate party.

Our undercover people were able to pick them up on

felony arrest warrants before they left the train station.

It's one for the good guys.

Miss Farmer.

I've put together a revised budget

approved by Mayor Douglas.

It allows for 600 additional uniformed officers,

200 plain clothes and will be deployed starting tomorrow.

Overtime is encouraged,

vacations are to be put on hold.

And we just got word that the president is trying to

juggle his schedule to attend.

That's swell.

I think the mayor has a few words before

we depart, Mister mayor.

Thank you, chief.

You know, I made a promise to the people of this city

to revitalize the economy,

to create jobs, to give them hope.

Now, this title fight is just the first step

in fulfilling that promise.

Now, with your help, we are not only going to provide

a safe venue for this extravaganza,

we are going to show that Washington is a world class city

capable of hosting world class events.

It's a place that people want to visit.

So I just want to take this opportunity to thank you all

in advance for your hard work and for your dedication.

Thank you.

Thank you, mister mayor.

Dismissed.

Hey, Kavanaugh. How you doing?

Don't you look lovely?

Listen, I'm sorry I can't do lunch today.

I know you didn't ask me, but I really don't have the time.

You know, you might want to save the teeth

for your deposition, chief.

All right, what is it this time?

- Carmine Magnoli? - Yeah.

Grease ball from New York.

I would make sure that my fee is dry before you deposit it.

What, is there a convention of bottom feeders in town?

I mean, you can do better than that.

Come on.

You picked the man up, locked him in a shuttle,

and drove him to jail.

Well, he could have opted for a cab.

You can't arrest people just for stepping foot in Washington.

Yes, I can.

Yes I can when they break the law.

But I'm sure that's not why he came down here, is it?

I came for Atticus King's arrest report.

Uh huh.

Now, the one from '94 or the one from last night?

He did his time. Chief.

According to witnesses at the club, he was the victim.

First assaulted by a drunken patron,

clearly trying to impress his girlfriend,

and then by your cops,

who did a tap dance on his head.

False arrest, use of force violations.

I could go on

I'm starting to enjoy all this,

kind of like foreplay.

You are incredible.

Aren't I, though?

King never touched him.

Not even close.

Kid's angling for a lawsuit.

Who's the guy throwing punches?

Guppy Walters, one of King's bodyguards.

Somebody's gotta protect the fans.

- King's people see this yet? - Nope.

Oh, they will drop the charges against King,

swear out a warrant for Guppy the fish.

We're on.

(intense rock music)

How many times do I have to tell you guys this?

Forget it. She's with King.

Yeah?

Where was she last night?

Wherever he told her to be.

Yeah.

Guppy Walters, you're under arrest for the assault

and battery of Cory Biggs at 1600 southeast.

Turn around. Put your hands behind your back.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I told you that punk ass started the fight last night.

King. We got no beef with you.

Always coming to the rescue, ain't you?

Let them do their job, Atticus.

You remember my wife, don't you, detective?

Do what you have, officers.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

- against you in a court of law. - Detective.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed

to you by the court. Do you understand these rights?

Yeah, I got it.

Take him, fellas.

You forgot to tell me they were friends of yours.

I wouldn't call them friends.

They seem to know you.

♪ What time is it? ♪

What is going on out here?

To chief Mannion and my friends at the MPD.

Thanks for the hospitality, King.

You can take one home to Ricky.

Oh, I'm sure he'd love one.

Not a fan.

Now what?

A convicted felon who beats up people for a living.

No, I've got better things to do.

And as long as I have anything to say about it,

so does my son.

(through the radio) 6042, domestic violence.

8500 Massachusetts.

Sheppard Capital Hotel.

Where are you going?

Got an errand.

And what about the...?

(distant woman screaming)

Police.

Open up.

What the hell is wrong with you?

(knocking on door)

MPD, open the door.

Don't open the door.

I said don't open the door.

I don't want them in here.

MPD, open the door.

Get out of my room.

This ain't none of your damn business.

Hey, you take it easy.

Everybody just calm down.

Oh, my God, man, I can't believe you got the nerve

to step up in here.

You alright?

I'm fine.

Man, what you worried about her for?

I'm the one getting beat on.

She threw a vase at me, man.

Who do you think will have to pay for that, huh?

- You need to back off. - Man, back off what?

I'll back up in your ass, what's wrong with you?

- I will knock your ass. - Step back.

And you wonder why people think that you're a criminal.

You are out of control.

Look at the people you surround yourself with.

Look at the way you act.

You are a criminal.

You want to file charges, ma'am?

You want him to go to jail?

- No. - Yeah, that's right.

You stay away from my wife.

(door opening)

(door closing)

- Morning, chief. - Hey, Stanley.

So who do you like this weekend?

Redskins.

(snorts)

You're talking about the fight?

Yeah, sure.

You know, I like boxing. Boxing.

Not that circus, which is what we have

come to town.

You're gonna have to deal with some real knuckleheads on this.

- Knuckleheads are my business. - Right.

You know, for the next couple of days, I gotta listen

to trash talk coming out of my nephew's mouth

cats down at the bus stop, everywhere.

You know what I got a real problem with?

No, what?

I got a problem with Mayor Douglas.

Now, he's got himself a bad case of Jesse Jackson-itis.

I mean, he's given the impression the entire community

is of one accord in this thing.

Like the entire black community rolled out the red carpet

for this punk Atticus King.

- Sad - This I know.

Yeah, well, you're in the minority on this one, chief.

You know the funny thing?

Stanley used to be in the majority.

Hey, if you run for mayor, I'm voting for you.

- See you later. - See you, chief.

Ella, you all right?

Stanley Carver, the nice handyman,

passed away.

Paperwork just came over my desk.

My gosh.

And I'm seeing dead people, Ella.

In fact, I'm having conversations with them.

- Chief, don't joke. - No, no, no.

I'm not joking.

I just rode down the elevator with him.

In fact, he's gonna run for mayor.

I'm gonna vote for him.

My God, I am tapped into something here.

You're alive.

Better than the alternative.

For some reason, the government thinks you're dead.

I see.

This is my brother, Silas.

He died last month.

He lived with me the last couple years.

Same last name, same address.

The government must have made a mistake.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Stanley.

You never mentioned it.

I didn't know.

My condolences.

And I will get this straightened out.

Right?

Housekeeping came up around 1015 for turndown service.

Nancy call CSU.

Cutter, could you close out the floor, the elevators,

the stairways, and make sure nobody gets up here

until our people get here.

You got it.

Thank you, Miss Raskin.

Of course.

Whatever happened here,

it looks like she put up a hell of a fight.

It wasn't enough.

Has King been notified?

No, sir.

We're out looking for him right now.

According to his manager, he's out doing his road work.

Alone?

That's the story.

Puts in a couple hours a night.

Let's talk to him.

Mister King.

What do you want?

MPD. We need you to get dressed.

- I ain't done yet. - You we are now.

I said get dressed.

Man, you don't never give up, do you?

Mister King, your wife has been killed.

Need you to come downtown and talk to us.

No, that ain't mine, man.

Mister King, get dressed right now.

- I didn't kill my wife. - Who did?

Whoever did it gonna be dead itself if

I get my hands on them.

Atticus, please, man.

I said shut your cake hole.

I am trying to protect you.

I didn't do nothing, alright?

You ain't hanging this on me.

I got nothing to hide.

Georgia's dead, man.

It's not looking good for you.

You think I don't know what you want?

Mister King, sit down.

You think I don't know what this is about?

You trying to take me down. You wanna knock me out?

Come on, man. Easy, easy.

You ain't tough enough to take me out.

You wasn't tough enough then, and you ain't tough enough now.

So you got to plant evidence on me.

Put that rope in my bag, huh?

You set me up, chump.

Messing with a man's wife.

That ought to be against the law.

Other than the rope, what makes King our only suspect?

Well, he used the private elevator to get

from his room down to the gym.

Now, you need your car key to get on the elevator.

And only guests with rooms on the private floors have access.

Well, according to hotel security,

the cards are computer coded.

And only King's was used at the time of the murder.

Sir, I was told this was a rush.

The blood on the rope was Georgia King's.

And based on the condition of the body,

I'd say that she put up quite a fight.

You got any other physical evidence

that ties King to the murder?

Not at the moment,

but I'm just dealing with preliminary results here.

Alright, you get something, you let me know.

Yes, sir.

We're gonna need more than circumstantial evidence to hold

the former heavyweight champion of the world.

Temple.

That thing that went on in interrogation

between you and King?

- Should that concern us? - No, sir.

You sure?

There's nothing that impacts this case, sir.

Sir, sir, we have a weapon, we have a motive,

and we can tie it to him.

We're sitting on a powder keg here, Temple.

All these people in town for the fight.

We arrest King again, and this time for murder.

It could set it off.

Yeah, well, we need more evidence, don't we?

Didn't it bother you, Ray?

Temple, asking us to clear the hotel room?

(negative interjection)

We were the first officers to respond.

I know what I should and shouldn't

touch in a crime scene.

Be careful with what you're thinking about, partner.

Why would King put the jump rope in his gym bag?

Look, it was a crime of passion.

He killed her,

realized what he did,

panicked,

then he stuffed the murder weapon in his bag

until he could figure out what to do with it.

And in the meantime, he goes for a run,

where he could have disposed of it anywhere,

and then comes back and takes a shower?

Temple was the only other person at both locations.

The only person who could have moved the rope.

If it was moved.

Come on.

You telling me you think Detective Page

planted the rope on the guy?

No.

I don't know.

Can I steal that?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I keep seeing King and temple in that hotel room.

And the look between them.

Can't shake it, Ray.

I know it doesn't make any sense,

but I can't shake it.

Payroll's telling me not to cut you any more checks

until we clear up whether you're dead or alive.

I thought it was obvious.

Well, I guess I better go show them then.

No, you know, wait.

Let's just do it here.

I'll need your brother's full name and his date of birth.

Silas Carver.

June 22, 1949.

You're not Stanley Carver, are you?

No, ma'am.

I believe I saw you play, mister Carver.

The Nets, wasn't it?

Before the NBA banned you for life for drug usage?

Yes, sir.

That's the last I heard of you.

I went downhill fast.

I spent ten years in prison.

After I got out,

the stigma of being a former NBA standout

who had washed out was too much.

I mean, I couldn't live with that Silas anymore,

but I couldn't outrun him either.

So you used your brother's ID to get this job.

And that was, what, nine years ago?

There was a time I thought basketball

would take care of me forever, Miss Farmer.

I sure as heck didn't think I'd end up

doing handiwork for a living.

I'd have to lie to get that job.

Look, what I'm trying to say

is that I like this job

and I'd like to keep it.

Would you excuse us for a minute, Stanley?

Yes, ma'am.

We have to let him go, you know that.

Can't we make an exception?

There are no ambiguity in departmental regulations.

You have a felony conviction, you cannot work here.

Whether we like it or not.

Joe, if we don't believe in rehabilitation,

what good are we doing here?

Ella, I will help the man find a job.

Just not here.

Okay.

King signed these for my kid.

Figure they'd be worth 2, 300 if he fights and wins,

500 if he's convicted.

Yeah, good for you.

Sounds like you're gonna get paid either way.

That's what I'm saying.

Where does your partner think Paige planted the evidence?

She never said that.

What did she say?

- Nothing. - Nothing, huh?

Look, let me tell you something.

Anybody who knows Temple Page knows he'd never plant evidence.

I agree.

Although, as I recall, I believe it was you, detective,

who thought I was capable of raping your ex wife.

You're talking about a high profile case in public,

you're making accusations about

a detective's conduct in the crime scene.

And that's not in your report.

This is your signature, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Then what's the problem?

I can't explain how the murder weapon got into King's gym bag

after I witnessed him leave it in the hotel room.

And I can't account for what detective Page did

when he was alone in that hotel room.

Nancy, you think Temple planted the evidence?

I don't know.

What do you believe?

I don't know.

Revise it.

Yes, sir.

Oh.

What the hell is that?

I found that in my desk.

I guess somebody thinks you're a rat.

Somebody?

Don't look at me. I didn't do it.

No, but I bet you know who did.

Because?

Because I'm just a dumb ass uni

who dared to question a detective.

And now I'm gonna pay for it?

You pissed everybody off, not just the detectives.

How? By doing my job?

No, by mouthing off about another cop

before you knew what was really going on.

I was talking to my partner in confidence about my suspicions.

I didn't announce it, report it, complain about it,

or embellish it.

And I only spoke to the chief about it after he called me in.

There's a rat here, alright, it just isn't me.

Mister mayor, you brought the King fight here despite

protests from civic leaders that it would increase crime.

Looks like they were right, doesn't it?

I think that that's ludicrous, Jim, that you would try

to link this very personal tragedy with street crime.

- Is the fight still on? - Well, it's not up to me.

Obviously, Mister King needs time to grieve.

And that's a decision that he'll have to make for himself.

Is King a suspect?

This is an open murder investigation.

We have a number of people we're interested in speaking with,

but there are no suspects at this time.

Can you address allegations coming from the king camp

that Detective Page is trying to frame him?

That he may have had an affair with King's wife six years ago?

I have no comment on that.

Did Temple Page plant the murder weapon

in King's gym bag to get revenge?

There is no more information on the investigation.

There will be a briefing tomorrow at noon.

- Thank you. - Thank you all very much.

Mister Mayor, could we have another minute of your time?

Six years ago, Atticus King thought his wife

was cheating on him.

Hired a private investigator who took those photos.

It only took me two phone calls to find those,

and I'm new in town.

Yeah, so the media is going to go with the story

that Temple planted the evidence.

Well, if they weren't before, they will now.

This is ridiculous.

No, it's a great story.

And this information makes you ripe for the picking.

You were alone at the murder scene.

You were the first person

to have contact with King after the murder.

They'll say you had a vendetta against him.

I'm just telling you how it's gonna go down.

Chief, I was not involved with this woman.

I was a rookie cop.

I answered a domestic dispute call.

I thought I could help her.

When it became obvious that I couldn't, I let it go.

Should I release a statement?

No, no.

We're investigating a murder.

I don't want to go on the defensive here.

Temple.

Be careful.

Yes.

You know, you could give me a heads up.

You ambushed me in there.

Oh, you don't like being ambushed?

- No. - How do you think I felt?

You better be able to account for every second

you were in that hotel suite

and every move you made before you found

the rope in the gym bag.

I know the media.

I deal with them every day.

Now, Chief Mannion might leave it at your word,

but they won't, and neither will I.

Now, what happened with you and Georgia King?

Nothing.

I suppose these are pictures of nothing.

I thought that I could save her.

I was a rookie cop straight out of the academy,

and I thought I was Superman.

I thought I could change her life.

Well, when did you realize she didn't want to be rescued?

When I realized that she was in love with him.

No matter how bad he treated her.

You know what Nancy, me and you need to set something straight.

No, we don't.

I've already been put in my place

on your behalf by the chief.

Maybe this isn't the place, Temple.

Cutter, I'm cool.

I took control of that crime scene, and I cleared the room

because that's my job.

That's not procedure, and you know it.

So that means I planted evidence.

- I never said that. - You implied that I did.

I was asked a question and I told the truth.

I didn't lie one way or the other.

I did exactly what you would have done

in the same situation.

Luther Potter.

Who's that?

Nobody.

No, it's an alias that the MPD created, you know,

comes with a clean record, new Social Security number.

Normally, I'd give it to an undercover cop,

but I don't have to.

- You wanna give it to Stanley? - Yeah.

I mean, he needs a new identity.

Come on, if he can be Silas, he can be Luther Potter.

They'll find out.

Who?

- Somebody. - Nobody.

You're not gonna tell. I'm not gonna tell.

Come on, we want him to keep working here, don't we?

Change his name,

and Joe, I mean, Nolan.

They'll never find out.

Luther Potter.

Atticus King is going forward

with his lawsuit against the MPD.

I just thought you'd want to know.

Why, Cavanaugh

it's all about money with you, isn't it?

What did you say?

Well, I mean, you know what scares me

if you and I were to have a relationship?

Well, I don't think I could afford you.

Oh, were we talking about having a relationship suddenly?

Oh, for Pete's sake. You find me irresistible.

No, I don't.

Oh, yes, you do.

- Oh, no, I don't. - Uh huh.

Yeah, you do. Hey.

- Would you like a clown nose? - What?

You're gonna be going upstairs to negotiate a settlement.

You might need a clown nose.

How about a piece of licorice?

Is this the sort of act your first two wives

found irresistible, Jack?

If they did, I'd still be married to one of them,

or both of them if I lived in Utah.

But you want to know what I find interesting?

Is that a woman who doesn't find me the least bit irresistible

would go to all the trouble to find out I was married before.

- You know what I think? - What?

I think you find yourself irresistible.

Well, you're right.

- See in court. - Okay.

Yeah, I need her right now. Thank you.

Thanks.

I've been checking Georgia King's calendar,

and over the past several months,

she's had several meetings

with her accountants, with her investment advisors,

and they all say the same thing.

That she suspected that somebody within King's circle

was stealing money.

Makes sense, cause I got $5 million unaccounted for here,

and another 3 invested in some bogus offshore corp.

Not in the King's name.

If I didn't believe that King did it,

this would almost make me think that somebody else did.

You mean like whoever took the money?

I've talked to everybody whose room was either adjacent to,

across the hall, or below Mister King's

at the night of the murder.

Only three people were in the room at the time.

Another one thought they heard a bump.

And no one else was any help.

We haven't been able to hook up yet

with the guy whose room is below Mister King's.

We got an address on him?

Edgar Udall.

New York City.

Hey, Ferris, put up the balcony.

What are you thinking?

Edgar Udall. 140 West 65th Street, New York.

That's Lincoln Center.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

And I'm pretty sure whoever killed Georgia King

didn't go through the front door.

Follow me on this.

Killer comes up the elevator using King's card key.

Comes in here, kills her, goes back out,

uses Kings card key again.

Punches the lobby button. Only, doesn't go down.

- He comes out here. - Then what?

Climbs to the balcony below?

It's a long way down, chief.

One slip.

Yeah, but it's doable, right?

I wouldn't do it.

How about you, Dobrino?

If my life depended on it, I guess I'd do it.

I'd do anything.

This is the room directly below Mister King's suite.

And nobody saw the man that checked in the room?

No. It's as if he was never here.

No suitcase, no dirty towels.

Bed was never slept in.

Temple, come here.

See if you can reach that railing.

Don't worry about it. I'll hold on you.

Come on.

- Easy. - Careful there, Spider man.

Come on.

Come on, Temple.

Good.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Well done.

Doable.

Hey, chief.

Check this out.

Oh, yeah.

Good.

Mister Udall checked in two days before the Kings.

I remember the day, we had a big convention.

Lots of late check ins. The desk was swamped.

He was very specific. He wanted that room.

Had to have it.

Now, do you have a description of him?

Caucasian, 40 to 50. That's it.

What about credit card?

Canceled this morning.

I'm assuming the name and address were bogus.

Is there any way to tell if he ever actually

went into that room?

I mean, he would have had to, to open the balcony doors.

Let me see.

The numbers in green are housekeeping.

They're always the same.

We reprogram the locks and issue a new card key

whenever a new guest checks in.

Mister Udall arrived on the 10th.

Right, two days later, Georgia King is murdered.

Mister Udall went into room 1456 at 05:07 on the 12th.

And never used his card key again.

And what's this right here?

This access denied.

Same day, same time.

Looks like someone tried another card key.

Another one of our guests probably had the wrong room

at the exact same time.

Or you'd all got the keys mixed up.

I can dial M for murder.

What?

You know that classic with Grace Kelly and Ray what...?

- Yeah, Ray Milland - Right.

It's a murder mystery where they get the keys mixed up.

Now, can you pull up which guest keys were denied?

But what do you know?

Rick Sheffield, Atticus King's manager.

Paging Rick Sheffield.

Rick Sheffield to the red courtesy ball, please.

Rick Sheffield.

Hello.

Well...

There's one question I just have to ask.

Why the police department?

This job got me straight.

Watching these people's lives changed

the second they went through booking.

It was a constant reminder, you know.

And that's what I needed, a reminder.

So I stayed.

Well.

Welcome back, Luther.

Wow.

Thank you, Miss Farmer.

Stanley.

Stanley Carver.

Joe,

his name is not Stanley anymore.

It's Luther.

- Luther? - Yes.

Luther Potter.

Luther Potter.

Wouldn't you talk to the chief about it?

Forget it.

What the hell is this?

What's going on?

This is a private training facility.

You're not welcome here without an invitation.

We brought our own.

An arrest warrant.

Oh, man.

Relax, King.

Not you, him.

What?

Georgia found out he was stealing from you.

He killed her, and then he set you up to take the fall.

- You telling me he did this? - I would never.

I would never.

They framed you, and then they framed me.

I trusted you.

How could you do this to me?

You owe me an apology.

For what?

For accusing me of killing my wife.

What's your problem with me, man?

Would you come with me for a minute?

Come on.

Each one of these dots represents a crime.

An assault, robbery, rape, homicide,

all committed by juveniles.

So this is the rap where you tell me

I can make a difference,

that I got a responsibility to my people.

Our people.

These are our people.

And, yeah, this is gonna be that rap.

So, what scares you about a little social responsibility?

I ain't scared of nothing.

I just don't appreciate people telling me

how to handle my business.

Right.

Yeah.

And I'm saying that why don't you think about

not padding your pockets for a while?

You know, let's say that next can of soda pop,

you're gonna sell.

Instead of doing that, you do a public service announcement.

Or instead of endorsing a shoe, you adopt a school.

- Come on, man. - No, you come on.

You come on.

I mean, you can make a difference here, King.

A lot of these kids, they wanna be you.

They never will.

Do you have any idea how short a boxer's career is?

Yeah, I do.

Well, you think that's any different for any of us?

It's up to you to do

what you have to do with the power you got.

I mean, you can live it up.

You can have a good life and all that.

You can spend your time trying to keep

from crashing and burning.

I mean, that might happen.

Or you could be one of those athletes that's talked

about in the same breath with Magic Johnson,

Muhammad Ali, Tiger woods.

None of them went through what I went through.

These kids are going through what you went through.

You done?

Look.

You and your conscience talk about it,

think it over.

When you change your mind, give me a call.

I could use your help.

I got a plane to catch.

A world class event is what you were promised Washington.

And a world class event is what you'll get.

The King-Elkins fight has been postponed indefinitely,

(on the TV) but taking its place...

You've been avoiding me.

Do you want to go to dinner?

What? Tonight?

You owe me.

I do not owe you.

I was doing my job.

I'm not talking about work now.

I'm busy.

You know, most guys take that as a no.

What time?

I'm available now.

No, no, no, wait.

Try it like this.

Oh.

- Hi. - Hi.

Lovely.

(accordion note)

Atticus King's attorney, that would be me,

convinced him to drop his lawsuit against the MPD.

- Oh - Yeah.

I thought a celebration might be in order.

Yeah.

We're practicing.

Kinda.

We're done.

This is my favorite boxing movie.

It's not really a boxing movie.

It's a tear jerker.

Frank.

No more strolling.

Just stay in one place.

Frank was serving 15 years for counterfeiting in Joliet.

He learned to play the accordion, of all things,

while he was stationed there.

And the first thing I did, of course, was when I saw him,

I said, Frank, he's playing at an Italian restaurant.

He got kicked out a couple of times.

There's no big deal. But that guy is a terrific guy.

Do you always talk so much?

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