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Good morning.

Morning.

Where are you going?

Gotta go to work.

Back to normal, right?

If this was a mistake, I'm sorry.

No. No.

I asked you to make love to me.

And you did.

Now it's the morning after.

I never lied to you, Kay.

You know who I am.

I know.

You're a man who can't commit.

And I'm a woman who's been raped.

The only difference is, you're going to stick to what's wrong with you.

And I'm moving on.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

Why is everybody always worrying about her?

What about me?

happened i was trying to help her i thought i was doing what she wanted and

this morning wake up she's mad at me what is it with all you women anyway i

mean if you're not june cleaver then you're not happy and don't give me that

look i know it's more complicated than that but maybe i don't want to deal with

the complications okay okay right

Hey, police!

Wake it up!

Police! I'll blaze English!

Hey!

I'm off!

Want to end up like your buddy here?

Women, we make love, and we think we're going to a new place.

Men make love, and they go back to where they came from.

He's not going to change.

I know that.

Dickie was wonderful last night.

But I don't need a phantom lover. I need a man of my own.

You still love him.

I'll get over it.

It'll only take me a lifetime or two.

I'm a cop.

Stand back.

Let him breathe.

Give him some love, huh?

Back off!

Just a minute. Let's take care of him.

Don't try anything stupid.

There's an ambulance coming. I don't see no ambulance. You're a liar like all the

others. Break it up? Come on, let's go.

Don't be put up this alley now.

Hey Frank, check out the guest of honor.

Nice company you're keeping, Cobb. Why don't you two try worrying about him

instead?

What's his problem? He got hit on the head with a trash can.

Get real. You're the one that beat him. Yeah, check out that stick he's

carrying, huh? What are you talking about?

Neither one of you were here to see anything.

Is there anyone who did?

Yeah.

The poor goof. This guy and his partner were putting dents in when I got here.

That's bull.

This man's a stone liar.

You're lying.

Sounds like you could be in the soup, Cobb.

I really would have felt better about this if your lawyer had been present,

Bruce. Look, I meant what I said in there. I'll be glad to call him and tell

him I'm cool with this.

Something's bothering you.

Don't try to read my mind, Tess.

Just enjoy the books, okay?

But they were your favorites. Yeah, Tess and I always assumed the first edition

of Hemingway and Faulkner would be one of the last things you said. So much you

want. They just don't matter to me anymore.

I've really got to go. I'll see you later.

Bye.

Nice to see our tax dollars working so late.

Unfortunately, our criminals work even later.

I hope you're not here to tell me that you've discovered that firsthand, Pat.

To the contrary, Arthur.

No, I've got some news that is guaranteed to take your mind off our

vermin-infested streets.

We'd like you to run for Ed Staley's seat in city council.

But who does?

Well, I do, of course, but more importantly, the mayor.

He was the one who brought up your name, in fact.

And after we'd batted around some other possibilities, it became perfectly clear

that the Ninth Ward couldn't give us a better candidate than you.

I'm flattered.

Obviously,

I've thought about a political career. That's no secret. But to take the plunge

so suddenly... Special elections, not for another two months.

It won't be a stroll in the park.

Competition could be fierce. I mean, there's Flynn,

Weissman. Yeah, but you'll be the one with the mayor's seal of approval, see?

I had Ed Staley's seal of approval right up to the time he took the fall.

Oh, don't worry about that too much. I mean, you were the one who pushed him

off the cliff.

So I was.

You born this tough, Pat?

It's kind of an acquired thing.

So what do you say, Arthur?

Well, I'm definitely interested.

I'm honored.

I hope you tell the mayor that.

It's just that I need a little time to think.

Don't think about it too long.

The brass ring's coming around now.

You better grab it.

You're the first person who's asked me that all day.

What?

Well, I'm better off than Freddy Ortega, who had a fractured skull

when they were taking him to the hospital, and now he's in a coma.

Do they think you did it?

Who, cops?

That seems to be the popular opinion.

Are they right?

Look, I just spent four hours filling out reports

and answering a lot of questions from a bunch of cops who were praying that I

did it.

I thought you were on my side. What about innocent until proven guilty and

all that other garbage that you're always talking about?

I'm on the side, but...

Okay. There have been times when I've been ready to take somebody's head off.

And there have been plenty of times when I've used force to subdue a suspect.

But I have never gotten rough with someone who didn't need it.

What about this time?

I did my job, Tess.

I broke up a street beef.

I used my baton on Ortega, but it never got near his head.

I could have just kept on driving right down the street and let those guys

tear each other apart.

But I took an oath, and my oath is as important to me as

yours is to you.

And that oath is in force all day.

Every day.

And it's not something that I can turn on and off to fit my mood.

I didn't do it.

If you say so.

I believe you.

It's pretty early for you to be making a house call, isn't it?

You've got a problem.

Oh, I think we both have a problem here, Captain Pinkston. Well, now that I'm in,

Internal Affairs has got Cobb under a microscope.

They dirt on that boy and they're going to find it.

So what's your office doing to hold up its share of the load? We are treating

Cobb carefully.

Of course, we've always done that, given his propensity for extreme behavior.

And nothing else.

You're forgetting the caseload this office has to contend with. Oh, now let

me just see.

You've got Freddy Ortega, who's got not just a skull fracture, but a depressed

skull fracture, and he's laying up there in a coma.

And you're offering up the old woe is me because you just got to have Cobb, who

put Ortega in that unfortunate way.

Out there chasing bad guys when he's one himself.

Just between you and me, Captain.

Just between you and me. You wouldn't by any chance be...

salivating at the chance to nail Cobb, would you?

That means no translating.

Just between you and me, I've already cleared a place off of my wall where I'm

gonna hang his head.

Little lady?

How you doing, Arthur?

Trying to be cordial to a ranking member of the police department.

Well, civility goes a long way, Tess, in case being around Cobb has made you

forget that.

Why are you turning on Dickie?

He deserves your support. He's done a good job for you. Granted.

But he has pushed the envelope time and time again. He may have finally gone too

far.

You don't have any evidence that proves Dickie's guilty.

Oh, you're absolutely sure he's innocent?

Yes, Arthur, absolutely.

Well, he's obviously already talked to you.

My advice to you is to keep your distance until this thing gets resolved.

Politics. Tess, everything is politics.

Remember me?

I'm not sick.

I believe it.

Because when the woman I'm crazy about doesn't see me for three nights in a

row, I start thinking she's not so crazy about me.

Too many cases.

My mama died.

Did they get home all right?

Yes, thank you.

Great. So, what about tonight?

I can't.

How much can you do for him?

You can't do anything.

But you'd still let it get between us.

Not either or.

Well, maybe not from where you sit.

On my side, it sure feels like that.

You're wrong.

I'm wrong.

Well, if you say so, it must be true.

God, you are tough to have a relationship with. I would walk over hot

coals for you, but this constant begging is starting to get demeaning.

I can't keep doing this if it's only going to be on your terms.

No tests.

That's exactly the way things are.

So let's just leave it this way.

When you're ready to see me, you let me know.

Even if I think you're getting a bum rap?

What is this?

Some kind of joke?

What happened to you is every cop's nightmare.

That could have been any one of us out there.

Yeah? You just got the dirty end of the stick, that's all.

When did you get the personality transplant?

Hey, I always thought you were a good cop.

It's that high and mighty attitude of yours that burns my ass.

I'm not talking about John Dugan, if that's what you're here for.

Well, you shouldn't have talked about him in the first place.

John Dugan was the best friend I ever had.

I didn't want him to be dirty.

But he was.

He was a brother cop.

And you cut yourself out of the family when you blew the whistle on him.

If I had to cover for him to stay in the family, I'd just as soon go it alone.

Well, that's what you're gonna do, all right, Cobb.

Anyone else in a jam like the one you're in, the streets would be crawling with

cops trying to find Ortega's buddy and the guy they were pounding on.

But you?

You got what you wanted, pal.

You're on your own.

Ed, wouldn't want you to miss your elevator, Arthur.

That was seven, wasn't it? Same as always.

Hold the elevator!

Gosh, I should have known there was more to it than the pursuit of justice.

If you would enlighten me as to what it is, I might be able to confirm or deny

it. Oh, you're gonna deny it?

Don't worry about that.

You're gonna deny that you ever talked me into resigning because you knew that

you were a candidate to replace me.

You're gonna deny that Pat Quinlan told you that the mayor handpicked you as his

candidate. And you're gonna deny Arthur.

that you made a world-class A1 sucker out of me. You played yourself for a

sucker, Ed, the day you started taking kickbacks.

You know what's funny about all this? That cop, that cop, that's it.

He's in all that trouble.

Well, Arthur, that's going to be your albatross. What are you going to tell

the voters about one of your investigators that's running wild?

I haven't decided whether I'm going to run or not. Oh, you're going to run,

Arthur. You're young and ambitious. I know what you're going to do because

I've been there.

But, Arthur, I never danced on anyone's grave.

And if you run, you're going to be dancing on mine.

Ed, you put yourself in it.

Problems, Arthur?

Some people.

It's not people.

It's politics.

Everything is politics.

Yet everyone's a comedian.

Now, if you don't have any work to do, I am sure I can find some for you.

I believe that.

What happened?

Kay, I really don't want to talk about it.

Yeah, well, you're the only one.

I did not put anybody in a coma.

With the possible exception of myself droning out my story all day long.

You look whipped.

I'm tired.

But I am not whipped.

What's the point?

What is the point of what?

Of being a cop.

The way they treat you, what you put yourself through.

Why bother?

You should know the answer to that. Your father was a cop. Yeah, and what did it

get him? A bad back, a heart attack, and an early grave. It is what I am good at,

Kay.

Most people go through their whole lives and never find what they're good at.

Fewer yet are able to make a living at it.

So most of those people are dead inside.

Being a cop makes me feel alive.

Those bastards expect me to roll over and die. They're going to have to kill

me.

The Internal Affairs has you in its crosshairs.

Oh, good morning to you too, Gaddis. I just thought you'd want to know.

They got to me before I could get out of my apartment.

Mark Nordoff?

He's a beauty.

Him and that partner of his, Willimer.

All the charm of public toilet seat.

Well, I appreciate the scouting report, Gaddis.

You sure you should be talking to me?

Hey, why do you think I waited till now instead of grabbing you at the station

last night?

With all those enemies, I'd say you could use some help.

You volunteering?

Oh, I know the turf where you tangled with young Mr.

Ortega.

I'd have to check, but when I was walking a beat down there, I think I

collared one of his brothers.

Maybe more than one.

So, yeah.

Let me see what I can do about finding those two clowns who got away from you.

You gonna need my report.

I already got a copy.

I'll be in touch.

No, I'm not taking a lawyer to internal affairs. Why should I?

There are no criminal charges against me.

You pay first.

Okay. I'll get it on record that I'm giving this statement under duress.

Okay? You like that?

Under duress. It's real lawyer talk.

You still have to get a lawyer.

Oh, for God's sakes, Tess. Come on.

Excuse me, Ms. Kaufman. May we come in?

You're already in.

Yes.

Well. This wouldn't be Detective Cobb, would it?

Walter Otwell.

And this is my investigator, Daryl Tully. This is about a lawsuit?

That remains to be seen.

I can tell you, however, that the family of Freddy Ortega has retained my

services.

They're not too crazy about the coma you put him in.

You know, you're not any better at getting your facts straight than you

were as a cop, Tully. Well, then perhaps you wouldn't mind enlightening us on a

few... Stop it!

No, ma.

You have a problem with a fellow member of the bar trying to elicit the truth?

Matter of fact, yes, I do.

When that fellow member of the bar is a sleazy opportunist playing it fast and

loose, any questions you have for Detective Cobb should be addressed to

the city attorney's office.

And you, take your hands out of your pocket.

Oh, I'd listen to her, Tully.

What have you got in here?

Bingo.

A door prize.

Just force of habit on Mr. Tully's part, I'm sure.

Are you finished?

Only for the moment.

Good day.

Now.

What's wrong?

I got to go.

What's wrong?

Nothing

Counselor, are you lost?

I'm sorry, Tess.

Counselor, everything is under control.

No problem.

What's that?

Problems? Now with Herb Chomsky taking care of bail.

Your husband will be down in about 15 minutes.

You can wait right over there.

I'll wait in my car.

I really appreciate your coming down here to get me, Tess.

You stink.

The drunk I shared a cell with had a little accident.

$900 suit.

Can you believe it?

Why?

Why what?

Why treat it already?

Just like a prosecutor.

Even with your own husband. In your mind, maybe, but not in the eyes of the

court.

And I didn't cheat an old lady, all right?

Some idiot nephew of hers.

This guy I didn't even know existed until he rose out of the swamp.

He's the reason for all this.

He can't grasp estate management, so he assumes... Stop it!

What do you mean, stop it, Tess? You wanted an explanation.

Why else suffer the indignity of coming down here to get me?

It doesn't matter what I think.

But it's facts.

Okay.

When was the last time you used your service baton, Detective Cobb?

When was the last time you guys started one of these things on time?

Three hour wait is standard here. Now answer the question.

Well, since you put it so nicely, I haven't used my service baton in years.

Maybe not since I was a patrolman.

Why did you use your PR-24 this time?

Because it made more sense than using a gun.

I didn't see any weapons.

It looked like a fight or a robbery. I'm still not sure what it was.

But you did feel that the situation required your intervention?

Yes, I did.

Mr. Ortega was beating a man being held by his partner.

Did you identify yourself as a policeman?

Yes, I did.

What happened next? Mr. Ortega hit me in the mouth.

Was it then that you hit him on the head with your PR-24? I never hit him on the

head. Detective Cobb, I have a record of every excessive force charge filed

against you during your tenure with the department. Now, a word to the wise

should be sufficient.

Don't yank our chains.

Now, where were we?

So, Pat, what's so important?

The, uh...

Mayor's getting impatient, aren't they?

I told you I needed time to think. That didn't seem to be a problem the last

time we talked.

Oh, believe me, we realize what an important decision this is for you.

But I got to admit, this Cobb situation has got us bothered.

I mean, just how serious is it?

I won't be able to give you an accurate reading until Internal Affairs finishes

with him.

He's your investigator.

This is no time for tap dancing. Then I'll come up with a strategy.

Well, do it quickly.

Mayor doesn't like his young princess to have rust on their shields. What's that

supposed to mean?

It just means that the mayor's going to have to be careful if Cobb's casting a

shadow on you. Wait a minute, Pat.

You came to me.

Now you're making it sound like I have to bow and scrape to get the support you

promised up front.

Arthur, please.

Don't misunderstand.

We are solidly behind you.

Nobody on the street's backing your story.

And you do know that.

Don't you?

Oh, hell, somebody must have seen what happened.

All we have is a couple of cholos who say they saw you use your PR-24 to beat

Ortega's head like it was a drum.

They're lying.

I was busy trying to subdue his partner.

Where was Ortega?

He was getting hit over the head with a trash can by the guy he was beating on.

Oh, yeah, this guy, the one that you insist with being beaten on, he was a

pretty fast healer, wouldn't you say?

I don't know.

I never talked to him, remember?

If that's not the gospel truth, you're making false misleading statements to a

supervising officer.

So?

Just to be on the safe side, let's go over everything one more time. From the

top.

How did it go?

They didn't lay a glove on me.

Be serious.

I am being serious.

I told them exactly what happened.

They don't want to believe it.

That's their problem.

You're wrong.

It's your problem.

Okay, it's my problem. Then let me deal with it.

Besides, I think you have enough trouble of your own to worry about.

What do you mean?

I saw your TDD after you left.

What'd Bruce do?

They say he stole money from one of his clients.

Oh, lawyers.

You're excluded.

Did you go down and bail him out? Yes.

And it was terrible.

Well, I could have gone down there for you.

Saved you all that embarrassment.

That's all right.

It's over.

Don't bet on it.

Nice week we're having.

No one said you were guilty, Bruce.

But we will have to suspend you without pay, pending the outcome of your case.

You can't be serious.

After all the time I've given the firm?

After all the money I've earned for it? Self-righteousness won't fly at a time

like this.

If the charges against you prove to be true, you've done grave harm to this

firm, both in the legal community and the public eye.

Frankly, Alex, I can't help feeling betrayed.

You feel betrayed?

On a personal level, yes.

Ever since I joined his firm, I looked to you for your guidance, your wise

counsel.

Now, all of a sudden, you're tossing me aside?

Think what you must, Bruce. The decision stands.

Then I guess there's nothing left for me to do but to clean out my office?

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

We had the lock changed this afternoon.

You'll find your personal effects at the receptionist's desk.

Come on, K.

It's a terrific song. Yeah, it's a great song.

Can we have a boat or something?

Beg all you want, guys. I am not putting up against the wall, Redneck Mother, on

my jukebox.

Please. Forget it.

Have you seen Dickie? I haven't been able to

reach him all day.

Don't worry.

He's still fighting.

You sure?

How about you?

You look like you have the blues.

I do.

It's Sean.

Sean with another woman.

When? Tonight?

Do you know who she is?

No.

She's pretty.

It's my fault.

I'm never there for him. No, don't be so hard on yourself. It's true.

Do you want a drink?

I found out a few things for you. Am I gonna enjoy this?

Not most of it.

Come on.

Give me the closest thing you got, be good news.

Okay.

The guy Ortega and his brother were beating?

It's a drug dealer who tried to rip him off.

That's it?

What about Ortega's partner?

Nothing. Ortega must have hooked up with him outside the neighborhood.

My best snitch couldn't even get a clue on the guy. That leaves the dealer.

Yeah, it leaves him in Guadalajara, which is about where you'd expect to

find someone who calls himself Zorro.

Zorro has left the country just like Elvis has left the building.

Yeah, well, it's not a bad idea if you're an illegal and a drug dealer and

you got the cops looking for you.

Ah, the boys in the IA ought to love this.

They already know.

Perfect.

Thanks, guys.

You hang in there.

Hang.

Sounds about right.

Arthur! How nice to see you. How have you been? Fine, Mr. Mayor, just fine.

Thank you. Oh, good. You know, I ran into your Uncle Murray the other day.

He's still as passionate and feisty as ever.

My God, they don't make them like that anymore, do they? Our best young female

ADA just learned that, arguing a death penalty case.

Well, I'm sure it was an education for her.

Just as serving on the city council is going to be an education for you.

Still in the process of determining how to reduce the fallout from a Cobb

situation?

Well, that has to be dealt with, obviously.

But I have to know how bad it is before I can formulate a strategy.

I could postpone my decision on the election until then, if you like.

Patrick, I do believe that Arthur's calling our bluff.

I've always said he had an abundance of backbone.

Yeah, but I've never been one to wait, and I'm not going to start now because I

can't think of anybody I would rather have running for Ed Staley's seat than

you. He means it, Arthur. Right down to the soles of my shoes.

I, uh... I really appreciate that.

But I still have a couple questions I'd like to ask. Pat will run your campaign,

provided that's all right with you.

I'll see to it that the contributors who have been so kind to me over the years

will take you under their wings also.

Anything else?

Uh... You can't promise I'll get elected, can you?

He is good, isn't he? The best.

I'm still waiting for your answer, Arthur.

Mr. Goldberg!

I think I know the problems of the Ninth Ward as intimately as anyone.

I've lived there for the past 11 years.

How active a role has Mayor Devan said he'll play in your campaign?

I think you'll have to ask him that.

But the presence of Patrick Quinlan does suggest a heavy role in your campaign.

If you say so. Mr. Goldberg, based on your service in the District Attorney's

office, should voters expect you to be a hardliner on law and order?

I'm certainly not going to let the criminals rule the streets.

What if the police are the criminals?

Mr. Otwell, isn't it?

I think this is called a press conference, which means the reporters,

not lawyers, get to ask the questions.

Well, like the press, I'm seeking the truth.

Surely you must be aware that Detective Dickie Cobb, a rogue who under the color

of his authority...

used his baton to fracture the skull of a fine young man and leave him in a

coma. Yes, yes, I'm aware of the charges, but Detective Cobb's innocence

or guilt has yet to be determined. Oh, he's guilty, which is why today I filed

a $3 billion lawsuit against the city and the police department. But the

district attorney's office is not a defendant. Mr. Goldie, it should be, Mr.

Gold. Detective Cobb is one of your investigators.

Mr. Odd, well, I am aware of that.

And when the time is appropriate, I'll have something definitive to say on the

subject. Thank you. You're waffling.

I doubt that will get you any votes.

Are you planning on suspending this man until his case is resolved?

Does Detective Cobb have a history of violence?

I really can't comment at this time.

Get me the hell out of here. You wouldn't warn the public if Detective

Cobb was dangerous? No. What I'm saying... Vultures.

I tell you what I care about these reporters.

They are going to chop me up and serve me on the 6 o'clock news.

And you can see it.

Or you can read about it in tomorrow morning's paper. But it's going to

happen, Tess.

You know, I should have resigned right there.

You know that?

Resign? Yeah, resign.

Golda loved it.

His big moment.

And I steal the show by it.

Throwing down my badge and saying, That's all, folks.

You would have done that.

Yes, I would.

Sure I would.

Not that it would have mattered.

The way I.A.D. and that bloodsucker Otwell are coming after me.

Twelve ever-loving years, Tess.

My whole career.

It's heading straight for the toilet.

You should go home.

What's the problem?

You don't like my company anymore?

I'm not feeling sorry for myself.

I'm madder than hell.

You should go home.

Wait.

Ah, turn it off, will you, John?

You're not the one everyone's calling the 1992 version of Attila the Hun.

You know, worst came to worst.

I could set you up down at the Flater's.

You know, the Flater's. People down the street with a really cute lady

colleague. Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?

You're not on my side anymore?

I'll answer to that when I come back.

Hi. Hi.

Tess told me what happened. I was worried.

Don't do that.

It's all over but the shouting.

You mean the pouting?

Can I come in?

Yeah, go on in.

You know, I'm really surprised you're talking about quitting.

Hey, I'm listening to you.

Like you were telling me the other night, remember?

Who needs a badge?

Dad was a cop and look what happened to him. You want a beer? Yeah.

And I still believe that, Dickie.

Yeah? Why are you here trying to give me a pep talk?

Because if you quit now, you won't be doing it on your terms. And I don't want

to see that.

My terms.

Boy, everything's so stacked against me, I got a snowball's chance in hell. Oh,

so you're just gonna roll over and die.

I'm not doing that. Yeah, you are.

Then you don't know anything about me, Kay.

After all the years you and me have been together, you don't have the slightest

idea of what I'm made of.

I'm no quitter.

Improve it.

Well, if I'm going down, I'm going down swing.

To hell with them.

Take him over, yeah.

All right.

So she did convince me to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I tried to do the same thing.

Great.

I'm having trophies made up for both of you.

Jess, come.

I think you both know Captain Pinkston.

Cobb is your investigator, correct?

He wants to know if I work for you.

Yes.

Then you should be here for this.

For what, Pinkston? Downed Cobb.

Worry about getting yourself elected, Gold. This is my life we're talking

about here. Your life and Freddy Ortega's death.

He checked out about a half an hour ago.

Nothing funny to say, Cobb?

That's unusual.

So why don't you tell me where I go from here, Pinkston?

You're not going anywhere.

You're going to be doing some filing for Miss Abigail Crone while we continue our

investigation to see just how deep you're into this bad stuff.

I need him. I have a heavy case load.

We'll find you another investigator, Tess.

This where I turn in my badge and my weapon?

You can keep those.

But don't go around thinking you're still a real cop.

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