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You must have ducked into the alley.

All right, mister, come on out with your hands up.

I said come out of there!

Sam.

This man is Johnny Grower. He's 30 years old. He has a wife and two kids.

He always wanted to be a cop.

Maybe you're not built that way, but Johnny was.

That doesn't move you, huh?

Well, I can understand that.

But you should be interested in Johnny.

More than interested. You should be concerned.

Don't make a hero out of me, Mr. Moreno.

I'm not interested.

Just don't write anything.

The public is interested, Johnny.

The story of you and your partner might help

give them a better picture of a policeman.

Did you know I was scared?

Yeah.

And so was Sam.

You know, all cops are scared.

But it's not a cowardice.

It's a human fear of being hurt or crippled or maybe killed.

And then what would your family do?

Sam just plunged into there, charged in.

If he was alone, he would have used more prudence. I know that.

You see, there are no heroes here, Mr. Marino.

I'm sorry.

Nothing to write about.

No, stupid. That's Minnesota. We want Massachusetts. The little one.

Red one. Goes next to the genius one up here.

Stupid.

Will you help us with this puzzle, Daddy? Yeah, come on, Dad.

Come on.

All the kids at school are talking about what you

did, Dad. Wham! Wham! And the guy was dead.

You killed the crook, huh, Dad? Popcorn good!

There's enough for everybody. Let's be ladies and gentlemen about it, huh?

Dad? Hmm?

When you were shooting it out with a crook, were you scared?

Sure, I was scared.

What, Johnny Grower, a thief?

Why, he recited for bravery.

It's unbelievable, shocking.

And this is the same Johnny Grower?

Yes, the same Johnny Grower.

What, a policeman stealing, cracking safes?

What's the world coming to when one of our men,

sworn to uphold the law and protect us, Resorts to burglary.

Why should a few of our policemen succumb to this ugly practice against

the overwhelming number who do their jobs faithfully and honorably?

Come in.

Good morning, Captain.

Good morning, Mr. Rio.

Sit down.

First, I want your word that you'll be more careful than some of these idiots

who lump all policemen together and condemn them

all for the errors of a few. You have it.

A man doesn't become incorruptible when he puts on a uniform.

I wish it were so.

But cops come from the same schools and churches and life and morality that you do.

I'm with you, Chief.

Are you, Marino?

Are you really?

Or are you like too many who like to believe that all cops are crooks?

Well, they're not.

A few rotten apples in the barrel doesn't make us all that way.

But it's easy for you, the public, to believe that.

And sometimes, fellows like you help them.

I'm afraid I'll have to go along with that, too.

All right, now, what do you want to know?

The answer to the big question.

Why do some cops go bad?

That's the riddle of human behavior.

And cops are human.

Only a year ago, I was going to do quite a complimentary story on one of these men.

John Grower.

Now they're setting him up for a long jolt.

What kind of a man was he?

Was there anything in his record to indicate... Indicate why he became a crook?

No.

Did you know him well?

No.

I just recall one or two things. He'd been out of the academy, oh,

about two weeks when he hit the papers.

Don't you worry. Don't you worry. Get some hot water and some bean sheets for him.

He liked being a cop.

Galahad, that's what we called him.

That's the way he approached things, a defender of the weak and helpless.

Well, one time I had to cut him down from Galahad to Don Quixote.

You got no right bustin' in here. This is my house.

You'll never make this stick, Johnny.

Any person officially drunk in the presence of a child

in his care of custody is guilty of a misdemeanor.

You have to prove habitual.

All right, get your coat, mister. You got a warrant? You got a warrant,

you get out of here. Hey, what kind of a man are you?

He's habitual.

This is your kid. How can you act like this in front of your own kid? Now, come on,

get your coat. Here's his coat, Johnny.

Come on.

Seemed like he wanted to be the best cop that ever lived.

Went over his sergeant's head, brought the matter right to me.

Look, Marino.

I think about it, and yeah, it makes sense.

I think about it, and yeah, it makes sense.

You may be very sorry later on.

And you may also face the loss of your job and imprisonment.

All right, everybody, out to the pistol range.

All right, Mr. Marino, I have a couple of minutes now.

Did you check out the Grauer record for me? Yeah, yeah, that I didn't.

He was terrible at paperwork and just about average at laws and procedures.

That doesn't mean anything.

You can't tell how these men are going to act under unusual conditions.

Oh, he was a lousy pistol shot, too.

Sergeant, do you feel that the Academy gives a

policeman sufficient preparation for his job?

No.

Should be longer.

We only give them six weeks now.

But you do screen the men, don't you?

Sure we do. The police examining board questions them.

For how long?

Oh, 15 minutes, maybe 20.

I know, I know. You don't think that's long enough. Well, we do the best we can.

Look, Mr. Marino, a cop's job is not an attractive one. Tell that to your readers.

It's dangerous, and it doesn't pay very well.

Last year, 578 policemen were attacked in the performance

of their duty. 120 of them were hurt.

Well, that doesn't do very much for morale, does it?

It doesn't bring the applicants running, knowing that's what goes with a job.

Would you like to be a cop?

You're a cop, Jack.

How does it happen to a man? You're either a bad boy to begin with,

get the force with the express idea of hiding behind a badge,

or a weak guy dumped into a bad atmosphere, bad environment.

And it seems this town has the bad environment.

There's no one answer.

Forty policemen.

Burglars with brass buttons playing thieves.

Is it any wonder the public gets the idea that

all cops are looking for a soft touch?

There's almost 2,000 men in the force.

Straight guys doing their job.

It's a funny town, Paul.

I've talked to officials and unofficials, and it's a whole hypocritical scam.

They claim they can't even fix a traffic ticket in this town.

But I've found enough joints operating wide open.

Well, tomorrow I think I'll go to see one man.

See if I can't get one answer.

No, Mr. Marino, not again. Last time you came to see Johnny,

all you did was bring us bad luck.

Look, Mrs. Grower, I understand how you feel, and I can't say that I blame you.

But what I'm trying to do is help you this time, believe me.

Please let me see Johnny.

All right, Mr. Marino.

Mrs. Grauer, I know you put this house up as security for your husband's bond,

and I know you need money.

Johnny was a good cop when he started.

If you'll tell me a story, my editor will pay you $2,500.

Look, Mrs. Grauer, I know I sound crass and selfish,

almost as if I were trying to bribe you.

But believe me, I'm not.

And you're going to have to provide for the children somehow.

I thought the money might help.

Wait here.

He's out in the yard. I'll get him.

Oh, hi.

What's your name?

Danny Growler. You a detective?

No.

You taking my daddy away?

No.

What's your name?

Paul.

Paul what?

Moreno.

You said those things about Daddy in the paper. Get out. Get out of our blockings.

He started this. He wrote about you.

Get to your room, Danny. Hurry up.

I heard him.

That's all. I'm sorry.

No.

He did a bad thing. He knows it.

I hit him in the face. I never hit him in the face.

It was my fault.

I called you with Sully, and he heard me.

Every time you said something about bad cops, I'd take off on you.

You're blaming me for all those committees that started investigations of policemen.

You helped, Mr. Marino.

Well, all I started to do was to...

Reported an heroic action of Johnny's.

Only you did more.

You kept asking questions.

You gave the impression that too many cops were less than heroes.

Alan.

You did right, Mr. Moreno.

I've got nothing against you.

You want my story, don't you?

Yes, I do.

What you said to Ellen. Is that on the level?

Yes.

I go to trial in three days, and I got no defense.

I'm going to spend these days with my kids. They're going to be pretty grown up.

When I see him again, if I ever see him again, you know that's the worst part?

Saying goodbye to my kids?

That's the worst.

It's hard to say just where it starts.

Corruption is sneaky.

First thing after I finished training,

I was given some material for a couple of uniforms.

I was told to go to a certain tailor.

Why a certain tailor? It smelled of graft.

And I was right.

But I was on probation, so I kept my mouth shut.

One false move or one bad report from a regular officer, and you're out.

The uniform was awful. It cost me another $25 to get it fixed up by another tailor.

You buy your own gun, your bullets, too.

But I said, well, okay, it's a small thing.

And besides, I had other things on my mind.

My first day out, I was proud and full of high spirits.

I wanted to make a good impression.

Nervous, Grodd?

Yeah, a little bit.

Well, just do as you see the older officers

do. Don't rock the boat, and you'll be fine.

His name was Henry Crook.

He seemed nice enough.

Paternalistic, eager to help, understanding.

Well, great.

First thing we did was to stop at a bar.

Hi, Jim. Hi.

We do this in about 20 joints, two packs from each.

You can't smoke all those, can you?

No, sell them.

But don't look so glum, man.

On your salary, every little bit helps.

No, thanks.

Had enough? Yep.

Let's go.

Put it away.

Put it away.

So long, Al. See you.

Then the fifth day, he pulled up in front of the same joint, the first stop.

Tell you what, Johnny, today you make the cigarettes.

I'll pay for it.

Forget it.

What does it mean? Nothing.

You a rookie?

Go ahead. Don't make waves.

Tell the sergeant.

Oh, boy.

You think he doesn't know what's going on?

Worse things than this are going on.

And if you reported this, you know what he'd say? What?

The tradespeople are only too glad to do these little favors

so they can stay on the right side of the police.

Yeah.

But I think it stinks.

Johnny, when you're off probation,

you don't have to do these things if you don't want to.

I think you're making a lot of fuss about nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

It's against the rules. It's graft.

Cheap graft.

Well, it's not as serious as all that.

Now, don't misunderstand me, Johnny, for heaven's sake,

but don't think I'm not plenty worried.

A baby coming, you making a fast $3.50 a month.

And what has that got to do with it?

Well, it's a little saving, that's all.

Look, if any of those people broke the law, you'd arrest them,

cigarettes or no cigarettes.

Are you trying to tell me it's all right?

No, Johnny, I just... Nothing.

Forget it.

Hey.

Did you do this when you were a rookie?

Oh, come on now, it's all right. I won't say anything. I'm married to your sister.

Johnny, we cops make less money than most anyone.

We risk our lives, and we don't make the money that the average truck driver makes.

Or a garbage collector under civil service.

Did you take this cheap draft?

People want to give, I take.

I can't afford to be a big shot even now.

Okay, you feel better?

But it doesn't mean you can't do a good job.

I'm as good a cop as you'll find anywhere in this country. Okay?

Now I'll tell you something else that'll really rock you.

Nothing is black and white. In between.

People are people. They're human.

So just try to be a human cop, do a good job,

and stop trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You can do a lot of good.

Hey, Martin.

Hey. What's the matter with you? I'm out, son. I got a bad report.

That's it.

You're kidding.

How'd that happen?

Got a drunken, disorderly call in some crib. I went in,

started to pull the joker out. When I did, he gave me a bad time.

I had to slap a chain on him.

Turns out he's the cousin of some big shot downtown. Oh, well, you can fight that.

I'm glad. I don't want no part of the cops.

Oh, no.

You know, the first guy I arrested was a thief.

I found the back end of his car full of frozen meats.

You know who this thief was?

He was a cop.

Oh, come on.

Oh, yeah, yeah. He was protected by the lieutenant.

Yeah, you'll find out.

Idealist, good cop. You'll enforce the law.

Sure you will.

Have you made the cigarettes yet?

Anybody pin a $10 bill to their driver's license yet?

You get a Thanksgiving turkey from the butcher? Well, you will. Yeah, you will.

Here. There's a present for you.

Come on, officer.

Johnny Walters here.

Hiya, darling.

You know, it makes us wonderful. First I was scared to death,

now I can't wait to get the whole thing over with.

I'm kind of anxious to know what you're coming up with, huh?

Yeah.

Hi, Wally.

Want some coffee?

I don't mind if I do.

Okay, you?

No.

Hey, nice going, buddy boy. Delivering a baby, getting your picture in the paper.

It's a nice beginning. Yeah.

Hey, listen, uh... I want to thank you for coming over.

Yeah, I know what you want, money.

No reward for delivering babies, huh? Yeah, I didn't know a kid would cost so much.

I got a hospital bill, a doctor bill. Yeah, I know.

The bills here are going to keep on going? Mm-hmm. How

are you situated? How am I situated?

I'm situated the same way you're situated, broke.

One coffee.

I think we'll skip it, darling. I'm taking Johnny out for a while.

Get your coat and come with me. Yeah, where?

Do what I tell you, huh?

Where?

Where, where? To a joint where there are plenty of girls and booze. Where else?

You worried?

Listen, nobody dies. I wish he was somebody important, OK?

Like a congressman or a big real estate man.

A refrigerator salesman.

Ah, don't worry, sweetheart.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Hurry it up, Johnny.

My baby.

What's this all about? You'll find out.

What are you listening for?

Relax, you'll see.

Come on, Walter, will you let me in on it? Shut up, will you?

Give me the sheet.

Oh, come on, come on. I'm paying $1,500 a month for these phones now. I know.

Get your head.

I have a heart, man.

If any of my customers see me walk out of here with you, I'm busted out. Well?

Don't take the worksheet.

Everybody will put in a winner as soon as the word gets around. You'll kill me.

Well, from the looks of this sheet here. Have a heart.

I'm smearing every guy in the district now.

This is a dirty trick.

You'll get back the worksheet. Lots of action here.

I'd say it's worth a thousand bucks. You don't read it right.

It ain't that much on there.

Here's the worksheet.

You need money, you're expecting a baby.

Got money? No, you don't have any money.

Well, here's the money.

You do this all the time?

I've only done it twice before, Johnny.

Twice, that's all, and I regretted it both times.

I tried to make up for it by being a better cop.

Yeah, like you did back there holding up a bookie.

I am a good cop, Johnny, no matter what you think.

Never touch prostitution money or junkie money.

I hit a bookie, the richest one in town.

Where'd you get the wiretap equipment?

Borrowed it?

A friend of mine.

Yeah, from who?

A cop?

Do all detectives do this?

No, sometimes a guy gets in a bind, needs a hunk of change in a hurry.

Come on, Johnny, take it.

My nephew's gonna need a lot of nice things.

Take it, will you, and forget it.

Hey, little monster. Hey, Danny boy. You know your daddy?

Hey, look, he knows me.

Sure he knows his old man. Look at him.

Oh, we got a wise kid here.

Hey, honey, I...

I think.

You think? Come here. Here, will you take it? Come on, darling.

Hey, where is everybody, huh? What are you, a bridge washout or something?

Who'd you invite? Well, the Ackermans and Johnny Bird

and his wife and Barney and Seal.

Civilians?

Yeah.

Hello?

Hey, Barney, I just mentioned your name three seconds ago. Where are you?

Oh, well, listen, can't you get another sitter?

Yeah, I understand.

Sure.

Well, listen, I'll see you soon, huh?

All right, bye.

Johnny, listen to me. Everybody's running out of cities. What is this, huh?

Forget Barney. You'll never see him again.

You're a cop.

And nobody likes cops except cops. Haven't you learned that by now?

You're a member of an unpopular minority.

Jake, join the club.

We're the only people who love you.

There's nobody in here.

Stupid fools left the door open.

Johnny, come here.

Look, they left it on day lock.

One little twist.

What do you say we split it, Johnny? Huh, Johnny?

Johnny, they're insured.

I walked out.

I needed the money. I hated needing it, but I walked out.

Because I didn't want to become a thief.

Johnny, I... Well, I know it isn't easy, but a lot of people get by on $85 a week.

Oh, now, come on, Miss Marie. I don't want to sound like a crybaby.

I know that $85 a week is a lot of money.

But you know how it is? People are always pitching at you,

and something's always needed. You know,

a washing machine is not a luxury item anymore. I think Ellen is entitled to one.

Excuse me, Johnny. The kids have been put down the last second night.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Yeah, Sheriff.

Mrs. Grohl?

Yeah.

Did you ever discuss any of this with Johnny?

Well, he told me about the other stealing. He never told me about himself.

You had no idea that Johnny was stealing?

No.

Well, where did you think he got the money?

I mean, for the house and whatever.

He told me he was moonlighting. He said he had a job as a night watchman somewhere.

Didn't it ever occur to you that a watchman's salary is

somewhat lower than the amounts he was bringing in?

I didn't question too much.

You suspected?

I didn't question.

You're right what you're thinking.

I admit it.

Yeah, I suspected, but I didn't question.

I was selfish and stupid and just glad we had

a little more for ourselves and the children.

I thought Johnny must know what he's doing because he's smart.

It's no fun being a cop or a cop's wife.

Began to hate the world as much as Johnny did.

Those women in the supermarket, so polite, so sweet,

sneering at me behind my back as my husband was a cop.

What did they know?

No crazy junkie ever beat on their door in the middle

of the night threatening to kill their husband.

Their husbands don't live with petty thieves, prostitutes, drunk rollers.

No bloodied-up knife that could never die in

the backseat of their car. What do they know?

What's a cop? A sucker?

A low-paid sucker. An object of contempt.

He risks his life six times a week,

and it costs the taxpayer less than three cigarettes a day. No,

I didn't question when Johnny brought home money.

I said to myself, he deserves it.

I deserve it.

My kids deserve it.

And I was wrong. I know that was wrong. But that's how I felt.

Danny was telling me bad things about monsters, and I might have a bad dream.

No, no.

I'll call the dream man, and I'll tell him to give you a good dream.

You just go to sleep, and then you'll see. Good night.

Good night, Daddy.

Daddy, you're not going away tonight, are you?

No, I'll be here.

I'll see you for breakfast.

See you for breakfast.

Dad?

Don't you know, kid, you're my life?

Both of you.

So you go, and you don't realize you're being conditioned to take a big dive.

All kinds of pressure.

The public resents you.

You want to be one of the guys.

And you even block out the awareness that your partner is a common safe robber.

See? He's softened up.

Let him have candy at home. What do you mean, candy?

My ulcer pills.

That's one thing I'll never understand.

A guy like you having ulcers.

Are you kidding?

That's the occupational disease.

More cops got ulcers than business executives.

Ulcers and divorces.

You got any kids? Yeah, two of them. Both of them in college.

Only they don't know how to write.

They forgot how.

That's the difference.

Better stop in the drugstore and get some candy.

Hey, uh, who over there?

All right, open it. Take it easy, Johnny. It's

me keeping this. I said open the trunk.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Henry, straighten him out. What's with him?

Johnny!

I said open the trunk!

Johnny? Open the trunk!

All right, get in your car. Don't be silly, Johnny. Johnny,

get back in the car and let's go.

I went back to the sergeant, and I told him the story.

We checked, and we found out that a stadium safe had

been stolen, and in an hour, we had the two thieves.

Now, sit down over there. I called the captain.

He'll be here in a couple of minutes.

Very good police work. Congratulations.

You determined that a safe has been stolen.

Yeah, these two men brought in. Very good.

I commend you highly, Sergeant. You too, Grauer.

Now, where's your evidence?

Grauer said he saw the safe in the trunk of the car.

And the cook saw it there, too. I didn't see any safe, Captain.

You didn't see a safe, and he did. If somebody

around here is lying, I want to know who.

I expect evidence, ironclad evidence.

Grauer, you got me out of bed to come down here.

I want to know why. I told you, Captain.

I saw those two pulling a job.

You saw who pulling a job?

Keep this.

You're accusing your brother officers of robbery, you understand? Yes, sir.

I want you to think about it carefully, Grauer.

Very carefully.

Then show me your evidence.

That is necessary, you understand, or didn't you even know that?

Yes, sir.

All right, keep this.

Where's the safe?

Johnny, I think you need a psychiatrist.

Next day, I asked the sergeant to give me a new partner,

and I didn't ride with Henry anymore.

I got a new partner.

I'm not mad, Johnny.

Okay, Johnny, you were being a good cop last night.

Now, this may sound strange to you, but I feel I'm a good cop. I mean it.

It's like one thing has nothing to do with the other.

If I see a crime being committed, you watch me. You see what I do.

I'm a good cop, Johnny. That's how I feel.

Look, kid, we're living in funny times. Who's honest today?

Who isn't slipping money under the table or taking

it? In business and politics, the same thing.

Everybody's getting theirs.

It's an ocean of immorality, kid. Jump in and swim.

You remember Commissioner Radar?

He was an honest man.

Broke his back trying to get an honest force.

Raise the pay, institute new procedures. Do you remember?

Tried to put a stop to moonlighting. Too many cops had two jobs. It was no good.

What happened to him?

They squeezed him like ham in a sandwich.

The politicians hated him. His own policemen hated him.

They ruined him.

When I started, Johnny, I figured this was a good, honest way to make a living.

But you know, I got a wife and a kid. They gotta live.

I just couldn't wait five years for a $75 a month raise.

Price of living, well, it's been fairly stable for a long time.

Say, about three and a half hours.

A man only has one life, Johnny. He's got to get

it one way or another. Night, Johnny. Can't quit.

Why not?

Because I can't.

You know, if you went out and got something else, maybe you wouldn't be so grouchy.

We might even make some money. We could get out of this matchbox.

Yeah, who'd hire me? I have no skill. I was in the army when I was 17. I was an MP,

so all I know is how to be a cop.

And I happen to like to be a cop.

Then why are you hollering, Johnny?

Because they don't let you enforce the laws. Yeah,

the little ones here like drunkenness, parking, petty larceny, stealing,

unorganized stealing, because some of the top brass is crooked.

They're accepting payoffs from the syndicate.

And ten cops in my district are nothing but plain burglars, robbers.

Johnny, there are only two things to do.

Quit, as Ellen says, or stick it out. Be a good cop,

work hard until you're the boss. Now, you want to do that?

Sure.

Sure, Johnny's going to be the chief.

Someday.

Then quit, Johnny.

Stop tormenting yourself.

Have the good sense to know the things you

can change and the things you can't change.

Johnny, it's as good a time as any to tell you.

Walter's going to be another uncle.

It's like I told you, Johnny.

Silent alarm from 624 South Whipple Street, an appliance store, car 32, cover in.

Stick with the people who care about you.

Car 56, covering at 624 South Whipple Street. Appliance

store being robbed. Report in.

You think it's some of our guys? Well, if it is, those guys are chumps.

Radios, television, sewing machines.

Storekeeper makes a squawk, someone goes looking

for that stuff, they can always find it.

You stick with me, Johnny. I'll show you how to make some real money.

You want to knock it off, Johnny? Pick it up tomorrow?

Now, this may surprise you, but Keaton and I did some good work together.

Our first year together, we made 14 major felony arrests.

We made one pinch that broke up a pornography

racket that Kip Fulver was investigating.

But our first job together was a supermarket.

With these old safes, Johnny,

you can hear the tumblers fall into place when you fiddle with the dial.

There's one now. There's another one.

Keep your fingers crossed, Johnny. I think we got it.

It'll gum up the fingerprints.

I piled about $13,000 into this little cubbyhole.

We paid out $5,000 to other cops who covered in or acted as lookouts.

And two years ago, I bought this house.

And then about a year ago...

There's somebody in a liquor store across the street.

Let's check it.

You must have ducked into the alley.

All right, mister, come on out with your hands up. I said come out of there!

That's when we first met, remember?

I remember.

And after Keepness was killed, I started breaking in a new man.

Taught him how to steal the way I was taught.

Now I was the pro, the expert.

And then you started writing those articles.

Where do those guys get all that money? And that started investigations.

And then about a month ago, we're almost through.

I hope we hit it big tonight. Because after tonight, buddy boy,

You'll be on your own. I'm getting out.

You're gonna quit, huh? Mm-hmm.

Got my kids in a nice school.

Got a small mortgage and a house in a nice neighborhood.

I'm gonna kiss all this goodbye. I bought myself a little business.

What's that? Brower. You too, huh?

The honest cop. The guy they'd never get to. Well, they got to you all right.

They sure did.

Captain, why are you resigning?

Because of this thing.

You're in no way involved. Nobody's calling for your head.

Mr. Marino, I'm in no way at fault.

I'm doing what I should have done six years ago when I gave up the ghost.

But I stopped being a screamer and a goad and a fighter for an honest

police force free from the politicians and became an officeholder.

Now, I'm guiltless in this matter, but despite what people think,

a policeman has a heart, and it can be broken.

Two consecutive terms of eight years.

I can't seem to get an answer to my question, Your Honor.

What, in your opinion, makes a cop go wrong?

Individual breakdown in moral fiber.

Yeah, that's the answer I keep getting.

Individual breakdown in moral fiber.

Oh, nobody overlooks the pay an officer gets.

It's barely adequate.

Nobody insists that a policeman is overpaid.

We have a large force, hundreds of men.

Only a small percentage goes bad.

It's a moral breakdown, a weakness of the individual.

Hey, how'd that happen, Danny?

I fought Jeff Hillman. He's a rat. I hate him.

Look, don't you go on fighting now, do you understand?

I'm not going back to school, Dad. I hate it.

Sure you are.

And your Uncle Walter's going to be taking care of you,

so you do what he tells you, understand?

Okay, but not school. I'm not going there.

Why?

Why did that happen?

Um, did Jeff say something?

You know.

About you.

I'm not going back. I'm not gonna fight everybody in the whole school.

Now, you listen to me.

You're little, but you listen.

Your daddy broke the law, so he's gotta pay for it,

but that doesn't mean you gotta be ashamed of yourselves.

Now, you're going back to school, and you're not gonna fight anymore.

And you're gonna be strong, and never be ashamed of yourselves.

So Johnny won't be around to say goodnight to his kids for a while. Let's go.

There's no crystal ball, no clean-cut answer to what makes a cop go bad.

Better pay maybe, new training systems, better supervision internally,

and the will on our part to continue to have trust and confidence in our policemen.