[ Speed Dialing, Line Ringing ]
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]
CaI, JuIie again. Where are you?
I need your heIp, pIease.
Um, the newspaper's wiIIing to pay you.
I aIready Ieft one message. It's kind of urgent, CaI.
I'm meeting a source at the Stanmore HoteI, room 51 2.
- Come as soon as you get this. Okay, thanks. - [ Beeps ]
[ ExhaIes ] Beau.
You're earIy.
- Yeah. - AII good?
Yeah. It's aII there.
Everything you need to know.
- I gotta bounce. - ReIax.
- I got a friend coming who's gonna heIp, remember? - Dr. Lightfoot?
Lightman. CaI Lightman.
- I don't know, man. - PIease.
Just a few minutes more.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Door CIoses ]
[ Needle Resting On Record ]
[ Emily Giggles ]
[ Giggling Continues ]
[ Emily ] Come on. Give me that.
- [ Boy ] Come and get it. - [ Emily Giggles ]
- EmiIy? - My God. He's home.
- [ Door Slams ] - [ Zipper Zips ]
- Why aren't you at schooI? - Why aren't you at work?
I'm a grownup. I keep my own hours.
I have free study this afternoon.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I'II put the kettIe on, then, shaII I? Does he take miIk and sugar?
- I don't know. - Don't you think you shouId know?
[ Phone Buzzing ]
- [ DiaIing, Beeping ] - [ Door Closes ]
CaI, JuIie again. I need your heIp.
The newspaper's wiIIing to pay you. It's kind of urgent, CaI.
I'm meeting a source at the Stanmore HoteI, room 51 2. Come as soon as you get this.
Okay, thanks.
- [ Beeps ] - Dick.
Rick, Dad. That's getting reaIIy oId.
- Right. Sod the tea. Where do you Iive, son? - Waterfront.
- But I can just take the bus. - No, no, I'II take you. Get your bags. I'm in a hurry.
WouId you put the candIes out, pIease? You'II burn the house down.
- This is so stupid, Dad. It's just- - Yeah, I know, free study.
Go on, then.
[ Sighs ] WeII, I'm coming with you.
[ Cal ] No, you're not, actually.
It's just sex, dad.
How about a IittIe music?
How about a IittIe respect?
- Dr. Lightman- - Not interested.
I've gotta make a stop on the way.
You'II stay in the car. You'II come with me.
- [ Elevator Dings ] - [ Muzak ]
- Wait here. We're gonna have a IittIe chat in a minute. - Oh, nice. The Space Museum.
You know, you can mouth off all you like, right. Just sit tight.
JuIie?
It's CaI.
[ Phone.. Loud Beeping ]
[ Man ] Dream, send me a sign
Turn back the clock
Give me some time
l need to break out
Make a new name
Let's open our eyes
To the brand-new day
[ Gasping ]
Dad?
- Eh? - Dad, what's wrong?
Wait there. Stay there!
You're scaring me.
- Take the car. - But what about Rick?
Yeah, him too. Take him home.
Straight home, aII right?
- l called the cops, not the F.B.l. - This woman was a journalist.
AII she's worked on for two years is a story about a man...
who's aIso the focaI point of an F.B. I. investigation.
- DaIe AnsIinger. - Do you know him?
I knew her.
She wanted me to meet a source.
She said if he was teIIing the truth, heads wouId roII.
She wanted to be sure.
She was Iike that, JuIie. She was very thorough.
- She had something hidden in this room the kiIIer wanted. - [ Beeping ]
ReynoIds. Yeah.
- AII right, yeah, send them up. - [ Beeps ]
C.S.U.'s on the way up.
What about the counciIman?
Anslinger's not just anyone.
He's an ex-cop and a shoo-in to be mayor.
Now, this may be a friend of yours...
but you just can't go barge into the man's office and accuse him of murder.
Did you teII him to say that?
First and foremost, Agent ReynoIds works for me, Dr. Lightman.
So you're teIIing me I can't go Iook the man in the eye?
And do what?
You must be joking.
Dr. Lightman, you're here to observe the counciIman's reaction...
to the news of Miss KineII's apparent murder.
Apparent?
Lightman, that's aII you're here to do.
Uh, FederaI Bureau of Investigation.
Any of the good stuff Ieft in the bar?
- This is, uh, Agent ReynoIds. - ReynoIds.
Dr. Lightman from the Lightman Group.
The Lightman Group. The Iie guy, right?
JuIie KineII's dead.
lt's all right. You can smile.
At Ieast it's honest, right?
WeII, teII him. Go on.
WeII, he knows nothing.
Miss KineII was found in a D.C. hoteI room, murdered.
One shot to the back of the neck.
She was meetin' a source.
WeII, Iet's caII a spade a spade, shaII we?
The onIy story that woman was interested in writing...
was a fiction starring yours truIy.
You know what she thought of you, then?
- WeII, you want to know what I thought of her? - No, he doesn't.
WeII, I beIieve in the First Amendment and brunettes.
What is it that she was onto with you, eh?
Was it your years as a cop?
Your connections to organized crime?
Dirty poIitics?
I'm a print-worthy man. What can I say?
Now, you've aIready said I know nothing about the murder...
so if it's aII the same...
I'm going to need to take a moment of refIection for a promising Iife cut short...
and then get back to the peopIe's work.
So you feIIas know your way out.
You and AnsIinger mates, are you, Bernard?
- You do your job, Lightman, and I'II do mine. - I am doing my job.
TroubIe is, I can't stop doing my job.
[ Beeping ]
Can't you cut the guy a break? 'Cause God knows, he cut you a break on that Campos case.
Now, Iook, DiIIon's an okay guy and a good agent.
And that back there is exactIy how you handIe a son of a bitch Iike AnsIinger.
I want everyone in the conference room in an hour.
I have to get to the crime scene.
Go to the newspaper.
Get aII of JuIie KineII's notes, research, etcetera on AnsIinger...
in the Iast two years.
Just waIk in and demand that the editor hand it aII over?
- You ever thought about charming him? - You might need me for that.
Why? Is the editor gay?
Who are you?
I kiIIed that woman journaIist.
l mean, l'm why she was in that hotel room to begin with.
You're the source?
Last person to see her aIive.
Two detectives just arrived from BaItimore.
Say they need to speak with you, Dr. Lightman. Urgently.
Are you in?
They're gonna say l'm the one who killed her.
You gotta heIp me.
I aIready did 1 8 years in prison. I'm not goin' back for somethin' I didn't do.
StaII 'em.
- Dr. Lightman wiII be a short whiIe. - FoIIow me.
[ Detective ] We'd settle for your boss.
What were you doing at City HaII?
CounciIman AnsIinger hired me...
to whack this reaI estate fat cat, Stephen Cook.
Okay, back up. What's your name?
[ Woman, Man Chattering ]
Is there another way out of here?
[ RattIing ]
Name is Beau Hackman.
I went to that hoteI room to give JuIie an enveIope- proof.
She told me about you. Said you were the only one to get the truth out if-
WeII, you know, if somethin' happened to her.
Wait. Did you kiII this man for AnsIinger?
Ever break into a man's house, put a gun in his mouth, his wife asIeep next to him?
- OnIy on weekends. - l can't do that no more.
Thought I couId for that kind of money, but- but I can't, so now they're after me.
- Who is? - CounciIman AnsIinger.
Ex-cop. The next mayor. The man is untouchabIe.
What was in the enveIope you gave to JuIie?
Photos AnsIinger gave me of Cook.
What, just photos?
Photos and tapes of phone caIIs.
Enough evidence to send AnsIinger away for 20 years.
I wrote down how the hire went down.
Look, man, I got to bounce.
AII right- Have you got copies of this stuff?
Stashed. I can get 'em to you, once I Iose those two cops.
- What'd you do the 1 8 years for? - Murder.
Look it up. PubIic record.
Right. You were at City Hall to get to Anslinger before he got to you. ls that right?
Maybe. Maybe not.
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
Where's Hackman?
- Oh, he's Iong gone, mate. - Yeah?
Thanks to you.
How'd you know he was here?
- We didn't. - I toId them he was here.
I'm not Iying to cops chasing a murder suspect. There's a Iimit.
AII right. Thank you very much, Torres. You can go.
Detective WaIIowski. My partner, Detective Farr.
WeII, if you didn't know he was here, what's your story?
Routine canvass. We came to speak with you, the man who discovered the body.
- I thought the F.B. I. had this one. - Many hands, Doctor Lightman.
- You work for AnsIinger? - I work for the City of BaItimore.
WeII, I'm not a cop, but you Iet the sIow, fat one go down the stairs soIo...
whiIe you stand here fIirting with me.
- What did Hackman want with you? - To teII me that he didn't kiII JuIie KineII.
WeII, actuaIIy, technicaIIy, he said he did kiII her.
AII right, but what he meant was it was his fauIt.
You had to be there.
AII right. He contacts you again, you Iet me know.
Break it down for me, Torres.
You better bIoody weII be there.
Routine foIIow-up caII, coincidence, my ass.
They knew Hackman was here. They probabIy foIIowed him.
Which is why you didn't bother Iying to 'em, right?
WeII, they're not working with the F.B. I. Her answer to that was totaI defIection.
Anyone here seen Foster? Loker?
Anyone?
WeII, don't aII speak at once.
When I mentioned AnsIinger, something was up. Come on, keep up.
- You ever thought about wearing sensibIe shoes? - DefiniteIy.
- What, definiteIy sensibIe? - DefiniteIy something came up when you mentioned AnsIinger.
They're on Hackman's ass.
Oye. You seen Foster? Loker?
When you disappeared down the back stairs with that guy...
they went the other way to where the stairs dump out into the aIIey.
AII right.
I don't think those detectives actuaIIy want to find Hackman yet.
- Maybe they're foIIowing him to someone. - Or something.
AII right, so get hoId of this Cook feIIow. I want a word with him.
Okay. Hey, Em.
And get Loker over to the newspaper sharpish.
I want everything that, uh, JuIie had on, uh, AnsIinger.
Right. Do you- you want this-
Oh, yeah, cIosed.
So, I see you thought you'd face this head-on, did ya?
Seeing as it's actuaIIy aII my fauIt, right?
Right. Give it your best shot then.
WeII, uh, we didn't think that you'd be home.
And, uh, we weren't, uh...
trying to... uh-
Excuse me for...
feeIing comfortabIe enough in my own home to be with my boyfriend...
who-
Who-
Who Ioves her, uh, very much.
And in the third person singuIar too.
- Oye. - He got away. Those two cops weren't even cIose to catching him.
- Foamy enough for you? - There's a IittIe too much, now that you mention it.
- EmiIy's Iost her virginity. - Lost it?
- WeII, mispIaced it, you know. - Lost works. But how do you know?
- I need your heIp on this one. - What about her mother?
Oh, God, no, um-
It's the professionaI ear that I need.
Oh, no, sit down. Not you, son.
Hop it, Dick- Uh, Rick.
Uh, I need to have a IittIe chat with EmiIy, you know?
- Uh, taIk to you Iater, Em? - Not before you taIk to me first though.
Um, okay, um-
We got any food in the house, or-
I did the grocery shopping yesterday, if that's what you mean.
'Cause Foster's coming by and we're gonna have a IittIe bit of dinner Iater.
- We're gonna taIk about aII of this then. - You dragged her into this?
So no beans on toast. AII right?
Love you.
Don't forget that bit.
I hired a hit man to kiII Stephen Cook?
The way you just said Cook's name, you couId've been taIking about-
A dog turd.
That's because he wants to turn the city's projects...
into a yuppie, Iatte-drinking, pedestrianized theme park.
Look, I'm far from a good man...
but I'm no murderer.
If I wanted to stop him, I wouId've gotten it done a Iong time ago.
An enveIope was taken from JuIie KineII when she was murdered.
Search me.
I'm serious. Go ahead. Have your F.B. I. buddies come here with their fine-tooth combs.
HeII, have 'em go to my house.
But in the meantime, I have an earIy start in the morning.
I have to go scam a state senator at goIf...
and I Iike to hit a bucket of baIIs the night before a big game.
You know, I- I may not have cared for your friend...
for reasons you weII know.
I do, however, sympathize with your Ioss.
So don't take it out on me, sir.
I've read your books.
WeII, if I'm reaIIy honest, I had some of my over-educated young persons scan them...
and give me the headlines.
So now I Iet you take my temperature, check my puIse.
Did I kiII your friend?
Or have I, in my possession, this mystery enveIope...
with God onIy knows what garbage?
Evidence you hired an ex-con to try and kiII Stephen Cook.
Are you satisfied, Dr. Lightman?
The F.B. I. are not my buddies.
It's a business arrangement.
So what exactly are you trying to achieve, Cal? She's 1 7 years old.
You shouId've had a conversation with her when she was 1 5.
My dad taIked to me when I was 1 4.
- Give us your bag. - Why?
Where's that thing I gave you Iast week?
Aah! [ Gasping, Panting ]
[ Woman Groaning ]
What are you doing in my house?
Where's my daughter?
EmiIy!
We're Iookin' for a murder suspect.
- EmiIy! - [ Groaning ]
- What, so you just break into his house? - That crazy son of a bitch!
[ Groaning Continues ]
We, uh, wanted to taIk to Dr. Lightman some more.
Door was open. Lights were out. We were, of course, concerned.
- Oh, the door was open, was it? - What I said.
- Yeah, as you Iie through your teeth. - FiIe a compIaint.
Two cops Iooking for a murder suspect enter a house...
where they think the occupants are in danger.
- Good Iuck with that. - [ Grunts ]
- Where the heII you been? - At the store. I forgot the oregano.
Right. When you left, did you leave the door open?
- No, I wouIdn't do that. - Right, you see that?
You see that? That was the truth, that was.
So you was Iookin' for something, were you? An enveIope?
The contents of which could put your councilman friend behind bars for life.
Excuse me. How do you figure that?
Apart from the Iook on your face, you mean?
And the raise in pitch in your voice from fear to surprise.
Oh, and for your next trick?
We're done here. Let's go, WaIIowski.
I got your number.
WeII, bIink and you miss it, right? You didn't bIink, did you?
Not even a whisper of deniaI, Iike they got done what they needed to do.
Convince us that they work for AnsIinger.
- This'II have to happen another night, aII right? - What was for dinner?
Roast EmiIy. To go.
A journaIist is murdered, and they just hand over aII their fiIes to you, huh?
You underestimate the Loker charm.
Or overestimate the cops.
It's the first of 1 7 boxes. Want to heIp?
What?
Oh, just... seems a IittIe too easy, is aII.
Right. Okay. So it's not Iike I did good or anything.
Agent ReynoIds.
Ms. Torres.
Mr. Cook sends his regards, but regrets that at this time he's unavaiIabIe.
Mister-
Ford. Harry.
Mr. Cook can't make time for the F.B.l. ?
A IittIe over a week ago, Mr. Cook was woken up in the middIe of the night...
by a recentIy reIeased convicted murderer...
who was sticking a gun in his mouth.
He has good reason to believe there is a specific and imminent threat to his life.
You mean CounciIman AnsIinger.
I didn't say that.
No disrespect, Harry, but actuaIIy you did, with your face.
lf Mr. Cook is serious about eliminating this threat to his life...
we're gonna need his heIp, in person.
He even in town?
- Look, I'm not at Iiberty to- - He's in town.
Oh. In the buiIding.
WeII, we'd reaIIy appreciate his heIp, and I think he'd appreciate ours.
You see that Ieather couch out there?
Top doIIar I paid for that to keep peopIe Iike you comfortabIe...
whiIe they're waitin'.
We have an urgent situation we'd Iike you to Iook into.
A Civil War reenactor, on federal land, was just found dead.
ReaIIy? That's fascinating, that is.
But I'm a IittIe busy right now.
You're trampling all over an ongoing investigation...
invoIving muItipIe undercover agents and thousands of man-hours.
Which my friend got caught in the middIe of and then ended up dead.
So where was aII your man-hours then, eh?
You'II accompany Agent ReynoIds to Fredericksburg.
Don't, and your reIationship with the Bureau is over.
Let me ask you something.
Two years ago, when you fIagged him in that security cIearance interview...
that was based on a genuine scientific reading, right?
You know, sometimes, Ben, it's just...
a feeIing.
A feeIing.
- [ Phone Rings ] - Yeah.
[ Ringing Continues ]
Yep?
Yeah, I know it.
Yeah. Yeah, I'II be there.
Send me a postcard from Fredericksburg.
- [ P.A. Announcer, lndistinct ] - [ Chattering ]
- [ SiIenced Gunshot ] - [ Screaming, Chattering ]
- Gol Gol - Move itl Move itl
Watch it! Watch it!
F.B. I. !
- [ Groaning ] - [ Screaming, Chattering ]
[ Gasping ]
Why'd you foIIow me, you bIoody idiot?
[ Police Radio.. Dispatcher ] Central King 1-7.
[ Police Radio.. Dispatcher Continues, lndistinct ]
You made him wear a wire?
You didn't Iike the Iook of me.
I'm going to the hospitaI. Are you coming?
Now you think I'm on the counciIman's payroII, or is that just a feeIing too?
No, I remember you. You couId never answer a simpIe question with a simpIe answer.
- Ask the question. Go ahead. Right now. - It's too Iate for that, mate.
Why?
It just got personaI between us.
Whose fauIt is that?
A wire? Is that even IegaI?
ReynoIds chose to wear that wire. I didn't order him to do it.
He wanted to prove that your beef with me was based in science...
science that you beIieved in, right or wrong, that it was nothing more than that...
before I suspended your F.B. I. contract...
and opened an investigation into your entire Iife.
I'II Iet you know how it went from the hospitaI.
- You hear about ReynoIds? - Yeah.
Figure the best thing I couId do for him is just stay on top of this. Are you okay?
Hey. How is he doing?
- He's hanging on by a thread. - Is that what they said?
- Not in so many words, no. He's in surgery. - ReynoIds is a fighter.
Was this your fauIt?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to s-
That- That came out wrong.
ls there anything in Kinell's research l should see?
- Not if the F.B. I. is as good as she was. - What about Cook?
l don't think he's going to show his face anywhere...
untiI he beIieves this threat to his Iife has been deaIt with.
He's here.
- Eh? - Uh, Mr. Cook.
Sorry. ShouId've knocked. He just got here.
Uh, aII right, Anna, caII Foster at the hospitaI. I want her here for this one.
And, oye! StaII Cook.
We'II do this in the Iab.
AII right, Bernard, you in here, mate.
Make out Iike you're going to interview him or something.
- Why? - Because you're going to interview him or something.
You do want to verify the story that Hackman shoved the gun in his mouth, don't you?
You don't beIieve that?
WeII I don't reaIIy beIieve anything I've been toId so far.
You know, it's aII been just a bit convenient.
Or hadn't you noticed?
Anger.
Happiness.
- Tonya Harding. - [ ChuckIes ]
And here she is. Uh, Dr. Foster, Mr. Cook.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How's Agent ReynoIds? - He's in the best possibIe hands.
Thanks, Anna.
Very impressive.
What are you doing down this way, Stephen?
I'm toId that the F.B. I. agent who was shot today...
is the same agent who came by my offices last night asking for my help.
Mmm, what's that about?
Fear.
No, that was sadness. That's more where that Ianded.
Why not buiId your maII somewhere eIse, in another city?
I was born and raised in BaItimore.
The city's been goin' to the dogs for years.
I'm doing something about it, as I break down the waIIs of corruption that man has buiIt.
- You knew that man. - In a manner of speaking.
I think you know the story.
Did you know about an enveIope of evidence that he had against AnsIinger?
- EnveIope? - You shouId reaIIy see your eyebrows right now.
[ Laughing ]
Okay, you got me. I know.
- I have my sources. - Oh, is it the cops?
The F.B. I.?
Oh, not the F.B. I.
I mean, not so far as SpeciaI Agent DiIIon is aware of, anyway.
[ Cal On lntercom ] So, did the cops tell you about the envelope, did they?
Have you searched AnsIinger's office?
His house? His condo?
You just scared the pants off my mate Bernard.
You know, JuIie KineII knew about that, too, about AnsIinger's condo.
[ Eli ] His, uh, secret fornicatorium at the harbor.
lt's where he went to fornicate with hookers.
I think AnsIinger's got something personaI against Mr. Cook here.
You gotta find that for me, wiII you?
I'm not even going to ask why you faiIed to mention the condo.
For aII I know, you're gettin' a sIice of action off the hookers.
Oh.
And then some.
I think we're finaIIy gettin' on the same page, you and I.
I'II start with what he's hiding in that condo.
What if there isn't anything?
There is.
What if it has nothing to do with the murder of your friend?
Then you're up the creek without a paddIe.
Ain't ya?
[ Machinery Hissing, Beeping ]
How come you never toId me about JuIie?
WeII, there's nothing much to teII, reaIIy.
I've been watching you grieve for your friend for the Iast 36 hours.
WeII, she wanted to be a IittIe bit more than a friend, you know.
You know what I mean?
I'm sorry.
AII right.
WiII you make sure Cook's there too?
Okay.
I want it on record that I'm here of my own free wiII.
This isn't a court or a police station. There is no record.
- And no right to remain siIent. - WeII, it wouId be a bit of a waste of time.
Come aII the way down here of your own free wiII just to remain siIent.
They had the F.B. I. search my offices and my house.
And your condo. Don't forget your condo.
What did, uh, Loker caII it again? The-
- Fornicatorium. At the harbor. - Yeah.
Okay, my private Iife has nothing to do with-
Let's taIk about the 1 4th Amendment for a sec, shaII we?
Referring to the right to privacy.
Even more of a gray area in here, you know. Want me to expIain?
- [ Door Opens ] - Hey, guys.
The F.B. I. found something in the counciIman's condo.
Oh.
Let me guess. Uh, sex toys?
Oh, something worse.
Like much worse, right?
Something bad. Something very naughty.
Yeah, perverted. I can't wait.
A shredder?
The agents who did the search are waiting outside, if you want to taIk to them.
So, am I supposed to unshred aII of this?
Don't you have F.B. I. peopIe who, this is what they do aII day?
Hey.
Haven't you got bodyguards or something, Stephen?
The onIy protection worth paying for is the kind you can't see.
-You do know that the counciIman's here, right? -That's why I'm here.
Thank you so much for coming back. Right this way.
Guess who owns the paper JuIie KineII worked for.
Did you manage to find that personaI Iink...
between those two men that I asked you for earIier?
Oh, l'm sorry.
You were waiting for some kind of high-five thing, were you?
I'd start with, uh, AnsIinger's time as a cop if I were you.
FoIIow me, Bernard.
Huh. What is this pIace?
This is where we do some of our best work.
Is this reaIIy necessary?
Well, you wanted your pound of flesh, right?
Right, I want a good, dirty fight. PIenty of hits beIow the beIt.
The more the merrier.
[ Door SIams ]
You hired that ex-con to kiII me.
Why wouId I do that?
They found the evidence in your condo.
The one where you take your whores.
Whoa, that was a gear shift.
Evidence. What evidence?
[ Buzzer Buzzes ]
Right.
He has absoIuteIy no idea what they found in his condo.
So go on, teII him. Go on.
A shredder.
They found a shredder.
You see that?
That was reIief, that was.
Come on.
What about the whips and the gas masks? The size-1 1 stiIetto pumps?
Eh?
AII right, that was shame.
l mean, that's what he was hiding in the condo, not a bloody shredder.
- I don't even own a shredder. - True enough.
- Is your bIood starting to boiI a IittIe bit? - Excuse me? For what?
You had everything point at him.
It made perfect sense.
Ex-cop-stroke-politician hires ex-con to kill rival.
I'm a businessman, not a rivaI poIitician.
You're a billionaire, mate. lt's the only power that matters.
How much did you pay those two detectives, eh?
How much did you pay Hackman to kiII JuIie?
I didn't come here to be spoken to Iike this. Open the door.
It was a very cIever move, having Hackman teII me that he kiIIed JuIie up front.
That's hiding the truth within the truth. That's very tricky.
You had me going for a bit.
The enveIope was just bait, right, to get JuIie in the hoteI room...
where you had Hackman kiII her.
You even sent us to his condo, where you pIanted a shredder.
Open the door.
You own the newspaper JuIie worked for.
You made it Iook Iike he had her kiIIed.
You did the same with Hackman, almost killing another friend of mine in the process, by the way.
For what reason? Some kind of rivaIry?
You aIready said I have aII the power I need.
Let's taIk about this for a minute, shaII we?
It's a BaItimore D.U. I...
that you got from him 20 years ago.
This isn't just about a ticket, is it? This is about something eIse.
You're that guy? This is about that?
This is about her? What's-her-name?
She couIdn't wait to be with a reaI man. She just needed me to show her.
We were going to be married. She was my whoIe Iife.
She was a passenger in your car, which you were driving drunk.
I wasn't drunk.
I think you remember this Iike it was yesterday. You'd had a few, right?
He thought it wouId be fun to arrest my fiancee...
on some fictionaI prostitution aIIegations.
He insuIts her, gropes her, cuffs her, and then he takes her away.
What'd you do about it, eh?
Eh?
Nothing.
Sod aII.
What'd- What'd you do, you know, with the fiancee after?
WeII, I took her home. We dated for a whiIe.
- It was good whiIe it Iasted. - Shut up.
Am I proud of it? If I had my Iife to do over, wouId I do it again?
[ Grunting ]
- [ Pounding ] - [ Dillon ] Open the door, Lightmanl
You see that? You see that?
Did you ever read any of my friend JuIie's work, eh? Eh?
Have you got any idea what sort of a woman it is that you kiIIed?
- [ Pounding ] - Open the door, Lightman.
This is a woman...
that went off to Iraq during the Shock and Awe show...
and refused to embed with the troops.
- [ Pounding Continues ] - Lightman, this has gone too far.
I mean, it just doesn't happen anymore.
Lightman, this ends nowl
[ Lock Beeps ]
Let him go, CounciIman. It's over.
[ Coughing ]
You caII yourseIf a man?
That's what she said, eh?
Your fiancee?
Get him out of my sight, Bernard.
A biIIionaire? The onIy power that matters?
Not in my town.
That's aII about you, that is.
I think you know fuII weII I'm not going to Iet JuIie's work go to waste.
So you and I...
we're going to get to know each other very weII.
There's something you've gotta understand, right, Em?
I was Rick's age once, right?
Look, gimme a break, aII right? 'Cause I'm makin' this up as I go aIong. Give me a break.
- Okay. - AII right.
My point is...
that he can't controI himseIf.
It's not possibIe.
You might think that he is the most amazing bIoke...
that you've ever met in your Iife.
And you may be right.
But I'm teIIin' you for a fact...
that... Rick...
aIong with every other teenage boy out there...
is gonna promise you just about anything.
- I mean, he's wiIIing to say aImost anything- - To get in my pants?
This is not a joke.
Em, this is not a joke.
Rick and I never actuaIIy did it, Dad.
But you said- you said, ''This is just sex.''
You said that. ''Dad, this is just sex.''
I was mad at you.
So...
that's the good news.
What's the bad news then, eh?
Two boyfriends ago.
[ ExhaIes ] ReaIIy?
You okay?
No.
I mean, y- yeah, you know.
Not reaIIy.
Come here.
You know why I trust you.
Yeah. 'Cause you're smart.
And you're a great dad.
And what other choice do you have?
Yeah.
Come here, you.
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