Bending the Rules Page #3

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Sergeant Rand, call your supervisor

and tell him to come out here now.

Lieutenant, Mr. Gold currently needs

to see you.

Thank you, sir.

Yes?

I understand that my reputation

precedes me.

I'll live with the abuse, okay?

But I'm here over an hour...

...my car was stolen,

and I just want a little help. That's all.

Despite the fact you've been trying

to put one of my best cops in jail...

...I find this conversation scintillating.

You, in fact,

may describe it as electrifying.

- How you doing?

- Good.

I'm detective Nick Blades,

New Orleans police.

- You're the one on TV.

- That's me.

- Your parents home?

- No.

- They at work?

- No.

- I give up. Where are they?

- Dead.

My grandma says

that if she was on the jury...

...she'd vote to send you to jail.

I guess I'm glad

your grandma's not on the jury.

My grandma says

you should be ashamed of yourself.

I am. Your grandma take care of you?

- Yeah.

- Is she home?

No.

Is that your grandma's car

in the driveway?

- Yeah.

- Then who's Dean Nickerson?

- My brother.

- So he owns the car?

- Yeah.

- Is he home?

- No.

- Where's he?

- Jail.

Does he get out soon?

My grandma said it depends if his jury

is as dumb as yours.

Tell your grandma

to lock the car up tight.

All right.

- Hand over the money already.

- It's not like it's because you got nothing.

Yeah, well.

It's okay, guys.

- Who might you be?

- Detective Nick Blades.

- Police?

- What are you, an idiot? He just said that.

Never heard of you. Let's see it.

Settle down, guys.

I think he's had enough.

Enjoy.

- You looking for Gil?

- Yeah.

- What'd the creep do this time?

- I don't know. Ask him.

What you want with Gil?

Where is the little creep?

After he robbed 400 off me,

he didn't leave no forwarding address.

- You see him with this guy?

- No.

- What's the boy into these days?

- You think he tells me?

All I know is, last time I saw him,

he was okay.

- He even asked me to dinner.

- He took you to Olive Garden.

I chose Olive Garden.

Can you hand me my badge, please, sir?

Thank you.

- I ain't no charity case.

- I took it off Gil.

I also took that off Gil.

Call 911. Or shoot him.

Either way, I wasn't here.

- Hey, Rosalyn.

- I heard.

I'm sure they'll find it.

But with my luck,

somebody will probably have peed in it.

- I'm confused.

- What'd you hear?

- Grant Stone, the interim appointee.

- Yeah.

Well, also in the meantime...

...my wife is taking away my kids,

my car was stolen...

...and because of Blades,

I'm getting no help from the cops.

- That sucks.

- Yes, indeed, it does.

My dad wanted me to be a dentist.

I should have listened.

- My father wants me to be a DA.

- He's a wise man, your father.

That's much better than rotting teeth.

You mentioned the Van Beber case.

Here's the murder book.

The whole story.

Man, I had that guy cold.

And everyone was mad at me

for not dealing.

The judge was mad at me

for ruining his summer vacation.

The boss didn't want me tied up

for three months.

Even the jurors hated me.

Everyone kept saying the same thing.

Plead it. Settle it. Compromise.

Well, in one week, Willie Van Beber

gets his just punishment...

...because I refused to compromise.

Grab that, will you?

- Hello?

- Kelly...

...you get your husband

on the phone right now.

- His father's finally gone over the edge.

- This isn't Kelly.

- Who the hell is this?

- You need to grab this now.

- Yeah.

- Who was that?

I thought it was Kelly, for God's sake.

I'm the village idiot telling some stranger

about our problems like it's CNN.

- Mom, calm down.

- I will not calm down.

We were leaving the doctor and suddenly

he insisted we come to your house.

When you weren't here,

he got very upset and locked himself...

- ...in your room with a gun.

- Dad has a gun?

Apparently. He must've had it

in that ridiculous fanny pack he wears...

- ...like some geriatric Dirty Harry.

- Where the hell did he get a gun?

How should I know?

You know how paranoid he is.

You can buy guns

in vending machines now.

- Call the cops.

- No. I will not have some SWAT team...

...blasting through the door

scaring your father to death.

Just stay away from him.

I'll be there as soon as I can. I gotta go.

- Same guy.

- Here he comes.

Good afternoon, Mr. Meter-Maid, sir.

Where'd you get those tickets? Kinko's?

Nice pants.

Nick? Oh, my God.

What are you doing here?

- Did Theo call you?

- Is this a bad time?

He's been threatening to kill himself

for the last 20 minutes.

- I'm sorry, who are we talking about?

- My husband.

Herb, I want the truth.

After 42 years, not a hell of a lot to ask.

Along with everything else,

he's cheating.

Mr. Gold, this is the police.

Can you hear me?

Herb. What did you do?

- Wait.

- Marty. Holy moly.

Put down the gun.

- Oh, Lord. Enough already.

- Marty, you look like crap.

He's not well, Nick.

He thinks you're his dead brother, Martin.

You're lucky. He won't shoot Marty.

- I've always been lucky.

- Kid.

You need a haircut.

I said I'd stay with him in sickness

and in health.

Now he's sick and I'm staying.

But I can't abide the cheating.

These are hotel receipts.

That's where he takes her.

Just follow him. I'll pay.

I wanna know the truth.

That sounds like a bad idea.

Wait a minute.

Didn't Theodore call you?

I heard about your son's car being stolen,

thought I could help.

What car?

- Oh, my God. The Hawk?

- Where's Dad?

- Where's the car?

- Is he okay?

He's sleeping.

And I'm just fine, thanks for asking.

Detective Blades happened to stop by

and everything's under control.

- I heard about the car.

- You heard about the car.

He heard about the car.

That's why he's here, Theo.

He's agreed to help find the car.

And the other matter?

Forget the other matter for the moment.

You and Theo find the Hawk.

I'll do everything I can

to keep this from your father.

I'll expect regular reports.

- She wants reports.

- I heard.

- Sorry, Dad.

- That's okay.

This is a very comfortable mattress.

- It must have cost you a bundle.

- Probably did.

Kelly bought it.

- Where did you get a gun, Dad?

- I bought it.

- Five, maybe seven years ago.

- Why?

Same reason everybody buys one.

It's a crazy world out there, son.

And I got like 30 percent off.

Don't you tell your mother.

I think the cat's out of the bag, Dad.

Am I dreaming this

or is your Uncle Marty here?

Uncle Marty?

Of course, he had to leave.

Took my gun.

I think that's probably for the best.

Theo, your mother

has to try this mattress.

I mean, it is incredible. You should try it.

Come on. Try it. Come on.

Yeah. So?

It is. It's a great mattress.

It is sublime is what it is.

Yeah.

It's nice.

- Sorry about your dad.

- Thanks.

- What's the car worth?

- I have no idea.

- Five?

- Triple that, at least.

In Buenos Aires, it's worth 100.

Now it's in a garage.

Tomorrow, on a truck. Monday, on a ship.

- You got 48 hours.

- That's what the police are for.

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