Bending the Rules Page #4

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Trust me, you're not getting any play

from the department.

- Why you doing this?

- Two hundred a day, courtesy your mother.

You get your way, I'm gonna need

all the money I can scrape together.

I'm not dropping the charges,

even if you do find the car.

It's not just about the money.

Technically, it's my fault.

- Why?

- Yesterday I busted a guy named Gil Ott.

- You know him?

- How would I know him?

Gil was carrying a newspaper with

plates numbers written in code on it.

Your plate number was on the list.

I'm not surprised somebody has his eye

on the Hawk. It's a very nice car.

- Your mother seems to like it.

- She better like it.

I wasted every weekend of my childhood

working on that damn car.

It's a bit hard to explain.

It's kind of like their second child.

I get it.

So, what do we do? We go see Ott,

you slap him around a little...

...he tells us where my car is?

When I arrested Gil, I had to be in court,

so I had to park him.

While you were blasting me

in front of the jury, he slipped.

- How did he slip?

- I have no idea.

But I'll assume that he delivered

a copy of the list once he got out.

So how do we find my car?

How should I know?

- Aren't you, like, some great detective?

- Yeah.

Although, technically,

I'm on administrative leave.

Grab a mirror out of the glove box.

I think I got a tail.

Don't do that.

What--?

What--?

A real Second Amendment man, huh?

You ever use one of those?

I'm a lawyer. My mind is my weapon.

I'm betting you're gonna shoot me

long before I find your car.

Come on.

- Is this Gil supposed to be dangerous?

- Gil's not here.

Why are we here?

Come on, let's go.

- I left the gun in the car.

- Good.

The martial way is more than a sport.

It is our discipline.

It is our philosophy.

It is our way of life.

Gentlemen, we honor the master

and the practice...

...by bowing when we enter the dojo.

We're police. You Edward Mackie?

Actually, I'm with the district attorney.

Are you insane?

Ever see that scene in Indiana jones

where he watches some guy...

...with a big sword do his thing

and then shoots him?

In this situation, I'm Indy.

Move. Now.

- Sir, you can't park here.

- Do me a favor, pal--

Move.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Theodore, put thing down

before you kill someone.

Hey. Hey, give me a break.

- Sorry.

- A little pass for a fellow law enforcer?

It's already in the book.

Thanks for everything.

That's why those people

are so widely despised.

There's no give and take.

No compromise.

What does any of this

have to do with my car?

This one's on the list too.

It's Ed Mackie's.

- That was Ed in there, the karate guy?

- Yeah.

- Where's Ed?

- I guess Ed fled.

- Yo.

- Ed Mackie has a sheet.

In prison,

he was with the 4-4 Syndicate.

Another one of the 4-4's, I suspect,

looking for Gil at his father's place.

Do me a favor, ping the rest of the names

before I do more good deeds.

Start with Dean Nickerson.

Tried him this morning. He's in jail.

Since when did Gil Ott get connected?

The boy's running

so he must have burned somebody.

- Run the rest, see what comes up.

- Okay.

I seem to recall something about

my mother paying you to find my car?

It's a 1956 Studebaker Golden Hawk?

Remember?

- What do you know about prison gangs?

- A prison gang has my car?

Possibly. There seems to be a connection

between gangs and the list.

Before I was chief assistant,

I did head up the gang prosecution unit.

- I put Willie Van Beber on death row.

- Really?

- Really.

- Isn't he about to be executed?

Couldn't happen to a nicer fellow.

Get in.

Get in. Come on, move, move.

- You, too.

- Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Go, go, go.

You hungry?

The doughnuts here are excellent.

No, thanks. You're like a walking clich.

- Prosecutors don't eat?

- We eat when we're not being kidnapped.

Brother Blades. So nice to see you.

Happy, this is my partner,

Roberto Clemente.

The sainted ballplayer. It's my honor.

So I send one of my guys to find Gil Ott

and he ends up locked up.

You know anything about that?

I heard some old guys

kicked the sh*t out him.

- What's fresh?

- The maple just came out.

Give me six maple, two glazed,

and four chocolate with rainbow sprinkles.

And I'll need the paper back

when you're done reading it.

It's like warm maple syrup

being poured over your tongue.

- Rover.

- Cost me 50 grand to bail him out.

- That's a lot of doughnuts.

- You still police?

- Technically, he's on administrative leave.

- Technically.

Why do they never see that coming?

What a waste of 50 grand.

Take the damn handcuffs off, idiots.

- You make any sense of this?

- License plate numbers.

That one on the list?

Yep.

It's mine.

Better watch it.

People are stealing the cars on this list.

Yeah. I'll make sure to use my Club.

That was my guy yesterday,

outside the bar.

- Guy in the ski mask?

- Yeah.

Why a wool mask in July?

I was hoping to grab Gil

before he delivered the paper.

So I did you a favor.

Figured the paper was for you.

No, the paper wasn't for me.

Prison gangs have an unnecessarily

bad reputation, Blades.

4-4 Syndicate started with four poor

convicts on the four yard at Angola.

I was one of them. It was a social club.

I understand you've since

diversified considerably.

And like all other complex organizations,

we have our internal differences.

The newspaper was a delivery

from Willie Van Beber...

...to a pro hitter, identity unknown.

You know who Van Beber is?

Big shot 4-4.

About to get the needle, right?

Me and Willie, we started out together.

Now he's angry at me for various reasons.

He's running out of time.

So, he's tidying up his affairs.

You get me?

I believe I do.

So you didn't do me a favor.

You screwed things up.

I don't need that list.

It's already been replaced.

I need Gil because he's the one

that can ID the person out on the street...

...taking orders from Van Beber.

- Still with me?

- Yeah.

If you hadn't popped Gil,

I'd have his contact and it would be over.

I'm genuinely sorry. I had no idea

my nose was in your business.

- Yeah. These things happen.

- So where's Ed?

Ed's dead. Or will be shortly.

And you better keep your eye

on your little pal Roberto the DA...

...because if he's not on the list,

he will be.

You know

he's the one that put Willie down.

He's on the list.

Like I said, find Gil.

Get his contact, take him off the street,

or feed him to me.

Then, hopefully,

Van Beber will go to his great reward...

...and I'll get back

to my goddamn doughnuts.

- Blades.

- It's not cars. It's bodies.

- That's illegal now.

- Hold on.

Do you mind?

I'm trying to have a conversation here.

I mind. You're putting my life at risk

and those of everyone around you.

Idiot!

Hey, I'm back.

Got four license plates.

Other than Gold, three white males...

...all have long sheets, all are 4-4's.

Are you ready for the best part?

How many non-Whole Foods dinners

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