Bending the Rules Page #5

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am I up to? I'm going to prison soon.

Two of out of the three

have federal jackets.

Happy Conners is a snitch?

That's hard to believe.

Negative. It's Ed Mackie and

Dean Nickerson are the informants.

- Which agency?

- FBI.

Happy says it's a hit list from a guy

named Willie Van Beber. Know him?

Yeah, he's a 4-4 shot caller.

I thought they executed him.

Very soon. This is his last hurrah.

It has to be one of us who sold Van Beber

the names of the informants.

Who has access to the FBI

informant database?

Anyone senior in this department or

in any other in the region, state or federal.

Why is Gold on the list though?

I'm sure there's more than a few

who wanna smoke Gold.

I expect it's because

he put Van Beber on death row.

Our hero.

So do you want me to run it up the pole?

No, we put this out there,

our leaky cop evaporates.

True.

Glass finds out I'm working this,

he'll have a coronary. I don't need that.

- What are you doing?

- I'll see if Dee has a line on Gil.

- Let it ride for a few hours.

- You sure?

- Come on! What are you doing?

- No.

Come on! Dude!

You coming?

Five-0 in the house.

Was that really necessary?

I keep my love of food

and my professional life separate.

- Fatty.

- Blades.

Give me a slab to go with

the sauce on the side.

I heard you paid off that jury.

I had no choice.

Couldn't live without your ribs.

And you get off?

You know there ain't no justice.

Along with my order,

I'll need an address on Gil Ott.

I don't know no Gil.

I know a Phil, goes by Little Philly.

And I do know me a Bill.

Theodore, assume for a moment...

...most of the people in this place

are on parole, probation...

...or otherwise in the system.

How long would it take for me to find out

one of them is in possession of a gun...

...resulting in their immediate

and protracted incarceration?

You ain't even no police.

Technically, I'm on administrative leave.

Feel free to call me any time

within the next five minutes.

Yeah.

Planting evidence, a.k.a. framing.

Most importantly, what does any of it

have to do with finding my car?

- You didn't even get what you came for.

- I did.

Fat Dee didn't even tell you where Gil is.

Talk to me.

Thanks, Fatty. I owe you.

Hey. You can't just go and

do whatever you want in life, Blades.

There are systems and rules.

These systems and rules exist

for a reason.

- You've prosecuted hundreds of cases.

- Yes.

And not once have you just cut a corner,

just bent a little.

You know what the United States

Supreme Court says?

United States Supreme Court says

a prosecutor is a representative...

...not of an ordinary party

to a controversy. No, sir.

As a prosecutor,

I am the representative of our sovereignty...

...whose obligation

to govern impartially...

...is as compelling as its obligation

to govern at all.

- You lost me at Supreme-something.

- Which means, detective...

...my solemn obligation

is not to win cases, but to do justice.

I make one wrong move,

I'm worse than the guy I'm prosecuting.

- It must be very tiring to be you.

- It can be.

It's very tiring to be around you.

You just bought a slab of ribs.

You kidding me? The last time I ate

at Fat Dee's, I was on the toilet for a week.

This place rocks.

I'll have a number three.

What are you having?

I'm feeling really lost. Can you try

and explain to me what's happening?

Your car look anything like that?

That's it. I don't believe this.

That's it. That's my car.

- I'm waiting on my sandwich.

- Who cares about your sandwich?

I'm sorry, Theodore, I would, I swear.

I have to meet with someone.

It's important.

- More important than my car?

- Hard to imagine, but yes.

Give me the keys.

It's good news.

We know it's still on the street.

I'm done.

Maybe I haven't made myself clear...

...on how important that car is

to my father. To me.

- I realize this is all just one big joke to you.

- It's not.

I need to find that car, Blades.

My family is gone, my career is sh*t,

my mother's insane and my father's dying.

The one thing I got half a chance of doing

is finding that car.

And if you can't or won't help me,

then goddamn it, I will do it myself.

Get off. Get off.

- Get off me.

- Sorry about this, Theodore.

Hello? I'm kidnapped. Here, here.

This is why this country's

going in the toilet.

- I've been kidnapped.

- What's with your perp?

- Actually, that's the guy prosecuting me.

- Really?

- Really.

- Edward Mackie's dead.

I just saw him.

Called from the trunk of his car

after you told me about the list.

- Died before we got there.

- Trunk? What happened?

A pro, for sure.

You were right about Mackie,

he was working for us.

- Happy Conners said he'd get hit.

- Happy Conners is a lucky bastard.

Mackie would have put him down forever.

I was actually figuring Happy

for the body.

I don't think so. Happy's on the list.

He tried to get it stopped.

- You know Willie Van Beber?

- 4-4 number-one shot caller?

Happy said it's his thing.

They must have some kind of beef.

Van Beber's settling up

before he gets executed.

They wanna kill each other,

it's fine with me.

Start smoking my informants,

I get annoyed.

I mean, Mackie means

we lose two ongoing investigations.

He made the list

for putting Van Beber on the row.

- How nice. Buy him a drink on me.

- You should be helping.

After you get your delivery boy,

plug the damn leak.

We're not even looking for my car.

I doubt we ever were.

- You need to trust me.

- What do you think I've been doing?

These things take time. Have faith.

- Those hurt.

- They're supposed to hurt.

I don't understand. Why are we waiting?

If Fat Dee is right, why don't we

just go in and get Gil Ott now?

Fools rush in, my friend.

I hate golf.

Other than working on the Hawk, this was

the one thing my father and I did together.

I just always feel like wrapping the clubs

around people's necks.

You just have to relax.

How?

Before you swing, breathe.

Okay, time's up. I'll go get him.

If Gil Ott's in there,

you think my car is nearby?

- Nope.

- Well, that's wonderful.

- You sure you don't need me?

- You keep breathing. I'll be back.

- Hey, Blades.

- Gil. How you been?

Until about two seconds ago,

pretty good.

We were in the middle of a conversation.

How'd you get out?

- Out where?

- Jail.

- You know what was in that paper?

- Blades, I pick up, I drop off.

My job is not to say sh*t about sh*t.

If I don't do my job, I'm dead. Okay?

Paper had the name of 4-4's,

two of which were federal snitches.

- One's already smoked.

- Don't tell me. I don't wanna know.

It also had the name of a DA named Theo

Gold, who also happens to be a friend.

You get the needle for whacking a DA.

- That is not my thing.

- Technically, it is your thing.

You're the only one

who can ID the source...

...which is why I assume you're whacked

out in this caddy shack sh*t hole.

That's just rude. I live here.

- This must be Mrs. Gil.

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