Bending the Rules Page #7

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- You shot me.

- And I apologize for that.

- Out.

- I'll stay in the car. Don't give me a gun.

It's Willie Van Beber.

I'd feel safer with you.

- You trust me?

- I trust you.

I'll have the thin blue line park outside.

Lock the doors.

Stay away from firearms.

- Yeah.

- Happy. Blades.

If you're not too busy making doughnuts

I could use some backup.

You're a cop, Blades.

Why are you calling me?

Well, technically,

I'm on administrative leave.

- Where's Blades?

- Garcia, right?

- Gold, yes. Where is he?

- He went to meet Gil Ott.

I guess he's got Rosalyn Wohl.

- Did he say where?

- I heard Sixth and Concord.

Let's go. Now. Come on.

You're staying with me.

Hey, Blades.

- Gil. How you been?

- Wonderful.

Hands on your head.

Hands.

Come on.

Why the hell isn't Blades picking up?

I don't know. Am I supposed to know?

Oh, sh*t. Call 911 and stay with the car.

- 911, what is your emergency?

- Police emergency.

I ran into your father, Gil.

- He's worried about you.

- My father?

That's funny. That's really--

That's hilarious.

- Where's the paper, Blades?

- Happy Conners took it.

Bullshit. Give me the goddamn paper.

He doesn't have it, Gil.

Happy Conners has it.

And you don't really need it anyway.

Hands up on your head.

I'm really sorry about

the way this ends, detective.

I had such a good time

watching you in trial.

You were the happiest defendant

I've ever seen.

- I try to stay positive.

- Turn around.

You know you were right.

About the list?

It doesn't really make any difference.

But you're a liability now.

You're not the first to say so,

although you may be the last.

Thought that kidnapping thing

sounded fishy.

I knew you'd respond

to a lady in distress.

That's no way to treat an employee.

Independent contractor.

I thought I was doing you

a favor though, killing Gold.

He wants to put you away.

Once you know him,

his intentions are good.

That's very magnanimous.

So Van Beber's your dad, yes?

Technically, for about another week or so.

Then he's gonna be my dead dad.

So, yeah, sad story all around.

Your methods are unorthodox.

But I must admit, I admire your loyalty.

Police!

A few of my dad's friends.

I'm an only child.

He gets kind of overprotective.

Oh, sh*t.

Blades.

You could have

put my father away for life.

Instead you had to kill him?

- I'm sorry. I was just doing my job.

- No compromises. No deals.

Right? Well, guess what.

No deal for you either.

Don't move.

Yeah, well,

Wohl was her mother's maiden name.

Van Beber never married her.

I hate to admit it, Blades,

but you're not a half-bad detective.

Okay, enough.

Thank you for driving me home.

I'm gonna go soak in a hot bath

the next 85 years.

Are we still on for Whole Foods?

You bet. Want a ride to work

in the morning?

Sure.

How very gallant of you.

Thanks.

- It's tomorrow.

- Again.

- At least this didn't happen on my birthday.

- That's good.

That is good.

- That's bad.

- That is bad.

Still going after my dad for adultery?

If your mom's still hiring.

I need the work.

- You know my dad isn't cheating, right?

- I know no such thing.

It's a fantasy. He never cheated on her.

She cheated on him.

He's a dentist for God's sake.

- But to the stars.

- Oh, God. More fantasy.

Does my mother have any

actual evidence of this affair?

Her theory is that he takes

his girl or girls...

...to this hotel.

- And what do you think?

- I don't get paid to think.

- That's clear.

- What's that supposed to mean?

It means I found the car.

If the Hawk was supposed

to be on its way to Argentina...

...why did it keep popping up

over town?

Excellent question.

You wouldn't expect a thief

to steal it then tool around.

- No.

- My dad is a notorious cheapskate.

Except when driving the Hawk.

He would never take a mistress

to a swank hotel.

He would park the car in a hotel garage

if it meant keeping it off the street.

Yes!

What do you say? I get a turn

at the wheel of this beauty?

All right, you've earned it.

You just go very easy, okay?

She likes to be rewed a lot

before she downshifts.

- Taser boy?

- Yes?

Relax.

That video is gonna get me elected.

No bad publicity except if it's an obituary.

- You got my vote.

- Convicts can't vote.

You have to convince 12 jurors,

including at least a few females.

Yes. Yes.

- You must have a lot of tickets.

- Drive!

- The biggest mistake of my life.

- What?

Letting you drive!

Apologize to your father for me.

Dad, I am really, really sorry.

Is he dead?

He never stood a chance

against the Hawk.

Who is he?

On Van Beber's payroll, no doubt.

I guess killing his daughter

didn't endear us to him.

We got lucky.

I've never been lucky.

Thanks.

For what?

Keeping me alive.

Protect and serve, my man.

That's the job.

So speaking of you

sending me to prison....

We were?

Admittedly, I've had some lapses

of judgment.

But I'm really not one of the bad guys.

Yeah, well, I've had some lapses

here and there.

And I'm definitely one of the good guys.

Thanks for showing me

the forest and the grays.

- Am I supposed to know what that means?

- Not really.

Oh, what am I gonna tell my dad?

What am I gonna tell my dad?

Tell him how much you love him.

The rest is pretty much

paint by numbers.

- Have you seen a red Studebaker Hawk?

- Sorry, I haven't.

Son.

Hey. Dad.

What time is it?

I have some bad news.

What? Where's mom?

Oh, no, no, no. It's okay. Mom is fine.

She's fine.

Now, look, Theo. I don't want you

to overreact or anything...

...but it appears as if

the Hawk has been stolen.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sorry.

I know how much it meant to you.

Me?

That car meant everything

in the world to you.

Everything? No, no, no.

It's a fine automobile...

...but you know what I always say:

It's just a car.

Yeah.

I love you, Dad.

I love you too, kiddo.

We interviewed a few jurors

after the mistrial...

...they seemed pretty unimpressed,

so we walked away.

But the fact that you decided

to dismiss the case...

...doesn't mean

Detective Blades is innocent.

- I used to know what that word means.

- Counsel, do you mind?

We couldn't make a case.

We dumped it.

I understand you spent time

with Detective Blades...

...looking for your car,

which you reported stolen?

- That's true.

- And in fact your father had the car?

We don't choose our parents, sergeant.

Looks like you and Detective Blades

had quite an adventure.

Detective Blades was instrumental

in uncovering a damaging leak...

...that was in our office.

A leak which had already resulted

in the death of an FBI informant.

That's very impressive. Look...

...you knew at the time that Detective

Blades was on administrative leave...

...and he had specific orders

not to do any police work.

My mother hired him as a Pl

to look for the car.

Which your father had.

- Exactly.

- Exactly.

I bet Detective Blades

went out of his way...

...not to mislead anyone

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