Code of Honor Page #4

[knocking on door]

Hey.

Hi.

I didn't know where else to go.

Well, why don't you

go to the police?

Everyone would know.

I'm not exactly

the girl next door.

Well, the police don't care

about your job.

That's the difference

between them and him.

[sighs] Please?

[sighs]

William, this is Corey.

Corey, this is

my friend, William.

Hey there, Corey,

how you doing?

Good.

[clears throat]

Uh, sorry, I wasn't

expecting company.

It's okay, we weren't

expecting to need it.

Honey, do you need

to go to the bathroom?

Um, do you mind if I use it?

- No, go right ahead.

- Oh, thanks.

[water running]

Ahh.

[inhales through nose]

Are you a good guy

or are you a bad guy?

Well, what did

your mom tell you?

That you're a good guy.

That's what my son

thought, too.

How old is your son?

- How old are you?

- Six.

Six-years-old, hm...

I think that's about how old my

son was the last time I saw him.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He'll sleep

through the night now.

He can sleep through

anything.

You know, you can stay here as

long as you want.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

You know, you think your life

is gonna turn out one way,

and then it goes somewhere

completely different.

Right now, I just...

I just want him to be safe.

He'll be safe here.

And so will you.

The news is right. There hasn't

been a violent crime reported

in almost a week.

And hell, if it wasn't

for Colonel Sikes,

wouldn't have much

of any crime reported.

All the other precincts saying

pretty much the same thing.

Hey, if we don't get this guy

soon, we'll all be out of a job.

There'll be no one else

left to arrest.

A drop in crime,

no matter what the reason,

it's gotta be

a good thing, right?

For the department,

for the city.

Listen, if we

play this thing right,

at the end of the day,

you guys are gonna be

very popular around here,

and you might just be looking

at the next Chief of Police.

As long as we don't count the

dead bodies of the unrighteous

littering the streets,

then yeah, we can tell ourselves

we're doing a fine job.

Aren't you being just a little

bit dramatic, Detective?

What, you think all the city's

criminals are on vacation,

Captain?

They're sh*t scared of this

"super-vigilante" and so am I.

We don't know anything about

this Colonel Sikes.

He could just as easily start

taking out school kids tomorrow,

and there's not a goddamn thing

we can do about it.

Yeah, we don't even have

a picture, or a description.

Porter's right,

we're chasing a ghost.

Speaking of Agent Porter,

we heard from him?

Not a peep. But I did call

the Pentagon myself about Sikes.

- [Captain] And?

- After two hours of being

transferred

to every ranking

officer on duty,

they couldn't even tell me this

guy existed,

let alone give me his file.

And don't expect them to

anytime soon.

Plausible deniability.

- Where have you been?

- Drunk.

But I am meeting Sikes

at midnight.

That doesn't give us much time.

Where?

- Devil's Garden.

- That's Vincent Romano's club.

That makes it interesting.

You sure about that?

Oh, yeah, he's gonna be there.

- He's the one who set it up.

- Why?

It was the honorable

thing to do.

We need to shut down every

street in a three block radius.

I agree. Let's also

get SWAT on the move.

I want to nail

this bastard.

There was a catch.

He wants me alone.

Oh, yeah. And I want

to lose ten pounds, pal.

Well, he sees any cops,

he's gonna disappear.

You're never

gonna find him again.

So what do you suggest?

All right, I'm going in.

I don't care if

the whole damn place explodes,

nobody moves an inch

until I give the word.

A**hole.

All right, everyone,

you heard him.

No one move until I give

the go ahead.

We hear you loud and clear,

Detective.

[techno music plays]

How are you, William?

I took the liberty

to order you a drink.

I thought you

might want one.

I'm here to take you down,

Robert.

Since you've been in town,

you've killed two crack heads,

a bunch of gangsters.

Man, I thought

you'd come to help me.

That was just self-defense.

And you let the media think that

I did all the killing.

That was kind of clever of you.

Cigar?

I don't smoke anymore.

[laughs]

He who never met a girl

he did not try to f***,

a drink he didn't want to drink,

a vice he didn't like,

has now given up cigars?

What in the hell happened

to you anyway, Robert?

Hey, man, I never went soft,

that's what happened to me.

I still love my country.

I still love my family,

even though they're gone.

And I'm still an honorable man.

Kimi and Patrick's death

doesn't justify

this one-man crusade

you've been going on.

Except for the cigars,

their deaths have nothing

to do with any of this.

I know you went

soft a long time ago,

but you and I took an oath,

along with every other soldier,

to defend our country

against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

So now you just, uh, kill anyone

that you decide is "evil"?

[scoffs] That's very noble.

There are places

in this country,

places in every city,

where people can't go

without fear of being robbed,

mugged, murdered.

We don't accept that

in other countries.

Why should we accept that here?

We also took an oath to protect

the Constitution.

Or have you

forgotten that?

There's right and wrong.

The laws are meant to serve us,

not to serve them.

Slavery was a law,

and if it wasn't for men

like us standing up,

it might still be there.

He's here.

So, in your little world,

who chooses who's "good"

and who's "bad"?

- You?

- Judges, juries,

military tribunals,

but somebody has to

start somehow

trying to make a difference.

And if you've seen

what's happened to the crime

rate around here,

I'd say I'm

doing something.

And who do you think

you'd be serving?

Certainly not the innocent woman

and the scared little boy

hiding out with me.

Are you, of all people,

trying to lecture me

on morality?

I never missed a soccer game.

I never forgot an anniversary.

I never went over the speed

limit or cheated on my taxes.

You, on the other hand,

you had a beautiful wife

and a son who loved you

more than anything in the world.

You drank, you lied,

you cheated, and you f***ed

everything that moved,

foreign and domestic.

I served my country

proudly and honorably.

And my wife was

ripped away from my life

without any regard

for her innocence.

Yours left you

on her own free will

because you were

such a son of a b*tch.

And I'm the bad guy?

If I'm the "bad guy",

what does that make you?

The man who's going to bring

your little crusade to an end.

Detective, get in here and let's

take this son of a b*tch down.

Knowing that you're such

a trustworthy individual,

I brought this little

jamming device.

I'm done f***ing with you.

Don't move!

No, you're not gonna shoot me.

I hope you don't think

I've gone that soft.

You're sitting on a chair that

has a bomb underneath,

kind of like the bomb

that we used to take out

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