Dark Blue Page #6

from Century City who doesn't know sh*t.

- That's the way she wants to keep it.

- And that's the deal?

Well, Bobby, there's always a deal.

Judge Russo, I'm sorry.

Listen, I really appreciate this, sir.

You're sure about this one, Eldon?

These guys are a couple of sick puppies,

Your Honor.

It is all here if you want to read it.

I mean, it's kind of thick.

Raise your right hand

and repeat after me.

As the affiant, do you swear

that everything contained in this affidavit

is true to the best of your knowledge,

so help you God?

I do.

- How's Sally?

- She's great.

- Mrs. Russo. Is she feeling better?

- Much better, thank you.

This is Bobby Keough, my new partner.

Judge Russo.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Great. Thank you very much sir, again.

I appreciate it.

You sign out a car

and paint "Enola Gay" on its side,

because you are gonna drop the bomb

on Holland.

Take a look at these.

Who's the female?

Beth Williamson, LAPD Sergeant.

She's Holland's assistant.

- Who took them?

- Me.

Some people call that "doggy-style".

Kind of like "Bow-wow-wow".

And I call this one "girl on top".

Wait a second.

Who's wearing the high heels here?

And lets see... Oh, yeah. "Missionary".

Although I'm not quite sure

what religion that would be.

So what do you want me

to do with these?

Stick them in Holland's mailbox.

Then you're off until 21:00.

You get some sack time.

You look like sh*t, Bobby.

- I'll see you.

- Okay.

What's up with the blue suit?

Public relations.

So people see everyone who wears it

isn't like you, Detective.

Would you like a menu?

Why don't you go tell Holland

he's a great pimp?

What the hell are you talking about?

You know, I think I was falling for you.

Yeah, I really do.

What? Do you deny

you're sleeping with him?

Oh.

The secret files.

The gossip.

The dirty little stories

whispered in the men's rooms

and hallways of Parker Center.

- You're part of it now, too.

- No, I know what happened.

He was my stationhouse fling.

I was a patrol supervisor

and I was attracted to him.

I thought he was a great man.

It was a brief affair.

Then he told me he made a mistake

and wasn't leaving his wife.

That was five years ago.

We both walked away like adults.

It's long over

and it is my business, his business

and not yours or anyone else's.

Yeah, it is my business.

It is my business

when you're spying on me.

You're the goddamn spy.

You work for Van Meter, not me.

Who approached who first?

I never wanted to know anything

about your work, remember?

I never asked.

Now I know more than I want to.

Oh, yeah? What do you know?

Chill, man.

Honey, we're running late.

I want out of the marriage, Arthur.

Listen. Please just listen.

Now, I'm glad the time you put

into the department is paying off for you,

but the time I put into you

isn't paying off for me.

I want to have a life while I still can.

Don't worry. I'm still down for you, baby,

and I think you'll make

a wonderful chief.

And I'm going to work hard

and do my part to help you make it.

And when you do,

I don't see myself staying around.

I'm sorry.

That happened five years ago.

You know it.

We dealt with it. You said that you would

forgive me and try to forget it.

It is hard to forget

when you got a mailbox full of those.

I didn't know about those pictures.

LAPD just doesn't miss a trick, does it?

Is it possible to have

a secret inside that department?

No.

Perry, you know the X's and O's.

You'll be in the observation post

in the alley.

You know, you guys are lucky

the verdicts didn't come in today,

or we'd be in the south end on standby.

Well, it took my guys a day

to locate these a**holes,

and two more days to pat them down.

We finally tailed them

into Charcoal Alley.

You know Bobby Keough,

my number two on this one.

- Hey, how you doing?

- Yeah, I know Bobby.

- Congratulations on the shooting board.

- Thanks.

If you ever get tired of SIS, kid,

you come on down to Metro.

We could always use a good man.

Yeah, it's not going to happen. But thanks.

What do you say we hit the bricks?

What's going on, man?

I mean, this ain't your style.

Political as it gets, Rico.

I think they want this one

on the front page,

so make as much noise as you want.

Folks, I'd like to introduce to you

a member of our congregation

who has spoken to us on many occasions.

Assistant Los Angeles Police Chief

Arthur Holland.

Praise the Lord!

Okay, ladies, listen up.

Perry and Keough will give you some

background on the players we're after.

Guys, these are the two sh*t birds

that took out one of our dispatchers

and a few other innocents.

No one fucks with our family.

And remember, SIS doesn't have a jail,

so if you knock one of these pricks down,

make sure he stays down.

I remember one fine spring day

about 25 years ago.

I had just graduated

from the police academy.

I felt so proud with my brand new blues

coming to church that Sunday.

I felt so proud with my new badge

on my chest.

Bottom line, gentlemen, watch your asses,

and pay attention to your fields of fire.

Once we have secured the location,

we turn it over to Perry and his people.

Sergeant, take over.

A couple of weeks ago some gentlemen

from Cleveland called me.

They wanted me to move out to Ohio

to become the chief

of their police department.

Well, that opportunity

is knocking mighty loud.

And my LAPD badge doesn't seem

to glow anymore.

And I'm not as proud of my blues

as I used to be.

Today, I called those gentlemen

in Cleveland,

and I told them that I'm staying put.

Questions?

We'll be pulling out in 15 minutes.

I stand before you tonight

to declare my goal

of becoming the first African-American

Police Chief of Los Angeles.

So what happens

if they take these guys alive?

Getting out alive isn't part of the drill.

- No, I know.

- For all I know, you'll hand

these cheese d*cks your Roscoe

and they'll shove it up your ass.

Shut the f*** up about that, Eldon!

I am f***ing serious.

Just shut the f*** up about it!

- You hate me right now, don't you.

- Yeah, you're damn right I do!

Good. Stay in that zone.

- What are you doing?

- Calling the suspects.

Why?

Making sure they're up and about.

You can't shoot a man in bed.

Hey, dumb-ass!

Take a look out your window.

The cops are crawling all over your place.

Flash bang!

- Get down! On the ground, now!

All right.

- Get the f*** down.

- All right.

- Get your f***ing hands up!

- All right!

- Up!

- All right.

- Get the f*** down.

- I'm cool.

- Fall down! Now!

- All right!

- Down!

- All right, here. Take my piece.

Here you go, here.

Here you go, the safety is off.

You drill him. I'll take the heat.

Okay. All right. Hey, hey, hey!

Take this worthless piece of sh*t down

right now!

This ain't right, Bobby.

I never did sh*t to you.

- Shut up!

- Be cool.

- Shut the f*** up!

- I ain't got no gun.

- Shut up!

Go to work. Go to work, Bobby.

We're running out of time here!

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