Edison Page #3

Yeah, it's Jack.

Can you come on over?

- Why weren't you more specific?

- You have a source to protect.

I was that vague, you fired me.

Do you know how

pervasive this is?

Are you think they're involved?

I don't know who's involved,

and neither do you.

Than why did we

even come here?

Levon Wallace,

city's best investigator.

If the story holds up

he'll confirm it.

What do we do now?

I publish coupons.

You should look for a job.

- Mr. Ashford

- Look, kid.

You've got a story, access to the

D.A. and his best investigator.

If you can't make a career of that

you don't belong in this business.

Mr. Ashford.

Stop the Mister. Okay?

I'm outta this game.

And your late night visits irk me.

If Wallace confirms your story,

then you have to put the question

to Tilman, Lazerov, and Deed.

Use a phone.

And pray they don't take the call.

Moses!

Look, kid.

It's Friday.

Go do what you're supposed to do.

Go get laid, for christ sake.

- Outta the way.

- I wasn't doin' a thing.

Yeah, whatever.

- Look out.

- All right!

Hey.

Just here to dance.

Have a good time.

What?

Oh, my God. . .

Poppy.

Pollack.

- Who's that?

- He's a reporter.

We have to go.

- Why?

- We have to go.

- That's the guy from your story.

- Shh.

He's kinda cute, right?

Are you dating other people?

Don't worry. Looks like

he just got engaged.

I saw that.

Tough break for you.

You never put a face on it do you?

Once published, it will ruin his life.

I'm not ruining his life.

I said your story.

God, it is always about you, right?

I do think about that. Okay.

I think about ruining somebody's

life.

You're not gonna get

self-absorbed and mopey?

Don't get all soft and mopey

Hey, what are you doing?

- What happened?

- Come on. Move it!

Get outta the way!

Move! Move!

Don't move, help's comin' .

Aw, f***.

Officer Deed, Edison P. D. I have 2

down outside the Plaza Nightclub.

I have a medical bracelet here.

It says serum prothrombin

conversion, blood type O.

Stay still, buddy. Help's comin' .

- She needs help.

- I know. Stay still.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hell. Sh*t.

Wallace?

You ever answer your

f***ing phone?

You?

I've been up all night.

Pollack got the sh*t kicked up

last night, so did Willow.

What? Who?

His girlfriend.

They're in the hospital.

How bad?

She's in a coma.

She's got factor seven deficiency.

It's a blood disorder.

They don't know how

she's gonna survive.

And Pollack?

Took a beating but he'll be all right.

Mugged?

Warned.

Who are you?

Deed. Edison P. D.

Who are you?

- You don't wanna be here.

- Who are you?

Moses Ashford,

I own the paper he works for.

- How bad Is he?

- He's banged up.

Sedated. Do you care?

- Tell him somethin'?

- Tell him What?

Tell him I have nothing

to do with this.

- with What?

- You gonna Tell him or not?

Officer Deed.

Is there any hope for you, son?

No.

Let go.

- What are you doin'?

- Go me.

It's not safe for him here.

Move him somewhere safe.

Come in.

Make yourself as

comfortable as you can.

The market will deliver.

It's on Wallace's tab.

You have run of the house,

but, no matches.

- No fire at All near the barn.

- You told me.

All that dry hay could catch fire.

This place has been in

Wallace's family for years.

Why do I have to stay here?

You don't have to stay here.

take a plane, go home to mommy.

I wanna be near Willow.

Believe me, it's safer

both of you if you're here.

When I publish.

You can't publish.

- Why not?

- Look at what they did to me!

Serious journalism doesn't

look so good up close, huh?

It's a little hard to tell with this large

thing hanging over my eye, thanks.

So who's a fraud now?

You know what? You don't

even know what it's like.

Life's a b*tch, ain't it?

Think you can swim, then it's oh

sh*t, where are my water wings?

This isn't from swimming pool.

No, this is what you aspire to.

You want a prize?

Here's your shot.

See when you asked Charles

to tell you his story you committed.

Now you have a moral duty.

People depending on you.

Doesn't get any better than that, kid.

Hey, why are you doin'

this to me?

Cause you did it to me.

I'll call you later.

How can I help you, Frank?

Why were you at that club?

Yoga, exercises, aerobics.

What do you think? I was dancin' .

Dancin'?

Yeah. It's a dance club, Frank.

I'm f***in' James Brown.

Watch me.

- Ow!

- Yeah, I feel good.

- I got soul.

- Neck bones, candy ass.

- Right, Right, right. right.

- Oh.

- After You clocked out. . .

- Hm?

- Tilman got a call.

- right.

That Herald reporter was

makin' noise at the Hall.

Nothin' hardcore but

he had to come to Jesus.

The girl need one, too?

I didn't know

she had bad blood.

- I figured She was a bonus.

- right.

Gave him a sermon, he's pissed

chapter and verse the girlfriend.

- He won't be gettin' dumb now.

- Yeah.

This is from Tilman.

- You gotta worry.

- right.

Pollack.

The kid's got nothin' .

His source.

Who?

Your Jesus buddy got

shanked at Longworth.

Drive safe.

F***.

Who the hell told you?

Lazerov said it came from you.

I went to the hospital, went in there.

And I saw a some guy,

I don't know who it was.

And I was Deed.

Deed was talking to him I left.

Lazerov said?

When did that start?

Please, give me a break.

- Give You a break?

- You know What Lazerov said

Can you over the hospital he's

taking you and Wu to the hospital,

nobody's calling me,

nobody's saying anything.

I thought you knew.

It's not up to me.

How do I know?

Oh, sh*t.

Well thank you.

Thanks for dropping by

and laying this sh*t on me.

Hospital security.

- Lazerov?

- You got that For me?

Yeah, Pollack was released

to Wallace and Ashford.

What'd you get?

Nothin' that can't be mitigated.

Except maybe the photos,

taken before help arrived.

And there's a bad news.

- Charles Is dead.

- What?

Knifed at Longworth.

Great. If Charles is dead,

we got nothin' .

We got a bigger problem.

FRAT collars dealers

with drugs, guns, flesh.

Guilty verdicts.

Whatever FRAT confiscates,

FRAT keeps.

$ 12 million cash

in the past 5 years.

Six million dollars for ordnance.

Four million for surveillance.

Tilman overpays by two,

three, 400 percent.

But take a look at

who he's buying from.

Surveillance from midland.

PC's from high tower.

Arms from Phoenix.

Oh, Digi-Vector

they built FRAT's website.

They own sports teams.

Car dealerships.

Retail chains.

City's leadership.

And the founders of

the Better Edison Foundation.

When did this pop up?

It hasn't yet.

Official opening's next week.

Reigert.

It's a political action committee.

The overpayments

end up right here.

Money laundering.

Yeah well, we're not gonna

find any memos on that.

You showed me the bones

of a covert fascist state.

Methodist Hospital.

Hi, I'm checking on a patient,

Willow Summerfield.

Are you a relative?

I'm a friend.

I was in the hospital with her.

Oh. One moment.

Sh*t.

Just spread it out here.

FRAT's basic profile.

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