Misconduct Page #6

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I just can't.

It's just you and me.

It's just us.

Are you sure that, that girl

that they brought into the

ICU is Emily's neighbor?

Her name is Amy Campbell and

somebody has massacred her, Ben.

Someone who knows what we did.

She saw me at Emily's place.

She can I.D. Me.

As terrible as it sounds, she

can't wake up until I fix this.

All right, baby, I love you.

I love you, too.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What the f***? What?

Dr. Hughes! Dr. Hughes!

Room two!

What happened? I don't

know what happened.

She's coding. Get the crash cart!

Go. Go.

I'll get the bags!

- Come on. Don't die on me.

- Come on. Stay with me.

Oh. God...

Don't die on me now.

Can I help you with something?

Next time, you should phone

me before you come here.

Article 7-14 of the standard

practice of code of ethics

says we may not

talk off the record.

All right, here's what's gonna

go down. We're gonna settle.

I'm gonna give you

everything that I got,

all the evidence that we got

against you, legal, illegal.

And the manner in which

you were able to cover up

all the sh*t that you've done.

I'd love to help you but there's

just one small problem.

Yeah? What's that?

I don't have the faintest f***ing

clue what you're talking about.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Emily was gonna extort

you and you found out

and you got your feelings

hurt, so you killed her

and then you framed me for it.

Well, I did not kill Emily,

although I can tell by the conviction

in your voice you think I did.

You know, I just

realized something.

It's so funny.

Emily kidnapped herself,

didn't she? Of course.

I mean, in retrospect, it makes

total sense, doesn't it?

Of course, when you love someone,

you tend to overlook the obvious,

but that's it. Poor old Emily.

She was testing me to see if I

would bring the money for her.

But she didn't live long

enough to see what I would do.

Pity. Kind of sad

that she involved you, too.

So why did you send that guy to

come intimidate me at the club?

Oh, come on. I have a net

worth of $8.7 billion.

Do I look like a man who would hire

street thugs to do his dirty work?

I never wanted any of this.

Of course you didn't.

I'm sure you didn't.

You're married, and you got

involved with an ex-lover

whom you must have known

wasn't too tightly wrapped,

not playing with a full deck of

cards, as they say, with deep mental

and emotional

disturbances and issues

and all that googly crap

we talk about.

You got involved because

you wanted to shine in court.

Probably fill some gigantic hole

in your dreary, insipid,

lackluster life.

You know, you knew the risks,

but you proceeded anyway.

It rained, and you got wet,

and I have no sympathy.

Now that you are down a rabbit

hole, the only question I have

is how far are you willing

to go to get out?

Like the man said,

"it's better to go too far

than not far enough."

Stalin.

911 operator.

What is your emergency?

Hello? Yeah, look...

Sir? I can't quite hear you.

Can you repeat that?

Motherf***er! Come here!

Hey. Hey, baby.

Charlie.

Everything's gonna

be okay, all right?

Hold on.

Who are you?

Hey! I said who

the f*** are you?

When they find you, you're looking

at three counts of murder one!

That's death in this state!

Something tells me I got a

better lawyer than you.

Why did you kill Emily?

I didn't. I moved her.

Why?

You really don't know.

Don't you touch her! Hey!

Hey, Charlie, look at me!

No!

No!

You son of a b*tch!

I'm gonna kill you!

Why are you doing this?

How is what I do any different

than what you do, Mr. Cahill?

You think you're a righteous

man but you're not.

You're just confused.

There is no right, no wrong.

Only what is true.

Die, you f***er! Die!

Help. We need help.

We need help!

You're gonna be okay, baby.

I'm gonna come back to get you.

Don't leave me, Ben.

Ben.

Sir, are you all right?

Ben. Don't leave me.

Okay. Sir?

- Is she gonna make it?

- I don't know.

Listen, man, just leave town.

You have to.

Listen, no,

I'm not going anywhere

until I figure out who did this.

Do you hear me?

Now, I've got the laptop from

the guy who tried to kill me.

I'm gonna send you an encrypted file

and I need you to try to decipher it.

Okay. Why?

Because I think I figured

out who did this,

and I just need the proof.

Been reading about you here

in the paper, manhunt.

F*** you.

You want some coffee?

Listen to me.

Is everything all right

here, Mr. Abrams?

Yeah, everything's fine,

Susie, just fine. No.

Thank you for inquiring,

honey. Thank you.

Let me know if you need me.

I sure will.

Keep your eye on us, too.

I will.

You...

You've looked better.

I should f***ing put

you in the ground.

Oh, boy, you got evidence

against you, son.

Direct, circumstantial. It's

all over the place, son.

It's just not in your favor.

Oh, I forget, the motive, too.

Why did you do it?

Why did you do this to me?

What? Do what?

I didn't do anything to you.

I killed somebody

because of you.

Oh, no. You did

that on your own.

No. No. You did this to

me, and I can prove it.

You can prove it?

I can prove it.

Be my guest.

I didn't kill Emily.

Any good lawyer will tell you

it doesn't matter what is.

It's what "is" looks like.

There was a biker,

a man on a motorcycle,

who tried to bury me

underneath a church.

Yeah? Anyway, I

snapped his neck.

You know him?

I've never heard of him, no.

No, I think you do

because you hired him.

Unfortunately for you,

this guy also kept

a very detailed expense report on his

laptop, just like an accountant.

See, I got a tech guy who was

able to trace the accountant

right back to you.

I smell a blackmail here. Oh.

Yeah, is that what you're doing?

Blackmailing me?

You think I'm blackmailing you?

Why the f***

would I blackmail you?

Listen, never bullshit

a bullshitter, son.

You know how I built

my reputation?

How did you build

your reputation?

Breaking down every

crooked banker

and CEO sociopath this side

of the Mason-Dixon,

bullshitting me

every day of the week.

You know, I do the wrong thing for

the right reasons just like you.

Who do you think you'll be

without your reputation?

Reputation, Mr. Cahill,

is an idle impression,

is "oft got without merit,

lost without deserving."

There's some

Shakespeare for you.

Yeah. Can you handle it?

I'll take care of my reputation.

What's gonna really bog us down

now, buddy is you thinking,

having the audacity

and the profound ignorance to

think you can take me down.

We got company.

The state of Louisiana

from 1979 till now,

has executed 659 criminals,

some of them guilty,

with eight waiting in line,

queued up, ready to go next.

I'm waiting

for you to join them.

My profound ignorance

uncovered something.

You been working with Arthur

Denning the whole time,

taking bribes, throwing

cases for him for years.

And now he's hanging

you out to dry.

You are done.

I'm gonna crucify you

and you know it.

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