One Good Cop Page #2

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This is Stevie. He's cute, right?

- He cooks.

- Thanks, anyway.

- What are you doing?

- I was goofing.

Looking out for you, man.

- Doing a little window shopping?

- Nah.

Goofing around.

I wouldn't know how to cheat anyway.

It's easy. You just lie and deny.

Rita's got cop eyes. I couldn't get away

with anything even if I wanted to.

- You think Lucille was stupid?

- No, I'm just...

You think she believed

those stories about extraditions?

- Steve, look...

- Let me tell you something.

Women always know.

They either put the wood to you

or let it slide, but they always know.

Lucille was a saint for putting up with me.

You're right, Steve, she was a great lady.

I think by this time she'd forget about it.

Right now she'd just want you

to concentrate on the girls.

Looking after your kids.

- Right?

- Yeah, she'd want that.

- All she cared about was her family.

- Right.

She never thought about herself.

Look what happened.

She gets sick...

and she dies.

It's a funny world, Artie.

I mean, look at Rita.

She's a great lady.

She tried so hard to have kids.

We're past that. We're doing OK.

What you have to do, Steve,

is take one day at a time.

I know, I know, I know.

- You want to take a sick day?

- No.

- You sure?

- I'd rather be on the street with you.

We alive, baby? Talk to me.

- Let's go find out.

- Kiss me. Give me a kiss.

Get off of me!

What's the matter with you?

- Move this out of here.

- I gotta stop wearing suits.

- What for?

- It doesn't look good.

Why don't you believe it

when I say you look good?

- It's a nice suit.

- I know.

Felix, you working now?

- That's a large miscreant you got there.

- Thanks for your concern.

... you, your children,

relatives and neighbours.

The innocent victims

of this nation's drug war. Miami.

This is the third time this month

I've been robbed. What are you gonna do?

- I know.

- Third time?

- That's actually not too bad.

- That's not.

The important thing is,

where are we gonna have lunch today?

You're thinking about lunch already.

- I'm hungry.

- Don't get comfortable, Lewis.

Come on. The both of you.

- Speaking of fun guys.

- Yeah.

- Good coffee today.

- Yeah? I made it.

- Before you.

- No, darling, please...

Yeah, come on. Come on.

You know a guy named Mickey Garrett?

- Yeah.

- Neighbourhood lowlife. Crack junkie.

He was holding people up

outside cash machines.

- Garrett says you set him up.

- Come on.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Are you setting me up for something?

- This guy has a bad beef with you.

- What for? We helped him.

He just took his wife and kids hostage.

Stay behind the barricades.

Come on, Mickey! Come on!

Who's the tough guy? Wanna get some?

Yeah, man, do it up!

Your main man's got himself a jackpot.

Don't worry. He'll boogie

right past all you motherfuckers.

Look at this, Stevie.

Drop the video camera!

Lewis, this whole party's for you, my son!

- I see you, motherf***er...

- Shut the f*** up!

- I see you. Come on.

- Mickey!

- Second right!

- I see him.

Let's go.

- Let's go, Danny.

- I'm coming.

- This is strictly voluntary.

- Yeah, I know.

Hi, Cheryl. What's happening?

He's got a cigarette jones from

all that dope. Maybe this'll work you in.

Come on, Lewis, let's go.

All right?

This is Lieutenant Farrell

from hostage negotiation.

They told you this was voluntary?

- Yeah.

- He's been smoking ice.

He's in a psychotic state.

That's his wife. He's been pulling her

around, sticking that cannon in her face.

She's scared to death.

The wife always gets the worst of it.

He's got two kids too. Where are they?

- We haven't seen them.

- Let's go.

Let's do it. All right. Let's go.

Watch yourself when you're in there.

Mickey?

Mickey Garrett!

Come on in! The door's open!

Sh*t!

What are you trying to do, Mickey?

Booby-trap this place?

Mick, what's up?

It's different than it was last time.

Last time you called me a mutt, Lewis.

Bet you're sorry you didn't kill me.

If I wanted to kill you,

there's this invention called a gun.

Know what I'm saying?

That's not what happened last time.

You promised you were gonna stay clean

for your wife and kids.

- Right?

- I went and got dirty again, man.

- That sh*t's gonna kill you, Mick.

- Wrong, cop, wrong.

This ain't no playground goof.

This is superfreeze. 12 hours of power.

If it's that good, we should try some.

Cops can't get into this, man.

Cops and b*tches are all about

stopping a man having fun.

Like this b*tch over here.

El tremendo b*tch.

Mickey! Don't hurt your wife, Mickey.

He's gonna hurt her.

- What's the matter with you?

- He'll kill her.

- Stay right there. Don't you move.

- You stay down, b*tch.

- He's gonna give her up.

- What's the matter with you?

Mickey. How could a nice girl like that

spoil any of your fun?

I'm dealing ice, two bills a night.

- She'd rather I was a messenger.

- I'm going in the kitchen.

She tells me to get out of the deal.

I tell her I'm in. There ain't no getting out.

She says she's gonna call Detective Lewis.

Detective f***ing Lewis

who locked me up the first time.

I say, "You don't gotta call him."

- "I'm gonna call him for you."

- No! God!

- Here he is, like I promised you.

- It isn't her fault!

Mick, think about your boys.

That's right. You don't want them

to see you hurt their mother.

You're bringing up them kids right.

Don't hurt 'em.

Gunshot don't hurt.

Bullet goes whack and you go black.

And then Jesus'll take 'em!

After the father he gave 'em,

he owes 'em something, right?

Mick, let me ask you something.

Do you always take those boys out to play?

Don't you go out and play ball with them

all the time?

You gotta start 'em young

if you want 'em to be any good.

That's right. I bet you buy them

everything they want too, don't you?

When one of their boys has something,

they got to have it.

He-Man, GI Joe, Ghostbusters...

I know you got those... building kits

and bikes you gotta put together.

- Those instructions'll drive you nuts.

- Because the plans don't make sense.

Companies want to make you

look a chump in front of your kids.

Loving your kids

doesn't make you a chump.

Doesn't mean you can't

blow some dude away if you have to.

You're not one of them street mutts

who uses people.

You're a good father. All right?

Good husband.

You're a little stressed out today, that's all.

It could happen to anybody.

- What's he doing?

- I don't know, Artie.

Mickey? Where are you, man?

Mickey? Come on, what's the matter?

Talk to me. What you gonna do?

Go out for coffee?

Mick, I'm not gonna lie to you.

I'm scared for your kids.

It's OK. It's my friends Mr Lewis

and Mr Diroma. Go on, you guys.

He's releasing the kids.

Your man made it happen.

- All right, come in here.

- My mom!

- Where's my mom?

- Everything's gonna be fine.

Mick, these boys want to see their mom.

Why don't you send her down?

- Why don't you get out, Lewis?

- Why don't you cut her loose

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