One Good Cop Page #4

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I told Dr Gelb

I could give myself the medicine.

But he says I'm still too young.

Well... it's hard for anybody, old or young.

He says he'll teach me when I'm seven.

Let's see. I'm five now.

Five, six, seven.

That's three years to go.

- Don't worry, Uncle Artie.

- I'm not. I'm not worried, hon.

This happens to me every day.

You all right, Lewis?

Yeah.

Take his cuffs off.

I'd like nothing better

than have this mutt make a move on me.

Sit down.

Guess what.

No deals today, Mickey.

No deals.

I just wanna make up for what I did.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

My best friend boxed me into this one.

His name's Clifford Ricks. He lives...

down in the basement at 914117th.

What's Clifford into?

He's recruiting for some new organisation.

Dude they call Beniamino.

Yeah, I know him. Hangs out

at Cienfuegos. What about him? Come on.

He's the ice man. He's the man.

- Don't get comfortable with me, man.

- All right.

You smoking ice yesterday?

Yeah.

Clifford's got a mountain of it in his pad.

- How does Beniamino bring it in?

- He don't bring it. He makes it here.

You just set up a lab.

Wipe out the competition.

Beniamino clipped those four teens

in the project.

Clifford in on that too?

No, man. Clifford ain't no killer.

He's just a get-over guy.

Just like me. That's all.

- Beniamino's the man.

- Where does Beniamino live?

Clifford will tell you.

Clifford's his boy now.

Come on, what else you selling?

That's all I got.

- Don't bullshit me.

- I ain't trying to cop out.

This ice... this sh*t is the plague.

It's like a hurricane.

Blows you out of this world.

You get so horny

you can tear b*tches apart.

You get so angry you could

blow everybody away. You feel so big...

I don't give a f*** how you feel!

I don't care!

- You killed a cop.

- I'm sorry.

- You killed my partner, man.

- I'm sorry.

- You're sorry cos you got caught.

- I'm sorry cos I killed Detective Diroma.

If I could take it back... Jesus!

Get him outta here.

Clifford Ricks here, man?

Chill.

- I can't hear you, man. Yeah or no?

- Down there.

Don't spook this kid, Felix.

I know Clifford from school.

Dude's a lightweight.

He's gonna spill his guts

as soon as he sees us.

I can't believe Clifford's a big ice dealer.

That's what Mickey said.

If he is knocking down all that cash,

he should get himself a new pad.

This place is a shithole, man.

Yeah.

- Urban renewal.

- Yeah.

Maybe you'd better talk to this dude.

Clifford Ricks!

Yo, man.

- Who's that?

- It's Felix. We just want to talk to you.

What the f***...

- Man!

- What is that?

- Rats, bro.

- Rats?

- Goddammit.

- F***ing dirtbag cops!

Felix!

Sh*t! Man, I'm all f***ed up!

F*** you!

Come on out!

Come on, motherf***er!

Cover me!

Clifford!

Motherf***er!

I'll bust your head!

- I'm gonna kill you!

- That's it, man. It's over.

- It's over, man. We won.

- I'm gonna kill you!

- I'm gonna kill him.

- No, Felix. That's it, man.

That's it. Look at me.

We won it! We're alive!

We are alive, partner.

Look at me. Look at me.

- Say it. We're alive.

- We're alive.

- Say it.

- We're alive.

- Yell it.

- We're alive!

Yeah!

I'm dead.

Is Aunt Rita OK? She left home so early.

She has to take two subways

to get to work.

Maybe I'll call her.

Her work number's by the phone.

It's only for emergencies.

But... I think I'm worried about her.

Better not call. You'll get in big trouble.

Want some coffee, Uncle Artie?

Here. Give me a wind-up.

- Big high kick and a throw.

- Ready?

Babe, I was born ready.

Good catch.

No-one will steal the show

from the bride.

- Mrs Lewis?

- Excuse me.

It's for you.

- Hello.

- Aunt Rita?

- Are you OK?

- Barbara?

Hi, sweetheart. I'm fine.

I love you, Aunt Rita.

- Come home soon.

- I love you too, honey.

- I love you very, very much.

- OK. Bye.

Are you sure it's OK?

Sure. Don't worry. Go.

I'll put the girls to sleep.

- Take this pretty girl out on a date.

- I will.

- Go, go!

- OK. Good night.

Just wanna make sure

you're in there safe and sound.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

It's busy.

Who could she be talking to?

I don't know.

Maybe we should go back home.

Maybe we should just relax.

This is crazy. We only just got here.

What could have happened?

Everything's fine. Mrs Christofaro's

probably cracking open a bottle of vodka.

Four or five of her boyfriends are over.

- Check, please.

- Come on. They'll be fine.

- George, come here.

- Yes, Artie?

- Bring me a couple more of these.

- You got it.

OK. Let's eat.

- You got a big announcement to make?

- No. Why?

Last time you had two Mai Tais

you proposed.

No, I proposed a weekend in Atlantic City.

I guess I was hoping

you'd make me another proposition.

Like what?

Like we keep the kids.

You want me to sleep in that chair

for the rest of my life?

No. We could get a new place.

Honey, we're fairly tapped, you know.

That means a house.

That's 25 grand minimum.

Lawyers' fees,

closing cost, down payment.

I gotta warn you, it's gonna be

real hard for me when the kids go.

Rita,

we're gonna see these kids all the time.

- We're gonna keep tabs on these guys.

- I'm not talking being Aunt Rita.

Birthday calls

and Christmas and Easter visits.

You know what I'm feeling.

You know what I'm going through.

When we got married, I thought, "Great."

"I get pregnant. Have a kid."

"Another. As many as I want.

Just like my mom and my sisters."

I took it for granted what a miracle it is.

I thought you were pretty much over that.

I was.

I would have been fine

if the kids hadn't come into our lives,

but now the whole thing

just comes up all over again.

I really wanted kids.

It's like I have a second chance.

And I'm gonna lose them again.

- These horses are wild horses!

- Want some cotton candy?

Yeah. Thank you very much.

That was a lot.

Hey, look, there's the dinosaurs.

Let's go watch the clown.

- Hi!

- Girl, can you see from here?

Can I put you down here? How's that?

What's he making?

Would you like a balloon?

Aunt Rita, I want a balloon.

OK, you're gonna get a balloon.

Right after this one.

Uncle Artie's getting nauseous.

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting... Swan!

Carol!

Artie, get off!

Get off it! Come here!

- Carol's gone!

- What do you mean, gone?

I don't know.

I just turned around for a second.

- How did you let this happen?

- I don't know! Just find her!

All right. Stay here.

- What happened?

- We were at the dinosaur ride!

I'm looking for a little girl,

pigtails, about four, real cute...

I see so many kids.

- What happened to Carol?

- It's OK, honey. Let's go.

Let's go. I'm sorry.

I'm looking for a little girl...

I know somebody took her! I know it!

Stay here! Marian!

Marian, sweetheart! Wait!

Come here.

Uncle Artie, look what I got.

Where have you been?

Thanks. Where you been all my life?

Baby, you gotta calm down. Listen to me.

I got her!

She was hustling all the balloons

off some guy.

Carol, where were you?

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