One Good Cop Page #5

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- Thank God!

- I'm sorry I yelled at you, babe.

That's stupid!

What's the matter? Come here.

You have to watch babies.

She could have been kidnapped

and taken away.

But she didn't watch!

We've never had kids before.

This is new to us.

Aunt Rita's trying real hard.

That's OK, Artie.

You're right.

I should have watched more carefully.

But I'm gonna make you a promise

right now.

Look at me, Marian.

I will never, ever take my eyes

off any one of you guys as long as I live.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Come here. Come here.

Nice hug. A nice hug.

All right.

What do you say we all go eat lunch?

Night, guys. Sleep tight.

- Oh, man.

- Oh, God! What a day!

You know what?

I've been in and out of a lot of scrapes.

But I don't think I've ever been

as scared as I was today.

They're precious, aren't they?

You know what?

You're precious.

Come here, precious.

My darling precious.

Yeah.

- Come here.

- Oh, God.

Sorry.

- Aunt Rita?

- Aunt Rita's not here right now, hon.

I was looking for some shoes

under there.

We forgot to say good night to you.

That's sweet. Give me a smooch.

- Good night.

- Good night, Uncle Artie.

- Give me a hug. Give me a double hug.

- Good night.

- Good night, Uncle Artie.

- See you.

Well, there goes that idea.

"I'm just looking for some shoes!"

You want a beer?

Look at that, man.

Another dude I locked up.

This joint is smoking.

Felix, you reckon that little hump Ricks

was making 80 Gs a month?

lmagine what Beniamino

takes in through that door.

We roll a grenade, we wouldn't have

any more problems with drug sales, right?

OK, here you go, Felix.

That's the slime who killed Stevie,

any way you slice it.

Do me a favour. Call that plate number in.

Good morning.

Nice car.

- I'm glad you like it.

- Yeah.

Your meter's expired.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- I didn't know. Here, I'll pay it.

- No, no. It's on me. I'll get it.

- There you go, babe.

- Thank you.

I feel so safe knowing I'm so well protected.

Yeah. It's a new service the city provides.

Look at me as your personal policeman,

all right?

From now on, wherever you turn around,

I'll be right there.

That's very thoughtful, friend.

But in a dangerous world,

shouldn't you be where you are needed?

You want to know something?

I'm needed right here.

People in your business

need a lot of protection.

- I'm here to look out for you.

- I have protection.

Boss. We gonna

make an apprehension or what?

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- What is your problem?

Babes with big mouths, that's my problem.

You better take care of this dude here.

Artie, you want to bet

that if we toss this guy right now,

we'd find enough stuff

to put him away for life?

No, no, no. We can't do that.

That'd be unconstitutional.

We got probable cause.

I think I see a little bulge in his shirt.

That's my money clip, friend.

It wants to go to you.

You don't want it?

Too bad.

We'll leave it for the sweeper.

No, man. It's OK. It's all right.

This is certainly not Fun City.

We'll have to tell our friends

to meet us in Miami Beach instead.

Bye-bye.

Hey, Artie.

In Scarsdale they would call this a mansion

and hit you for two million.

Here 140 Gs buys you the keys

and the headaches.

On the top floor we got three bedrooms,

plus the master suite and bath,

where me and my wife used to sleep.

We tried to put as much space

between us and the kids as we could.

You know what I mean?

I'll tell you the truth, Mr Finnerty.

I think I'm wasting your time here, pal.

There's not a bank in the world

that's gonna give me a mortgage.

I don't need no bank

from one of the boys from the old precinct.

We'll make this a cash transaction.

What Uncle Sam don't know

won't hurt him.

You give me 25 big ones in green,

1,500 a month so I can

get my grandkids Christmas presents,

and I'll give you the deed

and I'm outta here.

Case closed.

Everybody says money talks.

To me, money can keep a secret

better than anyone I know.

Let's do one hand. One hand.

Maybe I could get your other sister,

hold her up.

- Hey.

- Hi, Rita.

This is Mrs Frazier from social services.

She'll be looking after the girls for a while.

We weren't expecting you.

Close quarters for all these people.

Yeah.

- Where are the other two?

- They're in the bedroom playing.

- Can I say hello?

- Yeah.

- You wanna take her?

- Yeah, sure.

Hey, Cheryl, let me talk to you for a minute.

What's going on? I didn't know

you'd bring a social worker so soon.

We found three spots for them

together in a nice new facility.

The sooner we get the kids

into the system,

the sooner we can find them a good home.

What the hell is this? A sewer?

I thought I was helping you.

- By slipping them out from under me?

- You can't keep them here.

You can't keep them if Rita's working.

We know all that, all right?

I'm working on getting this big house

up in the Bronx.

Get a house with enough room for kids,

get Rita to take some time off her job,

and you can keep the kids for 30 days

while we investigate foster parents.

You can put in for the programme

once you have the facilities.

OK, fine. We're doing that, OK. That's it.

- Give me seven days.

- We already started paperwork.

- Come on, it's a week!

- The best I can do is a few days.

Artie!

Life ain't easy for orphans.

Yeah.

- Are you taking Barbara to the doctor?

- All three of them.

Barbara has to get her eyes checked

and see a nutritionist for a special diet.

- Yeah?

- And he wants Marian to see a therapist.

He says she needs to be encouraged

to express her grief.

How much are these shrinks getting?

I don't know. Got to be at least 50 a week.

You're getting it back from insurance.

- I don't get any of this stuff back.

- Why not?

They're not related to me.

It's all right. It doesn't matter.

It's money well spent.

We gonna let them take our girls away,

Artie?

What do you mean, "take away"?

How are they gonna take something away

we never even had?

We can't keep those kids

even if we wanted to.

Why?

We don't have enough money.

They don't give kids to people

who can't support them. No room.

No social worker will let three kids

sleep in a bed. They'll lose their job.

Besides...

I hate to say it, but how do we know there's

not somebody who'll do better for them?

- More security, more opportunity...

- More love?

No.

Reet, I'm talking about a back yard.

A bank account, their own bedroom.

Stuff you can touch.

Baby, you gotta let them go.

- It's for their own good.

- No, I know.

I know, Artie.

God...

- I can't do anything.

- Hey, I know.

I know. It's OK. It's OK.

Baby!

Sweetheart, how you doing?

Remember me?

- You giving out parking tickets?

- Not tonight. I want to ask you something.

Your mama know

how you spend your nights?

My mama don't wanna know

as long as the rent gets paid.

- Let me see this.

- That's illegal search.

Get over by the car. Shut up

and get over by the car. Turn around.

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