Rampart Page #4

And 8 times out of 10, they're

right back at Rampart again.

You're giving me a

closing statement.

- You came looking for me.

- No, I didn't.

What is it you're not telling me?

You're either lying to me

or you're withholding.

This is what I do.

The guy that you killed,

the date-rape guy...

I'm a defense attorney. And

I'm not supposed to, but

I respect what you did.

I'm sorry.

No proof I killed anyone.

I have daughters.

I'm sorry.

Can I sleep with you tonight?

Yes.

Nice surprise.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Was she any good?

She was.

I've got to talk to you.

Can't it wait?

No.

I'm kind of busy right now.

We've got to put the houses

on the market.

You've got to start thinking about

finding another place to live. Okay?

No. That's not okay.

You've got to do it.

This isn't working.

You can't do that.

Everybody living on

top of each other?

You know it isn't working

as well as I do.

- We've got to...

- You can't do that.

We gotta go our own ways.

You can't make the decisions

for us anymore.

You've got to let us go.

That's not acceptable. We've got

to keep everybody together.

This is gonna blow over,

I promise you.

We've been trying to keep us

together for a long time.

But we've got to know

when we're licked.

You've got to let us go.

- Don't say that.

- You've got to let us go.

I'll never let you go.

- That's what I mean.

- I'll never let you go.

"You won't see me no more"

"'Cause I'm gonna stay

down here in L.A."

They all know someone like

me is more dangerous

on the witness stand

than on the streets.

Right?

You gave them only one option.

Top brass is gonna try to bury

the beating and the scandal

and keep you as the sideshow.

Keep the press guessing while they

investigate it into oblivion.

Just stick to the "assault with

a deadly weapon" routine,

and they won't touch you.

I hope you're right.

Meanwhile, I'm hemorrhaging cash.

I know that twitch.

Okay.

There's gonna be a high-stakes

card game

at the Crystal Market tonight.

You didn't hear it from me, buddy.

Thanks, Hart. You don't know

how much this means to me.

I was gonna mention

it before, but...

You know, man, the shape

you're in, jeez...

I hate to see you bled

dry like that.

How you doing?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You're hanging in there.

- Hanging in there.

- You're hanging in there.

- You keeping it going.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm in on this one, too.

What have you got?

I'm in on this one.

Twenty on that one.

Shut the f*** up!

Don't even look up!

Look the f*** down!

Stop moving, motherfuckers!

Look the f*** down!

No, f***! I got kids, man, please!

Don't f***ing kill me!

Take off your mask.

Take off your mask!

Alright, man!

Please don't f***ing shoot

me, man! Please!

Get some money out of there.

Put it in your f***ing pocket!

Hurry up, goddamnit!

Go! Go!

Brown is embroiled in a high-stakes

card game robbery

that he apparently...

Is this a two box or a three box.

I can't remember what you said.

That's the part that gets

me the most upset, Mom,

is when you keep saying sorry.

I know, I just feel bad.

Why do you feel bad? You didn't

do anything. What did you do?

That's the point. I

didn't do anything.

I'm sorry about the reporters.

Do you have cancer?

Because if you don't, I'm done.

We're done.

He fired at me three times.

I returned fire in self-defense.

It was self-defense.

I swear to God.

You need rest. You need to eat.

I didn't know about the

card game. I swear.

You need to set up shop

someplace else.

Right now.

I talked to Barb.

Big Jim.

The hookers that work the

bar weekends, your call.

I notify Central Nightwatch

or I don't.

You can't keep doing this, Dave.

A fifth of scotch, a room

and a wake-up call.

I could lose my job.

At least you'll be on the outside.

Your bun boy honked a Vice cop

at the Pink Parrot last night.

He's got a parole hold, so no bail.

Lorazapam and Phenobarb,

and it all goes away.

We've taken a look at

your team's report.

It's a pretty extensive package.

Not germane to the issue, sir.

I'd like the event to

be judged ad hoc.

Empirical knowledge often

distorts the content

of the act under scrutiny, sir.

You're not making this easy.

And you're not making friends here.

I have all the friends I need at

this stage in my life, sir.

Describe the events that

led up to your use

of deadly force, Officer Brown.

You're alive. And an

individual named...

Jose Lancha Macias is dead.

Now how did that occur?

At approximately 2350

hours, I was parked

near the southeast corner of Ewing

Street and Echo Park Avenue.

A man approached my patrol

car and stated

that he thought he had seen suspicious

men in the adjacent alley.

The alley in question was just

to the west of my location.

At this time, I observed an

unknown suspect with a gun

chasing another man who

appeared to be unarmed.

I identified myself verbally and began

chasing the man with the gun.

Get on past me.

Who tipped you to the game?

You know I can't give

you that, Dave.

You got a tip. I improvised.

There's a man dead.

How do you feel about that?

The streets smell cleaner already.

L.A.P.D. Is back in town, and

it's called Dave Brown.

Where's your gratitude?

Glad I could help.

I need to know.

Forget it, I can't. I don't play

games, I don't name names.

Shh yourself, goddammit!

That's the way I handle

it. You understand?

Yeah. It's a good motto.

What are the odds they go and I go

the same night to take

that game down?

What are the odds?

You handled it, Dave. Hurray.

I could have got killed myself.

You didn't.

I don't know how much more

of this sh*t I can take.

Jesus Christ!

Where were you? I left

you six messages.

I'm not your f***ing girlfriend.

My battery died.

I nearly got killed the other night

while you were out looking

for a bone to chew on.

Where the hell were you?

F*** you.

You're insane, Dave. You're insane.

Well, guess what, Linda? It

takes one to know one.

I want the truth.

You came after me that night.

Of course I f***ing did. You're

the man of my dreams, right?

Who the hell are you working for?

You watch too much television.

I told you I'm on your side!

I'm not working for

anyone or anybody.

- You're paranoid.

- You're breaking my heart.

Yeah? You broke into

my f***ing house.

I located your security flaw.

- F*** you.

- Your pool gate was open.

Should I leave?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm a mess.

Will you sleep with me?

Just tonight?

No. You drink too much.

Really?

You're great in the sack, Linda,

but you lie to be liked.

Is that right?

That's right.

Yeah, well, guess what?

It takes one to know one.

You're a b*tch. You know that?

Yeah.

General?

General!

Get over here, now!

How are you doing?

Doing okay. How're you?

I'm good.

How are you?

- Didn't we just go through this?

- Yeah.

Hey... look at me.

Look me right in the eye.

Did you see anything

unusual lately?

No.

Anything around the Crystal Market?

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