Rampart Page #5

I said no. I didn't see sh*t.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- You positive?

- Not a damn thing.

Fancy.

Go ahead, take two.

What the hell happened

to your head?

Watch that beard.

Don't want to see you

go up in smoke.

Two d*ckhead cops

broke flashlights on me.

Ow!

F***! Don't do that!

Just keeping the streets safe.

I'm not hurting anybody.

If I sell a little, smoke a little,

it's no big deal to nobody.

I'm nobody. I'm nothing.

I'm nobody. Nobody.

They got f***ing n*ggers

slinging golf balls

up and down these streets.

All talk, cavi, cavi, cavi, cavi.

Want to crack my head open.

A**hole cops.

Give me a sip.

Give me a sip.

Here.

Call this lawyer, sue the L.A.P.D.

Linda.

Is she hot? Linda... Fentress?

And blonde all over.

F***, yeah.

Why, your thing still working?

No. Not really.

But a starving man eats

the best p*ssy.

Are we brothers?

You're my brother.

Keep it...

brother.

- Hey, man.

- Can I help you?

Let me get a number six.

A number six.

Okay. It'll be five minutes.

You f***ing with me?

What?

I'm listening. What are you, I. A?

Man, I'm just sitting here

trying to get my shrimp.

Is that what you're gonna

say next time I spot you?

Here we go. Here we go.

Kyle Timkins, D.A. Investigator.

You say both robbers escaped?

That's kind of hard to believe.

Also, there's a big gap between

the time the neighbors

say they heard the shots and

you reported the incident.

Also, it's kind of strange

that you would be in that location

without your radio.

Why isn't the Robbery Unit on this when

both robbers did indeed escape?

- Your recent misconduct...

- Perceived misconduct.

Perceived misconduct brings into

question your mental state

on the night of the incident.

That's why I'm here.

Listen, uh, Jack...

No, I'm Kyle.

Listen, Jack...

you got this assignment because

I'm controversial

and your ancestors were

stolen from Africa.

You got this assignment to

cover the Department on

perceived racial bias

pertaining to Shondell J. Parmallee

and other sh*t-faced scum.

You're mad as hell, and

you want me to know it.

But while you're playing gumshoe,

bear in mind that I

am not a racist.

Fact is, I hate all people equally.

And if it helps, I've slept

with some of your people.

You want to be mad at someone,

try J. Edgar Hoover.

He was a racist.

Or the Founding Fathers,

all slave-owners.

Me, I'm just doing my job.

All that may be true, but we're

not here talking about me.

We're here talking about you. Okay?

Officer Hoover?

I've got another question.

Why are you still with

the Department?

After all the sh*t that's going on,

the scandal, the Mayor, the

D.A., the Chief of Police,

why do they still have you around?

Must be because I'm innocent.

Nice to meet you, Kyle.

You all have seen how every

wannabe gangbanger

walking down the street being

pulled down by their dogs

Hey, Boss! Boss! Get him!

Get him, Boss! Boss, what did

I say? Sit tight. Hey, Boss!

Dave.

Stay up late last night?

Of course.

How you feeling?

Good, good, good.

Just waiting for the pits

to eat a protestor.

You know you're being watched?

What do you mean?

Good boy! There he goes.

There he goes.

I'm glad you found me.

It wasn't hard. I just wanted

to see for myself.

Mom says you're deeper in the sh*t.

Those are my words, not hers.

Well...

people keep telling me that.

Well, maybe it's true, then.

Yeah, I am.

You took a cab, right?

Tell me you didn't take a bus

out here to the goddamn jungle.

It's the Barrio, Dad. It's

not the f***ing jungle.

- And yes, I took a bus.

- I told you, babe,

I don't want you...

Don't call me "babe."

I don't want you straying

east of La Brea...

It's disgusting.

How is... How's school?

It sucks.

It's full of...

"candy-assed future fags

and dykes, like me."

Those are your words, not mine.

I never said that.

How's it going at home?

Margaret's onto you. She's angry.

Guess that's something every Dave

Brown daughter has to go through.

You're a dinosaur, Date-rape.

You're a classic racist,

a bigot, a sexist.

A womanizer, a chauvinist,

a misanthrope,

homophobic clearly, or maybe

you don't like yourself.

How long did it take you

to rehearse that?

Well, say something.

Don't touch me, say something!

Why don't I drive you home?

No, I don't want to go home.

They're having an open house.

I don't want to be there.

I want to be at Jo's.

Joe/Joseph or Jo/Josephine?

I'll just take the bus!

Helen... I'm kidding!

Yeah.

Your phone is tapped.

Don't say a word.

Jesus, the sh*t I have to take

care of because of you.

You're just like your father, Dave.

You think you're smarter

than you are.

Every shooting testimony contains

inconsistencies.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have a job.

No man who ever shoots

and kills another man

is entirely cogent in the moment.

No plan survives contact

with the enemy.

Did you learn that with the

first man you killed?

I learned that serving my country

as a non-electric pop-up target

in an often misunderstood crusade

for liberty and justice

turned puppet show for politicians

Called Vietnam.

Known as the Vietnam war.

Can we not go to Vietnam today?

Let's fast-forward to the present.

Why are you looking

to hang me? Why me?

I know you're setting me up.

Blago's got it in for me.

Answer my question. Of all the

truly rotten cops out there

why are you after the

one guy who gets it?

"The one cop who gets it"?

- Are you in on this?

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

Let me remind you that

several years ago

you killed an alleged serial

date-rapist premeditatively.

Did you know that he had a wife

and three small children?

She had a nervous breakdown

after his death,

and ended up in an insane asylum,

where she spent nine years

until she cut her wrists with

a disposable razor blade.

The kids were raised, by the

way, in foster homes.

Two of them alleged that they

were sexually abused by

their foster fathers.

So please don't come

in here whining.

You've got a lot of nerve.

Up this time. And something

to make it hard.

Watch it, man.

I mean, I feel like...

Dave, what are you doing here?

Listen, my lawyers are burning

through my money

and we're gonna have to

tighten our belts.

We're gonna have a trial

date soon, so...

what are you even doing here, Dave?

I came to talk to you about this.

You don't live here any more.

You can't walk in like

you still live here.

Oh, for God's sakes.

You know what I think?

I think you were a dirty

cop from day one.

Okay.

You were a dirty cop

with a dirty mind

and you dirtied all of

us up by default.

I think you think you can

just ride this out,

thinking you can go back

to your f***ing

- You've got to go.

- Tough guy, law and

order bullshit.

It's over, Dave. It's over.

You know what happened to you?

- Just let him go.

- First the bar. And then

- the women and the booze

- Cathy.

- You're a selfish man, Dave!

- Come on.

It's not worth it. Just let him go.

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