True Colors Page #8

Here he comes.

A damn good job.

- Ready?

- He's in his suite.

Let him call his lawyer,

then bring him down the back way.

- Good work.

- Get enough?

- Plenty.

- Good. That's good.

- You OK?

- Fine. Wish he'd lost.

Spare him humiliation

on the front page.

Win or lose, he's front page. If not you,

it would've been somebody else.

But it is me.

He was my best friend

and I used that to f*** him.

Just like he did to you. You're even.

You signed on to Justice all full of fire

to set things right. And you're good.

But until tonight, it never cost you.

You don't own it until it costs you.

They're bringing him down.

If I lost,

I'd bring you a case of champagne.

Well, I got elected, but doesn't look

like I'm going to get sworn in.

So, there's the champagne. Bet settled.

I'm sorry it ended up like this.

- I second that.

- What are you going to do?

They offered me immunity

if I testify against Palmeri.

Nobody said anything

about immunity from Palmeri.

Or I can take my chances. I heard

you took yourself off the case. Thanks.

- No deal and I'll have to testify.

- I know.

- I've got to get going.

- Yeah.

But save a bottle of that champagne.

We'll make it an ongoing bet.

You know the old saying

in Washington.

Only two things can

truly wreck a man's political career:

Getting caught with a live boy

or a dead girl.

- Good luck, Pete.

- See you around campus, man.

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