Unlawful Entry Page #3

Say it! Tell him!

Whatever you say, man.

Come here!

Don't f***ing resist me!

Don't you resist me!

Now, walk!

I said walk.

I just gave you the OK.

You don't even have to touch him.

I wasn't going to hurt nobody, man.

Shut up.

Come on!

Come on, Michael. It's OK, listen.

He resisted, he gets hit. Sh*t happens.

Come on, Pete. You got him.

Nice going. Just take him in.

Michael...

He put a knife to Karen's throat.

Are you going to let him

get away with that?

Come on! Hit the motherf***er!

- Pete...

- Hit him!

He's just...

Hey, no. I'm not doing this.

Hey!

Motherf***er!

Pete! Pete! Jesus, that's enough!

Honey?

Michael?

Yeah. It's me.

How did it go?

Boy, what a screwed-up night.

What happened?

It was just... It was weird.

I went with the guys on a few calls.

Got to watch them be cops.

We dropped Roy off

and Pete had a little surprise for me.

The guy who broke in here.

- He caught him?

- He did a little more than that.

- The guy's in jail?

- Hospital's more likely.

He beat the living sh*t out of this guy,

which is what I was supposed to do.

- I don't understand.

- Pete was showing off for me.

He had it all set up, so I could be

the big man and nail the guy.

Michael, I'm just glad it's over.

Yeah.

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah.

What's the matter, huh?

Just...

I think our cop friend

is a little too tightly wound,

that's all.

Do you think you might be

overreacting a little bit?

Not really.

I feel like a big weight's been lifted.

Yeah. I'm glad you feel better.

But I'm serious.

I don't want him here anymore.

You're upset and I understand,

but shouldn't we give him the

benefit of the doubt?

Maybe he got rough,

but you're acting like Pete's

the criminal.

Am I? I was there, Karen. I saw it.

I don't care what you think.

We stay away from this guy.

You don't care what I think?

Fine. I won't bother thinking.

- Knock it off.

- No, you knock it off!

I'm sorry,

but I don't share your sympathy

for the man who broke in here

and put a goddamn knife to my throat.

Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

It's OK.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Please?

Just let me get my robe.

You really should

put a lock on that gate.

I don't think you came here

to discuss my gate.

No.

Did you hear I arrested the burglar?

What happened?

What happened was

the burglar knocked me down

and took off running.

When I caught him, he resisted

and it got ugly.

I don't think Michael

took it too well.

He didn't quite put it that way.

It's not a TV show out there, Mrs. Carr.

The reality gets to people

who've never seen it up close.

You mean the violence.

Look,

when I first started out,

I went on a routine call.

There was a young kid high on drugs.

He was beating on his girlfriend.

She couldn't have been more than 15, 16;

sweet girl, blonde hair, blue eyes.

So I didn't pay her much attention.

I was reading the kid his rights,

when she took out a gun

and she shot me right here

in the chest.

Now I restrain felons first

with whatever it takes.

With whatever it takes.

That's how it was last night.

I don't need another bullet in the chest,

you don't need a dead husband.

I'm very sorry if Michael's upset.

I was just doing my job.

Pete... Pete, wait.

I'm glad you got him.

That guy's not going to forget the night

he made the mistake of breaking in here!

OK. Enjoy your swim.

This is the Chromalight.

It's the backdrop to the dance floor,

which could also spill out

onto this floor.

With this Chromalight,

we can create any environment.

This is a cityscape but we can create

a desert, a mountain... anything.

Why didn't I know Michael

had so many good-looking friends?

Are you kidding?

We don't know any of these people.

They're potential investors

or friends of Michael's lawyer.

That's too bad!

Now, there's one I'd like to meet.

That's the guy I was telling you about.

Your cop? Really?

- Candace said the music is too loud.

- What? Who?

- Candace, my wife.

- I like it like this.

Roger, I got a question

only you can answer.

I got an IRS auditor and a lawyer

on top of the World Trade Center.

They both jump off at the same time.

- Who lands first?

- Who cares!

Hi! How are you doing, Mike?

Pete.

This place is great.

Thanks.

Pete Davis, Los Angeles Police.

Hello, Pete. Jerry Lurie.

- My wife Candace.

- Hi, Pete.

Roger Graham.

Mike's been talking to me

about club security.

Are you working the area tonight?

No,...

I did the precheck of the exterior.

I know it's normal to have your entrance

under the marquee, but it's too open.

It would be better to put the entrance

in the alley and make the people line up.

So if we ever have to get heavy,

only a few people will see it.

Something to think about.

Why don't you get yourself a drink

and I'll be with you in a minute?

Good idea.

I know you have business to discuss.

I'll fill you in later.

Take care. Nice meeting you.

He makes a lot of sense.

You guys really aren't bullshitting.

- I take security very seriously.

- We're really on top of it.

Hi there.

Oh, Penny. This is Pete.

- Pete, Penny.

- Hi. Nice meeting you.

Hi, nice meeting you.

- We teach together.

- Oh! Oh...

The pupils would be so impressed

that I'm talking to you.

They love cops.

They're young. Give them time!

Maybe you'd like

to give them a talk some time?

Umm...

Yeah, sure.

Public relations, love stuff like that.

Speaking of public relations,

do you dance?

Honey! Can you rescue Roger for me?

Hi, Penny.

Come on, Pete. Let's get that drink.

Here's to your club, Mike.

Pete.

I want to get something straight here.

I'd like you to leave.

Michael, what is with you tonight?

Why did you even invite me here?

Telling you and inviting you

are two completely different things.

You seem so uptight. Relax!

Is it because you were up late last night?

How do you know that?

I drove past your house on patrol

and saw your lights were on.

You went to bed after three.

You don't have to protect us now.

You caught him.

One guy's caught

and you think that's it?

You saw how much evil sh*t

there is out there.

What kind of friend would I be

if I didn't try to protect you and Karen?

God damn it, you listen to me,

cause I'm telling you, leave us alone!

You know, I think I understand

where this is coming from.

- Do you?

- Just cut the sh*t, OK?

Nobody expects you to be me,

I'm a cop.

I make my living

tackling guys like Pike.

You don't. You needn't be ashamed.

- You think this is about that?

- Yeah.

I bet you had one hell of a night

last night when you got home.

Juices flowing and everything.

A friend would be thanking me.

I'm not your friend.

I'm nothing to you. You got that?

You're a sick guy.

I don't want you around me or my wife.

- Michael, your guests...

- I'll be there in a second.

Michael needs

to get some things off his chest.

- Roger...

- Honey, please!

- Are you kicking me out?

- Don't keep them waiting.

If I have to.

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