Unlawful Entry Page #5

- It's fine. Just a false alarm.

False alarm, my ass!

I'm embarrassed about this, too.

Get the f*** out of my house!

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Carr.

That son of a b*tch is crazy.

- Hello?

- Yeah, Roger.

It's Michael. I know it's late.

How do I get a psycho cop off my back?

You're the Michael Carr...

..that I okayed to do

a ride-along with Officer Davis?

Yes, sir. That's right.

The same Michael Carr whose wife called

to commend Officer Davis?

The same two people that are now being

terrorized by this out-of-control sicko.

Out-of-control sicko?

Are you sure

there's nothing personal in this?

There's no question that it's personal.

He busts into my bedroom

when I was having sex with my wife.

Yes, well...

Officer Cole's report says

they were responding to an alarm.

That was verified

by your security company.

Sure. How about the boot

he had put on my car? My credit cards?

What about them?

Do you have proof he did those things?

You're accusing

a highly-decorated officer.

I don't care how many medals he has.

- I want this taken care of.

- Or else what, Mr. Carr?

You're not giving me anything.

No evidence.

You don't have any witnesses.

You don't even have a home video.

These days, everybody's

got a goddamn home video.

Fine. You're just going to bury this thing.

Mr. Carr! This is a professional organization.

We're going to do

a professional investigation, OK?

Matt, bring me the complaint forms, will you?

If there's any truth to your allegations,

we'll take care of it, all right?

Thank you.

The department doesn't want an unstable

officer on the street any more than you do.

- Fill this out. Have you got a pen?

- No, sir.

Thank you.

- Roger, how are you doing?

- He's not coming.

Your friend, Officer Davis, called Lurie

and asked him lots of questions.

How well does he know you?

Has he done business with you before?

Lurie's pulling his people out.

He thinks you're under investigation.

This f***er is ruining me.

We can maybe smooth it over,

if we deal with your friend.

I already filed a complaint, Roger.

You told me to do it.

You know what this is?

Some kind of cop scam.

This putz is just supplementing

his lousy income.

Pay him off.

Roger, as my lawyer,

you're advising me to bribe a police officer?

No. I'm advising you to donate to

the son of a b*tch's favorite charity.

Thanks for meeting me, Pete.

It gives us

a chance to talk a little bit.

You know, I don't remember

how this all began

or what I did.

But... whatever, I...

I'm sorry.

You know, I...

I'm not looking

to get you into trouble, Pete.

I certainly don't need any myself.

What do you say?

Water under the bridge?

Hell, we can part friends.

Of course, I'll withdraw the complaint.

OK. Here it is.

- What's this?

- $5,000.

You walk away

and don't mess with my investors.

A bribe, Mikey?

Call it whatever you want, Pete.

- I need this deal.

- Sssh.

Do you hear that?

I used to work these hills.

I knew this lady.

She was out walking her little poodle.

A coyote comes charging out,

snatches up the poodle and takes off.

All we ever found of that little doggy

was its diamond-studded leash.

When Karen first met you,

she thought you were different...

- than her gambling father.

- What?

It's interesting

how people follow patterns.

She doesn't feel safe with you either, Michael.

Karen needs to feel protected

when those coyotes come charging out.

Listen. You stay the f*** away from her...

Ugh!

Assaulting a police officer?

A nice, civilized man like you, Michael?

What are you going to do? Arrest me?

Arrest you?

I could kill you.

What's wrong?

What's going on, Karen?

What the hell are you talking about?

You and Pete. What's going on?

What are you accusing me of?

We had a cup of coffee!

It must have been

a hot cup of coffee!

He gave a talk to the kids.

If you think there was anything else,

you're crazy.

I am? He just put a gun to my head.

What?

He just put a f***ing gun to my head.

He wants you.

He thinks you want him.

I swear he didn't get

any of those ideas from me.

He didn't pull them out of the air, Karen.

So, what is it? You get off on leading him on?

Talking to him about us?

About our marriage? Jesus!

I told you he's dangerous.

What's it gonna take?

Me in a body bag?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Officer Cole.

Your partner.

I went to him,

tried to work things out.

Didn't you know enough

to stay away from him?

He's playing you.

Every time you react, it gets worse.

Cops on one side,

everybody else on the other?

Yeah. That's it.

He threatened to kill me last night.

How should I react to that?

If anybody knows this guy is coming apart,

it's got to be you.

Come on, man. The guy's after my wife.

I don't know where else to go.

Come on in.

He doesn't understand.

I'm better for her than he is.

He doesn't love her.

He can't take care of her the way that I can.

She needs it.

What the hell are you going on about?

She's never gonna be yours.

You listen to me. Nothing...

Nothing is ever going to happen

between you and her.

She is some fantasy in your head.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

- I don't, huh?

- You don't.

You tell me what you were doing

with him the other night.

Tell me you didn't

stick a gun in his face.

I was just playing with him.

I'm not playing with you!

You've got to back off this madness.

You've got to put in

for stress leave and see a doctor

and get your head straight.

Or?

Or I will go upstairs

and tell them exactly what is

going on with you. Understand?

You'd do that?

You're goddamn right.

And if you don't do it

in the next 24 hours,

that is exactly what I will do.

Now,

you go have coffee with a shrink.

And it will be all right.

You'll see.

Would you look at that?

Hell with it, man. Leave it.

Leon! Freeze!

Sh*t!

Leon!

Leon!

Open the door!

Put the box down!

- It's finished.

- Put it down!

What the hell are you making us

chase you for? Huh?

Get over there.

You know the routine.

Spread 'em!

You could be busting real crime.

Yeah, I've got a benny bust.

What have we got here?

I'm providing a service

for those cabbies

who fall asleep behind the wheel.

Hey! That's enough.

I need something more than this.

Come on, Leon!

Look what we got here.

You really are Mr. Clean!

Keep this.

You might need it later on!

Don't you believe in safe sex?

He's got a gun!

He's gonna shoot me!

Sh*t...

What are you doing?

- What? Come on!

- Take the gun.

No, I don't want the gun.

I don't want the gun!

- Take the gun.

- I don't want it!

Take the gun. Go.

You killed my partner, Leon.

You're not going upstairs

to talk to anyone.

I went around the back.

Roy...

..followed the suspect in, I guess.

Then I heard shots.

That scumbag shot Roy.

And I guess Roy...

..nailed him before he died.

Wiseman, Acken and Shyer.

This is Michael Carr.

I need to talk with Roger.

He's out of his office.

Can I take a message?

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