Wetlands Page #6

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to rehab. My captain helped me out.

Then you become a dignified security

guard in this f***ing dump.

Why?

Family matters, nigga.

You know anything about family?

What a shock it must

be for a teenager, poor Amy.

She like p*ssy, too?

Leave my daughter out of this.

Gentlemen, we're working

towards a common goal.

Let's just cut to the chase.

Smart cop, tough guy.

Good-looking n*gger.

Loves a good party.

Loves the ladies.

Get mixed up

with this crazy rich gal.

I don't blame you, brother.

That vagina must taste

like champagne.

And you get the American dream.

Nice house, white picket fence.

But then it all goes to sh*t.

Maybe you hit her.

So wifey's summer

of black love is over.

And she moves to surfer land

with a cute young sweet girl.

So it hits you.

Simple.

Get rid of the femme fatale

and you can have it all back.

Trophy wife

and sweet little Amy.

Boom.

You done?

If your wife was an accessory

to the drug dealing,

your daughter may be placed

in the system.

An admission of guilt now

would make all the difference.

Whatever. I'm outta here.

I'll frame your ass

one way or another, boy.

Mark my words!

Clarence La Grange!

[bottle shatters]

- What are you doing, man?

- What do you think I'm doing?

- What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

[La Grange]

What are you doing? No!

Help!

[screaming]

[starts car]

[Walker]

I pressed so many buttons,

I thought I was playing

pinball with that fella.

And you're positive?

"Positive" is a big word

in our line of business,

but my gut says yes.

How can you be so sure

after just one session?

Because we interrogate

for a living.

All right, well, let's get him

for what happened in Philly

and then we'll take it

from there.

Whoever gave a damn

about Philly, Captain?

A fat black dope is

fished out of the Delaware.

Nobody cares.

We came, we pursued your lead.

Eh, it was a hunch,

not a lead.

[McCulvey] Now it's

time for us to go home.

You're not hearing me, fellas.

If you don't give me a reason

to relieve this man

of his badge and his gun...

Kate!

My God. Huh.

Uh, gentlemen, let's regroup

and deal with this later, huh?

[McCulvey]

Excuse me.

Hmm. Foxy Katherine Buchanan.

[Schmidt] Come in, sit down.

What a surprise.

What, the old crowd's not

good enough for you anymore?

Yeah, I always found you

a raucous, drunken bunch, Will.

- Respectfully.

- Of course.

Oh, by the way,

your coverage of the storm

was terrific.

Though you did look a little

tired there at the end.

I didn't come here to talk

about Suzy, Will.

I came here to ask you

what evidence you have

to pin a murder

on a fellow police officer.

How did I know this was coming?

You tell me.

Babs...

I mean Detective Johnson...

moved here to put

his life back together

and he doesn't deserve this.

We both know that.

Oh, you've come to know Babs...

I mean Detective Johnson...

pretty well,

haven't you, Kate?

How about you start looking

at the big picture?

Go after some bad guys,

some real bad guys?

Show some integrity.

Now you're starting to sound like

that gutless drunk you married.

Kate, you could have done

so much better for yourself.

You could have made it

in New York, you know.

Reporters may come around

and start asking questions.

And it is not going to be dandy.

Trust me on that.

Am I detecting a veiled threat,

Ms. Buchanan?

Will, it is absolutely

not the case.

It's more like...

if you don't back off,

I will plaster your redneck badge

all over the f***ing newscast.

Captain.

You're looking

in the wrong direction.

- [McCulvey] I beg your pardon.

- It wasn't him.

Uh, what makes you

so sure, ma'am?

Because that night

I was f***ing him.

Drive safe, gentlemen.

[phone rings]

- [Babel] Look, just calm down.

- [Savannah] We heard noises, we came downstairs.

That's all.

I told you everything.

- There's nothing else!

- Just calm down.

Just calm down.

Come here, come on.

It's all right.

All right, listen,

do you remember anything?

A voice, a detail, anything.

It was dark.

All right, listen, I want you

to lock up, go upstairs.

- Wait until I tell you what to do.

- What if they come back?

Nobody's coming back.

Lock up.

You leaving?

Where are you going?

We're gonna go to your grandmother's

house in ten minutes.

Pack as fast as you can.

[blues ballad in background]

Your possessions.

What you've worked for

your whole friggin' life

and rightly belongs to you,

you hand it over to the only man

you really trust

so he can watch it,

and what does he do?

He loses it all.

The cash, the dope.

- [door opens]

- The whole f***ing lot.

[horn playing jazz interlude]

- [switch clicks]

- [music stops]

- I believe this belongs to you.

- [Jimmy] Where the f*** is the money?

My family's the only thing

I've got.

I want you to leave them alone.

You talk about family.

I had a family myself once.

Do we have a deal?

- That's a fancy word...

- [gunshot]

[gulls crying]

Savannah! Amy!

[Surfer Girl narrating]

In the wetlands,

years and years go by

and nothing ever changes.

The tides, the storms.

A poet or something once said,

"We are all in the gutter,

but some of us are looking

at the stars."

[knocks on table]

Hey.

[giggles]

Well, all right.

- Come on, let me see!

- All right.

Yeah, that's what I'm

talking about.

Turn around.

Wow!

A. Johnson, Nurse Trainee.

[chuckles]

Look at you. Hmm?

My little girl.

What did your mama say?

Madam was nowhere

to be found this morning.

Hey, it's all right.

Come here.

[Babel]

I'm so proud of my baby.

[Surfer Girl narrating] But there was

this one thing that he didn't let go of.

This one idea that just kept growing

inside him all those years.

[radio playing softly]

[Mike] ...in this sport, and

as we're talking about...

[Ike] But it's gonna

matter to the players

more than it's gonna matter

to us, he's not leading us.

[Mike] No, I know, but he's gotta

lead the players to a certain degree.

The players have to buy in,

and I almost think,

again by pedigree,

because he's done it...

[radio clicks off]

A cop.

Thought you forgot

about your old partner.

Ah, shut up,

you bloated old mick.

It's been busy

at the Legion, is all.

Haven't seen you in so long.

You manage?

[Sheehan]

I take it a day at a time.

It's not like I'm fending off

visitors at the gate.

Kate's gone three years now.

You talk to her?

[Sheehan]

She don't want to.

She gave me the house,

so I really can't complain.

Wants me to die with dignity.

That's what her lawyer said.

And you owe her big.

She got you off the hook in two

seconds flat with those federales.

I miss her.

I am sure you do.

If she wasn't around,

you'd be doing life

for murdering your wifey's dike.

Why did you kill her?

You know, it's...

funny how the mind works.

All along,

the truth was right there,

and I refused to see it.

You identified that girl's body

right away.

Enough.

[Babel]

Why did you do it?

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