05x14 - Sudden Death

[bunniefuu]

( Rock music playing,
crowd cheering )

( Catcalls, wolf whistles )

( Wolf whistles )

Come on, baby,
let me feel you.

No, I need some water.

I got to cool off.

No, keep it
nice and hot.

How much
you had to drink?

What's it matter?

One's too many,
a hundred's not enough.

But I got
something better.

I can't be in the same
area code with that stuff

you know that!

Aw, who's going to tell?

God!

Get a grip, Ronnie.

How about
I just get gone?

Ronnie, wait,
I'm sorry.

( Panting )

What's going on?

hey, I told you,
I'm not into this.

( Indistinct police
radio transmission )

Beautiful, isn't she?

Yeah, for a dead person.

looks like someone
was playing a little rough.

Fingernail marks.

Holly:
Yeah, and
fresh footprints

probably a size .

Big nails, big feet...

Which may or may not belong

to the
same person.

Lividity's not right, Michael.

See the blood?

It's settled
on her back.

Someone brought her here
after she was k*lled.

No I.D., no clothes, no nothing.

Except for this.

This double "R" on the back--

that's the trademark
for Reynolds and rand jewelers.

It's one of the finest
in palm beach.

She had sex
before she d*ed.

r*pe kit came
back positive.

Any skin under her nails?

Clean.

Making the sex consensual.

Probably.
With a rough edge to it.

Doesn't anybody have
tender lovin' sex anymore?

I do, detective.

Anything else?

There's pubic hair other
than the victim's.

But the grand prize
goes to the fluoroscope.

It's one of those stamps

from a club.

yes, I remember
this little thing.

A special order

for a place over
in west palm.

What kind of place?

A bar

where clothes are considered

an inconvenience.

It's called

the half moon club, I think.

"Half moon." Thank you.

You've been a big help.

Excuse me.

Could you lend me
your ears?

Well, I'm sort
of attached to them.

It will just
take a second.

And I won't take them
out of the store.

I'm trying
to choose a gift.

Your ears
would help a lot.

Is this a regular line
or did you just make it up?

First time.

Scout's honor.

And it's not a line.

Well, how could I say no
to a boy scout?

I'm all ears.

I like the rubies.

What do you think?

Why don't you
get them both?

Let your wife decide.

My wife?

no, no, these are
for my little sister.

Birthday present.

Now I know why I always
wanted a big brother. Hm.

Well, good luck,
you can't lose either way.

Uh, do you like food?

Compared to what?

Compared to chance meetings
with strange men?

well, they both
have their place.

Well, then maybe, uh,
you'd have dinner with me?

Nothing fancy.

Or very fancy.

Your choice.

Tell you what.

Why don't you
give me a call

and we'll
talk about it.

"Detective Holly Rawlins."

Problem?

No, no problem at all.

I'm Peter Ricci.

Nice to meet you.

Well, look,
I'd love to stand here

and talk about rubies
and diamonds all day,

but I've got
to get back to work.

Unless you...
Still need my ears.

No, no, you can
have them back.

For now.

( Chuckles )

( Doorbell jangles )

( Loud rock music playing,
crowd cheering )

( Catcalls, wolf whistles )

holly:
I don't even want to know
what's on the menu here.

Excuse me.

Got a second?

Depends.
Who's asking?

Do you know her?

Yeah, Cyndi,
she works here.

Past tense.

Found her body
on the beach

this morning.

What happened?

She'd been
strangled.

When's the last time
you saw her?

Um... just last night.

She was here with
some football player

from the
Arizona Apaches.

They party here
during training camp.

Know his name?

( Sighs )

Football players.

Um, they all look alike.

He was real cute,
I guess,

if you're
into muscles.

Wow, I can't believe
Cyndi is dead.

Did you notice if Cyndi
left with this guy?

Um, I don't know,

but you can bet
she left with somebody.

She didn't like
to be alone.

Especially
late at night.

Was she hanging out
with anybody else?

Mmm, lately it was
all Apache players.

She was looking to get
a gig as a cheerleader.

That's all Cyndi
ever talked about.

She thought it was
her ticket out of here.

Maybe it was.

Thanks.

Women ( Chanting ):
... Seven, eight.

One, two, three,

and four.

( Music
with heavy b*at playing )

Woman:
Gail?

Cut the two in the back.

The one in green does
a double back flip.

Then let her
join the circus.

The fans want hard bodies
and wet dreams

not acrobats.

The girls still need
to perform routines.

Anybody can learn
to do the splits, Gail.

This is about T&A.

Okay, girls, that's enough.

( Whistle blows )

Martin's not bad.

Except he needs a road map
to find the end zone.

Check it out, here comes
the sophomore slinger now.

Heads up, grandpa.

That's very funny.

You pick up that sharp wit
down on the farm, did you?

No.

But I picked this up
on the farm.

( Grunts )

Woman:
Hey, knock it off!

This is how

we get to
the playoffs?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

But I won't put up with him

riding me no more.

All right, everybody,

back to work.
( Whistle blows )

You, too, Trent.

( Cellular phone ringing )

Detective Rawlins.

Hey, Julie,
what's up?

Uh-huh.

Okay, thanks.

Cyndi Parker's blood

came back positive
for cocaine.

How positive?

Julie said her blood

was almost pink
from the stuff.

Hey, Trent Armstrong!

Who is that?

One of the all-time
great arms in the game.

Mr. Fourth quarter?

Uh-oh, male pattern
sports trance.

Hey, Trent.

How you doing?

Do I know you?

No, but I feel like

I have known you
for years.

Ah, I get it.

Look, we don't allow
the fans in here,

so if you want
an autograph...

I'm not just
a fan today.

You got a second?

For the men and...
Women in blue

I got all day.

I didn't know they
made cops so pretty.

Do you recognize her?

Boy, I don't think so.

But you never know.

I do get around a lot

if you know
what I mean--
price of fame.

Well, this girl
was m*rder*d.

I think that goes way
beyond the price of fame.

Have another look.

Nope, sorry.

You got nice
fingernails

for a pro
quarterback.

That's kind of
a strange thing

for a guy to notice.

Yeah, well, it's
not a guy thing.

It's a cop thing.

Yeah.

It's not an easy face to forget.

A lot of girls
pass through here.

Many of them beautiful
but not terribly memorable.

Gail:
Cyndi Parker.

There's nothing here.

You sure?

I'm positive.

She's never been here.

That must be nice.

Me, I am hardly ever
positive about things.

I mean, sometimes
I may feel strongly

and...

I might even be
pretty sure.

But positive?

I have a conference
call coming in.

Was there something else?

Not for now.

But if something comes
up we'll be back.

And that you can
be positive about.

Gail, make sure
that the press

doesn't get
hold of this.

That's the last
thing we need.

Cyndi Parker is dying to
be an Apache cheerleader

but she doesn't try
out for the squad?

Maybe she had
stage fright.

She was
a topless dancer!

What's going on
over here?

Could I see her hand
under the light, please?

Sure.

Holly:
A rose.

Just like the victim's.

I kind of like it.

It's artful,
it's poetic.

And incriminating
as hell.

( Whistle blows )

Terri:
I don't care about

any little salary cap, George.

I'll get around it

the way I do everything.

By playing the dumb female.

Hang up the phone,
Mrs. Roman,

we have to talk.

Terri:
I'll have to call you
right back.

( Hangs up phone )

What is it now?

Cyndi Parker tried out
for cheerleader.

She had a rose
stamped on her hand.

Why isn't she in our files?

Cut the crap, lady.
Look, you're welcome

to a printout of all the girls.

What about
the backup files?

How about
the hard drive?

Can we look
at that?

look...
This franchise is worth

over $ million.

I'm not about to open up
the details of it

to you or to anyone else.

You want to
play it like that?

We'll be back
with a warrant.

I obey the laws
of this and every other state ?

In which I do business.

But if you push me,
detective,

my lawyers will push back--

hard.

This game
is just starting.

holly:
well, I can say
one thing for you--

you sure have a soft
touch with women.

I just get
a little... itchy

around these rich,
stuck-up prima Donnas.

Oh, you're going
to love it in this city.

Excuse me?

I heard that
you were asking

some questions about one
of the girls-- cyndi Parker.

Did you know her?

yeah, we hung out during
the first round of tryouts.

She could blast out a cheer

but her routines
were a little...

Let's just say

the only roll she could do
was in the hay.

Did she say if she knew
someone on the team?

She was pretty friendly
with all the guys.

But I guess there was this one
she knew a little better.

uh, he was
the new quarterback...

Ronnie Martin?

Right. Yeah.

She said that he had some...
great moves.

The kind that keep
you up all night.

All right,
thanks a lot.

Yeah, thank you.

Ronnie Martin--
he was born in New Orleans.

Got mixed up in dr*gs.

Took a dive in high school
for dealing coke.

He do time?

Nah, drew a
suspended sentence.

it almost cost him
his scholarship to I.S.U.

well, he's been clean
since that original bust.

Maybe he got his act together.

Maybe he just figured out
a way to hide it--

cyndi had tons of blow
in her system.

Check this out: He minored
in computer sciences.

Which might explain how cyndi
dropped out of their files.

Here... roses.

Just for you.

Oh! Thank you, cap!

Lipschitz:
It's not what you
think, detective.

Hey, I wasn't thinking anything.

Good,
keep it that way.

So who are they from?

You know,
when a lady gets roses,

it's considered impolite

to ask
who sent them.

Unless her boss asks.

Who sent them?

Just a guy.

Michael:
Oh, I thought

I was the only guy in your life.

Maybe you were,
till now.

So, so? Come on.

Where'd you meet this guy?

I met him
in a jewelry store.

He liked my ears.

Never mind.
I don't want to know.

You know, I was never much
of an ear man myself.

( Whistle blows )

Hey, Ronnie,
how you doing?

Hi.

You got a second?

( Sighs softly )

Hmm. What's up?

Oh, come on.

Just 'cause I'm a cop

you turn into an iceberg.

Relax, Ron.

You walk away,
I'll relax.

( Chuckles softly )

And I was just
going to give you

the benefit of the doubt.

Okay, have it your way.

Where were you last night?

Last night I did,
a little clubbing

and then I went home.

With...?

No one.

Did a quarterback sneak--

just me and the sandman.

You know a pretty little
cheerleader type

named cyndi Parker?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Look, "maybe" don't cut it
with me, all right?

Now, if you keep
saying maybe

I'm going to get moody.

Okay...

I know her.

So?

So, she's dead.

And you are quickly
becoming my prime suspect.

Dead?

When?

Last night.

Want to help me out here?

I dated her...

Nothing serious--
a training camp thing, man.

I was with her last night
at the half moon.

But I split around : ,

and that's the last
time I saw her.

You were busted for
dealing coke, weren't you?

A long time ago.

See, well, she was flying
when her lights went out.

I didn't give her
the ticket, man.

Well, I got a couple
of witnesses say

they saw you leave
the club with her.

Maybe they're lying.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Now I'm getting moody.

Why don't we
do this downtown?

And maybe
you'll get it right.

( Grunts )

Think twice, Ronnie.

Why would you add
resisting arrest

to all your problems, huh?

I didn't do anything, man!

Well, you have a weird way
of showing it.

What do we got here,
Ronnie?

You have the right
to remain silent. S, huh?

Anything you say can and will be

used against you...
come on. Let's go.

Wait a second,
wait a second!

Hear the lady out.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Take it
easy!

If you cannot afford
an attorney, one will
be provided for you...

( Quiet conversations )

( Piano playing softly )

Hi. I'm looking T
for Peter Ricci.

Hi. Good to see you.

Enjoying your meal?

Ricci:
Good, good to talk.

Good to see you again.

How are you?

Hi. How are you?

Good.

Hello. Enjoying yourself?

Good. Good to me will
see you again.

Enjoy yourself.

Hi.

I'm sorry if I'm late.

Actually, you're early.

your note says
you'd be a minute.

I just sat down seconds ago.

well, early, late--
at least you're here.

I hope you like champagne.

oh, champagne,
diamond earrings, caviar--

it's all fine with me.

Cav... you want some caviar?

Tony.

Come here.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I was just kidding,
I was just kidding.

Champagne is fine,
really.

If you want some caviar,
I'll get it.

Oh, no, I'm, uh...

More of a breadstick
kind of gal.

Breadsticks?

The, uh...

the lady would like
some breadsticks, Tony.

( Chuckles )

You act like you own the place.

I do.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

Well, um...

Maybe I'll have that caviar
after all.

( Conversation not audible )

I'd like to propose a toast.

To us.

You have a Ph.D.
in charm.

Hmm.

( Giggles )

First date.

Let's make a wish.

What'd you wish for?

This.

And you?

Same thing.

( Gail moans softly )

I can't believe
Ronnie would k*ll somebody.

He's a violent guy.

Look what he does
for a living.

Same thing you do.

( Laughs softly )

Just imagine what Terri
must be going through--

bad publicity,
low morale...

Lack of focus.

Lost revenue.

That's not fair.

Unnecessary rudeness,
-yard penalty.

Come on, Gail.

Let's forget about
Ronnie's troubles for a while.

Did you have anything
to do with this?

Me? Get real.

You wouldn't lie to me,
Trent, would you?

You're my best friend.

You've lied to me
before.

Slight technicality.

Just look me in the eye

and tell me you know
nothing about this.

I know this much:

I didn't k*ll her.

Ronnie:
She was alive when I left her.

You got to believe me.

Where is
that written, Ron?

Look, I'm trying
to cooperate here.

Hey, don't do us any favors.

you're the one
who came down here

wanting to talk
without an attorney,

and so far, you haven't
done yourself any good.

I told you I blew her off

so I could get some sleep.

Bottom line, Ronnie:

we got a match
on your pubic hairs.

what, now there's a law
against consenting adults?

We got it on before I went home.

So what?

I am so b*rned out
on your attitude.

Look--

witnesses saw you at the club
arguing with cyndi

the night she was k*lled,

and between you and me,
your alibi isn't one.

Not to mention that there's a
full load of coke in the body

and you had an eight-ball
in your pocket.

Well, that ought to clue you
to a set-up right there.

The league does
random tests,
and I volunteered--

volunteered!-- to pee in a cup
for you people.

Now you got to know I'm clean.

Why did you run?

you may as well have had
ten grand and a passport.

look, lady,
I've been busted before.

You know that.

I worked my whole life
to get where I am today.

Why would I blow it

over some
damn cheerleader?

Because you're an arrogant,
self-centered prima Donna

who thinks
the whole world

dances when you whistle.

And you know how to whistle,
don't you?

Hey, uh... why don't you
take five, partner?

She's out for blood, man--
my blood.

Yeah, well, m*rder has a way
of pissing her off.

tell me it's not obvious
somebody's setting me up.

let's pretend
that I believe you.

Now, in fact,

let's say
I wanted to help.

Now, where do I start, Ron?

who profits most
by you going down?

Armstrong.

No, think
about it, man,
think about it.

With me out, he's back on top.

He's been gunning for me
from day one.

Nice try.

You almost had me going.

I hate playing bad cop.

Oh, but you're
so good at it.

He didn't do it.

How did I know you were
going to tell that.

'Cause you know it, too.

Yeah. Fingernail marks
on the body--

this guy doesn't even
have fingernails.

Size footprint
in the sand.

He's like, what?
Maybe - / .

Yeah, good eye.

Plush which,
his urine is so clean

it's practically distilled.

So what do we do?

I think we cut him loose.

This is so
romantic, Peter.

You're what
makes it that way.

To the night.

Are you sure
you aren't married?

Positive.

Why?

well, because
you're just...

You're so perfect.

Charming manners,

the tall, dark
and handsome thing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
How does that add up to married?

I don't know.

I'm just waiting for
the other shoe to drop.

You know, you're married
or you're a fugitive,

or... I don't know.

You worry too much.
You worry too much.

I know.

Occupational hazard.

Cops have the habit

of always looking
at the dark side.

Well, maybe
we can change that.

Holly, you asked me before
if I was married.

Oh, no, here it comes.

No, no, I'm not.

But I'd like to be,
some day.

Wait a minute.

I'm new at this.

Is this a proposal?

If it were,
what would you say?

Well, I'd say
that you were crazy

and that this was
going way too fast,

and I'd have to think
about it, a lot,

and then I'd probably

kick myself
all the way home.

Well, we can't have
that now, can we?

Especially when
the night is so young.

Mmm.

I have had the best time
I can ever remember having.

I wish we
could stop time,

make tonight the only memory
we'd ever have.

Why?

There's so many memories
just waiting for us.

Do you know that I've always
had a fantasy

about making it
with the starting quarterback?

Sometimes fantasies
do come true.

Hmm.

you know, Trent,
if I make the final cut,

we can do this all the time.

Well, don't worry
about it, baby.

I worked it all out for you.

What do you mean?

Terri's already given you
the green light.

Surprise.

You're on the team.

Mmm, yes!

I just love surprises.

Uh, crystal, there's just
one more test you have to pass.

Okay, what would that be?

I'm glad
you love surprises.

Welcome to
the Apaches, my pet.

( Whistle blows )

Just couldn't stay away, huh?

Part of the job,
Mr. Armstrong.

Oh, hey, "Trent" is just fine.

Only one class of humans

call me "mister."

Michael:
Wide receivers,
right?

You are a student of the game.

Hey, could we stop
the athlete's anonymous
meeting, guys?

She always this much fun?

No, only when she's
around suspects.

You want to run that
by me again?

yeah. Ronnie Martin
says you set him up.

And you believed him?

First that little bastard
tries to steal my job,

then he buries his bodies
in my backyard.

Give it a rest, you guys.

I got to get back to work.

If you ever want
to get back to work

you better talk
to us right now.

You can't be serious.

well, let's just assume
for a minute that we are.

All right?

Where were you the night
cyndi Parker got k*lled?

I was with Gail.

We went to dinner, the movies,

back to her place
for a little fun

and then I went home.

What movie
did you see?

One of those woman things.

Gail just had to see it.

I nodded out.

Trent, what size shoe
do you wear?

About a ?

Yeah, what's it to you?

Well, you left your footprint
on the beach, pal.

Look, you already
have your k*ller--

Ronnie Martin.

Now do your job

and let me do mine.

I'll... tell him to stop
sending them here, cap.

Good.

Because this is
a working police precinct,

not a flower shop.

Sorry.

This guy own
a flower shop, or what?

No, no.

In fact,
I should call him.

Look at this.

Some real fat cat
bad boys in town.

Really? Who?

Dominic ricci.

O.C. Capo out of New York.

I think the other shoe
just dropped.

What's the big deal?

I'm dating his son.

Antonio, I want to do something
about this New York steak.

I don't like this with a soup.

serve it with
maybe a mashed potato or...

Can we talk?

just give me
one second, okay?

No, now.

I'll be with you
in a second.

What's up?

This.

This is my father, not me.

Yeah, right. Now I see
how you got all of this.

That's not how
I got all this.

I told you,
I work hard, very hard.

Not one single cent of what
I have came from my father.

Yeah, I wish I could
believe that.

Believe it.

My father and I don't see
eye to eye on anything.

His business
is the reason why.

I've only lied to you once

since I met you-- once.

And what was that?

At the jewelry store.

I'd already made up my
mind about the earrings.

I really just wanted
to meet you.

I got to go.

Holly, wait.

What are you doing?

Just talk to me here,
what's the matter?

Look, will you...
Will you settle down?

Gail:
the movie was
a Princess among women.

Trent slept through it,
we came back here for a while

and then he left
a little after midnight.

Was that improvised
or rehearsed, Gail?

You know, you don't scare me.

And you know why?

because I know
I'm telling the truth.

Yeah.

Maybe.

But is it the whole
truth, Gail?

Is it?

You know, Gail,

you're in way
over your head here.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Those are beautiful
fingernails.

That's, um...

What do you call that?

A French tip.

They're fakes.

obstructing
a police investigation,

accessory after the fact--

these are felonies, Gail.

They're going to love you
down at women's central.

She means that--
literally.

All right.

damn! Sometimes I wish
I'd never quit smoking.

Trent told me
that he might

know something
about Cyndi's m*rder.

But he wouldn't
say anything else,

and I didn't press him.

I love Trent.

I'm certain... I'm just positive
he's no k*ller.

You don't
know how much

I really want
to believe that.

Come on.

( Sighs )

Michael:
Nice place.

Plants, nice view.

Michael, look.

It's Trent Armstrong.

( Indistinct police
radio transmission )

Lungs are full of water

so I'm betting drowning
is the cause of death,

but, you know,
he's got a subdermal hematoma

the size of a small town.

Somebody hit him over the head
and then held him under.

This wasn't a slip-and-fall
kind of guy.

You see him in that playoff game
a couple years ago?

-yard b*mb
with seconds on the clock.

I never would
have pegged you
as a football fan.

I was a team trainer
in college.

I think I'm in love.

Hey, Michael,
over here.

We should get together
and talk football.

To hell with football.

Check it out.

Amateur home video.

There's a big market
for those these days.

I'd guess Trent was aiming
for a small market.

Yeah, like the
k*ller, maybe.

Good place to start.

Okay, so who would
have a lot to lose

by being caught
with their pants down?

Or their dress up.

Or more
to the point

what would Trent
stand to gain

by catching them?

Hmm. Hello.

Well, there's a new wrinkle.

Hey, what have we here?

Uh, I need
some tweezers, please.

Thank you.

Gail warden.

Now watch some
defense lawyer

say we planted that.

( Knocking at door )

Michael:
Mrs. Warden, palm beach police.

Holly:
Open up, Gail!

The lights are on
and the tv's on.

I say we're going in.

Without a warrant?

Yeah, door's open.

No, it isn't.

Sure it is.

See?

Gail?

Nobody home.

VCR's on, too.

Shall we take a look?

What, are you
kidding me?

( Moaning )

Hey, what's going on?

I told you,
I'm not into this.

( Cyndi gasping )

Trent:
Terri!

That's right.

I'm starting Ronnie Moore
against New York.

Trent's been slipping
a little lately.

in fact, we're talking
about a trade to the CFL.

I've got to go.

Right. Talk soon.

You... look wonderful
in that uniform.

Thanks.

Ah, look.

I just stopped by
to tell you

how grateful
I am for this chance.

And I'm not going
to let you down, Mrs. Roman.

Now, it's Terri
when we're alone.

Look, Mrs. Roman,
I'm sorry.

You know, I really, really
want to make you happy.

You could
make me very happy.

No, look, what I'm trying to say
is that I've thought about it,

and if this
is part of the job,

then I just can't do it.

You think I hired you

for your
cheerleading skills?

Sorry, crystal,

your pom-poms aren't
that impressive.

Now get out,
and don't come back.

No. No, you cannot
do that to me.

No, I am going
to get a lawyer,

and I am going
to sue you blind.

Oh, I'm terrified.

Well, you take
your best sh*t, honey.

'Cause my legal staff
could use a little snack.

Ronnie.

What do you want?

I was coming
to see you.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Meeting's over.

What can I do for you?

Terri, Trent's dead.

What? What are you saying?

I just heard it on the news.

They found him in his apartment.

How? What happened?

Like you
don't know.

You bitch!

You turned Trent
into a pimp.

Get a grip, Gail.

He procured my cheerleaders
for you, didn't he?

Then he was blackmailing
you to keep him on the team

even though Ronnie was
k*lling him out there.

That's a load of crap.

He gave me
a videotape

when the heat started
to come down.

It's all there, Terri.

You k*lled cyndi.

You strangled her.

Ronnie, get security in here.

I think we ought to hear
the lady out.

I've heard enough.

it's too late
for that, Terri.

I went to his place.

Cops everywhere.

The coroner's Van.

You k*lled him.

Gail, don't do this.

( g*nsh*t )

Ronnie:
Gail, wait a second! Wait!

Gail, Gail, please!

Please, you've got to help me,
she's crazy!

She's got a g*n!
Gail!
( g*nsh*t )

Gail, drop it!

She's a murdering bitch!

We know everything, Gail,
we saw the tape.

I don't care.

I am not going to
let some lawyer

walk her
out of this.

It ends right now, right here.

Michael:
No, no.

Look, she's going
down, all right?

Now, don't make
the biggest mistake
of your life.

you k*lled
the only man I ever loved.

Please, you've got it all wrong.

You don't understand.

I understand completely.

Gail...

Please, don't do this.

The team loves you.

We don't want
to lose you.

Put the g*n down.

holly:
If you pull the trigger, Gail,
I'll have to sh**t you,

and you don't want to die
for that piece of garbage.

( Gasping )

( Sobbing )

I knew you couldn't do it.

( g*nsh*t )

( Crying )

It's all right.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say

can and will be
used against you
in a court of law...

Hello.

Hi.

Thanks for coming.

You want to walk?

All right.

Why are you so mad at me?

Because you didn't
tell me the truth.

What am I supposed
to say?

"Hi, I'm Peter,
my father's a gangster."

I told you, that's
his life, not mine.

That may be true, but it
doesn't change anything, Peter.

Why not?

Because I'm
a police officer.

We live on different sides
of the fence.

On everything
that is sacred,

I swear to you

I have nothing to do
with my father's business.

Peter...

Don't throw this away.

It doesn't happen
that often.

I can't do it.

I can't, I'm sorry.

You don't believe me.

All right.

All right,
I can accept that.

It's not that
I don't believe you, okay?

It's just that
I can't take the chance.

I'm a cop.

And I can't compromise that.

Do you understand?

Would it matter
if I didn't?

Good-bye, Peter.

Good-bye, Holly.