Beyond the Law Page #2

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When you were six years old,

you somehow got his gun...

and shot him through the heart six times.

Six times.

Hmm.

A court-appointed psychiatrist testified you

have no memory of how it happened.

"Severe emotional trauma,"

he called it.

You know what you did.

You just can't remember doing it.

How did you find out ?

I can't tell you that,

but it was no easy task.

The judge sealed your records

when you were adopted.

I'm curious about one thing.

Why become a policeman ?

That's a strange thing to do

under the circumstances,

don't you think ?

Then again, maybe not.

What I think... is you better get

the hell out of here.

- Let me finish.

- You gonna leave or do I throw you out ?

I can find my own way out.

Will you think about it ?

I don't want your goddamn job.

Maybe not. But I think you need it.

Something tells me you have some

unfinished business with a blue uniform.

Get the f*** outta here !

[ Price ] I knew you'd change your mind.

[ Saxon ] Well, you ever mention my past

again, I'll f***in' kill you.

- Done.

- Where do we start ?

Here's $20,000. Sign the receipt.

When you make a buy, I'll give you more.

Also, instructions on tagging evidence,

drop point procedures...

And some numbers

where I can be reached.

Memorize and destroy them.

When you wanna see me, we meet here.

And nobody knows

you're undercover but me.

- I mean NOBODY.

- I'm gonna have to move.

I'll rent you a place in Phoenix. Grow

a mustache and change your appearance.

You're an ex-cop. If anybody recognizes you,

they'll kill you on spec.

- Would you miss me, Price ?

- You can forget the jokes. I have no sense of humor.

I never have.

I tried several times to develop one.

Even took a workshop. But it didn't work.

- Put quite simply, nothing is funny to me.

- That's funny.

Here's a list of all the bars and

known hangouts for the drug trade.

I want you to make yourself seen,

spend some money.

Do whatever's necessary to get people

to trust you, short of committing a felony.

Do that and the whole operation

goes out the window.

- Now before we go on, there's something

I have to tell you... - What ?

My predecessor sent two undercover

officers into Gila county last year.

Both disappeared without a trace.

Like they were swallowed up

by some black hole.

It's important you know

what you're up against.

[ "Hell's Kitchen" by Asphalt Ballet ]

[ laughing ]

[ laughing ]

Name's Virgil.

Gonna get sh*t-faced if you

keep drinkin' that fast, man.

I hope so.

You know, I couldn't help but notice

how much money you're draggin' around.

I need it to buy dope.

Oh. You know, I figured you

for a dealer right off.

Listen--

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