Bending the Rules Page #5

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on my way to Gil's.

Okay.

Hi, Nick.

Blades. Goddamn it.

If you're out there impersonating

a police officer, I will pinch you myself.

- You got IA in 48 hours.

- I'm looking forward to it.

In the meantime,

I'm having my teeth cleaned...

...and maybe a trim.

- I've been waiting over an hour.

- I understand you've had a jolt, Mr. Gold.

There's no need to get all charged up.

We're having a busy morning here.

So as soon as we can unplug an officer

from another matter, we'll be with you.

Sergeant Rand, call your supervisor

and tell him to come out here now.

Lieutenant, Mr. Gold currently needs

to see you.

Thank you, sir.

Yes?

I understand that my reputation

precedes me.

I'll live with the abuse, okay?

But I'm here over an hour...

...my car was stolen,

and I just want a little help. That's all.

Despite the fact you've been trying

to put one of my best cops in jail...

...I find this conversation scintillating.

You, in fact,

may describe it as electrifying.

- How you doing?

- Good.

I'm detective Nick Blades,

New Orleans police.

- You're the one on TV.

- That's me.

- Your parents home?

- No.

- They at work?

- No.

- I give up. Where are they?

- Dead.

My grandma says

that if she was on the jury...

...she'd vote to send you to jail.

I guess I'm glad

your grandma's not on the jury.

My grandma says

you should be ashamed of yourself.

I am. Your grandma take care of you?

- Yeah.

- Is she home?

No.

Is that your grandma's car

in the driveway?

- Yeah.

- Then who's Dean Nickerson?

- My brother.

- So he owns the car?

- Yeah.

- Is he home?

- No.

- Where's he?

- Jail.

Does he get out soon?

My grandma said it depends if his jury

is as dumb as yours.

Tell your grandma

to lock the car up tight.

All right.

- Hand over the money already.

- It's not like it's because you got nothing.

Yeah, well.

It's okay, guys.

- Who might you be?

- Detective Nick Blades.

- Police?

- What are you, an idiot? He just said that.

Never heard of you. Let's see it.

Settle down, guys.

I think he's had enough.

Enjoy.

- You looking for Gil?

- Yeah.

- What'd the creep do this time?

- I don't know. Ask him.

What you want with Gil?

Where is the little creep?

After he robbed 400 off me,

he didn't leave no forwarding address.

- You see him with this guy?

- No.

- What's the boy into these days?

- You think he tells me?

All I know is, last time I saw him,

he was okay.

- He even asked me to dinner.

- He took you to Olive Garden.

I chose Olive Garden.

Can you hand me my badge, please, sir?

Thank you.

- I ain't no charity case.

- I took it off Gil.

I also took that off Gil.

Call 911. Or shoot him.

Either way, I wasn't here.

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