Bending the Rules Page #6

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- Hey, Rosalyn.

- I heard.

I'm sure they'll find it.

But with my luck,

somebody will probably have peed in it.

- I'm confused.

- What'd you hear?

- Grant Stone, the interim appointee.

- Yeah.

Well, also in the meantime...

...my wife is taking away my kids,

my car was stolen...

...and because of Blades,

I'm getting no help from the cops.

- That sucks.

- Yes, indeed, it does.

My dad wanted me to be a dentist.

I should have listened.

- My father wants me to be a DA.

- He's a wise man, your father.

That's much better than rotting teeth.

You mentioned the Van Beber case.

Here's the murder book.

The whole story.

Man, I had that guy cold.

And everyone was mad at me

for not dealing.

The judge was mad at me

for ruining his summer vacation.

The boss didn't want me tied up

for three months.

Even the jurors hated me.

Everyone kept saying the same thing.

Plead it. Settle it. Compromise.

Well, in one week, Willie Van Beber

gets his just punishment...

...because I refused to compromise.

Grab that, will you?

- Hello?

- Kelly...

...you get your husband

on the phone right now.

- His father's finally gone over the edge.

- This isn't Kelly.

- Who the hell is this?

- You need to grab this now.

- Yeah.

- Who was that?

I thought it was Kelly, for God's sake.

I'm the village idiot telling some stranger

about our problems like it's CNN.

- Mom, calm down.

- I will not calm down.

We were leaving the doctor and suddenly

he insisted we come to your house.

When you weren't here,

he got very upset and locked himself...

- ...in your room with a gun.

- Dad has a gun?

Apparently. He must've had it

in that ridiculous fanny pack he wears...

- ...like some geriatric Dirty Harry.

- Where the hell did he get a gun?

How should I know?

You know how paranoid he is.

You can buy guns

in vending machines now.

- Call the cops.

- No. I will not have some SWAT team...

...blasting through the door

scaring your father to death.

Just stay away from him.

I'll be there as soon as I can. I gotta go.

- Same guy.

- Here he comes.

Good afternoon, Mr. Meter-Maid, sir.

Where'd you get those tickets? Kinko's?

Nice pants.

Nick? Oh, my God.

What are you doing here?

- Did Theo call you?

- Is this a bad time?

He's been threatening to kill himself

for the last 20 minutes.

- I'm sorry, who are we talking about?

- My husband.

Herb, I want the truth.

After 42 years, not a hell of a lot to ask.

Along with everything else,

he's cheating.

Mr. Gold, this is the police.

Can you hear me?

Herb. What did you do?

- Wait.

- Marty. Holy moly.

Put down the gun.

- Oh, Lord. Enough already.

- Marty, you look like crap.

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