Edison Page #4

- I can't.

- No, You can.

If you get me out of here, I'll tell you

everything you want about the trial.

- I don't know how.

- the way they capped Rook.

- What?

- Stole the crack, the 40 G's.

Made up that sh*t about the knife.

I'll tell you all of that.

Ma. . .

I love you.

You hang on.

I'll be home soon.

I promise.

You get this to her.

You promise me.

F***!

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Charles.

Ma, I love you.

You hang on.

I'll be home soon.

I promise.

You call me now?

I'm not your personal editor.

Just read this.

This is a Pulitzer.

What's it for?

Blowing the judging committee.

What do you think?

You saw Isiaha's arrest report?

Copies of the court transcript.

- No mention of cash, coke or guns?

- No.

- the emergency dispatch?

- The copy's there.

There's no record of a 911

that time, date, address.

You talked to the District Attorney,

the Public Defender, Judge.

You told me not to

talk to the system.

What do you think?

It could dismantle the

department when it's done.

What's missing?

The other side of the story.

They're murderers.

If you believe Isiaha Charles.

You won't publish it as is?

I won't publish it at all.

But The Times will if you

get the department's side.

The department?

They're murderers.

Right.

You're doing this for p*ssy.

I'm doin' it for this.

Fourth estate, Pollack.

It's the only job protected by

the Constitution, and this is why.

This is tyranny.

When you see it

you're obligated to yell.

A risk you're unwilling to take,

and I don't blame you.

In your new enlightenment I'll take

you back to the Herald,

but don't call yourself a jeranalist.

The coupon king has spoken.

Good night, Pollack.

Oh, here, take this with you.

Go on, leave. Leave.

Go.

- get the door.

- got it.

You move, you die!

Spread 'em! Spread 'em!

- Here.

- Against the wall.

Hey Deed !

I got somethin' for ya!

Come on, baseball.

Watch your step!

F***.

Shut up, gimme your other hand.

Shut up.

All right, let's go.

Bern, I owe you. . .Anything

Not now, not here.

Girls, come out everybody come out.

- Laz.

- Yeah.

Take the girls out.

I'm going downstairs.

- Party at my house.

- Line up Here.

- Let's go.

- Come on, sweetie.

Come on.

Come on.

Here ya go, cupcake.

The f*** am I gonna do with this?

I thought you gave up

muckraking, Moses.

It's Pollack's story.

You heard of anything

like this, Levon?

Sure all the time.

From felons.

Well, there it is.

D.A. 's office doesn't comment on

unsubstantiated accusations.

Why don't you come back

when you have specifics?

- We can't be more specific.

- What are We talking about?

Innuendo? Hearsay?

D.A. needs names.

Otherwise the office can't respond.

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