One Good Cop Page #2

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where I come from.

They run with each other.

But you never see a policeman

where the businessmen drink.

Not in my country.

This ain't your country. It's mine.

My city. My neighbourhood.

This is Beniamino. He's too big for you.

Nobody's too big for me, babe.

I got 28,000 guys in my gang.

Understand?

Chill, Felix.

It's all right.

We're all friends here.

- I have to tear myself away.

- Knock yourself out.

- Jesus.

- What are you looking at?

Hey, doll. How you doing?

- You're late.

- Well, a little unwinding was in order.

Look at this. Got rear-ended by a gypsy

cab. The guy has zero insurance.

It's a ton of paperwork. It's a mess.

- Is Stevie OK?

- Are you kidding?

I'm with him eight years, he never even

gets a nosebleed. You want Chinese?

This cab... had knuckles.

Hon, I'm alive, right? Come here.

- Did you check out that empty store?

- On my lunch break.

- So what's up?

- It's about as big as a shoe box.

The guy wants $2,000 a month,

but he said he'll give me five years.

Oh, yeah?

Why is it that you get to hear about my day

but I'm not allowed to know

what happened to you?

Come on, Rita. You don't want to hear

the daily war story.

- I don't want to hear a lie either.

- It's not about lying.

I mean, it's about forgetting.

Why do I have to

unload my garbage on you?

lt'd make me feel better.

We could have a conversation.

It might even help you.

All right. You're right.

We should talk more.

I know.

Do we have to do it now?

- You just call Chinese, Artie, OK?

- All right. I will.

I'm serious.

You'll end up fighting over this guy.

This is Stevie. He's cute, right?

- He cooks.

- Thanks, anyway.

- What are you doing?

- I was goofing.

Looking out for you, man.

- Doing a little window shopping?

- Nah.

Goofing around.

I wouldn't know how to cheat anyway.

It's easy. You just lie and deny.

Rita's got cop eyes. I couldn't get away

with anything even if I wanted to.

- You think Lucille was stupid?

- No, I'm just...

You think she believed

those stories about extraditions?

- Steve, look...

- Let me tell you something.

Women always know.

They either put the wood to you

or let it slide, but they always know.

Lucille was a saint for putting up with me.

You're right, Steve, she was a great lady.

I think by this time she'd forget about it.

Right now she'd just want you

to concentrate on the girls.

Looking after your kids.

- Right?

- Yeah, she'd want that.

- All she cared about was her family.

- Right.

She never thought about herself.

Look what happened.

She gets sick...

and she dies.

It's a funny world, Artie.

I mean, look at Rita.

She's a great lady.

She tried so hard to have kids.

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