Unlawful Entry Page #3

- You're staying for dinner, right?

- Yeah.

- No.

- Are you doing anything?

I'd be crossing the line.

Cops on one side,

everybody else on the other.

Come on!

This has really been nice.

Usually dinner for me

is a bunch of us telling

boring war stories.

Cops stick together

because nobody else could stand us!

- You've never been married?

- No.

She'll try to line you up

with one of her friends.

- I'll get her, Jack.

- Sorry, Michael.

She smells that meat and goes crazy.

Meet me round the front.

I'm sorry. I'm still a little freaked.

That's OK.

That's understandable.

I can't believe

you've never been serious

about anyone.

No.

Cops and marriage are a tough combination.

So...

I can't believe how much I'm talking.

When I was a kid,

I hardly ever talked.

When I was in school,

I never talked.

I was famous for it.

Oh.

Take it from a teacher,

we love those quiet boys

in the back of the class.

Don't you believe her, Pete!

She loves all kids.

That's what's missing.

I'm surprised you two don't have

a few running around.

I'm sorry about bringing up...

..kids. It's really none of my business.

Hey, I just wanted to thank you.

You really went out of your way.

It did so much for Karen.

She'll bounce back.

She'll bounce back

a lot quicker because of you.

What about you? Have you bounced back?

I don't know.

A guy gets his hands on your wife like that,

you feel helpless.

You did what you could, Michael.

You showed a lot of balls.

There was one moment where

he had a hold of her

and I had that stupid golf club,

I thought I could just...

I didn't... I didn't take the shot.

A f***ing nightmare when you think

about what could have happened.

I wouldn't mind one more shot

at that son of a b*tch.

- Really?

- Hell, yeah!

I'd like to kick the sh*t out of him!

- I'm sure you would.

- Wouldn't you?

Oh, I already know what I would do.

I'm just wondering about

a nice, civilized guy like you.

After what he did to Karen,

I think all the rules are out the window.

I'd rip his f***ing heart out.

Michael!

You're a scary guy!

Hey! You know,

you'd enjoy coming on a ride-along.

- What's that?

- Riding along with us on patrol one night.

- You can do that?

- We often do for writers, journalists...

Uh-huh. It sounds...

Yeah, I could do that.

Great. I'm gonna set it up.

You come watch us kick some butt.

- When do you want to do it?

- Tomorrow.

Come on. It'll be fun.

Yeah. Why not?

Great. I'll see you then.

Sign it, so your old lady can't come after

the City if you get killed or maimed.

Nothing will happen to him. He's with me.

Hey, Pete.

OK, Mike. A dope dealer,

a public defender and my ex-wife

all get thrown off

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