quarters mile back, apple orchard . . .
H ILL: Thanks for the advice.
S TATE T ROOPER: Always glad to help a fellow officer.
INTERIOR: SQUAD ROOM. DAY.
Twenty-five Boy Scouts in full regalia sitting expectantly.
( Angle: G OLDBLUME, still in hunting clothes, holding notes. He makes another note in pencil, comes up to the podium. Sighs. Looks out at the Boy Scouts. Beat. )
G OLDBLUME: My name is Henry Goldblume. I am a Lieutenant of the Metropolitan Police. It might look as if I am involved in some undercover mission, but I'm dressed like this for a simpler reason. It's my day off. ( He consults his notes. ) I am speaking to you today because you have expressed an interest in Law Enforcement as a career. Law Enforcement as a career. Now: what does this mean? It means many things. It means a career which offers . . . friendship . . . loyalty, from those around you and to those around you, and pride . . . ( Beat. ) Service . . . and, also, as I've been reminded here today, duty. And this is what I would like to say to you: Where does the pride come from? Where does the feeling of accomplishment come from? From duty. And that is the price that is exacted of you if you'd pursue and be happy in a career in the police. ( Beat. )
How do you make the negative positive? How do you, how can you learn to take enjoyment in a job which is, which is for the most part not glamorous, but repetitive. Which involves paperwork, repetition, care . . . in which your accomplishments are not dramatic . . . ? When your job is standing on surveillance for twelve hours a day week after week . . . when you find the name you thought was the hot suspect died six months before the crime . . . when the case you worked a year on is thrown out of court . . . I'm speaking to you not as children now, but as men; because you have done us the compliment of coming here today to see the way we live . . . We are here to enforce the law. To serve and protect a populace in need of service and protection.
( Angle: The back of the squad room. B ATES and two other officers listening to the lecture, behind the Boy Scouts. Camera pans back to frame H ENRY G OLDBLUME, as he continues to speak. )
It is their will, the will of the people, expressed in the laws of the city, and the regulations of the department, that controls our life. The bad cop straining against that will, he bends the law, he flaunts the rules of the department, and his life in the force is an unhappy one—because this man forgoes the one, the only constant satisfaction he couldhave—the satisfaction of doing his duty. (G OLDBLUME clears his throat, shifts down to the next page. He prepares to continue speaking. )
EXTERIOR: LOG CABIN IN THE WOODS. DAY.
The station wagon. J ABLONSKI and R ENKO by the front door, waiting. H ILL comes around the back.
H ILL: All locked.
R ENKO: Well, dang it all, man, why'd those Staties pull us over . . . ?
H ILL ( to J ABLONSKI ) : Can we catch up with your guy, get the keys . . . ?
J ABLONSKI: No , he's gone.
H ILL: Where'd he, where would he usually hide the keys?
J ABLONSKI: I don't know . . . this is my first time here . . .
H ILL: You've never been here before?
J ABLONSKI: The man's my landsman from the old days at Polk, he says “use my cabin” . . .
R ENKO: Gentlemen: I think the correct answer here is: break in. ( Beat. ) We will break in. We will unlock the doors. Prior to leaving we will seal the window over with wood, and leave your friend ample funds to reglaze the window. ( To J ABLONSKI: ) Your sap, please.
(J ABLONSKI hands him a sap. R ENKO walks over to the house, breaks in a window, climbs in. )
J ABLONSKI: Now , the thing is: chop wood . . .
H ILL: Chop wood. For . . . ?
J ABLONSKI: For to heat the house, my friend, for we are in the country now.
(R ENKO opens the door of the cabin from the inside. J ABLONSKI and H ILL walk over to the front door. )
R ENKO: Well, your friend at Polk's doing some well for himself.
( Camera
H ILL: Thanks for the advice.
S TATE T ROOPER: Always glad to help a fellow officer.
INTERIOR: SQUAD ROOM. DAY.
Twenty-five Boy Scouts in full regalia sitting expectantly.
( Angle: G OLDBLUME, still in hunting clothes, holding notes. He makes another note in pencil, comes up to the podium. Sighs. Looks out at the Boy Scouts. Beat. )
G OLDBLUME: My name is Henry Goldblume. I am a Lieutenant of the Metropolitan Police. It might look as if I am involved in some undercover mission, but I'm dressed like this for a simpler reason. It's my day off. ( He consults his notes. ) I am speaking to you today because you have expressed an interest in Law Enforcement as a career. Law Enforcement as a career. Now: what does this mean? It means many things. It means a career which offers . . . friendship . . . loyalty, from those around you and to those around you, and pride . . . ( Beat. ) Service . . . and, also, as I've been reminded here today, duty. And this is what I would like to say to you: Where does the pride come from? Where does the feeling of accomplishment come from? From duty. And that is the price that is exacted of you if you'd pursue and be happy in a career in the police. ( Beat. )
How do you make the negative positive? How do you, how can you learn to take enjoyment in a job which is, which is for the most part not glamorous, but repetitive. Which involves paperwork, repetition, care . . . in which your accomplishments are not dramatic . . . ? When your job is standing on surveillance for twelve hours a day week after week . . . when you find the name you thought was the hot suspect died six months before the crime . . . when the case you worked a year on is thrown out of court . . . I'm speaking to you not as children now, but as men; because you have done us the compliment of coming here today to see the way we live . . . We are here to enforce the law. To serve and protect a populace in need of service and protection.
( Angle: The back of the squad room. B ATES and two other officers listening to the lecture, behind the Boy Scouts. Camera pans back to frame H ENRY G OLDBLUME, as he continues to speak. )
It is their will, the will of the people, expressed in the laws of the city, and the regulations of the department, that controls our life. The bad cop straining against that will, he bends the law, he flaunts the rules of the department, and his life in the force is an unhappy one—because this man forgoes the one, the only constant satisfaction he couldhave—the satisfaction of doing his duty. (G OLDBLUME clears his throat, shifts down to the next page. He prepares to continue speaking. )
EXTERIOR: LOG CABIN IN THE WOODS. DAY.
The station wagon. J ABLONSKI and R ENKO by the front door, waiting. H ILL comes around the back.
H ILL: All locked.
R ENKO: Well, dang it all, man, why'd those Staties pull us over . . . ?
H ILL ( to J ABLONSKI ) : Can we catch up with your guy, get the keys . . . ?
J ABLONSKI: No , he's gone.
H ILL: Where'd he, where would he usually hide the keys?
J ABLONSKI: I don't know . . . this is my first time here . . .
H ILL: You've never been here before?
J ABLONSKI: The man's my landsman from the old days at Polk, he says “use my cabin” . . .
R ENKO: Gentlemen: I think the correct answer here is: break in. ( Beat. ) We will break in. We will unlock the doors. Prior to leaving we will seal the window over with wood, and leave your friend ample funds to reglaze the window. ( To J ABLONSKI: ) Your sap, please.
(J ABLONSKI hands him a sap. R ENKO walks over to the house, breaks in a window, climbs in. )
J ABLONSKI: Now , the thing is: chop wood . . .
H ILL: Chop wood. For . . . ?
J ABLONSKI: For to heat the house, my friend, for we are in the country now.
(R ENKO opens the door of the cabin from the inside. J ABLONSKI and H ILL walk over to the front door. )
R ENKO: Well, your friend at Polk's doing some well for himself.
( Camera
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