Private Call

"Max Diamond: Put some clothes on. Shane Miller: You scared the shit out of me, Max. Max Diamond: What the fuck got into you today? Shane Miller: The guy was a creep. He deserved it. Max Diamond: That creep's father was John Conley. His prob is threatening half the department and you just became his poster child for excessive force. Shane Miller: Fuck you, Max. The bust was clean. Max Diamond: That isn't the issue. You were way out of line. This guy isn't gonna sit quite, Shane. He's got you, and there's witnesses up and down that hall that would love to see a cop get burned. I'm issuing my report to Captain Kemp tomorrow. I'm telling him the truth. I hold back on anything I get burned too. Shane Miller: You're serious? Max Diamond: Kemp isn't gonna take this very well. There maybe an inquest. Shane Miller: You ratting me out, Max? Max Diamond: We're partners, Shane. I know you, and you haven't been the same since that hooker's death. I think it's time you took a break and sorted yourself out. Shane Miller: The Burns case is over. Closed. I'm fine with that. It has zero impact on my duties as a cop. Max Diamond: Do you enjoy your work? Shane Miller: I'm damn good at it. Max Diamond: Really? You think police brutality is a wise carrier move? I'm not gonna watch you self destruct, Shane, and I'm sure the fuck not gonna go down with ya. I work too hard. Are we clear on that?"

"Shane Miller: [in the swimming pool] They were gonna kill me, Max. Max Diamond: It's all right. I'm here now. Shane Miller: It's about time. Max Diamond: I'm just sorry, I didn't help you sooner. Wish I could erase the hands from your body. Shane Miller: [Shane put's Max's hand on her neck] All but one."