I’m not your priest, O’Hara. Besides, we’re cops, not saints.
But you are a saint. And you taught me to be one, too.
Listen to me. I took an oath to put the lives of strangers before my own. Meanwhile, I have a daughter who says a little prayer every morning, asking Jesus to please let her Daddy make it home for dinner. So yes, I believe in a code, but I also believe in doing whatever it takes to make sure bad people don’t hurt good people. Sometimes that means getting creative.
I know your act. You do your little dance, you beat polygraph machines, you always manage to guess the right culprit after missing the first four or five times. You whip that hair around and fall over every reasonable girl that Guster hasn’t unsuccessfully hit on already. And now you’ve made your way to O'Hara.