[Deverell hears a tape of Smiths conversation with Cole]
Jack Cole:
How's that, asshole! I know you're friends with everyone from the postman to the President, but I guarantee *none* of them will touch you with a ten foot pole once this shit gets out.
Frank Deverell:
Detective Cole. You're persistent, I'll give you that.
Jack Cole:
It looks like I have something you want, you've got something I want.
Frank Deverell:
What do you want?
Jack Cole:
Donald. Donald's your trigger-man, right?
Frank Deverell:
I'm listening.
Jack Cole:
I want him, not you. I want you to deliver him to me in a nice pretty bow with the murder weapon, I'll take it from there. You take the tape. My name gets clean. Your name stays clean. Everyone's happy. How's that sound?
Frank Deverell:
Done.
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