Sunday, July 15, 2012

Mike Ehrmantraut says...

'I used to be a beat cop, long time ago. And I'd get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably, over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit that I will never forget, Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson, you remember him? Walking Tall? You don't remember? Anyway, big boy, 270 280, but his wife, or whatever she was, his lady, was real small, like a bird, wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I get called out there every weekend, and one of us would pull her aside and we'd say 'Come on, tonight's the night we press charges'. And this wasn't one of those deep down he really loves me set ups, we got a lot of those, but not this, this girl was scared, she wasn't gonna cross him, no way, no how. Nothin we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank, he sleeps it off, next morning out he goes, back home. Now, one night, my partner's out sick, and it's just me. And the call comes in and it's the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car, and away we go. Only that night, we're driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming 'Danny Boy'. And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down, and I put my revolver in his mouth. And I told him, this is it, this is how it ends. And he's cryin, goin to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone, screaming, much as ya can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet, that I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And of course he got quiet. Goes still. Then real quiet. Like a dog waitin for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while. Me acting like I'm thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt, with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth, and I say 'so help me if you ever touch her again I will..' such and such and such and such, and blah blah blah blah blah. Of course. Just tryin to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. Moral of the story is: I chose a half measure, when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter.'

-Mike Ehrmantraut (played by Jonathan Banks, 'Half Measures', written by Sam Catlin and Peter Gould, Breaking Bad, created by Vince Gilligan, 2010)

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