“You know, son, you showed a lot of promise in your five years with us,” says Commissioner Stevens to Curtis. “But you still do not seem to get the concept of a family. We stick together no matter what. It is Us-vs-Them out there and since you cannot seem to get that, you are a danger to those you serve alongside. Now there are two ways we can do this. I can make your life hell until you quit or have another officer take care of you, or you can hand in your badge right now, walk away clean, and live with the shame of being a bad cop the rest of your life.”
He hands over his badge and leaves town, knowing he will never be safe from his former employer and colleagues after having betrayed them, even when they were so clearly wrong. A long lost dream involving a guitar and country ballads that sizzle the panties off young women begins to re-coalesce in his mind and he begins writing his debut masterpiece while doing groundkeeping work at a baseball spring training facility. His superstardom never happens, but he does become a favorite local musician. In time he mostly forgets the regretful period of his life that he spent as a cop except for two distinct memories, that of the banana wielding man falling to a heap on the front steps of his parents home as they watched helplessly from a window, and the final admonishment that all of his attempts to do the right thing had earned him the moniker ‘bad cop’ by his fellow officers.