[text] Keep your cool. It's just slander. He looks worse for bringing it up at all, especially this close to the end. Just sit on it and let it die. Don't feed into it.
Harvey Dent[text] I'm bringing charges against him, if I wait for the election to be over, it might be too late. He knows what I have, anyway, and frankly, it's better that I start this now, just in case.
Jim Gordon[text] No. It won't be better. You're going to look a lot more guilty if you bring it up now. Should have done before he had the chance to pull this shit. You wait. If you keep calm, he'll get frustrated. He knows he's not won. If you pull charges now? You're going to lose this election. Please think this over, Harvey.
Harvey Dent[text] I'm coming by to see you in twenty. If you're busy, I'll wait.
Harvey DentTwenty minutes later, there was a short knock on Jim's door before the young blond let himself in, files in hand. He wasn't smiling today, the usually witty attorney was grim, angry and tired of Garcetti's games.
A visit with level headed Jim might help.
"Afternoon," he nodded, before sitting in his favorite chair and tossing the files onto Jim's desk. ""How's your day been?"
"Cut the small talk, Dent. Sit down," he offered, hands clasped together on his desk, head canted just slightly as he watched the young lawyer. He'd seen a few of his trials, seen him get fired up, but never /this/ bad.
Garcetti was playing a tough little game and he had Dent right where he wanted him: angry and willing to do /anything/ to get back at the other candidate. In turn, it would only backfire in Dent's face. Jim had seen it one too many times in his years.
"Fine," Harvey fumed, his eyes dark and fixed on the files on Jim's desk.
"That jackass is the best chance I have of bringing Maroni and by association, Gamble and the Chechen down. He's been dirty since the second he bought his way into law school and /I'm/ the one having charges brought against me!?" He opened the file, showing Jim the carefully compiled evidence.
"If I don't act now, he could take off tonight, election or not, and with the money he's making? Good luck getting him back."
Jim sighed, adjusting his glasses, and took a look at the files, the evidence. Dent had a lot, and how he got it, Jim didn't really want to know. Fact was, it was enough to put Garcetti away from a long, long time, and a chance to get Maroni into court. Finally.
What was it worth though? It was tricky.
"You do this now and he somehow manages to weasel his way out of these convictions? You're the one going down, Dent. Not him. If you do do it, and you get him, you'd win the election by default. But," he held up a hand, closing the file, "please consider it rationally before you decide. I'd much rather see you make a bigger impact overall with the city when you're elected, than not at all."