Then, at the end, it's getting out. It's getting your pension and getting out. The good cops, the ones that generally live alone... they become lifers, knowing nothing but the Job.
I'm a lifer, and you know what, I wanna get out, but I can't. I just... I've still got this damned sense of justice somewhere and it won't let go. It won't let me go home one day and stay there. I'm sure I could find something else to do with my time, instead of chasing rapists and child molesters and murderers all day.
In the end, it's getting out.