Catherine: You put a man away for life on planted evidence, Jimmy.
Jimmy: He was a scumbag. He copped to another murder.
Catherine: Scumbag or saint, what you did is a capital crime. You can't play with evidence, especially in a murder.
Jimmy: I can get life in prison if you turn me in, do you know that? Maybe even the death penalty. Do you know that?!
Catherine: What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to look the other way? Do you want me to dummy my report?
Jimmy: I can't believe you're doing this to me. I gave you your career.
Catherine: I earned my career. And you did this to yourself. You fabricated evidence.
Jimmy: You were two steps from turning tricks. And this is the thanks I get?
Catherine: I danced - period. And instead of feeling sorry for yourself, think about this: While you were out there planting evidence on a case that you couldn't break, Stephanie's real killer got away. And he's still out there. Because you sold the one thing that a cop can't afford to sell: your integrity. So you tell me, between the two of us, who's the whore?