Keppler: She had a kid.
Frank: Oh, god.
Keppler: Why don't you tell me about the hand?
Frank: She scratched me, Mike. Come on, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't take the chance that one of your guys would find my DNA under her nails.
Keppler: Why, Frank?
Frank: You know why.
Keppler: That was a long time ago. Dennis never said a word.
Frank: Yeah, but he was going to. He was about to be indicted. Wife, three kids, there was no way that he was doin' time. He was goin' down, Mikey, and he was takin' us with him.
Keppler: He was a cop, Frank. You taught me that, you don't do that. Not even to save your own ass.
Frank: Yeah, what about yours?