Narc ( Right & Wrong scene ) Ray Liotta Henry Oak

Nick discusses his marriage and the loss of his wife to cancer. He reflects on his time as a cop and how his wife's death made him a better officer. He shares a story about rescuing a young girl from her abusive stepfather and how it reminded him of his wife and the child they never had. He emphasizes that certain situations go beyond rules and regulations and are about what is right and wrong. He mentions Calvez, but the context is unclear. How long have you been married, Nick? Got any kids? Hmm. That's nice. Um, I lost her. We were married just shy of 16 years. She had cancer. Now, it's okay. We were talking wives. You have one. I had one. I've been asked before. Probably be easier on people if I took my ring off, but, um, because we'd avoid these embarrassing little moments, but it's okay. I like talking about her. The first detail I had was vice. I wanted robbery homicide, but I got vice. I hated it. Just hated it. You know? I rode it to the seams, hoping to leapfrog out of there, but no good, no dice, and I'd come home just in bad shape, just pissed off. When I first started getting an ulcer, just miserable, and I'd lie down in her lap, and she'd rub my head. Some nights, she'd see me to sleep. I'd just lie there, staring at her, still the best place I've ever been. I'll tell you this much. I became a much better cop the day she died. Any half-step, any hesitation I had about the job was gone. I see a deadbolted door, I break it down to be the first one in the room. I started working joint task force, the head crack hang wrecking crew, zombie squad. It was a diversion. It was just a way to keep thinking about her. I do remember one night, I went with the sheriffs on a warrant raid. This dipshit was selling meth out of his apartment. It was just a stop and pop. Broke down the door, rousted the guy. I was in one of the back rooms, looking for junk, and I hear something. I turn around, and I see these, these eyes, staring at me from a closet. It was a little girl, a little 10-year-old girl, naked, shaking like a leaf. She was scared to death. Her stepfather was pimping her out for rent. Wrapped her in my coat, carried her out to the squad car. I went back, and I beat that motherfucker half to death. I thought of my wife. I thought of the baby we never had. All the things about her that I hung on to. As a little girl being brutalized, a little girl being abused, has nothing to do with rules and regulations, and everything to do with right and wrong. It's the same thing with Calvez.