All language subtitles for Raw.Justice.english

[music playing]

How about some damn
service around here?

WOMAN: All right, all
right, already, I'm coming.

What the hell do you want?

The same thing anybody who
comes to this dump wants--

action.

Room 412, give her 15 minutes.

Hey, baby.

Get in line, pal.

Come here.

What?

What are you, a cop?

Oh, great, that's just great.

And you want to use
your cuffs, right?

That's a thought.

No, I'm just a guy
with 50 bucks to spend,

and, uh, you can
make it standing up.

Oh.

You want to do it in the alley?

No.

Good, my feet are killing me.

[knocking]

It's open.

[door opening]

Well, don't you look special.

Mm, mm, mm.

Glad you like it.

What the hell are you?

You jumped bail,
and I'm taking you in.

Shit.

I'm not dressed for this.

Hey.

Hey, my clothes.

You've got my clothes!

I don't believe this.

I don't believe this.

[screaming]

[music playing]

Get out of the way.

Get out.

Get out.

[tires squealing]

[honking]

[tires squealing]

Holy shit.

You know, you could have
made this real easy, man.

Well, come on out of there.

Let's go.

Now where in the
hell is that-- oh.

Damn.

[honking]

Huh?

How do you like it?

Hey, have you seen
"The Godfather"?

[chuckling]

[talking indistinctly]

Damn.

He really pissed her off.

OK, honey, the party's over.

Put it down, now.

I can explain.

Can't wait to hear it.

Against the wall, move.

I'm an ex-cop.

The guy jumped bail.

I was bringing him in.

Look, do me a favor, will you?

Can you take me to my
car, get my clothes?

Anything you say, sweetheart.

DONNA: Thanks, Mitch.

It, uh, it was nice.

MITCH: Well, what
you really mean

is that this was the worst date
of your entire life, right?

No, it's not that.

It's just that miniature golf
is just not exactly my style.

Oh.

I've got to go.

Hey, don't forget
your little troll.

OK.

I had to sink a hole-in-one
to win that for you.

Besides, you can look at
this and know next time

you're getting ready
for a date that things

can't get any worse.

And it will bring you good luck.

Go ahead.

Goodnight, Mitch.

[sigh]

Goodnight, Donna.

[saxophone music]

[rattling]

[gasping]

No.

I don't like to
be kept waiting.

I got here just
as soon as I could.

Is it done?

If it wasn't, I
wouldn't be here.

We have the disks?

The money first.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

On the contrary.

[thud]

The pleasure's all mine.

Tough night, huh, Mace?

About as tough as it gets.

Let's see, one .357
Magnum, one brunette wig.

Don't even ask.

Hey, I've been behind
this counter 18 years,

you know what I'm saying?

Woo-we, look at
the ass on that.

I guess if you can't get
in their pants, Mace,

you can just start
wearing them, huh?

What's your name, kid?

Garcia.

You his new partner?

Yeah.

Do yourself a favor.

Don't turn out like
him, 'cause then

you won't be standing
here in front

of the whole precinct
watching while a guy in drag

cleans your clock.

That's good advice.

Isn't it?

Hey, Mace.

That shade of orange,
that's your color, babe.

Is that a pencil
in your pocket,

or are you just glad to see me?

[suppressed laugh]

Shut up.

I didn't say nothing.

And don't.

Let's go.

Go.

Move, move, move.

[gun clicking]

MITCH: Huh?

What's going on?

OFFICER: Mitch McCullum?

Uh, yeah.

Wha-- wha-- what is this?

What is this, one of
those Japanese game

shows or something?

OFFICER: You're under arrest
for the murder of Donna Stiles.

I guess not.

OFFICER: You have the
right to remain silent.

Should you choose to give up
that right, anything you say

can and will be
held against you.

You have the right
to have an attorney

present during questioning.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be appointed.

I'm sorry to have to put
you through this, Mr. Mayor.

I understand.

Let's just get it over with.

Is this your daughter, sir?

Yeah.

Well, cover her up.

How did it happen?

Definitely strangulation,
but we'll have more

details after the autopsy, sir.

No, there won't
be any autopsy.

But this is a homicide, sir.

An autopsy is mandatory.

I said there
wouldn't be an autopsy.

You start cutting
up my little girl,

and you'll wind up in
a third-rate clinic,

giving inoculations
to Cuban refugees.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

MAN (ON TV): Police
department has confirmed

that a prime suspect in
tonight's brutal slaying

of the mayor's
daughter, Donna Stiles,

was taken into custody
only moments ago.

Although not yet releasing
the name of the suspect,

a spokesperson for
the DA's office

[inaudible] they have a strong
case and expect to file--

OK, McCullum, it's time to go.

Yeah, I know,
more questioning.

OFFICER: Not this time,
you're out of here.

Where are you taking me?

I'm not taking you anywhere.

Your bail was posted.

You're a free man,
for now, at least.

Who paid it?

Don't ask me, pal.

I just open and close.

Are you staying or going?

I'm going.

[knocking]

[knocking]

[groaning]

[knocking]

It's open.

[sigh]

Hi, Mace.

Well, well, well, Chief.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Mayor, sir.

What do you want?

You heard about what
happened last night?

Can't you tell?

Do you mind if I have a seat?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

All right, I'll get
right to the point, then.

That would be a first.

I need your help, Mace.

You always had a lot of balls.

We know who killed Donna.

We've got the murder
weapon, the fingerprints.

I thought you were
going to get to the point.

This guy was released
on bail this morning.

A first-degree murder
suspect out on bail, how?

Some bleeding heart judge.

Probably one you appointed.

MAYOR STILES: I want
you to follow this guy.

Find out everything
you can about him.

But more than anything
in this world,

I don't want him to skip.

You got a whole police
force working for you.

What do you need me for?

I can't do that.

If a cop gets within
100 feet of this guy,

some public defender is
going to be screaming

we violated his civil rights.

And the whole thing gets
thrown out of court.

You know that.

Oh, yeah, Mr. Mayor, I know
what you're talking about.

I know all about
being thrown out.

Don't I?

Hey, look.

You-- you knew the score.

You knew what was going on.

Mace, you're still
a loose cannon,

and that's exactly
what I need, somebody

that works outside the law.

I'll pay you anything, cash.

Name your price.

I don't want your money.

You know what you can do
with your money, don't you?

This is not about me and you.

This is about my
daughter, somebody you

used to pretend to care about.

Don't you dare put that on me.

Don't you fucking dare.

This is not my problem.

Stiles, I'll do it.

I'm not going to do
it for your money.

I'm not going to do it for you.

I'll do it for her.

OK, good enough.

Now you understand,
of course, the press

can't find out about this.

So any contact you
have with me will have

to be through the deputy mayor.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on in, Bob.

[ominous music]

Mace, this is Bob Jenkins.

Anything you want, anything you
need, he'll take care of it.

Pleasure to meet you.

MAYOR STILES: He's
a good man, Mace.

You can trust him.

"I have done a terrible thing.

I have killed
another human being,

and I have decided that I
must now take my own life.

God forgive me."

Signed Mitch McCullum?

That's my own handwriting.

[hissing]

Jesus.

[tires squealing]

Hey, hey.

[music playing]

Hey, I just want to talk to you.

The great thing
about this machine,

you've got no electronics
to hassle with.

You just kick start it.
[bike starting]

See?

It starts every time,
no problems, no hassle.

Hey, hey, hey.

What are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey.

You can't do that.

Sure, I can.

It's easy.

Uh, uh, sir.

Sir.

Pull over.

Pull over, you dumbshit.

No.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Bullshit.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Pull over.

Ha.

Whoa.

[honking]

[honking]

[screaming]
- What is he doing?

Oh.

Yo, get out of the way.

[tires squealing]

[groaning]

Uh, personally, I think you
looked better in the skirt.

What in the hell
are you doing?

You made me lose him, numb nuts.

The question is, why
you chasing that man for?

He's legally out on bail.

Now I'm the law, and I want to
know what you're up to, huh?

I mean, what is it, Mace?

You having an affair
with that boy?

You switch hitting,
you son of a bitch?

Maybe Donna kept her legs
closed a little too long?

[snickering]

Ow.

Oh, my nose, damn, oh.

Don't you ever, ever
call me a son of a bitch.

Ow, you broke my nose.

Oh, oh, damn, oh.

What are you doing?

I'm placing you under arrest
for striking an officer.

Oh, damn.

I told you kid,
don't act like him.

Hey, hold it.

Hold it.

I'm gonna get you, Mace.

Your time will come.

[groaning]

We'd better get
you to a doctor.

Oh, shut up, and
get in the car.

Get in the car!

[beep]

Hey, Mace, how
about a quickie?

Sorry, baby.

I'm in a hurry.

You being a good girl?

Hold it right there.

[sigh]

Now don't do anything stupid.

Just take it easy with
that thing, all right?

Who are you?

And why are you
trying to kill me?

I'm not trying to kill you.

I was just going to follow you.

You were chasing me.

You ran.

My house blew up.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

All right?

All right, now just
put the gun down.

Let's talk this thing out.

My name is Mace.

I'm a bounty hunter.

A bounty hunter?

I was hired to follow you, to
make sure you don't jump bail.

- By who?
- I can't tell you that.

You'd better start
telling me something.

Look, I hate these things.

I've never fired one before.

But I'm pretty damn
sure you squeeze

the little trigger there, and
that makes it work, right?

Don't do that.

Don't do that.

Now who set me up?

I don't know that
you were set up.

You think I did it?

Police think so.

I didn't.

Maybe you did.

Maybe you didn't.

Killing me is not going
to prove anything.

Now why don't you
just put that down?

Let's talk this out.

Maybe I can help you.

I don't believe you.

If you didn't do
it, then maybe I

can help you find out who did.

Now give me the gun.

I give you my word.

What alternative
do you have huh?

I mean, you kill
me, they're gonna

be after you for two murders.

Come on.

Give me the gun.

Come on.

That's good.

Now then, you've got one
chance to tell me what

happened last night, just one.

OK, OK, we had one lousy
date, and I dropped her off.

Then you went back
inside and killed her?

- No, I didn't.
- Why?

Why did you do it?

I didn't do it.

Look.

She didn't even like me.

I mean, I didn't even get a
hand shake out of the thing.

I dropped her off.

I went home.

I had a bowl of Fruit Loops,
went to bed, and got arrested.

That's it.

You're either one hell of
a liar or one hell of a fool.

How did you make bail?

I didn't, and I
don't know who did.

Put these on.

What for?

Insurance.

Come on.

We're going for a little ride.

Where?

You'll find out.

Oh, one other thing.

Jesus, that hurt.

Now don't make
me chase you again.

Let's go.

Tell me about the date.

There's not much
to tell, really.

We had a few drinks.

Played some putt-putt.

She hates putt-putt.

I know that now.

What else?

That's it.

Come on.

What did she talk about?

Nothing, stuff, uh, where
I grew up, went to school.

What did she talk about?

Not much, I mean, what
little that she said,

I literally had to
pry it out of her.

I'm getting old over here.

She mentioned something
about a book she was writing.

What about?

Uh, I don't know.

It was the police and
her and growing up.

I don't know.

What do you think?

I think you're a lousy date.

Mm, maybe.

Definitely.

MITCH: Hey.

You're not going to just leave
me sitting here like this,

are you?
- Why not?

Because it could be
dangerous, that's why not.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

MITCH: That's more like it.

See, now we can start
trusting each other.

All right, hey, hey, hey.

You son of a bitch.

Don't ever call
me a son of a bitch.

- Why not?
- Because I love my mother.

Sorry.

Right.

Damn it.

Say, Mace, it's a little
early in the day, ain't it?

I'm not here to drink.

Don't lie to me.

I ain't your girlfriend.

Do I have to twist your arm?

No, I'll do it.

[chuckling]

Make it a double.

Got some new talent
in here, huh, Joe?

It ain't new.

Just ain't old.

[chuckling]

Have you seen Bernie?

Yeah, he was in,
running off at the mouth

about some big bond
he had just posted

and how much money
he was gonna make.

I tell him, if you're making
so much freakin' money,

why don't you pay
off the bar tab I've

been holding for three months?

That shuts him up quick.

Yeah, I bet it did.

Oh, shit.

Looking for me?

What are you doing?

I'm eating a sandwich.

How'd you get loose?

Oh, that was easy.

Want a bite?

Oh, my God, that's the guy.

That's the guy who
took my clothes.

Hey, hey, yeah, you're the
guy who took my clothes.

Jesus.

You took her clothes?

- Shut up.
- Did you hear me?

I want my clothes back.
- Yeah, yeah, look.

Just give me your
name and address,

and I'll get the stuff to you.
- You've got my skirt.

You've got my top.
You've got my boots.

You've got got my wig.

And if you're through wearing
them, I want them back now.

You took her
boots and her wig?

Shut up.

Don't tell me to shut up.

Not you, him, and, look.

I'm on a case.

Give me your name
and address, and I'll

get the stuff back to you.

I don't want to
hear that crap.

You took my stuff.

You ran off and left me
standing in the middle

of the street in my underwear.

Now I want it back.

And I want it-- hey, get off me.

Get in the car.

[screaming]

What the hell is going on?

[car starting]

What are you doing?

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

[gunfire]

Are you nuts?

Slow down.

Just hold on.

[tires squealing]

[music playing]

Whoa.

Stop this thing and let me in.

He'll kill us if I do that.

I'll kill you if you don't.

I'll have to take that chance.

Whoa.

Shit.

I don't believe this
is happening to me!

[gunfire]

[screaming]

Stop this car now.

Faster, speed up.

He's catching up.

Will you make up your mind?

[car accelerating]

Stop this car now.

Fine.

[tires squealing]

[groaning]

Are you OK?

[groaning]

Yeah, yeah,
except for the pain.

You were gonna
leave me back there.

MITCH: Yeah, and
I'm leaving you now.

- Get back here.
- Kiss my ass.

I'm getting as far away
from you two nuts as I can.

Those guys saw you with us.

And now they're
gonna be after me, too.

Good guess.

I don't know what
kind of macho bullshit--

Shut up.

If you don't keep
quiet, we're gonna die.

Hi, there.

[moaning]

[knocking]

MAYOR STILES: What is it, Bob?

There's been a shoot-out
on the East Side.

Two men are dead.

Apparently, your man,
Mace, was involved.

- Has he made contact?
- No, not yet.

What's on your mind?

Well, I just
can't help but feel

that involving this character
was a very bad idea.

Objection noted,
anything else?

No, that's all.

Jenkins, I'm counting on
you to see this through.

I understand.

David.

Hmm?

I just want you to know
how sorry I am about Donna.

Thank you.

Take this credit card.

Go in and get us a room.

Go on.

You'll be safe.

Oh, yeah, what it
somebody followed us, huh?

They didn't.

How do you know?

Because that's what I
do for a living, now go.

Go on.

How'd you find us?

It was easy.

I just said, follow that car.

I always wanted to do that.

So that's what you
do for a living, huh?

Well, I feel safe.

What did I tell you
about running off?

Right, oh, hey, listen.

People shoot at me, I run.

Well, maybe I, uh,
didn't make myself clear.

Now listen.

I owe you one already.

Let's not push this.

Look after her.

Where are you going?

To play a little baseball.

Do you realize
what you've done?

You've jeopardized
the entire operation.

Well, when I seen
him hook up with Mace,

I figured I'd
better make a move.

In broad daylight,
on a public street?

You do want that
promotion, do you not?

Yes, sir, I do.

Then you do exactly
as we discussed.

Don't think.

Just do.

Yes, sir.

Atkins.

Do not fail again.

Your death would be a great
loss to the department.

You do understand.

No, I don't.

I don't understand any of it.

Mace was right about one thing.

I'm a lousy date.

My last girlfriend ran all my
credit cards up to the limit,

and then she left
town in my car.

But I'm getting better at it.

This time, it only took
one date to ruin my life.

You're being a little hard
on yourself, don't you think?

Yeah, maybe, I don't know.

I should have never
come to New Orleans.

So why did you?

To get away, how about you?

Oh, I just got tangled up
with the wrong guy, a druggie.

Before I knew it, I
was out on the street,

supporting his habit.

He said he was going to
kick it and that we'd

move to California.

What happened?

He died.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I knew we weren't
going anywhere.

I guess I--

I-- I just didn't
want to be alone.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Hey, Mace, long time, no see.

So what's with the bat?

You, uh, you posted
bond for Mitch McCullum.

Who put up the money?

Come on, Mace.

You know I can't tell you that.

It's confidential.

What the hell is
the matter with you?

Are you nuts or something?

Who put up the money?

Calm down, all right?

Calm down.

Jesus Christ, that thing
cost me $2 grand, $2 grand.

Bail was $1 million.

Somebody had to put
up $100 large, cash.

Who?

Give me a break,
will you, man?

All right, all right,
his name was John Smith.

That's all I know.

He said that he was
the guy's uncle.

He didn't want anybody to
know who put up the money.

Bullshit.

My phone, you broke
my freakin' telephone.

I'll crack your head open
like an eggshell, Bernie.

I swear to God I will.

That's all I know.

He signed the
paperwork, John Smith.

It's in my file.

You can see for yourself.

Give me the file.

Aw, come on, Mace.

All right, all right, all right.

There, take it and get
the hell out of here.

I knew I could
count on you, Bernie.

Oh, and, uh, clean this
place up, will you?

It's a mess.

Clean it up?

I'll clean it up.

There, see?

It's clean now.

Oh, shit.

What up, Bobo?

Great, this is all I need.

What's the matter?

You're not happy to see me?

Go hassle someone
else, will you, Atkins?

I already had my turn today.

What did he want, Bernie?

You guys.

He wanted to know who put
up the money for McCullum.

He took the file.

You gave him the file?

Look at this place.

What choice did I have?

[chuckling]

He broke it up
with this here, huh?

No, he did it with
a fucking wiffle bat.

[laughter]

Way to go, Mace.

Went a little too far
this time, huh, Bernie?

MITCH: Who is it?

Landshark, open up.

Come on.

Open the door.

Burgers and beer, I
figured you might be hungry.

So you, uh, go out.

You kill a guy, and then you
stop off for a hamburger.

What are you talking about?

The bondsman, that's
where you were, isn't it?

Yeah, I picked up your file.

How did you know that?

The whole town knows it.

He's dead.

Dead?

Dead, beaten to death,
with a baseball bat.

OK, I'm gonna say this once.

I didn't do it.

Why are you involved in this?

Now come on.
Tell me why.

I want to know.

There are people out
there trying to kill me.

For all I know,
you're one of them.

If I was, you'd be dead.

That's not good enough.

What are you doing?

Calling the cops.

Put that down now.

What are you
gonna do, kill me?

Well, how about I just
kick your fucking ass?

Oh, will you
guys just stop it?

Stop it.

I don't even know why I'm here.

All I wanted was my clothes.

And it seems to me if you
guys are both innocent,

then you need each
other to figure it out.

And if not, for Christ's
sake, kill each other.

Save the taxpayers
some money, and let

me get the hell out of here.

I'm finished.

All right, short
and sweet, when

Stiles was chief of police
and running for mayor,

he had a few skeletons
in his closet.

So, uh, I played undertaker,
took the heat for him.

Even Donna didn't know about it.

So, uh, I lost my job
and my girl in one pop.

You were in love with her?

That's your bail file.

Take a look at it.

See any names in
there you recognize?

Yeah, yours.

I'm beginning to understand
how Lee Harvey Oswald felt.

So what are you gonna do now?

I don't know, but
I'll think of something.

Meanwhile, I suggest
we get some rest.

Something tells me
we're gonna need it.

We'll be right next door.

Hey, here's the room.

Somebody's got to keep watch.

Say, man, pretty nice ride.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

I, uh, if you want
it, let's make a deal.

Want to buy it?

Sure, I'll give you 138
for your keys and the wallet.

You, uh, drive a hard bargain.

[shouting in pain]

You're dead, man.

MITCH: Hey.

Damn.

Where did you learn to do that?

Bruce Lee.

You knew Bruce Lee?

I saw his movies.

Had to ask.

SARAH: Who is it?

Mace.

Hey.

Hey.

I thought maybe you
could use a little, uh--

Yeah?

Ah.

Look, Mace, I know
what you're thinking.

And that's not what it is.

Hmm.

Well, what you and I
did, that was just sex.

Uh-huh.

And this is different.

I kind of like this guy.

Good, good.

Sorry.

No, don't sweat it.

Women.

[music playing]

JENKINS: Right.

Mataray Motel Hanow Street,
first thing in the morning.

I'll be there.

I'm looking forward to it.

Get up.

Let's move.

Come on.
Shut up.

Get dressed.

All right, all right,
all right, just relax.

No, hey, hey, hey, hey, just--

Let's go.

Go after the other one.

Hey.

Got you now, asshole.

Think again.

Come on, up, up, slow.

Oh, yeah, give me that.

[chuckling]

All right, put your gun down.

Come down with your hands up.

I'll blow his head off.

Let's go.

Move.

So I call Jenkins,
and you show up.

That was pretty smart.

Drop a dime on him now,
and you can still walk out

of this smelling semi-clean.

You know what the problem is?

I'm going to miss killing you.

There it goes again.

Your mouth keeps writing
checks your ass can't cash.

It smarts, don't it?

Put this sorry thing in the car.

Don't forget his car, too.

Bennett, make the
call to Jenkins.

Shouldn't we wait
until the job is done?

Make the call.

[coughing]

Good morning, David.

What the hell are you doing?

I have some news for you.

I don't think I like
the tone of your voice.

Sit down, David.

This better be good.

Oh, it is.

It is good.

In fact, it's very, very good.

STILES: Right, get on with it.

Were you aware of the
fact that your daughter

was writing a book?

Well, yes, she
mentioned it on occasion.

Why?

Do you have any idea what
this book was to be about?

No, not really.

One chapter in
particular mentioned

something having to
do with you and her,

a chapter entitled "Incest."

What?

Incest.

You're crazy.

My daughter would
never say that.

I know.

I had to write it myself,
the only copy, I might add.

You killed my daughter.

You killed my daughter.

Sit down, David.

Sit down.

Why?

All right, let's talk.

Next spring, you're
going to begin

your campaign as governor, and
I plan to be on that ticket.

Only this time, I'm gonna
be on the top of the ticket.

You killed her for my office.

Do you really think that
I would waste my career

playing second fiddle to you?

Do you?

Shelley, I want to plan a
press conference for the mayor.

2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon?

Let me check.

2 o'clock good for you?

That will be fine, Shelley.

Thank you.

Now at that press
conference, David,

you will announce to the press
that due to the untimely death

of your daughter, you are going
to resign your post as mayor.

Now if you fail to comply,
the book will be released

to the press and to the public.

I think I get the
picture, Jenkins.

I thought you might.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

Out, out, out, come on.

All right, everybody spread out.
Now you take them under there.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Buddy, will you come on?

You, you, you, over there.

Let me guess.

You shoot them with my
gun, blame it on me.

And then you shoot
me with your gun?

How about that?

- Why?
- Wait.

Wait.
Wait.

Wait.

You said you just
wanted to question him.

Shut up, Garcia.

No, no, no, no, you didn't say
anything about killing anybody.

Well, welcome
to the real world.

Now which one of you all
wants to be first, huh?

Any preference?

I guess it's my choice.

Stop.

What?

Lower the gun.

I guarantee you don't
know what you're doing.

I'm gonna shoot,
and I mean it.

Get out of here.

Come on.
Run.

Now that's more like it.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I really am.

It's OK.

I understand.

I just couldn't let
you kill those people.

I couldn't.
- I understand.

Fool.

Come on.

Let's get 'em.

[gunfire]

You know how to drive
one of these things?

No, I'm gonna learn real fast.

Get the other boat.

Faster.

Come on.

Give it more juice.

I'd like to stay in the boat.

Keep it straight.

I'm doing my best.

It's getting better.

All right, get closer, closer.

Pull up alongside.

[snarling]

Oh, shit.

It's gone.

Yeah, I know.

Well, we can't just sit here.

We've got to do something.

Like what?

Like anything, I don't know.

Get some help.

From who?

We don't have any proof.

We just have four bodies.

Come on.

We've got to get out of here.

Come on.

You used to work here?

Hey, look.

I'm hanging out with a guy
who's wanted for murder.

And I'm not
complaining, all right?

Fair enough.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

Listen.

I've-- I've got
some money saved up.

And as much as I hate to admit
that I'm ready to run off

with another guy
again, I really think

we should just get on a bus and
get the hell out of this city.

What good would that do?

I'd still be wanted for murder.

But you won't be dead.

Which one of those
do you like better?

[ominous music]

One down, two to go.

I think we're in trouble.

Figured that out, did ya?

Get him up.

[screaming]

Nice gun, huh?

[chuckling]

Too bad I'm not
gonna get a chance

to thank old Mace for it.

[gun clicking]

Well, it's never too late.

Oh, not again, oh, not again.

Damn.

Hey, you're damn good.

Shit.

[growling]

Oh, shi--

[growling]

Jesus.

He's big.

Oh, shit.

SARAH: We thought you were dead.

I jumped.

You could have gotten
here a little sooner.

Give me a drink, Joe.

Single or double?

Both.

It's on the house.

It's time to go
cash this boy's check.

[groaning]

Now, then, say ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Now, then, when
I pull this out,

you're going to tell me
who you're working for,

or this steel will be
the last thing you taste.

Do you understand me?
- Uh-huh.

Huh?

Uh.

All right.

Jenkins, Deputy Mayor Jenkins.

- Who else?
- No, no.

Who else?

Him, it's all him, just him.

Scumbag.

Come on.

We've got work to do.

Come on!

Come on!

Damn, not again.

Come on, Mace.

Come on.

Hey, Mace.

Hey, Mace.

Come on out, boy.

Come on out, huh?

Face me like a man.

What do you say, huh?

Hey, Mace.

[gun clicking]

If you don't come out
now, I'll kill them both.

I'm not lying.

Mace, I always knew
you was a coward.

Come on!

Some friend.

[gun clicking]

[shouting]

That's gotta hurt.

[gavel pounding]

Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure

to introduce the mayor
of our fair city,

the honorable David Stiles.

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

It is with deep regret that
I stand before you today

to make an announcement that
will no doubt come as a shock

to you, as well as my
loyal constituents.

May I direct your attention
to my deputy mayor,

Mr. Robert Jenkins.

This man is responsible
for my daughter's murder.

[gasping]

Ladies and gentlemen,
since his daughter's death,

the mayor has been under
a great deal of stress.

The truth of the matter
is he had her killed,

and I have absolute proof.

I don't think so.

Atkins talked.

You're finished, Jenkins.

[screaming]

Stay back.
Stay

back.

Come on.

Come on.

That's far enough, Mace.

You've got nowhere
to run, Jenkins.

Drop the gun, or
he's a dead man.

- Shoot him!
- Shut up.

Drop it, or I'll kill him.

Go ahead.

Kill him.

I don't give a shit.

Then I'll kill you.

[gunshot]

Now drop it, or the
next one's in his head.

All right, what now?

I want a chopper here,
and I want it in 10 minutes.

If anybody else comes through
that door between now and then,

he is a dead man.

Do you understand?

Now move.

10 minutes.

Let's go.

Fly.

Take me to the Bahamas.

Sure thing, asshole.

You.

You--

What are you
gonna do, shoot me?

[beeping]

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell are you gonna do?

I like to play a little
game called chicken.

The trouble is I never
was very good at it.

So I guess you win.

Ciao.

Hey, hey.

Huh?

Geronimo!

[beeping]

No, no.

No, I, uh-- damn.

Damn it.

No, no!

[screaming]

That about does it.

I guess this is it.

I'm gonna miss you.

Remember, we'll
always have Paris.

[laughter]

Now that the mayor has
kind of straightened things

out for you, if he offers you
your job back on the force,

are you gonna take him up on it?

I wouldn't count on it.

- Let's go.
- Good luck in California.

If, uh, you guys get in
any trouble, don't call me.

Yeah, we'll send
you a postcard.

Oh, Mace.

What was that all about?

I owed you one.
Remember?

Why don't we, uh,
just call it even?

[chuckling]

It's a deal.

You take care of yourself.

Go on.

Get out of here,
you wacky kids, you.

[music playing]