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[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

♪ Please do me bad, baby

♪ I can see you wanna do it

♪ Just like we did before

♪ Let'’s take our love, sugar

♪ Baby, take your time

♪ And show me
How you can love me more

♪ You been away too long

♪ I'’m not that strong

♪ Now do me bad, and baby

♪ Let me feel
What I'’ve been missing

♪ Since you walked out the door

♪ We got our love, sugar

♪ Anything you want
You got it

♪ Just like we did before

♪ You been away too long

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Thanks, everybody.
We'’ll take a short break
and be right back.

That was great, baby.

Oh, ain'’t love grand?

Yeah.

So why don'’t you write
a song about it?

Johnny, you haven'’t met
my friend Mark Bugos,
Johnny Domino.

Nice to meet you.
How you doing?

You play a good horn.

Thanks.

Ever play
in the Big Apple?

Yeah, yeah,
couple of times
down the Village.

Yeah.

Couldn'’t make it, huh?

No. I just like
the West Coast.

Hey.

Not everybody'’s cut out
for the big leagues.

Whoo! Nice.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

So, Mark, why did you leave
the Big Apple?

It'’s the climate, you know?

The heat there
was killing me.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

MARK: Hello.

Hey, Dino.

I'’m here.

I got to go.

What'’s the matter?I got to get out of here.

Mark, wait!

Hey, watch it!

[GLASSES BREAKING]

What was that about?Don'’t know.

I'’m getting some
weird vibes from him.
I'’m going to check it out.

Sure.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPS] Okay.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Come on.

[LAUGHING]

Dino.

Die a fiery death.

You dirty rat.

[SCREAMING]

Ooh, what?

Oh! Oh!

Oh, I'’m killing him.

Die a fiery death.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, boy! You dirty rat.

[WHOOPING]

Whoa.

Black Knight.Night Man.

Long time no see.

I didn'’t know
you were back.

Just hit town.

We should try to get off
to a better start
than we did the last time.

[GRUNTS]

Sounds good to me.

I don'’t suppose
that'’s any of your handiwork?

No, but I think I know
who'’s in there.

[SIRENS WAILING]

I'’ll get in touch
with you later.Yeah.

Peace.

So the Black Knight
is back in town.
Did he say why?

We didn'’t have
time to chat.

You think he'’s connected
to Mark'’s death in some way?

Right now I'’m not sure
anyone fits in.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

We'’ll need to find out
what kind of explosives
were used.

Make that a top priority.

Well, well,
look at this.

A flock of feds.

Or is it a gaggle?

Nice t see you again,
Lieutenant Branca.Uh-huh.

To what do I owe the honor
of this visit?

We are here to confirm
the identity of the deceased.

It takes four of you
to do that?

Is it true the victim
was Mark Bugos?

That'’s right.
You know him?

We'’re not
at liberty to say.

However,
we will be taking over
this investigation.

Whoa, Inspector Grant.

Murder is not
a federal offense.

But bombings fall under
the Department of Alcohol,
Firearms and Tobacco.

Of which you are not.

All right, Lieutenant.

Let me rephrase
my earlier statement.

The federal government
would like to offer
your department

our assistance in solving
this crime.

[SCOFFS]

Why, thank you, Inspector.

I think we can work
together just fine.

As long as you remember
who is in charge of this case.

It must have been Slade.

I was only
a few minutes behind him
when that car went up.

So how did you lose him?

He must have got out
of tracking range

when I stopped
at the fire.

Yeah, you'’re probably right.
I just wish you were...

Why? What'’s up?

The victim, Mark Bugos...

he was actually Dino Terra.

The mob informant?

Yeah. After he
testified last year,

we gave him plastic surgery,
a new identity,

and relocation from New York
to Bay City.

So the mob hired Slade
to find him and take him out.

Probably.

There'’s some chance
Dino got nailed

for something he did
as Mark Bugos.

He was still a wise guy
at heart.

But we'’re warning all
the other protected witnesses
in the area.

Sounds like
I better find Slade.

Yeah, you should
have seen him.

Four feds standing there
with egg on their face.

[CHUCKLING]

Sounds like
a real Kodak moment.Mm-hmm.

Good work.Thanks.

Now I just got
one problem.

RALEIGH: What'’s that?

Solving the damn case.

I'’m afraid we can help you.

Bugos got a five-second call
that scared the hell out of him.

Yeah, and then
he blasted out of here

like the devil himself
was after him.

Hmm.

Well, judging by
the crime scene,

I'’d say the devil caught him.

[GRUNTS]

Sweet.

Such a pretty girl.

RALEIGH: Looks like
Mark Bugos'’ life
is pretty much an open book.

Would you like to know
what he got in fifth grade
history?

Oh, come on,
you'’re kidding.

No, man. I'’ve never seen
records this complete.

Is there any chance
it'’s too complete?

You know, it'’s weird.

I mean, most of us do have
little gaps or inconsistencies
in our lives.

Yeah.

You think someone
made it up?

You know, Briony just said
that the feds are interested
in Mark'’s murder.

I'’ll give her a call.

I'’m good.

Gotcha!

[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]

Peace.Stay down.

BRIONY: Inspector Grant.

Lieutenant Branca.

What can I do for you?

Well, you can tell the truth
for a change.

About?

We could start
with Mark Bugos.

His idea is phony,
his past is manufactured,

which means he was probably
in the Federal Witness
Protection Program.

I'’m impressed.

Impressed enough
to level with me?

Let'’s talk upstairs.

GRANT: His real name
was Dino Terra.

He was the third
protected witness
killed this week.

Third?

Two others
in the Los Angeles area
three days ago.

Same basic MO,

including the use
of explosive ordnance.

Do you ever hear
of a hitman named Slade?

Slade?

I thought he was
some kind of myth.

Oh, yes. And more.

Slade is living
at the moment

right here in Bay City.

No kidding.

I'’ve certainly heard
a lot of stories about him.

Mostly true.

Big as a house,
strong as an ox,
trained as a marine.

A LRRP, long-range
reconnaissance patrol.

Yeah, yeah.

I heard this one story
about his being in Burma

before it became Myanmar,
you heard that one?

That was true.

Four men, recon team,
checking things up

when the military coup
occurred.

He got cut off and surrounded
by a company size force. Huge!

The others had given
him up for dead.

The man walked
out of the jungle
the next morning.

Carrying ten
Kalashnikov rifles.

I thought Slade
was a myth.

Not according
to Inspector Grant.

Man, I have heard
some stories.

You think it was Slade
that called him?

Looks like it.

No wonder Mark or Dino
took off in such a panic.

Yeah. So it sounds like
you and Grant are finally
seeing eye to eye.

Well, not all together.

That'’s why I'm here
talking to you guys.

Oh.

I thought it was just payback
for giving you the tip
on Bugos'’ phony history.

Actually, I'’m here because
Art Bryson is back in town.

That'’s why
I'’m talking to Grant.

So, what about him?

Well, last time around
Art and I didn'’t exactly
form a lasting bond.

[LAUGHING] No kidding.

[SIGHS]

Police. Hands on the bar.

Do it now.

What'’s this about?

We'’ll talk about it
on the way downtown.

Hey, how was I supposed to know
he'’d infiltrate the gang's
undercover operative.

So maybe he'’s doing
the same thing
this time around.

[SIGHS] Except this time
there is no gang.
Slade always works alone.

Art could be working
on a totally different case.

That'’s true but...

Look.

You'’ve always seemed to know
what was on Art'’s mind.

If he does show up here,

I'’d really appreciate whatever
those instincts of yours
can tell me.

Sure.

[BEEPING]

Okay. Your power pack
is fully charged,

but it'’s not going
to last you all night.

I won'’t be long.
Stay in touch.

You got it.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

I got you.

[SNORING]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING CONTINUES]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hmm.

Hmm.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Lights out!

It'’s been swell
dancing with you, darling.

But I think
we'’ll finish our business

some place
a little more private.

[GRUNTS]

Come on.

[LOUD THUD][GROANS]

Oh. [LAUGHING] Oops.

[LOUD THUD]

Oh. Sorry about that.

Wouldn'’t want to be rude.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, sugar, this is what
I was telling you.

Much, much better
all alone, ain'’t it?

Oh, God, I love this part.

It'’s where you die...

when I kill you.

This is my kind of ending,
Black Knight.

I wish I could say
I'’m sorry,

but into that old black night
you go, baby.

Say good night,

Knight.

[GRUNTS]

Eat lead!

Come get some!

[GROANS]

Come here.

[GRUNTS]

Sucker.

Ow!

Get over here.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[GRUNTS] Get off me!

SLADE: See you real soon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.

It'’s me.

Night Man.Yeah.

How do you feel?

Not too bad.

Considering I didn'’t expect
to wake up at all.

Guess you had something
to do with it, huh?

I just happened to be
in the neighborhood.

[GROANS]You sure you'’re okay?

[SIGHS] Yeah.

I'’ll be a lot better
when we catch Slade.

Yeah.

Give me a chance
to return this.

This attack
was no coincidence.

Slade knew I was coming.

I think you'’ve got a leak.Where?

None of the support staff
know anything about
this operation.

So you'’re basically accusing
one of my squad
of selling us out.

That'’s exactly
what I'’m saying.

Oh, come on, Art.

I'’ve worked with these men
for nearly ten years.

We'’ve all laid our lives
on the line for each other.

Okay, you tell me
what'’s going on.

Maybe I can.

[BEEP]Harris,

did you get those motel
phone records yet?

That'’s affirmative, sir.

Bring them in.

What time did you arrive
at the motel?

Little after 11:15.All right.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Harris,

did Slade get a phone call
last night around 11:15?

Uh, yes, sir, 11:17.
Lasted less than a minute.

Do we know where
it came in from?

From the payphone
in front of the motel.

Mystery solved.

Slade must have had a look out
posted somewhere
outside the motel.

He saw you coming, Art.

[RAP SONG PLAYING]

Those guys
are pretty good, huh?

Oh, yeah.
They are going to kill.

I'’m thinking of adding
another week to their booking.

So did you get in touch
with Art?

Yeah, the feds said
that Slade hired some guy

to watch his back
outside the motel.

And he warned him
I was coming.

Too bad they didn'’t contact us
for assistance.

We could'’ve had a squad team
there inside in 20 minutes.

JOHNNY: Something is not right.

What are you thinking?

They said that
this guy called Slade

from a payphone
in front of the motel.

Yeah, so?

If Slade went through
the trouble
to hire someone,

he wouldn'’t use payphone.

Right. Someone else
could'’ve been using it
at the critical moment.

So you think the feds
are lying to Art?

Maybe I should run
my own phone check
on that motel.

Later.

Oh, daddy loves you.

Booyah.

Nice.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Speak to me.

I'’m ready to rock.
You want me to roll.

A lady?

Nice.

Right.

Delicious.

Lieutenant.

I'’ve tried to put aside
our past differences

and to work with you
as an equal.

But when you walk in here
making that kind
of wild accusation...

There is nothing
wild about it.
I assure you.

One of your men
is a traitor.

And I can prove it.

All right. Who?

Agent Harris.

Please!

See for yourself.

Harris called Slade
on his cell phone last night

to warn him
about Art Bryson.

Then he falsified
the phone records
he gave you.

These are the authentic ones.

That'’s not all.

Here'’s the record
for a safe deposit box
that he rented last month.

I expect you'’ll find it loaded
with mob payoffs.

Harris?

I can'’t believe it.

But you'’re right.
You got the proof.

[SIGHS]

Guess the newspapers
are going to have
a field day with this.

Not for me.

I'’ve kept it strictly
between us.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I really appreciate that.

Now, I guess we better
get this over with.

Harris, could you come in.
Bring Keller and Aldrich too.

On our way, sir.

Why involve them?

We'’ve always been a team,
good or bad.

Sir.

Gentlemen,
we have a problem.

Lieutenant Branca here
has brought me proof
that one of you is a traitor.

Therefore, you know
what we have to do.

Get rid of her.

Okay, that'’s the plan.See you later.

Be careful.Yes, sir.

When you get this message
give me a call at the club.

Thanks.

You haven'’t got a hold
of Briony, yet?No.

I talked to Nance
down at the station.

He said that she got
those phone records
and took off to see Grant,

and he doesn'’t think
that she'’s been back.

And since her shift
officially ended
about an hour ago,

doesn'’t expect to see her
till tomorrow.

Did you try out
her house?

And on her cell phone.
I left messages in both places.

You know, I wouldn'’t
worry about her.
I'’m sure she's fine.

Put her over there.

All right. All right!

Get your hands off me!

GRANT: Sit her down.

All right, you stay here
with her.

We'’ll go take care
of our other problem.

All right.

You know, you guys
are never going
to get away with this.

GRANT: Mm-hmm?

And why is that?

BRIONY: Come on.

Four agents,

all selling out at once.

Yeah, right.

[SNICKERING]

So this is where
you'’re going to be,
the Howard residence?

No.

Wait a minute. I thought
you and Art decided to...

We did.

But Slade'’s always been
one step ahead of us.

The only way
to catch this guy is...

be unpredictable.

Makes sense.
So where you going?

I'’ll be in touch.

Anything going on?

No. Not here.

What'’s up?

One of the locals
is getting in the way.

Nothing we can'’t
handle, though.

You got three guys
working over time
to tell me that.

You know me, Art.

Always willing to spend
the taxpayers'’ money
at the slightest whim.

Actually, this local problem
is gonna necessitate
a slight change of plan.

What kind of change?

We got to move
faster, Art.

Get rid
of the dead wood.

I'’m not sure
I follow you.

Maybe we can
help with that.

Gentlemen.

[GUNS CLICK]

Let'’s take
a little ride, Art.

So, what'’s your hunch?JOHNNY: What?

[LAUGHING]

I know you'’re playing a hunch.
So, what is it?

All of Slade'’s victim
have been in the
Witness Protection Program.

And there is big case
being tried right now.

Oh, right.
The Grandizio case
in Chicago.

And the star witness is testifying tomorrow.

Grandizio'’s girlfriend. So?

So if they wanted
to sent her a message,

they might go after
another girlfriend.

Singer. Oh, man, you think
Slade might be going after her?

That'’s right.

Raleigh, I'’ve got him.

[GUN COCKING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

Yeah, this better be good.

Wait a minute.

What'’s the matter? He'’s stopping.

Did he see you?

No.

He'’s talking
on his cell phone.

Are you sure?

Yeah, well, listen junior G-man,
it really doesn'’t matter to me.

Right.

Whatever.

Feds.

Go figure.

He'’s turning around.

You still gonna go
after him?

Yeah. I'’ll keep in touch.

So you guys coordinated
this whole murder spree,

told the mob where
the witnesses were,

help set up the targets.

Slade doesn'’t need anyone
to set up his targets.

And I bet you got his back
if anything goes wrong, huh?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Don'’t grab me like that.

BRIONY: Art Bryson.

So you'’re the local that
outsmarted these crooks.

Guilty.

I see by those handcuffs
you are the one honest person
in their whole organization.

Looks like it.

BRYSON:
Which one of you heroes
is gonna be the trigger man?

Somebody
volunteered for it?

Maybe you'’re going
to draw straws.

We'’re not killers, Art.

We leave that
to the professionals.

[CHUCKLES]

Speak of the devil.

And I do mean that
quite literally.

You rang.

That'’s Slade.

I guess if we'’re gonna go
may as well be at the hands
of a celebrity.

We'’re catching some heat,
so we'’re gonna have
to terminate the operation.

We'’ll need your help

tying up a couple
of loose ends.

You know my price.

Consider it met.

Consider them done.

Look, you'’re gonna have
to be careful

about when and where
the bodies are found.

SLADE: That'’s not a problem.
See, it'’s all in the cut.

Art.

Don'’t turn around.

Just hold very still.

Art, can you take care
of the legs?

I'’ll keep 'em busy.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?

We didn'’t even touch it.
It just fell over.

It doesn'’t just fall over!

HARRIS: You calling me
a liar?

I'’m calling you
an inch away from death.

Hey, come on now, you guys.
Just take it easy.

Go.

GRANT: Take it easy,
all right?

They'’re running!

Hey.

Freeze, Lieutenant!

[GRUNTS]

Hello, boss.

[SCOFFS]

Girls.

Come on out, heroes.

I got the girl.

Come on!

You know I'’ll kill her.

All right.

Stay.

Don'’t you ever die?

Looks like you get to become
part of the old Slade legend.

You did put up
a hell of a fight, though.

Too bad you just came up
a little short.

BRYSON:
Is that right?

I don'’t suppose you'd like
to try me head up.

Don'’t get cute.

What you got
to lose, big man?

You standing there holding
a single shot grenade launcher.

Shut up and stand still!

I don'’t want to waste
the ammunition.

You know what I like to do
in situations like this?What?

Charge!

Yeah!

Huh!

No way.

Super Zero.

Got to try.

Go ahead. Take a breath.

It'’ll be the last one
you ever take.

Are you okay?

Broke a couple of ribs,
I think.

[SIRENS WAILING]

You better go meet
your backup, Lieutenant.

Stay with him.
I'’ll get you a paramedic.

How did you know
the shell'’s a dud?

It wasn'’t.What do you mean?

Army training.

The shell has to spin
several thousand times
before it arms itself.

Usually takes
about 15 yards.

[GROANS]

So it couldn'’t explode.Yeah.

[SIRENS WAILING]

We better disappear.

What about
the lady cop?

We'’ll let her take
credit for the bust.

Okay by me.

Oh. Be careful.

Some super hero.Yeah, your mama.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]