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Was all of it for nothing?

See? They didn't accept me.
The psychiatrist said no.

I'm not sick.

What do I do now?

Tell me, please, what now?

This is Todd, and
I can't come to the phone right now.

But don't hang up, okay? I hate these
machines just as much as you do.

Anyway, leave a message after the
beep, tell me why you called

and I swear to God I'll
call you back, okay?

Wait for the beep.

I called to see
if you were home.

I have to kill you tonight.

I have to kill you tonight.

This is very auspicious, Dietz.

You're removing your uniform
for the very last time.

Don't break my balls.

Did you hear that? The
guy makes detective,

the first thing he does is
turn on his old friends.

That's not true. I
never liked you guys.

So who's comin'?

Where you goin'?

Kelly's. Oh, you buying?

Yeah, why not?

Let's bust him.

Officer Dietz.

Yes, Lieutenant Cardoza.

Get that locker cleared out?

Yes, Lieutenant Cardoza.

Put the show on the road.

Thank you, Lieutenant Cardoza.

Hey, Dietz.

Bye, Archie.

Adios, Dietz, good luck.

I'm tellin' you, don't
worry about it.

It's probably just some wacko.

Oh, shit. You know, that's
what I'm afraid of.

Look, I got a tape.

You want this tape?

No. It's got his voice on it.

Give me the tape.

Okay, the investigators will
call you in a couple of days.

When they do, you tell
them what you told me.

A couple of days?

Hey, we've got a lot of work.

We don't have a lot of people.

It'll take 3 or 4 days for
them to get to your report.

Meantime, go home, lock
your doors, go to sleep.

If the guy calls you,
call us, all right?

Have a good night.

Here.

It's all right.

It's easy.

Let me help you.

There.

It's over.

What do you feel
like for breakfast?

Dying.

Oh, come on, wake up.

All right.

Oh, Detective Dietz,
don't you look handsome?

Corey. Corey!

I'd love you to practice, but not
first thing in the morning, huh?

Good morning.

What are you makin'?

Avocado omelet.

How about sausage and peppers?

Sausage and peppers? Next time
your mom and dad come to visit.

Yeah, well, I don't
even have the time.

You got plenty of time,
take your vitamins.

No, I want to get there early. You
know, introduce myself to the guys.

Sam, can you do me a favor?

Just this once, try and remember

that you don't have to set the
world on fire your first day.

I know, just be myself.

No.

I said, you don't have to
set the world on fire.

Like, be mellow?

Carol, that's so west coast.

Kid, never marry a girl
from the west coast.

I don't like girls.

Well, don't marry a boy
from the west coast either.

Avocado omelet up.

I gotta go. Be good, I love you.

My hero, are you nervous?

Naw.

A little.

I thought so.

She does that to me
all the time, too.

All right, captain, I'm
workin' on it right now.

Yeah, and why don't you
quit smokin', too?

I'm tryin'.

I think above and beyond that, you
got to go through Captain Blakely,

except you don't wanna do that.
He's a jerk-off.

You're better off going through his
secretary Francine, over there.

This is gonna be your desk.

Just scrape that shit off, put
your stuff in the drawer.

Everybody, listen up.

This is Sam Dietz. He's gonna
be working with me now.

How're you doin'?

Nice talking to you.

Nice jacket.

Malloy, homicide. Hollywood.

Take the rookie with you.

Rookie?

Come on, let's go.

I got a name. He
calls me rookie?

Is that the jerk-off?

No, that's another one.

How many jerk-offs
you got around here?

Got exactly 8. Hope
you don't make 9.

Jeez, standing here reminds me.

Remember that one where the
girl strangled her boyfriend

with a soap-on-a-rope?
Were you on that?

No, no, that was Bob Connely.

I was on that classy one.

The guy drowned his
girl in the toilet.

Oh, yeah, yeah!
Did you ever break that?

No.

Hey, take this to the lab.

Who is this... this guy?

Oh, MacAfee retired.
This is my new partner.

Oh.

Bulldog, what are you doin'?

Checkin' things out.

Yeah?

Why don't you, uh, sniff around
out there, see what you can find?

Okay.

What do you think
these condos go for?

Find anything?

That knife he was killed
with belonged to the victim.

He's got a whole set of them.

So?

So why would he get killed
with his own steak knife?

Maybe his girlfriend
was a vegetarian.

His girlfriend wouldn't have to look
up his address and underline it.

Well, maybe he was a male hooker,
and he stumbled on a burglar.

Burglar? He's got a watch and a ring
in plain sight on the dresser, Malloy.

Maybe the killer was blind, but
I'll bet you've got a better idea.

Better than a male hooker
with a vegetarian girlfriend

who finds a blind burglar
in his bathroom, huh?

You've been a detective for 2 hours,
you've got all the right answers?

Our boys said all the lights
were on in the apartment.

So the stiff was
afraid of the dark.

He sure was last night.

Now look,

the shower curtain's
pulled back.

That's not the way
he normally kept it.

You're probably wondering
how I figured that out.

If you keep a plastic
shower curtain pulled back,

you get mildew in the folds.

No mildew.

How about that?

Now, this other thing
is just a guess.

But I'm saying, Todd comes
into the apartment,

he thinks somebody else is here.
He gets a knife from the kitchen,

turns on all the lights, and he
comes in here. He's looking.

He pulls the shower
curtain back...

Hold it.

He was behind the curtain.

You can practically see through this. You
can't hide behind something like that.

So where did he come from?

From out there.

Todd pulls it back, he
doesn't find anybody.

He turns around, the killer comes
through the door, they scuffle.

Ba-bing, Todd goes
down just like that.

What, do you think
this is a joke?

Oh, oops.

Would you excuse us, please?

Let me tell you somethin'
about police work.

All that stuff you just figured
out so brilliantly is bullshit.

That's okay, because most
of what we do is bullshit.

But the bullshit that you just
dumped on us is useless bullshit.

It doesn't help us.

Well, thanks for your
advice, old-timer.

Hey, knock off the old-timer stuff. I
don't want a snot-nose for a partner.

Then don't tell me
I'm not helping.

You're not helping us.
You wanna help us?

Tell us who the
fuck this guy is!

What the fuck is with the phone book?
Who the fuck killed him?

Now how the fuck do I know?
It's my first day.

That's right, it's
your first day.

We all acted that way on our first day.
It's, uh, sort of a tradition.

Come on, let's get
somethin' to eat.

Eat?

I think that we ought to
get something to eat.

We wait for the lab report, wait for
the autopsy, we wait for the prints.

Then we make with the theories.
Thanks.

I just feel like we ought to
be doin' something, Malloy.

Like interrogating someone?

Oh, yeah?

Excuse me.

What exactly was your
relationship to the deceased?

All right, all right.

We eat.

Hello?

Hello?

Los Angeles Police Department.

We're sorry, all available
lines are busy.

Stay on the line. An officer
will answer your call

in the order in which it was received.
Thank you.

This message will repeat until an
officer is available to help you.

Police emergency. This is Officer Rosko.
May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to report a prowler.
I believe I heard somebody...

Oh, my God!

Hello, ma'am, can you hear me?

Hello? Ma'am? Is
it an emergency?

Are you having a
medical emergency?

Hello?

Do you need help, ma'am?

Hello? Are you
still on the line?

Ma'am, I'm sending a
unit out right away.

No!

No!

Yeah, take it.

Both hands.

It's easy.

See?

Yes.

Yes.

Isn't that better?

So we went to the bathroom, and
the body is lying on the floor

with a note right on the chest.

Do we have to discuss
this at dinner?

Sorry.

Dinner's great.

How's the roast?

What, are you kidding me?
Red meat instead of tofu?

I think I died and
went to heaven.

Well, it's a special occasion.

It's your first
dinner as a dick.

What's a dick?

That's another word
for detective.

How was your day?

Thank you for asking.
It was very good.

I picked up a new client.

No kidding.

Mmm-hmm, a little restaurant on
Union, called the Rathskeller.

They need a dozen ferns
and a couple of trees.

It's gonna be cute.

Ferns? Oh, that's, that's great.

All right. Sam,
what happened then?

All right, so I'm trying to piece this
thing together, right, get some clues.

This clown, all he wants to do is stand
around and wait for the report to come in.

That sounds reasonable.

That's not how we
did it in New York.

Well, honey, maybe that's
how they do it in L.A.

Did we check the basement?
This broken window here?

Son of a bitch!

What time?

Dispatch got the call at 6:48.

They traced it here 6:52.

First wheels got
here about 7:22.

Come on. Did you get a
load of this place?

I bet it's worth $2.5 million
if it's worth a nickel.

Malloy, come on, what
have we got here?

We got ourselves a
stiff: Angela Taylor,

- Caucasian, age 39.
- Songwriter.

You know, I actually caught her on the
Cosby show once plugging her stuff.

She was a great-looking broad.
Yeah. Yeah.

Anyway, the guy comes in
through the skylight,

chases her downstairs, he
strangles her with a piano wire,

he sticks her in a dryer.

No, he didn't stick her in the dryer.
He found her in the dryer.

What, no mildew again?

No, she kicked the shit
out of the insides.

You got anything over there?

Not so far, I haven't...

Malloy, uh, could you
refresh my memory again?

Now tell me, what exactly
are we waiting for?

What you always wait for
in a goddamn homicide.

An eyewitness, a confession or the
accumulation of a shitload of evidence.

How about a sign from God?

What, are you getting
wise with me?

Look, can I talk to
you for a second?

Over here.

What?

Hey, let's go over here,
away from all this.

What's up? I wanna get
the hell out of here.

Uh, Malloy, let... let
me tell you somethin'.

See, when I was on the force in New
York, we caught the Son of Sam.

You know how we caught him?

500 guys bustin' their tail in
500 directions around the clock.

We had one poor schlub who had to
check out all the parking violations

written near the murders
on the slim outside chance

that the motherfucker was parked
illegally while he was killing people.

But then we had another bunch of
poor schlubs, myself included,

who had to follow up every fucking
one of those fucking tickets,

and believe me, Malloy, we thought that
it was one jack shit waste of time

until two of our guys
from Yonkers found him.

And they busted that
son of a bitch.

So don't give me this
stand-around-and-wait bullshit,

'cause I don't buy it.

Hey, I know where
you're comin' from.

You think we're
dragging our asses,

and you wanna do
something constructive.

You're right.

Shit, okay.

Captain Blakely, you
haven't met him yet.

He's gonna want a report
first thing in the morning.

What do you say
you take that on?

Yeah, it's better than nothing.

Okay, great.

Just make sure it's good,
because Captain Blakely,

Jesus, he's got high
standards, just like you.

How's it going?

Good.

You've got a great
big knot back here.

What's the matter?

This thing tonight,
this Taylor woman,

she tries to hide, right?

Mmm-hmm.

2 feet from her is a toolbox with
hammers, chisels, screwdrivers.

She could have beat the
guy to a bloody pulp.

Instead she crawls
inside of the dryer.

Sammy, not everybody
is a fighter.

I know that, Carol, but if you act like
a victim, you're gonna be a victim.

What's really bothering you?

I really wanna do my job, and
this guy's not lettin' me.

Sam, if you wanna do it so bad,
you're going about it the wrong way.

But he's makin' me crazy.

I can't seem to convince him
to let me do what I can do.

You really didn't tell him the
Son of Sam story, did you?

You know what you need?

What? Hmm.

Oh, come on, Carol, it's late.
Come on.

Every time that you feel
frustrated by Malloy,

I want you to say something
nasty to the plant.

Insult it, threaten
its little life,

and pretty soon it's
going to be droopy,

the leaves are gonna get brown.
Hmm?

You're gonna feel like you really
accomplished something. I know you will.

Get it out. Get it out.
No, come on.

No, no, no, come on. Now you try it.
Give it your best shot, Sam.

Go ahead. Go on.

You eat shit.

Sam.

That's not an insult to a plant.

I hope you get root
rot, you little fuck.

That's good. That's
very, very good.

I think I almost saw it
starting to cringe there.

You know, I think I'm going to
finish this report in the morning.

Very good idea.

Come in.

This report is excellent.
You type this, Malloy?

No, sir.

Detective Dietz typed it.

Uh-huh. This is good.
This is real good.

Nice margins.

Did you see this morning's Times?
"Police Hunt Sunset Killer."

You didn't give
them that, did you?

No, no, no, sir.

All we told them was that there was no
definite link between the killings.

The fact that they took place
near Sunset Boulevard at sunset.

Coincidence.

What about the phone book thing?

Well, we didn't tell them that.

We were afraid of a copycat.

This lunatic is trying
to show the world

that he can pick
anybody at random

from a phone book and kill 'em
and make us look like idiots.

And I'd just as soon the world
didn't get that message.

So let's keep a lid on it, okay?

Excuse me, captain.

A little publicity might
be just what we need here.

I mean, those people are dead because
they did exactly the wrong thing.

Maybe we should tell people.

If they think someone's
in their home, get out.

Don't go looking, don't make
phone calls, don't hide.

Get out, then call us.

Maybe we could save
some lives that way.

And maybe you'd like to
work the switchboard

when we get 100,000
calls a night

to help little old ladies
into their apartments.

I think you're exaggerating
a little bit, captain.

Look, Dietz, if you
argue with me,

you're gonna find yourself
working the airport.

Now, until I say otherwise,
we keep a lid on it.

Understand? Get out!

You know what to do.

No, captain, I don't
know what to do.

Try catching the son of a bitch.

Fucking moron.

He's the jerk-off. You're
the fuckin' moron.

Where are you goin'?

I'm goin' to take the
jerk-off's advice.

He can't help it,
he's from New York.

What's that?

That's jaywalking.

The other one, the Taylor woman?
She's clean.

Has either of them ever been under
investigation for anything?

No.

In both instances, it appears
that the victims were forced

to participate in
their own deaths.

The wide knife-entry wound on Mr. Arthur's
body indicates a definite struggle.

As you can see, there are
minute traces of latex

we found on the piano wire.

So we figured he was
wearing rubber gloves.

That's probably why
there were no prints.

Francine, is there like a police
psychiatrist or somebody like that?

You've only been
on the job 2 days.

It's not for me.

I know. You want
it for a friend.

Yeah.

I love you, don't ever change.

Dr. Park? Uh, this is
Detective Dietz, L.A.P.D.

Uh, I'd say that this guy
is seriously fucked up.

At last, somebody who
speaks my language.

So what else?

Uh, two notes aren't a hell
of a lot to go on, really.

These would indicate
he's a taunter.

Extremely self-confident.

Very successful at
whatever he attempts.

And he doesn't mind telling you
just how successful he is.

You think we're gonna
hear from him?

I mean, without finding a body
attached to one of those?

Probable, if killing simply for the
sake of killing begins to bore him.

Then, then you're saying
that there's gonna be more.

Unfortunately, yeah.

You might wanna
consider the victims.

A movie extra and a songwriter.

They're industry-related.

I'm sorry, I'm getting
into your territory now.

Believe me, I could
use the help.

It's a tough one, Dietz.

Maybe he's just crazy.

I could have said that.

But I get paid for it.

No, no, Carol, you go ahead and eat.
I don't know how late I'll be.

Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to.

All right, all right,
I love you, too.

I thought we discussed this.

What are you doin'
still dressed?

Arthur, you are my boss.

Okay, let's see what's hidden
behind door number one.

Looky, looky, looky,
what have we got here?

Here's a little
somethin' for you.

And I'll go get something
for the both of us.

Phone rings, don't answer it.

Arthur, don't take too long.

She's hot to trot.

$25.99.

I'll write it off.

Yes!

Arthur, what's taking so long?

Don't be afraid. I'll help you.

It's easy.

Yes.

Arthur, I'm waiting!

Get in here now, Arthur!

I want you now.

You take too long, Arthur.

If you want me now,
you'll have to force me.

No!

See?

You did it.

That's good.

Hey, Malloy.

Ernie! How are you?

Okay. Can you give me
something for the 11:00?

I'll snoop around and let you know.
Carmen, you look beautiful.

Hiya, cutie.

What does a condo like this go for?
$100,000?

Hey, early bird. Who's
the mystery victim?

Read this. No clues, no nothing.

What is it?

The asshole left it.

You're kidding.

"Where are police when
you really need them?"

Oh, funny. Funny. Heard
there was a girl.

Yeah, and our friend
killed her, too.

Look, Malloy, I... I hope you don't
think this is useless bullshit,

but isn't there
something strange?

Hold on a second.

Arthur Taylor? Yeah.

Todd Arthur. Angela Taylor.

For Christ's sake, it's as plain
as the nose on your face.

What is?

Arthur Taylor. The
person we're warning.

This is the guy they're really after.
Come on.

Let's go talk to
the news people.

Anybody talks to you, just say,
uh, "No habla Ingles." Okay?

Yeah, sure.

Good kid.

Just hold off on the
name thing for 48 hours

and I promise to give you
everything we've got.

What time
did the attack take place?

What time?

7:15.

Bill! I mean, who
are you kidding?

You won't go on record that this
was yet another sunset murder?

No comment. You're calling
it that, we're not.

Does this look like
Sunset Boulevard?

What are you tryin' to do?
Start a panic?

Do you have a
description of him?

Yes. No.

Shit!

What are you so grumpy about?

I think you're wrong, man. And you don't
wanna listen. This guy is a psychopath.

I'm not arguing with you.
He's a psychopath.

No, no, no, I don't
think he's gonna stop.

He'll stop when we nail him.

You just don't give a shit!

Who the hell is raining
on your parade?

You are, man. You are.

Sam?

You think I handled that well?

I love you. What do you
want me to say? No?

I really felt like punching the guy's
lights out because he just won't listen.

Have you tried being reasonable?

I mean, just sitting him down and
discussing it calmly with him?

Sure, you know me.

Yes, I do know you, and
that's why I'm asking.

We've been through this same
thing before, remember?

No, that was different.
Cardoza was a jerk-off.

You said that this new
guy is a jerk-off.

That's a different jerk-off.

Well, until you learn how to
deal with these jerk-offs,

you're never gonna get
what you want, Sam.

But, Carol... Hi, sweetie.

Hey, you little snoop.

Hi, dad.

What are you doing out of bed?

I couldn't sleep.

I want to hear you tell
what you did today.

Story time's over. Why
don't you go back to bed?

No.

Corey, darling...
I'll handle this.

You're looking for a knuckle
sandwich if you don't move.

Good job, boss.

Sweetheart, I know that you love
to hear your daddy's stories,

but it's not polite to
listen to people talk

when they don't know
you're there, is it?

But we'll forgive you,
if you'll run off,

get right back into bed and
have sweet dreams, okay?

Night-night, honey.

Good night.

Reasonable.

I could have done that.

Do it with Malloy.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll buy him some
Roger Rabbit jammies.

Dad, what's a jerk-off?

Ask your mother.

Mom, what's a jerk-off?

Bed!

No, don't give me nougies.
You go bald that way.

Yeah?

If you say, "I told you so,"
I'll bust you in the chops.

He hit again last night. Twice.

What?

Yeah. I just got the call.

Connely's already on it.

You there?

Yeah.

Uh, listen,

why don't I come by
and pick you up?

You wanna pick me up? Why?

You know, carpool. Save energy.

Give us a chance to talk.

Okay, bulldog.

Guess what the two
stiffs had in common?

What?

They're both named
Arthur Taylor.

We made the papers.

Yeah?

Yeah.

"Hollywood Division detectives
Bill Malloy and Sam Dietz

"Refused to disclose anything regarding
the double murder at the scene.

"Police officials will
neither confirm nor deny

"that this latest crime was the work
of the so-called Sunset Killer.

"But Detective Malloy
did call the murders:

'the senseless acts
of a sick mind.'"

Oh, by the way,

I understand the nutcase pen
pal sent us a hot note.

What?

Somethin' like, uh, "I'm
getting closer, are you?"

Jesus. How many more Arthur Taylors
are there in the phone book?

I'm way ahead of you.

Maybe we should see if
they're still alive.

I already called it in.

If they are, we should tell them
Tijuana is nice this time of year.

Oh, that's a good idea.

Uh, Malloy, one other thing.

It's been bothering
me a little bit.

I don't wanna spit in the
face of modern science

and I don't wanna challenge
your authority or experience...

No, certainly.

...but I think it's time
we take after this guy.

I knew this couldn't last.
Jesus Christ.

I mean, what do we
know about him?

He's good at breaking
in and killing.

Why don't we get a couple of poor
schlubs, just like in the old days,

sit down at a file cabinet start
pulling jackets on murders, assaults,

burglaries, prowlers,
escaped lunatics?

How about escaped lunatics
with parking tickets?

Um, my wife is gonna
be very upset

if this reasonable
crap doesn't work.

Your wife is gonna be upset?

Yes. Well, come on,
give me a break.

All right, kiddo. I'll
call Captain Blakely.

He'll recruit us some slubs.

Not slubs. Schlubs!

Whatever.

Arthur Taylor?

Yeah.

We... We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Do you mind if we come in?

Yeah.

Do I have any what?

Any enemies, Mr. Taylor.
Do you have any enemies?

Well, hell, yes, I got enemies.

I got hundreds of them,
probably even thousands.

I wouldn't even know
where to begin.

You want some prunes?

No, thanks. Never touch 'em.

Well, for a man your age,
they're very good for you.

Uh, Mr. Taylor, we
don't wanna upset you,

but maybe there's somebody you
could stay with for a while.

Are there people you
could stay with?

Uh, you mean broads?

How about family?

I'll bet they'd
love to have you.

You know somethin'?
You're an asshole.

And you're full of shit.

And you're a bastard.

Well, what the hell? I guess
now that we know each other,

I may as well throw up my hands.
I'll go.

Attaboy.

Yeah, I'm telling you.
Real estate in L.A.

went up 30 percent last year.

That house is worth
$200,000, minimum.

For that kind
of money back east,

you get a lot more than a
little house with no backyard.

Back east, my ass.

You like it so much there, why
don't you buy this crumby place?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, living in
a tenement like this

would make you feel right
back in the Big Apple.

It's open.

Arthur Taylor?

Arthur Taylor?

Arthur Taylor?

Uh, look, we're police officers.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

Sorry to wake you up.

Uh, there's a possibility
you may be in some danger.

Do you have any enemies, do you
know of anybody who would harm you?

What?

Do you have any enemies?

Am I in danger?

Well, someone's been killing
people with the same name as you.

Maybe you saw somebody following
you, or hangin' around.

No, sir.

Well, just the same,

is... is there somebody you can stay with
for a while, just until we catch him?

Why can't you catch him?

Well, believe me, we're tryin'.

When you catch him,
what are you gonna do?

Well, that's for the
courts to decide.

You're gonna kill
him, aren't you?

Ike Taylor? Jesus Christ, Ike!

Little Buck.

You're not Buck, are you?

Goddamn, Ike Taylor!
Hell of a cop!

Inspirational.

That's right, a
real inspiration.

Jesus.

What a guy.

How come you're not on the job?

They wouldn't take me.

They wouldn't take you, Ike Taylor's kid?
Their loss.

Buck. It's Buck, right?

Boy, this is some
cannon you got.

You keep it real nice and clean.

You got a license for it?

Yeah, sure you do.

So you say you got no people you
can stay with for a few days?

All right, look, I'm
a police officer,

and I can't advise you to use this weapon.
But if you're stayin' here...

let me put it this way.

I keep mine right in that
drawer, right next to my bed.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I don't wanna freak you out.
He's just very dangerous.

Dangerous? He's a
fuckin' maniac.

Look, um, if you need us, you
can call us at this number.

You ask for me, Detective
Dietz, or Detective Malloy.

Dietz, and you're Malloy.

Bill Malloy. Kid, come here.

You need anything, you call me.
All right?

Yes, sir.

Buck, you grew up.

You keep your door closed
from now on. Okay?

Yes, sir.

I hope he'll be
all right in there.

Any son of Ike Taylor
can take care of himself.

He was the meanest, toughest
son of a bitch I ever met.

So what ever happened to him?

Liberals said that we had to start
burping the criminals that we nailed.

They said that Ike was too
dangerous for the streets.

So Ike said, "Fuck it."

Don't look at me like that.

It's not my fault the
cops are stupid.

What do you want from me?

Listen.

Yeah.

No?

Fuck.

You're right.

You're always right.

Not this way.

They have to do it.

Let's just say I heard about you
and Cardoza not getting along.

It's just that I worked
for him for 3 years,

during which he tried to get
me thrown off the force.

Yeah? Did he have a good reason?

Yeah, he's a rat bastard.

No shit. Also a pretty
goddamn good cop.

Sure. All you old
farts stick together.

Hey, wise guy. I'm tired of all
this bullshit about an old man.

Go find a younger
fuckin' partner.

Bill, I'm sorry.

Balls.

Look, give me a break.

I don't wanna be
jerk-off number 9.

Come on.

How's it goin'?

How's it look, gramps?

Huh, what did you say?

You're a little testy
there, aren't you, man?

I'd like to meet the brain donor

who came up with
this bullshit idea.

You're lookin' at him.

You don't like it, kiss my ass.

All right, come on, hey. Come on, men.
Whoa, girls, easy. Easy!

Come on.

What my partner
meant to say was,

you're doin' a fine job, and we
know it's thankless and boring.

But we're depending on you. So
please, stay with it, okay? Okay?

Yeah, okay.

What's your name?

Terrell.

It's nice to meet you, Terrell.

Hang in there.

Yeah.

When this case is over, I'm
personally gonna rip his lungs out.

Fuck him and the
horse he rode in on.

What are you laughin' at?

Shit, Malloy. Underneath it all,
you're just as big an asshole as I am.

Yeah, but I hide it
better than you.

You're a bad influence on me.

How's that?

You're makin' me give a damn.

You know, there's about
12 million people in L.A.

And a million of them are
bona fide committable.

And out of that million, 200,000
are probably dangerous.

And of that 200,000, one of them
decides it's open season on people.

One of them, Sam,
against you and me.

But we're gonna find him.

Sam, here. Take a look at this.

Oh, that's you and Lasorda!

Yeah.

It's the annual Police Benevolent
game at Dodger Stadium.

I got no hits and
a plate of pasta.

That's a great shot, man.

What position did you play?

Uh, third base.

Yeah? Yeah.

Can you still make that throw?

Better when they
moved me to second.

It was humiliating.

To baseball, the ultimate game.

I used to like it.

What do you mean, used to?
Baseball is like life.

I'm a track horse rounding third
base, tryin' to slide home safe.

And you're tryin' to
make rookie of the year.

Man, I did love it.

I used to go to the game, sit in
the bleachers with my father.

Campy, the Duke. I knew 'em all.

You know my favorite?
Gil Hodges.

He used to hit a home run, he'd cross
home plate and blow his wife a kiss.

I loved them so much, and then
they fuckin' moved to L.A.

They broke my heart.

Son of a bitch.

That's why you have a
hard-on against L.A., huh?

You know what you gotta do?
You gotta go see a ball game.

Nah. Yeah, you do.

Uh-uh.

Sam, I got 2 tickets.
Opening day,

Third base line, right behind the dugout.
You come with me.

I'll introduce you to Lasorda.

I gotta go home. No. I
appreciate your offer.

I'll see you in
the morning, huh?

You and me, opening day?
You're on.

Right, you're on.

You know, Malloy, I always had
you figured for a catcher.

I catch a lot of shit from
you, that's for sure.

Hey.

What are you doin' here?

Come. Come on in.

Close the door behind you.

Just getting myself a beer.

How did you find my address?

In the phone book.

Unh! My father
said I was sick...

once.

Sir...

what's it like?

Corey. Corey.

Hey, time-out, huh?

Why don't you help your
mother with dinner?

I don't want to.

You know, when I was a kid, I used
to help my mother with dinner.

And that way, I made sure I got
the smallest portion of spinach.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Okay.

Hi. Would you chop
up these cucumbers?

No problem.

Hello?

Just a moment.
Sam, it's for you.

Carol, this reasonable
stuff, it works.

Yeah?

Dietz, it's Blakely.
Malloy's been killed.

How?

Shot in the heart.

No. I ju... I just left him.

Well, you better get
over there right away.

Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

Sam. Sam.

Somebody killed Malloy.

Oh, my God. Do you think
that it has anything...

No, there was no note.

I think you and Corey should spend
the night at your mother's.

No.

Carol, we don't know
what this guy might do.

That's right, we don't. And I'm not gonna
run and hide every time a criminal is loose

just because you're on the case.

All right. Stay inside, make
sure everything's locked.

You know where the gun is.

Shit!

What does that mean?

Malloy called the guy
sick in the newspapers.

Pack a bag. You and Corey
are going to your mother's.

Carol, do it! It's just for tonight.
You come back in the morning.

You're a dead man.

You're a fuckin' dead man.

Here's the M.O.
report, sir.

I'm really sorry about Bill.

I know you are.

Carmen, I need your help.

All right.

But what I'm gonna tell
you is against the rules.

Corey, honey, go get
your schoolbooks.

Good morning.

You got the paper? Yeah.

If it's safe now, why
wasn't it safe last night?

He doesn't work days.

Oh.

She did it.

What?

Listen to this.

"In the wake of
last night's murder

"of L.A.P.D. detective
Sergeant Bill Malloy,

"police psychologist Dr. Lyndon Park
has provided a profile of the killer.

"He's an anally fixated, sexually
impotent, socially inept individual

"who's probably using homicide as a
means of hiding his own feelings

of inadequacy and
worthlessness."

I can't believe that a
psychologist would say that.

I just hope he believes it.

And you'll probably be
there waiting for him.

Praying for him.

Keep your eyes open.
Let's catch this psycho.

Captain, can I talk to you?

Dietz, I was just
gonna call you.

Your new partner's Wicker.

He's got something on
Fairfax, go with him.

What about the sunset murders?

You're not working that anymore.
See Wicker.

What do you mean, uh, I-I-I'm
not working that anymore?

I mean, the shit hit the fan.

I'm turning it over to some guys who
have more than 3 days' experience.

Would you listen to me for a second?
Look, Dietz.

I have to put together a
task force this morning

for a goddamn news
conference this afternoon.

I don't care about
news conferences,

because I need men
for a stakeout.

You don't need men, I need men.
You need ears.

Now for the last time, get
the hell out of my office!

Sam Dietz? Art Wicker.

Dr. Park, this is Dietz.

I'm leaving for your
house right now.

Dietz?

I'm really lookin' forward to
workin' with you. See you tomorrow.

What's... What's going on?

And Wills and Chico in 510.

King and Eagle in 407.

What the hell do you
think you're doin'?

Cardoza, I hate
your fuckin' guts.

I hate your fuckin' guts
as much as you hate mine,

but why haven't your men
responded to our order?

What order?

Don't give me that, you asshole!

4 men, all-day
stakeout, remember?

What stakeout?

Why, you son of a bitch, I got a
sitting target with no protection,

all because you got
this hard-on for me.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.
I never got an order for four men.

I short faxed this morning.

Who sent it? Blakely sent it.

Let's call Blakely and
see what he has to say.

Good idea, do it.

I mean, he's a reasonable man. He'd
wanna hear how you screwed up so bad.

Give me four men.

Spencer, Marra,
Furillo, and Snowden.

Don't worry, I'll
keep a lid on it.

All right, here's what we got.

So far, he's struck early
evening, around 6:00 or 7:00.

But just in case,
keep on your toes.

Spence, let me show you
around for a minute.

Are these bozos any good?

Yeah, Snowden used
to be with SWAT.

Good.

Well, the other two, well,
they're sort of new.

Terrific. You let me take
Snowden and one more.

You take the other one outside.
Hmm?

Hey, guys. He's
very resourceful.

So don't go lookin' for him
knockin' on the front door, huh?

Furillo, come with me.

Oh, my aching balls.

You know, for a sittin' duck,
you're a pretty cool customer.

I know a lot of guys who'd
be shakin' in the closet.

Yeah. Before we
go into practice,

we always undergo
analysis ourselves.

Keeps us on balance,
in touch with reality.

Sort of practice what
you preach, huh?

Yes.

What the hell is with that?

Well, psychiatry, Sam,
isn't always preaching.

Sometimes it's persuasion.

Detective Dietz, please.

This is Officer Terrell.

I'm sorry, he's not in right now.
Can I take a message?

4129. Okay.

Hey, Wicker, where's Dietz?

I don't know. He split and
said he'd be back tomorrow.

Yeah, so Carmen,
over at the news,

she printed it just
like I told her.

You made it up?

Every word.

All by yourself?

No, Dr. Park helped me
with the big words.

Jesus, how now did you
ever get it approved?

Yeah, well, I haven't
actually done that yet.

What?

You should have seen the
trip I laid on Cardoza.

Oh, shit, Dietz. You're gonna get
your ass in a sling over this.

Spence, I'd settle for
that on this one.

When you get down there
and look at the fax log,

and then look at
the dupe sheets,

and if you don't find it there,
get Blakely on the phone.

We'll raise some hell.

Got it.

Great. This is Terrell again.
Is Dietz back yet?

Sorry, Terrell, nobody seems
to know where he is. Bye.

Stay on your toes, guys.

Goddamn lyin' little prick.

Yeah, this is Cardoza
for Captain Blakely.

He did what?

That son of a bitch!

You're goddamn right, I'm gonna pull him.
Where is he?

Francine, get in here!

Dr. Park.

Hello?

Dr. Park.

Dietz, is that you? What
the hell are you doing?

Uh, working.

Yeah. Well, you're about
to experience crucifixion.

Blakely wants you to
send those men back,

and he wants you
in here right now.

I can't do that, because I'm not
here, and you didn't talk to me.

Oh, man.

Francine, please.

I think I can get the
guy that nailed Malloy.

But I need your help.
Don't tell Blakely.

I can't help you, Dietz.

Because you're not there, and
I haven't talked to you.

Good luck.

Attagirl.

Okay. We got a guy on the
corner with a blue jacket.

He's moving east.

Eh, looks to me like a
high-ranking government official.

He's probably waiting for
a homosexual rendezvous.

Now he stops.

Nice try.

He's talking to himself.

No, the boyfriend's not there.
He's walking the other way.

Okay, we've got a lady
with a baby carriage.

They're on the north side.

Might be concealing a
small nuclear device.

And the baby carriage goes away.

Dr. Park.

Dietz, it's me, Terrell.

Who?

Dietz, Officer "Kiss
My Ass" Terrell.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Jesus, I've been tryin' to
get a hold of you all day.

Look, you remember the first victim
that got killed? Todd Arthur?

The night that he got killed,
he came in to the station

to report a death threat.

What?

It was a message on his
answering machine.

And you'll never believe this.

Listen, he even brought in
the tape, and we got it.

So what does it say?

It's not what he says.

It's how he says it.

Wait, hold on. Wait a second.

I called to see
if you were home.

I have to kill you tonight.

Terrell, play it again.

I called to see
if you were home.

I have to kill you tonight.

It's him.

Spence, I think I
know where he is.

You stay here, in case
I missed anything.

All right, he's on the second
floor, in front, and he's armed.

He's already killed one cop.

I haven't done much of this, so
tell me if you got a better way.

I say I go up the front stairs,
you go up the back stairs.

We meet on the second floor,
I'll get out the bait.

Sounds all right to me, I guess.

What do you mean, you guess?
You were on the SWAT team.

SWAT team? That's Snowden, not me.
I've never been on a SWAT team.

Shit.

Maybe we should call for backup?

Unfortunately, I can't do that.

Hello, how are you?

Just takin' a walk in the park here.
No problem.

How are you, dear? Fine.

Yo, brothers, what's up?

Shit, check it out.

Hey, Sam, come here.
Take a look at this.

Call it in.

Look at this, there's
a page missin'.

What letter?

D-I-E...

You call my house. That's 555-9950.
555-9950!

Tell them to get out of there right
now, and you call for backup.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello, Mrs. Dietz? Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Dietz?

Yes, operator, this is
a police emergency.

I need an intercept on 555-9950.

How was your day? Pretty good.

Was it good? Yes.

Do you have a lot of homework?

No. You sure?

Yes.

Good. 'cause you're
gonna do it right away,

or you don't watch
any TV tonight.

Oh.

Jerk!

Corey.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Please, don't hurt my son.

What do you want?

I want you to sit.

Come on.

Excuse me.

My name is Carol.

And you're...?

Waiting for you.

May I sit in this chair?

Yes.

What, do you have a name?

You can call me Buck.
Young Buck.

Buck.

That's a nice name.

Buck...

is there anything that I can do?

Where are you going?

I just want some juice.

I'll get you some
juice, sweetheart.

No.

You sit.

I'm sitting.

That's nice.

Let's go get you
some of that juice.

It's a 9-millimeter
semi-automatic.

You can do just about
anything with this gun.

See, the safety is on right now.

So if you pull the trigger...

Corey. Honey, don't
play with the gun.

The safety is on.

I love you.

Do you have enough juice?

Yeah.

Buck...

I'll do anything.

Please,

what do you want?

Let me help you.

You can't.

Safety off.

You don't want to hurt us.

Buck, it's not funny anymore.

Do you?

No.

No, don't hurt yourself.

Want me to go this way?

Arthur!

Corey! Come to me!
Come to me, Corey.

Dad!

It's all right.

Stay there.

Do I have to go to
school tomorrow?

No.

What do they do
with dead bodies?

God takes care of them.

You okay?

You know, it was your
idea to move to L.A.

You wanna give New
York another try?

No, too much crime.

Hey, Jim, take a look at this.

You believe this kid did
all those killings?

Did you see the closet?

Did you see how much
firepower he had in there?

He had enough firepower
to start World War III.

The sickest thing is,
his father was a cop.