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Hey, how's it going?

It isn't.

Can't even find a
parking summons.

You want some coffee?

Sure, thanks.

How'd you end up in
a shit post like this?

They say it's for my owngood
until the shooting review

board is done with me.

How's that going?

IAD has a hard on for me.

It's my third shoot this year.- Third?

Slow year?

Charlie 7, pickupa complaint for a robbery.

1 Charlie 7, three minutes out.

See you later, Rambo.

We have to do some
crimefighting.

I'm going to walk tothe
other end of my block.

There's an alley I'm
dying to check out.

Just give me the stuff.

Shit.

Police!

Don't move!

Keep your hands
out of your pockets.

Shit.

Take it easy.

Foot post seven to central.

Seven, go.

I have an officer
involvedshooting in the alley

between Remsen and Mountain.

I need a bus for
one male perp down.

Calm down, there's an
ambulance on the way.

Calm down, my ass.

You just shot me.

Where's your gun?

Where's your fucking gun?

Stupid fuck.

He says, that's OK.

He says, that's
OK, honey, do you

have a dentist appointment too?

We heard it was traced.

It was.

He capped the dealer, DOA.

Was it clean?

Not hardly, dealer put
his hand in his coat.

But there was no gun.

By the time Chase
knew that, he had

already put three in his chest.

Sometimes these things
justfall into your lap, don't they?

- Hey, what's up?
- Not much.

OK if I take a look?

He's not going anywhere.

Ugly motherfucker.

Looks like dead didn't
help him too much?

You looking for something?

Tattoos.

Sometimes these hamsters,
they tattoo their rap sheets

to their hands.

Thanks, guys.

How you doing, detective?

Lieutenant Devens,
Select Crimes.

Sir?

I'd like to speak to theofficer
privately for a moment.

Sir, you know that...

You're not going to citethe
manual of procedures,

are you detective?

I studied that for
the lieutenant's exam.

Apparently I passed,
and you didn't.

Yes, sir.

You seemed pretty
composed, officer.

I got low blood pressure.

Your fourth shooting in
12months with the review board

still pending?

I say you have no
blood pressure.

You realize that
the shaky shoot is

just what the job
is looking for, one

good excuse to terminate you.

Shit, if someone wanted
to be vindictive enough,

they could indict you for this.

I've been advised to
wait for legal and union

representation beforeanswering
any questions, sir.

I'm not from Internal Affairs.

And I don't have any questions.

How's the investigation
come along?

Very interesting.

We found the perp's
bunbehind one of the dryers,

must have hit the
floor and skidded.

Really?

Good, keep me posted.

I don't know about this.

You acted in good faith.

You think you should go
to jail, lose a career,

because some mope stuck
his hand in his jacket?

You're talking about
evidence tampering.

I'm talking about a contract.

What's my end?

I cut an order,
you'rein my unit by next Monday.

Why me?

You can shoot a man,
go home, go to bed,

get up, and shoot another one.

Not everybody has
that ability, John.

Not every cop has that ability.

You want me to shoot people?

Not exactly.

The scar squad goes
afterthe most dangerous perps

in this city,
the ones thatwould rather kill a cop

than go to jail.

In order to take these
people off the street,

sometimes we have
to use deadly force.

The chief, the mayor,
the district attorney,

all understand that.

In fact, in our case,
they sanction it.

No review boards,
no grand juries.

No thanks.

OK.

Let me tell you the way
thisis really going to go down.

I can make that gun disappearas
fast as I made it found.

You will be indicted.

You will go to jail.

And your fucking
life will be over.

It's your choice.

All right, we're
covering two spots

for the bookstore keepers.

So things are going to
be spread a little thin.

Speedy and Forest,
you have the Fantasy

Shop on Southern Boulevard.

Sergeant Credey and
Zairewill be in the response

car posting relief.

Yeah, when they aren't parked.

Too bad nobody wants
yourmouth anywhere near that cop.

All right, the U Store
is Bobby and Janice.

I'm going to make a
woman out of you yet.

What the hell is that?

Trace, you're in
the car with me.

I got 50 says we take this out.

I'm in.

Come on, Swifty.

I want some of that.

Listen, conduct your
unlawfulbetting after roll call.

And don't forget to sign
off for the shotguns.

There'll be no
more hunting trips

with the department's approval.

Now, Lou,
I was justfield testing the artillery.

Yeah, all right.

Everybody fall out,
take your post.

You got $50 I could borrow?

You mean for the beatingyou
gave me last week?

The what?

Hey, Dick Tracy?

Trace.

Yeah, whatever, sign out oneof these,
and a box of shells.

I'm sorry about that.

Don't expect to be holding it.

Lou loves his shotgun.

Janice?

You will have a good time today.

Guaranteed mayhem when
you ride with the Lou.

Just don't get between
him and the perps.

Yeah, right, like Brendan.

Who's Brendan?

Brendan was working the
cashregister at this liquor store,

right, Braintree Liquors?

Couple of mopes
walk in with nines.

Devon is behind the window.

Brendan is behind
the cash register.

Brendan was a little
bit slow getting down.

It was just somebuckshot in the shoulder.

I don't know.

Lou never liked Brendan much.

He used to call him the
hemorrhoid, remember?

Bobby, got the car keys?

Yeah.

Let's get going.

Here, you drive.

I'll take that.

Let's go.

Thanks a lot, have a nice day.

Who says police work
doesn't prepare you

for a competitive job
in the private sector?

Devin won't let
you run the register

because you can't count.

No, they just don't
trust you in the back

with all these magazines,
wouldn't get your pants

on in time to shoot anyone.

New guy is relieving me.

One hand or two?

Fuck this anyway,
coupleof niggas don't rob her soon,

I'm gonna.

Let me guess, you're
the token Democrat.

OK, Janice, these
guys look good.

I say we just cut to the chase,

pop these smokes right now.

Why don't we go crazy
andwait till they do something?

Like that?

All right, Janice, we
get at least one gun.

Looks like they're
clearing out the store.

This is a the fucking stick up!

Open the fucking register!

No problem, bro.

Come on!

Put the shit in the back!

Come on!

Come on, Skee,
handle this bitch!

You want the coins?

Do I want the coins?

You never been robbed before?

Just give me the damn paper.

Hurry the hell up!

Thanks.

Hey man, you forgot something.

What?

He's not a perp!

Police!

No shit.

You're not going to
make it over that wall

before I put a bullet
in your ass, pal.

OK, officer, you've got a point.

Come down off the wall, slowly.

John, you got to
pick up the pace.

The fuck was that?

The conclusion of a gunbattle
with five armed felons.

You guys sure do things
alot differently around here.

Go inside and check
on the other perps.

I will.

If I see any of
them twitching, I'll

be sure to put a bulletin
the back of their head.

You might want to
rethink your strategy.

So far, so good.

That was your last life.

This one has no rules.

Morning low, sweet man,

I love him so, though
he's mean as can be.

He's a kind of man needs
a kind of woman like me.

Gonna die a sweet man
should pass me by.

If I die, will it be?

He's a kind of man needs
a kind of woman like me.

Don't know any reason
whyhe treats me so poorly.

What have I gone and done?

Makes my troubles
double with his worries.

I ain't deserving of none.

Hey!

Show us your tits!

Show us yours.

From now on,
don't startsinging until they're

too drunk to complain.

Or maybe you can gimmick
it up a little bit,

or make it just a
little more exotic.

Exotic?

What am I a fucking fish?

Stripping and singing,
it's too confusing.

There's a low threshold
forconfusion out there, Paul.

You took a shot.

If you weren't in such
greatdemand for other stuff,

I never would have
gave you that.

Speaking of which,
got something for you.

What?

A party tomorrow,
$5,000 for the night.

Unless you're at CarnegieHall or something.

Fuck you, Paul.

What kind of people?

Drug dealers again.

These are OK guys.

It's for Sam.

It's always for Sam.

Sam doesn't have to
wrestle with a bunch

of stoned Dominicanstrying
to stick their dicks

in the wrong places.

These are Bolivians.

Hope you won't
think any less of me

if I can't see the difference.

Come on, baby.

Sam wants my best girls.

You're supposed to
charm me, right, Paul?

Who's the escort?

Tito.

He stays the whole time?

I'll tell him to.

75.

Come on.

Last time I had
bruises for two weeks.

Besides, I can smell
your desperation

even under that cologne.

75.

You're killing my commission.

I'm sure you make
it up somewhere.

Nice shoot, fuck.

Thank you.

Dan, you want a ride?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll take one.

Nice job, Trace.

Some more work for you.

Some windows too.

Do you know the perp
mortalityrate for this unit is 100%?

That's quite a statistic.

And a well-documented one.

How do you think we
managedto kill all these perps

and never even raise an eyebrow?

Good PR.

Nobody gives a shit.

Look at their rap sheets, John.

They're career criminals.

When we kill
shitheads like those,

their mothers are
a little relieved.

That's a great motto, Lou.

Were doing it for their mothers.

John, every member ofthis
unit was handpicked by me.

I know you're capable
of doing the job,

and doing it correctly.

Does that include
coveringour tracks at any cost?

You didn't have a problem
withcovering your tracks last week.

That was different.

Really?

How do you figure?

I like you, John.

I really do.

You're a pain in the ass.

But I know where
you're coming from.

You'll stab me in the chestbefore
you stab me in the back.

I'll make note of
your preference, Lou.

Yeah, you do that.

So,
I heard you stoodup for the brothers today.

Well, don't take
it too personally.

Hey man, fuck it.

It's about time somebody
gave Bobby a shot.

His nature is too
noble for the world.

Excuse me?

Shakespeare, it's pretty sweet?

You're not on patrol
anymore, Dick Tracy.

You're part of a team now.

All feelings aside, Trace,
when Bobby makes a fucking

play, you better move.

No one fucks with
a good thing, John.

This is stupid.

Watch this.

Take it.

Yeah?

Sam needs you for tonight.

Shit, I forgot about that.

Well, give me your address.

And I'll have Tito pick you up.

No, I'll see you at the
club in a couple hours.

How many is a couple?

A couple is two, Paul.

A nice couple, a
railroad coupling.

Cute.

Guests of Mr. Bandusky's.

All right, go ahead.

Let them go.

Jesus, I know better than this.

Come on, Candy, it's just a gig.

Gig, my ass.

You've obviously neverwrestled
with a drunk, stoned,

horny Dominican.

These guys are Bolivians.

They're drug dealers.

So?

So they'll try to push
cokeup your nose the first half

of the night, something
else somewhere it

doesn't belong the other half.

If I scream, you
better hit someone.

No, you better
just shoot someone.

It's important that thefirst
move happen quickly.

You understand I have creditors.

Ted can take care of it tonight.

Some guests of Mr.
Bandusky's are here.

Yes, some young ladieswho
are anxious to meet you.

I thought an
introduction might be

appropriate, in view of
our developing business

relationship.

Have them come in.

Rafael Soto, Faith,
Georgie, Candy.

Pleasure.

Ted?

I got to go.

I got to tell the boss.

See you in my office
tomorrow afternoon.

OK, Sammy.

Ted's got someplace to go.

So you're going to
give me a ride home.

Sir, I'm supposed to...

Yes, sir.

We obtained a
warrant on Rafael Soto.

I thought we didn't
do drug dealers.

He's running an angle
onkidnapping and armed robbery.

The powers that be
want a message sent.

The warrant itself, of course,
is pretty much bullshit.

I guess we're just goingto
have to light him up.

We'll hit them at dawn,
when they're good and sleepy.

There'll be guards and
lots of guns, all right?

Everyone in the house
is assumed to be a perp,

I mean everyone,
and shouldbe treated accordingly.

Sergeant Credey here
willpass out the assignments.

Any questions?

All right, we move out at 0300.

You heard the man.

Let's get a move on, people.

Fucking dawn raids?

I hate getting to work
before the bars close.

Know what I mean, John?

John?

You know what I mean?

I heard you guys had a
littletarget practice last night.

I'm sorry I missed it.

Me too.

Now, hey, listen,
it's justa little initiation, John, OK?

Brings you into the unit.

It made me feel all
warm and fluffy inside.

Hey, fellas, we're
taking a little pool

on who scalps Soto, $50 a pop.

Who's in?

I'm in.

What about it, John?

You in?

What a lovely neighborhood.

Beautiful day.

Too bad we have
to wreck it today.

Excuse me, sir, we're
looking for the access

road for the interstate.

Well, this looks like
a very interesting...

Excuse me!

What the fuck is going on?

It came from the front.

What's that shit on your face?

Where the fuck are you guys?

We're right here.

Team one has the front secured.

Team two owns the back.

Sweep the house.

We'll secure the outside.

Where are all the
cops when you need them?

Wait!

Back off, you motherfuckers,
if you so much as move.

All right, let's
clear out the house.

Bobby, John, Forest,
take the upstairs.

Janice, Speedy,
take the basement.

Zero, you got the
ground floor with me.

Remember, these fuckers
know you are here now.

If they have not
surrendered yet,

they're probably waitingto
put a cap in your ass.

God damn mother fucking.

Fuck.

All right, we're clear.

We're clear.

That one's Soto.

Looks like you won
the pool, Trace.

Upstairs is secure?

Gentlemen, we have the house.

Devon's calling it in.

Fire it up, boys.

On a sunny day like this,
these mother fuckers are going

to start stinking real fast.

Let's go down to the
kitchen before Zero

drinks all the beer.

Are we having a moment?

I'll be down in a minute.

Fucking guy hasn't
got any stomach.

Get dressed.

My clothes are in the bathroom.

You're in a closet.

Pick anything.

These are men's clothes.

There, that's you.

Stay right here until I
come back and get you.

Let's go.

We're going to go down
the hall very slowly.

If I wave you back,
that meansyou duck into the closest room.

You can't slice
those motherfuckers.

But what about protein?

I want to get something
Ican bulk up a little bit.

Fuck protein, drink a shake.

Good job of hiding.

I was just talking to thisguy
a couple of hours ago.

Anyone you were talking
to a couple of hours ago

looks pretty much the same.

I was with two other women.

Sorry.

Jesus, but you guys are cops.

Can you climb?

What?

There's a trellis outsidethe
bathroom window.

Can you climb?

I don't have any shoes.

A few splinters
between your toes

is going to be the
least of your problems.

If you make it
halfway down the wall,

you can jump the
rest of the way.

Are you kidding me?

These guys catch me,
they're going to kill me.

You will definitely be killed.

So you're going to
go to the window,

climb outside, go down thewall,
run across the yard,

and disappear.
- Now?

Yes, now.

How many people do you see?

Two.

When I start shooting,
they should come inside.

That's when you go.

What if they stay outside?

Hope they don't look up.

Shit, I can't believe
this is happening.

You ready?

Sure, I'm looking forward to it.

What happened?

This one was still alive.

We had a walking dead here, Lou.

Trace put him back down.

Everybody relax, we
got it under control.

Trace?

Fucker was on his feet,
halfway out the door, Lou.

That is fucking bullshit.

He was dead when I capped him.

Then I guess I shot a zombie.

Yeah, well, there's not muchof
him left to go anywhere now.

Jittery motherfucker.

Man, that happened to me once.

Asshole just didn't want to die.

Paramedics almost saved his ass.

No, no, I don't think
he's going to last.

Devin's starting to give
himthat look he gave Brendan.

Here he is.

Hey,
I thought I saw oneof those guys twitching.

You want to check it out for me.

You're just jealous
because I won the pool.

Rookie luck.

All that means is thatyou've
got to buy the beer.

Speaking of which.

You ought to check
out the kitchen.

There's a whole
banquet in there.

See, that's why I like hittingthe
drug lords, better chow.

You coming?

You'll know when I am.

You need to lower
your profile, John.

Devin doesn't have
a lot of patience

with fuck ups or problems.

Which one am I?

That's free advice.

You get what you pay for.

Let's go.

Go.

Trace!

You out here?

Hey, Trace!

Over here, Sergeant.

Crime scene will beout
here in five minutes.

Devin wants everyone
out here and back

to the office for a debriefing.- Right.

Get a move on.

So Speedy goes, hey, Bobby.

I think that one guy...

I think that one guy was a cop.

What are you thinking?

I'm like, I don't fucking no.

I was being polite.

I was... what are we going to
goback and pull out the bullets?

No.

I don't know.

Show us how you talk, man!

Hey, come on, how's your chest?

I don't fucking talk like that.

I got bitched out
by the chief today.

You want to know why?

Why?

Not for shooting 12
peopleand losing two hostages,

but for banging up
four cars this month.

They're not counting bodies.

They're counting dents, you see?

No, I don't.

Some hooker watches
us waste a drug dealer,

and complains as a
matter of policy.

The unit gets crippled
becauseof a bullshit investigation

the mayor doesn't wantto authorize,
but has to.

I'll put the lives of
two whores on the amount

of good we did here today.

Apparently you did, Lou.

I thought you'd makean easier fit here,
John.

Transfer me back to patrol.

Chief won't go for that.

Here, you're under control.

There's no telling what
you'll say out there.

So then I guess you'll
have to kill me too.

Dead cops are too public.

Of course,
I'm not totallydiscounting the idea.

Thought you liked mebecause
I was a chest stabber.

I've never given
you my back, John.

So where does that leave us?

I'm a chest stabber too.

You'll see me coming.

Is Paul here?

He's in the office.

It's all here.
It's all right.

You fucking scumbag.

Jesus, Candy...

I just called your apartment.

Get him out of here.

Give us a couple
of minutes, will you?

Nice to see you too.

You set me up.

That's right, Candy.

I figured it was
the best way to get

rid of three of my employees.

This way, I could open
theirlockers and sell their pasties.

Then Sam set us up.

Sam called me the
minuteit broke in the news.

He was shitting a brick.

He thought it was going
to come back on us.

He even asked me to
get Tito out of town.

No, that's bullshit.

He took Tito with him.

He knew.

You'd think he
would have left three

girls there if he knew the
copswere going to serve a warrant?

It wasn't a warrant, Paul.

It was a fucking hit.

They killed everybody
in the house.

They would have killed me too.

The news said it was cops.

They were cops.

Yeah, this is Paul
at Treasure Chest.

Get me Sam.

I don't care what
he's doing, moron.

Get him.

Sam?

I got Candy right
here in front of me.

Yeah, OK.

He'll be here in 30 minutes.

Happy now?

Sure, Paul, I'm ecstatic.

So this cop snuck you out
ofthere past all the other cops

and let you go, but
you don't know why?

I didn't ask.

He just told me that
they're supposed

to kill everyone in the house.

Do you think they
expectedme to be in that house?

Did he give you his name?

No.

Did he ask you yours?

No.

Did you leave anything
there that can lead them

back to you, a purse, a wallet?

I never take a purse on a trick.

My clothes were in the bathroom.

I still don't understandwhy
this cop let you go.

It doesn't make any sense.

Faith and Georgia,
they're both dead.

We're sure of that, right, Sam?

Yes, Paul, we're sure of that.

Cops don't behave like this.

Papers said it was theScar Unit,
same guys who shot

up the Duke crew last year.

Do we have a sympathetic
ear with these guys?

No, but I know someone who does.

Well,
get your someoneto put me in with the boss.

This might be a bad coincidence.

Or we may have an
issue to address.

So you want to get out of town?

Hell yeah.

One day,
I'm doing businesswith these Bolivians.

And the next day,
the copskill every fucking one of them.

Do you have a place
for her to cool

her jets for a couple of days?

Yeah, I got a
crash pad in the back.

OK, you stay here until
I get this sorted out.

Whatever needs to be done,
I'll take care of it.

Paul will have Tito
keep an eye on you.

You'll be safe,
as long asyou don't leave the club.

Thanks, Sam.

It's OK, sweetheart.

It's just good business.

You can't hold on to good
helpif you let them all get killed.

Listen up, it's last call.

Can I get you another?

I'm not done with this one.

I know.

There's a two drink minimum.

That's what the big, red,
two drink minimum sign meant.

I called ouryour name in a misty dream

last night, saw that
old smile that I missed.

Ready for that drink, hot shot?

I'd like to meet her.

Tell me this isn't
that kind of place.

I'll get you another Coke.

As real as
all those tears I cried,

because my poor
heart aches each time

I wait, knowing that
you're not here.

But what can i do?

So, you ready to leave?

I don't think so.

The bartender just took my 20.

Let's try it again.

You ready to leave?

Refresh my memory.

What did I do?

We have a low tolerance
for pervs and flakes.

I guess you don't get
alot of those kinds in here.

OK.

Let's go.

Think very carefully aboutyour next move,
big guy.

You on official
business, officer?

Maybe I'm looking
for a special friend.

What's your best guess?

My best guess is
you're a drunk, off duty

cop about 10 seconds
awayfrom embarrassing himself

in a titty bar.

Come back another time.

I'll buy you a drink.

You know, when you put it thatway,
you make a lot of sense.

Don't forget your 20.

Appreciate your timethis morning,
Lieutenant.

Well, I've been
asked to extend you

every reasonable
courtesy, Mr. Bandusky.

Sam.

What can I do for you, Sam?

I read in the papers
about Rafael Soto.

You and everybody else.

I was wondering if wecan
expect to see that kind

of thing happening more often.

Well, Rafael Soto was
a publicly violent man.

I like to think we all
sleep a little better

knowing that he's notshooting
up the town anymore.

Well, I'd sleep a little better

knowing you weren't
going to be waking

me up one of these mornings.

Where does this sudden
concern stem from, Sam?

The girls who were
killed in Soto's mansion

were acquaintances of mine.

And it occurred to me that...

Sam, Scar is a
selected crime unit.

We only target chronic,
violent offenders.

We wouldn't be having
this conversation if I

thought you fit that profile.

I'm sorry about your girls.

But it was an accident,
not a message.

OK, you do know that
oneof them made it out alive,

don't you?

In fact, one of your
cops snuck her out.

He came around my
clublooking for her about three

this morning,
probablylooking for a gratitude fuck.

Did he find her?

My guys follow orders.

I realize she could
be potentially

damaging to your unit.

And I was wondering what
youmight want to do about that.

You're not trying toshake me down,
are you, Sam?

I'm not looking for that
kindof relationship, Lieutenant.

We're in a position to
do a lot for each other.

We are?

Yeah, you said so yourself.

You're not looking for guyslike me,
who do their business

quietly, relatively peacefully.

You're looking for
thepsychos and the scumbags.

I'm 100% behind you.

I am in a position to send
youin the right direction looking

for those kind of people.

Really?

We're cops, not assassins.

I'm finding a moral
and professional

common ground,
which bringsme back to this girl I have.

Obviously, Sam,
I wouldrather she didn't surface.

That's all you need
to say, Lieutenant.

So what's the story?

We got a bullshit anonymoustip
on some joker name Larry

Strode.

Since he's number
three on our shit list,

Devon wants us to check it out.

Another jerk off
wasting my time.

Check the back,
let'sget the fuck out of here.

Shit!

What are we shooting?

John, where you going?

Where you going, John?

How's Zero?

Pretty fucking dead, Sarge!

That's fucking great.

That's fucking great!

Hey, John!

You know you killed Zero, right?

It seemed like the
appropriate response

to a fucking shotgun in my face!

You killed a cop.

You've got a big fucking
problem now, John.

I can't wait to hear
your solution, Sarge.

Well, you know you called it.

Why don't you come
in here and get me?

Half the job is going to be here

in three, four minutes, John.

Be a real shame if
they took me alive?

No big deal to me, John,
baby, with your record

and our testimony,
try tofigure out how you're going

to stay the fuck out of jail.

Me, personally,
I'd ratherdie than go to jail, man.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to let you
kill me, is that it?

It would be clean,
lineof duty, a hero's funeral,

and your family would
collect a pension.

You're out of your
fucking mind, Sarge!

The whole bunch of you
areliving in your own world.

Yeah, we are.

That's right.

But you think of
the alternative.

You'll be disgraced
the public and raped

in prison for the rest
of your fucking life.

I know what I'd do.

I bet you do, Sarge.

Move it!

Son of a bitch!

Fuck.

Come on, Sam, you told her.

No, I'm not.

OK, OK, but look,
I'm justgoing to tell you something.

It's your call.

And what you're doing is wrong.

No, I'm not... I'm
not saying that.

OK, OK, I'll tell
Tito to go along.

Fucking Sam,
he ain't happygetting two of my girls shot.

Go along where?

He's sending someone
to pick up Candy.

I mean, he must
think that I take

an ad out in the
newspaper to hire

quality pussy off the street.

I am not going
to kill her, Paul.

She gave me a Christmas present.

You don't have to do shit.

Just take the ride.

Why?

Because I'm fucking
telling you to.

That's why.

She trusts you.

Just tell her that
Sam wants to see her.

She doesn't have to know
she's getting popped,

till it happens.

You're a
compassionate guy, Paul.

Tito this, Tito that,
move to Florida.

Candy, Sam wants to see you.

You have any idea
what's going on?

No.

Ready to buy me that drink now?

Hello again, put together a bag,
whatever you think you'll need.

You got a car?

Not here.

What does he drive?

A Lincoln.

What half ass gangster doesn't?

Keys.

Fuck you.

Before you dust off
your brain and start

getting any smart
ideas, you ought to know

I killed a cop 45 minutes ago.

So popping a bouncer
with a bad attitude

is a short step backward.

Can I ask you something?

My boss and your
boss exchanged stories.

Then they decided
to kill us both.

Tito here was going to
holdyour hand until they found

a good place to dump your body.

I gave you a Christmas present.

He's a fucking nut job.

Trust me or you don't.

Either way, I'm going
to keep you alive.

Keys.

Come out of your pocket
with anything bigger

than your naked lady
key chain, we're

going to have the
shortestargument on record.

My apologies, she's
wearing a bikini.

Everybody stop!

Thanks.

We'll finish this later.

You've got to be kidding me.

You know where he parks his car.

Out back.

Good.

Turn around, Tito.

Man, you better
not be a nut job.

Let's go.

Were you telling me
thetruth about Tito and Sam?

You're a few minutes
slow with that question.

Shit.

We should go?

Yeah, they're the
Farrel Brothers.

They work for Sam.

They must be here for me.

Can they recognize you?

Ted just did.

Shit.

OK, of course,
Tito didn't gofor his periodic maintenance

check. Are they getting out of the car?

Ted is.

Do me a favor, please?

Put your head down.

What?

Get down, now!

You shoot and
I'll start the car!

OK!

I'm gonna run out
of bullets soon!

It's not my car!

OK, got it!

Get us the hell out of here!

Jesus!

I haven't driven in a while.

Put the gear shift to the letter

D and we'll move forward!

Ha ha.

He's still with us.

How am I supposed to lose him?

I don't know,

You knew D made us go forward.

Eyes on the road, Allison!

How did you know...

It's on your rap sheet,
nicer name than Candy.

You must be Officer Friendly.

I thought you didn't
know how to drive.

I said I hadn't
driven in a while.

Killed him, didn't I?

No, I think he should be OK.

You think?

Look, you did
what you had to do.

We got to ditch this car,
find a safe place to sit down,

relax, and think about whatour
next move is going to be.

Our next move?

You mean this is as
far as your planned?

I had a shootout with
the police this morning.

Then I had to rescue
youfrom the mob this afternoon.

It's been a busy day.

I'm not going to be
ableto relax and put myself

in your hands, am I, Friendly?

Unbe... fucking... lievable.

I sent a couple of
uniformsover to his apartment.

I don't think he's that stupid.

So where else we
going to find him?

He's a deranged cop
killerwith a city on his back.

He's got to turn up.

He already has, Lou.

He just abducted a stripper
froma titty bar called the Treasure

Chest in the Fourth District.

He killed one guy
in the parking lot,

and another one
during the car chase.

They get him?

He ditched the
car about a mile away.

There's an alert
out for him now.

Definitely traced?

Yeah, one of the
respondingdetectives played a hunch

and showed his photo.

Fuck!

That's got to be the whorehe
cut loose from Soto's place.

You think he's trying
to make a move on us?

He's got nothing to lose.

You send Speedy and
Forestover to the tit bar.

Maybe they can come up
withan address on the pros.

I'm out.

Get all those things
put together, OK?

Come on.

Come on, these are
all legs and feet.

Come on, give me some
heads, all right?

Jesus, the last legitimatebusiness,
I'm going to...

Yeah?

You hear the news?

I thought you were goingto handle your guy,
Devon.

I thought you weregoing
to kill that hooker.

Looks like we're both
shooting blanks today.

Listen,
I just sent acouple of cops over there.

You give them
anything they ask for.

Are you hitting
me up for freebies?

Information, Sam,
give them information.

You know something, Devon,
I'min bend with you for six hours.

And I don't like it already.

Well, you like it
a lot less if you

try to roll out on me now.

Listen, hook up with Bobby,
and go toss Trace's apartment.

Maybe we can figure
out where he goes.

I wasn't expecting him to dodge

a point like shotgun blast.

Zero must have
moved up too fast.

I like that, Janice.

Blame it on the dead guy.

Is this a safe place?

Safe for a little while.

I keep an apartment downtown.

This mortgage isn't in my name.

And neither is the phone bill.

For professional purposes?

For it's nobody'sfucking business purposes.

Nice old car.

New old car,
'59 Corvetteconvertible with factory miles.

I guess that thing
you do pays pretty well.

Too well.

Can you park this babyon
the street around here

without it being
stolen or towed?

This is a good neighborhood.

Good, you should park it
outaround the back of the house,

somewhere around the block.

Why?

Well, one, it'll look
like we're not here.

And, two, if we have
to get away quick,

we can just go
through the backyard.

Good idea.

Go with it.

I'm going to take a shower.

Where's all the doors?

They're being refinished.

I thought it might besome
kind of a statement.

No, no statement.

There's probably enough
hotwater left if you shower fast.

That would be great.

But I don't think I'm goingto
fit into any of your stuff.

I could find you my dad's stuff.

You look about his size.

Does he live here?

He did.

This is my inheritance,
bad wiring and all.

And it's Ali.

The only time I ever
hearAllison is right after,

will the defendant please rise?

Janice,
please tell meyou called Zero's family.

I did.

Let's get a move on, people.

When I get that call, we're out.

Forest, for the last time,
get the fuck off my desk.

Fuck you, you piece of shit.

Yes, sir?

Yeah, OK, yeah,
I'll callthe mayor and fill him in.

All right, yeah.

Fucking chief, now I got
to hold his hand through

this whole butt fuck operation!

Zero's dead ass alreadymakes
this a god damn parade.

Where are we?

We're working on it.

Don't work on it,
Sergeant, fucking do it.

If some sector
cop picks them up,

it's going to be a bitch
to get them killed.

What about the
district attorney?

Scar is sanctioned allthe
way up the department's

chain of command, and
the mayor's office.

Could go as far as the governor.

Then the feds.

Assuming they're interested.

We have a less than
believable story.

You're a cop.

That's got to count
for something.

I killed another cop.

That counts for a lot more.

Do you have any
ideas of your own?

Or are you just happyenough
shooting down mine?

The police academy was a little

sketchy about a
situation like this one.

You wouldn't happen to
havea couple of boxes of bullets

lying around, would you?

No, but I do have a gun.

A pearl handle 25 would
havebeen a little more ladylike.

My father was in the army.

Does it work?

Sure, I shoot squirrels
on Sunday mornings.

Police tonight are searchingfor
rogue police officer John

Trace, and alleged prostituteAllison
Cheney in connection

with the slaying of
policeofficer Tom Zerotelly

earlier today.

Zerotelly was killed in
ablazing gun battle, the cause

of which is still unknown.

How did I get involved
in shooting a cop?

Devon's very thorough.

What if we called
the newspapers?

We'd have to back it up
by turning ourselves in.

And that's if Devon
doesn't get to us first.

Then there's your boss.

He's trying to kill us too.

You hungry?

I got some macaroni and cheese.

Why don't you go
into the living room

and see if I still
have a bottle of wine

left in that liquor cabinet?

You know I spent $200on
that dining room table.

I'd like to keep
it dark in here,

since you don't have
any curtains up.

It's a work in progress.

I figure I have another two
orthree years before I move in.

Is that why you...

Entertain?

For the money, early retirement?

Pretty much.

Why?

I don't know.

I... I was wondering...

How I got started?

Probably as boring a storyas
why you became a cop,

just kind of fall into ajob I guess,
circumstances.

I have some money
thatisn't tied into the house.

We could go to my
bank, get the cash,

and drive out of town tomorrow.

The idea of spending therest
of my life a wanted killer

doesn't sound
particularly appealing.

John, we are wanted killers.

Nothing we do is going
to change that now.

We're in the neighborhoodof
nothing left to lose.

We'll have to move at sunrise.

You take the back
bedroomthat faces the yard.

I'll stay in the living room.

Keep some clothes on,
in casewe have to leave in a hurry.

Why don't we go crazy
and share the bed?

I've had the benefit ofyour
professional expertise.

Lease I can do is
return the favor.

I'm not going to beg
or anything, John.

But I might get killed tonight,
or tomorrow, or real soon.

And I don't want my
lastlover to have been a trick.

Shit.

Are you hit?

Keep your head down.

If you see one of
those red dots,

stay the hell away from it.

It's a laser sight!

Friends of yours?

Acquaintances.

Got any ideas?

I think we're going to
be safer in the hallway.

Can you shoot?

Pull the trigger.

You ready?

Sure.

Let's go.

Shit!

Stay down!

You OK?

All right, if we don't
make a move soon,

they're going to hit the house.

I'd rather deal with
themout there than in here.

You got a lighter?

No, wait, in mymakeup bag in the bathroom.

OK, great, stay right there.

John?

I'm OK!

Watch out.

What the hell are you doing?

Giving them something
to think about.

Like, why did we
light ourselves on fire?

Come on.

Let's go light up
the living room.

This is my house, you know?

You want to renovate
it or be buried in it?

So we're in a burning housewith
the cops waiting outside.

What's phase three?

We wait and see
who comes in for us.

You think you could
make it to the kitchen?

I just avoid the
red lights, right?

You got it.
You ready?

Yeah.

OK.

Son of a bitch!

God, you're hit.

Shit.

OK, OK.

We're going out
through that door.

I want you to stay
right behind me.

You got the keys to the car?

Yeah.

When we get to the
car, start it up.

If I'm not with you,
take off without me.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not planning
on sacrifice myself.

Neither should you.

You ready?

It's always about
sex with you, isn't it?

Let's go.

Fucking bitch!

Come on, Trace!

We just want to talk!

Go!
Go!

Go!

How's the shoulder?

It's bleeding.

There's a bandanna in
the glove compartment.

Do we need to find a doctor?

No, we need to find amotel,
something low key.

Do you know any?

I left my prostitutes
guide to sleazy motels

back at the house.

Also a drug store.

And I need more ammo.

More ammo?

You know, since
we've met, you've

got me framed for
murder, marked for death

by the mob and the police,
burnt down my house,

and bled all of my new car.

What do you do on a second date?

This is our second date.

On our first date,
I saved your life.

I don't want reporters
getting through.

That's real important.
Got that?

Make sure you hear whatl'm saying,
no reporters.

Bobby's down too.

How bad/

Picking his brains outof
the fucking dandelions.

Forest got a make on
the car, but no plate.

You check hard on the whore.

See if you can come
up with something,

a mother, a brother, anything.

He went through our guys
like a fucking chainsaw.

He second guessed our tactics.

I guess we misread him.

His loyalty, not his talent.

I saw that in his eyes.

Nights like these make
ittough to recruit replacements,

don't it?

Replacing them
ain't hard, Sarge.

It's training them.

I wish I could train
themto do what he just did.

This was fucking beautiful.

Keep an eye on Annie.

I had three
complaints that she's

going through purses again.

I can't have that.

Why don't you just fire her?

What are you, kidding?

We're two girls short
nowafter Sam's last fiasco.

And he orders them up
likefucking cheeseburgers.

Besides, Tito, she's
got the biggest...

Hey, Paul.

Jesus, Candy,
what's the gun for?

It's in case I don't getthe
point across with mine.

I can't believe you set me up.

Sam set you up, sweetie.

I just got caught in the middle.

You poor thing.

You had to sell me out,
you miserable fuck.

Yeah, I did.

- Why don't you two sit down?- Where?

Sit down, Paul.

What was that for?

Sheer spite.

Stay on the floor.

No problem.

Tito and I are working
past an awkward macho

antipathy into a deeper,
more personal understanding.

You think I can developthat
kind of understanding

with Paul here?

It'll be tough.

You're a girl.

I could shoot him in the balls.

That's pretty macho.

No, that's a feminine instinct.

No guy would do
that to another guy.

What about his kneecap?

I could shoot him
in the kneecap.

That is masculine.

Are you kidding me?

Right here?

We're America's
Most Wanted, Paul.

To four five homicides,
what's aminor mutilation among friends?

Practically a misdemeanor.

What do you guys want?

You want fucking money?

I'll open the safe.

I hadn't thought about that.

But as long as you're offering.

We just want you to
makea couple of phone calls.

No problem.

I'm sorry, John,
I just gotthis urge to hit him where

it would hurt him the most.

I said I'd make the calls.

Guess I'm too feminine to bond.

It's a good thing
you told me to back

off, Devon, because your
guysare lighting the world on fire.

It wouldn't have played
outany differently for you, Sam.

I could take a shot at it.

You had a shot at it.

Your boys couldn't even
kill a god damn whore.

Just sit tight.

I don't want this
turning into a circus.

You haven't been watchingthe news,
have you?

This is a fucking circus.

And your cops are
gettingtheir asses kicked.

Is this why you called me,
to critique my performance?

Call you?

I didn't... what
the fuck is this?

It's where the first
bullet goes if anybody

moves, right, Lieutenant?

Why don't you boys step
outnow where I can see you.

That assumes that the stripperis
a threat just because she's

got a gun in her hand.

I pull the trigger,
whereverthe red dot is, the bullet goes.

Kind of takes all the skill outof shooting,
doesn't it, Sam?

Hey, let's slow down here.

Well, obviously,
there's something

wrong with your strategy.

I don't care if you shoot Sam.

What's to stop me
from making a move?

Wondering what comes next.

I had you pegged
right from the start.

You got pure talent.

I wish you were just a
little more disciplined.

But...

The fact that I'm not
apsychotic killer is a handicap.

I'm going to tell you to two
totake your guns out very slowly

and put them on the floor.

You get one chance.

It's your job, Sam,
to givehim a little encouragement.

Come on, let's go.

Go with the program.

You first.

Having the titty bar guy call us

was brilliant,
too obviousto even look suspicious.

Kick it.

Now you.

I forgot my gun.

Repeat that line,
we'regoing to have the shortest

argument on record.

Get rid of the fucking gun, Ted.

Got to do something
tokeep him from warning us.

What did you do with him?

I locked him in his trunk.

Ted.

I know, Lou, you
would have killed him.

Locks can be opened.

How about you,
Sam, you carrying?

I swear to God I'm
not carrying a gun.

I'll take my fucking
clothes off if you want.

I think we can all
live without that, Sam.

I guess that brings
us to you, Lou.

I don't think so, John.

What makes you think
I got anything to lose?

You don't.

But neither do I. I'mnot
going to make a move.

But I'm not giving up my gun.

The ball's in your court.

It never left my court.

You know, considering the
factyou're not a psychotic killer,

a lot of people have
beenshot in the past few days.

It does get easier,
everytime you pull the trigger.

No way, John, you're
not going to shoot me.

You know why I know that? Because...

I don't know how that
guypassed the lieutenant's exam.

He hasn't been right
about anything.

You got a price
on my girl's head?

Your girl?

Was there any particularreason
other than the one

I just eliminated?

No.

So you don't have any incentive

to send anyone after us?

Other than the fact that
youjust shot two of my best guys,

and then there's
the Farrel brothers?

That only amounts toproperty damage,
doesn't it?

Yeah, pretty much so.

We borrowed a little
travelingmoney out of Paul's safe.

You got a problem with that?

Until you point that
gun somewhere else,

I don't got a problem
with anything.

Consider it a dowry.

Why don't I consider ita
down payment for getting

rid of this pain in my ass?

That way, there's
no theft issue.

I don't kill for money, Sam.

That would make me a criminal.

You're no longer a cop.

What else is there?

That's a good point.

Sam?

That guy's got a
package and a half?

You got to respect that.

Come on.

Let's go.

Get up.

Feel better?

Absolutely.

So this concept of
a dowry intrigues me.

Doesn't it usually
involve a marriage?

Well, that was just a metaphor.

A metaphor?

It's a bad idea to
mess with me, John.

I know.
I've seen you shoot.

Don't you even want to
know where we're going?

I trust you.