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["Hark! The Herald
Angels Sing" playing]

[CD skipping]

70,000 dollars for this car,
and they put in

a piece of shit for a CD player.

[gasps] Son of a bitch!

- [horn blaring]
- [gasps]

[tires squealing]

[yells]

[engine sputtering]

Great. Goddamn it.

Merry fucking Christmas!

[distant explosion]

[rumbling]

[whooshing]

[groans]

[panting]

I come in peace.

Right. Sergeant Hawkins,
evidence room J-38.

38. Terrific.

Thanks.

Hey, how are you doing?

[woman over PA] Sergeant Hawkins,
please report to room J-38.

Sergeant Hawkins, room J-38.

Yeah?

Hello?

[whistles]

[grunts]

[groans]

[coughing]

What seems to be
the problem here, officer?

[sputtering]

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sign there.

Must be some party.

Pardon me, officer?

Just a joke.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[dialing]

[Joy To The World" playing]

[engine starting]

Better hurry.

What do you mean, man?

That was clockwork. [laughs]

- Better hurry.
- That was fucking clockwork.

[glass shattering]

[sighs contentedly]

Jesus Christ!
What the fuck was that?

- A little insurance.
- What the hell for?

No witnesses. [chuckles]

[laughs]

[Manning] When I told them
their organization was simply

not cost-effective,
they didn't listen,

so I felt the only way
to exploit my talents

was to branch out on my own.

Mr...

- Davis.
- Davis!

Davis, Davis, that's right.

Jeff Davis. My point is this.

[Manning]
Much like yourself, I'm sure,

at an early age I envisioned
that my education

would be my saving grace,

give me that, uh,
necessary edge. Here.

Let me give you
just one example.

I sensed a problem
the minute I realized

that MBAs were rapidly
becoming a devalued commodity.

[Manning]
I got right back into Princeton,

I picked up a second master's
in international banking,

which I suppose is the field...

what's with all the extra muscle?

[White Boy] Evening, Mr. Manning.

Just think of them as couriers.

[Davis] Yeah, right.
Let's see what you got.

Come on, guys.

Education.

- [Manning] It's really so important.
- Come on.

- Can I just call you Jeff?
- Yeah. Well, whatever.

Come on. Come on!

[Manning]
Without a college degree,

and I'm talking about
a master's at least,

a guy can become desperate.

Might have to join the army.

Turn to a life of crime?

[all laughing]

Or become a cop!

[men laughing]

Why don't we just cut the crap,
man, and get down to business?

What university did you attend?

The university of suck my dick!

[man laughs]

[gun racks]

Party time.

I love this shit. [laughs]

Perfect.

- [man] How you folks doing?
- Hi.

[screams]

Money! Money! Money!

- Okay, okay, okay!
- [woman screams]

Now, is this deal
going down or what?

Whatever you say.

- [woman screaming]
- Shut up! Shut up!

Lights out, fatso!

The switch is in the back!

Fuck that!

[woman screams]

Shit.

Keep talking, guys.

Goddamn it!

There's money!

- [woman screams]
- Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Actually, you're Turner, right?

Detective Ray Turner?

You got the money,
Buzz? You done?

Buzz?

You're not Buzz.

And you're not very smart.

[Manning]
You cops think you're so smart.

You gotta know better than to
mess with me and my White Boys.

- Drop it.
- [breathing heavily]

[Manning] We've been on to your
pathetic charade for a week.

[laughing]

[Caine] I said drop it!

What the fuck is he talking about, huh?

Smile, Ray.

[Caine] Drop it, now!

Fuck you.

[grunts]

- [woman screaming]
- [grunts]

[woman screaming]

Pack it up, gentlemen.

Yes, sir.

Who set this up, anyway?

I don't know, sir.

[Manning] If it was Warren,
he should know better.

At least now
there's one less cop in the world.

You boys be sure to pick up
every grain of that heroin.

[Manning] Out the back.

Yes, sir, Mr. Manning. Let's go!

Come on.

I come in peace.

[groaning]

What the fuck...

Merry Christmas.
Keep an eye on him.

You bet.

Son of a bitch!

[Caine] Ray!

Ray!

Ray!

Ray!

[panting]

Come on, man!
Come on!

Come on!

Shit!

I'm gonna kill him!

I'm gonna fucking tear his face off!

That faggot!

We got confirmation on
the federal warehouse explosion.

Nine dead, at least
half a dozen others injured.

Lovely.

Could you give us some information?

[reporters talking indistinctly]

- Hi, Diane.
- Hi.

- What's going on?
- It's a slaughterhouse.

Looks like the White Boys
went through a Cuisinart.

Jesus!
What the hell happened?

Five dead.

Nobody saw or heard anything.

That's nothing new for this part of town.

Caine was first one
on the scene at 11:32,

but he didn't see anything, either.

Jack, I'm sorry about Turner.

I really am.

I'm so pissed off, I could throw you
through a goddamn window!

But I'm not gonna
do that right now.

This is not the time.

This is not the time
to break your fucking neck, either!

I know how you must feel about Ray.

What about Victor Manning?
What about him?

He killed my goddamn partner!

Don't push me, Jack.

You disappeared for eight days!

Not even a week,
which maybe I could understand,

but eight fucking days!

[Malone] On top of all that,
you've got to answer

for the stolen heroin,
plus the 500 grand!

Captain Malone?

There's somebody here to see you.

Oh, great. Feds.

[Malone] Their warehouse blows,
and they figure they got

jurisdiction over
the whole fucking town!

Tell them...

just tell them I'll be right there, okay?

Yes, sir.

[sighs]

Right, you're off it.

You've got eight weeks
vacation coming.

Take it. All of it.

Is that an order?

No, worse.

Promise me.

Caine, you're the only man I know

who'd rather die than break his word,

SO promise me,
and that's an order.

I want Manning.

Take the vacation,
or I'll make it permanent!

Fine.

Good.

Oh, and if I were you,

I'd take a little time
and patch up my personal life, too.

Detective Caine,

this is Agent Switzer of the FBI.

He'd like to ask you a few questions.

In private.

Do you know what I do, detective?

I know things.

That's all.
That's my whole job.

To know things before anyone else.

So?

I know you were after Victor Manning.

I also know that
these are no ordinary murders.

Three well-armed men
had their throats cut

before they could even
draw their weapons.

Now, who could possibly
move that fast?

Not who. What.

[Caine]
I've seen a lot of knife wounds,

but Manning's boys were
killed by something else.

Something different.

You think the weapon's the key?

Yes, I do.

You wouldn't happen to know
where I could locate your

Mr. Manning, would you?
I'd like a word with him.

Look, I'd like to help.

But I was just put on vacation.

Or didn't you know that?

Put Caine back on the case.

Like hell I will.

I'd have to make
one phone call. Just one.

You don't want that.

Well, Caine can't.

He's going on vacation.

Isn't that right, Caine?

Well, I said I'd go.
I didn't say when.

Fine.
You heard him, you're on it.

Good.

I'll send his partner over from
the bureau tomorrow.

Partner?

- Partner.
- [Malone] Caine, meet Special Agent Smith.

- You're kidding, right?
- Cool it, Caine.

I can handle this, Captain.

Excuse me, Mr. Caine.

I'm the youngest man
ever to reach my rank at the bureau.

I make twice as much as you do,

and it's for good reasons,
so don't even start that shit with me.

You are kidding.

You may not be accustomed to working
on a case under federal jurisdiction,

so Commander Switzer has asked me to
lay out some parameters for your...

Parameters?

Yes, parameters are sort
of general guidelines...

I know what the word means.

Well, good.

We will report to Inspector Switzer daily.
That means every day.

There will be no strange disappearances.

Not for a week. Eight days.

Not for a minute.

- Are we in agreement here?
- You think you can tell me...

I know that I can come in here...

Excuse me, Captain,
the coroner's here.

Thanks, Dee. Send her in.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Okay, Diane. What did ballistics have
to say about the murder weapon?

Whatever it was,
it was razor-thin and razor-sharp.

It made a deep, straight incision
I'd have trouble making with a scalpel.

Well, how do you explain that?

I can't.

Diane? Can...

Look, I feel bad about Ray.
As bad as you do.

But eight days, Jack,
and not even a phone call.

Would you stop and listen for a second?

I don't want to hear it!

[sighs]

Hey, I like abuse as
much as the next girl.

But this time,
when you had me wondering

whether you were dead or alive,

I was kind of rooting for dead.

You know what I mean?

Diane... hey!

Pretty healthy relationship
you've got there.

That's one.

Okay, number one on my list.

- We're going to the crime scene.
- You drive.

I think we should read
the coroner's report first.

Let me tell you something.

"Exploit experts.
Their expertise is essential."

That's a quote,
page 35 from the Switzer manual.

He happens to be a very brilliant man

and you could learn a lot from him.

Oh, yeah? Can we go now,

or does Switzer have
some other tips for me?

Well, yeah,
now that you mention it.

Uh, you sure you want
to go with that particular look?

I think you should give it some thought,
because external things

are very important.

They tell people who you are.
Know what I mean?

In that case,
maybe you should ride in the trunk.

[Amazing Grace" playing]

Christmas. Big deal.

[distant explosion]

[dog barking]

Hmm.

Holy shit!

What the hell are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm observing, I'm taking notes.

Really? You know,

the problem with most police work
is you become emotionally involved,

you can't think rationally.

This way, I can stay objective.

Achieve a little distance.

You want distance?
Why don't you stand over there.

By the body.

So it's all clinical, huh?
What about instinct?

No such thing.

Instinct is just a set
of learned responses. That's it.

I've studied what to do
in almost any situation.

Something happens, I am ready.

I'm ready for anything.

Head downstairs.

Is there a point to all this, or what?

Downstairs.

Jesus Christ!

So, Agent Smith,

what happens when you run into
something completely new?

I really wouldn't know.
It hasn't happened yet.

- You're stuck now?
- [chuckles]

Yeah, maybe.

- How about you?
- Yep.

So, what do you do?

I follow my instincts.

[sniffing]

[barking]

["Auld Lang Syne" playing on TV]

[man] ♪ ...be forgot

♪ And auld lang syne ♪

- [chuckles]
- [dog barking]

Oh, goddamn worthless,
leg humping, piece of shit dog!

Dexter!

[whistles]

Dexter! Time to eat!

- [dog barks]
- Dexter?

Who's out there?

Miserable, low-life
pinko scum shit bastard!

Oh, now I'm
supposed to be scared?

Fucking greedy
asshole burglar shithead!

[groaning]

- [groaning]
- l come in peace.

[pop music playing]

What the hell are
we doing in a bar?

I don't drink on duty.

This is hardly procedure.

So proceed home.
I can think here.

What are you talking about?
How can you think here?

All the blood's leaving my head.

- [Caine] My old pal, Boner.
- Shit!

What do you know?

[Caine] Come on.

Kiss that C goodbye, slick.

Shit!

[Caine] I think something's wrong
with your ball, Boner.

[Boner] Hey, hey, hey!

Where's Victor Manning?

Who gives a shit?

[grunts]

My partner. He's dead.

Hey, hey, no touchy.

I want you and your boyfriend
to tell me who killed him.

You drop that, please.

[chuckling]

Okay now, Boner,
who killed my partner?

And who's got the drugs?

The fucking martians,
that's who's got it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, because

it sure ain't on the street.

You know, the White Boys
thinks you cops did it, Caine.

[grunts]

I swear it's the truth, the truth.

If I knew something, Caine, I'd tell you.

Uh-huh.

All right. Beat it, Boner.
You, too.

So that's why we came here, huh?

To pump Boner.

Nice technique. It's very illegal,

and uh, you got so
much out of him.

You know?

[Caine] I told you before, Smith.

I came here to think.

So, what if the weapon wasn't a blade

but a projectile, like a cue ball?

- Cue ball?
- Watch.

It cuts this guy.

Yeah.

- Then it cuts this guy over here.
- Yeah.

Ricochets off him...

hits the wall over here,

then hits here,

then cuts this guy.

Ends up somewhere over here.

So, we're still looking
for your cue ball,

- is that it?
- [shushing]

That's the murder weapon, huh?

Shit.

[winces]

Shit.

Don't touch it again.
Relax, I know what I'm doing.

[shattering]

Get down!

Now that's a murder weapon.

[breathing heavily]

[rap music playing]

♪ She's a ugly woman
and this is the truth

♪ She got a big rotten tooth
and a buckwheat boot

♪ Little kids get ghost
when the girl is near

♪ 'Cause she could trick
or treat every day of the year

♪ She's a misafrickin' freak

♪ Yeah, I know what you mean

♪ Born October 31st
and the queen of Halloween

♪ Mud duck is the term
the homeboys use

♪ For the wacked out women
that we refuse

♪ She's a prehistoric, freezer-burned
frostbitten prune ♪

[groans]

[man breathing heavily]

[people talking indistinctly]

[horn honking]

Hey, look, up there!

[Smith] Procedure's procedure.
You're still going on report

for your mistreatment of Boner.

[Caine] Terrific.
Pull over here on the right.

- All right. See you tomorrow.
- See you.

Hey, hey! Where do you
think you're going?

Inside.

Hey!

Switzer manual, page 11. "Evidence must
be presented within a timely framework."

Yeah that's great.

But I got a friend at the university
I want to show it to first.

Oh, at the university?
What is he? Is he a scientist?

No, he's a cheerleader.

He's not authorized personnel. I'm not
going to allow it, goddamn it. I...

Whoa...

Nice place.

[stammers] That's a very nice
safe place for that.

Uh-huh.
Do you want some wine?

What?

Wine.

Maybe.

Interesting painting.

You like it?

Yeah, well, you know,
it's really, uh...

- Big.
- Right.

I guess I didn't
exactly figure you right, huh?

Guess not, Smith.

I want that disk.

Let's be honest. This is just a case
to you. To me, it's more. Much more.

If you try to take this disk,
I'm gonna hit you very, very hard.

Here.
Thank you so much.

Let me ask you something.
Why don't you like me?

And honestly, I don't give a shit,
but I'm curious.

Is it because I'm more
successful, huh, is that it?

Exactly.

I thought so.

[sighs]

Not bad.

I'll pick you up at 7:00.

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

Il, um...

I wanted to apologize.

Diane...

You done?

Yeah.

[sighs]

[whispers] Jack,

promise me something.

What?

Promise to remember my birthday,

or promise to come
and visit my mother with me.

I don't care what it is, just promise me
something like you do everybody else.

Can you do that?

I don't know who pisses me off more,

[chuckles] you for doing this
or me for letting you.

[playing on radio]
♪ Touch me tonight

♪ Just give me one more
chance to make it right

♪ And baby touch me tonight... ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

[door creaks]

Either you're Santa Claus
or you're dead, pal!

It's me, it's me!
God damn it, don't shoot!

What the hell are you doing here?

I came here to pick you up and
the goddamn door was open, so I came in.

[panting]

I think you've been robbed.

You FBI guys don't miss a thing, do you?

No, we don't.
There were more murders last night.

- Now, where's the disk?
- I left it with a friend last night.

- A friend, huh?
- Yeah.

[sighs] Thank god.

And you just got here, huh?

Yes, of course I "just got here, huh."

Why?
What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

[playing on radio]
♪ Danger, empty fame

♪ If you step out of line

♪ Stranger, I barely know your name

♪ But you're already mine

♪ Stardom overdose,
powder up your nose

♪ Now you're ready to fly

♪ What the hell, who's gonna tell

♪ On your rock 'n roll high

♪ Ooh

♪ Queen of a lie

♪ Ooh

♪ Lover to cry

♪ Maggy

[choking]

Stop it! Oh, my god!

[Bruce] Take some coffee, guys.

I'll be right with you.

Thanks.

[screaming]

I got to relax.

Extra caffeine.

Lousy American coffee
couldn't keep a hamster up at night.

Who's the suit?

Oh, Smith here's a real, live FBI agent.

Caine, are you nuts?

Relax, Doctor Bruce, I'm not...
Bruce, I'm not here for that.

Everything I have in here is essential

- to my research.
- l believe you.

[laughs]

You feds are all alike.
You're just like that tribe in Africa.

The one that always says
the opposite of what they really mean.

"Welcome to our village,"
they say,

and then they kill you!

Hey, you've got nothing to worry about!

See? See?

Relax! Calm down, Bruce.
Tell us about the disk.

Okay.

[metal clanks]

Jesus Christ!
Be careful, will you?

Relax, G-man.

In a field completely void of charge, like
the one I've created, it simply hovers.

[Bruce] In simplest terms, it's a magnet.

The most powerful self-contained
electromagnet I have ever seen.

And like any magnet,
it can be attracted to other magnets

of reverse polarity.

[Caine] That's why it
stuck to the speaker magnet.

It can be programed to use other
magnetic forces as a means of propulsion.

You can use any frequency you want.

So, how's it used as a weapon?

The human body carries a small
electrical charge, right?

You tune the disk to the charge,
and then... [snaps fingers]

Flathead's basically correct. It's
like turning your radio dial to K-I-L-L.

The technology is incredible!
I need more time to study it.

- Fine, keep it. We'll be back.
- Forget it, you had your chance.

I'm taking that thing to Switzer now.

Are you crazy? The goddamn thing
almost took my head off twice

and I know what I'm doing!
You can't take it.

[laughs] Oh, really? I can't take it?

You wouldn't get 10 feet.

Let him finish,
then you can take it to Switzer.

[sighs]

Ah, yeah, fine. Fine.

Hide it! You got it!

Three more like him came in last night.

[Caine] What makes you think
they're related to our case?

Cause of death.

Massive heroin overdose.
This guy was no addict. Look.

It's definitely not self-induced.

- Was it the feds' heroin?
- l think so.

The potency was incredible.

Your psycho stole a lot of heroin
to kill people with.

Why? I mean...
why would he do that?

People do a lot of sick things
to each other.

[Caine] What about the bullet hole?

Oh, it's not a bullet hole.

What is it?

I'm about to find out.
Do you wanna stick around?

[revving]

[sighs] No, thanks, I'll pass.

I'm just gonna
make a phone call or something.

- Sorry!
- [saw revving]

[woman over PA]
Doctor Schaeffer to pathology.

Doctor Schaeffer to pathology.

Come on.

I'll call you back, sir.

- Got kind of stuffy in there, you know?
- Caine!

Here.

This came for you about an hour ago.

Thanks.

What's with you two, anyway?
Kind of a love-hate thing?

More a hate-hate thing.

What's that?

"Dear Caine,
having a great time in Rio.

"Wish you were dead.
Love, Victor Manning.

"P.S. I told Warren to look you up."

Who's Warren?

Will you look at that bastard smiling!

He kills my partner,
then goes to Rio for Christmas.

[Smith] So, who's Warren?

Manning's partner, head of
the White Boys. Yuppie criminals.

I've been after
this guy for two years now.

Where are we going, anyway?

We're going to see Warren
before he sees us.

Okay.

What did you say?
I said, "Okay."

[Caine] Oh, shit!

How well do you know
this neighborhood?

A little.

Let me drive.

No. Uh-uh. No way.
It's my car. I'm driving.

Really? Well, there are two members of
the White Boys following us.

Come on, let me take the wheel.

I said I'm driving.

[glass shatters]

On second thought,
you go ahead!

[tires squealing]

Turn right.

Goddamn it!
What are you doing?

Shortcut. You ever hear of those?

[Smith] Let's stop fucking around
and get some back up in here!

I know what I'm doing.

[gun cocks]

Shit. Where'd you get that?

Christmas present from my mother.

Look out!

[woman screams]

Caine, come on!
We're not gonna play chicken, are we?

- Last thing a White Boy wants...
- Caine! Caine!

...is a scratch on his car!

I got 'em!

Son of a bitch!

That's it!

Warren's a dead man.

[Smith] Where are we?
Is this warren's?

[Caine] Yep.

We have to follow procedure,
Caine, don't you realize that?

We have to go back and get a warrant.

Now!

Nope. Now I don't care.

[car alarm wailing]

[horn honking]

[car alarm wailing]

[talking indistinctly]

[horn honking]

Goddamn it!

Hey...

[groans]

[grunts]

Shit!

Next.

Alex.

What's the latest on the LVO transfer?

- Not here. The carpet!
- Sorry!

Guns on the table.

Come on, boys!

Do it!

All right. Now get up.

[shouts] I said get up!

Okay, Warren.
Now you and I are gonna have a talk.

Nice to see you again, Caine.

Just sit down, Warren.

You shouldn't have come here.

Victor didn't want to go
to Rio till next month.

Place is packed.

- He had to fly coach!
- [all laughing]

I didn't kill your boys, Warren.

Bullshit!

You're after the wrong guy.

For some reason,
you cops have called a drug war.

What, did we
forget a payment or something?

[all laughing]

Our sales in the last three days
have gone straight into the crapper.

I mean, we could be talking
no bonuses this quarter!

- [all laughing]
- [Caine] Drug war?

What the fuck are you
talking about, drug war?

[sighs]

Why, why, why am I
even talking to this cop?

- 'Cause you're gonna kill him!
- [all laughing]

Oh, right.

Nothing personal, Caine.
Just business.

You're forgetting who's got the gun.

Oh, I think I can come up
with some leverage.

[all laughing]

All right, Caine,
you've got two things to consider.

[White boy] Come on, man, move it!

One, Victor wanted you dead
by the close of business today.

Two.

We have a drop to make.

I ought to call it off, but we have
a serious cash-flow problem,

so you're going to do it for me.

If anybody's gonna be killed,
I guess it's just gonna have to be you.

[laughs] Forget it.

Oh, you'll do it.

Or else you'll start to get a very bad
reputation for losing partners.

You understand the drill, right?

Just give it to me.

[scoffs]

No mistakes, pal.

Hope you guys understand
you're in a lot of trouble.

[man speaking Cantonese]

Yes, sir, what can I do for you?

Don't be foolish.

Tell the White Boys to kiss my ass!

[growls]

[groans]

[White boy] Come on!

[grunting]

[grunts]

[groans]

What the fuck was that?
What happened, goddamn it, what happened?

Who was that?

[siren wailing]

What's going on, goddamn it?

Just shut up and let me think!

Who's this?

You're gonna tell me what
happened out there, and right now!

Just wait here and we'll go
back for the disk later.

Oh, fine, you go right ahead
and take your time, you know...

and don't worry about me, I'm just here
at your goddamn beck and call! Okay?

Mmm-hmm. I think so. Yeah.
[laughs] Maybe.

Excuse me, young lady,
emergency call, FBI.

You're not gonna believe
what just happened!

Thank you. Do you have
change for a dollar?

Hmm. I always thought I'd be
the one to wring your neck.

Cute.
You wanna answer my question?

Yeah. Roughly speaking,

heroin stimulates the pituitary
to make endorphins.

Endorphins are a hormone that create
an incredible sense of well-being.

Nature's ecstasy.

So if you shot somebody up,
drilled a hole, and...

Theoretically, you'd have your hands
on a nearly perfect drug.

One ounce would be enough
for a thousand doses.

Why theoretically?

Well, there's no way
in the world to do it.

Nobody has anything like the technology
to preserve or administer the stuff.

Not yet, anyway.

Let me run it down for you again,
operator. I wanna place a collect call.

Okay. No, no, a collect call.

Hey.

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't let that stop you.
It hasn't yet, you know.

I think we're dealing with aliens,
and not from Mexico!

There are two of them.

One's the killer, and I think
the other one's on our side.

Let me tell you something.

You work very hard.

Your mind and body
require a rest or they break down.

It's only natural.

I need you to listen to me.

You need a psychiatrist, Jack!

Look, somebody had to be the first.

The first what, huh?
The first person to see aliens?

Huh? [laughs]

You don't have any proof.
No one's gonna believe it.

I got the disk.

Come on.

Bruce?

Jesus!

What happened?

What do you think happened?

The bastards stole the disk.

Your pal! I knew something like
this was gonna happen!

Goddamn it!

I tried to lie. I swear it.
They knew I had it.

[sighs] Are you all right?

I feel like I look.

You look like shit!

Look who's talking.

Do you know who they were?

I don't know.

Troglodytes with bad haircuts.

Looked like you, actually.

Why don't you shut up?

Terrific. It's our one piece
of evidence, and it's gone.

What are you looking at?

We're going to Malone.

Oh! [laughs] It's your career.
You go ahead.

What're you gonna do? Tell him we're
fighting drug dealers from outer space?

Huh? [laughs]

No shit, man, he had to be
at least seven feet tall!

I saw him about
two blocks down the street.

Yeah, sure you did. Last week you saw
Jimi Hendrix at the laundromat, remember?

Right, with a dryer
full of tie-dyed shirts!

Man, no shit! There's a crazy
motherfucker running around.

Don't y'all ever read the news? Oh, shit!

Hey, just stay cool.

[whispers]
That's him. That's the guy.

Hey!

I come in peace!

Yeah, sure you do, tall guy.
What are you, a politician...

Hey! Leave him alone!

[grunts]

Shit, what the fuck you doing, man?

[groans]

[screaming]

[groaning]

- You're gonna back me up on this, right?
- Absolutely.

- Promise?
- No problem.

Say what?

I agree with you, sir.
I agree with you 100 percent.

I think detective Caine
is jumping to conclusions.

You spineless son of a bitch!

- You do this to test me, Jack?
- It's true!

Well, then bring me some proof!

What about that disk you say you found?

Somebody stole it.

- [Malone] Yeah, sure!
- [phone rings]

Malone here. Yeah.

What? Where?

How many?

Yeah.

Your boy just killed two more
people in a downtown market.

This time, we have a witness.

Dee, tell Harper, Portland and Mulroney
to meet me at this address, right now.

Thanks!
I've got a career to think about.

I can't afford to start telling stories
about goddamn spacemen.

If you can't help,
just stay the hell out of my way!

- Inspector Switzer says...
- That's two!

How many do I get?

[laughs]

- Why can't you understand...
- Because I'm the goddamn coroner,

that's why.

If I don't count as authorized personnel,
I don't know who does!

I can't help you. I'm sorry.

- l don't want you to help me.
- l can't help you.

Jesus! Why am I talking to you?
You're Neanderthal.

Hey! There's no reason to get personal.

What's going on here?

Oh, Jack, thank god! This, this...

Asshole?

Thank you.
This asshole won't let me in.

There are corpses in there,

reports are being made out in my name
and I can't see the bodies.

Detective Caine.

- The crime scene has been sealed.
- Who sealed...

I'll handle this, please.
What seems to be the problem?

Smith, FBI.

Look, you can all put your wallets away.

I don't care if you got the gold card.
You're not getting in there.

I think we are.

Oh, I think not.

Come on.

Hey, Frank, what the hell
is going on here?

I don't know! They got
the place completely...

I thought you were a big-shot FBI guy.

Come on, don't give me any shit.
I've never seen those guys before!

Isn't that your boss?

Yeah.

I'd like to talk to that guy right there.

Inspector Switzer!

Oh, it's okay. Let him through.

What the hell's going on here?
Where's that witness you were talking...

There is no witness.
Now, listen to me.

- What...
- Don't talk, just listen.

It's all taken care of.

This case is closed.
As of this moment,

you are officially on
vacation. Now beat it!

What does that mean,
"taken care of"?

It means it's not our problem anymore.

Get out of here!

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sighs]

[bubbling]

Excuse me. Diane?

Come here for a second.

I've been put on vacation.

How about taking a trip?

What?

A long one, just you and me.
Someplace we never heard of.

What about my job, Jack?

Take a vacation, too!

I can't.

Then quit. Look at this!

Don't tempt me, Jack. I'll do it.

Good.

You go home, pack,
then pick me up at my place.

Are you serious about this?

I promise. Cross my heart!

Jack, mess with me on this one and
I'll have your lungs filled with water.

Hey.

Hey!

What's the matter?
Aren't we friends anymore, huh?

Well, I guess that's it, huh?

What did Switzer tell you?

- Just about the whole story.
- Bullshit!

Hey, I know what I need to know. Okay?

- All right, that's three!
- [grunts]

You know the difference
between you and me?

You don't fucking care!

You just want to please.

Fuck you! I do my job! I do what I'm
asked to do and I respect my superiors!

That's the difference between you and me!

I'm a team player.

Well, your team sucks.

[groaning]

Holy shit!

[whispers]
He must be stopped.

[door opens]

You've got some set of balls,
you know that?

Give us a second, will ya?

I never, ever wanna
work with you again as long as...

Holy shit!

Calm down!
He's the one I told you about.

Look! Look!

[Caine] He's on our side.

[breathing heavily]

[Caine] Let's get the hell out of here.

[gasping]

Holy shit!

[dripping]

Oh, man, he's bleeding.

Who are you?

An officer of the law, like you.

[nervously]
He speaks English, huh?

Stop him!

What does he want?

Blarcy, a priceless drug

where I'm from.

Rare and illegal.
What you call endorphins.

Dealer. Just a lousy dealer!

I don't believe
any of this is happening.

He'll kill your people
by the thousands to get it cheaply.

Where did you say you're from?

Stop him!

If he returns, others will come.

It will be a slaughter.

He's at the storage place.

Destroy it!

Near Quarterway.

It could be the Fletcher building.

You must promise me.

Promise me!

I promise.

[exhales]

At least we have something now,
you know?

- What?
- His body.

We've got proof.

[gasps]

[groaning]

[searing]

Shit! Goddamn it! I got it. I got it.
Nothing much of him left.

Jesus Christ!
Did you see that?

Did I see it? It almost
burned my fucking face off, man.

- You all right?
- I'm all right. I'm all right.

I'm all right. I got it!

I got his weapon.

Great. That's our proof.

All we gotta do is
take it to Malone and...

Wait a second.
Inspector Switzer has to be informed.

He has to see it first.

Forget Switzer!
You wanna stop this thing?

You think Malone's gonna do it? Huh?

You're dreaming!
I'm taking this to Switzer. He'll stop it.

No, he won't. Switzer is a liar.

He'll tell you one thing
and he means another!

Pretty soon he'll
feed you that old line about

breaking eggs to make an omelet.
Can't you see that?

Now, give me the gun.

No.

What do you mean, no?
Come on!

I said no!

Sorry, Jack. I'll use it.

You stupid fuck!

You know, you've been a pain in the ass
since this thing started.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I'm taking this to Switzer.
I'm just doing my job.

Are you?

We're the good guys, Jack.

Somewhere along the line,
you just forgot that.

Know what I mean?

You okay?

Yeah.

Good.

Don't worry, you did the right thing.

You did a fantastic job,
and your record will reflect that.

First the disk, and now this.

What happens now, sir?

I mean, I was wondering how this
is going to be handled, you know?

Larry, I'm surprised at you
asking so many questions.

Been around Caine too much, I guess.

No.

Well, suffice it to say that

this will be applied to
the national interest.

Well, that's something
I wanted to talk to you about, sir.

I won't ask you to remove Caine.
You've done enough work on this one.

Remove him?
What are you talking about?

Don't be naive.

The military benefits of a successful
contact with this alien are enormous

and cannot be compromised by somebody
like Caine, who just wants to kill it!

As far as you're concerned,
this case is closed.

[laughs]

This alien's killing people.

Can't make an omelet
without breaking a few eggs.

Don't worry.

You get used to this kind of work.

- Trust me.
- [cocks gun]

[gunshot]

Never trust nobody.

Caine manual,
page one, chapter one.

[Smith] Thanks for
helping me out back there.

[Caine] Forget it.

You want to quit?

No.

No.

I'm kind of used to following procedure.

You know?

Right now, I think we should just...

kick some ass.

Why did you follow me, anyway?

Instinct.

You know how to use that gun?

Yeah, sure. It's just a gun.

- [clattering]
- [gasps]

Oh, fuck!

Hey, look.

[Smith] What?

Where you going?

[Caine whistles]
Look at this shit.

Ow! God damn it!

We're too late.

We missed him.

[screams]

No, no, no, get out!
I got him! I got him!

[grunting]

[clicking]
- Shit!

[grunting]

Shit!

[groaning]

[Smith] Go, go, go, go, go!

[whirring]

[grunts]

[Caine] Come on!

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Give me that!
- No, I'll get it! I'll get it!

Damn it, it's stuck! Come on.

- [beeping]
- Come on.

Get back! Get back!

[groaning]

Yeah, take that,
you miserable son of a...

bitch.

Run!

[beeping]

I got it! I got it!

[groans]

Oh!

- You all right?
- Did I get him?

- l think I got him.
- l think so.

Where's that big son of a bitch?

Hell of a recoil, huh?

This baby can do some damage.

[groans] Where is he?

I don't know.

What is that? What is that?

[air hissing]

Looks like we've got what he came for.

It's the endorphins.

[growling]

Lucky son of a bitch.
Ow! Ow!

One clear shot.
That's all I needed.

One clear shot and that big,
ugly bastard would have been history.

- What are you doing?
- l got an idea.

What idea?

He wants his stuff, and we
don't want to invite him here.

What do you mean? Where?

Somewhere I can give you
your one clear shot.

You got a jacket
in there or something for me?

I thought you didn't like my clothes.

Thanks.

We might need this.

[gun cocking]

Hey, it fits!

It should.
It was mine when I was 12.

Thank you.

Bring the spacegun,
we're outta here.

[doorknob rattling]

- Oh!
- Diane?

Jack, quit screwing around,
I'm already packed.

God, Diane!

Diane?

- Yeah, Diane.
- Uh, what's going on?

You've got to go home. Come on.

I thought we were going on vacation!

Well, something came up.

God damn it, Jack, I just quit my job!
Do you understand that?

I know, I know. I can explain.

Careful, Caine.
Don't let her get the upper hand.

Jack, I wish you would just tell me
what the hell is going on!

- [gunfire]
- [screaming]

Christ, who the hell is that?

You fucked up, Caine!

Oh, shit, not now!

Where's the money?

[Smith] That's it.
These guys are level two.

[screaming]

[siren wails]

Throw down your weapons. Now!

I'm still waiting for an explanation.

It's getting kind of complicated.
Stay down.

[officer] I said drop 'em!

Fuck you!

[laughing]
- [White Boy] C'mon, let's get outta here!

What the fuck?

Who the hell is that?

Come on! Get in the car!
Go, go, go. Get in!

[screaming]

[Smith] Start the car! Start the car!

Go!

17W9, proceeding north
on Grand. I need backup.

I'm being pursued
by a blue-and-white!

Who is that guy?

Some asshole from outer space.

Yeah, but there's nothing
to worry about. I've got this.

Oh, I see, a spacegun!

So, you guys are
right on top of things.

[horn blaring]

Look out!

[people screaming]

[horn blaring]

Get back on the street!
Get back on the street!

Stay on the sidewalk!
Stay on the sidewalk!

[horn blaring]

Jack!

[sirens wailing]

[screaming]

[Smith] Oh shit!

Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!
Be careful!

[both screaming]

[officer over radio]
You in the police car,

pull your vehicle over immediately.

You are driving a municipal vehicle
without authorization.

Pull it over. Now!

Oh, shit! He's still with us!

- [gun beeping]
- I'm gonna toast this clown!

[tires squealing]

Oh, yeah!

Oh, shit!

[screaming]

Upstairs?

Yeah.

Jack.

Keep moving, Smith,
up that ladder.

[panting]

All right, up there, Smith.
Your one clear shot.

I'm right behind you. Hurry!

There he is. There he is.
Okay, let's push this all the way to four.

[beeping]

[breathing heavily]

Come on! Come on!

[Diane] He's going for it.

No!

Lights out!

[gun clicking]

[snarling]

Fuck! It's empty.

Smith, it's empty!
Come on, let's get outta here!

[shouting]

Get outta here! Come on!

[gunshots]

Move, move, move!

[grunting]

[Smith] Move, move! Go, go, go!

Diane!

[yelling]

- What are you doing? Come on! Come on!
- Please, Jack!

Get the hell outta here!

Come on, let's go! Move it!

[distant explosions]

That's good!
Come on, let's go!

Watch your step.

Hold it!

[yelling]

[Diane screaming]

Let her go!

I said let her go!

- [glass shatters]
- [snarls]

[screaming]

- [glass shatters]
- [growis]

[breathing heavily]

[growling]

[whirring]

[grunting]

[groans]

[struggling]

[growls]

Ah!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[grunts]

[screaming]

[snarls]

I win!

Fuck you, spaceman!

[screaming]

- [grunting]
- [beeps]

[screaming]

- [scream echoing]
- [gasps]

Smith!

Smith!

God, are you all right?

[groaning] Let me at him!

[growling]

I come in peace!

[beeping]

And you go in pieces, asshole!

[screaming]

[Diane] Jack!

Come on!

Hell of a night, huh?

Yeah. Ow! Ow!

Glad I softened him up for you.

Yeah. Nice work, Smith!

What the hell is your first name, anyway?

- Arwood.
- What?

Arwood. My friends call me Larry.

Uh-huh. Nice work, Smith!

Can we please go on vacation now?

I promised, didn't I?

Where are we going, anyway?

Well, I was thinking of Rio.

No, no. No. No.

♪ I'm on fire with somebody

♪ Well I just can't believe it's you again

♪ All those lies and they're hurting

♪ It's taking time for
all those scars to mend

♪ Girl, since you left me

♪ It's been a long time a long time

♪ We'll lay it on the line

♪ If you'll just touch me tonight

♪ And give me one more
chance to make it right

♪ Baby touch me tonight

♪ If you feel the love in your heart

♪ Then touch me tonight

♪ Let it out, don't take it

♪ All those words are just in the past

♪ Give it time, we can make it

♪ 'Cause only truth can ever make it last

♪ No, don't be afraid

♪ You've got to hold on, hold on

♪ We know the feeling is strong

♪ So won't you touch me tonight?

♪ Just give me one more
chance to make it right

♪ And baby, touch me tonight

♪ If you feel the love in your heart

♪ Then touch me tonight

♪ When it burns itself
into that southern sky

♪ There's a voice whispering in my ear

♪ Tonight's gonna be the night

♪ On the street no one's turning

♪ And I've been fighting a losing fight

♪ In the heat something's burning

♪ I need somebody who can make it right

♪ You, you've got it all

♪ And if you want to see it through

♪ I won't go far from you

♪ If you'll just touch me tonight

♪ Touch me tonight and it'll be all right

♪ Touch me tonight

♪ If you feel the love in your heart

♪ Then touch me tonight ♪