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Hi.

Harry! What a surprise.
It's good to see you.

Hey. It's not what it looks like.

Tony and I are old friends.
Ain't that right, Tony?

Harry and I were partners.

Huh, Harry?

Well, more than partners, huh?

Good times, huh, Harry?

No. No, Harry.

Harry, no!

Cut, cut!

Great! We've got it!

Are you ladies all right?

Are you okay? That was great.

Ellen, come on out of there.

-How was I?
-You were great. Nobody dies like you.

-Are we going again?
-Not on your bit.

-Good! I'm free!
-He wants the bartender again.

-Yeah, you're free for lunch.
-Where are we going?

-The Italian joint?
-I hate Italian food.

Hey, you did a beautiful job.

-Where have you been?
-Plenty of blood.

-How are we doing here?
-Rollie, great work.

-Looked terrific.
-Let's do it again sometime.

We will, in a minute.

It's perfect now.
The cornstarch works great.

-Rollie Tyler?
-Yeah.

-Hi. I'm Joe Leitner.
-How do you do?

Rollie, that was sensational. As usual.

-We're gonna go again soon.
-Yeah. We'll be right.

I've been a big fan of yours
since you came to this country.

Thank you very much,
but we're a little busy now, as you can see.

-How did you get on the set?
-I'm not just a fan.

I'm a producer.

I've really admired your stuff.

-Ever since Vermin from Venus.
-You saw that?

That's the one that got him deported
from Australia.

The movie wasn't that great,
but the special effects were incredible!

-And also very expensive.
-Well, we have a decent budget.

Which brings me to the project
I wanted to talk to you about.

-It's not a splatter movie. More sci-fi.
-Hi.

I'm Ellen. I'm in the movie.

Oh, right! The wig and everything.

-That was lovely. I saw that.
-Thank you.

That was...

-If we could discuss this privately...
-Tomorrow, 11:00 a.m. at my workshop?

11:00 a.m. is great. Thanks very much.
I appreciate this.

Very nice to meet you.
And that looked great! Amazing.

Bye-bye.

Thanks very much.

Nice man. Might be a job in that.

Nobody cares about making movies
about people anymore.

All they care about is special effects.

I'm gonna cry.

-Frank, can I borrow this?
-Sure.

Rollie...

-Wow! That works great!
-It's good, innit?

-It's for the suicide scene.
-Sure is.

-It's great.
-Like it?

No.

Listen, guys. I'm gonna skip lunch,

'cause I feel yucky,
and I wanna take a shower.

-Charlie, could you drop Ellen off?
-Yeah. No problem.

I love you. Goodbye. 7:00. Don't forget.

-Bye, Andy.
-Bye, Ellen.

The first stop is Prince Street
between Wooster and Greene.

I'm the first to make sure
of my real life pleasure!

I have an audition in half an hour.

I have to go to Susan's apartment.
Water those cats and feed the plants.

Don't forget.
Dinner tonight in Susan's apartment.

I don't wanna go. I'll stay here with...
No, I gotta go.

Do you have to rehearse
this early in the morning?

Oh, God...

-Good luck!
-Break a leg.

Break a leg.

Taxi!

Hey, Leitner!

Up here!

Sorry. I should've warned you
about Rosebud.

-I use it to scare off burglars.
-I can believe that! Wow!

-Come on in.
-Wow. That is great.

Oh, my God!

-Song of the Succubus.
-That's right.

Planet of the Female Mummies.

-You've done your homework.
-Yeah. Oh, God!

Blood in the Basement.

-Careful of that.
-Sorry.

-I Dismember Mama.
-You know them all.

Yeah. That's great. That's beautiful.

Rock-A-Die Baby.

How about some coffee, Mr. Leitner?

My name's not Leitner. It's Lipton.

Okay, Lipton. In that case,
maybe you'd prefer tea.

-I'm not a movie producer either.
-So what are you?

Justice Department.

Sorry about using the phony names,
but it's for security, yours as well as mine.

-Am I in trouble?
-No! Not at all.

As a matter of fact, we are.

We thought we might be able to utilize
your particular genius to help us out.

-Did you say coffee?
-Yeah. Great. Thanks.

Ever heard of
the Witness Relocation Program?

Can't say I have, no.

Basically, people testify for
the government in exchange for protection.

We give them new identities,
set them up in different cities...

-Milk? Sugar?
-Milk, no sugar. Thanks.

I did a movie like that once.
A guy sees a murder...

I'd like to hear about that, but...

-We have Nicholas De Franco in custody.
-The Mob guy? I read about him.

He'll testify for us
if we can keep him alive that long.

Well, good luck.

A contract's been put out on his life.

So we figure the best thing to do
is to make them believe that he's dead.

There you go.

We wanna stage a fake assassination.

We wanna do it in public,
and we want you to supervise it.

You're crazy.

Look, I wasn't just flattering you.

-I know you could pull it off.
-I didn't say I couldn't pull it off.

Just direct it for me. Supervise it.

Christ! You've seen too many movies.

Just out of curiosity,
when would this have to happen?

-Within a week.
-God! No way!

Why not?
You're used to working under pressure.

I'm a special-effects man.
I deal in make-believe.

I'd like to keep it like that.

It requires skill, precision and timing!

I couldn't teach you to do what I do
in a week and expect you to pull it off.

We're in a position
to break the Mafia's back,

put 20% of them behind bars.

-Also, I'll pay $30,000 tax free...
-Money doesn't give me the time I need!

Okay, look, just think about it.

Just think about it, please.

That's all we ask.

Who's the "we"?

Do you have any idea what damage
De Franco could do to organized crime

-if he lives to testify?
-Nice work if you can get it.

What does that mean?

It means it pisses me off, that's all.

God, this guy's a total slime.

Been one of the heads of organized crime
for 40 years.

Then when he wants to retire, he just
gives evidence and walks away scot-free.

Mr. Tyler, that 40 years
is exactly why he's so valuable to us.

I mean, if life were fair,
we wouldn't need a Justice Department.

No, I guess you wouldn't.

What do you say? Will you help us?

Well, I'd like to,
but this is a bit out of my line.

-Shit.
-Martin...

Great. Stick with
your make-believe toy models.

-Mr. Tyler's under no obligation.
-Thank you.

Listen, I thank you for coming.

I'm disappointed. You realize
it's important we keep this confidential?

-Yeah, sure.
-And I understand.

I mean, it is a big responsibility.

I appreciate your moral qualms
about De Franco.

I'll remember your moral qualms
next time a teenager OD's on Mafia dope.

Good. You do that.

Leave him alone, Martin.
We'll get McKinnon.

Yeah, that's the guy
we should've gone to in the first place.

-Bill McKinnon?
-Yeah.

It was nice meeting you, Mr. Tyler.

Give me 24 hours to think about it?

Hi.

How are you?

"Oh, fine! How are you?"

-I'm great. How are you?
-Sorry. I'm a little preoccupied.

-Did you take that job?
-They're thinking about using McKinnon.

McKinnon? Is there a part for me in it?

You'd work on a job
that used McKinnon instead of me?

Sweetie, never ask an actress
a question like that.

No, there's no part for you in it.
Not in this job.

Then who cares if they use McKinnon?

Bok choy has great texture.
Like alien flesh.

Is that all you ever think about?

I try not to.

What is it? McKinnon?

-No, not exactly.
-Then why are you so serious?

Andy? Rollie.

Yeah, I know what time it is.

I need your radiotelephone.

I'll be right over.

No, just leave it with the doorman.

You go back to sleep, all right?

Good night.

That job that guy wanted me to do?

I think I'll do it.

At 3:00 in the morning?

See you.

-What's this? You don't smoke cigars.
-Rollie, please don't. It's personal.

Come on, Andy.
I've known you for four years. What is it?

Just don't look in there. Okay?

Okay, Andy. Head down Broadway.
I'm not going in till noon today.

-Where are we going?
-You are going to return the gear.

I'm gonna see a man about a job.

Now pull over.

Tyler?

Anyone see you come up?

-Did anyone see you?
-No. What the hell are you doing?

-So no one knows you're here.
-My secretary! I told her.

-You're lying, Lipton.
-Jesus! All right, I'm lying!

You got a dangerous sense of humor, mate.

So how does this work?

Have a look in the crotch.

It's a receiver.

Yeah. And here's the transmitter.

It's like remote control.

-Are there blanks in there?
-Yeah, blanks.

Remember the programmed sequence,
and you hit a bull's-eye every time.

De Franco?

De Franco. When?

Turn him to the side.

I look ugly. I hope you're a better
effects man than photographer.

You'll soon find out.

All right, pick a point in space.
Look at it. Close your eyes.

You'll be all right.

Lipton.

Support the front.

Good.

Lean forward.

It's five minutes.

-Is that it?
-We can do it again if you want to.

Wise guy.

Have you got the negatives?

I gather Lipton thinks everything
is going fine. What do you think?

You're the director. I just rig them.

If he blows this, we're in trouble.

We will not only look pretty silly.
We'll never get another witness.

He'll be all right. He's just gotta calm down.
A bit nervous, I think.

Listen, Rollie,

I know I don't have the right to ask this.

Yeah, go on.

You know you're the only one
who can do this job.

We're talking
about a very special effect here.

You've got the knowledge.
You've got the experience.

Without you, it just won't work.

You want me to pull the trigger?

Terrific!

What if someone takes a shot at me?

The restaurant will be filled
with our people.

-And Lipton?
-Forget about Lipton.

If he gives you any trouble,
you come directly to me.

Rollie, this is a case
where we really need you.

$30,000. 60 seconds' work.

Michael Corleone went to Sicily.
What happens to me?

You are 100% protected.
I give you my word.

I also give you my thanks.

I can't tell you how much
we appreciate this.

I must be mad.

All right. Sit down. Shirt off.

-What, not even a hello?
-Hello.

-Shirt off.
-Always a wise guy.

Talks like he's getting ready to kill me.

What's that?

What, this?

I got a pack of Luckies in there.

No, it's a pacemaker. Cost me 15 grand.

-And they call me a thief!
-You probably are.

-That's cold.
-There you are.

Hey, this is great.
Give me your best shot, right here.

I might kill you.

Put that gun down.

All right. This is spirit gum.

-What's that? Glue?
-Yep.

That's it.

The Man in the Iron Mask.

Here, pass this through, will you?

-What's this black box?
-A receiver.

-What, like some kind of radio?
-Exactly like a radio.

Forget it! Are you guys nuts?

-What's the matter?
-My pacemaker!

If I get any voltage near my chest,
I'm dead for real!

-Not with this amperage.
-How the hell do you know?

Listen, Tyler,
you'd better be goddamn sure!

Now I'm sure. All right?

Let's get on with it. Sit down.

Wise guy.

Let's start again, eh?

-Well? Am I beautiful?
-Settle for Italian.

Hey, Tyler,

don't screw up.

Don't forget to get rid of that shit.

Better get rid of that.

I hate to do it. Particularly this one.

No loose ends.

Here we go.

-They got there fast!
-Of course they did. They're ours.

-Any problems?
-No. No problems at all.

People everywhere.
I shot him in the middle of his shrimp.

Why the plastic?

I didn't want to get any stains on the seat.

What stains?

I'm sorry, Rollie.

No loose ends.

Not again. Not again!

No parking after 10:00!

I told you yesterday!
No parking after 10:00!

What the hell's the matter
with you people?

This is my site! My street!

Mason, it's Tyler!

-Lipton just tried to kill me!
-What are you talking about?

-You heard me!
-When? Where?

In the car after the stunt.
He pulled a gun on me!

-Were you hurt?
-No, no. I'm not hurt. I just took off.

-He's out here somewhere! He's after me!
-Hold it just a second. Let me think.

What's there to think about?
He's up to something! He tried to kill me!

De Franco must have paid Lipton off.
I'll kill him!

Not if they kill me first!

Listen to me. Stay right where you are.

Are you kidding?

You've gotta get to me!

Do as I tell you, Rollie!
I can't let you take any more risks.

I'll send a patrol car to take you
to the commissioner's office.

I'll meet you there.

Yeah! Okay.

Just fucking hurry up!

Okay. Now, where are you?

I don't know! In a phone booth!

On the corner of 51st and 11th!

All right. Rollie, I can't tell you
how sorry I am this happened.

But do me a favor, yourself a favor.
Stay there.

-Wait for us. Okay?
-All right!

Yeah, Rick and Susie want us
to meet them at Kelly's.

I know it's raining. So what?
A little rain never hurt anybody.

Base One, this is Mobile One.

We made the delivery,
but it's the wrong address.

-Get out of there fast.
-What about Tyler?

Forget Tyler! Just get out of there!

-Did you get that?
-Yeah.

So what do we do?

Get over to the hospital.
It's time we brought in a professional.

-Do you have any suspects?
-Not yet, but we have several possibilities.

-Wasn't De Franco in protective custody?
-Yes, he was.

Well, who was protecting him?

Hi, Jake.

There he is. What's left of him.

Yeah, that's De Franco.

-Want me to sign this?
-Yeah. Please.

I'll take this down to the squad
and have it vouched for.

Good night.

Quick, get in there.

-Why you?
-Because they knew I'd fall for it.

"Rollie, you're the best."
I dropped my pants and bent over.

-Who are they?
-I know who they said they were, but...

-Why not go to the police?
-An hour ago two cops tried to kill me!

They're probably not real police.

They had a police car, a police radio.
They looked like fucking police!

Relax!

You haven't done anything.

I'm not so sure.

I loaded the gun with blanks.

But when I was making up De Franco
in the truck,

Lipton kept messing with the gun.

-So?
-So, what if he put in real bullets?

Oh, Rollie.

But then if they wanted him dead,
why didn't they just kill him themselves?

I don't know.

-Wait.
-What?

What? Come on.

You said they wanted
to do it in public, right?

Yeah.

To kill De Franco, they had to get him away
from police protection.

Well, maybe they knew
that De Franco would refuse

unless Rollie Tyler, the effects man,
was there

to pull off this phony murder.

You were the bait!

What time is it?

Don't worry about it.
There's no work today.

How are you feeling?

How are you feeling?

I've been better.

I'm not kidding!

Leave me alone.

-I've figured it out.
-What do you mean?

It's simple.
You go directly to the newspapers.

-Come on.
-I mean it.

Do a Woodward and Bernstein.
Blow the whistle on these bastards.

What makes you think they'd believe me?

I believe you.

Stop being so paranoid.

It's such a gorgeous day.

You're such a gorgeous girl.

The sun is shining,
the birds are singing, flowers growing.

Come on. Get dressed, and let's go do it.
Get up.

Someone will believe us.

Yeah, I guess they will.

Talk to me.

I said talk to me!

Talk to me, you bastard!

Who are you? Who sent you?
Why'd you kill her?

Who does Mason work for? I want Mason!

Oh, no.

What?

138 Greene Street.

Can't you even say hello?

138 Greene Street. Like the color.

One unknown male, white.
One unknown female, white.

Both unidentified. Hello and goodbye.

Bobby, get a shot of this window.

-What happened to the bodies?
-The ME took them downtown.

-Who reported it?
-Susan Melnick. It's her apartment.

-Where is she?
-Downtown.

How am I supposed to investigate
if everybody's downtown?

I couldn't hold them here forever, Leo.
I didn't know when you'd show up.

Hey, Leo? Here's what we came up with
in an empty apartment across the street.

-What is that, Eddie? 30-caliber?
-Yeah, 30-caliber close-assault carbine.

US model with silencer and laser scope.

Jesus H. Christ.

Whatever happened
to Saturday night specials?

-This was the girl?
-Yeah.

Shot through the front?

We figured she was standing
at the window when she got it.

How did she get to the bed?

-What about him?
-He's a William J. Adams.

They're trying to figure it out now.

Start checking with the neighbors.
I'll catch you later downtown.

He was a cop.

-A cop?
-Ex-cop.

William J. Adams. Born 10-05-46.

Two years military. Honorable discharge.

Six years NYPD. Packed the job in 04-06-81.

The rest is N/A.

Not available.

Could you get me a make
on the fingerprints?

Here it is.

They lifted four sets of prints
from the apartment. Two male, two female.

The female matched the dead girl
and the apartment's owner, Susan Melnick.

One of the male's prints
match your dead cop Adams.

We're still trying to make the other.

-Leo.
-Mickey, anything from the neighbors?

-Nobody heard a thing.
-Of course.

-But I got the word on Ellen Keith. Hi.
-Hi.

She had a couple or three boyfriends
this last year.

One's a film producer from Beverly Hills.
The other is an actor from California.

-They've both got solid alibis.
-And the third guy?

-Leo, you still need me, or can I...
-Just a sec. What about the third guy?

He's a special-effects man.
They do the tricks in the movies.

They were working on the same movie.

Name's Roland Tyler. They were an item.

-Where is this Tyler?
-He got into the wind two days ago.

Quite a coincidence.

You got an address on this guy?

I think I can find one somewhere.

Sweetie, see what you can dig up for me
on this Adams guy, huh?

Leo, the file's closed!

Reopen it.

Andy, listen. It's Rollie.

I want you to get my green makeup kit.

Yeah, it's in my place. Bring it...

Don't ask any questions, please.
Just do as I ask. All right?

I want you to bring it
to the boat pond in Central Park.

I'll be in the boathouse.

No, we're not doing a boat movie.
Just do as I ask, please.

I'll see you later.

We were with De Franco in his apartment.
He asked to go to the bathroom.

After 20 minutes, Marshal Morgan and I
went to check, and he was gone.

It's like I told Murdoch last night.
De Franco just slipped out.

-How did he get to that restaurant?
-I have no idea. A cab, I suppose.

It's my fault. I admit it.

-Do you want my resignation?
-I want your report, my desk, one hour.

Look, I'll get out of your hair.

Thanks, Murdoch.

Listen, I'm sorry about all of this!

I want you to meet Agent Whitemore.

-She will be liaison with your office.
-Anything I can do.

My desk, one hour!

-He bought that.
-Maybe.

Lieutenant Murdoch,
is an informer involved?

-You don't have shit, do you, Murdoch?
-McCarthy, if you'll excuse me...

Give me De Franco. I'll take all the press,
all the responsibility.

Hell, I'll even give you the collar.
Just give me De Franco.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Leo McCarthy, first he brought
in De Franco, then De Franco's killer.

Why don't you just give it up, Leo?

-Not again, Leo. I don't wanna hear it.
-Well, you're gonna hear it, god damn it.

I busted my ass for six months
on De Franco. Six months!

He finally comes in, and first he gets
shipped off to Lipton, who gets him killed.

And then you assign the case
to that asshole Murdoch. Why, Jake? Why?

You wanna know why? Because
I don't have time to play wet nurse

to some pathetic cop
who thinks he got the shaft.

-I did get the shaft. You shafted me.
-Know why Murdoch gets the glory?

Because he won't piss people off.
And, Leo, you piss people off.

Rollie?

Hi! I brought... What are you wearing?

Look! You were followed!

-Followed?
-We've gotta lose him.

-Who?
-The tall one!

Rollie Tyler has a rifle
pointed right at your head.

If you wanna meet with him,
he'll know when you take this boat

and put it in the water.

Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Rollie!

God damn you!

You've got to tell me what's going on!

I killed a man, three people have tried
to shoot me, and Ellen's dead.

Did you knock?

Try it.

-Open up!
-I'm going for the tools.

Open up in there!

Put it away.

-Let's get out of here. We're dirty in here.
-Relax. We're in here already.

We'll look around. If we find anything,
then we'll phone down for a warrant.

Jesus Christ!

Look at this place.

I told you. He does special effects.

Wow. I Dismember Mama.

Great!

You mean you paid good money
to look at this crap?

What kind of a guy
dreams this shit up, Mickey?

I mean, maybe this Tyler went nuts.
Look at how he lives.

Hey, I've seen your apartment, Leo.
Remember?

Maybe Mr. Tyler got tired of make-believe.
Decided it was time to try the real thing.

I can't tell these from the real thing.

Hey, Mickey.

You remember the medical examiner's
report on the De Franco hit?

Yeah. Six shots from a pistol.
Five to the chest, one to the head.

-What the hell?
-If only it could talk, huh?

You're not saying Tyler killed Ellen Keith,
Adams and De Franco all in one night?

I don't believe it either.

I believe you.

I can't put the pieces together.

First, I'm hired to do a pretend murder.

Then it's a real murder.

And then the people that hire me
try to murder me.

It doesn't make sense.

And then I bring you into it.
I must be out of my mind.

Now we've got to think what to do.
We've got to come up with something.

We can't stay here forever.

Rollie, let's do something.

Leo.

Good morning, Velez.

What you got?

I called a guy at FBI Central.

He told me your friend Adams,
after he left NYPD,

he joined the Justice Department.

Morning, Marisa.

Morning.

Justice Department.
So that's what was N/A.

And classified, and top secret,
and Christ knows what else.

So, how did you get this guy
at the FBI to help you out?

I told him I was going to Jamaica for
my vacation, and needed some company.

Justice Department? That was it?

No division? No phone number?
No address?

That's all he said.

Hey, Velez!

Could you get me a breakdown of Justice
Department agencies on this thing?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

Antitrust, Attorney General...

-What are you looking for?
-How the hell do I know?

District Attorney,
Immigration, Naturalization,

Interstate Traffic, Theft, WPR.

What's WPR?

Eu-fucking-reka!

Come home to Jamaica.

And have a hell of a time!
Thanks a lot, Velez.

Please hold.

Colonel Mason, these men
have been waiting for you.

-Mr. Mason.
-Yes.

I'm Lieutenant McCarthy, NYPD.

This is my assistant, Detective Gaglione.

How do you do?

May we have a few minutes of your time?

Sure. Follow along.
Tell me what I can do for you.

Well, Do you know a William J. Adams?

Should I know a William J. Adams?

Joyce, will you hold my calls?

Well, he works for you.

Two hundred and fifty three people
work for me.

-Sit down.
-Thanks.

Check the files for an Adams.

William J.

Now, sir, what's your interest in this fella?

He was found murdered this morning.

Murdered?

Well! Boy, that's terrible.

Have you any idea who did it?

-Well, yeah. We found a guy...
-No.

Yes, no.

Thank you.

Yes and no. Let's see.

No wonder I didn't recognize the name.
Adams was what we refer to as a floater.

A floater is what we call a body
we pull out of the East River.

Well, in our parlance
a floater is a freelancer,

an agent with no direct duties.

We used him for witness relocation
from time to time.

Last time was way back in June of '83.

And then...

After that, there's no mention of him
except this,

a below-standard evaluation
on his last assignment.

My bet is that he didn't work out,
and we just discontinued using him.

Anything else?
Any request for references? Addresses?

Just a notation here
that correspondence sent to him

was returned with no forwarding address.

I am sorry that I can't be of more help.

We appreciate your cooperation.

It's nothing. I just hope
that you find whoever killed him.

We'll get them.

Martin, would you come in here, please?

So? What do they know?

So far, they don't know a damn thing.

But for how long?
That goddamn Tyler could sink us.

We're getting out of here tonight.

Get it organized.

That got us nowhere.

-I'm not so sure.
-What?

-I think our nice Mr. Mason is bent as hell.
-Come on!

Number one, Mason says he never heard
of William J. Adams. Right?

Adams is an ex-cop, pulling
a black-bag operation for these people.

He fucks it up, and he gets shit-canned.

And Mason never even heard of him?
That's bullshit.

Number two,
when I tell him Adams had been murdered,

Mason doesn't ask me how.

Everybody, Mickey, has
a morbid sense of curiosity.

-Of course.
-Everybody but Adams' old boss.

It's a theory.

Mason is definitely bent.

How bent is something I'm gonna find out.

Martin, one thing I forgot to mention.

There's a Mr. Tyler calling
for Colonel Mason.

Tell him to keep holding for a second.

-Keep him talking. I'll trace. What line?
-Line two.

Tyler?

This is Lipton.

No, Mason isn't here.

Well, we didn't really expect...

Awful sorry about that, mate,
but if you knew all the details...

Yeah, I'm listening.

Okay, you're absolutely right. It is time.

Okay. Listen, Tyler...

I'm sure that can be arranged.

Listen, would you hold for a second?

He's in the building for Christ's sake.
Calling from a pay phone in the lobby!

Where the hell are you, Tyler?

Remember why you hired me, Lipton.

For my particular genius.

Meet me in 20 minutes exactly
at the corner of Bowery and Houston.

Mason! Did you hear that?

Get him. And make sure you finish him off!

Tyler's in a phone booth
at the corner of Houston and Bowery.

Just keep driving!

Turn left and head east.

Yeah, okay.

This better be good.

Forensic got the prints
of these two at 51st and 11th.

-What happened there?
-A guy was blown away in a phone booth.

-I don't see the connection...
-Look at their Social Security Numbers.

Whose Social Security Numbers?

The two men who killed
the guy in the phone booth.

-Consecutive.
-Yeah, but look.

Varrick was born in Maryland,
Gallagher in Idaho, and three years apart.

How can their numbers
be consecutive unless...

Unless they're phonies.

I thought, "Who makes up
Social Security Numbers?"

And I remembered you were
looking into witness relocation.

This could be worth
an extra week in Jamaica.

You couldn't be away from me that long.
That's very intelligent, Velez.

Let's get our old friend Adams up there.

Don't erase it. Put them both up,
like on a split screen.

I can't.

Let me take some notes.

Leo...

Shit. I never would've thought of that
in a million years.

-It's consecutive.
-Bingo.

That means they're all phony,
and they all work for the same guy.

And I know who that guy is.

Velez, you are a damn good cop.

Thanks.

Take all of Jamaica.

And the Bronx and Staten Island, too.

Okay, give me the keys.

-Look...
-I said the keys!

I'll take that.

-Get out!
-I'm coming.

I said out!

-Look...
-Shut up!

Andy, out. Your turn to ride up front.

You get in.

-Get in!
-Wait!

I thought we were gonna talk!

Now just sit there
and don't ask any questions.

Lipton?

I want Mason's address!

Go fuck yourself, Tyler!

All right, have it your own way!

Put your belt on.

Tyler! Are you crazy?

-Are you all right?
-You're killing me!

Wait a minute!

-Now tell me where Mason is!
-For Christ's sake, Tyler, I don't know!

Maybe this'll jog your memory!

Wait a minute! Wait!

You still alive?

How about you, Lipton?
Having a good time?

All right! Stop! Please!

Okay, Lipton!

-You wanna talk now?
-All right! All right.

So where does Mason live?

-Colonel Mason isn't here.
-Then I need his home address.

That's classified.

Lady, I don't give a shit
if it's tattooed on your ass.

-I'm not playing around here!
-She doesn't know!

The colonel's home address
is strictly confidential.

You should know that.

A recognizable face!
Where does your boss live?

-That is strictly on a need-to-know basis.
-Believe me, darling, I need to know!

I'd hate to see you be made
accessory to four murders.

Are you trying to threaten me
or charm me?

-Whatever.
-Don't you consult with your associates?

I believe Lieutenant Murdoch
has that information.

He may even have it tattooed on his ass.

You're a sweetheart.

I think there's a connection,
but we have to check it out.

It's gonna take a lot of...

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd give me
a few minutes with Lieutenant McCarthy...

-Cool it, Leo.
-Up yours.

-Leo, what the hell do you want?
-I need to see De Franco's file.

For Christ's sake! Don't you ever give up?

Listen, you fucking creep!
I got no time to fuck around with you.

You break out De Franco's file,
or I'll rip out your throat.

-It's on the desk.
-Thank you.

You read that right here in this office.

You bought yourself some trouble now.
You just closed your own case.

This is the end! You buried yourself!

Where the hell do you think you're going
with that? McCarthy? McCarthy!

Leo, wait a minute.

-Guess what I just found.
-No guesses, Mickey. What?

Tyler's truck. It's in the pound.

-They'll call me if he shows up.
-No, go there and sit on it.

There you go, Jim.
Pick a good one for me, huh?

-Sure.
-I'll catch up with you later.

Watch out for the jumpers, Joe.

-Let me use your phone for a minute.
-Sure.

-Hello?
-Is Mr. Mason there?

Who's calling?

-Let me speak to Lipton.
-Lipton isn't here. Who's this?

I'll bet it's Tyler.

Tyler, you son of a bitch! You're dead!

Son of a bitch.

Are you crazy?

In three hours, you'll be out of the country.

But if one person, one person, suspects,
it's over.

Tyler knows. Why else would he call?

He doesn't know! He'd have gone
to the police if he knew.

He thinks he killed you!
Don't you understand?

All right, all right!

Get me the smoke pots
like the ones we used in Hellraisers.

You got it!

Hey, Officer!

-What can I do for you?
-That's my car over there.

-Check in the office.
-Thanks.

-Can I see your driver's license, please?
-Yeah, I got it right here.

Over there. Let's go.

Central, this is car 714, homicide squad.

I'm at the 12th Avenue car pound.

-Jesus! What pots did you use?
-The big ones.

I said Hellraisers, not Killer Smoke!

This is car 714.

I'm in pursuit of a blue step van.
Letters on the side, F as in Frank,

X as in X-ray.

Heading south on 12th Avenue
approaching Canal Street.

-I got a possible murder suspect.
-Car 224 will assist.

Christ, we got company.

What do we do?

Open the back.

You got it.

Remember Skidball Express?

-I sure do!
-Then get ready!

Get out of the road!

-As I turn left at the next corner!
-You're on!

Now!

We got them!

Shit!

Jesus!

Madonna!

Hold on, Andy!

Hang on there!

Rollie!

Thank God, a street!

There he is. Got you, you bastard!

We're gonna crash!

Get out of the road!

Bloody hell!

-Andy, are you all right?
-Yes!

Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

What next?

-Remember The Mannequin Depression?
-Yeah!

At the next corner, send Nelly in!

We got him. We got him!

Shoot!

No! No!

Oh, my God!

-What's going on, Lieutenant?
-Shit! Shit!

What's happening over here?

Great. Just great.

Shit!

-All right, let's hear it. Is this a dummy?
-Yeah, it's a dummy!

What's up?

I wish I could've seen his face.

Yeah, me too.

-Damn.
-What?

Rollie, what is it? A flat?

Rollie, you son of a bitch!

They'll kill you!

And if they don't, I will!

Wallenger.

Yeah, all right. But make it fast.

-McCarthy.
-Tyler stole his van.

We totaled three of our cars and lost him.

Son of a bitch!

Congratulations, Mickey.

Jake, Nick De Franco's alive.

If he's alive, who's sitting in the morgue?

Who knows? Some stiff.
Jake, we can stop him.

-But we don't have much time.
-You got nothing but time.

-You don't understand.
-I understand!

You couldn't stay away from De Franco!

-There was an overlap.
-You get an overlap, you come to me.

-Who are you to strong-arm Murdoch?
-All right, I fucked up! I apologize!

-Now can I get back to work?
-Sit the hell down.

Haven't you figured it out yet?

Why do you think they're here?

What are you gonna do?
Take away my pension?

Pension? You'll be lucky to stay out of jail.

Coercion of a fellow officer,
criminal trespass, dereliction of duty...

Jake, it's Nicky De Franco, for Christ's sake.
He's getting away!

I want a status report.

After which you'll sit down with Murdoch
and fill him in.

After which you go home.

As of 5:30 this afternoon,

you're suspended.

Is that clear?

What the hell are you
talking about, Jake? Huh?

You're not one of these guys.

I can't cover for you anymore, Leo.

Jake...

Come on. This is me, Jake.

This job is all I got.

Please.

You brought this on yourself.

I'll take your shield and your piece.

Jake.

Leo?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Took it like a man, didn't he?

Murdoch,

you're an asshole.

So what's so goddamn funny?

Your jacket.

Shit! What was that?

Check it out.

Mitchell!

Check it out.

Roy!

Roy!

-What's going on out there?
-I'll tell you. It's your pal Tyler.

I'll bet he wasted your two guys outside
and Lipton.

He'd never get through the...

-I'm getting the fuck out.
-Sit down. The chopper's coming.

You're the one he's after.
He thinks I'm dead!

What difference does that make?

-What do we do? Just wait for him?
-Damn right! It's all we can do.

Now sit down!

Jesus Christ. He cut the wiring.

He still doesn't know the house
or what room we're in.

Asshole. "He doesn't know
what room we're in"?

The light's still on in the hall!
He's playing with the fuse box!

-He's inside your fucking house!
-Shut up!

Hey, take this hallway.

Damn!

I don't like this whole set up.

Hey, Eddie! He's playing games with us.

Gallagher!

Varrick!

There goes two more of your tough guys.

Maybe he's gonna come looking for us.

Yeah? Well, let him come.

I'll show him who the fuck
he's dealing with.

What's the matter, Mason?

You look a little nervous.

Jesus Christ.
Are you the only backup I'm gonna get?

No. The rest are on the way.
I was just a mile down the road.

-Are you Captain Wallenger?
-Yeah. We gotta bust this gate open.

We can't unless you find something.
Did you find something?

Jesus Christ, I guess you did.

Son of a...

A helicopter! I'm impressed.

So am I. We don't have any.

Let's get the fuck out of here!

My pacemaker!

The key. Where's the key?

-Eddie, help me.
-Nick, the key first.

Key. Inside.

Eddie, please!

For God's sake.

Attention inside the house.

This is the police.
We have the place surrounded.

Drop your guns and come out
the front door one at a time.

Mason!

Oh, my God.

What's the matter?
Forget why you hired me?

You son of a gun. You faked us out.

-Rollie...
-Don't move.

See this key?

This key is worth $15 million,

all the money De Franco stole
for the Mob over the years.

It's all stowed away in a safe-deposit box
at the Royal Bank in Geneva.

$15 million. Ours.

But you need me to get it.

Because only De Franco and I
are known in Geneva.

You have one minute to leave the house.

Listen, we can still get out.

I know a way, but we gotta move fast.
If we go through the basement...

Rollie, will you get moving? We gotta go.

-Rollie...
-No, it'll never work, Mason.

-I'll take that key, Rollie.
-There's something you should know.

Give me the key, Rollie.

In this hand is the ammo for the gun.

And this is Krazy Glue.

A thousand and one uses.

Now a thousand and two.

No! No!

-Mason! Drop the gun!
-No, don't shoot!

It's a mistake! Don't shoot!

Shit!

A couple of you check upstairs.

Careful now. Be careful.

Somebody call an ambulance.

This guy's gone.

Too bad, Rollie.

It's not like the movies.

Please, just tell me he's not dead.

He's dead.

-The body's in the bag in the house.
-Thanks.

The shit's gonna hit the fan.
Bag them and get them out of here.

-Hey, where's that cop from New York?
-What cop?

What's his name, Wallenger.

They don't want anybody to touch them
till the ME gets here.

-Nobody. Got it?
-Yes, sir.

Hiya, Rollie.

My name's Leo.

We need to talk.

Any problems?

None.

There's enough in there
for your pension, Leo.

Well, I'm gonna miss the job,
but this should ease the pain somewhat.

You'll never have to put
that shit on your face again.

I dunno, Leo.

It's hard for me to do anything else.