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Come on, Cassie.
We know this great after-hours club,

- You've been on your feet all day.
- No, thanks. I have a dayjob too!

- Sure I can't give you a lift?
- I'm not a face for muggers.

Come on. Give me your money!

- Come on, Sweetheart.
- Hey, hey...

Let go of me!

Officer!

Officer! Officer!

Officer!

Officer!
Oh, thank God it's you.

These two Puerto Rican guys
just tried to mug me...

It was a cop, man!
A big cop!

- I hate the smell of these places.
- Good morning!

- So?
- We have a C2, C3 fracture dislocation.

The head was unstable and it
was a sudden deceleration injury.

As in hanging,
where the head just pops.

That's not what's interesting.

We also have a crushed larynx.

It's just floppy.

You're trying to tell
me two kids did this?

I just got a statement
from an eye witness

who saw the kids attack her.

Can't you cover her face?

Her name's Cassie Philips.

I used to go into her
place for a nightcap.

She always had the latest jokes,
nice sense of humour.

I always told her she ought to
audition for one of those comedy joints.

All the more reason I'd think you'd want
to see those little bastards put away.

Don't pass out on me, Lovejoy.

Look at the size
of those haematomas.

You think one of those kids
could have done that?

- Shit, you really think a cop did this?
- Why not?

She knew me,
she knew a lot of cops.

What's the use, let's go!
I think I need some fresh air.

You must have been
so afraid, Cassie.

And you saw a cop.

So we just about closed that club!

You're not kidding...
Watch the light!

What's the matter with this light?
Is it broken or something?

Relax! What's the hurry?

Shit, it's a cop, ditch the beer.

- Where did he come from?
- I don't know.

All right, what seems
to be the trouble, officer?

- I think he wants you to go with him.
- What for?

I don't know, you've just
got to cooperate, all right?

I can't stand any more tickets.
My insurance is going to go up.

- Yeah?
- Commissioner?

Detective Lieutenant McCrae to see you.

Send him in.

Have a seat, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, I've been
going over your report.

Seems that you automatically
assume it was a police officer

instead of some lunatic son of
a bitch dressed up like a cop.

He didn't kill the girl,
he wanted a witness.

There you are, obviously someone
trying to discredit the police force.

It fits my profile for it not to be a cop.

All the same, I think we ought
to take a look at our own people.

I'd like the police
psychologists to do a run down

on cops that have been
under mental disturbance,

attempted suicide,
under extreme emotional stress...

Sure, why don't we test the
whole damn force while we're at it?

Otherwise we're looking for a
white man, over six feet tall,

wears a police uniform,
doesn't have an alibi.

I don't know where to
start to look, Commissioner.

I want you to keep this
within the department. Keep it quiet.

For as long as we can.
He'll kill again. He enjoys killing.

Lieutenant, you seem to know
a hell of a lot about this guy.

Tell me, when was the last
time you had a mental test?

Anytime, Commissioner.

As a matter of fact, didn't you try to
shoot yourself a couple of years back?

The gun went off.

Ten days after your partner
was killed in a line of duty,

your gun just happens
to discharge all by itself.

You haven't been on an even
keel ever since. Even now.

You don't smile very much.

Hey, what are you doing?
This is my car!

What the...?

Help! Please help!

Help me!

Help, please!

Please help me!

Help, help please!

- Help me, please!
- Get lost, buddy!

Help me, please!

Help me, please!

Please!

Help!

Please, help!

A cocktail waitress, a drunk
driver, now that musician,

all killed by a
uniformed police officer?

We got to do something
about it. And fast.

Why does this have to happen
just before an election?

If we downplay it,

we'll get accused
of protecting the police.

If we go all the way, then
PBA and a couple of others

will say we're weakening
law enforcement.

Forget that, Jerry. We're dealing
with a deranged person here.

I guarantee he's going kill again.

For the time being I
want this kept quiet.

We'll be getting an
internal investigation.

For now no public announcements

that a cop might be involved.

- Nothing like that!
- Right, Jerry.

What a surprise when you called.
I didn't think we'd see each other again.

I see you on the news
at the end of each night,

just before I shut off the lights.

How romantic!

Gina, this isn't about romance.
It's about murder.

Thank you.

People have to be warned.
Most people respect the uniform.

They'll do anything a cop tells them,
including walk up a dark alley.

Who's he killing?
Pushers, hustlers?

Innocent people.

Jesus! Maniac cop?
How's that for a tag?

I knew I could count on you
to sensationalise it the best way.

You got to do it.
Make it bigger than AIDS.

It's the only way to get
City Hall off their ass.

Are you ready to go on the line
on this? Record it directly?

I am ready to hand you
an exclusive on this.

I want you to break it
on your news show tonight.

I'll need a back up on every detail,

names of the witnesses,
specifics...

You'll find everything
you need right there.

McCrae, remember,
I owe you one.

You don't owe me anything.

Goddammit!

Why can't this son of a...
Pike control his own men?

You want McCrae in here?
- Hell no.

Last thing I need is
to be accused of a cover-up.

Issue a statement

saying I didn't know about
the connection between these killings.

saying I didn't know about
And say I'm setting up a inquiry board

headed by a group of
independent psychologists.

What about also saying
something nice about the police?

I mean the average cop on the streets

because the other ones are
going to take the heat for this.

That's their lookout.

What about McCrae?

Oh, we'll let him
handle the investigation.

If he fails I'll bust him.

If he succeeds, I'll recommend him.

And 6 or 8 months later..

Now, a news channel exclusive.

This reporter was
informed by a source

within the New York Police Department

of attempts by the homicide
division to suppress facts

regarding three recent homicides.

Facts and witnesses to these murders

point unmistakably to a
uniformed police officer.

A uniformed New York cop has been
seen in the commission of the killings

occurring on the streets
of the city, after dark.

The questions this
station wants answered:

Why has Commissioner Pike
withheld these facts?

Does the Mayor know
what's going on?

How can the public
defend themselves

if they're unaware that
one of New York's cops

may indeed be a psychopath

whose intent is to kill them
rather than protect them.

Tomorrow on the morning show,

we're interviewing
Detective Lieutenant Frank McCrae...

Damn!

...who's in charge of the investigation

and was ordered not
to speak to the press.

You're not going to get me!

Anyone wanting to shoot a cop
nowadays has a hell of an excuse!

- You believe that?
- She thought he was the maniac!

We've received over 700 letters
accusing individual police officers.

A cop gives you a parking
ticket so what do you do?

Naturally, write in a letter
accusing him of being a killer, right?

Why did this have to happen?
I retire in four weeks.

We're all in trouble here, Captain.
Tourism's off by 38%.

This nut must be caught.

It's costing the tax
payers millions everyday.

If you can't handle this, why don't you
go for early retirement and step down?

No way, I'm going to nail this bastard.

Be sharp.
Only one step ahead of me.

If I stake out Tribeca and Soho,
he strikes on the East side.

He may be getting information
from inside the department.

That means he is one of us.

I didn't know you
were on duty tonight.

With all the flu going around they
had to put a lot of us on overtime.

Always at night?

It worries me when
you work so much at night.

It worries me too.

You don't talk about it much.

When I come home
I want to forget!

It makes me feel left out, Jack.
You used to talk to me.

You're the one that
dropped out of the therapy.

I was willing to go and pay the bills.

So it's all my fault now is it?

I did everything I could
to hold this marriage together.

You talk like it's already over.

It's not enough to talk,
you have to listen too.

I suppose that's why
you're taking so much overtime,

to get away from me,
unless it's something else.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sometimes you wake up
screaming like you can't breathe.

Sometimes I get afraid that
you might hurt me in your sleep.

Have I ever hurt you?

I know it's wrong to be afraid
of my own husband, but...

No, why couldn't you
simply say that to the therapist?

"I'm afraid of him
and I don't know why."

No, Jack, please!
Don't go out tonight! Stay with me.

Now how can I?
I'm on the duty roster.

I'll make it up to you over the weekend.
We'll go for a ride in the country...

Hey, don't pull away from me.

Sorry, I don't know
what's happening to me.

I don't like being alone
till all hours, I hear things.

I think I hear things.

There's enough locks on the doors.

You've got a gun
and you know how to use it!

Let me fix that for you.

Look, if I get off early tonight
I'll try not to wake you.

You can wake me up.
Maybe I'm just sleeping too much.

They say that can be
depressing to a person.

You know, too much sleep?

Be careful now!

You say that every night.

He went out again, didn't he?

Who is this?
Why do you keep calling me?

Why does Jack keep killing people?
Is he going to do it again tonight?

Why do you keep doing this to me?

- Hey, Jack!
- How are you doing?

It's no big deal,
whenever you get a chance.

No, I'll fix it myself.

Why did you follow me?

I thought...

I was afraid that you were...

God, I didn't want you
to find out this way, I...

I wanted to tell you
but I didn't know how.

- Don't come near me!
- You have every right to hate us both.

But let me just try and explain.

I don't want to hear another word!

Don't say any more,
because I'll kill you both!

Ellen, don't point that thing.
Just don't point that thing.

Let her go! Let her go!

Jesus.

You folks checked out yet?

Oh...

Must have partied out good in here.

Let's see what other
damage you've done.

Item number nine.

Remember gang, The Red Cross
blood drivers next week.

Let's do our duty. Item...

- Forrest, let's talk!
- Sure, Captain!

Have you decided where you're going
to settle down after you retire?

Something about Florida?

It's about your wife!

Did she call about our trouble?

I thought she'd be going to a
lawyer or something like that.

So you two haven't been
getting along then?

- Ripley...
- Captain Ripley!

Captain... since when is my
personal life any of your business?

Since your wife was
found dead in a motel room!

In a sleazebag motor
inn on 11th Avenue,

with her throat slit from ear to ear.

No, you've got to be wrong.

You want to see the pretty pictures?

She ran out.
I thought she went back home!

You admit you were there!

I tried to stop her but... she had a gun!

Forrest, before you say anything else,
I'd better read you your rights.

Good afternoon.

We are pleased to announce
an arrest has been made

in the series of unfortunate killings

that have been plaguing
this city in recent weeks.

Patrolman Jack W. Forrest Jr.
has been charged

with the murder of his wife as well
as with the killings of three citizens.

Rather than being a deranged
maniac as described in certain tabloids

we believe patrolman
Forrest is perfectly

aware of the nature of his crime

and is competent to stand trial.

You saving your reviews?

I never saw these before.

What about this? Your wife's diary.

She wrote,

"lI now believe my husband
may be doing these murders."

Is that why you followed
her and shut her up?

- That's not true.
- You got an alibi for Wednesday night,

the preceding Friday? Huh?

- I was home.
- Come on, Forrest.

If you were at home your wife
would not have suspected you!

All right, I was seeing somebody.

I'll talk to my client now, alone.

We've read him his Mirandas.
He elected to make a statement.

That's inadmissible.

He admitted he was in that motel room
in the presence of the victim.

And that's enough.
Now, you two guys, out of here!

As you will, Counsellor.

Counsellor,
we intend to have this suspect

appear on a line-up for the witnesses
first thing tomorrow morning.

Good day, sir.

They're trying to make me the fall guy.

Everybody's screaming for blood
and all of a sudden I'm it!

I'm certain you had no
control over what happened.

Call it irresistible impulse -
that's a legal defence.

Maybe you don't even remember
committing the crimes -

blackouts, momentary lapses of memory.

I'm not crazy. I didn't do it!

You were seeing a therapist
on a regular basis.

Come on, a marriage counsellor!

I've got a witness OK,
somebody else who was there.

I don't want to bring her into
this unless there's no other way.

You need all the help you can get.

It's going to ruin her career.
Let's give it till the end of the week,

If they don't find the real
killer by then, I'll name her.

Yes so, I told my kids,

You see a cop, you cross
to the other side of the street.

I see a cop, I'm out of here.

I've seen plenty of my friends
murdered by cops - shot in the back,

when they didn't have a gun or knife,

claiming the suspect
had a shoddy object.

Cops like killing!
That's why they're cops.

Who's going to be next, huh?

Cops like you to be scared of them.

That's what makes them men!
Real men.

Because without the uniform,
what are they? I'm not scared.

They respected cops in my day,
or they hit you in the head.

They didn't take no gob,
they were the law.

Nowadays, I guess they've got
to shoot you to get respect.

Nobody gives crap to the cops
since this crazy cop came along.

You see a cop coming now,
you get out of the way.

Hey listen, about 18
years back I had a case

where this guy made it look
like a psychopath was at work.

So what does he do then?

He goes and Kills his wife, and it looks
like it was one of the serial killings.

Jack's been set up to take
the heat off the real psycho.

Are you going to tell me you
think this creep is that smart?

- He's a cop, maybe even a detective.
- Fuck you.

Come on Ripley, why not?

Every detective keeps his old
uniform hanging in mothballs.

It's the one thing you never get rid of.

Now let me tell you something.

If Jack had an alibi, he would
have come across with it by now.

Jack is protecting someone.

Whoever it is, he doesn't
want them to get involved.

The killer knows who it is.

- And you're a cop.
- Fucking A, I'm a cop.

- What the fuck are you?
- Fuck you!

- You're putting her in danger.
- How?

This guy wants to lay low for a while.
Until he starts another killing spree.

He'd like us to relax our guard.

To accomplish that he
hands us a prime suspect.

- Why would he pick me?
- Your size, your description,

your personnel file. He's getting his
information from inside the department.

- And of course your sex life...
- I'm telling you nobody knew about that.

Your girlfriend must have
told somebody, Jack.

She's the only one who can give us
that connection. That puts her in danger.

I'm telling you, she can
take care of herself.

She out shoots me
every time we go to the range.

- She's on the force?
- You know her, Theresa Mallory.

Congratulations,
it's a well kept secret.

- Not well enough, according to you!
- Where do I find her?

She's on duty tonight.

How you doing, beautiful?

It all depends.

Would you like a lift someplace?

I feel pretty much
at home right here.

Could I interest you in something else?

You want to be a little more specific?

You wouldn't be a cop, would you?

You got it, mister, you
asked the jackpot question.

Why don't you run along home to your
wife and kids like a good little boy.

That's just what I was going to do,
but I'll be thinking of you, baby.

- I can't arrest you for that!
- Ciao, baby.

Who is it?

Are you Malone?

Hey, look. Don't get the wrong idea.

I'm on duty here.

Officer Mallory,
33rd precinct, vice squad.

It couldn't have just
been a bulletproof vest.

I hit him in the
head at least twice.

Run me a tab, will you?
Thanks.

Look at the marks on your throat.

I'm telling you, Frank,
his hands were so big

and they felt like ice,
even through his gloves.

He wasn't breathing.

Well, we won't put that
in our report, huh?

Why did you come looking for me?

You were Jack's only witness.
You had to disappear.

Did he speak to you?
Say anything?

No, not a sound.

Last call, you want anything else?

Yeah, one more round of doubles!

- You're trying to get me drunk.
- No, no.

I'm going to stash you away
for a few days, for safekeeping.

Why can't I go home?

If he knew where
you were signed to work,

- he sure knows where you live.
- How could he?

You must have told somebody
at work about your relationship.

Come on, Jack was deliberately set up.

Somebody phoned his
wife to follow him.

Who did you tell?

I guess you know Sally Noland.

- Should 1?
- She's been on the force for 20 years

She's like a mother to all of us.
She wears that leg brace.

Oh yeah, she uses a cane.
Sure, I know.

Yeah, that's her.
Her father's a cop.

She's a fixture down headquarters.

She's been there so long
you hardly notice her any more.

What's this?

Key to my apartment, 4E.
Lock yourself in there.

I'll call before I come back
so you know it's me.

I'll ring twice, hang up,
ring once again.

Don't answer the phone
for anyone else.

Wait, I thought you were
going to keep me company?

I'll phone for a cab.
I don't want you out on the streets.

I'm going to stop down headquarters.

I have a feeling Miss Noland
will be haunting the joint.

- What did you do to your hand?
- Cut myself shaving.

- Sign me in, will you?
- Sure.

You came at a bad time,
the computer is down.

How did we ever police this town
without a computer, huh?

You requested information.

You'll have to fill out this form
and I'll process it in the morning.

You have a pen?

Thanks.

It'll be a hard time writing
with this hand, I've got 11 stitches.

You know, we really should
know each other.

We've probably been passing
each other in the halls for years.

We do have one friend in common.

- Who's that?
- Officer Mallory.

- Theresa.
- She had a close call this evening.

Why? What happened?

She was working undercover vice,
ran into a psycho. It was a mess.

- How is she?
- She's OK.

Thank Jesus for that.
She's a fine girl, that one.

I knew you'd be relieved to hear
she was OK.

Yeah, we should all have
a beer together some time,

- get to know each other.
- Sure!

- We'll all be inseparable.
- How's that form?

I'll tell you the truth,
it's not very important, forget it.

Better get that computer fixed.

I'm glad we finally got to say hello.

I'm so glad you came tonight.

You said you wouldn't show up.
It's important that we talk about it...

You've got to stop doing
all these crazy things.

You've got to remember
to stick to your plan.

Don't do this. Please.

I know it would be safe
if you put the girl away.

But this way it's better. Now they
think they've got the guilty man

so that way they're going to let
their guard down.

You'll be free to get to
the Mayor and the Commissioner

and put an end to this.

I know you had anger in you, Matt,

but I thought it would be
all the dealers and junkies

and all the human garbage that
you'd be cleaning the city of,

not poor people just
minding their business.

What's got into you, Matt?
What's changed you so?

I said that I'd stick
by you and I will,

but you've got to stop this killing.

Just, only save it for those
that did wrong to you.

Who's out there?
Answer me!

He's always just jumping. Matt?

Matt? Where are you?

I need you, Matt. You need me!

Come back!

Hey, you! What are you doing?
Take it easy, what are you doing?

I had to take a leak.

Always take a leak with a gun in your
hand? Good way to blow your balls off!

Oh...

You scared me,
wearing a uniform.

Everyone's packing a gun,
I don't blame you.

I should get hazard pay
with this uniform.

Yeah.

You could have got yourself killed.
Those timbers are ready to break!

This place will be demolished
in a couple of weeks.

The whole city's going to hell.
You can't pee anywhere any more.

Here you are, more about Cordell
than you've got time to read.

He was my hero.

Yeah, Matt believed in the old saying:
shoot first and ask questions later.

He was kind though,
gentle enough if you got to know him.

- Did you?
- Well, I hate to admit it,

but he used to like to come in here
and look at his clippings.

Just like you're doing.

He kind of liked being a celebrity.

A real shame about
what happened to him.

It was a crime what
those politicians did to him,

putting him in Sing Sing with criminals
he'd been chasing all those years.

It was like handing him
a death sentence.

They say he violated people's rights.
I guess even killers have got rights.

They murdered him,
those bastards down at City Hall.

He had no kids, no wife.

I guess a 100% cop like him
had no time for a personal life, huh?

Here, you can put these away.

You're wrong about that,
he had himself a real nice girl.

I think he'd have married if
it hadn't been for that trouble.

- You know who she was?
- Sure!

He brought her in here one
time to show off for her.

She wasn't much to look at, but nice.

And of course, a cop.

She must have taken it hard.

Worse than that.
Right after he was convicted,

the poor soul threw herself
out a window, trying to kill herself.

A terrible thing for a Catholic girl to do.
She crippled herself!

Thanks, Clancy.

They don't make cops
like him any more.

- He was one of a kind.
- He still is!

- What was that?
- Nothing, forget it!

Come on in!

Boy this is great!

I get to meet the mayor.

Now what did I do to deserve this honor?

Detective McCrae was in your file room
asking a lot of questions earlier today.

How do you know that?

Oh, we keep an eye on him.

So what did he
want to know about?

Cordell. We talked about Cordell.

You remember Cordell?

Yeah, what about Cordell?
He's dead and buried.

Well, maybe it's not my place to say,

but you've thrown him to the wolves.

He was after those mafia
big-shots with the big connections

and so you got rid of him.

The court have found him guilty.

Aren't you worried
about your job, Clancy?

No, no, not really. You see,
I'll retire a week from Tuesday.

So I can tell it to
your face, Mr. Mayor.

You murdered the guy.

Now, will there be anything else?

Go on. Get out.

Sure. But like I said, nice to meet you.

We'll be interrogating the
suspect for about half an hour.

OK, call me when you're through.

- We know who the killer is.
- Did you tell the D.A.?

We tried to but he wouldn't
believe us you won't either.

Ever heard of Detective Matt Cordell?

He was before my time but he was
a legend, trigger happy. He died in jail.

Suppose he didn't. Suppose he's back!
Only now he kills innocent people.

- How could he get out of prison alive?
- We're going to find out.

I've got an appointment with
the chief medical examiner at Sing Sing.

Why don't you continue this
questioning for a while, alone?

Rough him up a little bit.

Thanks!

Officer Mallory will continue
the interrogation till I get back.

Right.

He knows! He knows!

There's no stopping him because
he knows! He knows you're here!

He knows that I'm not going
to do it any more, he knows!

He knows.

He knows I'm no good to him!

He knows, he knows!

He's here, he's here!

Stop it! Lean on me, come on!
Walk this way!

I'm not afraid to die, but to have
to kill me when I love him so much?

Why won't anyone answer?

- No! No!
- Put her down, Cordell!

Put her down!

Son of a bitch!

No, no, stay there!

Hey. what's the matter with you,
didn't you hear the buzzer?

What are you, deaf?

Get his gun!

- I got to get you out of this building.
- If they see you with that gun,

- you'll get shot!
- Don't worry about me.

I've got to find McCrae.
How did you get here?

With McCrae!
His car is still outside!

OK, here's a deal: get in it and wait.

If we're not out in five minutes,
hot-wire and haul us out of here. Go!

Keep your hands where I can see
them! Back up against the wall!

I didn't do any of this!

You broke out of your cell,
you killed them all!

- It was somebody else!
- Shut up!

- He's still here!
- You're letting him get away!

Nobody's getting away,
I'm calling for back-ups!

- Don't even try!
- OK.

- Listen, I didn't do any of this.
- Sure you didn't.

Put your guns over there!
All right, on your face, both of you!

- We going after him?
- You heard him, he didn't do it!

Theresa, come on, let's go!

McCrae, Sally Noland, nine others.

Somehow he got out and killed them all.

He was sending a message to me.

He wants me.

What's this Jack Forrest guy to you?

It's not Forrest, it's Cordell!

Cordell's dead!

Maybe he isn't.

The way he looked at
me after that sentencing?

He knew I pulled all the strings.

He knew it.

He won't be satisfied until he got me.

Keeping McCrae's appointment at Sing Sing.

Sure, walk into a prison with
half the police force looking for you!

- You're brave!
- Not brave, scared shitless!

Unless we can prove
that Cordell is still alive

it's going to be my ass.

Step over there please.

To your left.

- Can I help you?
- We've got a meeting with Dr Gruber.

- We're a little early.
- You're name?

McCrae, Detective Frank McCrae.

The Doctor's office
is round the back, to your left.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- You knew Matt Cordell?
- There weren't many like that.

I did they autopsy on him.

The authorities knew something
like that could happen to him.

- Why didn't they prevent it?
- They wouldn't allow it!

He refused to be in isolation.

I guess he didn't want
to admit that he was afraid.

- What do you do in a case like that?
- What do you mean?

When they're all cut up like that.

This is no ordinary mortician's home.

They we're not in to
cause medic approaches here.

When a prisoner dies, it's not ourjob
to make him look good for his family.

We stitch up the parts, put them
into a wooden box and we bury him.

Is that what happened
to Matt Cordell?

- I'd have to look in my records.
- Would you mind?

Mostly theyjust go to a potter's field.

Here's Cordell's records.

- His body was claimed by a woman.
- May I see that?

We both know Miss Noland.

I think before this goes any further

I'd like to see some identification,
something with a photograph on it.

Detective Lieutenant McCrae died
early this morning. He was murdered.

He was murdered by
the same man that killed

half a dozen people
at police headquarters last night.

I haven't got to my morning paper yet.

No wonder you know all the lurid details.

If I would have murdered
a bunch of officers

the last place I'd come
is to a penitentiary.

Don't bullshit us,
you know who did those killings.

- How could I know?
- Cordell wasn't dead.

And then you saved him.

Answer me!

Look, he was a fine detective.
He had a lot of friends.

Everyone knew if we put him
back in the prison community

they'd just attack him again.
There was no way he could survive.

So when they brought him
up here more dead than alive,

the policewoman convinced me
to do the decent thing.

Like remove him from
the prison mortuary alive?

He wasn't exactly alive!

He had severe brain damage,
I was certain that he was legally dead.

I was telling the truth when
I signed that death certificate.

There's no way he could
function as a human being again.

- Read the newspapers, Doc.
- Get out of my office. Now!

You never came here. I won't pick
up that phone. This never happened!

There is no end to your decency.
Is there, Doctor?

What did I do wrong?

You should have seen him on the
operating table, cut to pieces!

I know the system screwed him.

The politicians put him in prison
and the inmates did the rest.

Now you're trying to ruin
my life and career.

We're not trying to ruin anybody.

We just want to bury Matt
Cordell once and for all.

Get out of here. Go away.

Here you are Doctor, put this on.

- What are you talking about?
- You know it's St. Patrick's Day.

The parade! The Mayor and Police
Commissioner will be there.

Yeah, along with 5.000 cops.

I bet Cordell loved walking down
that parade when he was on the force.

Well, whatever he loved,
he hates now.

And so this year's St. Patrick's Day
parade continues on schedule,

despite speculation that it may have
been cancelled, due to fear of violence.

Authorities report scores
of death threats against the police

plus threats of bombings
along the parade route.

But this has not deterred
a record turn out

for New York's 50th annual
St. Patrick's Day parade.

What a parade it is!

Public outrage over continued killings
by the so-called "Maniac Cop"

have brought many hostile
New Yorkers to 5th Avenue today.

Police security forces and special
bomb squads are out in full force

as well as plain clothed detectives
who are mixed in with the crowd.

I can't walk in there,
they'll shoot me on site.

- I'll do it!
- You have to get to the Commissioner.

I'm to convince him these killings
are being committed by a dead man!

Commissioner Pike was Chief of
Police when Cordell was sent to jail.

He must be the one Cordell
blames more than anyone.

- Where are you going to be?
- I'm going to be right here.

They are ready for
you in the grandstand...

Oh come on, Jerry! You'll be late!

You go! Stand in for me!

Tell them I'm not well enough!

Look, you've got to make an appearance.

The press is expecting you.

It will be a slap in the face
to the entire NYPD not to show.

To hell with them!

That's what Cordell wants me to do.

Show up at the parade so
he can have a clear shot at me.

Look, will you stay calm?

The maniac has never made a move
in broad daylight or in a public place.

You're going to be safer in
that grandstand than in here!

I'm staying here!

I want the security around me doubled!

If you're dealing with a ghost,

do you really think
that's going to keep him out?

So he says,
"Commissioner, sir, that is my wife."

Look who just walked in.
Jack Forrest's girlfriend.

All right, everybody out of here.

- Where is the son of a bitch?
- He's willing to give himself up.

- After you listen.
- So you're giving orders now?

- I know who committed the murders.
- So do we. Your boyfriend!

You're wrong.
It's a man named Matt Cordell.

A ghost!

Did you come up with this lunatic
idea yourself or are you on drugs?

It was McCrae's theory.
But we verified it.

Listen, last night
before McCrae was murdered,

he called my house. I wasn't
there, I was at a charity event.

But he was kind enough to
leave a message on my service.

Would you like to listen?

This is Frank McCrae, I've got solid
evidence this homicidal maniac

is getting information
from inside the department.

His accomplice is a female employee,
a policewoman.

I'll be at the crime records
division, waiting.

Call me when you get in.

Of course, he couldn't
have been talking about you.

- Policewoman! A killer's accomplice!
- He's talking about Sally Noland!

This is really great.
You accuse a dead woman

when the log states that you came
to see Jack Forrest last night

on alleged police business and you
aided in his escape from the cell block.

- You helped him kill all those people.
- That's a lie!

Why are you doing this? You know
I'm telling you the truth about Cordell.

Enough of this shit!
I've got a parade to attend.

You'd better go, sir. Everyone else
has left for the reviewing stand.

Wait, you may be in danger.

Don't you understand?
Cordell wants to kill you and the mayor.

- Is that what Forrest told you to say?
- If you have any sense, you won't go.

Book her! Assess her
for first degree murder.

- Sit down!
- What?

I don't understand, I thought
you were going to book me?

Well, what's the rush?

We've got the Commissioner's
office to ourselves.

We've got a place in Newburgh,
me and the old lady...

- I'm happy for you
- Commissioner, the tie...

Never mind the tie, come on!

Hurry up, we're late!

Why don't you put a real feather
in my cap and lay it all out for me?

The reason behind those killings.
It was extortion money, wasn't it?

Money had nothing to do
with those killings.

It was an act of vengeance
against the city.

You know, the truth is darling,
I could use a collar like this one.

Come on, win me the big promotion.
Make me a hero!

If you're putting me under arrest,
I want to see my lawyer.

You've got a real rotten ass attitude.

Fine, let's go, I'll take you downstairs.

Don't give me any trouble, huh?

This is great, I don't believe this.

Everyone else is at the parade
and I'm stuck here with you. Fantastic!

You with your attitude really makes
things nice. I'll tell you something else...

Isn't that Forrest?

Let's get him!

- All right, there.
- Wait, no, no, no!

- No!
- Damn it! Let go of me!

Can't you see what the
hell's going on up there?

Listen to me! He's up there.
He's in Pike's office.

Don't you go giving any orders.

I ought to put a bullet between
your eyes and I'd be a hero!

I'm the wrong guy!
He's up there!

Somebody inform his honour that
this maniac cop has been recaptured.

Hurry up, you're wasting time,
The killer's in that wagon. Let's go!

- You know how to handle a shotgun?
- Get close enough and watch me!

Vehicle last seen
heading towards the river.

The river?
I think I know where he's going.

- Yeah, sure!
- Listen, do you know where Pier 14 is?

Those pier's are all closed,
they're collapsing.

McCrae once tracked him to Pier 14.

Hurry up!

Hold on a sec',
let me call for back-up!

This is car 4604 requesting
a back-up at Pier 14 right away!

Let him go, Cordell!

- Theresa, get these cuffs off.
- The keys!

Hold it there!

Ah.

It was Cordell.

But it's done.

The person was
disfigured beyond recognition.

It could have been some
lunatic passing himself of as Cordell.

There has to be
some rational explanation.

At least that's what you
have to tell the public

if you want to be reelected.

Leave me alone.

I don't want to be disturbed.

Have it your own way.

Go easy on the bottle, Jerry.