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[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

♪ Please do me bad, baby

♪ I can see you wanna do it

♪ Just like we did before

♪ Let'’s take our love, sugar

♪ Baby, take your time

♪ And show me How you can love me more

♪ You been away too long

♪ I'’m not that strong

♪ Now do me bad, and baby

♪ Let me feel What I'’ve been missing

♪ Since you walked out the door

♪ We got our love, sugar

♪ Anything you want You got it

♪ Just like we did before

♪ You been away too long

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Thanks, everybody. We'’ll take a short break and be right back.

That was great, baby.

Oh, ain'’t love grand?

Yeah.

So why don'’t you write a song about it?

Johnny, you haven'’t met my friend Mark Bugos, Johnny Domino.

Nice to meet you. How you doing?

You play a good horn.

Thanks.

Ever play in the Big Apple?

Yeah, yeah, couple of times down the Village.

Yeah.

Couldn'’t make it, huh?

No. I just like the West Coast.

Hey.

Not everybody'’s cut out for the big leagues.

Whoo! Nice.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

So, Mark, why did you leave the Big Apple?

It'’s the climate, you know?

The heat there was killing me.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

MARK: Hello.

Hey, Dino.

I'’m here.

I got to go.

What'’s the matter?I got to get out of here.

Mark, wait!

Hey, watch it!

[GLASSES BREAKING]

What was that about?Don'’t know.

I'’m getting some weird vibes from him. I'’m going to check it out.

Sure.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPS] Okay.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Come on.

[LAUGHING]

Dino.

Die a fiery death.

You dirty rat.

[SCREAMING]

Ooh, what?

Oh! Oh!

Oh, I'’m killing him.

Die a fiery death.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, boy! You dirty rat.

[WHOOPING]

Whoa.

Black Knight.Night Man.

Long time no see.

I didn'’t know you were back.

Just hit town.

We should try to get off to a better start than we did the last time.

[GRUNTS]

Sounds good to me.

I don'’t suppose that'’s any of your handiwork?

No, but I think I know who'’s in there.

[SIRENS WAILING]

I'’ll get in touch with you later.Yeah.

Peace.

So the Black Knight is back in town. Did he say why?

We didn'’t have time to chat.

You think he'’s connected to Mark'’s death in some way?

Right now I'’m not sure anyone fits in.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

We'’ll need to find out what kind of explosives were used.

Make that a top priority.

Well, well, look at this.

A flock of feds.

Or is it a gaggle?

Nice t see you again, Lieutenant Branca.Uh-huh.

To what do I owe the honor of this visit?

We are here to confirm the identity of the deceased.

It takes four of you to do that?

Is it true the victim was Mark Bugos?

That'’s right. You know him?

We'’re not at liberty to say.

However, we will be taking over this investigation.

Whoa, Inspector Grant.

Murder is not a federal offense.

But bombings fall under the Department of Alcohol, Firearms and Tobacco.

Of which you are not.

All right, Lieutenant.

Let me rephrase my earlier statement.

The federal government would like to offer your department

our assistance in solving this crime.

[SCOFFS]

Why, thank you, Inspector.

I think we can work together just fine.

As long as you remember who is in charge of this case.

It must have been Slade.

I was only a few minutes behind him when that car went up.

So how did you lose him?

He must have got out of tracking range

when I stopped at the fire.

Yeah, you'’re probably right. I just wish you were...

Why? What'’s up?

The victim, Mark Bugos...

he was actually Dino Terra.

The mob informant?

Yeah. After he testified last year,

we gave him plastic surgery, a new identity,

and relocation from New York to Bay City.

So the mob hired Slade to find him and take him out.

Probably.

There'’s some chance Dino got nailed

for something he did as Mark Bugos.

He was still a wise guy at heart.

But we'’re warning all the other protected witnesses in the area.

Sounds like I better find Slade.

Yeah, you should have seen him.

Four feds standing there with egg on their face.

[CHUCKLING]

Sounds like a real Kodak moment.Mm-hmm.

Good work.Thanks.

Now I just got one problem.

RALEIGH: What'’s that?

Solving the damn case.

I'’m afraid we can help you.

Bugos got a five-second call that scared the hell out of him.

Yeah, and then he blasted out of here

like the devil himself was after him.

Hmm.

Well, judging by the crime scene,

I'’d say the devil caught him.

[GRUNTS]

Sweet.

Such a pretty girl.

RALEIGH: Looks like Mark Bugos'’ life is pretty much an open book.

Would you like to know what he got in fifth grade history?

Oh, come on, you'’re kidding.

No, man. I'’ve never seen records this complete.

Is there any chance it'’s too complete?

You know, it'’s weird.

I mean, most of us do have little gaps or inconsistencies in our lives.

Yeah.

You think someone made it up?

You know, Briony just said that the feds are interested in Mark'’s murder.

I'’ll give her a call.

I'’m good.

Gotcha!

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Peace.Stay down.

BRIONY: Inspector Grant.

Lieutenant Branca.

What can I do for you?

Well, you can tell the truth for a change.

About?

We could start with Mark Bugos.

His idea is phony, his past is manufactured,

which means he was probably in the Federal Witness Protection Program.

I'’m impressed.

Impressed enough to level with me?

Let'’s talk upstairs.

GRANT: His real name was Dino Terra.

He was the third protected witness killed this week.

Third?

Two others in the Los Angeles area three days ago.

Same basic MO,

including the use of explosive ordnance.

Do you ever hear of a hitman named Slade?

Slade?

I thought he was some kind of myth.

Oh, yes. And more.

Slade is living at the moment

right here in Bay City.

No kidding.

I'’ve certainly heard a lot of stories about him.

Mostly true.

Big as a house, strong as an ox, trained as a marine.

A LRRP, long-range reconnaissance patrol.

Yeah, yeah.

I heard this one story about his being in Burma

before it became Myanmar, you heard that one?

That was true.

Four men, recon team, checking things up

when the military coup occurred.

He got cut off and surrounded by a company size force. Huge!

The others had given him up for dead.

The man walked out of the jungle the next morning.

Carrying ten Kalashnikov rifles.

I thought Slade was a myth.

Not according to Inspector Grant.

Man, I have heard some stories.

You think it was Slade that called him?

Looks like it.

No wonder Mark or Dino took off in such a panic.

Yeah. So it sounds like you and Grant are finally seeing eye to eye.

Well, not all together.

That'’s why I'm here talking to you guys.

Oh.

I thought it was just payback for giving you the tip on Bugos'’ phony history.

Actually, I'’m here because Art Bryson is back in town.

That'’s why I'’m talking to Grant.

So, what about him?

Well, last time around Art and I didn'’t exactly form a lasting bond.

[LAUGHING] No kidding.

[SIGHS]

Police. Hands on the bar.

Do it now.

What'’s this about?

We'’ll talk about it on the way downtown.

Hey, how was I supposed to know he'’d infiltrate the gang's undercover operative.

So maybe he'’s doing the same thing this time around.

[SIGHS] Except this time there is no gang. Slade always works alone.

Art could be working on a totally different case.

That'’s true but...

Look.

You'’ve always seemed to know what was on Art'’s mind.

If he does show up here,

I'’d really appreciate whatever those instincts of yours can tell me.

Sure.

[BEEPING]

Okay. Your power pack is fully charged,

but it'’s not going to last you all night.

I won'’t be long. Stay in touch.

You got it.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

I got you.

[SNORING]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING CONTINUES]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hmm.

Hmm.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Lights out!

It'’s been swell dancing with you, darling.

But I think we'’ll finish our business

some place a little more private.

[GRUNTS]

Come on.

[LOUD THUD][GROANS]

Oh. [LAUGHING] Oops.

[LOUD THUD]

Oh. Sorry about that.

Wouldn'’t want to be rude.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, sugar, this is what I was telling you.

Much, much better all alone, ain'’t it?

Oh, God, I love this part.

It'’s where you die...

when I kill you.

This is my kind of ending, Black Knight.

I wish I could say I'’m sorry,

but into that old black night you go, baby.

Say good night,

Knight.

[GRUNTS]

Eat lead!

Come get some!

[GROANS]

Come here.

[GRUNTS]

Sucker.

Ow!

Get over here.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[GRUNTS] Get off me!

SLADE: See you real soon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take it easy.

It'’s me.

Night Man.Yeah.

How do you feel?

Not too bad.

Considering I didn'’t expect to wake up at all.

Guess you had something to do with it, huh?

I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

[GROANS]You sure you'’re okay?

[SIGHS] Yeah.

I'’ll be a lot better when we catch Slade.

Yeah.

Give me a chance to return this.

This attack was no coincidence.

Slade knew I was coming.

I think you'’ve got a leak.Where?

None of the support staff know anything about this operation.

So you'’re basically accusing one of my squad of selling us out.

That'’s exactly what I'’m saying.

Oh, come on, Art.

I'’ve worked with these men for nearly ten years.

We'’ve all laid our lives on the line for each other.

Okay, you tell me what'’s going on.

Maybe I can.

[BEEP]Harris,

did you get those motel phone records yet?

That'’s affirmative, sir.

Bring them in.

What time did you arrive at the motel?

Little after 11:15.All right.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Harris,

did Slade get a phone call last night around 11:15?

Uh, yes, sir, 11:17. Lasted less than a minute.

Do we know where it came in from?

From the payphone in front of the motel.

Mystery solved.

Slade must have had a look out posted somewhere outside the motel.

He saw you coming, Art.

[RAP SONG PLAYING]

Those guys are pretty good, huh?

Oh, yeah. They are going to kill.

I'’m thinking of adding another week to their booking.

So did you get in touch with Art?

Yeah, the feds said that Slade hired some guy

to watch his back outside the motel.

And he warned him I was coming.

Too bad they didn'’t contact us for assistance.

We could'’ve had a squad team there inside in 20 minutes.

JOHNNY: Something is not right.

What are you thinking?

They said that this guy called Slade

from a payphone in front of the motel.

Yeah, so?

If Slade went through the trouble to hire someone,

he wouldn'’t use payphone.

Right. Someone else could'’ve been using it at the critical moment.

So you think the feds are lying to Art?

Maybe I should run my own phone check on that motel.

Later.

Oh, daddy loves you.

Booyah.

Nice.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Speak to me.

I'’m ready to rock. You want me to roll.

A lady?

Nice.

Right.

Delicious.

Lieutenant.

I'’ve tried to put aside our past differences

and to work with you as an equal.

But when you walk in here making that kind of wild accusation...

There is nothing wild about it. I assure you.

One of your men is a traitor.

And I can prove it.

All right. Who?

Agent Harris.

Please!

See for yourself.

Harris called Slade on his cell phone last night

to warn him about Art Bryson.

Then he falsified the phone records he gave you.

These are the authentic ones.

That'’s not all.

Here'’s the record for a safe deposit box that he rented last month.

I expect you'’ll find it loaded with mob payoffs.

Harris?

I can'’t believe it.

But you'’re right. You got the proof.

[SIGHS]

Guess the newspapers are going to have a field day with this.

Not for me.

I'’ve kept it strictly between us.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I really appreciate that.

Now, I guess we better get this over with.

Harris, could you come in. Bring Keller and Aldrich too.

On our way, sir.

Why involve them?

We'’ve always been a team, good or bad.

Sir.

Gentlemen, we have a problem.

Lieutenant Branca here has brought me proof that one of you is a traitor.

Therefore, you know what we have to do.

Get rid of her.

Okay, that'’s the plan.See you later.

Be careful.Yes, sir.

When you get this message give me a call at the club.

Thanks.

You haven'’t got a hold of Briony, yet?No.

I talked to Nance down at the station.

He said that she got those phone records and took off to see Grant,

and he doesn'’t think that she'’s been back.

And since her shift officially ended about an hour ago,

doesn'’t expect to see her till tomorrow.

Did you try out her house?

And on her cell phone. I left messages in both places.

You know, I wouldn'’t worry about her. I'’m sure she's fine.

Put her over there.

All right. All right!

Get your hands off me!

GRANT: Sit her down.

All right, you stay here with her.

We'’ll go take care of our other problem.

All right.

You know, you guys are never going to get away with this.

GRANT: Mm-hmm?

And why is that?

BRIONY: Come on.

Four agents,

all selling out at once.

Yeah, right.

[SNICKERING]

So this is where you'’re going to be, the Howard residence?

No.

Wait a minute. I thought you and Art decided to...

We did.

But Slade'’s always been one step ahead of us.

The only way to catch this guy is...

be unpredictable.

Makes sense. So where you going?

I'’ll be in touch.

Anything going on?

No. Not here.

What'’s up?

One of the locals is getting in the way.

Nothing we can'’t handle, though.

You got three guys working over time to tell me that.

You know me, Art.

Always willing to spend the taxpayers'’ money at the slightest whim.

Actually, this local problem is gonna necessitate a slight change of plan.

What kind of change?

We got to move faster, Art.

Get rid of the dead wood.

I'’m not sure I follow you.

Maybe we can help with that.

Gentlemen.

[GUNS CLICK]

Let'’s take a little ride, Art.

So, what'’s your hunch?JOHNNY: What?

[LAUGHING]

I know you'’re playing a hunch. So, what is it?

All of Slade'’s victim have been in the Witness Protection Program.

And there is big case being tried right now.

Oh, right. The Grandizio case in Chicago.

And the star witness is testifying tomorrow.

Grandizio'’s girlfriend. So?

So if they wanted to sent her a message,

they might go after another girlfriend.

Singer. Oh, man, you think Slade might be going after her?

That'’s right.

Raleigh, I'’ve got him.

[GUN COCKING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

Yeah, this better be good.

Wait a minute.

What'’s the matter? He'’s stopping.

Did he see you?

No.

He'’s talking on his cell phone.

Are you sure?

Yeah, well, listen junior G-man, it really doesn'’t matter to me.

Right.

Whatever.

Feds.

Go figure.

He'’s turning around.

You still gonna go after him?

Yeah. I'’ll keep in touch.

So you guys coordinated this whole murder spree,

told the mob where the witnesses were,

help set up the targets.

Slade doesn'’t need anyone to set up his targets.

And I bet you got his back if anything goes wrong, huh?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Don'’t grab me like that.

BRIONY: Art Bryson.

So you'’re the local that outsmarted these crooks.

Guilty.

I see by those handcuffs you are the one honest person in their whole organization.

Looks like it.

BRYSON: Which one of you heroes is gonna be the trigger man?

Somebody volunteered for it?

Maybe you'’re going to draw straws.

We'’re not killers, Art.

We leave that to the professionals.

[CHUCKLES]

Speak of the devil.

And I do mean that quite literally.

You rang.

That'’s Slade.

I guess if we'’re gonna go may as well be at the hands of a celebrity.

We'’re catching some heat, so we'’re gonna have to terminate the operation.

We'’ll need your help

tying up a couple of loose ends.

You know my price.

Consider it met.

Consider them done.

Look, you'’re gonna have to be careful

about when and where the bodies are found.

SLADE: That'’s not a problem. See, it'’s all in the cut.

Art.

Don'’t turn around.

Just hold very still.

Art, can you take care of the legs?

I'’ll keep 'em busy.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

We didn'’t even touch it. It just fell over.

It doesn'’t just fall over!

HARRIS: You calling me a liar?

I'’m calling you an inch away from death.

Hey, come on now, you guys. Just take it easy.

Go.

GRANT: Take it easy, all right?

They'’re running!

Hey.

Freeze, Lieutenant!

[GRUNTS]

Hello, boss.

[SCOFFS]

Girls.

Come on out, heroes.

I got the girl.

Come on!

You know I'’ll kill her.

All right.

Stay.

Don'’t you ever die?

Looks like you get to become part of the old Slade legend.

You did put up a hell of a fight, though.

Too bad you just came up a little short.

BRYSON: Is that right?

I don'’t suppose you'd like to try me head up.

Don'’t get cute.

What you got to lose, big man?

You standing there holding a single shot grenade launcher.

Shut up and stand still!

I don'’t want to waste the ammunition.

You know what I like to do in situations like this?What?

Charge!

Yeah!

Huh!

No way.

Super Zero.

Got to try.

Go ahead. Take a breath.

It'’ll be the last one you ever take.

Are you okay?

Broke a couple of ribs, I think.

[SIRENS WAILING]

You better go meet your backup, Lieutenant.

Stay with him. I'’ll get you a paramedic.

How did you know the shell'’s a dud?

It wasn'’t.What do you mean?

Army training.

The shell has to spin several thousand times before it arms itself.

Usually takes about 15 yards.

[GROANS]

So it couldn'’t explode.Yeah.

[SIRENS WAILING]

We better disappear.

What about the lady cop?

We'’ll let her take credit for the bust.

Okay by me.

Oh. Be careful.

Some super hero.Yeah, your mama.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]