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- You're hardly be gonna objective about a mob killing.

- I'm liable to think it was a hit,

and then you're gonna be knee deep in dead bodies.

What we don't need is an all out war in the city.

Don't ever do that again.

- Well you're building up a regular

Vietnam type body count, aren't you, Hunter?

- Well you grabbed your gun and the silencer

and you put two holes in him.

I'm the one that has to bring him in.

Who says you can't go home again, huh?

Works for me.

Michael, stop it.

You're gonna make me wreck your car.

I've got lots of cars.

Come here.

Hurry up, before it blows up.

Wow, nice house.

Give me back my shoe.

- After, after.

We have to be very quiet.

I don't want to wake up my father.

- Okay, ssh.

Michael, is that you?

Who's down there?

- Stay in there.

Please don't make any noise.

Hey Pop, how you doing? - Why the hell wouldn't

you answer when I call you?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

Well goodnight, Pop.

- Home like this, drunk again?

Disgracing yourself.

Disgracing the family.

- No, no, I'm fine, Pop.

I'm fine. - I'm sure you're fine.

You're drunk, that's how fine you are.

And when I die, you're gonna be the head of this family?

- Damn right.

- When you talk to me, Michael, you talk with respect.

- What are you hitting me for?

- Michael.

We have to talk.

- Pop... - Now!

- Okay, okay.

I work hard all my life for my family.

And this is my reward.

You live inside a bottle.

Why can't you be like your younger brother, Billy?

He wouldn't bring shame to his family.

Stop it, I don't want to hear you

talking about Billy.

Billy will carry on in this name.

I wish you weren't my son.

You're a bum.

- Oh my god.

Unit 24, assist Unit 21.

Pass for 187 at 1-3-1-3 Keyborne Lane.

See a 21 response.

- Are you coming, McCall?

- This is not our case, Hunter.

It's Terwilliger's.

- But he always appreciates our help so much.

- We are gonna stay out of this one, Hunter.

You're hardly gonna be objective about a mob killing.

- Have you been taking your captain pills again, McCall?

Besides, I have the best insight on this thing.

You are gonna be stepping all over

the wrong people to get this case solved.

So, if we have to follow this through, I take the lead.

- Works for me.

- It does?

Hey Ricky, lovely morning, don't you think?

Weather's been so rotten lately.

Of course, he won't know the difference.

There he is, John Vincent.

The big mozzarella himself.

Boy, it's gonna be a pleasure

to open up a slime like this and see what makes him tick.

- When I was a kid, John Vincent used to

put me on his knee and give me Christmas presents.

While his boys were out slaughtering reindeer.

- Works for you, huh?

You ought to keep a chain on this one, McCall.

- Contract hit?

- Too messy.

One slug in the chest and the other one

in his back after he fell.

Whoever it was tripped the alarm.

- Thanks, Tippit.

- Thanks, Tippit.

- I told you you're gonna be taking

all this too personally, Hunter.

Now, I'm in charge.

- This is my case.

I was here first, Hunter.

- Talk to McCall.

She's quarterbacking this one.

- Is that so?

- My father used to import these.

Thank you not to disturb the evidence, Sergeant.

If you are here to reminisce,

perhaps you'll come back after I've

completed my investigation.

What year might that be, Bernie?

- I'll be finished by tonight, Hunter.

To a trained eye, this scenario tells

a very specific story.

To the ear, that's been trained to hear such things,

the dead do, in fact, talk.

- And just what are the dead saying these days, Bernie?

- Junkie burglar.

Junkie burglar.

- Of course.

He didn't steal anything, he didn't have a chance to.

Before he could, he ran into Old Man Vincent,

there was a fight, kaboom, kaboom, end of story.

I'm standing here worried that we're looking

at the first move of a mob war,

and you're foaming at the mouth

about a junkie burglar.

- Don't burglars usually break in, Bernie, instead of out?

Look, there's broken glass and splinters

on the outside.

- Oh, there's a new one.

Breaking and exiting.

- Get out of here, Hunter.

I will solve this case in my own fashion.

I have the murder weapon right here.

It's print free, but through the use

of painstaking field work,

I shall track it down to the owner.

We shall have our man.

Case closed.

- Never point a loaded bag, Bernie.

- I found it right there by the patio doors.

There was two empty shell casings on the carpet,

two slugs in the body.

How many bullets in the clip?

- Four.

- Clip for that gun holds eight.

- Well, he was too drugged out to completely fill the clip.

So now, will the two of you please take

a proverbial hike?

You think like a captain, Bernie.

- You really think so, Hunter?

Oh, oh.

- I know, when you were a kid,

you used to slide down the banister.

- Oh look.

Mike's car in the flowerbed.

Ergo, Mike's footprints on the stairs.

- And a junkie burglar in stiletto heels.

- I don't know about you,

but I always hang out in the closet

when I'm wearing heels.

I thought I told you two to leave.

Michael, Michael, you're upset, we understand.

- My father, my poor father.

Russ, Georgie, you should've protected him.

- For 20 years, we've been protecting him.

Who could've thought it would turn out like this?

A damn junkie.

I can't believe it.

What the hell are you doing here?

- Rick.

We're having a family discussion here.

- Well, it wasn't so long ago I'd have been

a part of it, huh Billy?

- Yeah well you're not anymore,

so why don't you bust a bingo game or something?

- Who says you can't go home again, huh?

Look, Billy, Mike.

My condolences, I really liked your old man.

- Then you'd better find the animal

who did this to him because if you don't,

I'm liable to think it was a hit,

and then you're gonna be knee deep in dead bodies.

- Slow down, Mike.

You've only been head of the family for a few hours.

And if you want to help us get to the bottom

of what happened to your old man,

you'll cooperate with us.

- With a cop, never.

Pop would roll over in his grave, right Billy?

- Look, Rick, is there anything special you had in mind?

- Yeah.

- Maybe a list of who has keys to the place,

who visited recently, including Mike's dates.

- I'd never bring women here.

You were out last night, weren't you?

- Yeah, and I got so drunk, I...

- Yeah, I saw the lovely job of parking

you did in the flowerbed.

- That's like I said, I was blitzed.

I was alone.

- For God's sake.

I'm calling the Captain, Hunter.

- We're leaving, Bernie.

- Rick.

It's good to see you again.

- You too, Billy.

- Thanks for introducing me.

- I don't like what's going on here, McCall.

- Neither do I.

- I think I'll press my black suit

and go to Old Man Vincent's funeral.

- And you want me to try to find the girl

that was hiding out in Mike's closet?

- Have you been reading my mail?

Well, you want to give me a list

of all of Mike's hangouts or should I just

look in the Yellow Pages under bars?

- Parking lot to corner of Saticoy and Reseda.

Why don't you try the bars near there?

There can't be that many of them.

- I run a heck of an investigation, don't I?

- Michael.

- Thanks for coming, Mr. Santorro.

- Tragedy, Michael.

He was still almost in his prime.

- Yeah. - Billy.

Your brother's gonna need you now, Billy.

Don't forsake him.

- I won't, sir.

- How's Carmine Santorro taking this, Uncle Tom?

He and John Vincent were very close.

Much as Carmine was his friend,

more than anything, I suspect he's angry

that something's happened without

his knowledge and permission.

The score will have to be settled.

- A junkie?

How could such a thing happen?

- Maybe it wasn't a junkie.

Maybe it was someone who is even here at the funeral.

Right here.

Someone who calls himself a friend

so he can get close to my father to pull the trigger.

Michael.

- Be careful, Michael.

Things said in temper are remembered

long after the pleasantries are forgotten.

- What's done is done.

As long as no one tries to move in on the Vincents,

you understand? - Michael, not here, not now.

- Listen to your brother.

There's a time and a place.

Excuse me.

- What's the matter with you, are you crazy?

Talking to Santorro like that? - Billy.

Billy, you don't understand.

I gotta come on strong,

at least until I find the girl, right?

- Hear you've come to pay your respects.

You show disrespect by coming here.

Are you a police officer today, or family?

- I can't be both, Mr. Santorro.

My father told me that.

I want to find out what happened to John Vincent.

- John Vincent was like a brother to me.

The last thing we need in this town is a war.

- Look, there are people who would seize this opportunity.

Their action could not be condemned

in light of the current situation.

I cannot stop that.

- But you can influence people.

You could delay this.

- Maybe.

Maybe.

48 hours.

- It's a deal.

- It was our loss when you chose

the wrong side of the law.

Excuse me.

- Well, what can I do for you, sweet lips?

- To think I just walked in

and you already guessed my name.

I guessed your name and I already

guessed your game too.

- Oh yeah?

What's that?

- Well, a pretty young thing like yourself,

dressed to kill, in a place like this.

I'd say you were looking for a man.

- Wrong.

I'm looking for a woman.

- That bar's down the block.

I am looking for the woman who was

with Mike Vincent last night.

He wanted me to give her this.

He said to thank her for her time.

You get the pun there?

Wristwatch.

Time.

- That's funny.

I'll see she gets it.

- He wants me to give it to her personally.

- Well then, I don't know her.

I'm awfully sorry you had to waste your time.

Get it?

- Yeah, I got it.

Okay.

But if she doesn't get this,

you've got Mike Vincent to answer to.

- Right.

- Right.

Bye.

- Hello, Mike.

Yeah, it's Chris down at the Rendezvous.

Yeah, listen.

Some broad was just in here and

said you'd given her a watch to give to Sandy Newton.

Is that right?

I thought so.

Yeah.

No no, I didn't tell her anything.

Yeah sure, you're welcome.

Bye.

- I figured you were too smart to have

somebody run the watch over to the girl so I could follow.

- You figured right.

I don't give away my friends.

Particularly Mike Vincent.

Listen, some broad was just in here and

said you'd given her a watch to give to Sandy Newton.

Is that right?

- Anybody ever tell you you got a lovely voice, sweet lips?

- Good work, McCall.

- Sure, I have to come on the guys to get information.

You throw them up against the wall

and put guns to their heads.

- So, throw them up against the wall

and put guns to their heads.

- Oh.

Sandy Newton is in Apartment 3G.

- Damn.

Well at least we know the apes

in the ski masks didn't get her.

- So we figured Sandy packed up and flew the coop

in the nick of time, huh?

- Yeah.

Whoa.

Hey Hunter, come here.

Take a look at this.

Yeah, what have you got?

- It's all tuna.

She must have been running a cat farm.

- Well, it's cannery tuna.

- Well, I didn't figure it grew on trees.

- No what I mean is,

when you go fishing on a party boat or a charter,

you catch a lot of fish.

You take the tuna to the cannery

and they exchange it for tuna

that's already been canned.

- Lady must do an awful lot of fishing.

- So do we.

- Hunter, you let Hunter scare you off?

Billy, you believe these guys?

Did he ID you?

Thank god Pops' not around to hear this.

- Hunter never saw us.

We had the masks on the whole time.

- Look, it's gonna be all right, Mike.

There was nothing in that girl's apartment.

I'll get a lead.

I got all our sources out there

checking with their ears open.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, you tell them that whoever brings me

what I need, that they have made a friend in Michael Vincent

and you tell them that, well,

gee no, just tell them that they'll be

well taken care of.

Okay, okay, go ahead, go, get out.

- You're making too many promises, Mike.

Pop never made promises.

He never bought people.

He knew you couldn't trust anyone

who'd only be loyal to the highest bidder.

Mike, I don't like what's happening to you.

- Billy.

Billy, I'm sorry.

I'm just trying to keep the family together.

- We don't find that little girlfriend of yours,

and convince her to keep quiet,

there may not be any Vincent family.

- Nice work if you can get it.

- Hey buddy, can I have a talk with you?

Yeah, sure.

Sorry, pal.

- Can you tell me where I can find a record

of when and to whom this can of tuna was distributed?

The number on it is 2-3-6-8.

- Is there anything the matter with it?

- We got it from a girl named Sandy Newton.

Heard of her?

- Yeah.

They,

they keep the records you want

in the office over here.

This way.

Now the office is right over here.

- Not looking for Sandy Newton no more, you understand?

As far as you're concerned,

she dropped off the face of the earth.

Look ease up, guys, we're cops.

Oh sure you are, and I'm Pinocchio.

You know, she said you might try and pretend to be cops.

- All right look, we'll get out of here.

We'll say we never saw you

and heard Sandy's on her way to Alaska, okay?

Time out.

- Don't ever do that again.

- Sandy.

Sandy.

- Dave.

Who are they?

- Cops, honey.

- Damn, I told you.

Is it just me or have you noticed

that nobody responds favorably to cops anymore?

- What did you see at the Vincents the other night, Sandy?

It's about time you told somebody.

- I didn't see anything.

- Then why are you hiding?

- Look, Mike brought me into the house, okay?

But when he heard the old man coming down,

he hid me in a closet.

I heard them argue.

Maybe the old man slapped Mike a couple of times.

Then they went into the living room,

they shut the door, and that's when I slipped out.

- What were they arguing about?

- Booze, women.

Mike's bad habits.

The old man was worried whether Mike

was really capable of becoming head of the family.

- Did you hear the shots?

- Yeah, two of them.

And then the alarm went off.

I was already out on the street.

I just kept right on running.

- Wait, you heard two shots

and then you heard the alarm?

- Yeah, that's right.

And so, when I read in the morning paper

that Old Man Vincent had been murdered,

I figured they'd come looking for me.

So I turned to my brother, Dave.

He works in a cannery and he hid me on his boat

while we were waiting to get resupplied

and headed back out to sea.

- McCall, Hunter, may I speak with you for a moment, please?

Excuse us.

You know, I am sick and tired of the two of you

wasting my time with these cockamamie theories of yours

and it's not even your case.

Captain, Sandy heard the shots and then the alarm.

That makes it an inside job.

- And you expect me to take the word

of somebody who admits she was dead drunk at the time

and planning on diving into the sack

with a guy she just met?

- What does that have to do with anything?

- Well, it has to do with credibility, Sergeant McCall.

It has to do with morality.

It has to do with whether or not

this department is gonna jump

every time some little tart makes up a story

just so she can finally get her name in the limelight.

And even if she did hear the shots first,

maybe this is the answer to our junkie burglar.

Maybe he broke into the house

without setting off the alarm,

then encountered Old Man Vincent, panicked,

shot him, and then smashed open the living room door,

setting off the alarm at that time.

Well, let's not all stand and applaud at once.

- Captain's right.

It could not have been an inside job

and here's the proof.

The sluggers we dug out of Old Man Vincent's body

don't match the gun we found on the scene.

That means our junkie ran off

to wherever it was he came from

and took the murder weapon with him.

- They almost match.

The bullets that killed Old Man Vincent

have additional striations.

- The kind you get when you use a silencer.

Yes but everybody, including your girl there,

heard the shots.

- Captain, we've got to protect Sandy

whether you believe her story or not.

Now the way she tells it, Mike Vincent is guilty as hell.

And a guy like that doesn't much appreciate

his name being taken in vain.

- I'll tell you what, Hunter.

I can't justify wasting the taxpayers' money

to provide room and board for witnesses

who haven't witnessed anything.

But just to show you I'm not a bad guy,

here's a quarter.

You call you relatives and tell them

the girl's story don't mean squat to me.

So they ought to lay off of her.

Okay, that's it.

We'll call you if we need you, Miss Newton.

- No luck.

I heard.

- Hi, I'm Sergeant Terwilliger.

Well don't worry about it, kiddo.

I know a place where you can be safe.

We'll take care of you.

- Oh well then we're gonna have to

get my stuff off the boat.

- That's okay.

It's Dave's boat.

Oh my god.

I'll keep this one.

- Well?

- Well, it was no accident.

The fire captain found a piece of the detonator.

- Hunter, what's the matter?

Look, what were our motives here, McCall, huh?

To protect this girl?

Or to hide her out and to use her

to force Mike Vincent to force his hand?

- Both.

Because you know damn well she'd never be safe

as long as Mike was on the streets.

Yeah, and I'm the one that has to bring him in.

Me, who not too many years ago,

had to decide if he wanted to be the next

Mike Vincent on the block.

- Well Hunter, you don't need me to tell you

you made the right choice.

Then let's go tuck Sandy in

and put the screws to Mike, huh?

How's he doing?

- We're doing everything we can.

- Sandy?

We have to let these guys get to the hospital.

- I'm going with him.

- Sandy, you can't.

You'd be a sitting duck there.

Dave too.

- I can't let him go alone.

- You can't help him here, Sandy.

- Sorry about the room,

but it's the only place I could get for free

on such short notice.

I was here a year ago on a stakeout.

- It's sort of homey, I guess.

If you're raised in Las Vegas.

- Do you know, I still can't believe

this whole thing is happening,

just because I met that guy in the bar.

You know, he was so funny.

And he treated me so well.

I really thought he was terrific.

But if Mike Vincent was to walk in here right now,

I'd kill him.

- Okay, now look.

You gotta stay put, gotta double lock the door,

put out the Do Not Disturb sign.

Don't open it for anybody but us.

You guys aren't leaving me here all by myself.

- Well, Sergeant McCall will stay with you

until I get back.

- Until you get back?

You're not gonna go see Mike without me.

Well, somebody has to stay here.

It's correct police procedure.

- I'd feel a whole lot better

if you stay with me, Sergeant McCall.

- If you find yourself nodding off, McCall,

spend a buck on the magic finger bed, huh?

- I don't have any quarters, which is all it takes.

A year ago on a stakeout, remember?

- Right.

- Yeah, come in.

Oh, yeah.

- Well I see you settled right in, Mike.

You carry your grief with you forever, Hunter.

Life and business go on.

- Well it sounds like you've been reading

too many fortune cookies, Billy.

- And what do you want?

We have a lot of things to do.

- Like kill Sandy Newton?

- Who?

- College education, you still don't know

how to play stupid convincingly.

Now you ought to take a lesson from your brother there.

He's got it down pat.

- What do you want from me?

- A confession would be nice.

- A confession?

To what?

- Well, the way I see it is,

the old man was coming down on you pretty hard.

So you grabbed your gun and a silencer

and you put two holes in him.

Then you ditched the silencer.

And you fired two slugs up into the stratosphere.

You set the alarm off to frame some

non-existent junkie burglar.

- That kind of talk,

that kind of irresponsible talk

could start a war and you'd better be careful...

- Mike, Michael... - That you don't get

caught in the middle of it.

- I didn't realize we were into

the threat making part of this conversation, Mike.

That was a threat, wasn't it?

- You know what your problem is?

You've always had it in for me.

- Michael... - No Billy, it's true.

Why, because I had the guts to do something

that you ran away from?

- The only thing I ran away from, Mike, was the sewer.

Which is exactly where you're gonna be

if you hurt that girl.

- All right Michael, Michael. - You better...

- Just relax.

Look, Ricky.

We're not after the girl, all right?

We need her alive.

If she can tell us who killed Pop,

we're gonna know who's trying to

move in on the family.

So there was a girl in the house

the night your dad was killed.

- I was drunk out of my mind.

I don't remember anything.

Now will you please get out of here?

- Hey, as long as you remember not to hurt that girl.

Because if you do, Mike, you and I

are gonna have to have another little talk.

And another peach.

Billy, what are you doing?

You're making me out... - Oh wake up.

- To be a liar. - Wake up, no.

He already knew about the girl.

I was just trying to convince him

that we're not worried about her.

If you're innocent, she can't hurt you.

- If I'm innocent.

What are you talking about?

- Michael.

What about the silencer?

- What are you saying?

You're saying that I planned to kill Pop?

- Michael, all I'm saying is,

I found you passed out in the armchair.

There was a gun in your lap.

Pop was dead on the floor.

Now, I don't know what went down, Michael.

But I'm telling you something.

It'd be better for both of us if I never know.

- Billy.

Billy, you gotta help me.

You gotta stay with me.

- You gotta stay with me. - I will, I will, Michael.

- Will you do that for me?

Huh, huh, huh? - Yes, yeah.

It all makes sense, but I'm tired, it's late.

I want to go to sleep.

Yeah, hello?

Who?

Sandy?

Is that really you?

- Mike, you've got to help me.

There's people after me.

- Well, where are you?

I'll come and pick you up.

- They think I know things.

But whatever I know, I'd never tell anybody.

You know that, Mike.

- Just give me the address.

No no no, I've got to get out of town.

I need some money.

- How much?

- 1,000.

Yeah, 1,000 will do me just fine,

and then I promise I'll never say

anything to anybody and you'll never hear from me again.

- Hey, 1,000, you got it.

Where?

And when?

- Tonight.

Around 11 at the cannery where my brother works.

- Oh yeah sure, the cannery at 11 o'clock, great.

Now look, Sandy, don't go away.

I'll be there, okay?

- Thanks, Mike.

- Well?

Good, at least she came to us instead of the cops.

- Georgie and Russ, I hope you don't have plans tonight.

- No Mike, Mike, you're gonna have to go with them.

She trusts you.

Sees a couple of strangers coming,

she's gonna think we double crossed her.

She will go straight to the cops.

- Oh yeah yeah, sure, but it's okay

if they come with me, right?

I mean, the head of the family shouldn't travel alone.

- That goes without saying.

All right, let me do this alone.

I don't want to scare her.

It's okay.

I'm gonna be all right, don't worry.

Sandy.

Sandy?

Sandy.

Sandy, it's Michael, where are you?

Sandy?

Sandy, is that you?

Am I glad to see you.

I gotta talk to you.

You don't know...

- Clean shots.

Didn't even know what hit them.

- Damn.

- And to think, they say you can't turn a phrase.

One good rubber dolly shot to shreds.

How do I explain this to the hotel manager?

- Bullet holes, whip marks, what's the difference?

He's used to this type of thing anyway.

- Well, that's three plus this one.

Why, you're building up a regular

Vietnam type body count, aren't you, Hunter?

- Since when did it become our fault?

- Oh no, not yours, McCall, just Hunter's.

He should've known that the mob

would use any excuse to start a war.

This was not a mob hit, Captain.

- Oh that's right, that's right.

This is a junkie burglar type hit, right Hunter?

A junkie burglar who just happens

to carry around an Uzi.

- Santorro gave me two days.

He wouldn't go back on his word.

- That's what I think about Santorro and his word.

And the other thing I think is,

if I catch one more dead body on my precinct,

I'm gonna throw Santorro and his

hand tailored butt into jail.

You tell him that, Hunter.

- You better give me an extra quarter

for the phone call, Captain.

- Hey, what do you make of this?

- I make that out to be money, Terwilliger.

What do you make of it?

- What's with him?

Why would Mike bring hush money?

He came here to kill her, didn't he?

- Hunter, a word of advice.

Case closed.

- That's two words.

- Sue me.

- None of this feels right.

- These people settle their own affairs in their own way.

Now you told me that, Hunter.

You were worried about a war.

Well, stop worrying.

Vincents are hardly in a position to strike back.

- I gotta talk to Santorro.

I gotta find out what went on here.

- Okay fine, you do whatever you want to do.

But now that it's safe,

I'm gonna take Sandy to the hospital

to visit her brother.

Excuse me, which room is Dave Newton in, please?

- Immediate family only in ICU.

Well I am his immediate family.

I'm his sister.

- Oh, 3612.

- Thank you.

- Excuse me.

Is there a phone around here?

- Oh, right near the elevators.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

- Hello, Bill?

This is Sully.

Listen, I'm in the hospital here.

- No.

No, I'll, I'll take care of it myself.

Yeah.

Hey, Sully.

I won't forget.

That's a better looking lobster.

Yeah, that'd be good.

A stuffed lobster, see that?

See how it's designed there?

That's a little better lobster to eat, see?

A good one, I like that.

Hello Ricky, what can I do for you?

- You promised me two days, Mr. Santorro.

- You hurt me, Ricky.

You hurt me very deeply.

You look me in the eye and you hurl accusations

that you know in your heart are false.

Why, why do you treat me like that, huh Rick?

Is that what they teach you

down at your police department?

Who could get close enough to George and Russ

to put bullets in their heads?

Except Billy.

Now that the old man and Mike are gone,

how fat do you think Billy's gonna get?

- He's the last of the Vincents.

Family business belongs to him.

His territory's gonna be respected, you understand?

Any other solution would create an imbalance.

- I'm afraid we may have an imbalance after all.

- Dave?

Dave, can you hear me?

Dave, it's your sister, Sandy.

Dave, it's Sandy.

Even when someone's unconscious,

there's still a part of them that can hear you.

He just can't respond.

But he knows I'm here.

- Hello?

- McCall, it's Billy.

- Isn't this Hunter?

Yeah I'm Hunter, but it was Billy who killed Mike

and probably the old man too.

- Want to run that by me again?

- Just take my word for it.

Santorro's boys had nothing to do with Mike's death

and the only one who had anything

to gain by it was Billy. - Billy.

- So grab Sandy and get the hell out of there.

She's still a loose wire that

Billy would like to snip off.

I'm on my way to Vincent's office

to pick up Billy now.

- Gotcha.

Nice to finally make your acquaintance, Sandy.

Hang it up.

- McCall?

- Now.

I gotta go, got company.

- Billy?

Let's have your backup, McCall.

Your backup.

Nice and easy.

- Sandy doesn't know anything, Billy.

As far as she was concerned,

it was Mike that killed your old man.

- But we know better, don't we, McCall?

- Dave Newton, what room is he in?

- 3612.

McCall, you in there?

Come on in, Ricky.

Drop the gun.

- Let them go, Billy.

You'll be safe in custody.

- When Santorro finds out about this,

it's over for me.

Now, I want cash and I want a plane.

You get McCall and the girl

once I get where I'm going.

- You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,

anything you say can be taken down

and used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed

to you without charge.

Do you understand each of these rights

that I have explained to you?

Finished with that report?

Look, I don't want to bug you, McCall,

but I figured if you got finished there in time,

you could go to dinner with me.

My treat.

- Hunter, I will ruin my fingernails

and my eyesight typing your report,

but I'm not gonna destroy my stomach

by eating your junk food,

even if you do spring for it.

- I'm not talking junk food here, McCall.

I'm talking main lobster dinner,

with all the trimmings.

Green salad, french fries,

a bottle of imported French wine.

What do you say?

- What's the catch?

- Catch?

There's no catch.

I just thought we'd celebrate our success.

But if that's how little you trust me, then forget it.

- Look, I'm sorry.

You're right, I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Yeah, if you want to have dinner, fine.

I would be happy to, I'd be honored

to have dinner with you.

- Great.

- Carmine Santorro.

What is in this basket, Hunter?

None of your concern, Bernie.

- It is against regulations to accept

gifts from known criminals, Hunter.

I have to find out what's in this basket.

- Bernie, don't.

- You louse.

Yeah lobster dinner, if I cook it.

- Works for me.