All language subtitles for Maniac Cop (1988).eng

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

- You've been on your feet all day.
- No thanks Joey.

I have a day job too you know.

- Sure I can't give you a lift?
- I'd rather face the 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...

Yo man, it wasn't us, man.
It was a cop, man! A big cop!

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

So?

Well, we have a C2,
C3 fracture dislocation.

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

As in your old hanging,
where the head just pops.

That's not what's interesting.

What's interesting is we
also have a crushed larynx.

It's just flopping.

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

I just got a statement
from an eye witness

who said, they 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 humor.

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

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

Don't pass out on me, Lovejoy.

Take a look at the
size of those hematomas.

Now, you think either one of
those two 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, huh?

You're not kidding--
Watch the light!

What's the matter with this light?
It's probably 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, I don't know.

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

Oh no, 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 is here to see you.

Send him in.

Have a seat, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, I've been
going over your report.

Seems that you automatically
assume that 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.

Well, there you are. Obviously someone
trying to discredit the police force.

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

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

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

on cops that have been
under mental disturbance,

attempted suicide,
under extreme emotional stress...

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

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

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

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

Listen, 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.

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

Tell me something, 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.

The gun went off.

Exactly ten days after your
partner was killed in the line of duty,

your gun just happens
to discharge all by itself.

Now, 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 this musician.

All killed by a uniformed police officer.

Well, we've go to do
something about it, and fast.

Why'd this have to happen
just before an election?

If we downplay it we get
accused of protecting the police,

if we go all away then PBA and the cop
lovers say we're weakening law enforcement.

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

I guarantee he's gonna kill again.

For the time being I want to kept quiet.

We'll begin an internal investigation.

For now, no public announcements
that a cop might be involved.

Nothing like that. Right Jerry

I was surprised when you called.

I didn't think we were going
to 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, they respect the uniform.

They'll do anything the cop tells them,
including take a 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 sensationalize it the best way.

Hey, you got 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.

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

Okay, I'll need a back up on every detail,

names of the witnesses, specifics from--

You'll find everything
you need right there.

McCrae, remember...
I owe you one.

You don't owe me anything.

God dammit! Why can't that
son of a bitch Pike control his own men?

- You want McCrae in here?
- Hell no!

Last thing I need is to
be accused of a coverup.

Issue a statement,

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

And say I'm setting
up an 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 Street,

because they're the one that's
going to take the heat for this.

But still look out.

What about McCrae?

Oh, we'll let him
handle the investigation.

If he fails, I'll bust him.
If he succeeds, I'll commend him.

And six or eight months later...
cut his balls off.

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.

I repeat,

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

occurring on the streets
of the city, after dark.

The questions this
station wants answered...

Why has Commissioner
Pike withheld these facts,

and does the Mayor know
what's going on in his city?

How can the public
defend themselves

if they're unaware that
one of New York's finest,

may indeed be a psychopath

whose intent is to kill them
rather than protect them.

Tomorrow on the morning show,

we will have an interview with
Detective Lieutenant Frank McCrae...

Damn!

who's in charge of the investigation

and who was ordered
not to speak to the press.

You're not going to get me!

Anybody wants to shoot a cop
nowadays has got one hell of an excuse!

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

Look, we've received over 700 letters
accusing individual police officers.

Look counselor, A cop gives you
a parking ticket so what do you do?

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

Why did this have to happen when
I have four weeks before I retire?

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

This nut must be caught.

He's costing the tax
payers millions everyday.

Ripley, if you can't handle this,

why don't you put in for early
retirement and step down, huh?

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

He's sharp...
only one step ahead of me.

If I stake out Tribeca and Soho,
he strikes in 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.

Yea, well 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.

Look, you're the one that
dropped out of the therapy.

I was willing to go and
I was willing to 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.

Yea, well 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 I--

Now why couldn't you
say that to the therapist?

Why couldn't you simply say

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

Don't 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.

We'll go on up to Terrington like--

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.

Now look, there's
enough locks on the doors.

And 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.

Nah, 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.

- Just, 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, 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.

Ah!

Item number nine.

Remember gang, The Red
Cross blood drive is next week.

Let's do our duty. Item--

- Forrest, let's talk.
- Yea sure, Captain.

So, have you decided where you're
going to settle down after you retire?

You uh... something about Florida?

It's about your wife.

She call you to complain
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--
- Look, 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!

Patrolman Forrest...

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

Good afternoon

We are pleased to announce
an arrest has been made

in the series of
unfortunate killings

that've 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,

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

Is that why you followed her?

- Is that why you shut her up--
- That's not true.

You got an alibi for
last Wednesday night,

the preceding Friday, Huh?

- I was home.
- Oh come on, Forrest.

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

All right, I was seeing somebody.

I'll talk to my client now. Alone.

Counselor, we have
read him his Miranda's.

And he elected to make a statement.

That's inadmissible.

Well, he did admit that 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 wish, counselor.

Counselor, we intend to have this suspect

appear on a line-up for the witnesses

first thing tomorrow morning.

Good day, sir.

These guys are 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 defense.

Better yet, maybe you don't even
remember committing the crimes.

Blackouts, momentary
lapses of memory--

What are you talking about?
I'm not crazy, I didn't do it!

You were seeing a
therapist on a regular basis.

Oh come on, a
marriage counselor.

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

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

Pal, 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,

shot when they didn't have a gun or knife,

claiming the suspect
had a shoddy object.

You know 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,

otherwise they hit you
in the head with their billy.

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

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

Nobody gives no crap to the cops no
more since this crazy cop came along.

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

And their ain't much
crime no more.

Hey listen, about eighteen
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 in and he kills his wife,

and it looks like it's
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 pal.

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.

And 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 some place?

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.

Now, 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?

That 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.

He uh... did he speak to you?
Say anything?

No, not a sound.

Last call, you want anything else?

Yeah, one more round, doubles.

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

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

Why can't I go home?

Ah come on, If he knew where
you were signed to work,

he sure as hell knows
where you're livin'.

How could he?

You must have told somebody at work...
about your relationship.

Come on, come on,
Jack was deliberately set up.

Somebody phoned
his wife to follow him.

Now, who did you tell?

I guess you know Sally Noland.

Should I?

Well sure, she's been
on the force for 20 years.

She's like a den mother to all of us.
You know, she wears that leg brace.

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

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

I know she's a fixture
down at headquarters.

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

What's this?

Key to my apartment, 4E.
I want you to 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 anybody 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 at headquarters.

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

- McCrae, what'd you do to your hand?
- Cut myself shaving.

- Sign me in, will you?
- Sure.

You came at a very 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.

Gonna have a hard time writing with
this hand. I got eleven stitches tonight.

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 okay.

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

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

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.

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

But this way is even better. Now
they think they've got the guilty man

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

And 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... but I thought it would
be the dealers and the 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!

I guess I was just jumpy. Matt?

Matt, where are ya?

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.

You always take a leak
with a gun in your hand?

That's a good way
to blow your balls off!

Oh...

You scared me,
wearing a uniform.

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

I should get hazard
pay with this uniform.

Yeah.

You could've got
yourself killed back there,

those timbers
are ready to break.

This place will be demolished
in a couple of weeks.

Yea, 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 all those
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,
he had no time for a personal life, huh?

Here Clance, thanks.
You can put these away.

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

I think he'd would've gotten 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 pretty hard, huh.

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 did you know that?
Oh, we keep a eye on him.

So what'd he wanna know about?
Cordell, we talked about Cordell.

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

Well... maybe is not my place to say,
but you threw him to the wolves.

He was after those mafia big shots with the
big connections and so you got rid of him.

A court found him guilty.
Aren't you worried about your job Clancy?

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

So I can tell you to your face,
mister 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.

Okay, 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?

Yea, he was before my time but,
you know he was a legend.

Real trigger happy, right. He died in jail.

And suppose he didn't.
Suppose he's back.

Only now he kills innocent people.

Yea, but how could he
get out of prison alive?

We're going to find out.
Tomorrow morning I've got an appointment

with the chief medical examiner
up at Sing Sing, Dr. Gruber.

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 no good
to him any more, he knows!

He knows.

He knows I'm no good to him!

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.
We go out this way, come on.

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

Why doesn't anybody 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.

- Come on.
- What about you.

If they see you with that
gun your going to get shot.

Don't worry about me.

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

With McCrae.
His car is still outside.

Okay, here's the deal,
get in it and wait.

If we're not out in five minutes, hot-wire
and haul ass out of here. You got it?

- You got it.
- Okay, go.

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

Hey, hold on. I didn't do any of this.

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

- It wasn't me. 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!
- Okay.

- 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.

Whats Jack Forrest got against you?
It's not Forrest it's Cordell!

Cordell is 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 till he's got me.

Keeping McCrae's
appointment at Sing Sing.

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

- You're a brave man.
- No, 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?

Yea, we've got an 8 a.m.
meeting with your Dr. Gruber.

- We're a little early.
- You got a 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?
- Aren't many like that.

I did they autopsy on him.

Now look, the authorities knew that
something like that could happen to him.

- Why didn't they prevent it?
- He 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?

Well, when they're all cut up like that.

This is no ordinary mortician's home.

We're not into cosmetic approaches here.

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

We stitch up the parts, and 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 they just go to 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 detective McCrae,

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'm not gonna
pick up that phone. This never happened!

There's 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.

And now you're trying
to ruin my life and my 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.

You know, I bet Cordell
used to love walking in

that parade every year
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 the
parade may have been canceled,

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 a hostile
New Yorkers to New York's 5th Avenue today.

Police security forces and the 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're gonna shoot me on site.

I'll do it.

All right, but you gotta
get to the Commissioner.

Oh, I'm suppose 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's probably the one Cordell
blames more than anybody else.

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

They're ready for you
on the grand stand.

Oh come on.
Jerry, you'll be late.

You go, stand in for me.
Tell them I'm not well enough.

Look you got to make an appearance.
The press is expecting you.

It'd be a slap on the face of the
entire N.Y.P.D. 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.

Will you stay calm?

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

You can be safer on that
grand stand than in here.

I'm staying here. And I want
the security around me doubled.

If you're dealing with a ghost,
you really think that's gonna 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.

- Alright, so where is the son of a bitch?
- He's willing to give himself up.

- After you listen.
- Oh, so you're giving orders now?

- I know who committed these murders.
- So do we sweetheart, it's 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 sweetheart, 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 give a 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.

That's really great.
You accuse a dead woman.

But what the fact is,
the log states that you came

to see Jack Forrest last night
on alleged police business,

and that you aided in his
escape from the cell block,

and that 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.

That's right, and you'd better go sir.

You know everyone else
has left for the reviewing stand.

No wait, you may be in
danger if you go down there.

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 at all,

you won't go down there.

Book her!
Accessory to first degree murder.

- Sit down.
- What?

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

Well, what's the rush? I mean...

we've got the Commissioner's
office all 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 and wait, huh?

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 gonna put me under arrest,
I want to see my lawyer.

You know, 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.

Everybody else has gone to the
parade and I'm stuck here with you.

This is fantastic.

You with your great attitude
really makes things nice.

You know, 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 oughta put a bullet between
your eyes, and I'd be a hero.

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

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

Hurry up, you're wasting time.

The killer's in that patty wagon.
Come on, let's go.

- You know how to handle a shotgun?
- You get close enough and watch me.

Vehicle last seen heading
towards the river. Lost contact.

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

- Yeah, sure.
- No 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!

It was Cordell.... but it's done.

The person was disfigured
beyond recognition.

It could've 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, hold all calls.
I don't want to be disturbed.

Have it your own way.

Go easy on the bottle, Jerry.

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