Original subtitles

♪ [orchestral music: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" playing] ♪

[CD skipping forward]

[man] $70,000 for this car

and they put in a piece of shit for a CD player.

[gasping] Ah! Son of a bitch.

- [horn honking] - [gasping]

[tires screeching]

Ah!

[tires screeching, engine sputtering]

Great. Goddammit!

- Merry fuckin' Christmas! - [distant explosion]

[sonic boom]

[whooshing, air whistles]

[explosion]

[debris falling]

Uh.

[ominous music]

[heavy breathing]

[fire crackling]

[heavy breathing]

I come in peace.

♪♪

[metal doors opening]

[blowtorch flaming]

Right. Sergeant Hawkins, evidence room J38.

Thirty-eight.

Terrific.

Thanks.

♪♪

[indistinct chattering]

- Hey, how you doing? - [man] Good. Good.

[woman over P.A.] Sergeant Hawkins, please report to room J38.

Sergeant Hawkins, room J38.

[thud]

Yeah?

Hello? [whistling]

[gasping]

[groaning]

[coughing]

What seems to be the problem here, officer?

[choking]

♪♪

[bolts unlocking]

- Hi. - Hi.

Sign there.

- Must be some party. - Pardon me, officer?

- Just a joke. - [laughs]

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

[dialing]

♪ ["Joy to the World" playing] ♪

[engine starting]

Better hurry.

What do you mean, man?

- That was clock work. [chuckles] - Better hurry.

[explosion]

Jesus Christ! What the fuck was that?

- A little insurance. - What the hell for?

No witnesses. [giggling]

[laughing]

[man over radio] When I told them their organization

was simply not cost effective, they didn't listen,

so I felt the only way to exploit my talents

was to branch out on my own.

- Mr... - Davis.

Davis, Davis, Davis. That's right, Jeff Davis.

My point is this...

[continuing over radio] much like yourself I'm sure,

at an early age, I envisioned that my education would be

my saving grace to give me that, um, necessary edge— here.

Let me give you just one example...

[car doors closing]

I sensed a problem the minute I realized that MBAs

were rapidly becoming a devalued commodity.

I got right back into Princeton, I picked up a second master's

in "International Banking," which I suppose is the field I've ended...

What's with all the extra muscle?

Evening, Mr. Manning.

Just think of them as couriers.

[Davis] Yeah, right. Let's see what you got.

C'mon guys.

Education...

- ...it's really so important. - C'mon.

- Can I just call you Jeff? - Yeah, well whatever.

- C'mon, c'mon. - Without a college degree,

and I'm talking about a master's at least,

a guy could become desperate.

- Might have to join the army. - Turn to a life of crime.

[All laughing]

Or become a cop.

[laughing continues]

Why don't we just cut the crap, man, and then get down to business?

What university did you attend?

The University of "suck my dick."

[All laughing]

[gun cocks]

Party time.

[laughter]

- I love this shit. - [Man chuckling]

Perfect.

- [clerk] How you folks doing? - Hi.

- [yelling] - Money, money, money!

Okay, okay, okay!

- [thuds] - [woman screaming]

Now is this deal going down or what?

- Whatever you say. - Fuck.

- [woman screaming] - Get down! Get down!

- Lights out fatso! - The switch is in the back!

Fuck that!

- [gunshots] - [woman screaming]

Shit.

Keep talking guys.

Goddammit!

There's money!

- [woman screaming] - Shut up! Shut up!

- [kick lands] - [woman screams]

Shut up!

Actually...

you're Turner, right?

Detective Ray Turner?

You got the money, Buzz?!

You done?!

Buzz?!

You're not Buzz.

And you're not very smart.

You cops think you're so smart.

You ought to know better than to mess with me and my White Boys.

- Drop it. - [panting]

We've been on to your pathetic charade for a week.

[chuckles]

[Caine] I said drop it!

What the fuck is he talking about, huh?

Smile, Ray.

[Caine] Drop it, now!

- Fuck you. - [gunshot]

- [gunshots] - [grunting]

- [woman screaming] - [glass shattering]

Pack it up, gentlemen.

Yes, sir!

- Who set this up, anyway? - I don't know, sir.

If it was Warren, he should know better.

[Manning] At least now there's one less cop in the world.

You boys be sure to pick up every grain of that heroin.

- Out the back. - Yes sir, Mr. Manning.

- Let's go! C'mon! - [heavy breathing]

[whispering] I come in peace.

[laser firing]

[slicing]

[thud]

[gasping, choking]

What the fuck?

Merry Christmas. Keep an eye on him.

You bet!

[explosion]

Son of a bitch!

[Caine] Ray!

Ray!

Ray!

Ray!

Come on, man!

Come on!

Come on!

Shit!

I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna fuckin' tear his face off!

That faggot! That faggot made me—

[indistinct radio chatter]

We got confirmation on the federal warehouse explosion.

Nine dead and at least half a dozen others injured.

Lovely.

[reporter] Could you give us some information?

[indistinct chattering]

[woman] Do you have any suspects...? Hey, detective?

- Hi, Diane. - Hi. What's going on?

Slaughterhouse.

Looks like the White Boys went through a Cuisinart.

Jesus! What the hell happened?

Five dead. Nobody saw or heard anything.

That's nothing new for this part of town.

Caine was the first one on the scene at 11:32,

but he didn't see anything, either.

Jack,

I'm sorry about Turner.

I really am.

I'm so pissed off, I could throw you through a goddamned window!

I'm not going to do that right now.

This is not the time.

This is not the time to break your fucking neck, either!

I know how you must feel about Ray.

- What about Victor Manning? - Well, what about him?

- He killed my goddamned partner! - Don't push me, Jack.

You disappeared for eight days.

Not even a week, which maybe I could understand,

but eight fucking days?!

On top of all that, you've got to answer for the stolen heroin,

plus the five hundred grand!

Captain Malone?

There's somebody here to see you.

Oh, great, feds.

Their warehouse blows and they figure they've got jurisdiction

over the whole fucking town.

Tell 'em...

Just tell 'em I'll be right there, okay?

Yes, sir.

All right, you're off it. You got eight weeks vacation coming.

Take it, all of it.

Is that an order?

No. Worse.

Promise me.

Caine, you're the only man I know who'd rather die

than break his word,

so promise me, and that's an order.

I want Manning.

Take the vacation or I'll make it permanent.

Fine.

Good.

Oh, and—

if I were you,

I'd take a little time and patch up my personal life, too.

Detective Caine,

this is Agent Switzer of the F.B.I.

He'd like to ask you a few questions.

In private.

[toilet flushes]

Do you know what I do, Detective?

I know things.

That's all, that's my whole job...

to know things before anyone else.

- So? - I know you were after Victor Manning.

I also know that these are no ordinary murders.

Three well-armed men had their throats cut

before they could even draw their weapons, now...

who could possibly move that fast?

Not who... what.

I've seen a lot of knife wounds,

but Manning's boys were killed by something else.

- Something different. - Do you think the weapon's the key?

Yes, I do.

You wouldn't happen to know where I can locate

your Mr. Manning, would you?

- I'd like a word with him. - Look,

I'd like to help, but I was just put on vacation.

Or, uh, didn't you know that?

- Put Caine back on the case. - Like hell I will.

I'd have to make one phone call. Just one.

You don't want that.

Well, Caine can't. He's going on vacation.

- Isn't that right, Caine? - Well, I said I'd go. I didn't say when.

Fine.

- You heard him, you're on it. - Good.

I'll send his partner over from the bureau tomorrow.

Partner?

Partner?

[Malone] Caine, meet Special Agent Smith.

- You're kidding, right? - Cool it, Caine.

[chuckling] I can handle this, Captain.

Excuse me, Mr. Caine, I'm the youngest man

ever to reach my rank at the bureau,

and I make twice as much as you do,

and it's for good reason,

so don't even start that shit with me.

- You are kidding. - You may not be accustomed

to working on a case under federal jurisdiction,

so Commander Switzer has asked me to lay out some

- parameters for your cooperation. - Parameters.

Yes. Parameters are sort of general guidelines.

I know what the word means.

Well, good.

We will report to Inspector Switzer daily.

That means every day.

There will be no strange disappearances, not for a week.

- Eight days... - Not... for a minute.

- Are we in agreement here? - You think you can tell me...

I know that I can come in here...

Excuse me. Captain?

- The coroner's here. - Thanks Dee, send her in.

- Hi. - Hi.

OK, Diane, what did ballistics have to say about the murder weapon?

Whatever it was, it was razor thin and razor sharp.

It made a deep, straight incision

I'd have trouble making with a scalpel.

Well, how do you explain that?

I can't.

- Diane? Can I... - Look, I feel bad about Ray,

as bad as you do...

but eight days, Jack,

and not even a phone call.

Would you stop and listen for a second?

I don't want to hear it!

[sighs] Hey, I like abuse as much as the next girl,

but this time when you had me wondering

whether you were dead or alive,

I was kind of rooting for dead,

you know what I mean?

Diane... Hey!

Pretty healthy relationship you've got there.

That's one.

OK, number one on my list...

We're going to the crime scene. You drive.

I think we should read the coroner's report first.

Let me tell you something:

"Exploit Experts. Their expertise is essential."

That's a quote, page 35 from the Switzer manual.

He happens to be a very brilliant man

and you could learn a lot from him.

Oh, yeah? Can we go now,

or does Switzer have some other tips for me?

Well, yeah, now that you mention it...

you sure you want to go with that particular look?

I think you should give it some thought because external things

are very important.

They tell people who you are, you know what I mean?

In that case, maybe you should ride in the trunk.

[band playing Amazing Grace nearby]

[mumbling] Christmas. Big deal.

[cans shuffling]

- [booming] - [dog barking]

- [distant rumbling] - Hm.

[rumbling continues]

[explosion]

[electricity spark]

Holy shit.

What the hell you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm observing, I'm taking notes.

Really?

You know, the problem with most police work

is you become emotionally involved, you can't think rationally.

This way I can stay objective, achieve a little distance.

You want distance?

Why don't you stand over there...

by the body?

So it's all clinical, huh? What about instinct?

No such thing. Instinct is just a set of learned responses, that's it.

I've studied what to do in almost any situation.

Something happens, I'm ready.

I'm ready for anything!

Head downstairs.

Is there a point to all this or what?

- Downstairs. - Jesus Christ.

So Agent Smith...

what happens when you run into something completely new?

I really wouldn't know. It hasn't happened yet.

- You're stuck now? - [chuckling] Come on.

Maybe.

- How about you? - Yup.

- So what do you do? - I follow my instincts.

[sniffing]

[barking]

[man singing along to Auld Lang Syne]

♪ And auld lang syne ♪

[dog barking]

Oh, goddamn worthless leg-humping piece of shit dog!

- Dexter! [whistling] - [dog barking]

Dexter?!

Time to eat!

- [barking] - Dexter?

Who's out there?

Miserable low-life pinko scum shit bastard.

[electrical spark]

Oh, now I'm supposed to be scared?

[gunshot]

[glass shattering]

Fucking greedy asshole burglar shit head!

[gasping]

[thud] [shirt ripping]

- [yelling] - I come in peace!

[gasping]

[♪ Bardeux: Thumbs Up]

♪ Mother used to say never try blind dates ♪

♪ You only wind up wasting your time ♪

♪ Whatever we're about is open to debate ♪

What the hell are we doing in a bar?

I don't drink on duty. This is hardly procedure.

So proceed home. I can think here.

What are you talking about? How can you think here?

♪ What makes you think I'm giving you a thumbs up! ♪

All the blood's leaving my head.

[grumbling]

- [Caine] My old pal Boner. - Shit!

What do you know.

♪ Better to go dance ♪

[Caine] Come on.

- Kiss that C goodbye, slick. - Shit!

♪ It don't take a genius to see that ♪

♪ I'm giving you a thumbs up! ♪

I think something's wrong with your ball, Boner.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Where's Victor Manning?

- Who gives a shit? - [grunting]

- My partner. He's dead. - Hey, hey, no touchy.

I want you and your boyfriend to tell me who killed him.

- You drop that... please. - [grunting]

♪ Whatever it'd be ♪

Okay, now Boner, who killed my partner and who's got the drugs?

The fucking Martians. That's who's got it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, because it sure ain't on the street, you know.

The White Boys thinks you cops did it, Caine.

Ah! I swear it's the truth...

the truth.

If I knew something, Caine, I'd tell ya.

Uh-huh.

All right, beat it Boner. You, too.

♪ Giving you a thumbs up! ♪

♪ You've got a lot of taste ♪

So that's why we came here, huh? To pump Boner.

Nice technique. It's very illegal,

and, uh, you got so much out of him, you know?

[Caine] I told you before, Smith...

I came here to think.

So what if the weapon wasn't a blade, but a projectile?

Like a cue ball.

- Cue ball, huh? - Watch. Watch.

It cuts this guy.

- Yeah? - Then it cuts this guy over here...

Yeah.

Ricochets off him...

hits the wall over here...

then hits here...

then cuts this guy.

Ends up... somewhere over here.

- So, we're still looking for your cue ball, is that it?

That's the murder weapon, huh?

Shit...

- [hissing] - Shit...

Shit.

- [Caine] Don't touch it again. - Relax, I know what I'm doing.

[booming sound] [glass shatters]

[Caine] Get down!

[bottles shatter]

Now that's a murder weapon.

[♪ U-Krew: Ugly]

♪ She's a ugly woman and this is the truth ♪

♪ She got a big rotten tooth and a buckwheat booth ♪

♪ Little kids get ghost when the girl is near ♪

♪ 'Cause she could trick-or-treat every day of the year ♪

- ♪ She's a freak ♪ - ♪ Yeah I know what you mean ♪

♪ Born October 31st and the queen of Halloween ♪

♪ Mud duck is a term the homeboys use ♪

♪ For the whacked-out women that we refuse ♪

♪ She's a prehistoric freezer burn, frostbitten prune ♪

- [hissing] - [grunting]

[shirt rips]

- [gunshots] - [explosion]

- [gunshots] - [cars exploding]

[glass shattering]

[cars honking]

- [man] Hey, look, up there! - [woman] What?

- [indistinct chattering] - [sighs]

[Smith] Procedure is procedure.

If you're still going on report for your mistreatment of Boner.

[Caine] Terrific. Pull over here on the right.

- All right, see you tomorrow. - See you. Hey, hey!

- Where do you think you're going? - Inside.

Hey!

Switzer manual page 11, evidence must be presented

- within a timely framework. - Yeah, that's great.

But I've got a friend at the University I want to show it to first.

Oh, at the University. What is he? Is he—is he a scientist?

No. He's a cheerleader.

He's not authorized personnel,

I'm not going to allow it goddammit. Not—

Whoa...

Nice place.

I'll bet that—that's a very nice, safe place for that.

Uh-huh. Do you want some wine?

- What? - Wine.

Maybe.

Interesting painting.

Do you like it?

Yeah, well you know, it's really, uh...

- Big. - Right.

I guess I didn't exactly figure you right, huh?

I guess not, Smith.

I want that disc.

Let's be honest.

This is just a case to you.

To me, it's more, much more.

And if you try to take this disc,

I'm going to hit you very, very hard.

- Here. - Thank you so much.

Let me ask you something. Why don't you like me?

I honestly don't give a shit, but I'm curious.

Is it because I'm more successful, huh? Is that it?

Exactly.

I thought so.

Not bad.

I'll pick you up at seven.

[door opening, closing]

♪♪

[knocking at door]

[knocking at door]

[door slams]

[chain jingles]

I, um... I wanted to apologize.

Diane... [grunts]

You done?

Yeah.

[exhales]

Jack...

promise me something.

What?

Promise to remember my birthday.

And promise to come visit my mother with me.

I don't care what it is. Just promise me something like you do everybody else.

Can you do that?

I don't know who pisses me off more...

you for doing this or me for letting you.

[♪ Shooting Star: Touch Me Tonight playing on radio]

♪ Just give me one more chance to make it right ♪

♪ And baby touch me tonight ♪

[radio turns off]

- Hi. - Hi.

♪♪

[door creaking]

[alarm noises]

Either you're Santa Claus, or you're dead, pal!

It's me! It's me goddammit! Don't shoot.

What the hell are you doing here?

I came here to pick you up

and the goddamn door was open, so I came in.

[panting]

I think you've been robbed.

You F.B.I. guys don't miss a thing, do you?

No we don't.

There were more murders last night. Now where's the disc?

I left it with a friend last night.

- A friend, huh? - Yeah.

Thank God.

And you just got here, huh?

Yes, of course I just got here, huh.

Why? Wh—

What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

[♪ XYZ: Maggy playing on radio]

♪ Can you stand by the lie? ♪

♪ Stranger, I barely know your name ♪

♪ But you're already mine ♪

♪ Start them, overdose ♪

♪ Powder up your nose ♪

♪ Now you're ready to fly ♪

♪ What the hell? Who's gonna tell? ♪

♪ On your rock 'n' roll high ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Queen of a lie ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Love and to cry ♪

♪ Maggy ♪

[gasping]

Stop it! Oh, my God! [shirt ripping]

- [grunts] - [thuds]

Take some coffee guys.

I'll be right with you.

Thanks.

[screaming]

I gotta relax.

Extra caffeine.

Lousy American coffee couldn't keep a hamster up at night.

Who's the suit?

Oh, Smith here is a real live FBI agent.

- Caine, are you nuts? - Relax, Dr. Bruce, I'm not here for that.

Everything I have in here is essential to my research.

I believe you, I believe you.

You feds are all alike.

You're just like that tribe in Africa.

The one that always says the opposite of what they mean...

"Welcome to our village," they say, and then they kill you.

Hey, you've got nothing to worry about.

- See? See? - [Caine] Relax! Calm down, Bruce.

Tell us about the disc.

Okay.

- [crash] - Jesus Christ, be careful will you?

Relax, G-Man.

In a field completely void of charge,

like the one I've created, it simply hovers.

In simplest terms, it's a magnet.

The most powerful self-contained electromagnet I have ever seen.

And, like any magnet, it can be attracted to other magnets of reverse polarity.

[Smith] That's why it stuck to the speaker magnet.

It can be programmed to use other magnetic forces

as a means of propulsion.

You can use any frequency you want.

So how's it used as a weapon?

The human body carries a small electrical charge, right?

You tune the disc to the charge and then... [snaps]

Flat head's basically correct.

It's like turning your radio dial to K-I-L-L.

The technology is incredible. I need more time to study it.

- Fine, keep it. We'll be back... - [Smith] Forget it.

You've had your chance. I'm taking that thing to Switzer right now.

Are you crazy? The goddamned thing almost took my head off twice

and I know what I'm doing! You can't take it!

- Oh, really? I can't take it? - You wouldn't get ten feet.

Let him finish, then you can take it to Switzer.

[sighs]

Ah, yeah, fine... fine.

- Hide it. - You got it.

Three more like him came in last night.

[Caine] What makes you think they're related to our case?

The cause of death. Massive heroin overdose.

And this guy was no addict. Look.

It's definitely not self-induced.

- Was it the feds' heroin? - I think so.

The potency was incredible.

Your psycho stole a lot of heroin to kill people with.

Why? I mean, why would he do that?

People do a lot of sick things to each other.

[Caine] What about the bullet hole?

Oh, it's not a bullet hole.

- What is it? - I'm about to find out.

- Do you want to stick around? - [buzzing]

[quivers] No, no, thanks I'll pass.

I'm just going to make a— a phone call or something.

- Sorry. - [buzzing]

[woman over PA] Doctor Schaeffer to Pathology...

Doctor Schaeffer to Pathology...

- Come on. - I'll call you back, sir.

- Got kind of stuffy in there, you know? - Caine!

Here. This came for you about an hour ago.

Thanks.

What's with you two anyway? Kind of a love-hate thing?

- More a hate-hate thing. - What's that?

[Caine] "Dear Caine, having a great time in Rio.

Wish you were dead. Love, Victor Manning.

P.S. I told Warren to look you up."

Who's Warren?

Would you look at that bastard smiling?

He kills my partner, then goes to Rio for Christmas.

So, who's Warren?

Manning's partner, head of the White Boys.

Yuppie criminals.

I've been after this guy for two years.

Where we going, anyway?

We're going to see Warren before he sees us.

Okay.

What did you say?

I said okay.

Oh, shit.

How well do you know this neighborhood?

A little.

Let me drive.

No. Uh-uh, no way. It's my car, I'm driving.

Really? Well, there's two members of the White Boys following us.

Come on, let me take the wheel.

I said I'm driving.

[glass shatters]

[gunshots]

On second thought, you go ahead!

[tires squealing]

Turn right.

Goddammit! Wh—What are you doing?

Short cut. Did you ever hear of those?

Let's stop fucking around and get some back up in here.

I know what I'm doing.

- [pedestrians yelling] - [tires squealing]

- Shit! Where did you get that? - Christmas present from my mother.

- Look out! - [woman screaming]

[horns honking]

Caine, come on! We're not gonna play chicken, are we?

- The last thing a White Boy wants... - Caine! Caine!

- is a scratch on his car! - I got 'em!

- [gunshot] - [glass shatters]

Son of a bitch!

That's it. Warren's a dead man.

[exhales]

[Smith] Where are we? Is this Warren's?

[Caine] Yep.

[Smith] We have to follow procedure, Caine.

Don't you realize that?

We have to go back and get a warrant, now!

Nope.

Now I don't care.

♪♪

[car alarms blaring]

[man] Check it out. Come on!

Damn it!

Hey! [grunting]

Shit.

Next.

Alex.

What's the latest on the LBL transfer?

- [man] Hey! - Not here... the carpet.

- Sorry. - Guns on the table.

- Come on, boys. - Do it.

[uncocking]

All right, now get up.

I said get up!

Okay, Warren, now you and I are going to have a talk.

- Nice to see you again, Caine. - Just sit down, Warren.

Shouldn't have come here.

Victor didn't want to go to Rio until next month.

The place is packed. He had to fly coach.

- [men chuckling] - I didn't kill your boys, Warren.

- Bullshit. - You're after the wrong guy.

For some reason you cops have called a drug war.

What? Did we forget a payment or something?

[men chuckling]

Our sales in the last three days have gone straight into the crapper.

I mean, we could be talking no bonuses this quarter.

Drug war? What the fuck are you talking about, drug war?

[sighs]

Why, why, why am I even talking to this cop?

- [man] 'Cause you're gonna kill him. - [men chuckling]

Oh, right, yeah.

Nothing personal, Caine.

Just business.

You're forgetting who's got the gun.

Oh, I think I can come up with some leverage.

♪♪

[men chuckling]

All right, Caine, you've got two things to consider.

[man] C'mon man, move it!

One:

Victor wanted you dead by the close of business today.

Two:

we have a drop to make.

I ought to call it off, but we have a serious cash flow problem,

so you're going to do it for me.

If anybody's gonna be killed,

I guess it's just gonna have to be you.

[chuckling]

Forget it.

Oh, you'll do it,

or else you'll start to get a very bad reputation

for losing partners.

[guns cocking]

♪♪

- You understand the drill, right? - Just give it to me.

[scoffing]

No mistakes, pal.

Hope you guys understand you're in a lot of trouble.

[bells chime]

[man speaking foreign language]

Yes sir, what can I do for you?

Don't be foolish.

Tell the White Boys to kiss my ass.

[footsteps running away]

[thud]

- [growling] - [yelling]

[thud]

[groans]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

[man] Come on!

[grunting]

[both grunting]

[groaning]

♪♪

[breathing heavily]

[distant sirens blaring]

What the fuck was that?!

What happened goddammit, what happened?

What was that?

- What's going on, goddammit? - [Caine] Just shut up and let me think.

Who's this?

You're gonna tell me what happened out there

and right now.

Just wait here and we'll go back for the disk later.

Oh, fine, fine, you go right ahead and take your time, you know? And—

And don't worry about me, I'm just here at your goddamn beck and call, okay?

Mm-hmm, I think so, yes, maybe. Um-hmm...

Excuse me, young lady, emergency call, FBI.

[scoffing] You're not gonna believe what just happened!

Thank you. Do you have change for a dollar?

[scoffs]

Hmm...

I always thought I'd be the one to wring your neck.

Cute. You want to answer my question?

Yeah.

Roughly speaking...

heroin stimulates the pituitary to make endorphins.

Endorphins are a hormone that create

an incredible sense of well being.

Nature's ecstasy.

So if you shot somebody up, drilled a hole, and...

Theoretically, you'd have your hands on a nearly perfect drug.

One ounce would be enough for 1,000 doses.

Why theoretically?

Well, there's no way in the world to do it.

Nobody has anything like the technology to preserve or administer the stuff.

Not yet, anyway.

♪♪

[air hissing]

Let me run it down for you again, operator...

I want to place a collect call, okay, no, no. A collect call.

Hey...

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Oh, no, no, don't let that stop you.

It hasn't yet, you know?

I think we're dealing with aliens, and not from Mexico.

There are two of them. One's the killer and...

I think the other one's on our side.

Let me tell you something... you work very hard.

Your mind and body require rest or they break down.

It's only natural.

- I need you to listen to me. - You need a psychiatrist, Jack!

Look, somebody had to be the first.

The first what, huh?

The first person to see aliens, huh?

You don't have any proof. No one's gonna believe it.

I got the disc.

Come on.

Bruce?

Jesus...

What happened?

What do you think happened? The bastards stole the disc.

Your pal. I knew something like this was gonna happen. Goddammit!

I tried to lie...

I swear it. They knew I had it.

[sighs] Are you all right?

- I feel like I look. - You look like shit.

Look who's talking.

Do you know who they were?

I don't know...

troglodytes with bad haircuts.

Looked like you, actually.

Why don't you shut up?

Terrific. It's our one piece of evidence and it's gone.

What are you looking at?

- We're going to Malone. - Oh. It's your career, you go ahead.

What are you gonna do?

Tell him we're—we're fighting drug dealers from outer space, huh?

[chuckling]

♪♪

No shit, man, he had to be at least seven feet tall.

I saw him about two blocks down the street.

Yeah, sure you did.

Last week, you saw Jimi Hendrix at the laundromat, remember?

Right, with a dryer full of tie-dyed shirts.

Man, no shit! There's a crazy motherfucker running around.

Don't ya'll ever read the news?

Aw, shit!

Hey, just stay cool.

That's him... that's the guy.

- Hey... - I come in peace!

Yeah, sure you do, tall guy. What are you, a...

- Hey, leave him alone! - [laser firing]

[grunts]

Shit! What the fuck are you doing...?

[glass shattering]

[grunting]

[shirt ripping]

- [gunshots] - [explosion]

[grunting]

[groans]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[explosion]

- You're gonna back me up on this, right? - Absolutely.

- Promise? - No problem.

- Say what? - I agree with you, sir.

I agree with you one hundred percent.

I think Detective Caine is jumping to conclusions. Now...

- You spineless son of a bitch! - You do this to test me, Jack?

- Is that it? - It's true!

Well then bring me some proof!

What about that disc you say—

- Somebody stole it. - Yeah, sure.

[phone rings]

Malone here. Yup.

What? Where?

How many?

Yeah.

Your boy just killed two more people at a downtown market

and this time we have a witness.

Dee, tell Harper, Portland and Mulroney

to meet me at this address right now.

- Thanks. - I've got a career to think about.

I can't afford to start telling stories about a goddamn space man.

If you can't help, just stay the hell out of my way!

- Inspector Switzer says... - That's two!

How many do I get?

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter on police radios]

[police sirens blaring]

[man] Why can't you understand this is...

Because I'm the goddamned coroner, thas why.

If I don't count as authorized personnel,

- I don't know who does. - I can't help you. I'm sorry.

- I don't want you to help me... - I can't help you.

Jesus, why am I talking to you? You're Neanderthal.

Hey, there's no reason to get personal.

- What's going on here? - Oh, Jack, thank God!

This... this...

Asshole?

Thank you. This asshole won't let me in.

There are corpses in there, reports are being made out in my name,

and I can't see the bodies.

- Detective Caine. - The crime scene has been sealed.

- Who sealed it? - I'll handle this, please.

What seems to be the problem? Smith, FBI.

Look, you can all put your wallets away.

I don't care if you got the gold card,

you're not getting in there.

I think we are.

- Uh... - [man] Oh, I think not.

Come on.

Hey, Frank, what the hell is going on here?

I don't know, they got the place completely...

I thought you were a big shot FBI guy?

Come on, don't give me any shit, I've never seen those guys before!

Isn't that your boss?

Yeah.

- I'd like to talk to that guy right there. Inspector Switzer?

Oh, it's okay, let him through.

What the hell's going on here?

- Where's that witness you were— - There is no witness.

- Now listen to me. - But...

Don't talk, just listen. It's all taken care of.

This case is closed. As of this moment,

you are officially on vacation. Now beat it.

What does that mean, "taken care of?"

It means it's not our problem anymore.

Get out of here!

[sighs]

Excuse me. Diane?

Come here for a second.

I've been put on vacation.

How about taking a trip?

- What? - A long one, just you and me.

- Someplace we've never heard of. - What about my job, Jack?

- Take a vacation, too. - I can't.

Then quit. Look at this.

Don't tempt me Jack. I'll do it.

Good.

You go home, pack, and pick me up at my place.

- Are you serious about this? - I promise. Cross my heart.

Jack,

mess with me on this one,

and I'll have your lungs filled with water.

Hey...

Hey!

What's the matter? Aren't we friends anymore, huh?

[chuckles]

- Well, I guess that's it, huh? - What did Switzer tell you?

- Just about the whole story. - Bullshit.

Hey, I know what I need to know, okay?

All right, that's three!

[thud]

You know the difference between you and me?

You don't fucking care! You just want to please.

Fuck you! I do my job, I do what I'm asked to do,

and I respect my superiors.

That's the difference between you and me.

- I'm a team player. - Well, your team sucks.

♪♪

[labored breathing]

Oh, shit.

- [whispering] He must be stopped. - [door opening]

You've got some set of balls, you know that?

Give us a second, will you? I never, ever want to work with you again

as long as I... Holy shit!

Calm down! He's the one I told you about.

Look, look.

He's on our side.

[Caine] Let's get the hell out of here.

Holy shit.

[engine starts]

♪♪

[labored breathing]

Oh, man...

he's bleeding.

Who are you?

An officer of the law...

like you.

- Oh! He speaks English, huh? - Stop him.

- What does he want? - Blarcy...

a priceless drug, where I'm from.

Rare and illegal.

- What you call "endorphins." - Dealer, just a lousy dealer.

I don't believe any of this is happening.

They'll kill your people by the thousands to get it cheaply.

- Where did you say you're from? - Stop him.

If he returns, others will come.

It will be a slaughter.

He's at the storage place.

Destroy it.

Near a waterway.

It could be the Fletcher building.

You must...

promise me.

Promise me.

I promise.

[exhaling]

At least we have something there, you know?

- What? - His body.

We got proof.

[inhaling, groaning]

[grunting, groaning]

[explosion]

Shit! Goddammit!

I got it, I got it! Nothing left of him, man.

Jesus Christ! Did you see that?

Did I see it? He almost burned my fuckin' face off, man.

- You alright? - I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright.

I got it.

I got his weapon.

Great. That's our proof. All we got to do is take it to Malone and—

Wait a second, Inspector Switzer has to be informed,

- he has to see it first. - Forget Switzer!

You want to stop this thing? You think Malone's gonna do it?

Huh? You're dreaming. I'm taking this to Switzer, he'll stop it.

No, he won't. Switzer is a liar.

He'll tell you one thing, he means another.

And pretty soon he'll feed you that old line

about breaking eggs to make an omelet. Can't you see that?

Now give me the gun.

No.

- What do you mean "no?" Come on! - I said no.

Sorry, Jack. I'll use it.

You stupid fuck.

You know, you've been a pain in the ass since this thing started.

Sorry you feel that way.

I'm taking this to Switzer. I'm just doing my job.

Are ya?

We're the good guys, Jack.

Somewhere along the line, you just forget that.

You know what I mean?

- You okay? - Yeah.

Good. Don't worry, you did the right thing.

You did a fantastic job, and your record will reflect that.

First the disc and now this.

What happens now, sir?

I mean, I was wondering how this was going to be handled, you know?

Larry, I'm surprised at you, asking so many questions.

- Been around Caine too much, I guess. - No. [chuckles]

Well, suffice it to say that...

this will be applied to the national interest.

Well, that—that's something I wanted to talk to you about, sir.

I won't ask you to remove Caine. You've done enough work on this one.

Remove him...?

What are you talking about?

Don't be naive.

The military benefits of a successful contact with this alien are enormous.

And cannot be compromised by somebody like Caine who just wants to kill it.

As far as you're concerned, this case is closed.

[chuckles]

This alien's killing people.

Can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

Don't worry...

you get used to this kind of work.

Trust me.

[gunshot]

[water splashes]

Never trust nobody.

Caine manual, page one, chapter one.

- [Smith] Thanks for helping me out back there. - Forget it.

[car doors shut]

You want to quit?

No.

No.

I'm kind of used to following procedure...

you know?

Right now, I think we should just...

kick some ass.

Why did you follow me, anyway?

Instinct.

Do you know how to use that gun?

Yeah, sure, sure.

It's just a gun.

- [twigs snapping] - Fuck!

- Hey, look. - What?

Where you going?

[Caine whistling] Look at this shit.

Ow! Goddammit.

We're too late.

We missed him.

[roaring]

No, no, no, get out! I got him! I got him!

[Caine grunting]

- [gun clicking] - Shit!

[grunting]

Shit!

Ah!

[thuds]

[Smith] Go, go, go, go, go!

[laser beam firing]

[grunting, gasping]

C'mon!

[gunshots]

[explosion]

- You okay? Give me that thing! - Yeah. Yeah.

No, no, no, I'll get it! I'll get it. I'll get it!

Damn it, it's stuck.

[beeping]

C'mon, get back, get back!

- [gunshot] - [explosion]

[grunting]

Yeah, take that you miserable son of a...

bitch.

Run!

[gunshots]

[explosions]

[beeping]

I got it, I got it!

[grunting]

Whoa!

- You all right? - Did I get him?

- I think I got him! - I think so.

Where's that big son of a bitch?

[Smith] Hell of a recoil, huh?

This baby can do some damage.

Ah, where is he?

I don't know.

What is that?

What is that?!

[air hissing]

Looks like we've got what he came for.

It's the endorphins.

[hissing]

Ow. Lucky son of a bitch. Ow, ow!

One clear shot, that's all I needed.

One clear shot and that big ugly bastard would have been history.

- What are you doing? - I got an idea.

- What idea? - He wants his stuff,

and we don't want to fight him here.

What do you mean? Where?

Somewhere I can give you your one clear shot.

You got a jacket in there, or something, for me?

I thought you didn't like my clothes.

Thanks.

We might need this.

- [rifle cocking] - Hey, it fits!

It should, it was mine when I was twelve.

Thank you.

Bring the space gun. We're outta here.

[keys rattling]

- [gasping] - Diane.

Jack, quit screwing around. I'm already packed.

God, Diane!

Diane.

Yeah, Diane. Uh, what's going on?

You've got to go home. Come on.

I thought we were going on vacation!

Well, something came up.

Goddammit, Jack, I just quit my job. Do you understand that?

[Caine] I know, I know! I can explain.

Careful, Caine, don't let her get the upper hand.

Jack, I wish you'd just tell me what the hell is going—

- [gunshots] - [Diane screaming]

- Christ! Who the hell is that? - You fucked up, Caine!

- Oh, shit, not now. - Where's the money?

[Smith] That's it, these guys get level two.

[gunshots]

- [explosion] - [yelling]

[police car siren wails, tires squealing]

Throw down your weapons! Now!

I'm still waiting for an explana—

It's getting kind of complicated. Stay down.

- [cop] I said drop 'em! - [scoffing] Fuck you.

[gunshots]

- C'mon! Let's get out of here! - What the fuck?

Who the hell is that?

[gunshots]

[explosion]

- Come on, get in the car! - [Smith] Go, go, go, get in!

[yelling]

[Smith] Start the car, start the car!

[yelling]

- [engine starting] - [tires screeching]

17W-9, proceeding north on Grand. I need back up!

[Caine] I'm being pursued by a blue and white!

Who is that guy? Some asshole from outer space.

Yeah, but there's nothing to worry about. I've got this.

Oh, I see, a space gun.

So you guys are right on top of things.

♪♪

[tires screeching]

Look out!

[pedestrians yelling]

[honking]

Get—get back on the street, get back on the street!

- Stay on the sidewalk, stay on the sidewa— - [honking]

Jack!

[sirens wailing]

[screaming]

[Smith] Oh, shit!

[glass shattering]

Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Get out of the way! Be careful! You cou—

[screaming]

[sirens wailing]

You, in the police car, pull your vehicle over immediately!

You are driving a municipal vehicle without authorization!

Pull it over, now!

[laser beam firing]

[grunting]

[explosion]

Aw shit...

he's still with us.

- [beeping] - I'm gonna toast this clown.

[tires squealing]

[gunshots]

[tires screeching]

Oh, yeah!

Oh, shit!

[screaming]

[tires screeching]

- Upstairs? - Yeah.

- Jack. - Come on.

Keep moving, Smith. Up that ladder.

♪♪

All right. Up there, Smith.

Your one clear shot.

- Jack... - I'm right behind you. Hurry!

There he is! There he is!

Okay, let's push this all the way to four.

[beeping]

[panting]

Come on, come on.

[Diane] He's going for it.

[hissing]

[yelling]

Lights out.

[gun clicking]

[growling]

- Fuck! - It's empty.

Smith, it's empty! Come on, let's get outta here.

[yelling]

[glass shattering]

- Get out of here! - Come on!

[gunshots]

[gunshots continuing]

Move, move, move!

[snarling]

- [Smith] Go, go, go, go! - [gunshots]

[explosion]

Diane!

[yelling]

[explosions]

[explosions continue]

What are you doing? Come on! Come on!

- Please, Jack! - Get the hell out of here!

[gunshots]

[explosions]

[Diane coughing]

Come on, let's go! Move it!

[Caine] Let's go.

- [explosions continuing] - Come on, let's go!

- [Diane coughing] - Hold it.

[yelling]

- [screaming] - [grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Let her go!

I said let her go!

- [glass shattering] - [yelling]

- [Diane screaming] - [growling]

- [glass shattering] - [roaring]

[thuds]

[guns cock]

[breathing heavily]

♪♪

[snarling] [laser beam firing]

[ricocheting]

[clanking]

- [grunting] - [growling]

[roaring]

[thuds]

[grunts]

[strains]

[roars]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[moans]

[thuds]

Ahh!

I win!

Fuck you, space man!

[yelling]

[beeping]

[electrical zap]

- [roaring] - [grunts]

[yelling]

- [yelling echoes] - [grunts]

[Diane sighs] Smith!

Smith!

- Oh God, are you all right? - [grunting]

Let me at 'em!

[yelling continues]

[rasping] I come in peace!

[beeping]

- And you go in pieces, asshole. - [yelling]

- [gunshots] - [explosion]

- [Diane] Jack! - Come on!

[fire crackling]

- Hell of a night, huh? - Yeah. Ow, ow!

- Glad I softened him for ya. - Yeah. Nice work, Smith.

- What the hell is your first name, anyway? - Harwood.

- What? - Harwood.

- My friends call me Larry. - Uh-huh.

Nice work, Smith!

Can we please go on vacation now?

- I promised, didn't I? - Where we going, anyway?

Well, I was thinking of Rio.

No, no. No.

No, no...

[♪ Shooting Star: Touch Me Tonight]

♪ Yes, I'm burning ♪

♪ Well, I just can't believe it's you again ♪

♪ All those lies and they're hurting ♪

♪ It's taking time for all those scars to mend ♪

♪ Girl, since you left me ♪

♪ It's been a long time A long time ♪

♪ We'll lay it all on the line ♪

♪ If you'll just touch me tonight ♪

♪ And give me one more chance to make it right ♪

♪ Baby, touch me tonight ♪

♪ If you feel the love in your heart ♪

♪ Then touch me tonight ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ Let it out Don't take it ♪

♪ All those words are just in the past ♪

♪ Give it time We can make it ♪

♪ 'Cause only truth can ever make it last ♪

♪ No, don't be afraid ♪

♪ You've got to hold on Hold on ♪

♪ We know the feeling is strong ♪

♪ So won't you touch me tonight ♪

♪ Just give me one more chance to make it right ♪

♪ And baby touch me tonight ♪

♪ If you feel the love in your heart ♪

♪ Then touch me tonight ♪

♪ When it burns itself into that southern sky ♪

♪ There's a voice whispering in my ear ♪

♪ Tonight's gonna be the night ♪

♪ On the street no one's turning ♪

♪ And I've been fighting a losing fight ♪

♪ In the heat something's burning ♪

♪ I need somebody who can make it right ♪

♪ You, you got it all ♪

♪ And if you want to see it through ♪

♪ I won't go far from you ♪

♪ If you'll just touch me tonight ♪

♪ Touch me tonight and it'll be all right ♪

♪ Touch me tonight ♪

♪ If you feel the love in your heart ♪

♪ Then touch me tonight ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

[music fades out]

Subtitles by MaG, 04/2023