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I believe that in both
spirit and substance,

our tax system
has come to be un-American.

Death and taxes may be inevitable,
but unjust taxes are not.

The first American Revolution was
sparked by an unshakable
conviction:

Taxation without representation
is tyranny.

Two centuries later,
a second American…

- You're pushed.
- We got a game going.

- What kind of stakes?
- Five and ten.

Is the man gonna play?

Yeah, after the speech.
He says he's good for half hour.

Outstanding.

Post three. I got a shake.

Right there, fella!

I'm ready to die!

Nobody's gonna die.

Look, you and I are going
to go downstairs and talk.

Death to Israel and America,
and all the enemies of Islam!

I understand. Look, I'm gonna
put my gun away, all right?

We're gonna go talk.

I am a martyr!

I will bomb myself on you
and all the enemies of Islam!

Let's get out of here, Jimmy.

Go play some cards, get drunk.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

Get the 50s ready, guys.

Gilbert. Booze. Free for me.

- Did you bet with me or against
me? - Against you.

- You blew it.
- Against you.

You blew it.

Okay, you guys!
It's the moment of truth here.

- Oh, shit.
- Come on!

I told you guys, never
bet against me.

Come on, Petievich,
get a half a yard in here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

To my partner, Jimmy Hart,

whose skill in spotting bad paper
is only exceeded by his expertise

in rigging a safety line.

Hear, hear!

How about a speech,
boss? Speech.

You know, I've been in
this racket 25 years, you guys.

And I don't think anybody

has been put in harm's way
more than I have

by this hotshot over here. But…

Don't know how you work with him.

Seriously speaking, if I'm
going in to bag somebody,

there's nobody I'd rather have
backing me up.

All right! Hear, hear!

Later, Alvarez.
Next time, you can make a jump
with me.

Come on. It's the same
thing in your work.

What?

You push too hard.
You take it too personally.

You're never gonna reach
retirement, then.

I'm not interested in
retirement, buddy.

Such a fucking hot
dog. I'll see you later.

Hey, come here, come here.
Got something for you.

Fucking Alvarez trying to pass
a funny 50 on us, huh?

Your retirement present.

- You trying to get rid of me?
- It was burning a hole in my truck.

That's a beauty, Richie.

Yeah, they tell me the trout
jump all over it.

- You gonna let me use it?
- Come and see me, you can use it.

I'm gonna miss you, amigo.

Yeah. Me too.

Hey, listen, I know you got
something going tomorrow.

- You reading my mail again?
- Masters, right? Where?

Come on, you ain't
going out there alone.

I got three more days on the job.
I want to make the most of it.

What's the point of the two of us
running down the same lead?

The point is that
we're partners, right?

Sure we are.
And when the bust goes down,

you're gonna be there with me,
like always. Okay, partner?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

You give me a call
when you get back.

- Shitbag.
- Buddy,

you're in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Come on, come on!

- Do you know what we got?
- Nothing.

- Anything around back?
- Check the trailer.

Trailer's clear.

Anything around back?

Clear over here.

Who is it?

- John Vukovich.
- What do you want?

I'd like to speak to you if I could.

I'm sorry about Jimmy Hart.

Jimmy was more
than my partner, pal.

He was my best friend
for seven years.

He was the most righteous guy
I ever knew.

He had two days to
go, and that was it.

I can't understand why somebody
would waste him over a counterfeit
beef.

Rick Masters killed him.

See, Jimmy got too close.

We had a tail on him
and his mule for six months,

but we couldn't make the plant.

Jimmy went out to check that
warehouse near Lancaster

because he found out it was rented
under a phony name.

But I don't know.

For some reason he wanted
to go out there by himself.

Now you need a partner.

Let me tell you something, amigo.

I'm gonna bag Masters,
and I don't give a shit how I do it.

I hear you.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

You must be a mind reader.
I was just gonna call you.

I've decided to let Vukovich
work with you.

- Do I have a choice?
- Oh, is there someone else you'd
prefer?

You're welcome to fill out a form 19,

list all the reasons
you'd rather not work with him.

Your input would be
strictly confidential.

Yeah. Forget it.

What is it you want to talk about?

One-way ticket to San Francisco,
Mr. Cody.

And how would you
like to pay for that?

- In cash.
- That will be $45 one-way.

All right.

Federal agent. Excuse me.

Now, ma'am, I'd like to see the bills
that man just handed you, please.

You wouldn't have a pencil with an
eraser I could use, would you?

- Sure. Here you go, sir.
- Okay, thank you.

US Secret Service!

Hold it, man! Where you going?

Get out of the way!

Excuse me, miss.

Hey, what the hell!
You some kind of freak?

Freeze, asshole!

US Secret Service.

You're under arrest
for possession of counterfeit…

- You're making a mistake!
- Get up there and shut up!

- I'm a businessman. I'm a
businessman. - Put your hands back
here!

Stop it, asshole! I'll
blow your head off!

US Secret Service.
I'm arresting this guy for
counterfeiting.

Freeze!

- Who are you?
- Secret Service!

I just came in to take a leak.

Morning. Let's go!

Get the bag, Johnny.

You got balls coming here.

How you making it?

Like every other swinging dick
in this place makes it,

day by motherfucking day.

Ulcer acting up?

I want to know when
you're gonna get me out.

I want you to be patient
a little longer, Carl.

I got caught carrying for you.

Now it's my turn for
some consideration.

You have my word, you won't
have to do the whole nickel.

- What does that mean?
- Grimes is the best lawyer in the
state.

It'll either be an appeal bond
or a sentence reduction.

And the check is in the mail and I
love you and I promise not to come
in your mouth.

I'm doing everything I can.

Carl,

we gotta talk about Waxman.

Well, what about him?

He was your last stop
before the airport.

What are you saying?

He said you never
delivered the package.

What do you mean?
He says I… He never got it?

I counted out 600 grand
right there on his desk.

I had it wrapped in $10,000
packages like you told me.

He put it in a safe
right behind his desk.

He said you called,
postponed delivery,

and the next thing he heard,
you were busted at the airport.

He's a lying son of a bitch.

He's probably the motherfucker
who did me.

He ratted me to the feds.
I'll kill him when I get out.

I'm gonna give that fucking
scumbag a serious headache.

May God strike me dead
if I don't waste him.

Your visit's over.

Don't forget about me.

I won't. You have my word on that.

Hell, I've done everything
humanly possible.

At this point, I don't
see any alternative.

Your friend Cody's
gonna have to do some time.

Why is he being held without bail?

He wants to know
and I can't give him an answer.

Suspicion of murdering
a federal agent named Jim Hart.

You told me you could arrange
an appeal bond.

Even if the judge granted it,
it's only a postponement.

- I can't fucking tell…
- The guy got caught holding 40
grand.

What does he expect?

He's gonna have to do a little
to keep the prosecutor happy.

How much time?

Say, three.

No, no. He can't do it.

He'll cave in on me.

What can he give them?

Everything.

So, what's up?

Is there anything you can give me
on Rick Masters?

There's a guy in Pasadena.

He's a lawyer or something.
Used to represent hippies.

What's his name?

- Waxman. Max Waxman.
- Waxman. What's his story?

I think he's moving
paper for Masters.

Good. Is there anything
I can do for you?

My kid's coming in this weekend
from Las Vegas.

- You got a kid?
- Yeah. His name's Christopher.

He lives with his father down there.

- Five hundred okay?
- Well, I was kind of hoping…

There's more if there's a bust.
You know the game.

- I had a bad dream last night.
- Tell me.

I was onstage, and people
were burning me with cigarettes.

Serena once told me
she writes her dreams down.

- She keeps them in a little book.
- Who's Serena?

What did Carl say?

He says Max ripped us off.

Do you believe him?

Looks that way.

What are we gonna do about it?

Take care of our problem.

Surveillance log, U.S. Treasury field
office, Los Angeles.

Office of attorney Max Waxman,

corner of Walnut and
Los Robles streets.

This is day three,
January 11th, 2200 hours,

reports of Agents
Vukovich and Chance.

Looks like he's got a guest.

He must like tall women.

What a guy.

What is happening?

Long time, no see.

Heard you were on stage again.

What does Ricky-boy
think about that?

- Quantity?
- 125 grand.

I've seen better.

I'll give you 10 points
for the package.

Twenty points is the price.

20 points.
Where am I gonna get 20 points?

Off the back of a turnip truck?
Tell Rick he can kiss my ass.

Twenty points or I'm out of here.

Hey.

What do you hear from Cody?

Problems.

I know you and Rick had your
doubts about me on this Cody
thing,

and I want to tell you
I hope that's over with.

I am straight with Rick.
I would never fuck with Rick.

He never talks to me
about his business.

He told me to tell you if you like the
paper, he wants your order. Now.

No problem. That's cool.

I'd love to make a jump in the rain.

You ever do any base-jumping?

It's great.

I used to jump off garages
when I was a kid.

Can I bring you something else?

- No, thanks, Father.
- It's great.

Listen, why don't you make a jump
with me sometime?

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you'd love it. It's fabulous.

Once you get over the first fear,
it's a piece of cake.

It's the greatest feeling
you'll ever have.

Till you float out, man, your balls
go right up into your throat.

I think I'll take a pass, partner.

You know, I could help you,

if you ever get in trouble.

- You know what I mean?
- No.

Not here.

I love the rain.

Yeah. It's groovy.

Come on.

Take off your glasses.

Come here.

- How you doing, Max?
- Oh, Christ.

First you rip me off, then you set up
Carl, now you want to fuck my lady.

Man,

she came on to me, man. I swear it.

Oh, what a tragedy.

I want my 600 K.

I didn't have anything to do
with getting Cody set up.

Do you know that your house
is under surveillance?

You know you're living like
a fucking animal in the zoo?

Get up!

Open up, Max.
Make good and we'll be friends
again.

- Rick! Look out!
- Come here.

He's looking for something. Rick!

18th-century Cameroon.

Yes, your taste is in your ass.

No, Jesus, no!

Police!

Police officer!

Open the door!

Police! You inside, open the door!

Open this door! Police!

What's going on?

- Get up!
- What the fuck?

The whole caper's gone. Come on!

Shit!

- What's that?
- I took it out of Waxman's office.

It's some kind of dealer's code.

John, he's got all his delivery dates
in here.

He's got no names,
but he's got amounts, initials.

Look at this, "R.M., R.M."
Every other page.

It's a crime scene, buddy.
The book is evidence.

What if the cop
remembers it's missing?

Shit, that rookie couldn't remember
what he saw.

He wasn't in there long enough.

You shouldn't have done it.

What are you trying
to tell me, amigo?

'Cause if you feel strongly about it,
I'll take it back right now and hand it
over.

That's not what I'm saying, okay?
That's not what I'm saying at all.

Just don't put words
in my mouth, all right?

Does this mean that you won't carry
your weight if something goes
down?

Look what I'm saying is, we
could've got shit-canned for this
little trick.

If you expect me to take the heat,

you should tell me about it
before you do it.

If I had asked you,
what would you have said?

I would've said that the cops
probably would have let us

copy the diary after it was booked
in the evidence.

I wouldn't have done it if I was
with somebody I didn't trust.

Look, I'm no snitch.

Hey, John, Waxman just gave us
Rick Masters on a plate.

Who's that?

It's me.

Too bad about Max.

If you'd have caught him dirty,

he'd have done anything
to keep from going to the joint.

Like you?

How much do I get for the
information I gave you on Waxman?

No arrest, no money.

It's my fault he's dead?

It took me six months
to get next to him.

I've got expenses, you know.

Guess what, Uncle Sam don't give
a shit about your expenses.

You want bread, fuck a baker.

Someday, some guy I set up for you
is gonna snuff me.

It isn't too hard to figure out
who an informant is.

You gonna stay a while?

No. I gotta go.

I got something for you.

I'm here.

A dealer from San Francisco's
coming into L.A. next week,

with 50 grand to buy
stolen diamonds.

The stuff that was lifted
from the Bel Air Hotel.

He's a Chinaman, he's connected
to people in Hong Kong.

I told you.
I'm only interested in play dough.

I was reading about the stars.

It talked about how the stars
are the eyes of God.

I think it's true, don't you?

No. I don't.

If you had any real balls,
you'd jump off that bridge.

The same thing happened to Max
could happen to me, you know.

Did you hear what I said?

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What would you do
if I stopped giving you information?

Why?

I'd just like to know.

I'd have your parole revoked.

You mean that?

You'd do that?

Man, why are you chasing me?

Why are you running?

Because you're chasing me, man!

What do you want?

US Secret Service!

- Get over there!
- Okay, okay!

- Get over against the fence!
- Be cool, be cool, man.

Hands over your head, shitbag!
Come on, come on!

Get your hands behind your head!
Turn around!

What the hell is this, huh?

I swear to God, I don't know
nothing about it, man.

I want to know where
Masters prints!

I'm gonna throw your
ass over the bridge!

Talk to me or I throw your ass
over the bridge!

I don't know!
I don't know where he prints!

Nobody does! Nobody,
I swear to God!

He was in Terminal
Island when I met him.

He was doing time
for armed robbery.

That was 1978.

I was asked to give
a talk to the inmates,

look at some of their work.

Masters had talent.
You could see that.

I went to his studio one time,
and he was burning a couple of
paintings

that I thought were quite beautiful.

Do you think you might know
where that studio was…

Remember what it looked like?

That was downtown
past the railroad tracks.

There's an old warehouse

and there's a Chinese
character on it.

- Come on!
- Shoot it!

Take your shot!

Yeah.

Not taking any of that shit, man.

Hey.

Yeah.

- How did that last stuff go?
- Hell, man, I had it sold within a
week.

Needed more, but you changed
the phone numbers.

I had people
begging for some of them 20s.

Had to lay low for a while.

That's what I heard.

Heard someone popped your mule
at the airport.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

He's up in Obispo, and I think
he may try to deal his way out.

- How much of a problem would that
be? - Ain't no big thing.

But ain't nobody
gonna work for free.

- What would it take?
- It'll cost you 100 K in 20s,

if they're as good as the last ones.

Fifty thousand in 100s.
It's all I have on hand at the
moment.

Big bills ain't popular
in this neighborhood, brother.

It's gotta be 20s.

Well, I might be able to find

50,000 or so in 20s
lying around somewhere.

Can I ask you something?

As long as you print that shit
your own self,

what the hell do you care
if I make 25, 50 or 100 grand?

It'd be nothing but motherfucking
paper to you.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll take 75 K in 20s,
and I'll personally guarantee the
job.

You still driving that piece of shit?

- Hey, what shit they showing
tonight? - It's that galactical warrior
movie.

- I hate that space shit, man.
- It's nothing but science fiction,
man.

Hey, what's going down, Reuben?

They're gonna move on somebody.

- Yeah? Somebody getting whacked
out? - Yeah.

- Don't know who, huh?
- No.

Could be anybody.

Just keep an eye out.

- Am I being hit, man?
- I don't know. It's someone over
here.

- Cody!
- Son of a bitch.

You're mine, motherfucker.

- Come here, I got something for
your ass. - It's for you!

Come here! Get him!

Shag his ass!

Hold it! Lay low!

Get off me!

Help me!

- How you doing?
- Hello. Room 3.

Thanks.

Pretty girl, Carl.

Actress?

- Stomach problems, huh?
- Ulcer.

Remember me?

Football game at the airport?

They want me to have an operation,
but I can't stand the thought

of one of those prison butchers
slicing me open.

I'd rather drink this
shit-pink cement.

I want to get Rick Masters.

I've taken four falls.
I never ratted anybody in my life,

and I've had plenty of
chances, believe me.

Masters is your friend.
I don't blame you.

I would never hang up a friend.
Anybody who would is a piece of
shit.

The thing is, your friend
tried to have you iced.

That doesn't mean I'm gonna
roll over and play informer.

If you're looking for a pigeon,
go to the park.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You help me, I'll get to a judge,
have your sentence reduced to a
parole,

get you the fuck out of here.

What would I have to do?

- Like, exactly.
- Simple.

Show me where you print
and testify against him in open
court.

I'd rather stay in here the rest of my
life than testify in open court.

Then you better lock your cell door,
baby, and throw away the key,

because I cannot take
care of you in here.

I got all it takes, brother.

Yo, yo, yo, yo.

Hello, Jeff.

What are you doing in my crib?

You sent two assholes to do Cody,
and they blew it.

I paid you half. I want it back.

Yeah, well,

I'm trying to get that
money back myself.

I had to front the whole purchase
to get my people to do their thing,

so I ain't got it no more.

Well, then you better
try and shit 40 grand,

because I ain't leaving without it.

I owe you Cody.

Next time, there'll be no fuckup.

What next time?

He's in protective custody.

Hell,

protective custody
don't mean shit to me.

The man's dead.

In a pig's ass.

I want my paper, Jeff.

I can't afford to have it
circulating right now.

And I told you I don't have it.

Get it.

Now, look, my man,

I told you I don't have
what you're looking for,

so why don't you make
it easy on yourself

and just shag your
ass out of my crib.

Now, you be a printer.

Go get some ink

and start printing
some more of that shit.

What's happening, fella?

Yeah, you, asshole!

What are you gonna do now,
motherfucker?

Goddamn it!

- Come on, motherfucker!
- Don't! Don't!

You broke your
contract with me, Jeff.

Now, I don't know
whether you're into it,

but you're gonna have to suck on
this until you give me back my
paper.

- How much are you gonna burn?
- All of it.

Why?

No good to me after they handled it.

- What do you want?
- I got a writ I need you to sign.

What kind of a writ?

I need the release of a prisoner

from San Luis prison
to help me in a counterfeit case.

- Must be a big case.
- The target's a major counterfeiter

involved in the murder
of a federal agent.

I never sign such writs.

Why are you still here?

I spent all morning working on this.

I would appreciate it if you would be
kind enough to take a look at it.

Okay. Now I've looked at it.

Look, I gotta have this guy out.

Didn't you come in here about a
week ago and ask me to hold him
without bail?

Yes, and I'll assume full
responsibility for getting him back.

I don't need the headache.

Look, this Cody is
an associate of Rick Masters.

Masters has been making a
mockery out of you, me and this
whole system.

That doesn't change the fact that
he's on a no-bail hold awaiting
arraignment.

He killed my partner, man.

The answer is still no.

If I was one of your asshole cronies

you'd be spread-eagled on your
desk to do this for me.

Don't say something
you'll regret later.

Come back here!

Let me look at it again.

If this prisoner
escapes from custody

I'll make you testify in open court
about how he made a fool out of
you.

Now get the hell out of here.

If you cross me or bullshit me,

I will dedicate my life
to putting you back in here

and I will pull every string in the
book to make sure you do all five.
You got that?

You have my promise.

I wanna know where
you and Masters print

and I want you to
take me there now.

Then we're going downtown
to swear out your statement.

- Can I ask a favor?
- What?

My daughter's in the hospital.
She's pretty sick.

Do you think we could stop by
Santa Fe Hospital?

It's on the way to
where I'm taking you.

- You're pulling my dick.
- I swear, man. Check it out.

- What's your daughter's name?
- Rozanne Brown.

Lincoln 14-3-1 to Los
Angeles base, over.

Go ahead, 3-1.

Yeah.
Request you phone Santa Fe
Hospital.

Find out if they have a patient
named Rozanne Brown, please.
Over.

Roger.

You have any kids?

Well, I tell you, it changes
the way you look at things.

Yeah?

I'm not looking to
screw up anymore.

Rozanne Brown is in room 306.
The elevators are over there.

Thank you.

You have to come up
to the room with me?

Come here.

What happened to your daughter?

I don't know. She was in a park,
on those little monkey bars!

Rozanne Brown is a black woman.

She's recuperating from a fall
she took from a bicycle near USC.

She's married. Her husband is
listed as serving time for armed
robbery

at San Luis Obispo Prison.

Thanks.

I think you ought to let us
take a look at you.

I don't have a lot of time.
I'm in the middle of a trial.

- What kind of trial?
- It's a dope case.

A client got busted smuggling
50 pounds of cocaine.

I should be able to get him off.
The search warrant's weak.

Weak?

The color of the house is listed as
brown on the warrant,

when, in fact, it's beige and yellow.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I don't make any apologies
for being an attorney.

If I didn't accept the case,
somebody else would without a
doubt.

Without a doubt.

It's too bad about Jim Hart.

Masters has been calling me
in the middle of the night

trying to order me around
like I was one of his mules.

The other day he even had
the balls to threaten me.

The man's an animal.

Frankly, being house counsel
for Rick Masters

doesn't sit very well with me.

I've had it up to here,
as a matter of fact.

Good for you.

How bad do you and
your friend want him?

I don't have to explain
what would happen to my practice

if there was even a hint that
I set up one of my own clients.

Aren't you afraid
you'll wind up on his hit list?

- It crossed my mind.
- Your name will never come up.

- You never met Rick, have you?
- No.

I'll set up a meeting.

Mr. Masters?

How you doing? Ben Jessup.

- My associate, Dr. George Victor.
- A pleasure. How do you do?

Cut yourself shaving, Mr. Jessup?

No. As a matter of fact,
I got hit by a tennis ball.

- You're in from Palm Springs, huh?
- Yeah.

- What's the weather like there?
- It's really nice.

We've been up here
the last few days.

I've got a friend in Palm Springs,
Lenny Green.

He owns the Oasis.
Do you know him?

I got a friend in Hollywood, Donald
Duck. You know him?

I understand you gentlemen
do some island banking.

- That's right.
- Where?

Cayman Islands.

- Good business?
- Not bad.

What sort of banking?

We're a Dutch Antilles company.

We loan money to various
enterprises here in the States.

Loans aren't secured by real estate
or anything else down there.

Hey, Rick, you got
a phone call, man.

Which one is it?

There's nothing in there.

Some tennis rackets in the trunk,

men's clothing with Palm Springs
store labels,

some business letters with return
addresses in the Cayman Islands.

What did the letters say?

Something about, "Please forward
the stock we discussed,"

or something like that.

Who were the letters addressed to?

Caribbean Banking Unlimited,
Dutch Antilles.

Did you notice the names Jessup
or Victor on any of the letters?

- No.
- Okay.

Thanks.

What kind of paper
are we talking about?

Hundreds and 50s paper. We need
at least 10 different serial numbers.

- How much?
- A million dollars.

How you going to use it?

What business is that of yours?

It's always my
business, Mr. Jessup.

Nothing will be passed up here.

Our play involves a gentleman who
wishes to launder bonds, protect his
tax position.

My end is 20 percent.

We never pay more than 10. We
have limitations that we have to
abide by.

Different serial numbers are
a real pain in the ass for me.

I gotta make different plates and
wear rubber gloves during the
whole operation.

Have you ever tried to work
with rubber gloves on?

Fifteen percent.

I don't negotiate.

I might if I knew you, but I don't.

And I don't like what I see.

All right.

I start as soon as I
get a down payment.

In this case, I'll take 30,000 up front
and the rest on delivery.

What?

Everybody knows Rick Masters
won't go near a job without front
money.

You should also know that I've
never fucked a customer out of his
front money.

I've been coming to this gym three
or four times a week for five years.

I'm an easy man to find.
My reputation speaks for itself.

The fact is, that if you can't
come up with the front money,

you're not for real.

No way I can get you
30 K to make a buy.

You'd hear them laughing all the
way from Washington.

Masters beats the government
out of that much in a day.

We got a chance to make him
on a hand-to-hand buy,

which is something
he cannot beat in court.

You're not the first agents
to get next to Masters.

He always asks for big front money.

Right. And nobody ever approves it,
and he stays on the street.

The limit for buys is 10 grand.
I don't make the rules.

Look, you could get this
approved if you wanted to.

302.5.

- What?
- 302.5.

You violated section 302.5.
The manual says,

"The agents must notify
the agent in charge,"

that's me, "of all
ongoing investigations."

You violated this section,
and I'm not gonna cover your ass.

- Yeah, well, I'm not asking you to.
- You lost a federal prisoner!

And I want Cody back!
Where the hell were you?

- He wasn't with me, all right?
- Why not?

Look, I lost him. I'll get him back.

Thank you, Gilbert.

I think we should have offered
Masters the 10 grand.

- I bet he'd have gone for it.
- Never happen, Johnny.

Let me try something on you.

Yeah, what?

Ruth tells me there's a guy coming
in Thursday to buy stolen
diamonds.

He's gonna be
carrying $50,000 cash.

So?

So, what do you think?

What do I think about what?

The guy comes in
Thursday, Union Station.

No muss, no fuss.

If everything doesn't look like
a piece of cake, we just walk away.

- Jesus Christ. You gotta be kidding.
- When you came to me, I told you

that I was gonna get Masters
and I didn't give a shit how I did it.

- So now you want to commit a
robbery? - I wouldn't call it that.

What would you call it?

Taking down a douche bag
who's trying to break the law.

- If it turns to shit?
- We say, "Fuck it," walk away.

The front money is the only way
to get Masters to print.

I don't give a shit, man. I'm not
gonna pull a heist. I don't care.

- The guy's a fence.
- Who do you think I am?

If he gets ripped off, he can't walk
into the police station.

Why don't you just go to his fucking
house and blow his brains out?

That's what you want
to do anyway, right?

All I'm asking you to
do is drive the car.

Steal real money to buy counterfeit
money? How's that gonna look in
court?

- His word against ours.
- His frigging lawyer is Bob Grimes.

- It's Masters' word against ours.
- You got a couple of screws loose,
pal.

Listen, I say we go to Bateman
one more time.

Oh, fuck Bateman. I told you, he's a
pencil-neck. He's out to save his
ass.

I think you're pushing
it too fast. We can…

It's happening Thursday, man.
We gotta go down in 24 hours.

My father was a cop, brother's a
cop. You're asking me to do
something…

Give me a break!

You got the wrong guy, okay?
You got the wrong guy.

You're right I got the wrong guy, pal.
You ain't my partner.

You ain't even my fucking friend.
Let me give you a piece of advice:

You better get your ass
into protection, baby,

because you ain't shit on
the street, you understand that?

You ain't got the nuts!

Kiss my ass!

Pussy motherfucker.

How sure is this thing tomorrow?

You told me you weren't
interested in diamonds.

Well, now I am interested, okay?

All I know is what I told you.

He's on the number 11 Amtrak
leaving San Francisco 7:00 in the
morning,

getting into Union Station at 4:35.

How do you remember that?
You wrote it down or what?

Who's the seller?

A guy I know.

What did this guy
you know tell you?

That a Chinaman comes down
from San Francisco,

buys diamonds, gold, whatever.

What's his name?

Ling. Thomas Ling.

What's your end?

Nothing. It's just a guy
I know who tells me things.

A guy you know.

A guy you know actually gives you
the train the buyer's coming in on?

Of course not.

I called Amtrak and
got his reservation.

Why?

Why did you do that?

ID and $1.50.

You were planning on having
someone else take him down, is
that right?

Thought about it.

Why are you suddenly interested?

It just fits some other shit
that's happening.

- You gonna bag him?
- I might.

How you gonna do that when he's
carrying real cash and hasn't
committed a crime?

I can do whatever I want.

How much is in this for me?

How much of what?

Don't shit me.
I know what you're gonna do.

And they're gonna think I set it up.

- All right. I'll give you 5 G's.
- Not enough.

And my promise not
to throw you back in the joint.

Mr. Thomas Ling,
please come to passenger services.

Passenger Thomas Ling,
arriving on Amtrak 708,

please come to passenger services.

I'm Thomas Ling.

- You know what this is?
- What's the game?

- It's no game. Just walk.
- Why?

Why? Because if you don't
I'll blow your fucking heart out.

- Where's the key?
- I don't have it.

He doesn't have it. What a guy.

Over the chain.

Come on, get over the chain!

Grab the wall. Right there.

Hold him.

Damn it!

Fucker!

Come on, man. What the fuck?

We got people all over
the fucking place!

That's very funny.

Look, he doesn't have the money!
Let's get the fuck out of here!

Where is it?

Son of a bitch. You move one more
muscle and I'll blow your fucking
brains out!

You got that? Freeze!
Get down on your fucking knees!

Put your hands behind
your fucking head!

Goddamn it.

You're wearing it, ain't you?

Get your clothes off.

Come on, two hands!
Take your shirt off!

That's great.

- That's it.
- Get your pants down.

What do you mean,
"get your fucking pants down"?

- Let's get the fuck out of here!
- Get your pants down.

Fuck. Shit.

- You all right?
- Oh, Christ.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Let's get out of here.
Come on. Come on!

Come on!

- You hit?
- I don't know. I don't think so.

- Look out, for God's sake!
- Get them out of there, Johnny!

- Move the truck!
- What are you doing? Trying to
hurt…

Shut up! Whose ever truck that is,
move it out of the way now!

Back it up, Steve, back it up!

Look out!

Look out!

- Get out of there!
- You fucking assholes!

Go left!

Hold on. Hold on!

- I think we lost the mothers.
- I don't see them, man.

I don't see them. You
fucking did it, man!

- We made it, baby!
- We did it!

Goddamn it, we did it!

Oh, shit! You had me scared
out of my fucking mind, man.

You had me scared
out of my fucking…

Sons of bitches!

- Is it the same guy?
- It's two different guys.

It's two Chevys!

What the hell is going on?

- Who the fuck are these guys?
- They're all over the place.

Hang on. Hang on, Johnny!

Piece of cake, huh?
You son of a bitch.

Cap one off, Johnny.
Get them off of me!

They're all over the place.

We're going this way.

Get the fuck out of here!

Fucking asshole!

- Look out!
- Crazy fucking asshole.

Hold it!

Shut up!

Get out of the way! Get out of there!

Oh, my God!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

God, no!

There's a minor tie-up on the north
Long Beach right near Henry Ford.

A couple cars are
tangled in traffic there.

Shouldn't take too long
to get this to the shoulder.

It's a very simple affair,
no injuries involved.

It shouldn't cost you more than
a couple of minutes

if you're heading north on the 710.

I'm Stacey Binn for
Metro Traffic Control.

What are we gonna do?

We're going to an auto-parts
store and get a new window.

If we'd have totaled it,
we'd have been screwed.

We'd never have gotten it back
to the motor pool in a day.

We lucked out,
Johnny! We lucked out!

Listen, I'll have to get
back to you, okay?

- What happened? I called you all
day. - Clockwork, baby.

Like fucking clockwork.

Did you hear anything?

My friend called.
He said the Chinaman never
showed up.

He sure didn't.

God, 50,000 bucks.

Fuck.
Quinten Dailey got 30 points, they
said.

That guy's unbelievable, man.

Say all you want about Michael
Jordan. He's a great fucking player.

These people aren't dumb. They'll
know somebody set the Chinaman
up.

Quinten Dailey's
got a gun like a howitzer, man.

Thirty feet. Boom, boom, boom.

He gets hot, he's fabulous.
Fucking Orlando Woolridge…

I'm worried. I'm worried!

The stars are God's eyes.

What's the matter with you?

The last item on the agenda
is a bulletin from the FBI.

"On January 24th, FBI
Special Agent Raymond Fong

"of the bureau of San Francisco
field office was kidnapped and
robbed

"of $50,000 in government funds.

"Fong, who was acting
in an undercover capacity

"as part of a bureau-sponsored
sting operation

"was abducted and murdered
shortly after arriving at Union
Station.

"The suspects are described as
white males, 30 to 35 years old,

"one with black,
the other with brown hair.

"They eluded Fong's covering
agents and fled in a beige, late
- model Chevrolet.

"Anyone having information

"contact the special agent
in charge, FBI, San Francisco."

- Is there a license on the vehicle?
- There's no plates on the vehicle.

This is what happens when proper
covering procedures are not
followed.

We got an FBI agent
killed. You hear that?

What do you want me
to do about it, John?

It's just a matter of time
before they fucking identify us.

- They got a good look at us.
- A face is bullshit without a name.

They got a make on the car!

Look, they wouldn't have sent it out
over the teletype if they had
anything.

They're grabbing at shit.

Oh, Jesus. So, what are we
gonna do about the 50 grand?

We'll make the buy from Masters,
just like we planned.

Are you out of your fucking mind
or something?

Ray. Hey, I want a standup ashtray.

These guys are stealing
all of my ashtrays.

Just like we planned, amigo.

Over here.

Who are they?

Who are you?

This is Mr. Jessup,

whose name isn't really Jessup.

He says he's from Palm Springs,
but doesn't have a tan.

You're not wired, are you?

Is this my package?

Look okay?

You're beautiful.

When do I get delivery?

How about Friday night?

If I don't hear from you by Friday
I'm coming back to get this.

That's understandable.

Oh, Mr. Jessup,

like your work?

Your only defense is to say that
you were working undercover

without the knowledge
of your supervisors.

You were trying to get next to
Masters and things got out of hand

and you intended to
return the money.

The problem is,
you'll have to take the witness stand

and the prosecutor
can ask you anything he wants.

Frankly, I don't think
you can beat the case in court.

Because I represent Masters
I can't get deeply involved in your
case,

- if you see what I mean.
- So, what should I do?

You beat them to the punch with
the U.S. attorney and you make a
deal.

What kind of deal?

You offer to plead guilty and
to testify against your partner.

The FBI's not gonna want
a lot of publicity on this.

I suspect they'll go along
with a guilty plea.

How much time would I have to do?

I could probably get you off
with seven years.

You won't have to do seven, of
course. Probably a year and a half.

- But you can't get involved, right?
- Not directly.

What would it cost
for your indirect involvement?

Fifty thousand dollars.

I know it's a tough call

but it's one you're going
to have to make rather quickly.

I can't hand up my partner.

I can't do it,
even if I have to go to the joint.

Who is it?

Who's there?

Honey?

Shit, you okay, Carl?

- Guess we all screw up, huh, Carl?
- How did you find me?

Your bimbo girlfriend's listed
in the Screen Actors directory.

- Carl, I swear I never saw this guy!
- Sit down, Claudia, and shut up!

You know, you're a lucky man.

I didn't tell the judge
you played hooky on me.

Now you're gonna help me out,
aren't you, Carl?

Come on, asshole, let's go. Move!

Hi. Is Chance there?

I want to talk to Chance.

Is this 471-4421?

This is John Vukovich.
Where is he?

There's no one here by that name.

Who is it?

John Vukovich.

John.

Listen, I got Cody back.
I know where the plant is.

Listen, we gotta talk. We gotta go to
Bateman. I can't live with this any
longer.

I talked to Masters.
We're on tonight.

- What are you talking about?
- We're on with Masters tonight.

- Do you need me tonight?
- No, I don't think so.

What time do you get off?

- About 12:30.
- Okay.

I got a few things to do, and then
I'll drop by and pick you up at the
club.

All right?

You look beautiful.

I got a little surprise for you.

You packing?

Check and see if you got
a wire on in there, brother.

- Let's see that bag.
- You don't touch me.

- Look, dickhead!
- Keep your hands off me.

If you want to get up them fucking
stairs you gotta go through me.

You go tell your little friend
that if he thinks I'm a…

It's okay, Jack.

Well, go on up, tough guy.

So, what's in the briefcase, doctor?

Hey, we're the ones who fronted the
30 grand and agreed to do this on
your turf.

Before you touch shit,
I want to see the funny money.

Locker 38.

Okay?

You're beautiful.

- You're under arrest! Turn around!
- Right there, asshole!

Hands on top of the locker!

Go on, grab the top
of the fucking locker!

That's right! You're
under arrest, moron!

Go on, cuff the ape.

- Don't move!
- How you doing, pal? Huh?

This is from Jimmy Hart. From the
desert. Remember this? Suck on
that for a while.

- Freeze it up, pal!
- Jesus Christ!

Oh, God.

Talk to me. Talk to
me, man. Talk to me.

Talk to me!

Oh, God.

You can't do this to me!

Why didn't you take the deal
Grimes offered you?

Wouldn't roll over on
your partner, huh?

Get up.

Get up, you son of a bitch!

You might want these.
They're very personal.

Yes.

I can't seem to find
any of his paintings.

He told me he did
two large portraits of you.

They might be worth a lot of money.

He used to burn a lot of things.
Maybe he burned them.

I can't understand how
you stayed with him so long.

Why did you work for him?

It was just business.

- Who is it?
- John Vukovich.

- What do you want?
- Chance was my partner.

- I know who you are. What do you
want? - Did you know he was dead?

- I'm busy now.
- Open it.

You going somewhere?

I'm leaving the city.

Well, there's a little matter of 20
grand that belongs to the federal
government.

Chance said he left it with you.
We want it back.

Look, part of that money was mine.
I had debts, people leaning on me.

- I got ripped off for the rest…
- You set us up, didn't you, Ruth?

You knew that Chinaman was FBI.

What? Are you crazy?

Come on. Don't shine me on.

If you're gonna start by bullshitting,
we're gonna get off to a very bad
relationship.

What are you talking about?

You're working for me now.