All language subtitles for In the line of duty Hunt for justice (1995)

- 23.

Go ahead, 23.

- Hey, John, you wanna run me a check

on a Jersey plate D-F-M-1-4-3.

Checking, Jersey,
Denver, Frank, Mary, 143, over.

All clean, Phil, no violations
or outstanding warrants.

- Uh huh, all the same, John,

if you got a car in the area, send 'em by.

I got a feeling on this.

They're on their way.

- Can I see your license
and registration, please?

Would you step out of
the van, please, sir.

- Is something wrong, Officer?

- Well, your rear bumper on this side's

hanging a little low.

It's a definite hazard.

Come on, I'll show you.

See what I mean?

Over here it's...

Tell your friends to get out of the van.

Do it nice and cheery like.

- Frank, Perry, I need you a sec!

- Step back with me.

Get down on your knees!

Put your hand behind your head, now!

You too.

Get down on your knees.

Put your hands behind your head.

You too, pal.

Check it anyway.

Lift this one up.

Yeah, check
under the front seat.

What've we got?

Oh yeah,
what've got the goods here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, when I heard it was you,

I figured I'd better stop by
see if you were still breathing

chasing around like this at your age.

Yeah.

- What do ya got?

- Oh, about five or 600 pounds of grass.

Weighed down the back end so far,

I could see sparks flying.

All these jerks needed
was a decent vehicle.

They would've been home free.

They make it too easy.

- Only for you, Phil.

So ah, you still coming by Saturday?

That sink drains any slower,
Jenny's gonna divorce me.

- Surprised she hasn't already.

She's a tough woman.

Don't worry, I'll be there.

- All right.

- Take care, huh?

- Yeah.

- All right, kids, who
wants to see a magic trick?

Come on, let's go, over to the table!

Everybody move it, let's go, ooh hoo!

It's time for the magic!

Behold, the Amazing Dickie!

We have a glass of water.

We have a second glass of water.

We have a third glass of water.

One cup is empty.

Two cups is empty.

Three cups, oh!

No water, what happened, huh?

The Amazing Dickie, yeah, let's hear it!

- Who's hungry, burgers are on!

Over to the table, let's go,
over to the table!

- We've become slaves to
the computer, you know?

I mean, I'm standing at
the checkout counter,

and I, and I count out the
proper change, you know?

I prove beyond a reasonable doubt

that 20 minus 11.50 is 8.50,

and all this girl can do
is stare at me and say,

"Well, I'm sorry, sir.

"The computer says the
proper change is $6.

"You want me to call the manager?"

Like it's appalling, you know?

It's ah, it's terrifying is what it is.

- What's appalling mean?

- It means this country
has created in its brains,

and simple deductive powers of reasoning

are for computer chips.

- It means awful, honey.

- Oh, you mean like Dad's potato
salad is really appalling?

- Coffee?

- It's all about timing,
timing and precision.

Now, let's go over it.

The time it'll take the bank
staff to unload the cash,

leave the vaults open and vulnerable,

between three and five minutes

after the armored car guard
comes out and drives away.

It's 30 to 45 seconds until
they turn onto Crawford.

Gregory.

- As insurance, I'm at the
corner of Grand and Crawford.

When they pass by, I signal Jaan.

- Jaan.

- My police scanners are
tuned to their frequencies

in Portland, Cumberland
county, Maine Sate Troopers.

Any one of them happen by
the area, I'll know about it.

- Dickie.

- Yeah, I'm stashing the safe car

1.3 miles outta town on Route Nine

behind an abandoned factory I found.

Thank you.

Oh, and the ah, the backup car
is at the drive-in theater.

Carol?

- I didn't like the pickup in the car,

so I worked on the engines
in the getaway and the safe.

Drive off into the sunset,
we'll kick up a little dust.

- Chalk up one more for the good guys.

- Well done, if all revolutions
went as smoothly as ours,

wouldn't need revolutions.

What's the word, Gregory, yes or no?

- Yes.

- Jaan?

- Yes.

- Go.

- Hit the floor!

Do it now, now!

- Get down on the ground, everybody!

You, on the ground!

You, down, down, down!

- Get away!

On the ground, let's go, down!

- You heard him, ground
now, stay there, stay there!

- Down on the ground
everybody, down, down, down!

- You wanna die today, huh?

Get down and stay there!

- Hey, keep your head down!

All right, what're you looking at, huh?

You wanna be a hero?

Very good, people,
very nice, no movement.

Come on now!

- My God, did you see that?

I'm going after 'em!

Call the station!

Tell 'em two men just
robbed the bank on 7th!

I am in pursuit of a blue station wagon!

- What, it's about
another mile and something

up here, Dickie?

- No, no, it's right up here
around the second corner.

- Wait a minute, what,
what, that's too close!

- No, no, now look, I
switched locations, man.

There was an excavation
crew there this morning

when I stashed the car.

- You didn't tell us?

Well, it's a
last minute thing, man.

I didn't have time, I forgot.

- You forgot, how the
hell could you forget

something like that, huh?

- All right, that's enough right now!

I got a guy on my ass back there!

Just go to the backup.

- He has to be a cop!

- Stop it, stop firing!

- Dickie, stop it!

- You could've killed that guy!

- That guy's all right.

I saw him get out of the car.

Cool it, okay?

- No, it's not okay.

We rob banks to finance
causes we believe in our own.

We don't stage shootouts.

- Hey, look, he was
gaining on us, all right?

- I would've lost him.

- I saved you the trouble!

- The trouble is you didn't
stash the car as planned!

- Look, I already told you about that!

- That's a lousy excuse!

Stick to the plan!

- Hey, stick this, you pompous...

- Hey, knock it off!

We will critique this
thing in its proper forum!

Now, let's get in the car
and get the hell outta here!

Check the backseat there!

He's got that set up.

Bag it if you can!

- Okay, listen, I need ah,
pictures of the finished cast

sent to Washington as soon
as possible, all right?

Thank you, now, ah, Officer ah...

- Milton.

- Milton, Milton, where'd we leave off?

- Well, the bastards opened up on me.

I reached under the seat for my weapon.

That's when I realized
I had my wife's car,

so I couldn't return fire.

- Okay, um, I'm gonna
have somebody call you,

and ah, take a statement, and
maybe show you some pictures.

I thank you for your cooperation.

- That's it, shouldn't
we be doing something?

- Well, we are doing something.

- Yeah, right.

Excuse me, I mean I'm not one
of your highly trained Feds,

but where are the roadblocks?

Where are the...

- Milton, Milton, these guys are long gone

from here by now, all right?

Trust me on this.

Now, do yourself a favor.

Forget all about this
and take your wife out

to a nice celebratory dinner, okay?

- Celebration, what do I
have to celebrate, huh?

I almost bought the farm today!

- Well, keyword is almost.

You're walking, you're talking,

and ah, your wife's not a widow.

She even gets her car back.

Sounds like a ah, pretty good day to me.

- Hey, you got the parts?

- Yeah.

- Ah, brother.

- What?

You got PVC pipe.

- So, that's what the guy in the store

said they use nowadays.

- Yeah, but unfortunately,

your house was built before World War II.

- So, what does that mean?

- He's your partner, Jimmy?

You tell him.

- You got galvanized pipes.

That's what they used back then.

- What do you want from me?

Blame it on Clarice.

- Who's Clarice?

- She's Gary's babysitter.

- You sent the babysitter?

- I didn't have time.

I'm a detective, remember?

Duty calls, I go work.

You should know that better than anybody.

- Okay, so Saturday I'll
pick up the right parts,

and head over to your place.

Will Gary be there?

- He should be, why?

- Wanna show him how to fix the sink.

This way, gradually, slowly,
over time, he can teach you.

- I appreciate that.

- This is the United Freedom Front.

A bomb has been placed on your premises.

It will go off in 45 minutes.

Keep everyone away.

Power to the people.

- Your favorite terrorists
just phoned in a bomb threat

to a compressor station in New Hampshire.

- What time?

8:15, a security guard took the call.

He's keeping the area clear.

- Well, if this thing goes
off with the usual precision,

it all oughta be over in about a minute.

- Prison life ain't no life at all, man.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

- You know, somehow I'm
glad I did it though.

Che Guevara, the Berrigan
Brothers, Malcolm X,

all of them went to prison.

- Well, it's a little
different in your case.

Don't you think?

- No.

- Okay.

- What is it?

- We've got company.

Dickie, put that thing away.

What're you doing?

- Hey, he pulls us
over, I'm shooting, man.

- Listen, our IDs are solid.

He pulls us over, I start talking.

It's no big deal.

Put it back in the glove
compartment right now.

Let's maintain.

It's cool, man.

- May I see your license
and registration, please?

- Sure.

Is there a problem, Officer?

- Got a lot of mud on that license plate.

I can't make out the numbers.

Step out of the vehicle, please.

Let's take a look.

Do you got anything in
that trunk to clean that?

- I'll get it.

- Get in the car, man.

Tommy, drive this thing
outta here or we're dead too!

- Breaker breaker, they shot a cop!

On Highway 27 they shot a cop!

- Damn, how can you be that stupid?

- Listen, pal, you know, you
wanna be in a revolution,

somebody's gonna maybe die, wake up!

- Wake up, because we don't shoot cops!

Perfect.

Oh, yeah, yeah!

- No more guns, Dickie!

Knock it off!

- Ah, they're gone.

All units, I have
a report of an officer down

just south of marker 118 on Highway 27.

All nearby units, please respond.

- Phil!

Phil.

Hey, buddy, you're gonna make it.

Hang in there, all right?

You just hang in there.

They're on their way.

Don't die on me, all right, Phil?

Come on buddy, come on.

Come on!

- We gotta get outta here, man.

We gotta make a plan or something, okay?

Hey, hey, where the
hell are you going, huh?

- You see that shop?

They got a phone.

With any luck Carol's home
and maybe she can come get us.

So you stay here, keep your
eyes open, and your mouth shut.

And try not to shoot anybody!

- Hello.

- 5-5-5-0-1-6-5.

We got troubles, Carol.

You have to come get us.

- What happened?

- I don't have time.

Now, just listen.

We're not far from the state line.

Remember that place we took
the kids on the picnic?

Jamie found a...

- Found a bird's nest.

Okay, yeah, got it.

Ah, can I bring him, Jamie?

- No, leave him.

He'll be fine.

- Well, it's late.

I can't just...

- Carol, Dickie shot a cop.

- I'm on my way.

Listen, sweetie, I've gotta go get Daddy,

and I need to leave you here, huh?

- Okay.

- I'm gonna lock that door behind me,

and no matter what you don't
let anybody in you don't know.

- Okay?

Okay.

I'll be back.

Found another print over here!

- Who found it?

- One of our patrols.

- They touch anything?

- No, somebody's getting
a warrant right now.

- What do you got there?

- A nice full palm print.

Must've tried to push the car out.

- From Phil's gun, huh?

- Must have shot right from here.

At least to got a couple of rounds off.

- Until the bastard
got one under his vest.

- Come here.

- A buddy of mine works for the Feds.

Let's go wake him up.

I guess it was a revenge hit, you know?

Phil busted a lot of
drug guys along the way.

- Coffee's over there.

There's some pistachios
and stuff in the cabinet.

Make yourselves at home.

The name Eastberry on
the license is a fake.

The address is a hotel in Connecticut.

- What is it?

- That hotel.

This guy mean anything to you.

He's on our top 10.

- Who is he?

- Raymond Levasseur, wanted
for multiple bank robberies

in the New England area,

weapons violations, left wing terrorist.

- You see a connection
you wanna tell us about?

- A few months ago he
tried to get a fake ID

using someone else's birth certificate

in a small town in Connecticut.

Trouble is the clerk knew the name,

and knew the person was deceased.

She called in the sheriff.

When he got there,

Levasseur pulled a nine
millimeter gun on him and ran.

- Same kind of gun used on Phil.

- Anyway, he got away,

and just like your guy,

he's using the same
hotel as a home address.

- Let me try the hospital again.

- Mike, you just called 20 minutes ago.

- Yeah, I know.

Yeah, this is Detective Garret again.

Okay, thanks.

There's no change.

- Well, no prints come
back on Carl Eastberry.

Let's try Levasseur.

No match.

- Punch up this guy's name.

He's a known associate,
Thomas Manning, 36, Boston.

- Carl Eastberry is
Thomas William Manning.

He's your driver.

- All right.

Print that out for me.

I owe you one, Mitch.

- Hey Mike, you oughta know something.

This case is huge.

We've been after these
guys for seven years.

All departments throughout the Northeast

have been actively involved.

- Yeah, I hear ya.

- Hey, it's kind of a Bureau obsession.

Walk on eggshells, Mike,
and I wasn't here tonight.

- Gotcha.

- Mike.

- Morning, sir.

I have info on Phil's shooter.

Jimmy and I have been up all night,

so if we could just go
over this right away,

and I could go home and
ah, change, take a shower,

check up on Phil at the hospital,

and I could be back here in an hour, tops.

- Mike, you don't need
to go by the hospital.

- No, really, it's, it's on my way.

It won't slow me down.

We can find these guys, sir.

- Mike, can you step into my office?

Jimmy, we need to go over a few things.

I'd like you to meet Special
Agent Gabriel Valentino

of the Boston Bureau of the FBI.

- I'm very sorry about Trooper Lamonaco.

- You said you had some information, Mike.

- Yeah, um.

- If this is about Thomas
Manning and Ray Levasseur,

we're already well aware of that.

- Well, great then, Boston, right?

- Yes, it was the office of origin.

Their first crime was the bombing

of the courthouse in
Suffolk County, downtown.

- Seven years ago?

- About that, yeah.

- That's a long time to be
tracking one group, right?

- Well, not this particular group.

They're very sophisticated and elusive.

- All I'm saying is after seven years,

these guys shouldn't
be still running around

shooting cops is all.

- Detective, I, I know that
you're very upset right now,

but I wouldn't mouth off about a situation

you know nothing about.

I suggest if you have
any pertinent questions

for Agent Valentino
regarding this investigation,

ask him now.

- Hey, Agent Valentino, my friend, my ah,

my ex-partner is dead,

and as a cop, from a
personal point of view,

I wanna find his murderer.

So anything you can tell us will help.

- Ray Levasseur is wanted
on federal warrants.

Both he and Manning are known

to be traveling with wives and children.

There are others in the group.

Any one of them could
have been in the car.

- They're terrorists?

- They call themselves
the United Freedom Front.

Ostensibly, they rob banks

to finance their political agenda.

As far as we know,

they have no connection to any

of the better known
groups, STS, Weathermen.

Levasseur is a Vietnam Vet,

did two years in Tennessee
on marijuana charges.

Thomas Manning did five
years in Massachusetts.

- That's it?

- That's all I can share
with you at this time.

- That ain't a whole hell of a lot.

- You have any problem with my men

investigating this as a local homicide?

- Mm, no, not at all.

Just so long as they understand
we're running the show.

Okay.

- Hey, Valentino.

Yeah.

- You could run the show all you want,

but remember, the star,
the one who got killed,

he was one of us.

- Okay, I'll remember that.

Mike, we're working
on a 27 hour day here.

Think it's the time we go home?

- Yeah.

Put that up by the front.

All, all the heavy
weight goes over the axle.

All right.

Pat it around?

Yep.

Turn it off?

- Everything okay?

- Barely.

- Any trouble at the house?

- We didn't stick around
long enough to find out.

We just threw some clothes
in a bag and split.

- We left everything
we owned at that house.

Well, that's
the nature of the beast.

- No, Ray, I don't think it is.

- All right, we need to talk this through.

We need to be outta here within 24 hours!

- Well, well, what about the shooting?

- Hey, hey, I'm not gonna stand around,

and take a lot of crap
from all of you for this.

- Yes, Dickie, you are!

- Our agenda is to attack
establishment targets.

That's buildings, not people.

It's not cops.

- Hey, man, cops get killed.

- But not by us, and this
killing was unfortunate.

It elevated our fugitive
status and it's a problem,

but it happened and we can't take it back.

So we move on.

Does anybody disagree with the notion

that we continue the way we always have,

and that we consider this
incident an aberration?

- We're gonna need some cash.

- Patty will take care of that.

Now the reality is

that we'll be under more
pressure than ever before.

So, we need to take measures, Jaan.

- Running a storage
garage up in Binghamton

under the name of Salvatore Bella.

That's the idea I'm using now.

I've rented a five ton.

I'll take Ray.

I'll drop off his gear,

then Patty and the kids will
go straight on to Albany.

- What about you guys?

- Well, Barbara and the
kids can take our truck.

We'll meet up after Binghamton.

- Now unfortunately, the
Eastberry IDs burned.

That means all our IDs
are compromised, Patty.

- Get rid of anything that
has your old names on it.

Gregory.

- I lined our route with a colored marker,

like one of those AAA TripTiks.

Head west out of Pennsylvania,

then zigzag north through Ohio,

and come into Binghamton by the back door.

- Great, okay, Tom and Carol,

this relocating is gonna cost some money.

See to it that we have
a bank plan in the works

by the end of the week.

We'll need to hit one soon.

- All right.

- All right, let's go, load it up!

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, sweetie, down.

- You don't look so hot.

- Yeah, you either.

- I spent the night over at the Lamonacos.

- How's Donna?

- The way I would be is
she were consoling me.

- Where's Gary?

- Sent him over to the Haigans last night.

- That's good.

- Any leads?

- Sort of, turns out that
the guys that murdered Phil

are on the FBI's most wanted list,

some left wing political terrorist group.

- You think Phil knew that?

- I doubt it.

I think he just knew they were bad.

Hey.

- One official Pennsylvania
search warrant.

Are you gonna tell me why I
had to fly down here to get it?

- The owner of this place
couldn't reach his tenant,

so he came by in person
to check up on him.

They're all gone, all except the dog,

all alone and whining like crazy.

The thing trashed the joint.

The landlord went nuts.

He called the Penn troopers.

The Penn troopers called us.

Seems that the house was
rented in the name of Easterly.

Easterly, Eastberry, pretty close, right?

- Let's go find out.

- Nice sound, huh?

- Warning system, the Roman's used geese.

- How'd you know that?

- Read it in a book somewhere.

- Classical terrorists, nice touch.

Take it on outside.

- Definitely a hasty exit, leave the dog.

Dog leaves his business.

Place starts to smell like a sewer.

It's a kid's room.

Yeah, just
the usual kid's stuff,

photos of rock groups, toys, drawings.

- The kids went to school?

- Look what they studied.

- Ah, here's a ah, bag up
the stuff a little faster.

- I wonder who the kid is?

- That's the kid who lives here.

Mike, take
a look in these drawers.

- With the guy who lives here.

- It could be two people
who don't have nothing to do

with anything who knows, right?

Jimmy.

- Well, well, little black book.

Checking the cellar right now.

- Yeah, first names only, no area codes.

These are our guys.

Let's go, Jimmy.

- I'm surprised the FBI's not here.

- I'm not, I never called them.

- You're kidding me?

- No.

- You know we're talking
borderline obstruction here, Mike?

- The obstruction is
them getting here first,

sealing the premises,

and not letting us within an
inch of our own investigation.

That's obstruction.

If we're gonna find Phil's killer,

we're gotta find him on our own.

Four sets of
tire tracks right here!

- You're out of your jurisdiction!

This is an illegal search!

- Oh yeah, I'm sure the Pennsylvania judge

who issued this would disagree.

- Hey, I thought I made it clear

that this is our investigation!

- Yeah, and our deceased victim.

- Garret, I'm gonna say
this one last time, okay?

I appreciate your loss, I do,

and you're entitled to investigate

the murder of Trooper Lamonaco,

but in the process,

you will not, you can not
impede an FBI investigation

of a terrorist group that
is a threat to dozens,

if not hundreds of other people!

Now you wanna work on this, fine,

but you pull something like this again,

and I promise you,

I will have you yanked off your own case!

Now, are we clear on this?

- I hear ya.

- Good, and another thing,

you uncover anything, you tell me.

Get large garbage bags!

- You don't think he
was referring to things

like this ah, photo or
phone book, do you, Jimmy?

- He was a good kid, well mannered.

He just sort of blended in.

I'm sorry I can't tell you more.

- Do you have a picture of him?

- No, he was absent the
day we took class pictures.

I was real clear with the parents.

We only had one day to do it,
but unfortunately he was sick.

- Mm hmm.

Would this be him?

- That's Timmy Eastberry, yes.

Or, what'd you say his name was?

- Manning, Jamie Manning?

Do you ah, recognize the man in the photo?

- No I don't, but it's not his father.

I can tell you that.

Mm hmm.

- Or at least the man I thought was.

This is very confusing.

- If you should think of anything
else, call us, thank you.

- This is your copy, sir.

- Thank you.

Rent's due first of the month.

Lock is ours.

We have the only key.

- Good job, let's go.

We don't have anything yet!

- Does everybody in this
group study ancient Rome?

- It's cheaper than the
alarm system at my house.

- Hey, anything you'd like to share

since we let you go first?

- Landlord said they were
good tenants, quiet, clean,

paid their rent on time, three kids.

- Just your average hardworking
American family, right?

- Yeah, they stripped the place clean,

took everything, even
the landlord's stove.

- Any info says they own trucks?

- Nope.

- Guess that means they had to rent one.

- Yeah, Garret, they had to rent one.

Which means we already
had to check the records

of every truck rental place in the area

covering the last week.

So you're a little late,

but I'll be sure to ah,
drop the Major a line

about your incredible insights.

- Thank you.

Mm, guy's got a big head, huh?

Huge.

- Hey, Jamie, how was the first day?

Jamie, what's wrong, Jamie?

Jamie, what's wrong, honey, huh?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hold up!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, what is it?

What's wrong, did somebody...

- They think I'm stupid.

- Who does?

- It's my fault.

- What is, what's your fault?

- A teacher asked me to
write my name on the board,

and I started to, then,

then I couldn't remember what
name I was supposed to be.

- Oh, honey.

- So I just stood there like some jerk

who couldn't spell his name,

and the kids started laughing at me.

I don't know why I couldn't remember it.

I got mixed up I guess.

I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry.

- No, you've got nothing
to be sorry about, nothing.

I'm sorry.

Love you Jamie.

- It's Michael, Michael Conway.

- Oh, I love you, Jamie.

I'm sorry, I just,

seems like the old philosophy's
fallen by the wayside.

We're bank robbers, period.

- Are you saying it's time
to plant another bomb?

- No, I'm saying we used
to stand for something,

or say we did.

Going out to fight the good
fight against oppression.

Well, I don't see us helping

any oppressed people
lately except ourselves.

We're nothing but a bunch
of common criminals.

- Come on, Carol.

- No, no, Tom.

I think she has a point.

We do seem to have lost our
focus lately, our vision.

Say we do another bank.

We build ourselves a strong
financial position again,

and we get back to our true purpose.

We draw attention again

to the purveyors of
oppression and suffering

by destroying their ill gotten rewards.

We dig in deeper than we ever have.

And thank you for the reminder.

I'm going
down to the evidence room!

- Whoa, Jimmy, look at this.

Same phone number in
Boston called repeatedly.

Matches up with the one in a book.

How about we find out who it belongs to?

Take a ride up there?

- Boston?

- I'll drive.

- Mike, that's a six hour haul.

- So ah, we'll be there by four.

- Wow, drove 300 miles for this?

- Looks like your kind of place.

How you doing?

- Well, can I help you, gentlemen?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Oh, what's young Dickie done now?

- You know this guy?

- Dickie Williams, yeah.

He always managed to get in
trouble one way or another.

Actually stole a car on the way to court

for an auto theft rap.

He just never had much
respect for the law.

I had to bounce him out of
this place, crying shame.

- Yeah, and you don't know the half of it.

Well.

- Yeah.

- Hey look, maybe I, I should wait outside

while you pay your respects.

- You afraid of the FBI?

- Nah, just don't wanna
get blood on my suit

when he slams your head against the wall.

- What, me and Val are like this.

- Let me know if we hear back
from the property manager.

Well, let me guess.

You wanted to see a Sox game at Fenway.

- I heard you had a box.

Long way from home, aren't ya?

- You gonna invite us in or what?

- Well, that depends.

- I need you to run a set of prints

on a guy named Dickie Williams.

Five will get you 10 he's the key.

- How'd you ID him?

- He used to hang out at a pub,

practically lived in it, near
here, in fact, real near.

Ah, what do you call it?

It's about five or 10 minutes
from ah, what's it, Jimmy?

- Office of Origin.

- Yeah.

- Where'd you get the picture?

- What's the difference
if he's one of our guys?

- Where'd you get the picture?

- Pennsylvania.

- Now, we had to talk
about this, didn't we?

- What?

- The Manning house was
a federal crime scene.

This photograph is evidence
and you withheld it?

- I sent full reports
on every move we made,

which I'm sure you never bothered to read.

My ass is covered.

- Your ass is gonna end up
in a federal penitentiary!

This arrogance and this
renegade cop on a mission crap

does not fly with me!

- That's because you see
Phil's death in only one way,

the break you need to crack your case.

You know what, you're right.

With pressure you're
gonna make more mistakes.

And now I'm gonna give you a bonus break.

I'm helping you out.

Get outta my office.

Get out!

- Don't forget to run those prints.

Agent Valentino overreacted, sir.

Jimmy and I found a valuable
lead to Phil's murder.

All we did was follow it up.

- Uh huh, and then all you did

was shove it in Valentino's face,

and imply he was an incompetent
moron in front of his men,

after admitting you pocketed
a crucial piece of evidence.

In my book that's
questionable behavior at best.

If anybody overreacted here, it's you.

- This Valentino...

- This Valentino is the man in charge!

Mike, I know what Phil meant to you.

All the same, you gotta
leave your emotions at home.

When the badge is on you
act like a professional.

And if you're in the jurisdiction

of another law enforcement agency,

you treat them with respect.

If you can't, I would understand,

but then you're off the case.

Up to you.

Judd, did he call you back yet?

Yeah, he's down
at the booking office.

- O'Doul, just a minute.

It's Val.

- For me?

- Line two.

- I can't believe you called my CO.

- Well, I can't believe you stole

vital information from our investigation.

- What do you want?

- I ran the prints.

Richard Dickie Williams did five years

for robbing a motel with a
broken gun and guess what?

His prints match the prints in the Nova.

He was in the car.

He's probably the shooter.

I gotta go.

- All right.

You sure you
told her the right place?

- Yeah, I'm sure, Greg.

What the hell do you want from me, man?

Got an old lady who can't tell time.

How simple could it be man, huh?

How simple could it be?

- Easy, man, she's got a
truckload of furniture.

She's got two kids.

- She's half an hour late,

and here we are sitting here

in the middle of the night,

in the middle of nowhere.

Wait a minute.

It's gotta be them.

What're you doing?

Put it away.

- These guys are all hooked into

the same computer system, Jaan.

They figure out who we are
and it's all over for us,

and I'm not gonna let that happen.

If they'll leave us alone
and I'll be cool, relax.

- I'm relaxed, man.

Just trying to get a little rest, Officer.

- Can I see your license
and registration, please?

- Sure.

- Would you gentlemen like to
step outta the car, please?

Okay.

- Mine's got body armor!

He's got a gun!

Help me!

Get down in the dirt,
down in the dirt now!

- Talk to me.

- They're bringing him out.

Box full of these in the trunk.

He's as tightlipped as a prisoner of war.

All he says is that he
was hitching a ride,

and he has no idea who the driver was.

- Really?

Well, I think he just may be lying.

Find out when we get to Boston.

- Hey, hey, man.

- Any word on Gregory?

- Well, they took him to Boston.

That's all I know.

Jaan made it.

- Yeah?

- He's coming down with Barb and the kids.

I had to get 'em hooked up
outside Berkshire County.

- If Barbara knew how to tell time,

none of this would be happening.

- Hey, Dickie, remember the one about

glass houses and stones?

- Yeah, Carol, I do remember, do you?

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- Means I'm sick of this attitude.

You ain't better than us.

You were right there in Boston

when that bomb blew that
security guard's leg off.

- Hey, that was six years ago.

Yeah, what'd he grow

a new leg back since then, huh?

I don't think so.

You, Tommy boy, you got blood
on your hands too.

- Hey, Pat, how you doing?

- Yeah?

Everybody listen up.

Five minutes, they're coming in.

- Come on, kids, we're
gonna go downstairs.

Come on, quick, quick, quick, quick!

Sweetie pie, we have
to go downstairs, ooh!

They're here, they're okay!

They made it!

- It's all right!

Jaan!

We'll unload the truck quick!

Yeah, all right, yeah!

- That's everyone, right?

Come on, you hungry?

- I'm gonna crack this, Jenny.

I can feel it.

This guy they caught
could be the linchpin,

and I got some ideas on this myself.

- Think you might be
jumping the gun here a bit,

just running up to Boston like this?

- Nah, it's what I've been waiting for.

This is what I need.

No more sitting here in
Jersey chasing our tails,

while the, while the
action's up in Boston.

I mean, I can't stand waiting.

I want these guys.

- I know, I just, be careful.

- All right.

I'll call you as soon as I get to Boston.

The hotel's right down the
block from the FBI headquarters.

I'll be right in Valentino's lap.

- That's the problem, Mike.

He doesn't want you there.

- We'll figure that part out later.

I still wanna know
about this Salvatore Bella.

- Never heard of him.

You were
riding in his front seat.

- I told them, I told you, I hitched.

Mm hmm, and you always hitchhike

wearing body armor?

- It's a dangerous world, man.

- Yeah, it is.

It certainly is.

Especially with guys
like you running around.

I mean you, you've done time
on a weapons conviction,

and now you are involved

in the attempted murder
of a police officer.

Sounds to me like the safest thing to do

would be to lock you up

until you talk to me
about Bella, or you die,

whichever comes first.

- I got nothing to say to you, man.

- Nothing, you don't wanna tell me

about your friend, Dickie Williams?

- I want a lawyer.

- That's a good idea.

In fact, you should think about
having two or three lawyers,

because I have been on to
you guys for a long time,

and Gregory, I must tell
you, this is personal.

Put him in his cell.

Get him outta here.

- Hey!

- What're you doing here?

- I thought the FBI never
took things personally?

Hey please,
it's been a long day.

You could use some fresh blood.

You don't go anywhere near him.

I'm on the case, Valentino.

I mean, come on.

You wouldn't have ID'd
Dickie Williams if I hadn't...

If you hadn't lifted evidence.

Yeah, right, thanks, very helpful!

- All right, all that aside,
you know I'm good at this.

Come on, I mean, I could alter my style.

I drove all the way up here.

I got a brand new suit.

I got a beautiful room with a view.

Why not just let me on the starting team?

- Walter, Walter, I didn't
get anywhere with Davis.

What did you find?

- Came up with a print match
for one Salvatore Bella,

AKA Jaan Carl Laaman, 36, Buffalo,

did five years for robbery.

Then paroled to go to college,

where he helped start
the local SDS chapter,

and subsequently bombed a
New Hampshire police station.

- Yeah, education's a wonderful thing.

Garret, do you remember
those truck rental receipts

we found back in Pennsylvania?

- What about them?

- They're downstairs in a basement room.

I want you to go through
every one of them.

See what you can find.

- Hey, you know in my neighborhood,

they call that grunt work.

- Well, you're not in your neighborhood.

Everybody involved in this investigation's

been doing grunt work from day one.

I've been doing it for seven years.

Now, I didn't ask you here.

You want in, you got an assignment.

- The Salvatore Bella ID is blown.

- Then we better get to Binghamton,

and get our stuff outta storage.

- No, it's too late.

The FBI's probably sitting
on that place already,

just waiting for us to show.

- Wait, there's disguises in there,

minutes of our meetings,
a bomb manual, cash.

They get ahold of that, they got us.

No, can't be traced.

- He's right, we're okay.

Binghamton's a memory.

I want to talk about the bombings.

Our plan needs to be

even more precisely calculated than ever.

No civilian casualties.

I've duplicated maps for
three possible targets,

New York, and New Hampshire.

- I don't think we need to
do another bombing, Ray.

We need to get some cash,

set up in our houses in Ohio, and lay low.

- I say we crank up the stakes.

The more bombings, the better.

- You know what, Dickie?

You just like to see stuff blow up.

I'm telling you the timing's all wrong.

- Now, listen, I agree with you, Tom.

About the Ohio move, I
think that's a good idea,

but the bombings have
to happen as planned.

- Tom, they think they got us.

There's no better time to show 'em

that the people are still strong.

It's a classic tactic.

You know that.

- Fine.

- Good.

Carol?

- Power to the people.

- What can I tell you, Jimmy?

I'm not enjoying this either.

At least you're doing your work in Jersey.

- Hey, you're the one who wanted

to traipse up to Boston, Mike.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't start, all right?

I'll see you when you get here.

- Yep.

- The guard's pretty old.

It shouldn't be a problem.

He's lefthanded, keeps
the gun strapped in tight.

One of the bank officers controls

the buzzer to the vault area.

- All right, well done.

- I don't do it for the money.

Helps me to think.

- Yeah, you play for real?

- Another life.

- I didn't know FBI guys had other lives.

- Well, that's because
you're narrow-minded.

So, what do you want from me, my lunch?

- No, I ah, heard you're sitting
on some instruction manual

from one of the Pennsylvania houses.

I wanna see it.

- We just got a copy of
it back from Quantico.

It was in code.

We couldn't read it without
a cross reference, okay?

- You said I was part of the team.

- I said you were part of the
team, not the captain of it.

You'll see it in good time.

- No time like the present.

- How you doing on those truck receipts

I asked you to look at?

- Jimmy and I are on it.

There's a ton and a half
of paper in those boxes.

- Well, there's no time like the present.

- I got it.

Now, are you gonna let me
see that book or what, huh?

- You starting to get
the big picture here?

Now, for years we knew they were operating

at a higher level of sophistication,

but until we found that we had no idea.

I mean, look at that.

They know which side the
bank guard wears his gun on.

They time out railroad
crossings, police patrols,

money deliveries to banks,
traffic lights, landmarks.

They even time out the
intervals of their escapes.

Total precision and discipline,

until, until they shot Trooper Lamonaco.

- Yeah, Phil was just the kind of cop

you need on a case like this.

- Yeah?

- Instinct, he had this
incredible instinct.

It was like some internal radar.

I mean, he just,

he knew when something
wasn't right with a car,

when a suspect had more to tell,

when a lead was a waste or was not.

He, he just, he felt it.

Like that day he must have sensed

something wasn't right with those guys,

and, ah, it got him killed.

- I'm sorry I couldn't have met him.

- You mind if I hold onto this for awhile?

- No, go ahead.

Just don't steal it.

- Hey ah, Val, you know
what my gut tells me?

That these guys are gonna
hit a bank real soon.

- Could be, I wouldn't bet
against anything with these guys.

Let's go, come on, get
in the car, get in the car!

Out of my way!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- You a cop or a psychic?

- Why do you ask?

- Two o'clock this
afternoon, Bank of Onondaga,

upstate New York, 195 large.

See you tomorrow.

- Buy you dinner?

- Ah, I can't, um, it's
not what you're thinking.

I, I really can't.

Told my wife I'd be home early.

- Well, you lied.

Yeah, well, raincheck though.

- Sure.

- Deal.

This is the United Freedom Front.

The Military Industrial Complex
has destroyed this country

with its corporate partners.

It must pay for that destruction.

It's in the boiler room.

It's under a cardboard
tent that says bomb.

- Describe it to me.

- It's one of theirs.

Blue and yellow leg wires,
standard alarm clock.

The minute hand's stuck
on a piece of plastic

just short of the brass screw.

- Six volt battery?

Roger.

- Nothing electrical?

No, I'm gonna
try and disconnect it.

Well, that's one.

- It's in a phone booth block
away just like they said.

- What's it say?

- Lower company's considering
a nuclear plant on this site.

UFF is concerned about the
safety of the environment.

- So they try and blow it up.

Makes sense to me.

- Bobby, talk to me.

How are you doing?

- Done.

- Thank God.

- Let me see that.

- You know, they're turning up the heat

when it should be us.

- What are you talking about?

- What?

- You can't turn up the
heat on what you can't find!

Do you have any idea how
easy it is to go underground,

especially when you're
trained to blend in,

and survive the way these people are?

Don't talk to me about
turning up the heat!

Come on,
buddy, keep your hat on!

Come on!

All right?

Got you, Murdoch!

Pull it back now!

Hey, buddy, go, go, go!

The deadline was a month ago.

- Yeah, I know, we just moved in,

but see, this is the third time this year

the kid's had to move,

and being on this team would
really mean a lot to him.

- I'm sorry, I just can't do it.

Way to go, Joey, nice throw!

- You know how it is for
a kid to try and fit in,

and believe he can play.

He's a good little shortstop.

- As much as I sympathize, Mr.
Howard, I need a shortstop.

I really can't make an exception.

- Couldn't you just take a look at him?

- Tell you what, make you deal.

You play ball with the boy?

- Yeah, we play all the time.

- I'm short a coach.

I'll put the boy on the team,

if you agree to back me up.

That way I can justify it to anybody

that might get their nose outta joint.

- Well, I'd love to,

but my job takes me outta
town unexpectedly, so I'd...

- We're only talking one,
maybe two nights a week, tops.

- I can't do it, I'm sorry.

- Me too.

Tommy, good hustle.

- Jamie!

Come on, son!

We're going home!

Come on, son!

I don't think it's gonna work out.

- Well, I finally made it through

that warehouse full of
truck rental receipts.

- You find a trail?

- No, but I thought about
something you said early on.

- That you should go back to Jersey?

- That there's a bigger picture.

Let's think about it.

Truck rentals, safe
houses, storage spaces.

They travel with their wives
and kids, which means schools,

dentists, Girl Scouts, real life.

The closest Jimmy and I got was when

we went to that elementary
school in Pennsylvania.

- We've already covered a
lot of that stuff, Mike.

- I know that,

but I'm thinking about
something major all over.

We zero in on the everyday
stuff they had to deal with,

terrorists or not,

we're bound to come up with something.

Think it's worth a shot?

- I think if the running
game stops working,

you start passing.

Just for the record though,

it's not gonna be good
if we come up empty.

- Let's give it a try.

- Okay.

- All right.

What are you doing here?

- For the last three months

I have orchestrated one of the most

comprehensive regional
sweeps in FBI history.

In the last three weeks alone,

our agents have uncovered
where the bad guys eat,

where they bought clothes for their kids,

parts for their cars,

and organic toothpaste for their teeth.

We even found a veterinarian.

It turns out the damn
dog has an alias too.

- Tell me about it.

Jimmy and I...

- You know that the Levasseurs

used a pediatrician in Boston

that's the same one my kids go to?

- No, I didn't.

- We have agents on this in
Massachusetts, Connecticut,

New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York,

Rhode Island and Vermont.

- So we're closing in, Val, that's great.

- No, it's not.

At 10:15 this morning they
hit a bank in Virginia.

Virginia!

They were so close,

I felt like I could
reach out and grab them.

Now they're a thousand miles away.

- Actually, Virginia's
only 500 miles away.

So don't feel so bad.

- Thank you.

- Ah, no offense, Mike,

but we went through this batch weeks ago.

- Come on, go with me, Jimmy.

It's in here somewhere.

I can feel it.

- You sound like Phil.

- We're better, right?

- Yeah.

- Salvatore Bella, Salvatore Bella.

Yeah.

- Who is that?

Who?

- You don't know?

Mm mm.

- I don't know.

I, I've heard it or seen it somewhere.

- Hello?

Who's Salvatore Bella?

- Garret?

- Hey, Val, we're getting close.

Who is he?

- Salvatore Bella was ah, one
of Jaan Laaman's aliases, why?

- Guess who rented a storage
unit in Binghamton, New York

with a truck rented in Pennsylvania?

- Well, that grunt work
will do it every time.

- You trying to catch up
on your reading, Mike?

- It's family stuff that's
gotten us this close,

you know, like magazines.

- What're you track them
down on what they read?

- No, by knowing what
they read's addressed to.

- There's no labels on any of these.

They just got 'em off the newsstands.

- I got a list here.

Look, locations of bombings with maps.

- That's trial material,
if we get to trial.

- When we get to trial, Val.

Seems that this ah, Judy
Hymes was a big Cosmo fan.

- Who's Judy Hymes?

- Judy Hymes is the woman who resides

at 37 Maple street,
New Haven, Connecticut.

Do you recognize this man?

Nope.

- What about him?

- Nope.

Him.

- Oh yeah, sure, I've seen him.

We were nextdoor neighbors
for a year and a half.

- Did you know him well?

- Oh, just to say hi really?

But Laurie Marsh was very close to them.

She babysat for both of us.

- Any idea where we
could find her, Laurie?

- Oh yeah, sure.

She works down at the lake
at one of the concessions.

I can make a call.

- Why don't we do that?

Did you notice anything ah,
different about them, unusual?

- Not really, I mean, they
were super nice to me.

- Mm hmm, they ever write ya?

- No, and that's the weird thing.

I mean, it's like I'm part
of the family for awhile,

and then not even a Christmas card.

I mean, especially after the accident.

Ah, it's just weird.

- Come again?

- Mrs. Hymes was driving.

I was holding the baby,

and like out of nowhere,

some guy I guess cut her off,

'cause all of a sudden
she's like, oh my God.

And before I know it we're like
crashing into this building.

Oh, but I held onto that
baby with all my might,

and no one got hurt or anything.

She was so grateful about that.

And they were both like,
anything you need and all,

and then poof, no more Hymes family,

or, or what did you call them?

- Levasseurs, Patty and Ray.

Ah listen, did the police come
to the scene of the accident?

- Everybody came, it was broad daylight,

and we're like kapow into this wall.

- Laurie, do you remember?

Did the police file a report?

- Tell me about it.

It took them forever.

I was like late for my job and
my boss was like all over me.

Ah, so I'm babbling.

Is like any of this stuff helping?

- Chances are that police
report's just gonna have an alias.

Too bad our little friend,
Laurie, didn't hear which one.

I mean like that would've
been super, dude!

- Laurie Marsh was in that accident too.

She wasn't using an alias.

Michael Garret, James
O'Doul, meet Brenda Fisher.

The woman in the accident
with Laurie Marsh,

Brenda Fisher is also
known as Patty Levasseur.

Now all we have to do is find her.

Call the DMV in New York.

- You know they're only
gonna have a fake address.

It's gonna be two years old, at least.

- Call 'em anyways.

You need a point of ah, what, departure.

- Hey, Mike, all this stuff of theirs,

it's all perfectly organized.

I mean their domestic
lives are by the book.

And you know what they're
meticulous about over and over?

Insurance.

- Patty Levasseur got sloppy.

Didn't pitch the burned ID.

We contacted her insurance company.

I have a hot address.

- Where?

- Cincinnati.

- Cincinnati?

- Yeah.

- Well, not bad for a
couple of Jersey cops.

You did okay for yourselves.

Listen, I'd like to invite you guys along,

but you understand from here on out,

this is strictly an FBI thing, right?

- He's a funny guy, huh, Jimmy?

- Hysterical.

- Yeah.

Okay.

So there's our terrorist.

- Yeah, looks like she
could live next door to you.

- Well, she probably did at
one time or another, Mike.

All right, one thing we know is

this group sticks together like glue.

All we gotta do is follow her,

and she will take us where we wanna go.

Let's get out here.

- All right, she's ah,

pulling out of the parking lot right now.

Heading west.

There's young Dickie Williams.

Let's see where he takes us.

- Walter, Williams is headed
your way in a yellow four door.

You go with him.

We're gonna stay with Levasseur.

- Yeah, we got him.

We're on our way.

- Whoa!

- Hey, guys, careful with
those packages, all right?

- Laaman has made his appearance.

Hey, birthday boy!

- He's moving away from the house.

Yeah, I see him.

He's walking towards two of my men.

- Go ahead and take him.

Roger.

Get on the ground now!

Get down, get down!

On the ground, do it now!

- Speed up.

- What?

- Speed up.

- Okay, looks like they know we're here.

Felony car stop, let's go for it!

Everybody move in now!

- All right, turn into that
alley behind the Post Office.

- I don't think I can make that.

- You gotta make it.

All right, move
out, move, move, move, go!

Get out of the van!

Now, get out right now!

Officers, take up positions!

Down on the ground now!

On the ground, stay there!

Put your hands behind you back!

Other hand!

- Hey, Ray, it's good to finally meet you.

Um, you're under arrest.

I'd like to introduce
you to a friend of mine.

- Mike Garret, New Jersey State Police.

You remember them, right?

- All right, get him outta here.

- We got two in the van!

That's it, come on.

- Hello?

- Hey, happy birthday.

- Well, thank you.

What time are you guys coming over?

- We're coming right now.

Let me talk to Barbara.

- Barbara, Carol!

- Hi.

- Do you need anything brought over?

- Yeah, some birthday candles.

Can you believe it?

I forgot the birthday...

Uh, oh, hold on a second.

It's my other line.

- Sure.

- Hello?

- This is FBI Special
Agent Walter Ellison.

You are surrounded...

- Carol, it's the cops, get out!

- SWAT, get in there, go, go, go!

FBI, don't move!

That a girl, come on.

- I wanna call a lawyer.

- Well, I want to call Thomas Manning,

but I don't have his phone number.

Now, maybe you could give that to me.

An address would be nice too.

- Law says I get one phone call.

- Well, you know what?

You're absolutely right, you do.

So, why don't we take him to a telephone?

- Let's get you a phone, get up.

Easy, easy.

Hey, take it easy now.

Hey, you said I could call a lawyer.

- Oh, you can, Dickie, you can.

- You killed a cop in New Jersey.

That's where you get
to make your call from.

That's the good news, Dickie.

The bad news is the cop you killed,

he was my best friend.

His son is my Godchild,

so this is your worse
nightmare come true, pal,

'cause my partner and I are
gonna drive you there tonight.

And when you get there,
you could call your lawyer,

if you get there.

- Hey, what the hell is this?

You can't let this happen!

This is illegal!

- Only if they find the body.

- All right, all right.

You want Manning?

FBI, coming in!

Let's go back here!

Check the crawlspace!

All clear!

- Still warm.

- So damn close.

I'll be out front.

- Son, you watch out for cars, okay?

Okay.

- We're gonna be outta
money in a few weeks.

Might have to do a bank.

- You know, Tom, I've been thinking.

Maybe enough time has passed, huh?

- For what?

- For us to live our lives.

Got the rest of the group.

They must know that Dickie
pulled the trigger on that cop.

Maybe they've given up on us.

- Oh, honey, I don't think so.

- Maybe not given up, but we
haven't pulled a bank job,

or bombed a building
since that Ohio thing.

We know how to fake IDs.

If we never did anything illegal again,

we'd never be burned.

We could just get real jobs and live.

- You make it sound like the
Witness Protection Program.

I, I just don't know if it's possible.

- Those guys that bombed the
University of Wisconsin in '69

are still out there somewhere, Tom.

It is possible.

- Yeah.

It's been so quiet around here lately,

I almost forgot who we are.

- I wanna forget, not for us, for him.

- That's something to think about.

- Supper's almost ready, huh?

Jamie, honey, time for dinner!

Come wash up!

In a little bit!

- What about my son?

- It's taken care of.

- Thomas Manning, you're under arrest

for the murder of Philip Lamonaco,

among other things, get up.

- No, I have to see my son!

No!

Bye, sweetie.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Jamie.

Forgive us, oh.

I don't you to go.

- Let's go, Manning.

Mrs. Manning.

- I love you.

- Son, remember your name
is Jamie Manning, okay?

- Good job.

Thomas Manning
and Richard Dickie Williams

were convicted of first degree murder

in the death of Trooper Lamonaco.

Along with Manning and Williams,

Carol Manning, Ray Levasseur,

and Jaan Laaman, and Barbara Curzi

were convicted in Federal Court

for their participation
in multiple bombings.

Philip Lamonaco was the 48th
New Jersey State Trooper

killed in the line of duty.