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I'm at the hotel now, Mr. Yamaguchi, and
I can assure you that all the

arrangements have been made.

Yes, we'll see that their every desire
is satisfied during their stay.

Arigato.

Excuse me. Hi. Can I borrow a phone,
please?

Use mine.

Thank you very much.

Who do I call?

You need a phone, but you don't know who
to call.

I just drove all the way from Ogden,
Utah. I have a very big audition

I know it sounds silly, but I want to be
a model.

Doesn't sound silly at all. You have all
the right qualifications.

Not if I don't get there.

My car is stuck outside with a flat
tire. I can't change it, and I don't

to an auto club, so who do I call?

No one.

I'll change it.

Really? You don't mind?

Show me the way. Thank you.

Where's the car I have a small
confession to make my car is fine.

It's you I wanted So this is a business
you could

say that What

Well, well well

I

We'd have to wait another day or two for
a donated liver. Your father wouldn't

have made it. But he's in surgery right
now.

What are his chances?

Oh, most patients really do very, very
well. And your dad, for his age, is in

great shape.

But you know him. There's no guarantees.

I'm used to that.

I'm awake on the crew.

What do you got?

GFW to the chest. He's bleeding out. 50
and 60 pulse. Pulse is 150 and 30. I

started him on ringer's ID.

I need a CBC, Ken 7. Let's cross and
match. I need six units of O negative

chest tube.

Okay, mic now.

One, two, three.

Sir, this is a restricted area. You're
going to have to leave. Not until I know

he's dead.

Hey, I don't want to do this. The hell I
don't.

Get out of the way. Move. Give me
security. I've got the situation under

control.

Really? I'm going to need you loud and
clear.

They sound like gunshots.

Taylor.

Security to the ER.

If you don't put the gun away...

I'm not going to be able to continue my
work and he will die. He's already dead.

We all are.

For God's sakes, kill us all.

Shut up. Look.

Look what he's done.

He broke a vial of cystic bacteria.

Serial group three, it's in the air now.
We are all breathing it. What the hell

is she talking about?

It's going to start soon. The skin
erosion, the vomiting, the bleeding.

from every orifice. Please, I beg you,
shoot me.

She's lying.

In five minutes, you'll know for
yourself.

That's when the skin begins to erupt in
pustules. You're probably already

beginning to feel the itch. Kill him.
Kill me. Kill everyone.

Just save the bullet for yourself.

It's all under control.

Surely it doesn't look under control to
me.

Stop it. Stop it or I'll shoot.

Shoot. Shoot.

You're insane.

You're welcome.

Dr.

Smalls, I'd like you to meet my new
partner, Detective Taylor Lucas.

Nice hospital you have here.

Steve. Here's the autopsy report on
Milton Wilder. The pimp who was killed

the alley last night.

No surprises there.

Good, because I've already reached my
weekly limit.

Yeah, I heard. Why was that lunatic down
here trying to kill a patient?

Because he blew it the first time.

The guy on the table was the shooter's
business partner.

He embezzled $2 million from their
company. When the shooter went to

him about it, he found him in bed with
his wife. Ouch.

So he emptied his gun into him, but
there was nothing left for his wife.

So he left to get some more ammo. When
he came back, he saw the paramedics

trying to save his partner's life.

So he followed them down here to finish
off the job.

Did he?

That's what I'm waiting to find out.

So, am I investigating a homicide or an
attempted murder?

Oh, attempted murder. He's gonna live.

That's my cue to leave. I have a date
with my son and four Teletubbies. Bye

-bye. Bye.

If you ask me, the guy on the table
isn't the only one lucky to be alive. We

are. No thanks to Detective Lucas.

Hey, she took down a shooter, didn't
she?

Yeah, after she told him to kill us all.
But he didn't. He could have, but he

didn't. Steve, I think you're missing my
point. That woman is as scary as the

psycho with the gun.

No, I admit, she's kind of unorthodox,
but she gets the job done.

Besides, at least now she's got a
partner keeping her in check.

Well, I tell you, you'd have to be crazy
to be her partner.

Amy Devlin may be a lot of things, but
crazy is not one of them. She made

detective faster than any woman in LAPD
history.

I think she's aiming for chief one day.

You ought to pick out a burial plot,
because if she stays with Detective

Lucas... She's not going to be living
much longer.

You shouldn't be so hard on Taylor
Lucas. I mean, people used to say I was

unorthodox.

You? Yeah, they used to say I was edgy
and unpredictable and shocking.

Steve, they were talking about your
hair.

They were?

Yes, they were.

Remember you had that Rick Springfield
thing going for a while?

That one year sort of glowed in the
dark.

I always have to accelerate to a stop.

It keeps me awake.

Yeah, I wish I had that problem.

Is he still not sleeping?

You're worrying too much about your dad.

Wow.

What you need is a distraction.

Like what?

Like going undercover at dudes.

The male strip club?

Yeah. Is there something illegal going
on over there?

You won't know unless you investigate.

I need to talk to you?

I'll catch up.

Lieutenant?

You know a guy named Milton Wilder? Ran
a high -end escort service.

He's dead.

Gunned down in an alley outside a hotel
last night.

Captain wants you to handle it. He must
have mistaken us for homicide

detectives. Or are we being reassigned?

No, you're being helpful.

Homicide is spread thin and vice is your
specialty, so you'll be assisting.

Report what you find to me.

We will.

Oh, and Devlin.

You're driving the oldest sedan in the
fleet, aren't you?

Oh, we prefer to think of it as a
classic automobile entrusted to our

Well, now you're driving the newest one.

A homicide perk?

No, strictly regulation.

New one comes in, the old one gets
scrapped. So, uh, take good care of it.

Thanks, Lieutenant, we will. You can
start by never letting Taylor drive.

What's this doing in our spot? Where's
our car?

This is our car.

Fine.

That is just the attitude that worries
me. What attitude?

You don't care whether the car is old or
new. You're going to drive it exactly

the same way. Because it's a car.

With only five miles on the odometer and
not a scratch on it.

Or doesn't that mean anything to you?

Yeah, it means it's time somebody broke
it in.

We're not breaking anything. We're
keeping this in pristine condition.

It's a car.

It's a responsibility.

Like the homicide case we've just been
given.

Our opportunity to prove ourselves and
get out of life.

Or it's a dead -end case they gave us
because it will torpedo any chance we

of promotion.

Well, we don't have a choice anyway.

Then we'll get right on it after we pick
up my bail jump.

What bail jump?

Lorette Seip, gun merchant.

Doesn't shave her underarms.

Took me six months undercover to bust
her back when I was with the UCF.

You're only with the ATF for six months.

We have creative differences.

So let the ATF handle it. If they could
handle it, she wouldn't be out, would

she? It's not your case anymore.

It'll take an hour tops.

An hour tops.

You

said it would

take an hour. I meant an hour after we
found her.

Where do you think you're going to get
Lorette's sight?

You're just going to walk in that bar.

I may open the door first. What? You're
just going to open the door and walk in

that bar?

That's how I usually go from outside to
inside.

So, after you open the door and walk in
the bar, what do you think is going to

happen next?

Do you need all the steps, or can I just
summarize it under the blanket

statement? I'm going to get Lorette's
sight.

I don't think maybe this woman might
recognize the undercover cop who

her. And that maybe she won't want to be
covered by your blanket statement.

What's your idea?

Lorette Stipe doesn't know me.

And?

I can't let you go in there alone. All
right. I'm only a ten -year veteran of

the force. No way I can handle this.
That's not what I meant.

You think I'm too soft to make a simple
bust in a biker bar. No, it's just this

bar. It's not... You think that because
I haven't been thrown off half a dozen

law enforcement agencies for going too
deep undercover, I can't pick up a bail

jumper?

You want to do this your way, do it your
way.

I will.

So what does she look like?

I'm looking for the right guy.

you didn't buy those weapons from her
because if you did and you pull the

trigger you might blow your face off i
want a refund i don't know you

oh now you don't know me how convenient
my boyfriend is dead because of the

lousy gun you sold me it jammed and
before i could shoot the security guard

gunned my sweet anderson jimmy down i
never sold you a gun

I've never seen you before. My Jimmy is
dead, and I'm a fugitive just because of

you and your lousy gun.

Wait,

she's lying. She's lying. I've never
seen her before.

Hey, my merchant's gone. Oh, is it now?

Why don't we take my gun outside and try
again?

You just better hope it works.

Did you have to skid to a stop? Those
are brand

new tires.

I think I got him.

What are you doing?

Waiting to return fire if there isn't
any.

We'll wait somewhere else. Behind this
dumpster. Behind that wall.

I can't get a good shot from here. What
if he fires back?

I'll duck.

Behind a brand new car?

We're supposed to be protecting it.

I think he's in the side alley.

Well, this is exciting.

Where are you going?

I'm on the shooter.

The rep's dead.

Sorry, I can't say the same thing for
the shooter.

Hey. Hey.

How's your dad?

He set off the smoke detector with his
cigars, and he threw his lunch tray out

the window.

He's getting better already.

Yeah, he even bribed some orderlings
smuggling a corned beef sandwich.

Actually, I did that.

You did?

I was worried about him.

Thank you.

Got that out of your system?

Yeah.

The Emmy wants to see it.

I thought Lorette would have had more
guts.

You can discuss her bravery under fire
at the memorial service.

I mean, literally.

Don't most people keep their internal
organs here? Excuse me. Dyke was an

donor, and since the cause of death
wasn't in question, the organs were

harvested immediately.

Wouldn't have figured her for a
philanthropist. Whether she was

Milton Wilder. Which is why we called
you down here. The bullet I took out of

Stipe was sent out for a routine
ballistics check.

The computer found a match.

The bullet that killed Lorette Stipe
came from the same gun that killed

Wilder.

And you said going after my bail jumper
was a waste of time.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you ask? Why didn't I ask
what?

I have no idea.

What didn't I tell you?

When you said you wanted to pick up a
bail jumper, why didn't you tell me she

was related to the Wilder case?

She wasn't. I mean, I didn't know she
was.

This the off -duty cop? Yeah, shot by a
carjacker. BP 90 over 60 inch. She's

hyper -resonant on the right side.

Okay, let's type in cross. We need some
O negative.

Here's a chest tube. Let's contact the
surgeon.

You need blood. We got it right here.

Oh, thanks, but a dozen cops have
already volunteered.

That's why I always keep a gun under my
seat.

Carjacker gets in, they'll have to scrub
him off the upholstery.

I'm serious.

Doesn't track.

Wilder ran hookers, Stipes sold weapons.
Not exactly a lot of overlap.

But the same guy shot both of them, and
he's got my bulletin.

And he's getting a doctor who doesn't
ask questions, so we hit the streets.

Get nowhere.

No one's going to copy the name of a
dirty doctor to anyone who asks.

They're too valuable.

Hey, remember that guy I dated, special
effects guy who did movie gore? Yeah,

the geek who spoke Klingon.

You criticize the guys I date.

You don't date.

I don't have to be Klingon either.

Okay, fine.

The point is, he could make one of us
look bullet riddled.

It's not good enough. I mean, even a
shady doctor will know a fake bullet

when he sees one.

Okay, so what's your plan?

Hold that shot.

I want to get a clean shot.

You're going to shoot me? You're
stressing Billy.

You're not going to shoot me. We need to
find a dirty doctor. Do you have a

better plan? I don't need a better plan
to know that your plan is terrible.

Fine.

I'm ready.

You shot yourself!

I grazed myself.

I can't believe you just shot yourself!

I've done it before. You have?

You have?

You do know that, don't you?

It's my best quality.

Okay, now just try not to get blood on
the upholstery. What is it with you and

this car?

Hold your arm out the window.

You sure this is the right place?

We hit the streets, I bled all over
them, and we only got three names. Yeah,

the first was a veterinarian, the next
one was still in prison.

Well, this better be the right dirty
doctor, because if the shooter didn't

here, we're out of luck.

Yeah? My friend needs to see a doctor.

If they're selling subscriptions or
candy, it's more effective.

She's been shot.

What is that going around?

500 bucks cash up front for your basic
disinfectant. So more later if you want

extras. Like what?

Painkillers, antibiotics,

tasty grape sucker.

Can we see the doctor now?

You can call me Dr. Wilby.

You wait here.

Patience only.

You were only grazed.

You'll have an ugly scar to go with your
others.

Why'd you sniff me?

I was admiring your perfume.

Laird to cordite. The bullet left powder
burns on your sleeve and your arm.

At least it left.

Sounds like other people you've been
seeing lately haven't been so lucky.

You said it was going around?

Wouldn't be in business otherwise.

You're going to need a genomycin shot.

Is that going to cost me?

Not as much as not having it.

How did you hear about me?

You treated a friend of a friend last
night. Shot by cops down on 29th.

Is that so?

Mm -hmm.

And how's he feeling this morning?

Glad to be alive.

This is an antibiotic.

The bullet may have missed you, but
there's still a risk of infection.

Tell me about the guy you'd see.

Why, haven't you heard of doctor
-patient privilege?

I won't say a word.

You will when I give you a shot of truth
serum. Sorry we're all out of sodium

pentothal. We have our own recipe.

Hmm.

Biclobenzaprine. Sounds very chemical.

Must be good.

Some muscle relaxant and depressant. I
don't want you stressed.

Ah, some atropine.

What'll happen to me if you mix those
drugs together?

Nope.

Give me some of that.

It's a drain cleaner.

We don't want your arteries getting
clogged.

What do you want to know?

That's why they call this the truth
serum. Every time we make it, people

talking. Tell us about the guy you
treated.

It was a woman.

That was my mistake.

She had a bullet in the chest.

It was too deep. I couldn't take it out
without killing her. She needed a

surgeon. Did she get one?

We don't do a lot of follow -up care
here.

Did you get her name?

She paid. She left. That's all I know.

Well, thank you, Dr. Welby.

You're under arrest.

Want to tell me how this happened?

No.

I am under legal obligation to report
all gunshot wounds, no matter how minor,

to the police department.

Consider it reported.

Not good enough.

She shot herself.

You shot yourself?

She wanted to shoot me, but I wouldn't
let her.

You did?

You know, we have an excellent
psychiatric department here. I could

somebody. It was the only way we could
get the line on a dirty doctor who would

treat a gunshot wound without reporting
it.

Hmm. Well, I hope you got something
useful out of your self -mutilation.

Actually, we know the shooter is a
woman, and she's still carrying Taylor's

bullet. She'll turn up soon enough, or
her body will.

You know, your suicidal approach to
detective works when it gets you both

killed. If you're willing to take risks,
you shouldn't have the badge.

Is that wounded officer the one that got
shot by the carjacker? Detective Cole

is going to be fine. He should be sent
home in a few days.

Oh, good. And the search for the
carjacker?

Still a large, but not for long, I don't
think, because nearly every officer on

duty and off has gone down to 29th and
Figueroa looking for a lead.

Thank you, Dr. Sloan.

Listen, about that psychiatric
consultant... We can talk about it next

shoot myself.

Next time?

Officer Cole was shot two blocks from
where we nabbed Stipe. If they were that

close, we should have heard something.

Kind of busy at the time.

Protecting the car, remember?

Not as busy as we're laughing, babe.

What are you doing?

Hoping to prove myself wrong.

These two bullets both came from the
same gun.

This is the one they pulled from Officer
Cole.

This one came from a rapist shot last
month by a police officer.

You're saying a cop shot Officer Cole?

I'm saying you did.

Time for a hospital visit.

Log on now to CBS .com or America
Online.

Where's the cop who was shot yesterday?

Oh, God.

As in dead?

No, as in home.

She was shot in the chest less than 24
hours ago. How could you let her leave?

It wasn't my decision. It was hers.

Besides, I think that she's going to be
back here pretty soon and feeling lousy.

She left without a prescription for
antibiotics and pain killers.

Amy Devlin, Vices, and my partner,
Taylor Lucas. We're looking for Officer

Oh, well, uh, there she is.

I'm sorry, what are you two doing here?

We came to arrest Officer Cole for
killing Loretta Stipe.

Oh, well, so did we.

Washington and Andrews run the anti
-gang unit.

They had suspected that a cop was
helping Stipe sell illegal weapons to

gangs. When Cole was carjacked a few
blocks from where Stipe was shot, they

it together.

They came here to confront Cole? Things
went wrong?

Well... Cole started shooting, we fired
back, and Cole lost.

So how'd you two put it together?

Timing, geography, and a strong aversion
to coincidence.

Why do you suppose Cole checked out of
the hospital in such a hurry?

Well, the anesthesia wore off.

I think she just wanted the bullet out
so she could run.

Didn't run very far, did she?

No.

Chalk one up for the good guys.

I'll see ya.

You know what you said about
coincidences?

I'm feeling a strong aversion right now.

I'm just feeling sick.

I think we should see a doctor.

If you expect me to shoot myself again,
you can forget it.

That won't be necessary.

Dr.

Sloan, we think that Milton Wilder, the
vice part, and Lorette Stipe, gun

dealer, were assassinated by corrupt
cops. And we think that one of them was

Officer Cole.

How do you know that?

Because the bullet you took out of her
was mine.

You shot a cop? No.

I mean, yes.

Not on purpose.

Actually, it was.

Well, so besides shooting yourself, you
like to shoot other policemen, too. I

didn't know she was a cop at the time.

Who did you think she was?

The killer who shot Stipe and was
shooting at me. Which she was, before we

out she was a cop. Which she is.

Why don't we sit down and you tell me
the whole story?

Very slowly.

Okay.

We went to arrest Cole, but she was
already dead.

Gunned down in a shootout with three
other cops.

They claim she was working with Stipe
selling guns to street gangs.

I was undercover with Stipe's cronies
for six months. I would have known if

was in business with the cops. She
wasn't.

Do you have any evidence at all to back
up your suspicions?

Not a thing.

If we can just figure out what Wilder
and Stipe had in common, we'll know why

they were killed.

The problem is we can't do that using
department resources without tipping off

our suspects.

Okay, why don't we just start with what
you already know?

Wilder ran hookers. Stipe sold guns to
wackos. Nothing in common, besides being

human. They were barely that.

You know, maybe that's exactly what they
do have in common.

You were right, Mark. Both Wilder and
Stipe were organ donors.

If Stipe cared about saving her fellow
man, she wouldn't have been selling guns

to sociopaths. Is this what you said
when you saw Stipe's cadaver?

Which got me thinking.

That's why I had Amanda check and see if
Wilder was a donor, too.

And he was. They both had pink dots on
their driver's licenses.

Wilder wasn't a giving guy.

He didn't put that dot there.

Somebody else did.

You think the cops are killing these
jerks for their guts?

Yeah.

Corneas, hearts, livers, kidneys.

The one thing the two of them have in
common is that their organs were

within hours after they died.

That's a big stretch.

Can you think of any other reason these
two would have donor dots on their

licenses?

social responsibility to a new law.

They're just bad cops.

Oh, bad is such a subjective word.

We like to think of ourselves as
providing a service.

Yeah, we didn't have enough murders in
this city. Thanks so much.

We're just taking out the creeps to
provide healthy organs for the, uh,

citizens of the community.

Somehow, I'm not impressed.

You should be.

After all, we saved your father's life.

Wilder may have been a lot of things,
but he wasn't a drinker.

Your father got a nice, healthy liver
because of us.

He knew.

He would tear it out with his bare
hands.

Well, tell him then.

See?

It's easy to object to what we're doing
based on principle.

But when it gets down to real people,
you know we're right.

Like when you killed Officer Cole.
You're putting cops on your list of

too? Jackie was compromised and she knew
it.

We'd all make the same sacrifice if we
had to. Is that how you're going to

justify killing us?

We didn't come here to kill you.

We want you to join us.

It's that scene in every James Bond
movie, isn't it?

Yeah. Where the bad guy says, join me,
we'll rule the world together. And if

Bond says yes, he'll probably have a
chance to get away, come back with the

entire British army, and wipe out the
villain's secret lair.

Instead, he says, hell no, and gets
thrown in the dungeon.

I never understood that.

Until now, all right?

Yeah.

Hell no.

So now what?

Little Timmy going to get my pancreas
tomorrow?

Too bad.

We could have done some nice work
together.

Never worked like that for James Bond.

If they would have killed one cop, maybe
they'd rather go down than kill two

more. Right, because deep down, they're
really good people.

Did you just hear a click?

Yeah. What is that, some fancy new
feature?

I don't think it's standard equipment.

Look under the seat.

It's a bomb.

That thing triggered off when you sat
down.

You get up, it goes off.

Okay, so I'll just sit here the rest of
my life.

Well, you could, but since there's also
a timer attached, I'm not sure how long

that would be.

Great. What do I do?

You might use this moment as an
opportunity to reflect on how lucky you

have a partner who worked in the bomb
squad.

What do you mean, uh -oh?

Nothing. Everything's fine. It's just,
uh... What?

Which wire do I pull, the red one or the
green one?

Just kidding.

I can't believe they put a bomb in our
car.

We knew they committed multiple murders.
Of course they're going to try to kill

us. Well, kill us, sure, but blow us up.
Our organs are destroyed.

What, is my spleen not good enough for
that?

Is the light on the thing supposed to be
flashing? Only when the bomb is armed.

Excuse me? The light. It flashes to
indicate the bomb is armed.

But that can't be because you disarmed
it.

Well, that was certainly my opinion, but
it seems I might have been mistaken.

You said you worked in the bomb squad.

I did. I did. And it was one of the best
weeks I've ever had in an apartment. A

week. A long week. We've got to get rid
of that.

Okay. Not... There are people out there.

That trash bin.

You don't know anything about bombs, do
you? I know they explode.

Why didn't you tell me you didn't know
what you were doing? I didn't want to

alarm you. I am...

Pretty good driving.

Pretty good.

They put a bomb in this car and I'm
still bringing it back spotless.

Well,

while you two have been busy, we've been
trying to figure out exactly what these

corrupt officers are up to.

We started by examining how the organ
donor registry works. Each potential

recipient is listed according to blood
and tissue type, and then they're

prioritized in order of critical need.

When an organ donor becomes available,
we give it to the first person on the

list with the same blood and tissue type
as the donor.

Somehow Lipton tapped into that list.

Okay, but how are they picking their
victims? I mean, how do they know that

whoever they kill is going to be on the
list?

We think they've been using the new...
DNA database the FBI's been compiling on

convicted felons. So they're generating
a list of felons whose blood and tissue

type match the most seriously ill
patient.

Only they've been doing it on the local
level, making sure that the right organ

gets to the right patient in plenty of
time. If you're right, you can figure

who their next victim will be.

We already have. We dug through the
Southern California donor registry,

identified the most critical patient,
and then got his blood and tissue type.

and then we matched it against the DNA
database on local felons. We came up

four possible victims.

We eliminated the people who might not
be acceptable as donors, and from there

we went on. Crook number one had a
history of intravenous drug use. Crook

two was in jail. And crook number three
had HIV, which leaves crook number four.

A Mr. Gil Thaksin, a small -time pusher
who sells tainted drugs, but is a little

too smart to sample his own merchandise.

You know, they're not going to go after
Thaksin now. They know that you're on to

them. If they stop now, they get away
with everything.

Okay. Well, at least we know what
they're up to. Find a way to use it.

Soon.

Amy, would you wait a minute? I'd like
to talk to you.

We have to talk about your father.

And remember, we said there are no
guarantees.

You're late.

Who wanted to make sure you were alone?

I am.

But are you the only one we're talking
to?

It's just the four of us.

You know, you're taking quite a risk.

It's worth it.

That offer you made us, it's changed my
mind.

So you don't blame us for the car
trouble you had?

You did what you thought you had to do.

Doesn't matter now.

So you really expect us to believe that
you changed your mind?

Just like that.

Your father's body's rejected the liver.

Sorry, we don't have a returns policy.

He needs another liver.

That's not our problem.

Please.

We can't help you.

But we can show you how to help
yourself.

This is Saxton's meth lab. He likes to
cut the drugs he sells with baking soda,

paint thinner, basically anything he has
lying around the house. He doesn't have

a lot of repeat customers.

But he does have one redeeming quality.

The same blood and tissue type as my
father.

There's just one tiny problem.

Paxton is still alive.

So, what are you going to do about that?

Me?

Well, Daddy needs a new liver.

There it is.

You want it, you take it.

Now what do we do?

We arrest you for murder.

We were following you. We saw you come
in.

You had a gunshot.

We came in and found you standing over
his body. He was unarmed, shot in the

back. Yeah, yeah.

You were desperate to save your father's
life. That's probably how your killing

spree started, although we'll never know
for sure.

Because you were gunned down in a
shootout with police.

Everyone is going to know I was
murdered.

How?

They're listening to us right now.

I'm not wired, but this place is.

Your little plot is over. It's time to
give up. We got him.

They'll fold now. They have no other
choice.

We knew who your next victim was going
to be. The key was getting you to

Hi.

The real Gil Faxon is in protective
custody.

I don't know who you are, but you're
going to wish you were him.

It's not that easy.

Now this is ugly.

Well...

Looks like it's going to be a massacre
any way you look at it.

Not if you give yourselves up.

You're kidding, right?

You put us in jail, it's the same thing
as giving us a death penalty, only a lot

more painful.

It doesn't have to be that way.

Oh, yeah, because cops do so well in
prison.

Shooting us isn't going to help you.

No, no, maybe not.

But I'm sure there are some people on
the organ list who will be grateful.

So, who's going to shoot first?

That's psychotic. What kind of person
thinks like that?

I can think of a few.

We have to do something to stop them.

We can call for backup.

We can't wait.

Buckle up.

Buckle up for what?

We're going in.

In?

You could do the wall?

You got a better idea? I don't have to
have a better idea to know that your

is terrible.

I'm really tired of people saying that
to me.

A cop who moves never moves again.

You're all under a rat.

You all right?

That's an experience I could have lived
without.

I'm not sure I could have.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking of saving your life.

And you couldn't have done it without
the car?

I don't know. I didn't give it any
thought.

See, that is exactly your problem.

What's my problem? This whole not
thinking thing.

How long do you think they'll survive
together?

Longer than anyone who gets near them.

I think if I were a criminal, I'd be
very afraid.

I'm not a criminal. I am very afraid.
You're welcome.

You're welcome?

You're welcome.

Have you been hurt yet?

I don't know why I haven't.