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Listen, I'm really in a hurry.

You know, Garrett, if I were the
suspicious type, I might think you're

those Looney Tunes.

The kind that create life -threatening
scenarios so they can swoop in, be a

hero. You want to give me the real
story?

Or you want me to dig it up myself?

Frank Scanlon was in today.

Really? He's working up a story about
you, and so if you got any skeletons in

the closet...

I suggest you bury him quick. Paper says
that Scanlon dies at 10 o 'clock. It's

now 7 .15. That gives you plenty of time
to go over the train yard.

Hold it right there.

I didn't kill him. Okay, then who did?

What you need is a lawyer, Hobson.

A very good lawyer.

Chris, I'm in trouble. I'm in real
trouble.

One thing I know, Gary, that paper does
not want you in jail.

Come back!

Get off me!

You break out of jail and now you want
me to help you.

Look, I didn't kill Scanlon. I can prove
it.

I swear, you check those gloves. There's
not going to be any gunpowder residue.

I get the most news today.

I love their saving people's lives.

That's what I do, you see.

Mr. Ballas, you on site?

We got a back cover.

Good. Stand by.

You sure it's Hopson?

I saw him go in last night. Must have
been around midnight.

Then I saw his picture on the news this
morning. It's him, all right.

It's the killer.

Over there.

Police! Get your hands above your head!

Hold it!

It's okay. What do you want from me?

He's not here.

Miss

Clark,

I don't think you fully appreciate the
danger Hopson's in.

Hundreds of armed officers are out there
combing the streets.

When they find him, and they will find
him.

The orders are to bring him into custody
by any means necessary.

You know what that means?

He's in his best interest for Hobson to
turn himself in.

I hope you tell him that.

I don't see how I can tell him anything.

Gary knows you're watching. I doubt if
he'll even try to contact me.

He's made no effort up to now. Why
should I tell you anything?

I heard that press conference you
accused him of being a psychopath in

all Chicago.

You did it. Gary Hobson is one of the
best men I've ever met in my entire

And as soon as you arrested him, you
stopped looking for anyone else.

Well, there is someone else out there.

There has to be.

Because Gary wouldn't kill anybody.

But now he has to go find him for
himself because the police can't be

If there's another person involved, you
gotta tell us about him.

Hobson can't do anything on his own.

We can help.

It's our job.

He did mention something about a man
named Joe.

Last name?

He couldn't remember.

He was a parking lot attendant somewhere
on Wacker, I think.

Now, is he involved with this?

I don't remember.

But Gary thought it was important.

I see.

I have to talk to the medical examiner
right now. Let me know if you hear

anything.

Okay, thanks.

Dr. Arbuthnot?

Call me Jake.

Detective Brigatti. I'm on the Hobson
task force.

You really don't want to shake my hand,
do you, detective?

That's the thing about brains. They're a
little messy when they come out.

I'm here about the Scanlon shooting.

Pretty straightforward.

380 slug pierced the left lung. He bled
to death.

What about other physical evidence?

Hair, cloth fibers, maybe skin under
Scanlon's fingernails. Evidence that

point to Hobson, you mean? Or to someone
else.

What I'm asking is, have you found
evidence of a third person at the scene?

Someone besides Hobson and Scanlon?

No.

No, the only other physical traces came
from crime scene personnel.

Spleen, 180 grams.

Is that?

Frank Scanlon.

The dog finally let go of the bone.

Could I make copies of these?

They're just notes, detective. I still
have to write my report.

I'll get them back to you.

Wait, wait a minute.

What's this?

Emmy and evidence report.

Why?

She's just following through.

Right, Tony?

I just want to make sure we're going
after the right guy. Auto residue test

the Hobson glove. You wanted it right
away.

Thank you.

You want to be sure?

Results on the glove came out positive.

Hobson fired that gun.

Now, can we please focus on our killer?

You look beat.

Tough night?

I didn't sleep well. You know what works
for me?

A warm bath, lots of bubbles. That
sounds good.

Steve!

Hello!

I didn't expect you to call this early.

Not a soul in the blaze.

Never be here till lunchtime.

Down.

I'm dying to hear what happened.

Washroom? Right down there.

47. We interrupt this program to bring
you a special bulletin from our action

news desk.

Once again, the police manhunt is
continuing for local bar owner Gary

who was suspected in the murder of Sun
Times columnist Frank Scanlon. The guy,

the killer, that's his jacket right
there.

Joseph Colombrito, 33, was killed in an
apparent drive -by shooting while

sitting in a station wagon near the
corner of Wicker Park and Honoré.

I'm not. I swear, I don't know anything.
I got a family. My mother... Look, I'm

not gonna kill you.

I'm the one that saved you, remember?

You killed Scanlon. No, I didn't. I
didn't kill anybody.

It's all over the news. The whole city
of Chicago knows you did it. Well, the

whole city's wrong. I didn't kill him.

You trying to tell me you didn't have
anything to do with his death?

Me? Yeah, you. Listen, Joe, I know you
had some involvement.

What do you mean? Who told you that?

It's the least I can do.

I get it.

Well, I appreciate it.

Look, I just knew Scanlon. I didn't kill
him, all right?

I was a valued informant.

An informant?

Yeah.

I helped him out from time to time.

He had, like, a budget, you know? Pay
people for information.

For his stories.

What story were you working on?

Okay.

A few weeks ago, I'm in Jimmy's having a
couple of beers.

I hear these two suits talking.

One guy's going on about how he hates
his boss, right?

And the other guy says, there's this
person that could fix it for him.

Fix it? Yeah.

You know, a person that could make you
go away permanently.

Only this particular person has the
smarts to make it look like an accident.

You're talking about... Murder for hire.

That's right.

Then it goes on about how this woman had
her husband killed that way.

Everyone thought he drowned in the
bathtub, but it was really murder.

She told Scal in this story.

Turns out Scanlon had already heard the
same rumors.

But I was in.

Scanlon was all over it. He asked me
what else I could find.

What else did you find?

Nothing. I found nothing, all right?

What am I, the FBI? It was just a story,
okay?

But I still needed money.

So I strung him along and made up a few
things.

You... What?

The guy was murdered.

And that's my fault?

I wasn't even there. I had nothing to do
with it.

Truck comes along, flattens my booth.

I'm starting to think about accidents.

So I called Scanlon and I said, I don't
want anything to do with this anymore.

No more meetings.

But he wouldn't let it go.

Dog with a bone, right?

So he keeps me on the phone until I
agree to meet with him.

So where were you supposed to meet?

At the train yard.

You didn't show up. Good call, huh?

And after this, I'm going straight to
the bus station. I got a cousin in

You know Tampa slogan?

Come to Tampa. Warm winters and nobody
tries to kill you.

That's the whole story. That's it.

Isn't there anything else? Names,
evidence, anything?

Sorry.

Hey, good luck.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

Wait. It's all I got.

No.

No.

Got a minute?

Yeah, come on in.

I talked to Paul, but I'm not too
popular with him right now.

Hopped in his glove. He was checked out
of the evidence locker at 10 .05 last

night and logged into the lab at 10 .30.

And so?

The lab's just down the hall. Why'd it
take 25 minutes to get there?

Well, maybe someone got a call who
checked it out.

My initials and script were totally
illegible.

Look, Tony, I know you've got a special
interest in the case, but... I'm tired

of hearing about my special interest,
okay?

I have serious concerns about the
handling of evidence in this case, and

me, if I have them, the defense
attorney's gonna have them double. Okay.

Okay, we could all be more careful in
handling evidence.

Or are you implying something more?

Look, Tony, in case you haven't noticed,
half the cops in this force flunked

penmanship. And reports have
inconsistencies all the time. We're all

all understaffed.

I'm sorry, I think you're making
something out of nothing here.

I don't want to look at the facts.

I didn't say that.

You left the door unlocked.

You know every cop in Chicago's looking
for you?

Look, you mind driving to make me feel a
lot better?

I think I should mention I don't have a
lot of money on me right now.

That's right. I didn't come in for your
money.

Okay, I just wouldn't want that to upset
you later.

I need your help.

I need to know what the scandal was
working on before he died.

Actually, it was... No, no, no, other
than me.

Look, I know he was researching a murder
for higher operation. I think that's

what got him killed. There's got to be
something more.

There's got to be something in his death
on his computer.

Maybe, but the police confiscated the
computer and took all his notes.

Well, look, there's got to be something.
Someone's got to know something. You

can ask questions. You can ask your
editor. How's he?

I like you. I mean, basically, you're
nuts, but I like you. So some friendly

advice. Turn yourself in. Go for an
insanity team. If I was guilty, would I

sitting here talking to you about a
newspaper article?

Listen here.

Do I look crazy to you?

Or do I just look desperate?

You know what Scanlon was like.

And he messed up a lot more lives than
just mine.

If you don't help me, you're not going
to find out who killed Scanlon.

But if you help me,

it'll be the biggest story you've ever
had.

I've lost what's left of my mind.

Exclusive, Hudson.

You know what that means, exclusive?

Kath.

My friend, my colleague, my partner in
crime. No, I will not go double or

nothing with you on this week's Bears
game. You owe me 50 bucks.

Pay up.

I will. I will.

No, Kath.

Nice. You're kind of a computer nerd,
right?

I trust you meant that in only the best
way, Miguel.

Absolutely. Absolutely.

You told me once that the paper makes
backups of all the work on these

computers. Twice a day.

Wow.

And you know how to get stuff off the
backups?

Yeah, sure. You just have to know how
to... What are you looking for?

I want to see what Scanlon was working
on before he was killed.

Why? Hey, he took my Hobson file away,
thanks to you.

I didn't mean to. I... Luckily, I have a
forgiving nature.

Morally speaking, that was my story.

The least you can do is help me find out
whether or not he did anything with it.

Well, I suppose Scanlon's beyond caring.

What did you want?

To be safe.

Why not print out every file he updated
within the past two weeks?

So I'm curious.

Come on, Kat.

I need your help.

Yeah.

Just what I was looking for.

Hey,

Miguel.

My 50 bucks?

Mañana, baby. I swear.

Diaz scores again.

Wow.

Looks like Scanlon was into a lot of
nasty stuff here.

Yep.

No, no, no, I'm alright.

Did you put it on, man?

Can't concentrate when you're shaking
like that.

Thanks.

You just remember me and you will, okay?

They're signing at the Art Institute,
two at Grants Park, one in the lobby of

the Drake.

What about the guy at O 'Hare?

He's on his way to Hawaii, family
vacation.

We apologize for the search. This one
just came in from the Sun -Times.

Who phoned that in?

Interim reporter Kathy Ventano said she
spotted Hobson in the garage of the Sun

-Times building.

Let's go.

Look at this.

MFH.

What does that mean? I'm a fake.

I'm a fake.

I'm for hire.

He's got six names there.

Bill Fraser, heart attack.

Nathan White, heart attack. Charles
Crill, drowning bathtub.

Arthur Fick, fall off roof.

That's it, man.

I got it.

Hobson has ties to people at the Sun
Times. It makes sense he would go there

information. Information? He's
delusional. He's trying to find

He just can't admit it's him.

The reporter that called it in, she said
he had a gun.

All right, make sure the word gets out
to everyone.

Hobson makes a move, shoot him.

Hey, look at this.

It's your divorce settlement.

Someone always won big time by the dot.
Yeah, maybe. Just stop waving that thing

around. I'll beat you.

Did she just say sun time?

All cars in the area report to the sun
time. Command post on first floor of the

parking structure.

Brigatti, I'm at the west exit.

Edis Devalis, I'm on five.

It's low here.

I'm on level one.

Green, I'm at the east exit.

Right, I got him on six. He's coming
your way. All units, cut him off.

Officers in place.

I'm on it.

Moving down to four.

Almost there.

I'm in position.

Okay, easy.

Easy. Here he comes. Now!

Go! Go!

Freeze!

Come out with your hands behind your
head.

Exit the car slowly.

Keep them up.

Keep them up where I can see them.

Where's Papa?

Throw down your gun.

I don't have a gun.

Hold it.

Don't move.

Listen, Armstrong, you don't understand
what's happening here. I'll be more than

happy to listen to anything you have to
say in a room down at police

headquarters.

Let me just explain, will you? No, not
here, not now.

Surrender peacefully. Let the lawyers
sort it all out.

Armstrong, the real killer, is still out
there.

Scanlon was killed because of an
article, but it wasn't about me.

Armstrong, he was investigating
suspicious deaths.

It was a murder -for -hire operation.

Armstrong, you listen.

Hey,

the guy back there needs help.

I'd like to, uh, fax these, please.

Two from

number pages.

$3 a page.

$12 even.

Hey!

Hey, Brigatti.

Don't you know better than to give your
mother your fax number?

My mother?

Yeah, next thing you know, she'll have
your email address and nowhere will be

safe.

Nothing.

Doctors called in by neighbors.

Wife has been dead for two days.

Apparent heart attack.

You sure this is a scandalous personal
computer?

Positive. What are we looking for? Try
searching for a file called murder.

Nothing. How about the name?

Nathan White.

Frazier?

That's funny.

There aren't any files in this computer.
The hard drive's been erased.

Pop? Yeah?

I have a new motive on the Scanlon case.

Motive is not our problem.

Hobson's our problem.

Scanlon was working on a possible murder
-for -hire operation.

If this pans out, it could lead to a lot
of other deaths being revisited.

Have you been talking to Hobson?

I don't know where he is, if that's what
you mean. No, that's not what I mean.

I can bring you up on charges, Bugatti.

Abetting a fugitive?

For crying out loud, what kind of cop
are you?

Look, Paul. That's it.

You're off the task force.

Fine, but at least consider the
evidence. Save it.

Just get out of here.

Paul, I think... I don't want to hear
it, all right?

She was way out of regs.

Detective Bugatti was killed sometime
after 6 .30 p .m. in her townhouse.

Two things.

First, B -complex vitamins recommended
for stress.

Second, for the record, I think Paul was
too hard on you back there.

Thanks, Ari.

I'm okay with it.

Oh, well, this case has really gotten to
us.

Still, it's no excuse for the way it is.
It's cool, really. I'm just gonna go

home, take a hot bath, and think about a
career in dentistry.

Okay.

But if you really think you got
something, that's a new wrinkle.

Maybe we should talk about it.

One company?

You don't think my judgment is hopeless
to compromise?

I think you're one of the best cops I've
ever met.

Hey! Two witnesses saw Hobson at a
payphone over at State and Grand.

Brain check.

Yeah.

You know, I told him it's not my duck.

Yeah. Well, I know, but... Yeah.

All right.

Go on.

Doctor?

Sheesh. Sorry.

Make a little noise, will you?

For a second there, I thought one of my
patients was coming back to complain.

Something I can help you with,
detective?

I'm looking into six deaths. Your office
might have handled some of them. Six?

What is it, a spree killing?

It was six over the last two years.

They're probably not down as murdered.

Frazier, Weiss, Sherman, not ringing any
bells.

Well, I'd be surprised if they did. Do
you mind checking the files?

Um... Here, give me one of the names.

Nathan Weiss.

52 -year -old male, Caucasian, cardiac
arrest.

A neighbor phoned police when he hadn't
been seen for a few days.

Hypothetically, could you re -examine
his body today?

Hypoth... Ah, no.

No, not this guy. He was cremated.

What about Charles Carrillo?

I've got a ton of paperwork to take care
of. Just one more.

Carrillo? Mm -hmm.

Stripped while getting into the bathtub,
hitting his head on the tile, drowning,

16 inches of water.

Water in the lungs?

What? Was there water in the lungs? I
mean, did the drowning kill him or was

the blow to the head?

Great.

Now I need a new bulb.

Sorry.

Excuse me, detective.

Armstrong. Mr. Gattis, I'm at the
morgue. Before you say anything, could

just listen to me a minute?

What are you doing at the M .E.? Paul,
please.

Okay, I'm listening.

First of all, Scanlon's computer has
been wiped.

Wiped? The hard drive was erased,
deliberately.

It's okay, I have copies of all his
notes.

Scanlon was working on an article about
a hitman who could make murders look

like accidents.

I have six names.

Tony, if this is the stuff that you got
from Hobson... Stay with me a minute.

I took the names to the medical
examiner, and guess what?

Jake Arbuthnot signed up on all six
cases personally.

Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say,
considering the size of the medical

examiner staff?

Paul? I'm listening.

Hobson said a dirty cop might be
involved.

Well, who's in a better position to
cover up murder than a medical examiner?

He can fix reports, say someone was
killed after they fell into the bathtub

not before.

Change the time of death to create an
alibi for the killer.

Paul, these cases exist.

They have files.

Whatever you think of my personal
judgment, I did not make them up.

Scanlon was working on this article.

All right, meet me at the station.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

The thing that gets me, though, is I
could swear this guy's not a killer.

He doesn't have the nerves for it.

You think he's not alone?

I don't know. I think...

Paul,

I think we have a problem.

Brigatti?

Tony, are you there?

Look.

It's not the kind of money you... Drive.

Armistice.

At the Amis.

You're related, aren't you?

Brother -in -law, I knew you'd think of
that next.

Brigotti, bring him.

Come on, Brigotti, pick up.

I'll meet you there.

One question.

Why?

It's always the same answer, isn't it,
Paul?

Money?

You're killing people for money?

The people I killed weren't exactly
model citizens.

No one's going to miss those folks,
believe me.

So you're some kind of vigilante?

You think you're making the world a
better place?

No, I think I'm getting rich.

Take it easy.

Paul!

Paul,

Paul, Paul.

Stupid move.

Not my first.

You were my partner for a year and a
half. Now, Paul, let's not get personal.

just do what I have to.

What?

You really think you can execute a
police officer and no one will know?

Two officers.

Of course, Brigatti.

You know, having Hobson on the loose has
turned out to be useful, hasn't it?

Two officers come to the scene of the
crime to review evidence, but Hobson's

been sleeping in old boxcars.

He surprises them, bang, bang, they
never have a chance.

So I guess Hobson won't have a chance
either, huh? A cop killer?

I don't think so.

You shot him.

Imagine that.

What about you, Jake, huh?

You doing all this for a Rolex and a
Mercedes?

Nah, Jake's a little over his head.

He had a hard time fitting those
gamblers' anonymous meetings into his

schedule.

Oh, come on, Jake.

Stop looking so worried.

That's what brother -in -laws are for,
to help you out when things get tough. I

gave her a sec of Barbitol. She'll be
coming around soon.

You didn't kill her?

This guy, he spends his whole day
cutting up stiff and then pukes at the

of having to kill anyone.

Fine, you want me to kill her?

I'll kill her.

It won't work, Savalas.

They're going to know she had drugs in
her system.

Well, now that's the odd thing, Paul. I
don't think the medical examiner is

going to catch that little detail.

Are you, Jake?

How you got here, Hopson? Thanks.

This makes it perfect.

Stop! Mary!

Stop!

Jake! Where do you think you're going?

Brigatti. Cicero Trainyard. Officer
down.

Request backup.

Try a dirtbag.

For God, he gave us the full report.

Come on.

You have the right to remain silent. We
can say it can and will be used against

you. Report and log in. Right?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Gary Hobson.

Sorry. Excuse me, can somebody help me,
please?

I'm a police officer, ma 'am. Officer, I
need to find Gary Hobson. Can you take

me to him? I need to know if he's all
right.

Gary! Oh, my God, I'm so glad you're
okay.

I was so worried about you.

I'm okay, I'm okay. It's over, right?
It's really over? Yeah, it's over. Good.

Option.

Mañana.

But remember, exclusive, right?

My story.

Miguel Diaz. Photo.

Journals.

Detective Armstrong would like to see
you.

I hope it's to apologize.

You okay?

Me?

How about you?

I'm fine.

I have some luck.

Sir, we've got to get you moving. Just a
minute.

I owe you an apology.

Oh, save it, would you? I want to hear
when you can crawl on your knees and

Mr.

Hodgson, can you tell us what happened?

I'd like to talk to the police. I'm kind
of tired right now.

Listen, I want to ask you something.

How did you know Hobson wasn't guilty?

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