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What do we got?

Psycho's got a woman and a kid at gunpoint. He's shooting at everything

moves.

Lisa Ryder.

Best cop on the beat.

Sure hope she didn't break a nail loading her gun.

Pardon me.

Damn it. I hate this.

Cover me.

Watch my back, guys.

You best not!

Not bad, Ryder. You might make a good cop yet.

The news came over the radio.

The chief announced a promotion.

You or me?

Her.

Oh, yeah?

No shit.

What are your chances to repeat in the next election?

Oh, I'm 100 % confident.

No, make that 1 ,000%. Mr. Harris, how do you feel about your wife's

possibilities in national politics?

Let's just take one election at a time.

Yes,

ma 'am.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the newest member of my team.

To bring women to the forefront of this law and order campaign, I announce the

promotion of our hero policewoman, Officer Lisa Ryder, to detective first

Our first... Woman detective.

Wow. Nice street, guys.

Come here often?

Bunch of times.

The guys are regular.

Smile. We're on candid camera.

Oh, my God.

Does this guy really live here?

He plays here. This is where he gets his kicks.

Just follow us. We'll show you the room.

Wait here till I give you a signal.

This guy has a whole routine.

Tonight she'll be his virgin princess.

So what, am I just supposed to play along?

Don't worry, Janet. You're an actress.

Stay here and listen.

We'll call you when it's time.

Tell me to punish you for being bad.

Punish me, Master.

I will be bad.

Hey, what's the deal?

You don't know that dog food, man. It's all fat.

this, you guys.

It's just not for me, you know?

I'm going. You're not going anywhere.

You're my slaves.

Janet.

Janet.

The monster killed Janet.

Call Young Buddy.

You don't have to hurt us.

We won't tell anyone what we saw here tonight.

We promise.

Just let us go.

All right.

All right, all right. For Christ's sake, don't burst your bladder.

Right.

Oh, fuck.

Help me, Lizzie. I got nowhere to go and I'm in big trouble. You?

Natalie, why I'm... Lizzie, please.

God,

you look like a major.

What is it this time?

Some lover boy gets too rough?

Some John forgets to pay?

This poor guy got real weird all of a sudden.

She was a twit.

I think it was an accident.

God, what am I saying?

Lucy, please, I can't go to my place.

This guy's crazy.

He's going to try and find me and Terry, and he's going to kill us both.

Natalie, I can't do this. I mean, you come to me when you need something and

then disappear when everything's okay.

I can't go through this again.

Look, I'll sleep right here on the couch.

I won't be any trouble.

Okay.

But let's call the cops, okay?

No, I can't.

I'm in enough trouble with the cops already.

Oh, shit.

Lucy, please.

I'm so scared.

Help me.

It's gonna be okay.

So, how's the new detective first class doing?

So far, I'm just a secretary who can carry a gun.

Look at this, detective.

Nice, huh?

Some bimbo.

Gee, Willie, your compassion for this young woman is completely underwhelming.

Compassion is a quality I lost quite a while back.

If you're lucky, you will, too.

Tough case?

You kidding?

Piece of cake.

It's some crazy John. Harry and I will wrap this up before you finish your

filing.

Here, detective.

Get your jollies.

Ryder.

In my office.

You're on desk duty, Willie.

What's the problem, chief?

Come on in, Ryder.

Harry.

Lisa, I'm putting the two of you on this case together.

Thank you for your confidence, sir.

Thank City Hall.

Detective, this is the coroner's report on the dead girl.

Neck snapped, a leather strap of some kind.

Raped? No, I think Scalia was right. Looks like an S &M hooker who got the

John.

I don't think so, sir.

Why not?

I think she was probably pretty new to the scene.

I mean, doesn't it seem like the body's too clean for a pro?

I mean, aren't S &M pros usually pretty battered? Could have been her first

time. Didn't know what to expect.

Any ID?

No, uh, just the key to the Carousel Motel, that's all. We're on our way.

Yeah, that'd take a week.

Think you're hot shit, don't you, Ryder?

Ease off, Willie.

Is that how you got death duty?

Shooting off your big mouth?

Look, I knew you thought you'd be with Sky on this one. I sure did.

Well, I want you to know I'm grateful for the chance to learn from you. Look,

Ryder, don't be buttering my buns. Let's just get this one over with.

Scalia, I've had it with you.

Late three times last week for the midnight shift.

Now, what's going on?

Personal problems.

Won't happen again, sir.

Yeah, well, you're on death duty until you take control over whatever the

up your ass.

Now, get out of here.

I already told you we run a clean place.

No hookers work out of here.

Right, they just live here.

What time did she leave?

About seven last evening.

Left with two more just like her.

My, my, my. Just two friends off to a poetry reading, I guess.

Did you make the car?

Yeah, it was a Mustang.

Was it a hard top?

No, it was a rag top.

What year?

What do I look like, a car dealer?

It was a red Mustang, okay?

Can I go now?

Yes, you can go, but... Yeah, if I think of anything, I'll call you. I know the

drill.

Sure you do.

Nothing here. What do you got?

A bladder problem.

But the doc says I'll be okay if I come back in the coffee.

It's a good thing that's not the good stuff.

You've just got your prints all over it.

I'm in.

As soon as I hit the head, we'll start with this guy first.

So what can I do for you two?

Father -daughter shots?

I'm Detective Shine Homicide. This is Detective Ryder.

Interesting photograph.

Are you into that sort of thing?

It's just the job I did.

But if they offend you, I can always take them down. Mr. Walker, we're

investigating the death of a young woman, and your card was found amongst

belongings.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

Who was she?

We don't know yet.

Why don't you take a look at these, Mr. Walker? Perhaps you can help us.

Hold it for a second. I think you should know that... Well, the only photos we

have of her are... Well, it's the crime scene.

Thanks for the warning.

Jesus.

Do you know her?

What? Do you know who she is?

I don't know. I mean...

All I saw was a picture of a dead girl. Well, could you try again, please?

Well, you know, it's hard to say.

Was she an actress? A lot of them come in here for headshots.

We don't know.

You know, she does kind of look like a girl that came in here a week or so ago

pricing photos, but I can't really be sure.

Did you take her picture?

No, I'd remember if I did.

I'm sorry I can't be more help.

Okay, thanks anyway. By the way, you got a men's room I could use?

Yeah, right around there.

Would you like some coffee?

Oh, no thanks.

You sure?

You may be in there a while. That's where I keep my nude photos.

You like being a cop?

Yeah.

Yeah. And your husband doesn't mind?

No husband to mind.

Boyfriend? You're getting awfully personal, aren't you?

I'm sorry. I just thought you'd make a really great subject.

This is my card. If there's anything else that you can do for me about the

Mr. Walker, give me a call.

Every red Mustang convertible registered in the area. Assuming it is registered.

Thanks, Terry.

Janet Manson. Excuse me? Name of a dead chick. No priors for hooking, but a DUI.

I don't like women being called chicks, babes, or broads.

What about bimbo?

It's always been a personal favorite of mine.

I believe it.

Will you guys cool it?

Ryder here.

Hi.

Calling with great news.

Your business card has won my weekly drawing for our free photo session.

Oh, yeah? Who's this?

It's me.

It's Michael. Michael Walker.

Hey, I'm kidding about the drawing, but listen.

I'm planning a gallery showing.

The theme is Women of Valor. I thought a few pictures of a policewoman really

helped the show take off.

I don't know. I don't photograph so well.

It won't take long, I promise.

How about, say, 9 o 'clock tonight?

You'll really enjoy it. No, really, I don't. Oh, come on, don't be shy.

See you tonight.

No, wait!

I'll go out tonight.

See you.

We'll have some fun.

Gotta make a living, kid.

I thought maybe we could go out together.

You know I can't do that. I'm not taking that chance.

He's out there.

Now look, this guy's references were checked.

He's from out of town.

He just wants a little slight bondage. Nothing serious.

I'm sorry, Lizzie.

I won't do it.

Now, look.

The rent is due. We need this money.

Lizzie, please. I'm scared.

I understand that, but... But what?

You can't stay at my place.

Look, I don't make enough to cover both of us. What if it's the same guy, huh?

I'm scared, Elizabeth.

I checked him out.

You've got nothing to worry about.

I'm

telling

you, he's okay.

What does he look like?

Like all the rest, a certified perv.

Relax.

He's safe.

He wants me to tie you up.

Honey, it's okay.

I'm going to be in control.

Now the blindfold.

There.

You look marvelous.

How do you feel?

It'll be okay, I guess.

Master, we are at your beck and call.

You've been a bad little slut, Natalie.

Please,

God.

Really, this is a bad idea.

I just thought you might like a little dinner before our session.

I'd better go.

Look, I'll tell you what.

Let's just go right to the photo.

Now, I hate having my picture taken. Not by me, you won't.

Here, help you relax.

Whoa. Wait a minute.

Just look like you're choking.

You know, I'm going to pay you for these pictures.

No way.

These are for my exhibit.

I mean, it's not right. After all, you're involved in a case that I'm on.

A case?

I thought that was forgotten.

Some poor girl who might have asked me about pictures turns up dead and I'm

involved?

I mean, that is what brought me in here.

I need a phone.

Right over there.

Gotta call the station.

Right over here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

There were two more murders tonight.

Oh, yeah?

I shouldn't have had that line that went right to my head.

I gotta go.

You forgot something.

When will my pictures be ready?

How about dinner?

That'd be nice.

How about breakfast?

Don't push it.

Just wanted to know what to shop for.

It's okay, Ryder. I got you. Take it easy.

I want this photographed and bagged and out of here now.

Listen, kid, it's okay to be sick.

It's all right.

Just let it go.

Let go.

Feel better, tough guy?

Yeah, I'm gonna be all right now.

Why the big powwow? I had a hot date.

There were two more murders tonight.

I was just working on Angela's statement to the press.

Christ.

Women? Yeah.

It's up to you and Brewster, Devin, to minimize this thing.

Keep it quiet.

You know, make the citizens feel that I'm doing everything that I possibly

Were they prostitutes again?

Police think so.

There's your angle.

Nobody minds too much if a few hookers get nailed.

As long as the good, solid citizens of the city go untouched, give it the

Devin, you are one cold son of a bitch.

Why, thank you, Angela.

What do you want me to do with this, Angela?

Oh, rip it up, Brewster.

Devin will write me something else.

Why don't you go home?

Get some sleep.

I found religion in here.

Church of the Resurrection Urban Reform Program for Women.

What do you know? A rec center for hookers.

Oh, well. Whoa. Are you supposed to do that?

Just take it?

Sure.

They're all into this sort of F &M scene, and then he winds up strangling

the girls as if it's some kind of orgasm.

Janet Manson, the first victim.

Right. And then he starts knocking off the witnesses.

Mm -hmm. Like Natalie and her roommate.

God, poor Elizabeth.

That still leaves one unaccounted for.

The girl in the red Mustang.

Right.

But where is she?

I don't know, but I hope we find her before he does.

i think i found something yeah what do you got huh wonder if she drives a red

mustang we can run a check let's go visit the church let's do it

He's like a goddamn hooker skin bitch.

And none of these broads look retired to me. Harry.

It's your cologne, Harry.

Eau de cop.

Welcome to Open House. Good evening.

What has brought you here?

I'm Detective Shine. This is Detective Ryder.

What can I do for you?

Apparently, one of your flock didn't get the message, Reverend.

She's been murdered.

What makes you think I might know this girl?

We found one of your brochures in her apartment.

Crime scene?

Good God.

No.

I'm afraid I don't know this girl.

This girl is only one of three young women, all apparently professional

who have been murdered in the past few days, Reverend.

Forgive me, dear Lord, for failing thee.

Take it easy.

Excuse me.

It's just that when I see something like this, I mean if we'd only reached her

in time.

Do you have any idea where this young woman might have gotten your pamphlet?

Foot soldiers.

Excuse me?

Every day, some of the women volunteer to go out and hand out our pamphlets.

We call these our foot soldiers.

How many people get these pamphlets?

Oh, hundreds every day.

We're also trying to locate a young woman who was seen with the victim. Does

anyone here drive a red Mustang?

No.

Most of our people live and work.

or hopefully used to work, right in this area.

Okay, Reverend, thanks for your time.

Anything. Anytime at all.

Scott! You okay?

I'm fine, considering the... Hey, look, you know I want everything to be just

the way it was, too.

We made a hell of a team.

Look, you get your shit together, they'll reassign Lisa Ryder, we'll be

back in the thick of it.

Departmental bullshit.

They needed a broad to fill a quota. I deserve that promotion.

Makes me so goddamn angry sometimes, Harry. I just want my fucking fucking

Not mine, it's big enough to weigh... Since when you got a dog?

Huh?

Willie, you hate anything cute and sweet and furry. You hate apple pie and the

Fourth of July. You probably hate your granny, so come on.

Chick I've been seeing.

She's got a big mud, eats everything in sight.

Shit, you never told me nothing about that. What's her name?

Want to have a beer, Harry?

No,

I'm eating with the wife and kids. They're tired of looking at empty chair.

Hey, Willie.

What lousy timing.

Oh Christ, I've got such a headache.

And you'll be in care a few minutes.

Hello, everyone.

This is Ed from the polls.

That's a good one. Fling over, then.

We're nose -to -nose at the polls.

And with two more murders, the other side is having a...

We can't afford to lose any more percentage points.

Well, what have you got?

What do you mean, Angela?

You told me to downplay the murders, that nobody cared about hookers. But

they're screaming bloody murder.

I can't just sit here twiddling my thumb.

I have a suggestion.

Oh?

We can only look good if we use the truth.

We have to talk about what's real here.

There's a killer out there, and we're going to find him.

Perhaps we could use the slogan, tough on crime.

Brilliant.

I like it. I like it. It's got a lot of PR potential. I like it. All

right, all right, I'll consider it.

But if it fails, I'm holding you both responsible.

I'm doing everything I can, darling.

Your future is my future, darling.

Oh, you gotta be ki -

I hope this will serve as an apology for the late hour.

It's proof of my bad intentions.

Are you naked under that robe?

Am I bothering you?

You know what?

I'm gonna leave.

Oh.

Can I call you tomorrow?

It's okay. Come on in.

Come in.

I was just trying to remember what it feels like to be a woman.

You know, doing my hair and my nails.

Yeah, well, I never forget that you're a woman.

Would you like some champagne?

No.

That would only put me to sleep.

Long day?

Endless.

You want to tell me about it?

Well, today I was looking for one car out of 10 ,000 like it in the state.

And tomorrow I have to... I've got to visit a hundred little theaters looking

for an actress who doubles as a prostitute.

I'll tell you what.

Let's not talk about the scene.

Talk about you and me.

This is not talking.

Sure it is.

See, this is the part where we both listen to something other than our

The answer is yes.

Well, that's great.

What's the question?

But am I naked under this robe?

Slow down.

I'm trying to slow down.

I want to be in your arms, in your heart.

Hold me tight.

Tighter.

For goodness sakes, Alvin, we've been at this for hours.

I got it, right?

I really got it.

Throw me my line.

Let's just go on.

I want to be in your arms, in your heart.

Hold me tight tighter damn it Alvin can't you remember anything?

We better go check it out. No you better go Alvin

Take me for a regard.

I want to be in your arms, in your heart.

Hold me tight.

Take me, Beauregard.

I want to be in your arms, in your heart.

Hold me tight.

Tighter.

This ain't pretty, Lisa. Let's go talk in the hallway.

I'm a cop, Shine. I can handle it.

Scalia was right.

About what?

You get used to looking at victims.

No.

You never get used to this.

You just get numb.

Bag it.

Gentlemen, this is Alvin Russo.

It's really Alvin Rustakovich. I'm an actor.

No priors.

Mr. Rustakovich, these gentlemen are here from the mayor's office.

So let's cover it all.

Well, we're rehearsing, Sherry and I. Then some guy hit me over the head from

behind. If it was from behind, how do you know it was the guy?

Jeez, she's good.

Well... He or she is pretty tall.

How tall?

About as tall as him.

He's all in black leather.

Okay, Olivier. You can go.

That maniac seems to always be one.

Sit up ahead of your people.

Are you insinuating there's a leak in my department?

No. He's inferring it.

And if you don't find the leak, you can be damn sure you'll be out on your ass

quicker than you ever imagined.

Assholes.

Well, aren't you two going to put your two cents in too?

Why didn't you arrest him?

He wasn't the killer. He was innocent.

My luck.

One guy brought in and he's innocent.

Wasn't there any way of booking him on suspicion?

Mayor, no way.

Perhaps I have not made myself clear, Chief Webster.

Five women snuffed out and your department has no solid leads.

You had a potential suspect in your custody and you let him go.

We have only four days left to this election.

I don't care who you arrest, but I want someone in that jail of yours by

tomorrow.

Adam 15, Adam 15.

Possible gang disturbance in alley near intersection of Sylvia and Main.

Yo, baby.

Slow down, man.

Where you going, baby?

There's no way out here, man.

Oh you like me sweetheart

Jesus H. Christ, it's Devin McClain, the mayor's PR, what do you call it?

You didn't say anything!

Do you so much as breathe a word of this?

I'll see to it that the mayor has you both pounding a beat when the sun don't

shine!

I won't say a word.

Besides, you're kind of cute.

What do you think? Is that going to be our man, or should I say woman?

Look, I'm going to call her in. You never know.

What's wrong?

Boyfriend trouble.

Letha, I've been a cop a long time. I read people.

Not Michael. It's me.

Michael?

Bigelow?

Internal Affairs?

Michael Bigelow does not want to jump your bones. Take it from me, Michael

Bigelow, he wants to jump my bones.

Not Bigelow. Somebody else.

You know him.

Michael Walker.

Walker.

The fleas bag with the nude photos in his bathroom.

He's a nice guy, Harry.

He's funny and he's sensitive and he's intelligent.

He's very normal.

You don't find that every day.

So where does he hang your picture? And what were you wearing when he took it?

Don't push it, Harry.

Am I stretching protocol on this one?

Harry?

What?

Oh, yeah, I'd say you've thrown the book completely out on this one, Ryder. I

know what I'm doing.

Do you?

What are you so afraid of?

Partner, I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about me too, partner.

Going home?

No, I'm gonna go back to the office and check out that Devin McLean character

some more.

You gonna be all right?

You were really reaching this time, Harry.

McLean's clean.

Wait a minute.

It's because some guy gets dolled up in drag and starts running around. No,

Walker. Who?

Stay with me on this, Willie.

Five dead girls.

Actresses. What's one thing in common they all need for their business?

Condoms.

Eight by tens.

Pictures.

Headshots. I can't believe we missed this.

Jesus. Give me the rap sheet on Michael Walker.

Got it.

Harry, Willie, what's going on?

Can you believe it? Our very own detective leaves a writer pumping the

telling him everything.

Writer?

Harry, what the hell is he talking about?

Michael Walker, Chief.

He's trouble. We're going to have to bring him in.

Poor kid.

She really fell for him.

You are my fantasy.

Can I tell you something?

It isn't easy for me to get involved with a man.

My work takes precedence.

Mine too.

But we're not involved, Mason.

We're in love.

When I'm with you, it makes me forget everything else.

Say you love me.

Come on.

Say you love me.

I love you.

I love you.

Chief wants to see you.

We have to talk.

Detective Ryder!

All I've ever wanted to be is a cop.

Lisa, it was just a suspension.

A cop doesn't even know they're doing their job unless they get a suspension.

I had to turn in my badge and my gun, Harry.

Damn Scalia.

If he wasn't poking his nose into my affairs, then Wexford never would have

gotten involved.

It wasn't Scalia.

It was me.

Michael Walker had a rap sheet.

He beat the shit out of some guy he caught his fiancée with, and guess who

fiancée turned out to be?

Victim numero uno, Janet Manson.

Leave me alone.

Hey, listen, if he'd have been home last night, we would have picked him up

already. Now, do you know where he might be?

Michael couldn't have done it.

If you know where he is, kid, you better get it together.

If he's innocent, nothing's going to change that. I don't know where Michael

Lisa, what's the matter? Janet Manson.

I wanted to tell you. But you didn't.

I was engaged to Janet.

I would have told you, but I was afraid of being implicated.

And what about after you slept with me, Michael? Then what were you afraid of?

Losing you.

I need you to be part of my life, Lisa.

You know, this wasn't some one -night stand.

I want to be with you forever.

Our affair is over, Michael.

I'm turning you in.

I had nothing to do with Janet's death.

I didn't even know what happened until you told me about it. Why don't you

believe me? You lied to the police.

And even worse, you lied to me.

What were you so afraid of?

Were you afraid of hurting me?

Well, you did, Michael, you did. You really hurt me.

Just go downtown and you answer some questions and then the whole thing will

over. Oh, shit.

The police!

I know what's going on here, Lisa.

The mayor is screaming that someone be arrested to save her political ass.

The chief of police is pissed off at you for sleeping with a potential murder

suspect.

I knew Janet, Lisa, they could prove that. They could tie me right into this

investigation. I go in there, they bury me, whether I'm innocent or not.

I need your help on this, baby. I can't do it on my own.

Think about everything that we had together.

I'm going to find out who killed Janet.

It's the only way to save me, to save us.

I love you.

Now, are you going to help me do this, or do I have to do it on my own?

I know you believe I'm innocent.

I think that's even more dangerous.

My friend, I am pleased to announce that the police have found a killer of five

local area women.

Michael Walker, a 27 year old male Caucasian, has been positively

He should be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

There is a $10 ,000 reward offered by the city for any information leading to

his arrest and conviction.

Haven't you ever heard of being innocent until proven guilty?

And that wraps up our news update.

And after the following messages, we will bring you the latest news on the

massive citywide police department search for the alleged serial killer

Walker. We'll be back.

It's too dangerous for us to go out before dark. Yeah, I know, but where do

start looking?

The church, the revenue, the victims.

What do you mean Shine isn't answering his radio?

What the hell is going on out there?

I've got a maniac loose, a detective who's in love with him, and a cop that

won't talk to me.

I'm losing it.

Imagine that.

I'm the only detective you can count on.

Reverend? Reverend!

Come on, come here!

I was right instead of McClane.

It's not a witch.

Stop pulling my hair.

I know you.

You're a cop.

How do you know me?

I've seen you here.

Oh, God.

The guy on TV. I've seen your picture.

You killed Janet. Look, nobody wants to hurt you. We just want to talk to you.

You killed the Reverend Toon, didn't you?

Don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone.

Listen, I didn't kill anyone. What do you know about Dimmesdale?

I'm just one of his foot soldiers.

What are you doing here?

I don't want anything to do with this.

Look, my name is Lana Baker.

I was supposed to meet John, and the Reverend called me up and left a message

my machine. He begged me not to go. He was frantic.

He asked me to come here as soon as I could.

That's all I know, I swear.

Dimmesdale. He's the link in the murders.

Where are you meeting with John tonight?

Okay.

You're not out in five minutes for coming in that.

Don't worry, I'm a cop.

I love you, baby.

Careful.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

All right.

We lost Michael Walker.

Great Wexford.

I had a press conference scheduled in one hour.

We were going to close this thing once and for all.

We'll bring him in.

I promise you, we'll bring him in.

You better.

And if you don't, well, I'd suggest you turn in your badge.

Thank you for coming, my dear.

We won't be needing this anymore.

We'll...

hate cop.

Me too.

Why don't I pretend to be one?

And then you can teach me a lesson.

Teach you?

I'll teach you a lot.

Bitch!

We can have some fun.

Fun?

Oh, we're going to have lots of fun.

And lots of surprises, too.

Detective Ryder!

Please.

But you must know I've been suspended from the force. There's nothing I can

really do to hurt you.

We can talk.

Let's not talk.

Walker is nowhere to be found.

I've lost Ryder. I can't find Harry. And now Scalia's out there someplace.

I want all units in the vicinity of Harry's last call. And now.

Yes, sir.

are going to die.

No. No, we can play.

Play?

I'm not playing.

I'm not here.

I'm not here alone.

Yes, you are, bitch.

It's just you and me.

Fight me.

You are my fantasy.

Michael?

Michael, is that you?

Yes. No.

No, Michael. Why?

I believed in you.

Then you believed.

Wrong.

Go ahead then, Michael.

Kill me.

Kill me, Michael!

Ah!

You're gonna be okay, Michael. You're gonna be okay.

I love you, baby.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Now, God damn it, stay in the car, okay?

Sit.

Come on,

come on. And the envelope.

Jesus Christ.

The mayor's husband.

Holy shit.

You'll never understand.

Try it.

You know, there was a time in my life when I wanted to be in politics myself.

To be in the public eye.

A superstar.

Not the doormat for some ambitious woman.

No, not that.

Trouble, Chief?

It couldn't be worse.

The mayor's on her way up.

You know, the first one they killed, it was Max that had to kill the rest.

What are you doing here?

Brewster, what the hell is going on?

I killed them, Angela.

Killed them all.

Did we do it?

Sorry, Ron.

You know what you've done, Victor.

It's over for both of you.

We were going places, you and me.

Yeah, to the top.

But you destroyed everything.

It's over for both of us!

You okay, tough guy?

Yeah,

I'm gonna be fine.