Original subtitles

You have heard theevidence, and now it is time

for you to reach your decision.

A citizen has no duty moresolemn than to render a verdict

on a charge of murder.

You cannot be swayed by passion or prejudice.

That the alleged victims were narcotics dealers

and an undercover police officerposing as a dealer cannot

play a role in your decision.

You must do only two things.

First, pass judgment on theaccuracy and truthfulness

of each witness in this case.

That one of them is a former police officer

is not relevant to this matter.

Only his testimony should be in question.

Second, taking into account the logical

but not the emotionalappeals of the prosecution

and the defense, you must decidewhether the testimony proves

that the defendant, Peter Reilly,

is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.

Otherwise, you must returna verdict of not guilty.

Until you have reached your decision,

you will be sequestered from further contact

with the outside world.

Ladies and gentlemen, I committhe case into your hands.

[indistinct chatter]

Ah, Mr. Booker, you are theprosecution's only eyewitness.

How do you think the trial went?

Well, I thoughtChannel 4's sketch artist

was better than yours, but you're clearly

the best-dressed anchor.

Was it a mistake for the police department

to fire you before Reilly came to trial?

I wasn't fired.

I refused a disciplinary transfer.

Isn't that the same thing?

Mr. Reilly!

Can we talk to you?

Still jumping every timeyou hear a car backfire?

I'm going to have the last laugh, Reilly.

Oh yeah?

You think they're gonna convict me?

They love me in there.

Yeah, they're going to love you in jail.

It'll never happen.

You're no better a witnessthan you were a cop.

Why'd they take your badge away, anyway?

Hey, hey. He's harassing me.

Get him away from me!

Arrest the man!

[footsteps]

Mr. Reilly!

Peter, over here!

Do you have anything more to say?

How'd you feel about the trial?

My client asked me to give you this.

What is it?

It was already sealed.

Miss Simmons, are you planning an appeal?

We won't need an appeal.

[indistinct chatter]

LINDSEY: What does it say?

[ominous music]

NEWS REPORTER: --haveresponded and are now arriving.

I understand that anextensive search is underway,

and the Police and Sheriff'sdepartment's helicopters are--

Man, I was just calling you.

I saw the news.

Yeah, I know. I'm fine, though.

Reilly was just trying to get me going.

NEWS REPORTER: --along the railroad tracks.

He's in an industrial zoneusually quiet at this time--

That's not what I mean.

NEWS REPORTER: Police believe--

Didn't you hear?

Hear what?

It's all over the box.

It's all they're talking about.

NEWS REPORTER: I am nowbeing handed a statement.

Just to update you--

MICHAEL BABCOCK: We have beenreporting that at around 6:45

this evening, Peter Reilly, the defendant

in the so-called Crack Killer trial,

allegedly escaped custodywhile he was being

transported to County Jail.

The department has just now released a statement

confirming that the two policeofficers guarding Reilly

were killed during the escape.

That's all we know for now.

We will be updating reportsas soon as we get information.

I'm Michael Babcock, live at the scene.

NEWS REPORTER: Thank youfor that report, Michael.

[ominous music]

[music playing - "booker theme"]

[SINGING] I feel the beaton the street tonight.

The lights are bright, andit feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

Hot!

REGINALD: Man, I've neverseen you like this before.

Who is this guy?

When I was working the streets,

we started finding guysshot to death in abandoned

buildings and alleyways.

Gangbangers?

No, drug dealers.

First, he'd rip themoff, then he'd kill them.

First undercover cop they sent in got killed, too.

And you were next?

Yeah.

But you caught him?

No, Reggie.

It was more like he caught me.

He put a gun to the back of myhead and pulled the trigger.

What happened?

Misfire.

It happens one time in a thousand.

Why did he give you thewalk away from jail card?

DENNIS: Reilly loves to play games.

It was a clue, and I ignored it.

[police scanner chatter]

It's all right, all right.

Let them pass.

Booker.

Sergeant.

Whew.

Yeah.

Look, Reilly gave me this.

He did, all right.

The 32 caliber automatic.

You found the gun?

Just the shell casings.We're checking for prints.

Well, you won't find any.

Reilly told whoever loaded the gun to use gloves.

How did he get the gun?

His lawyer, one of his bailiffs.

Someone with access to this car.

No kidding.

It doesn't matter.

Whoever helped him is probably dead by now.

Unless he needs him to get out of the country.

No, I think he's going to besticking around for a while.

You think you know him that well?

Yeah, I do.

Ah, look, Booker.

We're staking out everybodythat might be connected to him.

I think you're paranoid about this.

But if you believe he's crazyenough to make a try at you,

we'll put a team on you, too.

That won't stop him.

[sirens]

So Booker, you learn your lesson?

What?

There weren't any witnesses around when

you arrested Reilly.

You should have killed him instead.

You've been doing this too long, Riker.

You'll learn.

Next time.

[ominous noir music]

Book.

Yeah.

Maybe we better stay at my place a few days.

This guy's out to nail me, Reg.

One target's enough.

MICHAEL BABCOCK: As theamendment spreads for Peter

Reilly, his attorney Lindsey Simmons

offered a differentinterpretation of events.

LINDSEY: We share the public'sgrief at the death of these two

officers, but we hope the policeand public realize there were

no witnesses to the shootings.

We cannot exclude the possibility that Reilly

and the policemen with him were ambushed

by narcotics interests who targeted Mr.

Reilly for revenge.

INTERVIEWER: Now then whywasn't he killed, too?

LINDSEY: Oh, he may havebeen, but just not as quickly.

MICHAEL BABCOCK: In the meantime,

the dragnet for Peter Reilly continues.

How are you holding up?

MICHAEL BABCOCK: --for Headline News.

I'm OK.

Everybody's telling me I'mbeing paranoid about this guy,

so I'm just staying out of it.

Maybe you should take some time off.

That would prove I wasbeing paranoid, wouldn't it?

NEWS REPORTER: --so-called Bonita Wetland.

Yesterday, the hearing degenerated

into a free-for-all--

[phone ringing]

Hello.

RIKER: Booker.

Yeah, who's this?

RIKER: What was your badgenumber before you got the boot?

Riker, is that you?

All you need to know is thatReilly's lawyer got a court

order saying we wereviolating her attorney-client

privilege by staking her out.

There's nobody watching her.

She's not under surveillance.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you know what to do.

Because this is next time.

[hanging up phone]

[soprano saxophone solo]

[ominous noir music]

[car engine starting]

[car door shutting]

[footsteps]

[engine revving]

Wait!

Look out!

He's got a gun!

Put your hands on the steering wheel!

No, you don't know what you're doing!

[struggling]

Assume the position, pal.

Who the hell are you?

That's not Reilly!

Give it up, Booker.

She didn't do it. - Come on.

Someone had to slip Reilly the gun

and pick him up after the shooting.

Not her!

This guy is a material witnessin a counterfeiting case.

She was negotiating immunitywith us before he came in.

Fine.

Then what about the gun in her purse?

Yeah.

It was a 32 caliber automatic,just like the gun Reilly used.

And?

And-- ballistics don't match.

In fact, the gun has never been fired,

and she has a valid permit for it.

It was just a coincidence.

Part of Riley's plan to shake me.

Booker, listen to me.

Don't get obsessed by this guy.

It won't look at your hearing.

Hearing?

What hearing?

She isn't pressing assault charges,

but she filed a challengeto your gun permit.

Chances are, by the end of the week,

you won't be licensed to carry a firearm.

[door slamming]

Can I talk to you?

DENNIS: Oh what do you want, an apology?

Booker, I am not the enemy here.

I wish to God I could letthe police follow me around

so they'd stop suspectingme, but I can't

represent my clients that way.

Then why are you going after my gun permit?

You almost shot at an innocent man.

You scared me to death in that alley.

Look, I know what you're going through.

- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.

No.

I am a public defender.

I didn't want to take this case.

I was assigned it.

But I had to still do mybest to prove he's innocent.

He's a murderer.

He kills for fun.

That is for a jury to decide.

He's got to you, too, huh?

He charmed you like he charms everyone else.

Oh, guess again, Booker.

You think you're number one on his hit list?

If he thinks that I screwed uphis trial, he'll come after me.

That's why I'm carrying agun, because I'm scared.

[footsteps receding]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Hey, Dennis.

How you doing?

Reilly?

Who else were you expecting?

Yeah, man.

Let's meet.

You and me, face to face.

Oh, please.

Dennis, lighten up.

You know that's not like it.

Hey, I wrote a poem for you.

Roses are red, violets are blue,just when you least expect it,

I'll be there for you.

Sweet dreams, Dennis.

[hanging up phone]

[motorcycle starting]

Your taste in restaurantshas gone downhill, Book.

You called.

You wanted to see?

I thought we'd hitthat great Italian place,

maybe catch a flick.

Why wouldn't you come to the club, man?

I don't want to take achance of hurting anybody.

What are you talking about?

Reilly.

He'd stalk his victims,then appear out of nowhere

and shoot them from behind.

First, he'd let them beg a little.

Every buy I went on,every alley I walked down,

I expected him to put a bulletright in the back of my head.

That's one sick boy.

He wasn't in it for the money.

He was in it for the thrill.

Everything was a game to him.

To stay alive, I gotta get inside his head,

so far in I can taste the thrill myself.

He's coming after me, Reg.

You know what we ought to do, man?

What?

Go fishing.

We get in the car and startdriving till we find the most

beautiful lake in the world.

You don't understand.

I can't walk away.

[ominous noir music]

[keys jingling]

Oof.

Reilly?

No, but it could have been.

Have you heard anything about him?

Have you seen him?

Come on, Booker.

No, you come on.

You were his scout, man.

That's the only reason why you're alive.

Now who's dealing?

Who's he taking down?

Nobody, man.

Even guys in rock houses withbodyguards are laying low.

You sure?

I know Reilly.

He can convince anyone to trust him.

Believe me, if I heard anything,

I'd tip the police, the dealers, everybody.

This guy's the Black Plague.

Don't try to cut a deal with him.

If you see him, even heara rumor, you call me.

What are you?

911?

Nah, my response time isbetter, and I pay in cash.

Yeah?

Yeah. $10,000.

Where are you going to get 10 grand?

I'll borrow it.

Go get your call inearly, because I'm telling

everybody on the street.

[heavy breathing]

[knocking on door]

[tv chatter]

How'd it go?

Not easy.

Everybody's scared, but I set up two

buys for tonight, back to back.

Cash in hand, no bodyguards?

New guys.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Thank you.

I understand the risk you're taking,

and I really appreciate it.

You know, I've been thinking-- if--

if it all goes smoothly, I'm going

to raise your share to half.

There's something else I heard today.

Booker's looking for you.

That's not news.

Oh, he wants you real bad.

I think I could sell him to you.

You'd do that for me?

Well, how much?

Say 10 grand?

In advance?

I'd be stupid otherwise,don't you think?

Uh-huh.

Tell me, how did thisfigure 10,000 come to mind?

Is that what Booker's offering for me?

Be careful.

Don't lie to me, Presler.

I would never do that.

Oh no?

Maybe you'd take my money,and then you'd set me up.

What, are you crazy?

You know, I hate drug dealers.

I hate the way you look.

I hate the way you act.

The only thing I like about you is your money.

Unfortunately, once you've smoked enough

of your own stuff, you think you're very smart,

and that's when I can reallysee straight through you.

I'm telling you I got two set up for tonight.

So we'll just forget about Booker, OK?

I can't forget about Booker.

Where'd you see him?

I haven't.

You're going to kill him?

Is that why you're staying in town?

Well, that's for me to knowand for Booker to find out.

But I don't want you helping him any.

You couldn't cut any deals for me tonight.

People are too scared.

But that's OK.

Because I never really meant to do it anyway.

What are you talking about?

Hey man, chill out.

What are you doing?

[gunshot]

[indistinct chatter]

Every time I get on thisguy's tail, he figures it out.

Well, leave it alone.

Take the count.

No.

I want to talk to the shrink.

Can you set it up for me?

Yeah.

Good.

I can tell from your testimonyyou're the only other person

who really understands Reilly.

Can you talk to me about him?

Why do you want to know about Reilly?

You're not on the police force anymore.

Yeah, I know, but he's coming after me,

and I'm the only guy who can catch him.

That's very interesting.

[chuckling]

What's that supposed to mean?

Have you been sleeping, Dennis?

Have you even been going home?

Look, I didn't come here to talk about me.

I came here to talk about Reilly.

So are you going to help me or not?

What do you want to know?

Did he talk about me?

Yes.

He said he liked you. - He's crazy.

No, not crazy.

Just evil.

And not totally evil, justmore evil than the rest of us.

If you just assume he's crazy, you're

not going to be able toanticipate his next move.

Well, I gotta do something, you know?

He's going to kill me.

He doesn't have to kill you, Dennis.

Look at yourself.

If he gets you crazy enough,gets you shooting at shadows,

you'll be totally discredited.

Then, he wins.

Look, that's not going to happen.

I got a handle on this.

I'm fine.

Sure.

Why don't you just stayaround and talk about it?

I'm sure you'll feel much better.

[clinking of lighter]

I don't have time.

I don't have time.

You don't understand.

I don't have any time at all.

Dennis, let me help you.

Nobody can help me.

This is between him and me.

OK?

[clinking of lighter]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Hey, Dennis.

Running on empty?

Reilly?

Miss me?

You're doing real good, Dennis.

I think it's going to be very soon now.

[hanging up phone]

[sighing heavily]

[ominous noir music]

[cocking gun]

[struggling]

Reggie.

What the hell's the matter with you?

What are you doing here?

I just came by to see how you were.

I'm fine.

[heavy breathing]

I'm fine.

[phone ringing]

Hey, stranger.

Where you been, huh?

I was going to call the Boy Scouts out on you.

So you want some coffee, tea, trip to Hawaii?

Any calls?

Yeah, you got a couple calls.

Lieutenant?

Yeah, and Chick called you twice.

Well, then tell him I'm busy.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing's the matter with me.

What's the matter with you?

Why are you acting like this?

Because he's out there, Suzanne, all right?

So if you want to help,just don't get in my way.

Dennis, you're losing control.

[SHOUTING] Stay out of my life, all right?

[ominous noir music]

Hey, man.

Not now.

[elevator doors shutting]

He still tripping?

Hard.

Let me buy you a cup of coffee.

[typing]

How you doing, kid?

You look like hell.

You called me all the wayin here to tell me that?

[typing]

Give me a second to finish this.

Why?

Do you think typing reports in triplicate

is going to stop Reilly, Di Nardo?

What the hell is going on?

You're out of line, Booker.

Reilly killed three cops.

We all want him.

I know what you're going through.

That's why I called.

I want you to see this.

Mitch!

OK, here we go.

This is what they call onTV, the dramatic reenactment.

Reilly gets into the back.

The gun is taped to the bottomof the front seat, like this.

Nothing fancy, just plainhardware-store duct tape.

He waits for the rightmoment, reaches under, and--

The car's clean.

How do you figure that?

When you rip the tapeoff, it leaves a residue.

Now, check this-- the front seat from the car

Reilly was riding in.

Look here.

The mark's the same.

So you think someone planted the gun

before Reilly got in the car.

Yeah.

Someone inside.

Like a police mechanic.

According to the service log,that would be Harv Warkowski.

[tools clattering]

[ominous noir music]

[traffic sounds]

[cars braking]

[doors shutting]

No, you stay here.

We're breaking policy as it is.

[footsteps receding]

[police scanner chatter]

[car horns honking]

[ominous noir music]

[rustling around in drawer]

DI NARDO: The cash, the plane ticket--

it all fits, nice and neat.

Yeah, too neat.

Hey, it happens.

Some perp offers a guy morecash than he sees in a year

on his civil servant's pay.

He plants a gun and gets killed for his trouble.

Maybe there is justice in the world.

Hello?

Booker?

Anybody home?

Something's missing.

Yeah, a happy ending.

This is probably why he stuck around,

to clean up the witnesses.

He's got to be long gone by now.

Nah, he's here, waiting.

For what?

Me.

[shutting of gate]

[opening of gate]

[footsteps]

[ominous noir music]

They loaded you through this door.

[door creaking]

[door slamming]

The tape was on the passenger side.

You'd pull away from the courthouse,

ride along, waiting.

You leaned down.

The gun's under the seat.

He can see you bent over.

[gunshot]

No, it didn't happen that way!

You leaned down the other way,so the driver can't see you.

You feel for the gun.

The passenger can see you're bent over.

[gunshot]

It didn't happen that way, either!

Jeez!

You're riding along.

Your shoulders don't move.

You slip your hands down.

You lift your leg up.

It's in your boot.

[two gunshots]

[thunder rolling]

[rainfall]

[gasping]

Going somewhere, Miss Simmons?

I'm going to call you Lindsey.

That's what Reilly calls you, right?

What are you doing here?

Trial's not over.

Where are you going?

Away.

I have an armed client who escaped custody,

and I am scared.

Oh, cut the act, Counselor.

You're in it together.

He's your lover, isn't he?

Oh, you poor boy.

You really need help.

Don't you get it?

Look at me.

He used you.

And once he's done with you, you're going

to end up just like the rest.

You're out of your mind.

Am I?

Look, you're the only one he left alive.

Come on.

What are you doing?

We're going to play a little game, all right?

And I'll bet your life on it.

[ominous noir music]

[phone booth closing]

DENNIS: [ANSWERING MACHINE] Hi, Reilly.

We're not here right now.

We've gone to the fun house.

You caught me there once.

Wanna see if you can do it again?

[ominous noir music]

I figured it out, Lindsey.

It was in his boot.

You gave him the gun.

[amusement park noises]

[fake explosion]

[funhouse music]

[shuffling feet]

[maniacal laughter]

Booker!

It's me, your pal.

This is neat, man.

Come on out and play.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

[slide whistle]

Not like you to hold aninnocent person hostage, Dennis.

No one is innocent, Reilly.

She gave you the gun.

[gunshot]

[maniacal laughter]

[door opening and shutting]

Don't you read the papers?

It was taped to the seat.

DENNIS: You put the tape there, Reilly.

You did it after you killed thetwo cops, you son of a bitch.

[smacking lips]

Such language.

[gunshot]

Let her go, Dennis.

Let's make it you and me, buddy.

Just like old times.

[train bell ringing]

[collision]

[maniacal laughter]

[gunshot]

You ever ask yourself why you caught me?

Huh, Dennis?

You wanna know?

[footsteps]

Hey, Dennis.

Don't you want to know?

You caught me because you're just like me.

We were destined to meet.

It was fate.

No, it was luck.

Bad luck, Reilly.

[heavy breathing]

Oof.

How do you like it, Reilly?Huh?

Huh?

How does it feel, Reilly?

Go on.

You know you want to.

[gun cocking]

No.

I'm not like you.

Too bad.

Reilly, no!

[gunshot]

[body falling]

[footsteps]

My lawyer.

She's innocent.

The gun, Reilly.

Who gave it to you?

[footsteps approaching]

Listen, when the police get here,

tell them how it happened.

They'll know where to find me.

[footsteps receding]

LINDSEY: Booker!

[gasping]

I loved him.

[gun clicking]

[ominous noir music]

I've got a few tricks of my own.

[heavy breathing]

Get yourself a good lawyer.

You're going to need it.

You have no evidence.

Right.

DENNIS: You know, it mustbe great being a musician--

playing for people, making them happy.

Tough luck about Reilly, Book.

Yeah.

So what's your next move?

I don't know.

I thought maybe you and I can go find the most

beautiful lake in the world.

That's if you're still talking to me.

[major chords on keyboard]

So what do you say?

[laughter]

Don't quit your day job.

Yeah.

JUDGE: The defendant, Peter Reilly, is dead.

His counsel is in custody pending trial

as an accessory to murder.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

you are discharged from duty.

Case number 7216A, thePeople versus Peter Reilly

is dismissed.

[pounding of gavel]

[melancholy music]

[splash]

[music playing - "booker theme"]

[SINGING] I feel the beaton the street tonight.

The lights are bright, andit feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready to--

[MUSIC PLAYING - "STEPHEN J. CANNELL PRODUCTIONS THEME"]