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I can see you want to do it just like you did before.

Let's take our lives together.

Baby, take your time and show me how you can love me more.

Thank you everybody. This is short break. We're open.

Have a great day, baby.

Oh, ain't love grand?

Yeah. I want you to write a song about it.

Johnny, you haven't met my friend Mark Burgos, Johnny Domino.

Nice to meet you. How you doing?

You play a good horn.

Thanks. You ever play in the Big Apple?

Yeah, a couple times down the village.

Couldn't make it, huh?

No, I just like the West Coast.

Hey, not everybody's cut out for the big leagues.

So, Mark, why did you leave the Big Apple?

It's the climate, you know?

The heat there was killing me.

Hello?

Hey, Dino.

I'm here.

I gotta go.

What's the matter? I gotta get out of here.

Or wait.

Hey, what?

What was that about? I don't know. I'll get some more advice from him. I'm gonna

check him out.

Sure.

Hey.

Dio!

Die a fiery death!

You dirty rat!

Die a

fiery

death!

Go.

Black Knight.

Nightman. Long time no see.

I didn't know you were back.

Just hit town.

We should try to get off to a better start. I did last.

I don't suppose

that's any of your handiwork.

No, but I think I know who's in there.

I'll get in touch with you later? Yeah. Peace.

So the Black Knight is back in town. Did he say why?

We didn't have time to chat.

You think it's connected to Mark's death in some way?

Right now I'm not sure anyone thinks that.

We'll need to find out what kind of explosives were used. Make that a top

priority.

Well, well, look at this. A flock of feds.

Or is it a gaggle? Nice to see you again, Lieutenant Bronco.

Uh-huh. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?

We are here to confirm the identity of the deceased.

It takes four of you to do that?

Is it true the victim was Mark Burgos? That's right.

You know him? We're not at liberty to say.

However, we will be taking over this investigation. Whoa, Inspector Grant.

Murder is not a federal offense.

But bombings fall under the Department of Alcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco. Of

which you are not.

All right, Lieutenant.

Let me rephrase my earlier statement. The federal government would like to

offer your department our assistance in solving this crime.

Why, thank you, Inspector.

I think we can work together just fine.

As long as you remember who was in charge of this case.

He must have been flayed.

I was only a few minutes behind him when that car went up.

So how did you lose him?

He must have got out of tracking range when I stopped at the fire.

Yeah, you're probably right. I just wish you were.

Why?

What's up?

The victim.

Mark Burgos was actually Dino Terra.

The mob informant?

Yeah. After he testified last year, we gave him plastic surgery, a new

identity, and relocation from New York to Bay City.

So the mob hired Slade to find him and take him out?

Probably.

There's some chance Dino got nailed to something he did as Mark Burgos.

He was still a wise guy at heart.

But we're warning all the other protected witnesses in the area.

Sounds like I better find Slade.

Yeah, you should have seen them.

Four feds standing there with egg on their face.

Sounds like a real Kodak moment.

Good work.

Thanks. Now I just got one problem.

What's that?

The whole thing in the damn case.

I'm afraid we can't help him.

Berger's got a five-second call that scared the hell out of him.

Yeah, and then he blasted out of here like the devil himself was after him.

Well, judging by the crime scene, say the devil caught him.

Looks like Mark Burgos' life is pretty much an open book.

Would you like somebody who got in fifth grade history?

Come on. You're kidding.

No, man. I have never seen records this complete.

Is there any chance it's too complete?

You know, it's weird. I mean, most of us do have little gaps or inconsistencies

in our lives.

Yeah.

You think someone made it up?

You know, Brian, you did say that the feds are interested in Mark's murder.

I'll give her a call.

He stayed out.

Inspector Grant.

Lieutenant Branca.

What can I do for you?

Well, you can tell the truth for a change.

About?

We can start with Mark Burgos.

His idea is phony. His past is manufactured, which means he was

probably in the Federal Witness Protection Program.

I'm impressed.

Press enough to level with me?

Let's talk upstairs.

His real name is Dino Terra.

He was the third protected witness killed this week.

Third?

Two others in the Los Angeles area three days ago.

Same basic M.O., including the use of explosive ordnance.

You ever hear of a hitman named Slade?

Slade? I thought he was some kind of myth.

Oh, he is.

And more.

Slade is living at the moment right here in Bay City.

Are you kidding?

I've certainly heard a lot of stories about him.

Mostly true.

Big as a house, strong as a Knox, trained as a Marine.

A lerp.

Long way for reconnaissance patrol.

Yeah, yeah.

I heard this one story about his being in Burma before it became Myanmar. You

heard that one?

That one's true.

Four-man recon team checking things out when the military coup occurred.

He got cut off and surrounded by a company-sized force. Huge.

The others had given him up for dead.

The man walked out of the jungle the next morning carrying ten Kalashnikov

rifles.

I thought Slade was a man.

Not according to Inspector Grant.

Man, I have heard some stories.

So you think it was Slade they caught?

Looks like it.

No wonder Mark or Dino took off in such a panic.

So it sounds like you and Grant are finally seeing eye to eye.

Well, not all together.

Which is why I'm here talking to you guys.

Oh. I thought it was just payback for giving you the tip on Bergo with his

phony history.

Actually, I'm here because Art Bryson is back in town.

So I'm talking to Grant.

So what about him?

Well, last time around, Art and I didn't exactly form a lasting bond.

No kidding.

Police. Hands on the bar.

Do it now.

What's the kebab?

Talk about it on the way down, too.

How was I supposed to know he'd infiltrate that gang as an undercover

operative? So maybe he's doing the same thing this time around.

Except this time there is no gang.

Slade always works alone.

Art could be working on a totally different case.

That's true, but... Look, you always seem to know what was on Art's

mind.

If he does show up here, I'd really appreciate whatever those instincts of

yours can tell me.

Sure.

Okay, your power pack is fully charged, but not going to last you all night.

I won't be long.

Stay in touch. You got it.

I got you.

Like that!

It's swell dancing with you, darling.

But I think we'll finish our business someplace a little more private.

Oh, sugar, I don't know what I was telling you.

Much, much better all alone, isn't it?

Oh, God, I love this part.

So you die, and I kill you.

My kind of ending, Black Knight.

I wish I could say I'm sorry, but into that old Black Knight you go, baby.

Take it, Knight.

Night.

Me.

Nightmare. Yeah.

How do you feel?

Not too bad.

You said I didn't expect to wake up at all.

Guess you had something to do with that, huh?

I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

I'll be a lot better when we catch Slade.

Give me a chance to return this.

This attack was no coincidence.

Slade knew I was coming.

I think you've got a leak.

Where? None of the support staff know anything about this operation.

So you're basically accusing one of my squad of selling us out. That's exactly

what I'm saying.

Oh, come on, Hart.

I've worked with these men for nearly ten years.

We've all laid our lives on the line for each other.

Okay, you tell me what's going on.

Maybe I can.

Harris, did you get those motel phone records yet? That's affirmative, sir.

Bring them in.

What time did you arrive at the motel?

A little after 11.15.

All right.

Harris, did Slade get a phone call last night around 11.15?

Yes, sir.

11.17.

Lasted less than a minute. Do we know where it came in from?

From the paper on the front of the motel.

Mystery found.

Cleve must have had a lookout posted somewhere outside the motel.

He saw you coming, huh?

to the world as a terror so from a distance you see shrapnel and debris and

in an instant you got to recognize it's me black belt african through the eight

degrees the champion is me red one

So go tell a friend and go on and go on. The movement of the dreaded fifth no

longer will be slept on.

Dreaded fifth of the Northwest, gotta be cautious.

How we exhibit our style to the people. It's a soul to see from a token.

To match the victor is no equal to this. A way where we've been chosen right

through explaining. Poetry in my motion, coasting in and out of range. So they

think I switched on the timing.

Keep surprising line by line. I continue with jabbing at that syphilis.

These guys are pretty good.

Oh yeah, they are gonna kill i'm thinking of adding another week to their

booking so did you get in touch with art yeah the fed said that slade hired some

guy to watch his back outside the motel and he warned him art was coming yeah

they didn't contact us first they could have a swat team there inside of 20

minutes something's not right what are you thinking

they said that this guy called slade From a payphone in front of the motel.

Yeah, so?

If Slade went to the trouble to hire someone, he wouldn't use a payphone.

Right. Someone else could have been using it at the critical moment.

So, you think the feds are lying to Art?

Maybe I should run my own phone check on that motel.

Later.

Oh, Daddy loves you.

Booyah.

Nice.

Think to me.

I'm ready to rock. Do you want me to roll?

A lady.

Nice.

Right.

Delicious.

Lieutenant.

I've tried to put aside our past differences and to work with you as an

equal. But when you walk in here making that kind of wild accusation... There is

nothing wild about it, I assure you.

One of your men is a traitor.

And I can prove it.

All right.

Who?

Agent Harris.

Please.

See for yourself.

Harris called Slade on his cell phone last night to warn him about Art Bryson.

And he falsified the phone records he gave you.

These are the authentic ones.

That's not all.

Here's the record for a safe deposit box that he rented last month. I bet you'll

find it loaded with mob payoffs.

I can't believe it.

But you're right. You got the proof.

The newspapers are going to have a field day with this.

Not for me.

I've kept it strictly between us.

Thank you. I really appreciate that.

Well, I guess we'd better get this over with.

Harris, could you come in? Bring Keller and Aldridge, too.

On our way, sir.

Why involve them?

We've always been a team, good or bad.

Sir?

Gentlemen, we have a problem.

Lieutenant Bronco here has brought me proof that one of you is a traitor.

Therefore, you know what we have to do.

Get rid of him.

Okay, that's the plan.

I'll see you later. Be careful. Yes, sir.

When you get this message, give me a call at the club.

Thanks.

You haven't got a hold of Bryony yet?

No. I talked to Nance down at the station. He said that she got those

phone records and took off to see Grant, and he doesn't think that she's been

back. And since her shift officially ended about an hour ago, doesn't expect

to see her till tomorrow.

Did she try her at her house?

And on herself, one of the left messages in both places.

You know, I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure she's fine.

All right.

All right.

Get your hands off me.

Sit her down.

All right, you stay here with her.

We'll go take care of our other problem.

All right.

You know you guys are never going to get away with this.

Why is that?

Come on.

Poor agent.

All selling out at once.

Yeah, right.

So this is where you're going to be, the...

Howard residence?

No.

Wait a minute, I thought you and Art decided to... We did.

But Blade's always been one step ahead of us.

The only way to catch this guy is... be unpredictable.

Makes sense. So where are you going?

I'll be in touch.

Anything going on?

Nope, not here.

What's up?

One of the locals is getting in the way.

Not that we can't handle him.

You got three guys working overtime to tell me that.

You know me, Art.

Always willing to spend the taxpayers' money at the slightest whim.

Actually, this local problem is going to necessitate a slight change of plan.

What kind of change?

We got to move faster, Art.

Get rid of the dead, Wood.

I'm not sure I follow you.

Maybe we can help with that.

Gentlemen.

So what's your hunch?

What?

I know you're playing a hunch, so what is it?

All of Slade's victims have been in the witness protection program.

And there's a big case being tried right now.

Oh, right, right. The Grandizio case in Chicago.

And the star witness is testifying tomorrow.

Grandizio's girlfriend, so?

So if they want to send her a message, they might go after another girlfriend.

Singer. Oh, man, you think Slade might be going after her?

That's right

Yeah, this better be good.

Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

He's stopping.

Did he see you? No.

He's talking on a cell phone.

Are you sure?

Yeah, well listen, Junior G, man. It really doesn't matter to me.

Right.

Whatever.

Feds.

Go figure.

He's turning around.

You still going to go after him?

Yeah. I'll keep in touch.

So, you guys coordinated this whole murder spree.

Told the mob where the witnesses were.

Helped set up the targets.

Slade doesn't need anyone to set up his targets.

I bet you got his back if anything goes wrong, huh?

Don't grab on me like that.

Art Bryson.

So you're the local that outsmarted these crooks.

Guilty.

I see by those handcuffs you are the one honest person in their whole

organization. Looks like it.

So which one of you heroes is going to be the trigger man?

Somebody volunteer for it?

Or maybe you're going to draw straws.

We're not killers, Art.

We leave that to the professions.

Speak of the devil, and I do mean that quite literally.

You rag!

That slave.

I guess if you're going to go, I may as well be at the hands of a celebrity.

We're catching some heat, so we're going to have to terminate the operation.

We'll need your help.

Tying up a couple of loose ends.

You know my Christ.

Consider it met.

Consider them done.

Look, we're going to have to be careful about when and where the bodies are

found. That's not a problem. You see, it's all in the cut.

Just hold very still.

Art, can you take care of the lights?

I'll keep them busy.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

We didn't even touch it. It just fell over.

It doesn't just fall over.

Hey, hey, come on. Now, you guys, just take it easy.

Take it easy, all right? They're running!

Hey!

Hello, boss.

Go.

Looks like you get to become part of the old suede legend.

You did put up a hell of a fight, though.

Too bad you just came up a little short.

Is that right?

I don't suppose you'd like to try me head up?

Don't get cute.

You got to lose, big man.

You're standing there holding a single-shot grenade, aren't you? Shut up

and stand still!

I don't want to waste the ammunition.

Well, you know what I like to do in situations like this?

What? Charge!

Man, take a breath.

Be the last one you ever take.

Are you okay?

Broke a couple of ribs, I think.

You better go meet your backup, Lieutenant.

Stay with him.

I'll get you a paramedic.

Did you know the shell was a dud?

It wasn't.

What do you mean?

Warming time.

The shell has to spin several thousand times before it arms itself.

Usually takes about 15 yards.

So I couldn't explode.

You better disappear.

What about the lady cop?

We'll let her take credit for the buzz.

Won't care about me.

Be careful.

Some superhero.

Yeah, your mama.