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Let's go home. It's late.

I can't. I promised Ernie I'd have his car ready by tomorrow.

Come home now, you might get lucky.

I get any luckier, I'm gonna take you to Vegas and marry you tonight.

You promised me we'd do it right.

I'm not gonna let you off the hook.

[bell ringing, horn honking]

Oh, your brother's here.

Tell him I'm busy.

Ten bucks says he's gonna hit you up for a loan.

Hey, Andy. Hey, Jan.

I've gotta finish up.

Well, it looks like you're all set. Yep.

Nothin' like a fresh start, huh, Frank?

I got a good gig lined up in Albany.

It's legal, Frank.

Good. That's what I like to hear.

But I was wondering if, uh, if you could loan me a few bucks…

Just 'til I get that first paycheck.

You've always been there for me, Frank.

Hey. Ever forward?

Yeah, yeah.

I'll be back for the wedding. I promise.

Don't stay so late.

You know something? You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

[screaming]

Oh, God.

Jan.

Baby.

Hold me, Frank.

I'm so cold. So… cold.

Ohh-oh.

Heh. Hey, what, uh… what…

She's gonna be okay, right?

I'll pay for everything.

Last thing I need is another DUI.

Uh, listen, this oughta take care of it.

Frank Gibson, you have been found guilty of second-degree manslaughter,

and I hereby sentence you to three years…

in the state of Massachusetts minimum security prison.

[gavel banging]

Come on! Go! Go!

Hit him! Come on! I have a feeling…

He's gonna win this.

Damn! Come on, Frank. He's all yours. Get your ass back in there.

You're dead, motherfucker. You're gonna break him. Get back in there.

- Get him down! - Mess him up! Mess him up!

Come on!

Frank, he's all yours, Frank!

Yeah! Yeah! Come on, Frank!

[shouting continues]

He's all yours, Frank. Come on, Frank. Take him down, Frank.

Come on, Frank. He's all yours, Frank.

Come on! Take the man down!

You're dead, motherfucker. You're dead.

You're dead.

Sorry about that.

[applause]

You're the man, Frank.

You are the man. You're the man. You're the man.

My man. Shit. You're the man. Come on.

[men chattering] Damn, Frank, you're gettin' better and better.

Listen, I'll catch you later, huh?

Yeah, my man. Peace. You is all good.

Yo, Gibson.

I want you to put in a good word with the assignment clerk.

Have him transfer me to the library.

Do it yourself, Elkins. You're pretty good at gettin' what you want.

- Not with him. - That's your problem now, isn't it?

I'll compensate you. Don't worry.

I don't want your money.

Back off, Gibson.

You're a fool. Bad things happen to fools.

You know you're startin' to sound like a broken record, Elkins?

But you stay out of my face. You understand that?

Back off.

Yo, Frank.

Won't have to put up with him much longer. Heard he's gettin' an early parole.

Early parole? Yeah. He'll need a real job…

like the rest of us since Uncle Sam took all the millions he scammed.

Good.

[Jan laughing]

[remembering] I get any luckier, I'm gonna

take you to Vegas and marry you tonight.

Mm-mmm. You promised me we'd do it right.

[keys jingling, door slamming]

Elkins. The shipment came in today.

Well done. Well done.

Hey, Elkins, how 'bout giving me a hand here?

I'm busy.

[bell ringing]

Let's go! That's lunch!

[men chattering]

[indistinct] What a mess. Ready, Mr. Elkins?

Yeah.

Any hot tips today? Nah, the stock market's in the toilet.

Put your money in real estate, Watters.

Commercial land. That's the ticket.

Bet you can't wait to get out, right? Three more weeks…

And I get my life back.

Guess he's not leaving early after all.

Whoops. [laughing]

Wrong place, wrong time, Gibson.

[walkie-talkie] I got reports of shots fired. What the hell's goin' on?

That's right. Gibson killed Elkins. He's trying to escape.

[Watters] He's headed to the northwest sector.

Attention, all personnel. We've got a code red.

I repeat: Code red. Immediate lockdown.

[alarm blaring] I want a tac squad on full alert in the northwest sector now.

[alarm continues]

[panting]

Go!

Over there! You!

His footprints.

[walkie-talkie] ...The northwest area.

Headin' north.

[twig snapping]

You're history, Gibson.

[gunshot]

Move it! Move it!

There's a man over there! Come on!

Move! Move it! Let's go! Let's go!

Damn! Oh, no.

Shit. Over here!

[guards shouting]

Sir, he got Watters, and he's armed as well.

Listen to me, Pappas. If you need to shoot him, do it. Is that clear?

You heard that?

I want that fucker's head for my lodge pole.

There he is!

[gunfire]

Gibson just cut across the road, by the rows.

There he is!

[walkie-talkie] We got him. He's headed for the state line.

[barking] Get him, boy!

Go, boy!

[water splashing]

Give me that.

- [barking] - This is for Watters.

Come on! Let's go!

[groaning]

Damn!

[Pappas] Let's go!

[dogs barking]

[barking continues]

[whining]

[walkie-talkie] Looks like the dogs lost the scent.

He's gone either up or downstream.

[engine starting] Hey. Hey!

Hey! Hey! Come back! Come back!

Hey!

- [phone ringing] - [woman] Elkins residence.

- Hello? - Mrs. Elkins, please. It's Warden Jackson.

Mrs. Elkins, it's the prison calling.

Hello, tiger.

Hello. This is Warden Jackson, Mrs. Elkins.

I'm sorry to have to inform you.

- What's wrong? - Your husband. He's been murdered.

- Murdered? - We're doing everything

we can to catch the man responsible.

How could this happen?

[engine sputtering, backfiring]

[static crackling] Affirmative. What's his 20?

Gibson just stole an A.T.V., and he's headed for the state line.

[Warden] I assume the F.B.I. is making this a priority.

That's why they sent me. Gibson's file.

Three years for second-degree manslaughter.

Hmm.

State care at age six. In and out of foster homes.

- Had a few arrests when he was younger. - Disorderly conduct.

- Grand theft auto. - Cost him three months in county.

Well, minus the manslaughter, he managed to stay out of trouble after that.

Until today.

Any family? A kid brother. Also got into trouble.

Piece of work, those two.

Why do you think he killed Elkins?

If there's one thing I've learned after 30 years in this profession,

it's that people don't change.

Meaning? It was a fit of rage that got him in here, Agent Gallagher.

And history repeated itself.

Lady, I saw it with my own eyes, okay?

Those two hated each other. Ask anyone. They got into a beef two days before.

Gibson made threats.

Fucker's got a real hair up his ass, let me tell ya.

He killed my partner.

If you catch that prick, I want first crack at him.

You mean when we catch him.

Ah. Say hello, Pappas.

[TV audio indistinct, siren blaring]

Help yourself, Vince.

You let a simple thing get messy. Why is that?

It's not my fault that fucking convict showed up.

Hey, I talked to the feds. It's cut and dried they think he did it.

It's as perfect as it gets.

You wouldn't know perfect if it jumped up and bit you in the ass.

Gibson's a loose end. It complicates things.

I want my fuckin' money, Vince. Elkins is dead. That was the deal.

That's why I'm here.

[clock chiming, cuckooing]

[newscaster] Thank you, Tom. We go now live...

To the scene of the Elkins estate, where Donna Lee is on the scene.

Donna, what can you tell us at this time?

Behind me is the Elkins estate, located in the elite section of west Albany.

We've been unable to get a statement from either his wife or daughter.

State police and the F.B.I. are still searching for Frank Gibson,

Elkins' alleged murderer, who also killed a guard during his escape.

If you should happen to see this man, contact your local authorities immediately.

I'm Donna Lee, reporting live from west Albany.

[newscaster] Thank you, Donna, for that report.

[doorbell rings]

[knocking]

Mr. Pappas?

I've got your shipment of vitamins.

[dog barking]

Hello.

Mr. Pappas?

Thanks. This just came in for you.

[phone ringing]

Seems Elkins had quite a few enemies.

I'm not surprised, all the people he defrauded. Even my aunt lost money.

- Maybe she did it. - Yeah, maybe.

She's hell with a baseball hat.

Albany.

[woman] I've got that invoice here. [man] Thank you.

[newscaster] Harvey Elkins, once the toast of Wall Street.

He made and lost millions on the junk bond market.

Elkins was serving a three-year sentence for securities fraud…

Hey, boss. The Algonquin Hotel only wanted four guards…

For the event on Saturday.

Talked them into taking six. Nice work.

"[newscaster] …Frank Gibson. He's 6'2" tall…

And 220 pounds.

He has blond hair and brown eyes…

And is believed to be headed towards the Albany area.

Gibson escaped shortly after Elkins' body was discovered.

He was serving time in the minimum-security prison for manslaughter.

He's believed to be armed and dangerous.

Nice and easy, pal, or I'll drop you where you stand.

You're him, all right. Turn around, you son of a bitch.

Hands on the fuckin' wall! Now!

Spread 'em!

Now you listen to me, okay?

I didn't do it.

[radio dispatcher] All units, escaped prisoner Frank Gibson,

seen in the vicinity of Oak and 34th, assaulted officer,

left eastbound on foot.

Wiretaps are being set up at the brother's apartment and the pool hall.

- Surveillance? - Already taken care of.

[ringing]

Boyd.

Right. Got it.

Gibson's in Albany.

Just attacked a police officer and got away.

Time for me to have a little chat with Andy Gibson.

Run him in if he gives you any trouble. Let him spend a night in the box.

Not when we can use him as bait.

- [tapping desk] - Hey, Vince. How you doin', man?

How's the security business? Never better, man, never better.

When you gonna cut that thing off?

- Oh, yeah. - [phone ringing]

Yeah. Two minutes. All right.

Harvey Elkins. Hell, that's no great loss, is it?

[laughing] What's the status on the guy that killed him?

Mmm. He's playin' in our backyard now.

No, shit.

So, uh,

me and Frank used to be close.

We had a falling-out a couple years back.

I gotta be the last person Frank would contact.

That's why you visited him every month?

Come on, Andy. Let's not play games. Your brother committed murder, not shoplifting.

Frank didn't kill anybody.

Well, there's a lot of angry cops out there that say he did.

They're lookin' to take him out.

If you care about your brother,

you better hope I find him first.

[phone ringing]

Gallagher. Yeah, Gallagher. Boyd.

The warden just called. The guy that saw Gibson kill Elkins?

Pappas. His mailman found him dead. Heart attack.

Dead? Yep.

Have them do an autopsy.

Yeah, they're on it. How's the brother?

No great help, but what do you expect? Talk to you later.

Look, I told you. You'll be reimbursed as soon as I have the money.

Yes, I intend to pay you, along with everyone else.

Then take a number. Stand in line.

And pack a lunch. It's a long line.

He's not even buried, and the cockroaches are comin' out of the walls.

So, when did my dear old daddy leave us?

Here's your wake-up call, Lisa. Nothing. You, me and the dog. Nothing.

- We don't have a dog. - You get the point.

What's the house worth?

Try this one. Harvey maxed us out.

There's a first, second and a third mortgage.

If it sells, after commissions, fees,

we'll probably have enough left over for a couple of sleeping bags.

You better start checkin' the want ads.

Your daddy's no longer payin' the bills.

I'm just gonna grab some lunch. Thought you might like to know.

[honking horn]

Sounds like you need a new valve job there, buddy.

Son of a bitch, Frank!

You scared the shit outta me.

Yeah, well, just keep drivin'. Look straight ahead, would ya?

What the hell happened, Frank?

You even got the fuckin' F.B.I. lookin' for you.

Two guards killed Harvey Elkins. I saw it.

- They're sayin' you wasted a guard. - He was one of them.

Besides, it was an accident.

He didn't leave me any choice.

Look, I might have a lead.

The guard's partner called this number in Albany half a dozen times.

Always at 2:00 p.m. I call the number, nobody answers.

I gotta find out who it is. I need your help, Andy.

I might know someone who can get you a name and a location.

It's gonna take me a while to set it up.

It's my backup. Take it. I'll page you when it's cool.

Tell you where we can meet.

- You oughta get your ass to Canada. - I can't do that.

Bullshit you can't. These guys are gonna bring you in dead, not alive, Frank.

Forget Elkins.

- You killed one of their own. - You think

I'll spend the rest of my life runnin'…

because somebody made me their patsy, you're wrong.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Someone named who?

Whoever had Elkins killed. That's what I wanna find out.

Well, you know I'll help. Whatever it takes.

Take that. It's only half of what I owe you. I'll get you the rest later.

Looks like the shoe's on the other foot, huh?

Hey, Andy. Thanks.

Thank me after I lose this cop.

[horn honking]

My appetite's changed a bit. I'm gonna grab a massage instead.

Oh, man.

[phone ringing] Sweetie, give me a cup of coffee to go, please.

Right away, Mr. Mallick.

Hello?

You're right on time.

Don't worry about Frank Gibson. Worry about holding up your end.

That's the safest thing you can do for yourself.

I'll meet you there tonight.

[Mrs. Elkins] Tell the accounting department to check my records.

I sent you a check six months ago.

I know there's still a balance.

You're not listening to me. I want to sell them back to you.

That's right. All three.

Fine.

No, no.

I'll be expecting your call by tomorrow.

[whispering] Phone book. Come on. Phone book.

[ringing]

[ringing continues]

[answering machine] Hi. There's no one home to take your call.

Please leave a message... you the wife?

[woman] Hi, Sylvia. I'm sorry I missed you.

It's Lee. Listen… you know who I am?

Yes. [Lee] Give me a call.

I didn't kill your husband, but I saw it go down.

Whoever killed him is gonna get away with it if I fry.

Sylvia?

There's an F.B.I. agent downstairs…

wants to speak with you.

Tell 'em you'll be right down. Tell 'em you'll be right down!

I'm coming!

You want the F.B.I. to come up here?

If you didn't do it, why don't you turn yourself in?

No. I don't think they're ready for that yet.

He's here! He's in the house!

Frank Gibson's in the house!

Call 911. Do it now!

Hey! F.B.I.! Freeze!

All units, escaped prisoner Frank Gibson seen in the vicinity…

of 31 Hillsdale Drive.

Wearing blue sweatshirt and jeans. Let's move.

All units, escaped prisoner Frank Gibson observed westbound on foot…

in the vicinity of Third and Twelfth Street.

Be advised: He is considered armed and dangerous.

[Gallagher] What do you mean they lost Andy?

That's just great, Boyd.

I don't know what Gibson's up to, but it doesn't make sense to me either.

There he is.

[tires squealing]

[gunfire]

[horn honking]

You son of a bitch!

[beeping]

Fights like a heavyweight. We're outta here.

[siren wailing]

[knocking] All right. Okay.

Any problem losin' the tail? No.

Just like when we used to play army.

This guy's the best, Frank. If anybody can get us this info, it's him.

Chow down, buddy. It's gonna be a while.

Thanks.

Still miss her, don't you?

Oh, Andy, there ain't a day goes by I don't think about her.

I miss that life. I miss Jan.

But you know what's funny?

I care about life again.

Life means somethin' to me.

And I'm not gonna let 'em take away what little dignity I got left.

What if Gibson and Elkins had some kind of illicit business deal going on?

Elkins double-crosses Gibson, pays for it with his life.

And Gibson shows up here to collect.

That's why he needed the address book.

I just don't see Gibson dealing with Elkins.

Well, they might be the odd couple. Can't rule it out.

Hey, Andy, I got it!

[beeping]

It's a pay phone. It's on 10th Street. 1456.

Steve's coffee shop. That's great.

Whoever was using it did not want his calls traced.

What if you don't find out who's behind this before the cops get to you?

I ain't runnin', Andy. You hear me?

Let me help. You bailed my ass out plenty of times.

Now I get to return the favor.

You already helped me, kid. I involved you too much as it is.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

Come on, Andy. I'm not gonna give 'em the satisfaction.

What'd I always tell you?

Ever forward, huh?

Sylvia.

Glad you could make it.

Where's the rest?

You'll get the other half when you take care of Frank Gibson.

[waitress] Can I get you guys anything else?

- Bingo. - Thanks. - Bye.

- Good morning. - Morning, Mr. Mallick.

Dolores, get me a cup of coffee to go, will you?

Sure thing, Mr. Mallick. Right away.

[man] Order up.

- [man] You workin' late tonight? - [waitress] Yeah.

Here you go. Thanks.

[man] Got those fries up for ya.

- Freeze, motherfucker! - [woman screaming]

Open the goddamn drawer. [register beeping]

Put all the money on the counter now!

That can't be all of it. You holdin' out on me? Huh? You holdin' out on me?

What's a guy gotta do to get another cup of coffee around here?

Are you fuckin' stupid?

Gimme all your money!

Boy, you're gonna be disappointed.

Kiss your ass good-bye, motherfucker.

[woman screaming]

You're him, right?

Yeah.

Go on.

Get outta here before I change my mind.

[siren wailing]

[officers shouting, indistinct]

[Vince on VCR] Where's the rest?

[door opening]

I've got something I think you should listen to.

Where's the rest?

You'll get the other half when you take care of Frank Gibson.

[Vince] Gibson wasn't part of the deal and you know it.

He's your fault, not mine.

[Vince] Your husband's dead, Sylvia. That's what you wanted.

[Sylvia] That's right. Harvey's out of the picture.

And now we both need the same for Frank Gibson, don't we?

You know that I can erase my voice off that tape, don't you?

Without my voice, you could be talking to anyone.

Couldn't you?

You fucking prick.

And then some.

It's all on video. You're quite photogenic.

Think of it as an insurance policy, Sylvia.

If I go down, you go down.

You don't get to spend all that money that you and old Harvey stashed away.

Now I want my other hundred grand by tomorrow night. Is that clear?

Something's goin' down at the coffee shop. Boyd's over there.

Boyd? That means Gibson. Get Ray back here now.

Where is it?

Pappas.

Bingo.

This is Boyd. Uh, yeah, lieutenant.

I'm at Star Billiards. Andy Gibson just showed up for work.

All right. Keep me informed.

Need any help?

Hey, Vince! How you doin'? Agent Gallagher.

Meet Vince Mallick. Nice to meet you.

And you.

And now we both need the same for Frank Gibson, don't we?

You're mine now.

Hey! Come back!

Boss, what's goin' down?

I got a way to nail Gibson for good.

Right now. Let's move.

- [Vince] You see that surveillance

back there? - [Ray] Yeah, I see him.

Watch this.

We have shots being fired at 3rd and Lindley. We have an officer down.

Officer needs assistance. I repeat: Officer needs assistance at 3rd and Lindley.

Very smooth. [dispatcher] All units, officer down.

Shots fired. Officer needs assistance. Third and Lindley.

My name's Lieutenant Jackson Pollack.

Your brother's been shot. He's in custody at county hospital.

He's asked for you. Frankly, I don't think he's gonna make it.

[phone ringing]

- Gallagher. - This is Frank Gibson.

Don't bother trying to trace the call. I'll be finished before then.

You've been busy, Gibson.

[sighs] I didn't kill Elkins,

but I know who arranged it.

I'm listening.

An ex-cop named Vince Mallick.

Owns Alliance Security. Sylvia Elkins hired him.

Why should I believe you?

Because I got a videotape courtesy of Mallick, that's why.

It's in Lemon Grove Park, under a black box in front of the statue.

Come alone. I don't want any of Mallick's ex-cronies coming with a different agenda.

Why don't you meet me there, Gibson? Turn yourself in.

You look at the tape first. Then we'll talk.

Oh, and, Gallagher.

Mallick and ex-guard Pappas?

They went to the academy together.

[beeping]

[chuckles] Andy.

- Hey, Andy. - I'm sorry, Frank.

Get out while you can. What's wrong, Andy?

What's wrong is, you have my property, Gibson.

I want it back now. Mallick, if you hurt my brother...

Shut up and listen. I'll make it very simple for you: Your brother for the tape.

You got 30 minutes to make it to the east side train yard.

At the corner of Peterson Boulevard, there's a gas station.

Go into the phone booth and wait for my call.

[click, dial tone]

Hold it!

Hold it! Freeze!

You're under arrest.

- It's over, Gibson. - Mallick's got my brother.

Don't make me shoot you.

That's what you're gonna have to do.

I don't have a choice.

Shit!

Hey. Who's that?

What are you doin' out there?

- Hey! - Sorry.

Hey! That's my truck! [indistinct]

Hey, what are you doin' with my truck?

Aw, damn!

That's right. Put out an APB on the tow truck.

It's headed west on Washington near 44th.

And, Boyd, I want you to bring your buddy Mallick in for questioning.

What? You heard me.

There's a chance that he may be involved, along with Sylvia Elkins.

And run a check on Pappas, see if he and Mallick were in the same graduating class.

Listen, Gallagher, Mallick is a stand-up guy. I'd go to war with him anytime.

You may have to. Now get on it.

[beeps]

Here you go, Mrs. Elkins. Thank you.

Thank you, Harvey.

I've got some questions I need answers to, Mrs. Elkins.

He's alone.

[rings] [Vince] So far so good, Gibson.

I want my brother. That all depends on you.

After you enter the train yard, take the last access road to the end.

We'll find you. [dial tone]

- Hey, mister, I need my tire changed. - Sorry. I can't.

I've seen you somewhere before.

I don't think so.

The suitcases that I saw in the entry... they're yours?

Where you going? To honor Harvey's request:

To spread his ashes off a cliff in Spain.

It's where we met and honeymooned.

What are your plans after that?

There's nothing for me here.

I'll probably just travel with whatever money I have left.

Deal with reality later.

Interesting way to look at it.

Oh, there's just one more thing.

Tell me about Vince Mallick.

I don't know the name. Should I?

[doorbell ringing]

Special Agent Gallagher, please?

Gallagher. Gibson was just spotted outside of town heading into the train yard.

Let's go. Alliance was closed.

Mallick wasn't there. Get this: Mallick and

Pappas did graduate from the academy together.

Nice work.

Is Sylvia involved in this?

I'm sorry, but we don't have any new information at this point.

What did you tell them?

Nothing. But they know about you.

So what? I'm about to take Gibson out of the picture. They got nothin'.

Bad planning, Vince. And you were supposed to be the professional.

Listen to me, Sylvia.

They got no evidence. That means they got no case.

Get it?

Nice of you to join us, Gibson.

Thank you for returning that tape. Give me the tape.

You let him go, Mallick. I'm the one you want.

I can't do that.

[screaming]

[Vince] Come on!

Listen, there's the way to get to the tow truck. Go on.

Forget it. I leave with you.

Don't argue with me. Go on!

[yells]

[groaning] [kiai]

[groaning]

Come on! Come on! Come on!

[both yelling]

[growling]

We're almost there. I want all units stationed at the main entrance.

And no one goes in until we get there. Ten-four.

I can't see Mallick being involved in this.

[phone ringing]

Boyd.

Right. Yeah. Thanks.

That, uh, burglary at the Elkins' estate two years ago?

The investigating officer was one Vincent Mallick.

So, Sylvia Elkins was lying about knowing Mallick.

Drop it.

[engine starting]

[gun clicks]

[Frank groaning]

I'm just gettin' started, Gibson.

Come on!

Come on!

[sirens wailing]

Hey, kid.

It's over, Andy.

Not quite, you bastard.

The tape. Where is it?

[sirens wailing]

So much for the evidence.

Sorry. I can't allow the F.B.I. to hear your side of the story.

- Any last words? - [beeping]

Yeah. You forgot this.

[groaning]

- We got 'em. Come on. - I'm at the

third warehouse in the train yard.

- I need an ambulance and paramedics

right away. - Let's go! Go! Go!

Why'd you do it, Vince?

Easy money, Boyd.

[gasping] [officer shouting]

[Boyd] Must have been pretty damaging, whatever was on that tape.

[Gallagher] Guess we'll never know.

- Looks like we're gonna need his help - Whew. Close call, partner.

How you doin'? Ever forward, Frank.

Careful. His shoulder.

Mallick's dead.

Cops don't know about it yet.

Or about this.

- I want the money you were gonna pay him. - What money?

Oh, cut the crap, Sylvia.

It's all right here: You hiring Mallick to kill your husband…

So you could have the money he stashed.

Was it worth it? I thought you wanted to prove your innocence.

Oh, I think I'll just take the money and my chances in South America instead.

You've got it all figured out, haven't you? Oh, that's right. Yeah.

You got what you want, and…

I get a little something for all the trouble you put me through.

[footsteps] I'll buy it.

Dad was a fool to trust you, Sylvia, but I never thought you'd go this far.

Grow up, Lisa. He would have lost this just like he lost the rest.

I won't let you get away with what you've done.

The money's yours. All I want is the tape…

The evidence I need to bust her ass.

I wouldn't do that.

Hand it over. Now!

You'll never pull it off, Sylvia.

Wrong.

You'll both be dead, and our fugitive will be blamed for another murder… yours.

He's no longer a fugitive.

Drop it.

Do it now.

Give me the gun.

Read her her rights.

You're under arrest for the murder of Harvey Elkins.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, you have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the state.

Do you understand these rights?

Let's go, ma'am. Come on.

Cut it a little close, didn't you?

You should be used to that by now.