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RICHARD NIXON ON LOUDSPEAKERS:
Democrats as well as Republicans

want peace in the world.

Democrats as well as
Republicans want to find jobs

and prosperity without
war and without inflation.

Democrats as well as Republicans
want good education,

education...

Democrats as well as
Republicans want progress,

progress for their children
and their children's children

here and now.

One of the things that impresses
anyone who runs for any office,

particularly for president,

is to see the rising young
people that we have seen

by the hundreds
and thousands today...

Hey, you can't
put that up there.

Did you hear what I said?

(GRUNTS)

That's what they spotted when they
went after him. That's a good watch.

Is that blood on it?

Yeah, they stabbed him 14 times.

Do not move!

Come outside! Put your
hand on the gate!

Where's the other guy?

Rothman!
ROTHMAN: What now?

CLERK: Get your sweet
little ass out here.

GUNMAN: Come outside! Put
your hands on the gate!

We're going to locker number 84.

You! You're helping him.

Stop!

Put it down!

Back to the wall.

Tell me, where do you get
all your good information?

From Rothman.

I don't know anything about it.

Sure you do, Fred.

Take me with you.

Go ahead.
Get in the truck.

Oh, Fred, take this
with you, will you?

I can't breathe.

Your friend isn't fit for duty.

You don't look so good yourself.

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTS)

You've got balls of steel,
my friend.

(GROANS)

WOMAN DISPATCHER: All units,
be advised theft has occurred

at police depository building,
114 South Spring Street.

Four male suspects, no further
description available.

Officer down.
Repeat, officer down.

OFFICER: Dispatch,
this is unit 12.

We're in the vicinity.
Proceeding to...

REPORTER 1: A policeman was
shot less than an hour ago

in a daring Sunday morning raid

on the police evidence
depository building

in downtown Los Angeles.

Three of the officers
are reported dead.

A fourth, Officer Dennis Meechum,
is undergoing emergency surgery

at Queen of Angels hospital.

MAN: this afternoon,
and is resting quietly.

REPORTER 2: What are
his chances of recovery?

MAN: His condition
is still critical.

REPORTER 3: Is it true
you found the van?

REPORTER 4: Was one of the
dead officers an accomplice?

MAN: I have
no comment on...

INTERVIEWER:
Dennis Meechum,

a nine-year veteran of the
department and author of Inside Job,

the famous, or perhaps I should
say infamous, Nixon mask robbery

of a police evidence depository.

How do you reconcile your two
careers, cop and best-selling author?

DENNIS: With difficulty.

I guess I'd have to say I'm a police
officer first and a writer second.

INTERVIEWER: It's a difficult
combination of careers.

REPORTER: Medal of Valor today for
conduct above and beyond the call of duty

while participating in an undercover
arrest on April 17, 1981.

Sergeant Meechum... INTERVIEWER: Do
you plan to remain on the force?

DENNIS: Sure.
And also continue to write?

Yes.

(SHIP HORN BLOWS)

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Let's go!

Halt! Police!

Take him.
I'll get the goods.

Police! Don't make me
chase you, asshole!

You stupid bastard!

Right there, asshole!

(GRUNTING)

Freeze!

What the fuck are you doing?
I'm a cop.

(BELL RINGING)

Come on!

Okay, asshole, drive! Come
on, motherfucker, drive!

I ain't driving nowhere, motherfucker.
I'm on my break.

You stay back, it's
a police emergency.

Will you get the hell out
of here before you get hurt?

MAN: Can I help you,
pal?

MAN: Careful, Dennis.

(SIREN WAILING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

I'm getting too
old for this shit.

Maybe the guy
was in on the play.

You sure you didn't know him?

No, but he knew me.

See if there are any
prints on the shell cases.

There won't be.

(GROANING)

(OFFICERS CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Good morning, Dad.

Good morning, sweetie.

Do you want some eggs?

Did you cook them?

Yes.

I think I'll just have
some coffee then. Hmm?

(GIGGLING) Hmm.

So, do you have any money left
over from the pizza last night?

Nope.

We picked up these boys
afterwards, took 'em to a bar.

Spent everything we had.
You know how it is.

Very funny.

Listen, don't forget you have
to pick up your bus pass today.

Otherwise you're gonna
have to pay your own fare.

Maybe your friend will
give me another ride.

Who's that?

This guy.
He's a friend of yours.

He took me and my friends home.

What's he look like?

He's a nice guy.

Kind of thin.
Good dresser.

He knows all about us.

He knows that Mom
is dead and everything.

He says he saved your life.

Christ! What's
the matter with you?

Don't you know enough not to get
into a car driven by a stranger?

There were three of us.

That doesn't make
any difference, Holly.

Anyway, nothing happened.
That's not the point.

You know him.
I don't know him.

I don't know him.
I met him.

I don't know anything about him.

He sure knows you.

QUENTIN: Mr. Meechum,
I'm not in business

to bring legal action
against our authors.

We are in the
publishing business.

ROBERTA: We've been very patient.
You've missed four deadlines.

Oh, come on, let's be realistic.
Nobody's gonna sue.

What about a movie deal?

There's no interest in that area.
None whatsoever.

What genius screwed that up?

No one screwed anything up,
Mr. Meechum.

Just don't expect Hollywood
to bail you out.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Meech, this one just came in.

Some guy says your daughter

left her geometry book
in the back of his car.

Who was it?

He said that you'd know.

He wants you to meet
him there tonight.

(BARKING)

All right. All right, you wanted me here.
You got me.

Now what?
Don't step forward.

(CREAKS)

It's a long drop.

Put the light out, please,
and we'll talk.

I like the books you write,
especially the first one.

Now, listen to me. You
stay away from me.

And you stay away
from my daughter.

I'm sorry about that, Dennis.

I had to get your attention.

DENNIS: Yeah,
well, you got it.

She's a lovely girl.

You've done a good job,

especially without a
wife to help you out.

DENNIS: All right, what
the hell do you want?

I want you to write
another book.

Well, that's exactly
what I'm doing.

Come on, Dennis. Since Kate died,
you can't get past page 15.

You can't write and you're
sick of being a cop.

You're a burnout.

And those unpaid bills?

You've got people after you, Dennis.
They want their money.

I can help you.

I don't need your help.
Yes, you do

and you're gonna get my help
handed to you on a silver platter.

A bestseller.
It's about me, Dennis.

It's about me and
the man I work for.

You're crazy.

Yeah. Well...

Well, it's a crazy world.

(CRACKING)

Well, that's twice.

All right, what have you got
that you think is worth telling?

Hey!

Hey!

(DOG BARKING)

Good group.

Old habit.

It's a good weapon,
the Smith and Wesson .38.

It's accurate, it's
reliable, a little light.

Want to try mine?

You're under arrest. You have
the right to remain silent...

(SIGHING) You know, I
thought this was gonna be

a friendly meeting
on neutral ground.

You killed a man. Hire an attorney.
Now spread 'em.

High and wide.

You're embarrassing me.

I assumed you were
brighter than this.

I thought by now you'd
be looking for an angle.

Some way of handling me in the
book, making me sympathetic.

You're truly disappointing me,
Dennis.

I'm talking about David
Madlock, Kappa International!

I'm talking about murder!
Now, take these cuffs off me!

What do you think you're selling?
Mafia hitman?

Nobody buys that shit anymore.

Isn't this sinking into
your thick cop skull?

I'm telling you that I
helped to make David Madlock

and Kappa International and
I did it by killing people.

The ones in the scrapbook.
Get it?

Corporations don't
have people killed.

(CHUCKLING) Oh.

Corporations deal in two things, period.
Assets and liabilities.

I removed the liabilities and I
provided some of the assets.

I was a corporate executive in charge
of just those things. Believe me.

And you were in on it, Dennis.
At the very beginning.

We both were.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Never imagined how irritating
those things could be.

You've got about three minutes
before they get back on.

Start talking.

It's all a question
of capital, Dennis.

How does an ambitious man get started?
Capital.

Now David Madlock
is an unusual man.

He got unusual financing.

You wrote about that
particular source of financing

in your first book, in fact.

The depository hit.

That's right.

You were in on that?

That's right.

Oh, yeah? Well, two
cops died that day

and one of them was a nice old
man waiting for his pension.

That is the second time
you have embarrassed me.

Now, try to control
yourself, please.

I drove.
That's all I did.

The three who were inside died.

The one that you stabbed died of
peritonitis a week later, okay?

That still leaves you.

Like I said, I drove.
You want me, here I am.

But I got 12 people who will swear
I was in Chicago that day all day.

All right.
Tell me about the money.

Two and a half million
1972 dollars, tax-free.

Seed money.

It's the American way, Dennis.

Kappa International was formed six
months later on venture capital.

Can't let this one
get by you, Dennis.

Bestseller.

You say you started off as a shooter for
this guy. And you become a defector...

Defector? No, no.

He threw me out.

I wanted something

more than I had.

I'm a businessman.
An executive.

I wanted

respect.

He offered money.

I help him get started,
he offers me a handout?

Why don't you
testify against him?

Oh, he can buy his
way out of anything.

Except for the book.

Exactly!

Dennis,

together, you and I can
do such a number on him.

I can tie him into all of it.

You need me.

We need each other.

CLEVE:
How did you find out?

DENNIS:
She felt this bump.

Right here, inside her elbow.

Malignant?

They opened her up, took one
look, sewed her back up again.

After that, she lost weight,

she started losing her hair.

After a little while,
she'd look at me,

didn't know who I was.
Hmm.

Then all the money went.

I just wanted her to stay alive.

But she didn't.

After that, you couldn't work.

I should have sold the
house, but I couldn't.

It was her house.

That's right.
It was her house.

You loved her more than you could
ever love anyone in your life.

Just don't talk about her,
all right?

Hey, Dennis,

I understand.

She's the clean part of your
life, I'm the dirty part.

The criminal.

But you and I know things other
people don't, don't we, Dennis? Hmm?

How it feels to kill
a man, for instance.

Cop. Killer.

Two sides of the same coin.

Hmm?

We have a natural bond,
you and I.

No.
Yes.

No. We don't have
anything in common.

I don't have anything
in common with you.

We'll see.

We'll see.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine.

I just couldn't fall
asleep, that's all.

You go back to bed.

Can I have a sip?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.
Just a sip, though.

Okay.

Thanks.

You're welcome, princess.

Good night.
Good night.

I'm fine.

Okay.

MAN ON PA:
Ladies and gentlemen,

may I have your
attention, please?

I'd like to propose a toast to
my good friend, David Madlock

for his continuing
generosity and compassion.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Thank you, Senator.
Thank you.

There he is.

Dennis, what do you think
this place is worth?

15, 20 million dollars?

He donates it to the city like
that for the common folk to enjoy.

That man is the history
of America incarnate.

A modern robber baron.

Now, they built this country.

They deserve special treatment.

I just wanted to return something
to this extraordinary city

which has given me so much.

Thank you.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

WOMAN: Wonderful!

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(CLEVE CONTINUES CLAPPING)

More than anyone will
ever know, eh, David?

Yes. More than
anyone will ever know.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

What a delightful surprise.

I'm so glad you could come.

I wouldn't miss it.

And you must be
Lieutenant Meechum.

I'm an admirer of your work,
especially your last book.

Thank you very much.
Nice to meet you.

When will we see another one?

Dennis is working on something
new, as a matter of fact.

Non-fiction.

Ah. I'll look
forward to it.

I'm a great fan of yours.
It's been too long, Cleve.

Much too long.

Pretty smooth.

CLEVE: He's incredible,
isn't he?

Here it comes.

David! David,
we must be leaving.

We'll see you around, I hope.

We've got him on the run.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, so you know the guy.
What does that prove?

You're a hard man to convince.

Mmm-hmm.
I like that.

Yeah.

MONKS: What the hell
are you doing here?

You think
I'm approving overtime?

DENNIS: Hey, relax. It's on me.

I'm gonna need a few
days, Monks. Out of town.

I think I'm onto something.

What?

I can't tell you.

Make it sick leave if
you want, all right?

I'm way overdue.

Just what the department
needs, mystery crime fighter.

I got to play this
one out, Monks.

I want this guy.

I mean, I really want him.

(CAR HORN BLARING)

CLEVE: Beltzer was
an auditor for the IRS.

He fell in his shower,
cracked his skull.

They found him dead.

And you killed him.

Why?

It's a service I performed.
That's the profession I was in.

(SCOFFS) Okay.
Why did he have to die?

Because he carried this
with him at all times.

He was one of those
meticulous, fussy, little men

and somehow he got it in his head that Kappa
International was keeping two sets of books.

He had a nose for that kind
of thing. See? Kappa. Kappa.

Again Kappa. Hmm?

He was not going
to close that audit.

Two years later, it was
a member of the SEC.

Fell asleep at the wheel.
Head on over a divider, dead.

You know something, Cleve?
You're full of shit.

What is that even
supposed to mean?

What is it supposed to mean? You could've
forged that little beauty yourself.

You could've picked it up in a
public toilet, for Christ's sake.

This isn't evidence.
This is bullshit!

So maybe next time,
I'll take pictures!

Is that what you'd like?
Stop wasting my time!

Fine!

Let's get the hell out of here.

We're going to the airport.

What about the other stops?

Tell it to the Manhattan
DA, all right?

I'm not interested anymore.

All right.

(SIREN WAILING)

Hey, mind if I go
for a pack of butts?

Get out.

You're interested
again, aren't you?

Come on.

(PANTING)

It wasn't even my cab.

I was just told to pick
you guys up and ditch you.

I didn't know
it was a torch job.

Yeah, right.
Who were they?

I don't know. I never
seen them before!

Not good enough.
Take it easy.

He tried to kill us.

Pearlman?
I don't know.

Brennan?
I don't know.

Thorn?
I don't know.

Don't be an asshole.
Talk to the man.

(GRUNTING)

No!

It was Thorn and Pearlman.

You're making me a dead man.

Maybe.

Hey, cab!

What the hell was
that all about?

It was nothing. Forget it.

CLEVE: Brooklyn Heights.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

See him?

Yep.

CLEVE: Mrs. Foster?

Yes?

My name is Bowen. Alan Bowen.

This is Mr. Gilbert,
my associate.

And we're very sorry
to disturb you,

but we're in town for the evening,
you know, on business and...

(LAUGHS)

My father used
to own this house.

I grew up here.

MRS. FOSTER:
Oh, that Mr. Bowen.

Yes. Would you think it strange
if I were to ask you...

Could I see my old room?

Well, I don't know.
It's...

No. You're
absolutely right.

I mean, it's very late
and we are strangers.

Thank you.
Thank you anyway.

Wait.

MRS. FOSTER: Of course
you can come in, son.

Are you sure?
Yes.

You seem like nice boys.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

MRS. FOSTER: Like some coffee?
I was just making some.

DENNIS: No, no, no, thanks.
Don't trouble yourself.

We really don't have any time.

That would be lovely.
Thank you.

You know...
Is this different?

There used to be a wallpaper here
with little blue cornflowers on it...

Yes, well, the white went
better with the furniture.

You just go on up.
Make yourself at home.

You sure it's all right?
Oh, yes, of course.

Just take all the
time you want to.

I'll just make that coffee.

Thank you.

Right there is
where it happened.

The old man's bathroom.

The bathroom is a natural place
for an accident to happen,

don't you think?

Oh, yeah.
Very natural.

I came in through
the kitchen window.

It was a hot night.
The window was open.

I had to hole
up until 11:00,

when the old man took his bath.

You know what I did?

CLEVE: I took a nap
in the guest room.

Just before 11:00,
I got up.

I went down the hallway.

There was a little glass
of bourbon with hot water

next to the tub.

The maid had gone to bed.

This poor man had made the mistake of
going into business with David Madlock.

It was all a matter of patents,
manufacturing licenses.

The old man wanted to keep them.

His only sin was he
didn't want to be rich.

He liked this street,
this house.

A man can be dangerous when
he doesn't care about money.

Well said, Dennis.

Bye!

What a lovely old lady.

Can you imagine
letting two strange men

into your house in the middle
of the night in New York City?

That's good old-fashioned trust.
Faith in human nature.

God, that's what made this country
the greatest in the world.

All right. You've been
inside the house.

That doesn't prove you
killed anybody in there.

But you know I did,
don't you, Dennis?

Don't you?

Maybe.

Maybe you did.

CLEVE: It's been here
about eight years.

Ballistics should have
something to work with.

DENNIS: An old
Springfield .30-06.

Which one was it?

Danzig and his wife.
Mr. and Mrs. Phillip H.

They're the only ones that didn't
come off like an accident.

January 14, 1979.

What were you doing
that night, Dennis?

Making love to your wife,
safe and snug in your bed?

They were, too, the Danzigs. 10
seconds later, they were dead.

Why the wife?

She was his bookkeeper. She
knew more about us than he did.

They were greedy.
Always demanding more.

They deserved what they got.
Believe me.

You gotta understand, Dennis,
this was the business I was in.

I can nail you with this,
not Madlock.

The book, Dennis.

The book will take
care of Madlock.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(CLEVE SINGING IN FRENCH)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

MAN: Marvelous.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: Marvelous.

Thanks.

You never have to leave
a bar alone, Dennis.

Look at these women.
Huh?

You could leave
with any one of them.

That rifle's not going to
do you any good, Cleve.

The bore was gone.

They tried to fire a round through
it to get the groove markings.

The whole barrel blew apart.

Madlock.

(CHUCKLES)

Jesus! Madlock!

Madlock. The conspiracy
theory, right?

God, you can be incredibly
stupid at times, Dennis.

Stupid and naive and unutterably tiresome.
Do you know that?

Bullshit! I just don't happen to believe
Madlock or anyone else for that matter

can get a major metropolitan police
department to destroy evidence.

(SIGHS)

Forget it.

Where's the waitress?

Hello?

Please.

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

You wouldn't happen to have a friend for
my kid brother over there, would you?

I'm afraid he's not
your brother's type.

(BOTH LAUGHING)
My mistake.

MAN: That's right, man.
She's with me.

Yes, I know, she just told me.
No offense, okay?

Okay. Then beat it.

Yeah, right.

Can I get a scotch
on the rocks, please?

I didn't say order a drink.
I said get lost.

The problem we have here is that
I'm the lover in the family.

You wanna talk to my brother.
He's the fighter. See?

24 straight knockouts.

Almost killed a couple of guys.

Just talk to him.

Let him go.

DENNIS: Now, sit down
and finish your drink.

Put this on my tab.

Thanks, Dennis.

I didn't want you to hurt him.

I could have.
You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

May I show you something?

Excuse me. May I have
a cigarette, please?

Sure.

This will be just fine.
Thanks.

Filthy habit.

Willpower is what distinguishes the
amateur from the professional.

Which are you, Dennis?
Hmm?

Tender part here.

Nerves close to the surface.

(INHALES)

(FLESH SIZZLING)

Pain doesn't bother me,
Dennis. I don't let it.

That's what I mean by willpower.

Do you have it, Dennis?

Willpower?

(BLOWING)

Let's hope so.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I like you, Dennis.

I really do.
I like you a lot.

But not enough to
sacrifice the book for.

How long have you had
this little hobby, Cleve?

Since I was about 15. I used
to use it to impress girls.

(WOMAN GASPS)

MAN: Come on.

Son of a bitch!

Did I hurt you, Cleve? Huh?

Tell me when it hurts.
Easy! Easy!

Tell me when it hurts,
damn it. I wanna know!

MAN: Get a cop.

I'll get a doctor.

It's okay.

It's okay. He's my brother.
I just said the wrong thing.

WOMAN: You guys
have got to leave.

No, I'm sorry.
This happens...

This happens all the time.

I just said the wrong thing,
really.

If anything, maybe you'd better
get a doctor for his hand.

Maybe he broke it on my face.

It's fine.

Okay, well, let's shake hands.
We're even, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Why don't you bring us a couple
of scotches on the rocks, okay?

Keep the change. Thank you.

(SIGHING)

Now you know why I never asked
you to take a shower with me.

You were bound to find out
sooner or later, I guess.

It didn't hurt, but
it did almost kill me.

The part about the
peritonitis was true.

I'm not gonna bust you, Cleve.
I'm not gonna bust you.

I'm gonna kill you.

Fair enough, Dennis.
Fair enough.

Could I have those
drinks, please?

I can't satisfy her, Dennis.

She wants you.

She likes the way you fight.
She thinks you're cruel.

She wants you to hurt her.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know, there's some
pretty sick people in the world.

Come on, Dennis.

Didn't you ever share
a woman with a friend?

Huh?

You're absolutely right.
Absolutely right.

Go on and get dressed.
You're going home.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Shut your mouth.

Jesus!

You're right.
Pain in the ass.

(CHUCKLES) Is this
the greatest, huh?

Look at this place. $1200 a day.

I was born for this.
This is what I've worked for.

Only in America, Dennis.

Only in America.

I wanna meet your family, Cleve.

(SCOFFS) Totally out
of the question.

No, we're going home, Cleve.
We're going home.

It's a very important
part of the story.

It's where it all began. It's
what makes you so lovable.

Dennis, I said no.

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet your mom and dad

still live in the house
where you were born.

Am I right, Cleve? Huh?

A little farm someplace?

Hmm?

Sure.
White picket fence around.

The smell of leaves
burning in the fall.

Well, we're going to make
that place famous, Cleve.

A regular landmark.

Yeah, the place where a vicious,
amoral killer was spawned

and set loose on the world. Hmm?

We're going to Oregon, Cleve.

We're gonna go home.

Do you like to shoot, Mr. Meechum?
Quail is in season.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Actually, no, I don't hunt.

Dennis doesn't like guns.

Oh, a gun's only as good or
bad as the man using it.

I'm like Mr. Meechum. Never could
bring myself to kill a living thing.

EDNA: That's right, Harold.

You could always
eat the chicken,

but you'd leave the
killing to somebody else.

HAROLD: The doc thought I wasn't
gonna make it through last winter.

His mother thought the next time she'd
see him would be at the funeral,

and then when you phoned like that,
telling us you were coming...

When did he phone?

EDNA: A week ago. Said he'd
be here in seven days.

And here he is, right
on time to the day.

EDNA: More coffee, Mr. Meechum?

Dad, do you have any more of those cigars?
You know, the cheap ones?

No, thanks, I've had enough.

CLEVE: Number three,
St. Louis. Four, London.

Five, Chicago. Six, Dallas...

They all tally, Dennis.
Check the dates.

DENNIS: I have
checked the dates.

A nice little
chronicle of murder.

Tell me, what happens to your
family when the book comes out?

They'll deny it. Defend me.

It'll give them a cause,
a reason to live.

Dennis, it'll add 10
years to their lives.

What a thoughtful son you are.

I am.

(CHUCKLING)

You've been planning
this little trip home

the whole time, haven't you?

I had to. You had
to take it seriously.

This farm. My family.

Dennis, I want people to know
what I had to do and why.

Oh, they'll know,
Cleve, they'll know.

Rural America,

growing up on a farm.
The American dream.

Exactly.

Only this time...

This time something went wrong.

This time, these nice country people
produced a mistake of nature.

An aberration. A freak.

That's all I am to you?

A freak?

(SCOFFS) Get out.

I'm tired.
I want to sleep.

CLEVE: (WHISPERING)
A fraction of an inch.

The weight of a feather.

That's how
close you are, Dennis.

You wouldn't want to wake
up your mother, would you?

I didn't much like
our conversation.

If you pull that trigger, your father's
gonna have to repaper the walls.

All I want is a little respect.

You don't have to like me. Though I
suspect you do, in spite of yourself.

(MUMBLING)

Yeah, there's no doubt
about it, Cleve.

You're a real charmer.

You're not taking this
very seriously, Dennis.

Please...

(GUN CLICKS)

(CHUCKLES)

If you ever aim
a gun at me again,

it better be loaded.

Shall we call this
one a draw, Dennis?

(GUN CLICKS)

Good night, Cleve.

Good night, Dennis.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Thanks very much.

EDNA: You'll look
after him, won't you?

I'll do my best.

He's never had a big brother.

Right.

They're decent people.

Make sure that's
in the book, Dennis.

Make sure it's in there
that I love them.

Am I coming off lovable?

Why don't you buy a copy
of the book and find out?

(CHUCKLES)

Don't I get a say in it?

No.

I got you something.

Go on. Open it.

Read the back.

To Dennis.
From his friend Cleve.

A surprise.

To celebrate our partnership,
so to speak.

I mean, we are partners,
aren't we, Dennis?

In the book, I mean.

It's a Patek Philippe.

The best.

Did you...
Did you see the back?

I read it.

I'm still a cop.

And I'm still what I am.
Is that it, Dennis?

Yeah, that's it.

You don't think I'm capable
of doing something

decent, something unselfish?

Maybe I'll surprise you.

I doubt it.

Lieutenant Meechum, this is Mr. Graham
and his associate, Mr. Pearlman.

Mr. Graham's an attorney.

I'll make sure you gentlemen
are not disturbed.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I thought you'd be more comfortable
if we talked to you here,

on your own turf, so to speak.

Let me see if I can guess.

You're Madlock's lawyer.

GRAHAM: Technically, I
represent Kappa International.

It amounts to the same thing.

And I bet you two studied for
the bar together, am I right?

Mr. Pearlman is not a lawyer.
He's in public relations.

(CHUCKLING) Public relations?
An image maker, huh?

GRAHAM:
You might say that.

How's the new hair?

It's fine.

Looks painful.

DENNIS: I wanna talk
to Madlock.

He feels that any, uh,

direct communication would
be inappropriate at this time.

(CHUCKLES)

It's no secret.

Former employees rarely have anything
complimentary to say about their former company.

Oh, I'd love to hear
Madlock's version.

Didn't those people really die?

GRAHAM: It's that kind
of irresponsible remark

that we feel will be
characteristic of this book.

DENNIS: Well, why don't you
let me talk to Madlock?

If he can convince me,
I'll drop it.

No.

Then forget it.

Try this.

I'll tie you up in court
for the next 10 years,

take your house, your car,

attach every nickel you earn,

even your pension,

which you won't be getting
anyway, because we have friends

in every major political
office in the city,

the state and the nation.

We're a very big business,
Mr. Meechum.

Fuck you.

And fuck your hairy friend.

Hold it.

What?

I said hold it.

Jesus! Who do you think you are?
Al Pacino, huh?

PEARLMAN: Don't break
my fucking hand.

I'll break your fucking hand.

You're threatening
a police officer

on the second floor of the
sergeant's division, scumbag.

I'll kick your fucking goon ass

all the way from here
to Pasadena and back.

They'll be picking that new rug
of yours out of the freeway,

you fucking asshole!

Now spread 'em!

DENNIS: What's this?

Huh?

What's this?

I hope you don't have
a permit for this.

GRAHAM: This man is a licensed
private investigator.

He has a permit
to carry a handgun

anywhere in the
state of California.

The only threat that's been made
in this room has been made by you.

Public relations, huh?

GRAHAM: You really
want to write a book?

I'm prepared to offer you
a substantial cash advance

to write an authorized biography of Mr.
Madlock with his full cooperation.

Why, you scumbag.
You low-life scumbag.

You try to blow me up in a taxi
and now you offer me a bribe?

You tell Mr. Madlock he can
read all about it in my book.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

GRAHAM: Mr. Pearlman.

Mr. Pearlman,
we're leaving now.

Good luck with your hair.

Friends of yours?

Business associates.

Well, that's most of it.
Couple of chapters to go.

(CHUCKLING)
It'll ruin Madlock.

You'll get sued.

Good.

I'm dying to see the rest.

You like him, don't you?
Cleve, I mean.

Yeah.

And you're going to arrest him?

Yeah.

But first I got one
more trip to make.

(EXCLAIMS)

I'm not fighting.
Do what you want.

I don't want Dennis' discards.

So that's who you are.

Poor old Dennis. He turns his
back, you're stepping out on him.

Have a good time?

It was a business dinner.

(SCOFFS) Business.

What do you want?
I wanna know how the book is.

I wanna know what Dennis
has to say about me.

You're in good hands.

(GRUNTING)

I can hurt you.

It's not a problem for me.

Do you understand?

Am I sympathetic?

Will they like me?

Hmm?

Please do not lie to me.

(GROANING)

Is it an important book?

Yes.

(SOBBING)

Good. Good girl.

My God, you must be
beautiful all dressed up.

Hmm?

Hmm?

Those long, sexy legs.

There are some women
in the world,

decent, kind women,

women who work all their lives

taking care of their families,

who never in their
wildest imaginations

ever dream

of clothes like these.

What makes you better than them?

Nothing.

That's right.

That's exactly right.

What makes you
better than they are?

Nothing.

Nothing.

(GRUNTING)

Now, do you know what I want?

I want a copy of the manuscript.

I don't have one.
I swear to God.

(SOBBING)

If I look

and I find one,

I will hurt you like you
have never been hurt before.

I tried to keep a copy,

but he took it.

He knew.

(CHUCKLES)

Good old Dennis.
Of course he did.

I like you.

And most of all, we
understand each other.

I'd prefer that Dennis didn't
know we had this conversation.

Okay?

CLEVE: You wanted corroboration,
I finally tracked her down.

She worked as Hilliard's maid.

She was the one who
let me in the house.

See, he was gonna lose his seat in the
election, wanted help for four terms.

Why didn't Madlock just
let him lose in peace?

He had two very
dangerous qualities.

He was broke and he was a drunk.

Why did she let you in?
Money.

Why isn't she dead?

Because I knew that someday,
I would need her.

I think I never see you again.

Tell my friend
everything about us.

About Senator Hilliard,
the night he died.

Will you hurt me?

Not if you tell the truth.

The Senator, he was
not a very nice man.

But what we did, that
wasn't very nice, either.

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Look, why do we speak
of this now, huh?

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

It's okay. It's okay.
Just talk to me.

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

(LOUD METALLIC CLANG)

CLEVE: When does your shift end?

Midnight.

DENNIS: Take it easy.

They're here.

Stay here and stay down.

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Please, I didn't say anything.

Dennis, the woman.

I didn't say anything.

(GROANS)

Tell him.
It's all true, isn't it?

Say it!

DENNIS: Let her die.

She's my corroboration!

You asshole. He's your corroboration!
Let's get out of here.

Son of a bitch.

I don't believe this.
Son of a bitch!

CLEVE: You helped
me kill four men.

I ought to kill you.

(SCOFFS) You don't kill
people. You arrest them.

I kill people.

That's the difference between
us, maybe the only difference.

I wanna meet Madlock.

He'll contact you.

You're planning to kill
him, too, aren't you?

Maybe. Maybe I am. Yes.

Well, forget it.
No more homicides.

It's out of your
hands, my friend.

Don't worry, your
conscience will be clear.

I'll be drinking
rum out of coconuts

and screwing
brown-skinned women

in some place where
indictments don't count.

Maybe I'll come looking for you.

That so?

I'd hate to see that,
Dennis. I really would.

(CHUCKLES)

Why don't you just be a good cop
and leave the killing to me?

I told you, Cleve.
No more killings.

We'll take separate flights.
It'll be safer.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

MAN ON TV: Here's
what we have so far.

At least four persons have lost
their lives in tonight's massacre.

An undetermined number
of others were injured

including three, possibly
four illegal alien workers.

A detective from the
El Paso Police Department

told me moments ago that there is no
apparent motive for the shooting.

There are also no clues so far.

We'll stay here most of the night.
We'll keep you posted.

Bill Mitchell, News 4, El Paso.
Carol, back to you.

Who are you?

Friend of your father.

No, you're not.

What are you afraid of?

I won't hurt you.
I'm your friend.

I won't hurt you.

Try me.

CLEVE: Wait upstairs.

You know me. I work
with your father.

(GRUNTING)

You're Thorn?

What, they thought an amateur
like you could replace me?

Come on.

(GRUNTING)

(BONES SNAPPING)

Not likely.

HOLLY: Did you hurt him?

Just put him out.

Get dressed. They'll know you're here.
I wanna take you to a safe place.

Go on, sweetheart.
You'll be fine with me.

STEWARDESS OVER PA:
Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Los Angeles
International Airport,

where the local time
is 10:15

and the temperature is a
very pleasant 68 degrees.

(GASPS)

I'm not here to hurt you.
Dennis and I need a favor.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?
You're invited to a party.

Tomorrow.

I don't like parties.

Oh, you'll like this one.
Your friend's not invited.

Leave him at home.

Keep the change.

Holly?

Holly!

Needs an ending.

She's in a safe place.

You got 10 seconds.

I saved her life.

Thorn came for the manuscript.
She walked in on him.

Now she's where
they can't get at her.

Of course, neither
can you, without me.

Where?

Pull the trigger and they'll
find her before you do.

(GUN COCKS) Go ahead, Dennis,
'cause I'm not afraid to die.

Now, listen to me, Cleve.

Listen to me.

I want my daughter back now.

Madlock's contacted you.

Fuck Madlock and fuck
the book and fuck you!

Where is my kid?

I'm telling you she's safe.
She's safer than she'd be here.

You don't know how
these people operate.

You don't have time to find out.
Do you understand?

(SIGHS)

Dennis, I'm all you've got.

(SIGHS)

Right.

There's only one
thing left to do.

I mean, God, it would
be the perfect ending.

I'm gonna kill him.

(SCOFFS) You'll
never get near him.

Anybody can kill anybody.

Even the President, remember?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Yeah, all right.

They're sending a car
for me in the morning.

Jesus Christ, Cleve.
She's only 16 years old.

I'm not a monster, Dennis.

Just hedging my bets.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Follow me, please,
Mr. Meechum.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Can I get you anything
from the bar, Mr. Meechum?

No.

Make yourself comfortable.

(CLEARS THROAT) Thank you.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

How many are there?

Five.

Five?

David always did
underestimate me.

First editions.

Every one of them.

It's a shame about the leather.

It gets mildewed.
It's the sea air.

Well, then you buy new ones.

And then I buy new ones.

Come on in,
Lieutenant Meechum. Sit down.

Forgot to flush.

MADLOCK: It was
good of you to come.

Little charity thing we do
every year for the kids.

Charity.

That's right.

We should have had this
meeting a long time ago.

Look, skip the bullshit,
all right, Madlock?

The book is gonna be published.

Sherry?

DENNIS: No.

What's your name?
Turner.

Put down the cup.

Sorry, Turner.

(THUDS)

DENNIS: Our friend has
grown fond of the book.

He thinks I did a good job.

MADLOCK:
I'm sure of it.

Also, he's got my daughter.

No, he hasn't.

Your daughter was brought
here this morning

by two members of
your own department.

Our friend has grown
too fond of you.

Emotion breeds carelessness
in his area of expertise.

Your daughter's perfectly safe.

She's waiting for you
to take her home.

Of course,
you can always get to her.

Quite simply, yes.

I can also guarantee
her safety, absolutely,

and yours,

if you come to work
for Kappa International.

Then, of course,
you own the book.

Something like that.

You can't guarantee
anything, Madlock.

I beg your pardon?

Anybody can kill anybody.

Even the President.

He's here, isn't he?

What do you think?

(KNOCKING)

Who is it?

CLEVE: Turner.

Who?

What the fuck?
Are you deaf? It's Turner.

Go over by the window.
Look outside, sweetheart.

Get on the bed.

How'd you get in here?

You can't imagine how easy it was.
What's your name?

Carter. Christ! Where does
David find you people?

Skip the insult.
Just get it over with.

(GUN FIRING)

MADLOCK: You're making
a mistake, Lieutenant.

He's a killer.

You're helping him.

That makes you
no better than he is.

DENNIS: Maybe not.

But we're both better than you.

CLEVE ON PA: David.

Surprise.

Seems like old times,
doesn't it, David?

(CHILDREN CLAMORING)

Carter?

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Jarvis!

Bad luck, David.

Nobody left.

Don't leave this room.

MADLOCK: You're a policeman.
You have to protect me.

All right.
Give me the gun.

No, you're in on it.

Well, that's a chance
you'll just have to take.

Come on.

David!

It's just you and me.

No, Cleve, don't shoot him!

We got him!
He's finished!

He shot a cop.

DENNIS: It's all over, Cleve.

Can't do it, Dennis.
Sorry.

Daddy!
Holly. Holly, stay up there!

Stay up there, Holly!

(HOLLY SCREAMS)

Don't shoot, Cleve! Don't!

Take it easy, sweetie.
I'll get you.

Cleve...

Cleve!
For Christ's sake.

Don't do it, Cleve!
Give it up!

DENNIS: Cleve...

Please.

You know I'll kill her.

Here I am, David.

(GUN CLATTERING)

(SOBBING) Dad.

I'm all right.

Get help.
Get help, honey.

(GUN COCKS) MADLOCK: Take it.
I'm not resisting.

HOLLY: Daddy!

No, you don't put
those things on me.

I don't, huh?

(GRUNTS)

God!

You should have killed him.

Always the good cop.

(GRUNTS)

It would have been
the perfect ending.

(GRUNTS)

You should have killed him.

(CHOKES)

Cleve...

Thanks for saving my kid.

Don't mention it.

Except in the book.

Remember,

I'm the hero.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

(CHOKING)

(SIGHS)

I'll remember.

CLEVE: Can't let this
one get by you, Dennis.

Bestseller.

(PERFECT ENDING PLAYING)

¶ We were different
as night and day

¶ That's how far away we were

¶ And finding common ground
seemed impossible

¶ It was a case of do or die

¶ Take a chance, give it a try

¶ We had nothing left to lose

¶ And nowhere to turn

¶ Yes, the bet went on and on

¶ Like a raging storm

¶ With the both of us

¶ Refusing to bend

¶ In order to stay alive

¶ And if we wanted to survive

¶ We had to try to work it out

¶ And give in

¶ Now we've finally
come together

¶ Tearing down those walls

¶ Catching up and matching up

¶ And now we've got it all

¶ It's a perfect ending

¶ Our story is complete

¶ It's a perfect ending

¶ The end is so sweet

¶ It's a perfect ending

¶ I knew when we began

¶ That a perfect ending
would be ours in the end

¶ We both have a story to tell

¶ About a life that had been

¶ Yes, we're two sides
of the same coin

¶ We ran out of choices

¶ So we joined forces

¶ Now the seeds that we
planted have started growing

¶ Now we've finally
come together

¶ Tearing down those walls

¶ Catching up and matching up

¶ And now we've got it all

¶ It's a perfect ending

¶ Our story is complete

¶ It's a perfect ending

¶ And the end is so sweet

¶ It's a perfect ending

¶ I knew when we began

¶ That a perfect ending
would be ours in the end ¶