All language subtitles for An Innocent Man [Tom Selleck] (1989

It's cracked all right.

In the bellows.

We're gonna have to
replace the whole line.

- You're frowning, Mike.
- I don't know why.

We only have to inspect
everything on the entire aircraft.

What's taking him so long?

You can't rush him, Woznick.
He's an artist.

Pneumatics, Tom. Not looking good.
Whole lot of problems.

The inspector hits
on Wednesday and Thursday

and that plane is headed for Honolulu...

My people can handle anything. They don't
know the meaning of the word "pressure".

I mean it, Jimmie. I'm scheduled full...

Tom. Tom.

It's under control.

- I really admire that man.
- Yeah, he's a great American, Albert.

Come on. Let's get the guys together
and talk overtime.

How's this one?

What's the problem?

I followed the throttle cable
all the way down from the cockpit

but I can't tell what's wrong.

- Rig pin's in.
- Yeah.

Your VSV cable's twisted.

I've been working on this for four hours.

- How did you figure that out?
- Magic.

And twelve years on the job.

Watch that stand.

What's the theory
of punctuated equilibrium?

- That's the theory...
- The controversial theory...

It's the very controversial theory

that evolution...

That evolution is not
a series of steady, gradual changes...

Right. Right. But is um...

Damn it.

Is punctuated by...

Punctuated by sudden drastic ones.

I'm not going to get a chance
to go over this.

I'll be lucky if I pass this exam tonight.

Yeah. You don't stand a chance.

You've missed two out of 30 so far.

Kate, you're gonna do fine.

I'm gonna be late tonight,
so there's salad in the refrigerator.

That's dinner? What happened to greasy
steaks, white bread and French fries?

They are death.

Marriage. The final frontier. Good luck.

- You're lucky.
- Why?

I learned how to ski back east.

The snow is lousy. It's all slushy.

Crusty or something.
Out here you got powder, you got sun.

I'll tell you something, Danny.

I thought I'd like it but man, I love it.

You go like hell
and there's pussy everywhere.

Uh-huh.

Pussy going up the mountain and then
there's pussy going down the mountain.

Beat that.

- You are such a thrill seeker.
- I am, Dan. I'm known for that.

No matter how many times we do this,

I still get that good feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

- Let's rock'n'roll.
- Let's go, baby, huh? Come on.

Freeze! Get your hands up.
Hands on your heads. Police.

On your head. Get down. Get down on your
fuckin' knees. Both of them. Get down!

- Move!
- Hey, hey! On your knees!

- Get your face on the table!
- Ow! Damn it!

Get down! Get your hands up!

Get your hands on your head!
Get your hands on your head!

Get down. Get down. Now get on...

- Just be real quiet.
- Mike!

What are you shooting at a cop for, huh?
You don't shoot at cops!

Danny, read these assholes their rights
before I kill them all.

- Fuckin' cops.
- You got the right to remain silent, asshole.

Is that our man?

This guy took a shot at Mike.
I had to tag him.

It's just a flesh would.
He'll live. Give him an aspirin.

All right.
Any of you guys get hurt?

No, we're fine.

- Anything else you gotta tell me?
- Nah.

It's all yours, Jim.

Just a few more notches
on your guns, hey?

- Well, we've got to clean up Dodge City.
- It's our sacred mission.

Yes.

Kate?

Hi.

Greasy steaks, mashed potatoes,

gravy, fried zucchini,
everything you despise?

I zipped through my exam in 45 minutes
so I decided to treat my study partner.

You covered all the major food groups
except chocolate.

Air mail. "Bon Voyage. "

"Have a wonderful trip. "

- Where are we going?
- Did you know that Bangkok

has the most spectacular temples
in the world?

Oh!

- Oh, it's a little doll...
- From Thailand!

This one's fabulous. Look at this one.

There's hundreds of sacred monkeys
roaming around.

You couldn't find monkeys
in this time zone?

I can get cheap tickets. I got passes left.

After we have the kids, we'll be lucky
if we get to Big Bear for the weekend.

You'd go anywhere, wouldn't you?

Kate, the world is not big enough
to hold me.

I am a citizen of the universe.

Have you got the... Never mind. I got it.

- Is that you?
- Yeah, it's me. What have you got?

I had to work really hard for this
so I hope you're gonna appreciate it.

Now the deal's going down tonight.

It's 420 Oak Way. You got that?

Yeah. I got it.

- You got the address?
- I said I got the address, Stevie.

What are you, deaf?
Hello. Hello. Thank you.

What a dink.

Well, Stevie just gave us a nice one.

420 Oak Lane.

I don't know.

- Looks awful quiet.
- Stevie's always been reliable.

He knows I'd rip him a new asshole
if he lied to me.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

You take the back, I got the front. Let's go.

Police! Don't move!

Police! Freeze!

Police!

He's armed, Danny!

He's down!

He's down, Danny. I got him covered.

All right. Go ahead. Oh, God.

Whoa.

Whoa. This motherfucker
scared the shit out of me.

- It's a hairdryer.
- What? What did you say?

This guy's armed with a hairdryer.

Why would a guy take a shower
during a dope deal?

Hey, this is 420, right? Huh?
So where's the stuff?

Stevie told me 420 Oak Way.

- It's got to be here somewhere.
- Wait!

Mike, you told me 420 Oak Lane, not Way.
You said Lane.

No, no, no, Danny. No, no. I said Oak Way.

I said. Tell me. What did I say?

You... You told me 420 Oak Lane.

Not Way. It's right here.
We are at 420 Oak Lane.

Holy shit, Mike.

We got the wrong house.
This guy is a civilian.

Just a second now.

- Oh, no.
- Uh-huh.

- Fuck me! Goddamn it!
- Take it easy.

- We're gonna think this thing through.
- There's nothing to think about.

There's too many people
want to see us step on our dicks.

We did step on our dicks.

Get the bag, Danny.

Yeah, we need an ambulance
and a back-up.

We have a suspect with a gunshot wound.

Yes, a gunshot wound. Yes.

It's 420 Oak Way... Lane! 420 Oak Lane.

Right. Thank you.

You're busted.

- I can't let you go any further.
- What's happened?

- Who are you?
- Where's my husband? Is he all right?

Jimmie! Jimmie!

Somebody!

Somebody come here, please!

Somebody!

Come here!

Shut up. You can't shoot a cop
and not get hurt.

Cop?

They shot me!

I don't know
what I'm gonna do with you guys.

False arrest. Excessive force.
These are very serious accusations.

- But you already know that.
- Fitzgerald, what do you want from us?

The man fired on us.
What are we supposed to do?

He claims you fired. Unprovoked.

- That's bullshit.
- Then you planted the gun and the drugs.

Well, what else is he going to say, huh?

Look, we bring in the bad guys
better than anybody.

We're out there every day.
You know what that's like, right?

I know what that's like, Detective.
There's lots of things I know.

But there's a big difference between
what I know and what I can prove.

Isn't there?

- I wouldn't know.
- Well, know this.

I'm a real self-righteous man.
It's probably my Baptist upbringing.

- Oh, come on.
- I was on the streets 14 years

before I made IAD.

And I was tough and fair.

And right.

Jimmie.

Hi. Oh!

- I'm sorry.
- They didn't do anything to you, did they?

They said you had drugs and a gun
and that you shot at the police.

How could I shoot anybody?
They broke in, Kate.

How could they break in and shoot you
in our own house?

I don't know. They're lying
and I've got to find out why.

I got a lawyer and he's really good.

- How did you raise the bail money?
- I had to use our savings.

We've got to get this thing worked out fast.

There's got to be some kind of mistake...

How can anybody
make a mistake like that?

How could they just break into our house
and shoot me?

It's OK. It's gonna work out
somehow. We're gonna find the answers.

They've got two decorated police officers
sticking to the same story.

They've got a witness who's willing
to testify that you sold him drugs.

A witness? From where, the twilight zone?

Look, they made a mistake and they're
making up a story to save themselves.

This old marijuana conviction
doesn't help us.

Mr Feldman, I was at a rock concert.
I was 18 years old.

Jimmie, you're going to trial.

The evidence presented at the hearing was
found substantial enough to warrant that.

But the prosecution
has approached me with a deal.

- I think you should consider this.
- A deal?

That means I plead guilty, right?
Why should I do that?

In exchange for pleading guilty
to the possession charge,

it would be changed to a misdemeanour.

And the assault would be changed
to reckless endangerment.

You'd probably do six months,
maybe a year

at an honour ranch,
strictly minimum security.

An honour ranch.
Six months in an honour ranch?

I'm not going to jail for six seconds.

I'm not going to leave Kate.

Mr Feldman, I'd lose my job.

I'm not gonna have my whole life
turned upside down

because some police
didn't do their jobs right.

If Jimmie went to trial
and they found him guilty,

what's the worst that they could do to him?

If the judge ordered the terms
to run consecutively,

- he could go to prison for twelve years.
- Twelve years?

That's insane.

This isn't a question of innocence or guilt.

It's about persuasion. Manoeuvring.

The appearance of guilt.

It doesn't matter that it's all false.
Do you understand?

No, we don't. What about the truth?

I just won't confess to
something I didn't do.

That's just not right.

You still have to be proven guilty in this
country before they throw you into prison.

Mr Feldman,
you have to understand something here.

Jimmie and I love each other.
We have a life together.

Why would I jeopardise all that
to sell dope or shoot policemen?

And we were acting on a tip
from a reliable informant.

Precisely what did he tell you?

That the defendant, Mr Rainwood,
kept a supply at his home.

And that he was selling the product
from that location.

- Where did you meet the accused?
- I met him by the ferry to Catalina,

by the ticket window.

I bought stuff from him
three or four times, like I said.

He always had good merchandise.

We suspect the drugs
were smuggled to Mr Rainwood

- by his contacts at the airport.
- Objection.

Officer Parnell's suspicions
have no place in this case.

- Sustained.
- Very well.

When you entered the house,
Officer Parnell,

could you tell us exactly what happened?

We identified ourselves as police officers.

He then pulled a gun that he was
hiding under his bathrobe and fired.

I reacted. I dropped to the ground
and I returned his fire to protect myself.

Isn't it true that you and Officer Scalise
concocted this entire fairy tale

in order to justify an error?

That you planted
both the drugs and the gun?

No, no. No, we don't
operate that way, Mr Feldman.

And quite frankly, I resent the implication.

Tell me something, Mr Feldman.
What the hell is going on

when the police can do whatever
they feel like and get away with it?

So where does that leave us?

That leaves us with Jimmie.

I'm not giving into those bastards.

It's just not right.

Give us a minute, will you?

Sure.

Jimmie, you're innocent.

And you made the right decision.

The jury will see that.

They'll listen.

Kate.

I'm scared.

These detectives have citations
for meritorious service.

They have the highest arrest
and conviction rate in their department.

That doesn't mean they're telling the truth.

We have the sworn testimony of a man
who says you sold him drugs

on several occasions.

We have your fingerprints on a gun
that was fired at the officers.

We have drugs in your house.

But most importantly we have the word,
under oath, of two distinguished detectives,

that you fired a weapon at them
during the commission of their duty.

I had a hairdryer in my hand.

I'd just taken a shower.

I don't own a gun. I don't sell drugs.

And I don't shoot people.

- Enjoying the show?
- I thought it was supposed to be a trial.

I understand you've been asking
a lot of questions lately, huh?

I have a curious nature, Parnell.

Why would a cop
try to break the backs of other cops

that are just trying to do their jobs.
Can you explain that to me?

There must be some kind
of character defect.

You guys think I need therapy?

I don't think therapy would work
in this particular case.

- Couldn't hurt.
- Sharp blow to the head is more in line.

James Rainwood,
stand and face the bench.

James Rainwood,
you have been found guilty

of the crimes of assault
with a deadly weapon

and possession of cocaine for sale.

Do you have a statement to make
before I pronounce sentence?

- No, Your Honour.
- This is your first offence.

The jury recognised that
in recommending leniency.

The prosecutor strongly
reminds the court, however,

that you deliberately and directly
endangered the lives of police officers.

This act I cannot and will not
treat with leniency.

I hereby sentence you to six years

at the state correctional facility

at Oroville, California.

Six years.

Jimmie. Jimmie.

- They can't do this.
- There's things we can do.

- Let's go.
- I'm saying goodbye to my wife.

You know I'm innocent, you son of a bitch.
You know it!

Jimmie!

I want to be with him!

Kate! I love you!

I want to be with my husband!

You think you're tired now.
Wait till we start processing.

Oroville is a nasty shithole, man.

We could have been going to Quentin

with all them old-timers
boring the shit out of you,

going on about jazz
and how many motherfuckers they killed.

Soledad's even worse, though.

All them gang-bangers choosing
each other off every five seconds.

It's a fuckin' gladiator school.
Can't get a minute's peace there.

My name's Robby. I forgot my manners
when they hooked us up.

- I really don't feel like talking, all right?
- Is this your first bit?

I can always tell.

Yeah, but I don't belong here. I...

Course you don't belong here.
You think I do?

Nobody ever belongs in one of these joints.

Gee, it's brutal being a victim, huh?

- Get off the bus.
- Get off the bus! Let's go!

- Straight ahead!
- What are you looking at?

Move, move!

All right. Let's get naked.

Place all your clothes and
your personal effects in the plastic bag.

Now, I know many of you
think you are bad-asses.

You are not.

Men get injured and killed in here

and it's not just by
other shit-bird convicts.

Cooperate...

you might get out of here
without becoming a bitch.

Or worse.

You give us a hard time...

I guarantee you one long stay in hell.

Soon as you're naked
get your hands back over your heads.

Turn around. Face the guards.

Bend your heads forward and run
your fingers vigorously through your hair.

You better get vigorous there, Goldilocks,
or I'm gonna shave your dome.

Open your mouths.

Run your tongues back and forth.

Your hands in the air.
Show your palms to the officers.

Show 'em the back of your hands.

Lift up your dicks and your nuts.

Give me my guards out here.

Step forward to the next yellow line.

New fish! The fish have arrived!

Follow the yellow line.

Got to get my issue.
They got some pretty white boys here.

Jesus Christ.

Will you relax? It's only temporary.

We'll be moving as soon
as they finish classification.

Of course the new place
is going to look exactly like this place

but we'll fix that place up in no time.

Make it real nice and homey. Yeah?

Lock-down!

Lock-down.

Look, you gots to learn
so you don't get burned.

Notice everything.

Did some dude
get a bad letter from his old lady

or get set off in his parole board hearing

or is he all in love with some sissy
who's already spoke for?

Moods, you know.

Everything means something in here.

And I'm sure you're just the one
to fill me in on all of it, right, Robby?

I don't see nobody else
banging down your door to show you.

You ready?

This motherfucker's time has come.

Robby! Robby, let me see you.

I got some business to take care of.
I'll be right back.

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

I'm telling you.

- What the fuck's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?

- Don't hang around to see a man die...
- He's burning, for Christ's sake!

So what? He won't be the last.

- He said he knew everything.
- Yeah. He didn't know enough, did he?

He ripped those dudes off
for ten cartons of smokes.

- He should have been...
- Right, you assholes, against the wall!

He should have been watching his back.

Virgil Cane, man.
Lone Ranger ain't got nothing on him.

- Two cartons on Portland.
- Two cartons on Portland.

- Malcolm.
- How you doin', buddy?

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Hey, Jingles.

That's him there. Check him out.

What you got in the back, sucker?

Yeah, motherfucker, I'm talking to you.

Some things I got.

It's toothpaste, soap.
Stuff from the canteen.

You ain't leaving just yet, punk.

Felix, hold my shit for me.

You ain't got a problem with that now,
do you, white boy?

You just got what you wanted.
Why don't you get out of my way?

Step back.

Nothing's happening here, right?

That's right.

Never a dull moment, hey, Virg?

Tension in the big house.
Just like in the movies.

Man, I am glad I am leaving this joint.

The whole new class of wimps coming in
makes me ashamed to be a convict.

What you should be ashamed of is
what a lousy judge of character you are.

Hey, man, that hurts.

You gonna show like a white man or what,
Rainwood?

Those niggers that just took you off...

They belong to the Black Guerrilla family
and that's some nasty old bucks.

Deal with that situation or everybody
in here is gonna know you're a punk.

Everybody. Do you understand?

No, I don't understand. What am
I supposed to do? Fight three guys?

No, just one. Jingles.
The one that braced you.

Fist fights are for free men.
You've got to get a piece and make a move.

- What are you talking about?
- Do him.

You're telling me I should kill him?

No, I want you to marry his motherfucking
sister. Get with the programme, Slick.

I'm not gonna kill a man
over some toothpaste and some soap.

If you don't off that buck, he and his
partners are gonna make you their kid.

They're gonna have you running errands,
doing whatever.

Hell, they might even think
you're real pretty.

You ain't gotta stand tall in here.

But you've got to stand up.

I've been thinking about what
I should say to you for about a week now.

Mrs Rainwood, like I told you on the phone,

your husband's case is old news.

We thoroughly checked out
the arresting officers' stories.

And they held up.

I need some help here.

I'm tired and I'm discouraged
and my husband's still in prison

and I'm his only connection
to the outside world and I have nothing.

No one wants to get at
the truth here more than I do.

- Those men were lying and you know it.
- Please.

It's not what I think or know or suspect.

It's what I can prove.

I need something solid,
otherwise it's all theory.

I'm not a theory, Mr Fitzgerald,
I'm a real human being, and so is Jimmie.

You look me right in the eye
and you burn my face into your brain.

You remember the pain in it.

We have both suffered because you people
screwed up and you didn't dig up the truth.

And we're gonna continue to suffer.

That's real.

Hey.

How did you get my pass sent up?

Clerks run the joint.
You do things for each other.

Listen, somebody's got to
give you the game or you're fucked.

It's simple in here.

It's an insane place with insane rules

so it ends up being logical.

If you're white, you hang white.
Otherwise the niggers eat you alive.

You're not listening. Civil rights,
brotherly love, all that shit,

that gets left at the front gate.

Right now you got a problem
with Jingles.

You can go to the Aryan Brotherhood,
that asshole Butcher and his partners,

but then they'll make you their kid.
You'll be part of the AB for life.

Or you can handle your problem
by yourself.

I got respect in here because I earned it.

Anybody fucks with me, it's their life.

- Where are you going?
- You talked to me and I listened.

Hey! Hey.

Don't you be talking out of the side of
your neck when I'm trying to do you a solid.

All right.

All right. Let's get it all out on the table.

Every time I turn around,
somebody's giving me advice.

Mostly it's about killing.

So what's your interest in me?

There's not much chance
I'm ever getting out of here.

Those cops of yours are part of the reason.

That's what we got in common.

I got my last armed-robbery
conviction behind them.

The rest is my business.

It's OK.

Directions were good.
You didn't get lost or anything.

It's OK, sweetheart. We'll just sit here
and we'll talk to each other.

We'll be fine.

So, how's Albert and Yvonne?
Did he get the promotion?

Yeah. They're gonna be moving to Seattle
at the end of the month.

Oh, that's great. I'm happy for them.

I filed the appeal.

So how long?

Feldman says it'll take months.

And the chances of a reversal...

I mean, I'm keeping after him.
I call him every day

and I'm making sure that he keeps me
up to date on everything.

- I'm sorry.
- No. Come on.

There's nothing to be sorry about.

I mean...

We're just beginning this.

We've just got to hold on
and be strong for each other.

And keep trying everything we can think of.

Yeah.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I can handle this place.

If I'm sure of that,
if I'm sure you're all right, I can.

And no matter what happens, I love you,
and no...

That's not ever going to change.

I know that.

I love you, too.

And I'm all right.

I swear to God I am.

Hi, Jimmie.

Now here's the skinny. From here on out

your outside money be going on our books.

So we be stylin'.

- I'm not gonna give you anything else.
- "I'm not gonna give you anything else. "

You gonna show us what
a real convict you are now, sucker?

Don't you ever touch me,
you white motherfucker. Ever!

Motherfucker!

Come on, Jingles, man! Come on!

Come on, Jingles, man!
Come on! Let's get out of here!

Oh, man.

Rainwood, why don't you do yourself
and everyone else some good here?

Give me their names. I'll make sure
they don't bother you any more.

I fell.

You need some help in here.
That's pretty obvious.

I might be new but I know
how some things work around here.

Fine. You want to be known
as a stand-up guy?

Fine.

I fell.

When you get out of here
you're going to segregation for 15 days.

Maybe that will jog your memory.

What are you bringing in now?

Number six!

When did he check back in?

Hey, it's my main man.

Shut the fuck up.

You ain't nothing. You ain't nothing.

This shit getting old yet?

It's only gonna get worse
unless you take him out.

You talk about it like it's nothing.

Not nothing. But it's necessary sometimes.

Maybe you walked away
in the free world, but not here.

There's no place to go.

Hey. I caught that action in the yard today.

Looks like the ABs and the niggers
both gonna be fighting over you.

You must be one flattered motherfucker.
How's your chow?

Now you be cool
and everything will be everything.

Let's take a walk.

Come on. Let's go.
What are you looking at?

You ain't gettin' no help, motherfucker.
Forget that. Bring your ass on.

Check up!

Now that bitch was sold to us
by the Muslims

for ten cartons and some drugs.

That made him ours.
Only he didn't want to be sold.

He wouldn't give it up to us.

So we decided to rough it off, you know.

Do you know what the funny thing is?
I said do you know what's funny?

There are worse things than that.
Ain't that something?

You're gonna be our kid.
And I ain't hardly bullshitting.

Get up.

Now you go on back to your workout.

Being healthy is a good thing.

Oh, Virg? Gin.

That makes $500,000, two dozen assault
rifles and three teenage girls you owe me.

It really mounts up, don't it?
You want some more pruno?

Is a bear Catholic?

I'm ready to deal with my problem.

- Are you straight with Venucci?
- The guy on the serving line.

Good. Sneak some of that soap
back to your house.

- You understand how this is going down?
- I understand.

You don't try to hurt him. You kill him.

And make sure you break the piece off
after you stick him.

I understand.

Just trying to get my mind around it.

Last of the batch. You get extra.

Yo, Jingles!

It won't be too long now.

Venucci used plenty of soap.

Hey, baby, the first one's
always the hardest one.

I'm gonna take that piece
and fuck you with it, punk.

Walk. Walk out of here.

Two points.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Shoot it, man! Shoot it!

Get up. Get up.

I know you did it, Rainwood.

I don't know anything about anything.

Well, you should know this. I can do
anything I want with you in here.

That's right, Lieutenant.

People like you have been doing that for
a long time. It started out with those cops.

It went on through the trial and now it's
your turn. Well, take your fucking turn.

- I don't give a shit.
- Bartlett!

90 days in the hole.

A lame like you won't make it.

You'll come out of there
drooling all over yourself.

I wouldn't bet on that.

- What do you want?
- Now, Katie, don't start getting all nervous.

It's just that we're tired
of hearing your name come up.

You've been complaining to agencies
all over town, haven't you?

We even heard from the mayor's office.

And trying to get those newspaper guys
after us? Not nice.

I'm trying to get my husband freed
and I'm going to continue to try.

Katie, if we didn't know better,

we'd have to think that you were
trying to find some way to take us down.

It's just not going to happen, Katie.

People have been trying to do it for years.

We've been beaten,
Danny here was stabbed, I was shot.

Several times. Nothing happened.

It's like we're charmed, you know.

Who can explain it?

You can talk to anybody you want to
and it won't mean shit.

Like Fitzgerald. He acts all bad
but basically, he's a pencil-pusher.

We all know what happened
to your old man.

He wouldn't play along
and he fucked himself.

It was a long time ago so why don't you
forget it and just stop bothering people?

No one can touch us.

You remember that.

They admitted to me that they framed
Jimmie. What more do you want?

Second-hand conversations,
Mrs Rainwood, mean nothing.

I've told you that.

All right. They threatened me.

Parnell said that your department was shit.

- And that you were a...
- A what?

A punk nigger with his nose
up the brass's ass.

Clear the yellow line.

Clear the yellow line.

Way to do it, way to do it, Rainwood!

Solid job, Rainwood.

- Escort.
- Oh, it's Rainwood.

Clear for escort.

Escort.

Jimmie Rain.

You feeling a little logey, are you?

It's probably too much rich food lately.

Nightlife fucked me up, too.

You did a piece of work
and you held your mud. It's over.

A great flick tomorrow night.
I expect to see you there.

Oh, God, Danny, Danny, Dan.

I gotta stop eating that Cuban food.
It's ripping up my insides. Ow!

You have to learn how to express your
feelings. You're just a ball of repression.

I'll give you repression.
Right here is repression.

Hey, boys. We need to talk.

Well, look who's here.

Off the record.

- Kate Rainwood came to see me.
- Kate who-wood?

You remember. You put her husband away.

- So why don't you make your point?
- She said that you threatened her.

- Did she... Did she say that?
- Listen.

The two of you stay away from her, period.

Oh, fuck her.

And fuck you. Fuck you!

I think this Internal Affairs horse shit
is going to your head.

Do it, Scalise! Do it!
I'll break his fucking neck.

You stay away from Kate Rainwood.
And I don't like being called a punk nigger.

Boy.

Hard Rain fell on those
motherfuckers. Too bad, chumps.

Nice game, man.

Here. Next time.

You keep thinking that,
I'll keep getting richer, Train.

Why don't you invest some of that
vast wealth of yours in my sports action?

- Think about your future.
- Forget it, man. I only bet on a sure thing.

Like your hair getting grey
before you get out of here.

Oh!

Lucky fuckin' shot, Rainwood.

Hey, Butcher, man. You still listening
to all those weight-loss tapes?

- Asshole.
- They ought to wire the man's jaws shut.

Go ahead.
You can run but you cannot hide.

Let me think, will you?

That hole's just getting
deeper and deeper, isn't it? Check.

I was counting on you to make up
for my losses to Malcolm.

Is parole still agreeing with him?

Yeah. He took of some dope dealers
and started his own business.

- He couldn't wait for a bank loan.
- Free enterprise in action.

She didn't forget how to make
lemon pound cake, did she?

No, she's sending you
the recipe and an apron.

You asshole.

Oh, yeah. It must be nice
to have Kate out there waiting.

It's everything.

I feel like a kid every time she visits. I
walk around for a week grinning like a maniac.

She kept me strong.

Yeah, they do that, don't they?

I had someone once.

All right, you got my attention.

I met her in a bar one night.

Those days I was running and ripping.

Just daring the man to catch me. I was
trying to become a legend, you know?

- Lord, the things you remember.
- You got that right.

She was there the night
Parnell and Scalise busted me.

She jumped all over them
and they kicked the shit out of her.

- You don't forget things like that.
- Lock-in!

Janie had heart.

I'll catch you tomorrow.

Right.

You know, you're in a category
all by yourself in this joint.

You're actually innocent.

Yeah. Not like the rest of these assholes.

So what's on your mind, Virg?

You even think about
getting some payback?

Yes. I have.

- But they're cops.
- They're also human.

- Just barely.
- But...

there's always a way
to take somebody down.

Hey, it's not multiple choice. Yes or no?

It's just not me.

I remember when shanking a man
wasn't you, neither.

Give me some respect on this, will you?

You didn't know a goddamn thing
about respect until I taught you.

Are you going to go home and live happily
ever after like this never happened?

Don't put me under the gun, man.

I just want my life back.

How often does a con get a chance
to get some justice, huh?

Or deserve it?

And I think I've proven myself
ready to re-enter society

and start a new life for myself.

I have a good...

How about the truth?
Hi there, members of the Parole Board.

I've just wasted over three years of my life
for no fucking reason.

Nah, I don't think the truth will fly.

Yeah!

I won't be needing these.

Here.

- Where did you get that stinger?
- Some place.

Just don't blow out the power
when you hook it in the light socket.

I know how to use it. I've been doing time
since Jesus was a baby.

I hardly wore them.

That's my phone number. I haven't had one
for a while, so don't lose it.

I guess I'm gonna have to watch
the neighbourhood all by myself.

I guess that makes you the Mr Rogers
of the correctional system.

I owe you, man.

Everything.

Thank you.

It wasn't nothing.
I had some time to kill anyway.

Take it slow, Rain.
Don't forget your schooling.

Ain't life a motherfucker?

Riding in a car.

You know, Kate,

all things considered, I think
I should have taken the honour ranch.

New colour's great.
What is it?

Robin's egg.

- I'm dying for a beer. Do you want one?
- Are you kidding?

You sure you don't want anything stronger?

Beer's great.

- Place looks wonderful, Kate.
- I'm so glad you're home.

Let me just put these down.

Oh! Goddamn it.

It's OK.

I thought about this moment
for three years.

I wanted it to be perfect.

- We have all the time in the world.
- You're the best.

There's this cabin we can rent
up in Arrowhead.

No neighbours for ten miles.

Guaranteed.

So what do you think?

In the yard there was a strong wind
that always blew from the west.

I'd look out at the mountains
covered with snow.

And sometimes I'd think that wind
was just going to pick me up,

carry me over the walls to you.

You'll never know how much
I missed your sweet face.

That's what kept me alive.

Rainwood.

Long time no see.

Bad-looking ride, Jimmie.

Come on inside. We need to have a talk.

It's all right, Kate.

I haven't done anything. It's OK.

- What are you doing here?
- Nice to see you again, Mrs Rainwood.

You're looking very good.

We had to make another call
in this part of town

and we thought we'd stop by.

Mind if we sit down?

Sit down. Honey, get us
something cold to drink, will you?

- What the fuck's wrong?
- I told you to sit your ass down!

Sit down! Sit down!

Get us something cold to drink,
goddamn it.

Why don't you go do that, Katie?

What are you, some kind of bad-ass
now you did some time, huh?

You can say "fuck" and everything?

Don't you ever come out of your mouth
like a smart-ass with me.

Rainwood, do you know who you are?

You are an ex-convict on parole
and you are owned by the state.

The state believes the police,
not the ex-convict. Always.

Jimmie, I don't want you
to think we're picking on you.

Thank you. We do this
with every parolee we've busted.

It's kind of like preventive maintenance.

Guys get weird ideas
in the joint sometimes.

But this call is special.
You and your crusading cunt of a wife

- have caused us...
- Jimmie, don't! Please don't!

You wouldn't let it go and it got you shit.

Go ahead, Katie. Try to save him,
like you couldn't do before.

From now on, Rainwood,
you are a model citizen.

If we happen to say "shit", you squat.

Understand that
and it might keep you out of jail.

Jimmie?

Are you all right?

I make shit coffee.

I woke up and you were gone.

Jimmie.

They're not going to leave us alone.
You know that, don't you, Kate?

They're going to keep sliding in and out
of our lives whenever they feel like it.

- We can move.
- Kate, I'm on parole.

- Aren't there certain circumstances...
- What kind of reason will I give them?

Police persecution?

Christ, my parole agent would probably
haul me into County for observation.

Then we'll just have to
deal with it somehow.

They came into our home!

Jimmie, you can't fight these men.

And it's not just because they're police.

They destroy people
whenever they feel like it.

And you're not like them.

You don't know me.

- Of course I do.
- Not any more.

What are you talking about?

Talk to me.

You see what's happening to me.

But you've got to understand
it's happening to us.

They're tearing us apart
and I won't stand for that.

I won't lose you.

I'm gonna stop them.

- What are you going to do?
- Whatever it takes.

You can be in, or I'll keep you out
if that's what you what.

Whatever it takes.

I'm here because
we don't know what else to do.

It's like they haunt Jimmie.
And after they came to the house...

We need your help.

Jimmie's introduced me to Malcolm
but he can only do such much.

Those assholes have been
riding high so long

they think the only thing that could
take them down is Kryptonite.

Of course, they are pea-brained,
dickless shitheads.

Which is definitely in
our favour. Definitely.

You've been hoping for
something like this, haven't you?

Let's just say it's makes my decade.

I'll get exactly the information you need
and I'll reach out to you real soon.

You're just like Jimmie described you -

a schemer and a charmer.

Thanks for everything
you did for him, Virgil.

You boys got the competition
running for cover.

That's very good work.

I like having only my dope on the street.
Makes me feel special.

Our pleasure. We like to think we know
how to make a point, Mr Donatelli.

It's Joseph. You keep making that point
and we'll all keep getting wealthier.

Virgil's sure got this shit down.

- How long have they been hooked up?
- It's a pretty recent thing.

Donatelli uses them to edge out
all the other dealers in Long Beach.

Whenever he hears about a competitor
he tips of Parnell and Scalise.

They bust 'em. Fucking cops.

They steal the dope then Donatelli
buys it from them at a discount.

- Mr Slick there the lawyer?
- Mr Nate Blitman.

He spreads the cash around to the judges
and whoever keeps the focus off Donatelli.

That just proves that good legal
representation's a must, doesn't it?

Yeah. You ain't lying, Jimmie Rain.

Same old, same old.

Your wife tells me you have a plan to put
Parnell and Scalise away for a long time.

Yeah. Kate's told me
good things about you.

The problem is you're a cop, like them.

I'm nothing at all like them.

I'm only here because your wife
asked me to come.

You need a cop to make this thing stick.

So if you have something, let's have it.
Otherwise, forget it.

All right. Forget it.

Are you crazy?

You won't be fit to live with
unless we go through with this

and you have been walking around
with a stiff neck

whining about proof
since the day I met you.

Now work the fucking thing out!

What are you willing to do?

At this point, almost anything.

Look, with your help, we can get
these guys dirty and put them away.

And what do I get if I agree?

You'll witness them buying cocaine.

No shit.

You be ready on a half-hour's notice.

I'll give you the time and place.
Just you. No one else.

I'm gonna go along with you on this.

But if you fuck up
and my ass ends up in a sling,

you and I are gonna go round and round.

Well, I guess I'd better not fuck up.

Come here. Come here.

Look at me.

Too many vitamins, huh, Stevie?

What have you got?

Coke. Ten or twelve keys, uncut.

I can tell you where
and I can tell you when it's going to be.

You guys grab it
before they step on it, you're rich.

- Who does it belong to?
- Reynolds.

I don't know anybody named Reynolds.
Who's Reynolds?

He's that new guy that just set up.

So?

- It'll cost you a grand, man.
- You fucking little junkie son of a bitch!

- You fucking junkie.
- I need the money, man.

You'll get the rest when you call.

This better be real.

- Hell of a performance.
- This is going to give me a heart attack.

Now, Stevie, I just want you to understand

that Malcolm and I know people
who can find you anywhere.

I hate those pricks, too.
I've been looking for a chance like this.

You got your money and your chance. Now
take the next... whatever... and leave.

All right! Freeze! Get down!

...your fucking head off.
Keep your hands where I can see them.

We're gonna find you boys a real job.

Oh, you want to get frisky, huh?

I'm gonna take you boys
on the whoopee tour.

All right, up against the wall. Now!

Spread 'em.

- How did we do?
- There was only 25 or 30 keys.

I'm so disappointed.

Move it. Got a couple of live ones
for you here. Up against the desk.

- Spread 'em.
- Coke. Almost two keys.

- You trying to go for the record?
- Yep, we're going for the record.

That is unfortunate.

Well, Mr Blitman.

- What are you doing here?
- You have some of our people down here.

You are booking
two of Mr Donatelli's employees.

Mr Donatelli will expect to see you
tomorrow morning.

- Mr Blitman, could we...
- Don't worry, boys.

- Mr Blitman?
- Please let me out.

I thought they were working for Reynolds.

One thing is for sure, Donatelli is not
going to believe this was an accident.

Look, we call him up,
we tell him what happened,

we give him back his dope. It's no big deal.

Look, we've been doing this
for a long time, huh?

We're still alive, we've got some dough
and we're not in the joint.

Why don't we just keep this dope?
We'll just keep it and we'll split.

We've got those people in Florida.
They'll give us a good price for it.

We could leave the country. It's not like
we don't have emergency plans, you know.

On your face, motherfucker. Now!

Do it! Get down.

Get down!

Get the keys.

- On your feet!
- Put your free hand on top of your head.

Free hand on top of your head!

Move to the post.

Man, do you have any idea who we are?

Yeah. Two thirds of the Three Stooges.

Just be cool. Buy some time.

If they find out
we've been ripped off, we're dead.

We'll handle it, Dan. We'll handle it.

How could you be so stupid?

That was my dope
and those were my men.

Look uh...

We'll bring you your drugs tomorrow.
It's too risky to touch it today.

Really.

By noon tomorrow. Or the world
won't be big enough to swallow you up.

And remember this - if either of you
fuck me, you both fuck me. Understand?

And if you fuck me,
being cops won't mean nothing.

I'll kill your families, then you.

And I'll do it in pieces.

Now get out of here.

Yeah, Special Narcotics. Parnell.

This is one of the guys that took you off.

Well, what do you want?

Look uh... we made a big mistake. We
didn't know the dope belonged to Donatelli.

- Yeah, you made a big mistake, all right.
- OK, OK, OK.

All we want is some travelling money.
Twenty thousand.

We'll sell it back to you, we're gone.

We just want out alive, you know?

- All right. There's this place outside town...
- No, no.

I'll call you back with the place.
Have the money.

Kate?

You'll call Fitzgerald in ten minutes?

This doesn't scare you, does it?

It scares me.

But I can handle it.

Jimmie.

You said I don't know you any more.

But I do.

I've thought a lot about what
must have happened to you in prison.

It's not what happened to me, Kate.

It's what I did.

I promise you, after tonight,

we'll have our lives back.

- But if something goes wrong...
- Jimmie...

If I wind up back in prison,

you have to promise me
that you'll move on with your life.

I don't want you to hold on again, Kate.

I love you too much for that.

I can't make that promise to you.

So I guess you'll just
have to come back to me.

Jimmie Rain.

$20,000 for three quarters
of a million in coke.

It's not a bad deal.

Come on, you're doing the right thing.

- Just think of it as early retirement, huh?
- Right.

We'll be in Florida
before Donatelli even misses us.

Make sure you get a receipt.

- Anything?
- No, looks all clear.

Drive by the shops, huh?

We got company.

- You guys miss your bus?
- You the man?

Turn around. Spread your legs.

- He's clean.
- I'm gonna tell you exactly how it goes.

You give me the money.
When my partner sees me drive off

he'll put the rest of the coke
in that barrel over there in the corner.

- I want that out here dope right now!
- Slow down!

I don't want to slow down!
Who is this creep, anyway?

I'm your daddy, punk.

Back off.

All right, now look.
Here's the bread.

I'm gone, gentlemen.

- Are you crazy?
- Shut up.

Shit.

- Mike!
- Shut up.

I'm not gonna let shit like this
order me around.

I want you to call your partner, get him out
here in five seconds, with the dope,

or I'll blow your fucking brains out
right here. You understand me? Now do it.

Jimmie! Jimmie!

Yo, Jimmie!

Jimmie!

- Let him go!
- Rainwood!

Let him go. I've got it.

OK, Danny. You go and get the stuff
and you put it in the car.

Come out here where I can see you.

Put the bag down right here.

Up against the car. Hands on the trunk.

You know the position, Rainwood.

Uh-huh. What have we here?

Oh, Mike. It's yours.

Turn around.

You've got balls, Rainwood.
I'll give you that.

I'm just gonna pick up this little bag here

and take a stroll.

And if you try anything tricky,
I will shoot you.

Now let him go.

Rainwood, you son of a bitch.

Police!

Danny! Meet me at the entrance.

Give it up, Scalise! Give it up!

Don't do it!

Hey, man, I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

I'm a police officer.
There's a man hurt back there.

Police officer.

- I'm gonna cut you in half.
- I wouldn't bet on that.

Jimmie!

Clear the yellow line.

Clear the yellow line.

New fish! Fish on the line!

Hey, Officer!

Ain't life a motherfucker?

Hold on, I'll be back for you,
it won't be long

But for now there's something else
that's calling me

So take me down a lonesome road

Point me east and let me go

That suitcase weighs me down
with memories

I just wanna be the one you run to

I just wanna be the one you come to

I just wanna be there for someone
when the night comes

Let's put all the cares behind us

And go where they'll never find us

I just wanna be there beside you when
the night comes, when the night comes

I know there'll be a time for you and I

Just take my hand and run away

Think of all the pieces
of the shattered dream

We're gonna make it out some day

We'll be coming back,
coming back to stay

When the night comes

I wanna be the one you run to

Aah, when the night comes

To be the one you come to

I wanna be the one you run to

I just wanna be the one you run to

Wanna be the one you come to

I just wanna be there for someone

When the night comes,
when the night comes

Aah, aah, when the night comes

When the night rolls down

Aah, aah, when the night comes

I wanna be with you

Aah, aah, when the night comes

When the night comes in