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Hey, we have the shooter
in the Lopez case.

That's what I said!

No way.

Hey, hey, what's up?

Hey, it's
chicken-noodle Campbell.

Shouldn't you be sittin'
in a high chair?

Coroner's report.

Yo, man, why don't you
just try crack?

College humor.

Oh, yeah. The captain
says no more 9-7-6 calls.

Uh, Mr. Lovebeads,
you're gonna have to seek

higher enlightenment
somewhere else.

I'm Lieutenant Cole.

I've been assigned
to the case.

They asked me to come back here,
look through the file.

Didn't mean to be discourteous.
Nice to meet you.

Yeah, I heard about you.
I wasn't expecting you so soon.

You worked, uh,
in New York, right?

DeMarco killings?
Yes, sir.

Yeah, well,
this ain't New York,

and this ain't
the DeMarco killings.

We work as a team
around here.

You know, the way
I work is, uh,

I just kind of like
to solve the case.

I don't really care
who gets the credit.

Beautiful.

And that's that.

We call this guy
the "Family Man."

He's killed six families
in the last eight months,

All ritual killings.

Have you found
any connection

between the victims
at all?

Other than the fact that
they're all Catholic,

which ties into
the crucifixion ritual, no.

Hey, Jim...

They just found
two more.

Well... Fresh kill.

Today's your lucky day.

Let's go.

This ain't the same, Jim.

Yeah, this is the first
one in a motel.

All the rest have taken
place in their houses.

Normally we can I.D.
the couple,

but... Other than that,

it's pretty much
the same M.O.

There's a lot more
than that going on.

I mean, this is different.

So-- So, you married
or what?

See? This is what I hate
about new partners.

They always want
to get personal.

I don't want to talk
about it, all right?

Okay.

Forget that I ever mentioned
anything at all.

Good.

So, you married
or what?

No, I'm not married.

See, every cop I know
who's married

got a wife
that won't sleep with him,

two kids that don't listen
to him,

and a dog that'd rather
lick himself than go fetch the paper.

All units, respond to
a barricaded suspect

with hostages
at the St. Edmund School.

Possible suicide.

Yeah, we're
in that area--

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey,
man, what are you doin'?

What? It's right over here.

No, no. see,
that's suicide.

We're homicide.

Now, some dumb ass want
to jump off a building,

that's his problem.

Somebody push his ass
off the building,

then call me.

The way I look at it,
death is death,

You know, I mean,
we gotta have compassion

for the dead, the dying,
the could be dying,

and the about to be dead.
Okay, I'm going, I'm going.

Faster. Come on.
Quickly, quickly.

Come on. Hurry, hurry.

Detective Cole,
Detective Campbell. What do we got?

There's a boy
named Johnny Deverell.

He's a senior.
He's got a gun

And a class full of kids.

Oh, that's nice.

What does he want?
i don't know.

His girlfriend
broke up with him.

He's got her up there, too.

Has he been in any kind
of trouble before?

He was arrested for drugs.

They had him seeing
some therapist.

Yeah. Must've been
the wrong therapist, huh?

Keep everybody quiet,
Keep everybody back.

Yo, man, you know
this ain't our gig.

Look, man, this is
a lovesick kid.

A well-armed
lovesick kid.

Why do you think
they got S.W.A.T?

'Cause they
look good in black.

See if you can get me
a couple cell phones right away.

Johnny... Johnny,
please stop it.

They're gonna hurt you.

Shut your mouth, Millie!

I'm not in the mood.

Put the gun down, Johnny.
Just put it down.

Shut up!

Johnny, stop it.
Please, Johnny...

(OVER P.A.) Johnny...

This is Detective Cole,
L.A.P.D.

I'm not here to hurt you.
I'm here to help you.

I got to get into some kind
of dialog

with you before the guys
in black get here

'cause they don't wanna
listen to anybody.

I don't want you to get hurt.

I want you to step
over to the window

and look at me.

You'll see that I'm unarmed.

Nobody move!

(OVER P.A.)
Come on over.

Step over to the window

And look at me.

Sorry, Johnny.
Put the gun down.

I don't want to shoot you,
and you don't want to be dead.

Oh, yeah? Why not?

Drop the gun.

Come on.

What do you want?

Don't talk to me
like you know me, man.

You want me to
start shooting?

You're right.
I don't know you.

I'm gonna
put my gun down...

We'll start out like this.

Now, what's the problem?

You don't
understand, man.

You don't understand.
I can't go back with him.

I can't. I won't.

With who?

You don't understand.

I... Can't go back
with him.

With who?

Can't. I won't.

I love you, Johnny!

I love you, too.

Oh.

I love you, too.

I hate this job.

Calm down, son.
Wait!

Watch your head.

Calm down.
- Wait!

Now, you see? S.W.A.T
would've killed this boy.

You know it and I know it.

You're not a freelancer, okay?

Oh, no. This ain't
New York.

No shit.

Frank Deverell.

Figures.

Rich people's kids
are always fucked up.

Lieutenant, where do I find
Detective Cole?

Right down there, sir.

Thank you.

Detective Cole?
Yes, sir.

I'd just like to thank you

from the bottom of my heart

for not letting my stepson
take his own life.

You look like
a very sincere individual,

and I really, really
appreciate your coming down.

So nice of you.

Well, I sincerely hope

that if there's ever
anything I can do for you,

you won't hesitate
to ask me.

You'll be
the first one I dial.

Let's get outta here.

Nice coat.

Detective Cole,
can I have a minute?

I'm kind of busy
right now.

Oh, I'll be very brief.

Uh. Mr. Deverell asked me
to speak to you

on behalf of his stepson?

Uh-huh. About what?

Well, Mr. Deverell
feels your testimony

would be very helpful in
getting Johnny acquitted

on grounds of
temporary insanity.

Well, there's
a little problem there.

See, first of all,
I don't think he's insane,

and second of all,
I like to testify

as to what
actually happened.

Look, Detective...

Uh, Johnny's been going

through a very difficult time.

Now, he needs treatment.

Not prison.
Uh-huh.

Now, Mr. Deverell,
well, as you may know,

he's a-- Well, he's
a very important man,

A man with a lot of influence,
a man who could

help or hurt a career.

Just what is it
that you do for this man?

I'm in charge of
Mr. Deverell's security.

Oh.

Could have fooled me.

I kind of thought you were an attorney.
Listen, um,

I want you to deliver
a message for me.

You tell your asshole boss
that nobody--

Nobody threatens me.

I understand.

I'll convey your feelings
to Mr. Deverell.

Now get your ugly
white ass outta here

and don't come back.

The motel victim had some problems

I thought you might
want to know about.

Besides being shot
in the head and crucified?

What are you gonna tell me,
she had a bad hair day?

She would've been dead
in a couple of months.

From what?

I found advanced
osteosarcoma

and interstitial fibrosis.

If you don't say it
in English,

I'm gonna beat you to
death with a dictionary.

It's a rare form
of bone cancer,

and this cancer has spread
throughout her body.

What would cause
something like that?

What am I,
the Amazing Randi?

We have tests to run.
It will take time.

What'd you come up with
on prints?

Nothin'.

I don't think
she's local.

Neither do I.

I don't even think
she's American.

I think she's Russian.

Wait...

I thought he
was the Amazing Randi.

Hair, cheekbones...

Genetic bone structure.

I think she's Russian,
most likely Georgian.

You can tell all that
just by looking at her?

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, right. She's an aquarius
and likes country music.

Was an aquarian.

You see, the spirit
has left the body.

What we have here
is a mere broken vessel.

A broken vessel?

Anything else interesting
about the body

that you'd like
to comment on or...Uh...

She got nice tits?

Precisely, grasshopper.

But a little bit too nice.

Okay, partner...

Run this number.

Okay.

Detective Cole's
not gonna cooperate.

That's the problem
with new cops.

They need to be taught
who to pay attention to.

I'd be happy to
teach him that lesson.

No.

Put some of our
Russian friends on it.

Let them earn their money
for a change.

So, everything else
in shape?

Like clockwork.

Everyone still in the dark?

Oh, it's a very tight seal...

As long as everyone
keeps their mouth shut.

They will.

I think we've set
a very good example.

So why L.A.?
New York didn't have

enough psychopaths for you?

Ah, I didn't get along
with my captain,

figured it was time
for a change,

the ex moved out here
with the kids...

Yeah, y'all just
go on and "nee how ma."

Oh, no, thank you.
I don't know you that well.

No, no. That's tea.
That's good stuff.

That's deer antler.
It's good for your masculinity.

Ain't nothin' wrong with
my manhood, thank you.

Let me just have a little sip.

Hey, this is
my favorite movie.

Do you know I'm black?

I have no idea
what you're saying.

She says that movie
always makes her cry.

Oh, yeah, it's
a real tear-jerker.

I mean, not that,
you know,

not that I cry at movies
or anything

like that. I just, you know...

I mean, it takes more
than a sad scene

to break me,
you know what I mean?

Once in a while
you should cry

'cause, like, it
cleanses the soul.

You could use
a little bit of that.

If I need
a cleansing,

I'll have a bran muffin,
thank you.

You ain't gonna
find one here.

Aw, shit.

Man, I think I'm allergic
to the incense.

Y'all sell roaches?

Damn, I'm in
the wrong business.

I could make money
and never leave my apartment.

Oh, yeah, just put this
underneath your tongue.

It's perfect for allergies.
Clear you right up.

Ooh, shit...

This is bitter, man.

Bitter? I don't know
why it would be bitter. What is this?

Oh, it's just
a little bit of...

Powdered deer penis.

Oh, shit, man!

What the fuck?

That's real funny, man.

That's real fuckin' funny.

Damn, do I feel violated.

So tell me, man,
what's up with the beads?

This here?
Yeah.

It's called a mala.
Tibetan prayer beads.

What do you use them for?

I use them to calm my mind

and to purify my thoughts.

Yeah, I use Jack Daniels.

See, now, we're tryin'
to go to the same place.

we're just using
a different technique.

'Cept I don't wear
the bottle around my neck.

That's because you'd lose your job
if you did.

RODEN TO 4-KING-63.

Just got a call
from an informant

who claims to have info
on the family man.

Says he'll only give it
to you guys.

Waitin' for you
on the south dock.

This is 4-king-63.
We're on our way.

See? They're breaking

into that car over there.

Look, man, we're here to meet
an informant.

We don't have time for that.
We're police.

We gotta go get the bad guys
once in a while.

You know, why don't we just
get you some red boots

and a cape, and you can
fly around the city

and stop all the crime?

Police! Freeze!

You know what really
pisses me off?

when I see a bunch of sorry-ass motherfuckers
like you

with more hair than me.
Now, turn around,

put your goddamn hands
up on the car

before I go get my clippers
and go crazy up in here.

Fuck you, pig.

Fuck you?
Did he say "Fuck you"?

I'm confused.

We got the badges,
we got the guns,

you have a screwdriver.

It's kind of like, you know,

taking a screwdriver
to a gun fight.

And "pig"?

That's an old phrase.

Y'all must not be
from around here.

Y'all must be from
another country--

Drop the guns... Please.

Look, now, this is
a police matter.

got nothin' to do with you.

Drop the guns.

I think we're gonna have
to do this the hard way.

I can't fight, man.

What do you mean,
you can't fight?

It's a fine time
to tell me now.

Get down on your
knees... Now.

Well, he likes you.
That's the good news.

Sorry... Not without
dinner and a movie.

Your friend likes to
do things the hard way.

Now, how about you?

My friend, you know,
he's a little bit country.

I'm a little bit
rock 'n' roll.

What does that mean?

Just an expression.

What do you want?

You... Dead.

Why?
Because the pay is so good.

Ah. Well...

How about if I double the pay?

You have balls.

But I don't think you
have enough money.

Well, I do.

I've got thousands
of dollars in my pocket.

I'm gonna reach into
my back pocket slowly

to get my wallet.

I have a lot of cash,

or you could take plastic.

This is rock 'n' roll.

You know,
for a minute there

I forgot you said
you can't fight.

It's not that I can't fight.
I'm not supposed to.

It's against my religion,
you know?

Oh, great.
I'm a Buddhist.

Yeah. The kung fu priest.

Who sent you, man?

The Russian mafia.

Let me try.
You speak Russian?

A little bit.

Answer me, goddamn it,

before I beat the shit
out of you,

You dumb ass!

You speak good Russian.

Yeah. It's Black Russian.

Read him his rights,
even though he's a little unconscious.

He knows 'em.

I'm tellin' you, Captain,
this guy is weird.

Yeah, show me a cop
who isn't.

Look, I'm not talking
about a cop who wears pantyhose.

This guy,
he speaks Chinese,

he dresses like a monk,
and the Russians yesterday,

he took those guys out

like Bruce Lee, only better.

I mean, I saw him
use his credit card

like a goddamn ginsu knife.

Where the hell would you learn
something like that?

I don't know.
Maybe the army.

What do you want me
to do, Jim? Look at his resume?

Don't come to me
with this kind of shit.

Just work with the guy.

Work with the guy.

What does this say to you?

Punishment
and purification.

He believes he's
helping these people

by turning them
into martyrs,

Only he can't get
any satisfaction,

so he keeps doin' it,

gettin' bolder and bolder

until he's either
caught or killed.

And he ain't getting
his orders from the devil, either.

He believes he's listening
to Jesus himself.

You learn well,
grasshopper.

Task force. Campbell.

Yeah.

All right.

Two more bodies.

Hey, hey, slow down.

Excuse me--
It's all right. We'll be back later.

Hey, man, get this virgin
off the crime scene.

We got Andrew Dunleavy,
a psychiatrist,

and this is his wife, Ellen.

There are two children,
but we haven't been able--

Yeah, Roden, squash that, man.

Are you all right, Jack?

Jim, got a minute?
Sure.

Careful. He wants
to borrow money. i know that look.

Got something
for you to look at.

What is it?

Found a print at
the Dunleavy scene...

On the woman's body.

Oh, beautiful.

Whew, it's about time.
Let's run it right away.

Already did.

It's Cole's.

Your brother still work
intelligence, right?

Yeah.

Tell him to find out
everything he can on Cole. All right.

Off the record.

All right.

Okay, we're gonna extend
the house-to-house canvass

by four blocks.

We're looking for any links
between the victims,

where they shop, where they
get their cars repaired,

pictures developed, anything,
no matter how small.

Philly, do me a favor
and get me copies

of these blood paintings
on the walls

in this particular stack
of crime scene photos.

Send them out to every
psych ward and prison

throughout the United States.

Maybe a former patient.

I don't know. I just think that,
uh, this work is so unique

that any prisoner
psychiatrist or priest

would definitely
not forget it.

All right, everybody knows what to do.

Let's go.

Oh. Yeah.
No, I understand.

Um, yeah, I'll get there
as fast as I can.

Thanks.
Hey, you're home early.

What's up?

Oh, I have
a new patient,

and they don't think
she has a long time to live, so...

Hey.

What's wrong?

There's been
another killing.

Oh.

Same guy?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Jack.

He killed Ellen
and her husband.

He did what?

I gotta go tell my kids

that their mother's dead.

Oh, Jesus, Jack...

I think he's making it
personal, you know?

Yeah.
Westlake Security.

Yes, uh, I'd like you
to tell Mr. Smith

that Mr. Jones needs to
contact him right away.

MAN: I think there
may be a problem.

Spit it out, son.

Mr. Jones.

He's asking
to see you.

Really?

I wonder what
took him so long.

What would you
like me to do?

Uh...

Ignore him.

He's being
dealt with,

and we have
bigger fish to fry.

Whatever you say.

"Ten ways to spend
your weekend."

Come on.

This is all we could
get on Cole.

Let's see...

N.Y.P.D., homicide,

task force command on the
DeMarco serial killings...

Lots of medals,
good cop.

He tracked down
the DeMarco killer,

shot him on a rooftop
one-on-one,

and then was busted for
acting without sanction.

Two coffees, Raffi,
extra sugar.

Uh, no coffee for me.

They're both for me.

Anything else?
Uh-uh.

Nothing in
the military records.

Almost nothin'
before the N.Y.P.D.

Looks like this guy
came outta nowhere.

Wait a minute.
You're tellin' me

we don't know nothin'
about this guy?

Oh, yeah. There's one thing
we know for sure.

He used to be married
to the Dunleavy woman.

Son of a bitch.

"In my father's house,
there are many rooms.

"If it were not so,
would I have told you

"that I go to prepare
a place for you?

"Thomas said to him,

"'Lord, we do not know
where you are going.'

"Jesus said to him,

"'I am the way
and the truth and the life.

"'No one comes
to the father but by me.'"

Why didn't you tell anybody
it was your ex-wife?

You know they would've
pulled me off the case.

Yeah, well, you should've told me.
We're working together.

Well, I didn't.

We ID'd the couple
at the motel.

Eugene and Sonya Roslov.

Russian, just like you said.

Any connection
to the others?

Nah, they weren't
even Catholic.

There goes that theory.
What's next?

This is empty.

It's everything
we know about you.

Your background's nothing
but smoke and mirrors.

Who are you, Jack?

I can't get into it
right now.

Yeah, well, maybe
you can get into this.

We found your print
at your ex-wife's house.

Well,

she's my ex-wife, you know?

I pick up my kids
there all the time.

The print's
on the body.

Planted.

Yeah, right, and there's a puff
of smoke coming from the grassy knoll.

What kind of bullshit
you trying to run, man?

I ain't always been a cop.
That's all I can tell you right now.

Look...

You are one mysterious
motherfucker.

Nobody seems to know
anything about your past,

and the only piece
of evidence I got points right at you.

Now, does that
worry you, Jack?

Do I look worried?

Well, it damn sure
worries me.

Hello. Lento's.

No, no. I'm sorry,
we're closed.

No, uh... No, no, no, no.
It's a private lunch.

Excuse me.

There is nothing
I can do about it.

I'm trying to tell you,
see, we're closed today. Excuse me.

Tomorrow we'll be open.
It'll be fine--

Hey, asshole, what are you? Blind?
We're closed, okay?

You kind of talk too much.

Yeah, go ahead. Come on over.
We'll give you a table.

You're unbelievable.
Wh... What are you doing here?

Huh?
You need to turn around and leave.

That's what you need to do--
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow!

...its own making.

You don't call,
you don't write,

and what's worse is
you don't take my calls.

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.
Senator, I'm sorry.

I, I'm...
I... Senator...

Look,

why don't you and I

take your little
sensitive ponytail

and your little sissy beads
and get outta here, okay?

Let's go.

As I was saying,

Senator,
as you can see,

some urgent business
has just come up.

Thank you, Senator.
So kind.

Jack Cole...

God, it's been such
a long time, Jack.

That is the name
you're using now, correct?

At the moment.

Can I get you
a bite to eat?

The food is
truly wonderful,

though the service does leave a little
to be desired. Listen, cut the shit.

I need some names,
names of consultants.

Don't tell me there's a problem you
can't take care of yourself?

Look, it's about
the serial killings,

and I know you know
all about them. Yes, I do.

Truly wicked.

Sorry about Ellen.

Wonderful woman.

You know, the last two murders were,

definitely the work of a pro.

Not a serial killer.

And... and I
just have the feeling

that you might know
who this pro is.

Let me guess.

They've discovered
your checkered past,

and now they suspect you.

Not exactly.
You see, they're still not

totally up
on my past yet,

but I know you are.

Therefore,
I'm sure you realize

what I'm capable of doing
to you if I have to.

Oh, yes.

Yes, indeed, I do.

What kind of consultant
are you looking for?

Uh, this individual
gives me the impression

that he's a freelancer.

Uh-huh.
Hiding his targets

in the scenario
of a serial killer.

Likes a .22,
likes head shots.

Seems to be inflicting
costume wounds

on the victims
after they're dead

and has excellent
cleaning skills.

Well, I'll certainly
keep my eyes peeled and my ears open.

Right now, that's just
not gonna be good enough.

Well, Jack, now, you know,
there's a problem.

I'm kind of busy right now
testifying before Congress.

They're getting
kind of cranky

about where we get
our covert op funds,

but, as it's you...

I'll certainly
do the best I can.

For old times' sake.

Good to see you,
buddy.

Bye, buddy.

If you ever pull
that shit with me again,

I'll kill you.

And all your little Chinese, moo-shoo pork
potions in the world

will not save you
next time.

You know, you shouldn't
knock Chinese potions.

I have something
in my pocket right now

that'll completely clear up
that bruise on your forehead.

What bruise?

That bruise.

Do you validate parking?

Hello. Lento's.

No, no, no.
That won't work.

We're closed for renovation.
I'd say...

Two months. Yeah.

Thanks.

Farrell, you're chasing
your tail with this one.

He probably bought it
at a flea market.

No way we're gonna
find him there.

But where
do you think--

We're gonna
have to go back to the basics.

You guys gotta do
your canvassing.

Your phone is ringing.

You're not
listening to me.

Read my lips.
Talk to the people!

Campbell.
Detective? My name is Melanie Sardes.

Yeah?
I think I know who you're looking for.

I'm so sorry I didn't call you guys
sooner, Detective.

But I don't open
my mail every day.

There's so much,
it kind of gets away from me.

Well, I used to teach art
two days a week up at the prison.

Do you have
a cold?

No, I'm allergic
to the incense.

Oh, can I get you
something?

No, thanks.

I'm gonna go suck
on some deer penis. I'll be all right.

It's, uh, Chinese
deer penis.

You, you put it
under your...

Um, you... You
were saying?

Well, I knew the drawings
you sent were familiar.

Especially the halos.

Then when I saw
the Titian crucifixion,

it just clicked.

He was my favorite
student.

See, my whole approach
is organic.

I start on
the inside influence,

and then I try to draw
on the student's inner life.

It's about having them
find the moment.

A moment without--
Melanie?

I've got to hurry back
to the '90s now.

Could you just
give me his name?

Christopher Maynard.

Where's our warrants?

P's and q's, people.
We need this collar clean.

Hey, Francis?
- Yeah.

What's going on?

You didn't hear?
No, I didn't hear.

We got a make
on the killer.

Name and address. We're just
waiting for the warrants.

Thank you so much
for telling me.

Well, I figured
Campbell told you.

Yeah. Give me research.

Uh, listen,
would you do me a favor,

and check and see if
there's a Catholic church

within a nine block radius
of 929, Barrow Street?

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I had this feeling
I was gonna die today.

Christopher...

This isn't gonna
work, buddy.

Here in a church,

with the priest.

I don't want to be
hurting people.

I don't like to.

Could I please speak
with the priest?

Could I have
your permission

to please speak with
the father a minute?

I know you don't
want to hurt him.

Father,

come here, please.

Right away.

Get outta here.

Are they
searching for me?

Yes, sir, they are.

How did you know
I'd be here?

Well...

I just took a lucky guess.

It's the closest
church to your home and--

You're the new cop
they brought in, right?

Yes, sir, I am.
How'd you know?

I keep track of these things.
It's part of my job.

So, you know...

You killed my ex-wife,
don't you?

I want you to know
I didn't hurt her.

You didn't?

I only kill who
I was told to kill.

Who I had to kill.

The Roslovs?

The Dunleavys?

Did you kill them?

I was spared them.

Someone else
was called.

Who was given the call,
Christopher?

There's too much pain here.
I gotta go now.

Listen to me--

You stay!

Listen to me.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

The time of
my last confession was 6 months ago.

Christopher,
please--

Then you help me!

You help me!

I can't do that.

I am in hell!

I am in hell!

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Do it now,
or I will kill you,

you believe it!

One!

Two!
This is God's house.

Don't make me do this.

Please!
Don't!

Three!

This is Maynard's gun.
Book it for me.

All right.

This is bad, Jack.
This is real bad, man.

I can't win
for losing, man.

I tried so hard not
to let this happen.

Look, we tossed
his house.

We found all kind of shit.
Barbed wire, spikes.

He was definitely
our guy.

Oh, shit.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Well, I just thought
that he wouldn't be home.

Maybe find him
at the church.

So you came
to blow him away?

No, sir. He drew down on me
and tried to kill me.

I had no choice.

No choice?

The priest told me
he let him go.

Said he was calm.

We'll never know,
will we?

Just like DeMarco
in New York.

You come out alone.

The suspect is dead.

Listen, Captain, we had
a positive ID on--

Shut the fuck up!

I don't want freelance
cops working for me.

I want you and you,

Internal Affairs,
tomorrow morning.

Don't be late.

No, no, not so fast.
We're sending for the poly.

So, what did you
tell him?

Everything.

The prints,
the bullshit past, the whole nine.

You didn't leave me
any choice, Jack.

Hey, that's what friends
are for, right?

I'm going to start by asking you
a couple of test questions

just to establish
a baseline.

Please answer yes
to both questions.

Are you detective Jack Cole?

Yes.

Have you ever climbed
Mount Everest? Yes.

Okay, let's begin.

You've been a police officer
for 7 years?

Yes.

Do you know how your fingerprints

came to be
at the crime scene?

No
.

Are you withholding information pertinent
to this investigation?

No. Did you shoot
Christopher Maynard?

Yes.

Was it in self-defense?
Yes.

Did you kill your ex-wife?

No.

Have you ever
killed anyone?

Yes.

Have you ever killed anyone
outside of police duty?

I don't think
that's pertinent to this investigation.

It's a yes or no
answer, Jack.

Is it?

There's my answer.

Hey, don't do yourself
any favors, Jack.

Well?

I've never seen
anything like this.

Everything reads true.

Look, uh...

Could someone learn
to beat this thing?

It's possible,

but you'd have
to have total control over your emotions.

I don't know anybody
who could pull that off.

What do you want me
to do, Jack?

Prints thing's bad enough,
but jerking the poly off,

just leaves us with
our dicks in the air

for all your fans
out there.

You've got to tell me which fans
you're talking about. I have so many.

I'm talking about
Frank Deverell.

Aha. He's talking
to people about you.

Like who?

Like the DA.
Oh.

About how you never
should have been on the scene with his kid.

About how you put him
through a window?

You know, I wonder if that's
the same Frank Deverell

that came and thanked
me on bended knee

for not shooting his son
in the goddamn head.

Yeah, things change.

Internal Affairs
is looking at you, Jack,

which means they're
looking at me, too.

I'm gonna suspend you until
we can sort this shit out.

Yeah.

You know, I, somehow,
think that you know

that I'm getting
screwed.

Yeah? Well, tell it
to the worry beads.

No one's taking any
chances with you, Jack.

You're officially a suspect in the murder
of your ex-wife and her husband.

So give me your ID,
give me your badge,

and make sure
we know where you are.

Because IA
is coming for you.

Which one of those
did you just piss in?

Son of a bitch.

Yo, Cap, you wanted
to see me?

Christopher Maynard was with his
church group in New York for 2 weeks.

Yep, keep me posted.

Accounted for every minute.

There's no way he could
have done the last two.

Cole?

You tell me.

He was having a custody
battle with his ex-wife.

She didn't want him spending
too much time with the kids.

Listen to this.
When he was in New York,

the DeMarco killings started two months after he
got assigned to homicide.

He moves out here
8 months ago.

Exactly 2 months
after that,

the Family Man
killing starts.

Maybe we should see
what he has to say.

What, are you going
soft on me, Jim?

Guy's a weirdo.
You said so yourself.

Just let Internal Affairs
handle it.

They're putting a case
together right now.

Okay.

Campbell.

Stay away from him.

He's bad news.

Right.

I take it something's amiss?

Cole.

What was he
doing there?

Didn't look like he was
after anything specific.

Just fishing.
Nothing to worry about.

Got halfway
through the place.

Nothing there to connect
you to the Roslov woman.

I hope not.

For your sake.

You should have gone
through that house days ago.

I'm not supposed
to be doing clean-up.

Where is she?
Have you seen her?

No, Mr. Richard.
I can't find her.

She checked
out of the hotel,

but this note came
just after you left.

"I cannot go with you

"or ever see you again.

"I love you, my darling."

That's the last call, Mr. Richard.

"God bless you."

Hey, what's up?
Hey! Hey!

Hey, what's up, man?

Well, what the hell
are you doing here?

I gotta talk.

Those aren't tears,
are they?

What? No, man.

I, uh, my eyes leak
sometimes when I yawn. That's all, man.

They leak?
Yeah.

They leak.
What you want?

Let me just...

Man, I'm, I'm fine...
What do you want?

I gotta talk to you.

All right. Come on.

What if there's
a serial killer out there?

He's killing
families,

we nickname him
"the Family Man."

But there's somebody
else out there

who's got something
more sinister going on.

He has to terminate
some targets.

So he kills his targets
and their entire families

to make himself look
like the Family Man.

While we're looking
for a serial killer.

When, in fact,
there's two of them, and one of them's a pro.

How do you know
it's a pro?

'Cause I know
the work of a pro.

I found this in
Sonya Roslov's house.

It's a round trip
ticket to Moscow,

bought and paid for
by Deverell industry.

So, you think Frank Deverell
had something to do with this?

I do, sir.

Now, Sonya Roslov.
She was a translator.

I mean, if Deverell
did any business in Russia,

it would make sense
that he would hire someone like that.

What if she
was a mule?

Smuggling what?

Chemical weapons
of some kind.

I mean, you know,
now that the wall fell,

there's a ton of that stuff
floating around everywhere.

That would explain
the cancer in her body.

And if you look
at who controls that stuff on the black market,

it's the Russian mafia.

As in the guys
who jumped us.

You got it.

So, what connects
the Dunleavys to Deverell?

I don't know yet,
but I know we could find out.

You know they will
take my badge

if they find out
I'm working with you.

But my gut tells me
you might be right.

And I always
go with my gut.

Okay.

I don't know about you,
but I'm gonna go see the rest of this movie.

Is it a good movie?

You never seen
Casablanca?

You're asking me

if I've ever seen
Casablanca?

Have you?
You've gotta be kidding!

Me? Never seen
Casablanca?

Have you ever seen
Casablanca?

No.

Come on.

And, of course, Donald survived

with everything
but his pride intact.

I never expected Cole
to get this close.

I thought you kept better
track of your ex-employees.

No way to anticipate
he'd become this involved.

Who is he?

Obviously
not just a cop.

Mmm. He was
a brilliant soldier.

West Point,
that kind of thing.

I found him in Vietnam.

Recruited him for
a special projects unit.

The program, we called it.

He handled a lot
of (PAUSES) odd jobs for us.

Such as?
Now, Mr. Deverell,

don't ask about things
you don't really want to know.

Suffice to say,
to the people he hunted for us,

he was known as
"The Glimmer Man."

There'd be nothing
but jungle.

Then a glimmer.

Then you'd be dead.

Why isn't he
still with you?

He was booted out
of the program in '84.

Went native on us.

Made up his own
assignments.

Disappeared
for months.

Ended up
in Thailand,

chanting in some temple
or another.

They say he was saved
by a holy man.

There's so many stories about this fella,

I don't know which ones
are true anymore.

What do we
do about him?

Broom him.

Time to lose everybody
who knows anything.

And I mean everybody.

Johnny's no threat.

I beg to differ.

He's already spilled
to the shrink.

The poor boy
knows too much.

Simple as that.

Johnny will do
what I say.

Let me put this
another way.

I have four loose links
in this operation...

Two cops, you,
and the boy.

Three of you have to go.

You can choose which three.

You'll have
to do it yourself.

Frank, I'll take
care of Johnny.

Who's gonna take care
of Cole and Campbell?

I'll put Donald on
the others right away.

That's the spirit.

Now, come on in.

The water's fine.

Shit.

Take the kids upstairs.

John Cole?

Yes. Miller and Russo
from Internal Affairs.

We have a warrant
for your arrest.

Do you want to take a minute to,
uh, gather a few things?

No, that's perfectly all right.
I'm ready to go.

Coldest winter
I can remember in LA.

Wettest, too.

They got you,
too, huh?

No. I bought all this shit
after the riots.

Means we're close,
man, we're close.

Do I look like
I give a shit?

You better give a shit,

'cause they ain't gonna stop
till they get us both.

Oh, what... Excuse me.
Is this, uh,

does this say
"Deer Antler"?

Hey. Hey, man.
Give me, give me that.

Look, it was
a free sample, all right?

There's a whole case
over here.

Man, just stay out
of my shit.

Can I just take
this moment to tell you

how moved I am, deeply?

Yeah, well, that
makes one of us.

I found something
on your ex-wife's phone records.

Somebody called the house
the night she was killed.

They called 6 times,
only talked about 10 or 15 seconds each time.

You got a number
or something?

Hey, could
I take those CDs?

They look like
I could still use them.

Got it. Come on.

Could I ask you something?

Did you actually live
in this shitbox?

Man, will you come on?

And what if this
is really our guy?

Reason with him.
Right.

What?
Police!

I'm detective Cole,
this is Detective Campbell,

Los Angeles Police Department.

Like to ask you
some questions

about some phone calls
you may have made

to a Dr. Dunleavy.

You look like
you just came from a riot.

Thanks.

He looks like he just
came from a riot.

Yeah, this number's
billed to me,

but it's my daughter's phone.

I know you, don't I?

Yeah, you know me.

You put my boyfriend
through a window.

Ah, high school, window.

I remember now.

You're Johnny Deverell's
girlfriend, aren't you?

So? So, um, I was
just wondering,

uh, how long have you
known Dr. Dunleavy?

I don't know any Dunleavy.

You called him
the night he was killed.

Yeah. Well, it wasn't me.
I don't need a shrink.

We never said
he was a shrink.

Okay.

Okay, I knew him,
but I didn't call him.

I wonder who did.

Johnny did.

When he got busted
with the coke,

they made him
see a shrink.

Shrink was Dunleavy, right?

Millie, let me tell you
something, sweetheart.

The games are over.

I want you
to tell me right now

why Johnny was making
phone calls from this room.

He was afraid
to call from home.

Why?

His stepfather.

Johnny knew some
bad things he was doing.

You wouldn't happen to know
where we could find this boy, would you?

His stepfather put him away
at Our Lady of Angels.

You don't think
Deverell would kill his own stepson, do you?

Nah.

Right. Dumb question.
Let's get out of here.

You all right, Johnny?

Yeah, never been better.

Yeah, we need to ask
you some questions about your stepdad.

He's a prick.
Clear.

Yeah, besides that.

Did your dad
kill Dunleavy?

Yeah, I... I tried
to call him.

I tried to warn him,
I swear to God.

We know, we know.
It's all right.

All right, everybody,
just relax. Police.

Why'd he do it?

Okay, he had, uh,

Donald kill his translator
because she knew

that my father
was smuggling in

some bad shit from Russia,

and I found out about it,

so he got all freaked out
and thought I told Dr. Dunleavy,

so he had Donald
kill him and his wife

and made it look like
the serial killer did it.

Who was helping him?

Some little guy. I, uh...

Uh, southern accent, um...

Smith.

Yeah, the government guy.

Who's... Who's Smith?

Well, you're
about to find out.

Sister, take this boy.
Keep an eye on him.

Don't let anything
happen to him. Don't leave him alone.

Yes, of course.
I'll take care of you, Johnny.

See you later, Joe.

How you doing?

Why, Jack,
what a pleasant surprise to see you--

Jack, Jack,

you know, in most states
in this country

kidnapping is
still a no-no.

Hell, we don't even
do it anymore.

Do me a favor.
Spare me the drama and tell me a story.

What's Deverell smuggling?

I'm sure I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Really?

Goddamn, Jack, what
are you doing, man?

Deverell's killed four people
to hide something,

I want to find out what.

You're a fucking psycho.

I don't know
what the hell he's talking about.

Well, you're a cop.
Aren't you gonna help?

Okay, but I'm
a really bad shot.

Stay out of this.
Stay out. Stay out.

I'm just trying to help.

Kill me if you like,
you son of a bitch.

I still have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, no, Jack.
Jack, Jack,

I know we've had
some harsh words in the past.

I'm telling you,
I do not know.

Okay. Jack, Jack,
now, Jack, Jack,

I need that hand.

Jack, I need
that hand. Jack--

You know I will.
Right about--

All right.
Time. Game over.

God, I miss you, Jack.

So many young men today
just won't go that extra mile.

I miss you, too, Smith.

Now, what is it?

Deverell is smuggling
chemical weapons in from Russia.

I made the contacts for him.

The deal's being brokered
by the Russian mafia.

Would one of you gentlemen
mind calling me an ambulance?

So, what's he doing
with this stuff?

The deal's
being done tomorrow.

Some welfare hotel downtown.

He's selling it to a bunch of Serbian
freedom fighters.

You mean terrorists.

Semantics.
You say "tomato--"

No, motherfucker,
I didn't say "tomato." I said terrorists.

You work for the government.

Why would you,
of all people, help Deverell?

Why?

To get rich, son.

To get rich. Why else?

You got that?

Yeah, I got that.

Well, aren't you
the grown-up spy?

What do you want?

I want you
and your friends

to leave me alone,
forget that I exist.

I already have.

Don't make me
come back and kill you.

I won't.
Good.

Gentlemen,
leave us not forget

the little matter
of the ambulance.

Listen, I only
shot you in one foot.

Hobble to a hospital.

Well, safe to assume, folks,
that the rainiest winter...

...in memory is over.

Sunny and dry weather
for tomorrow.

And really for the entire
five day period.

Everything we could hope for
in this part of the country...

Yes?

Deverell is smuggling

chemical weapons
in from Russia.

The deal's being brokered
by the Russian mafia.

Who is this?
- So, how's that, asshole?

I know you're friends
with everyone from the postman to the president,

but none of these folks
are gonna touch you with a 10-foot pole

when this shit gets out,
you understand?

Detective Cole.

You are persistent,
I'll give you that.

Looks like I got
something you want, you got something I want.

What might that be?

Donald. Donald's
your triggerman, isn't he?

I'm listening.

I want him, not you.
I want you to deliver him to me

with a nice little bow and
the murder weapon. I'll take it from there.

You take the tape.
My name gets clean.

Your name stays clean.

Everybody's happy.
How's that?

Done.

Why don't you
meet me tomorrow?

I'm doing a little business
at a place called

the Ovington Arms, downtown,

apartment D-14.

Would 10:00 be good for you?

Why has this gotta
be so complicated?

This is not complicated.
this is nothing but a game.

Reminds me of an
old Persian tactician

trying to teach his
young troops strategy

that later on came
to be known as chess.

So we're gonna
bore him to death now.

Young warriors used
to like to fight head-on.

Old warriors like to wait,

let their opponents
expose the board,

work themselves
into a corner.

Time to go.
Sun-Tzu, Art Of War.

Sun-Tzu.

Just keeps getting stranger.

Yeah?
Donald's your triggerman, isn't he?

I'm listening.

I want him, not you.

I want you to deliver him to me with a nice
little bow and the murder weapon.

I'll take it from there.

You take the tape.
My name gets clean.

Your name stays clean.
Everybody's happy. How's that?

Done.

Guess your ass just got sold
down the river, shithead.

This won't take long.
Just a quick pick-up.

I'm sure it won't.

Shabby, but chic.

Either we're a little early,

or our hosts
are a little late.

What the hell
is going on, Donald?

You tell me.

You think you're gonna
hand me over to Cole?

Bad move, fruitcake.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You'll never
get out of here.

No, this is my show.
From now on.

Positively Shakespearean.

To be...

Or not to be!

Time to go.

Whoa. Wait. Now we don't know
how many guys are in there.

You want me to wait till
they all kill each other?

Yeah. You know,
the old warriors are patient,

while the young warriors,
they kill each other,

and that's how
we get to be old.

I like that plan, too.
You've listened to me well.

That's what I told you
in the bar, right?

I don't know why I don't
listen to myself. I'm stupid.

Let's just wait.

Drop the guns!
Police!

Put your guns down!
Drop the fucking gun!

Drop the gun now!

Drop the gun, boy.

Freeze!

Just drop it.

You, too.
Where do you live?

Around the corner.
Well, get your ass around the corner.

And take little
Whoopi Goldberg with you.

Jesus Christ.

Showdown on Sesame Street.

Big Bird pop out of one
of these doors next.

Hi.

Jack!

Jack!

Out here!

Jack.

Hurry, man!

I can't hold on
much longer!

Oh. Oh, God.
Don't look down. Don't look down.

Oh, don't look up.

All right, hang on.

Yeah, that's
a good idea, man.

I wouldn't have
thought of that.

All right, are you ready?
Ready for what?

For this.

That's a window, Jack.
It's a window!

Is that your gun, or are you getting
excited, man?

Get off me. Get off.

Police business.
We're right on out of here.- Yeah.

Can you make it down to the lobby?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll be all right. All right.

The elevator was broken.

Has anybody ever told you you're a real
pain in the ass?

All the time.

You're not gonna have
to hear it anymore.

I'm gonna take care
of you like I took care of your ex-wife.

Here we are.

You know, when you
wake up in the morning and look in the mirror,

I think you're
probably happy,

pleased at what you see,

and that disturbs me,

so I'm gonna take it on
as my responsibility to make sure that

you never get to look
in the mirror again.

I woke up happy.
I'm going to bed happy, 'cause you're gonna be dead.

Take your best shot.

No, I said best shot.

Boring.

Is that the best
you got, boy?

If that's the best you got,

I'm just gonna
have to kill you.

Is that all you got?

You don't look
like you're gonna be waking up happy now.

Hey, Cap.

Look a little rough
there, Campbell.

Yeah, well, they
say I'm gonna make it.

Guess I owe you
an apology, Jack.

God, wouldn't that be nice?
Well, you're not gonna get it.

But I do owe it to you.

Do me a favor.
Tell my wife I'm alive and well.

You got it.
Feel better, kid.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack, how about
we not talk for a couple of days?

Something I said?

It's just that
ever since you've started being my partner,

I've been beat up,

blown up, shot,
kicked out a window,

all my worldly possessions
burnt to a crisp,

basically, I'm homeless.

Not one good thing
has happened since I met you.

Yeah, but you got to try
powdered deer penis.

That should count
for something.

Don't call me, Jack.

Don't leave me a message.
Don't fax me.

If I see a bird on my window
with a message on his foot,

I'm throwing him back out.

Don't send flowers.

Forget you know me, Jack.