All language subtitles for Justice 1999

You must think
i'’m really stupid.

I Don'’t appreciate that.

Frankly, I think it'’s insulting.

I Don'’t know
what'’s going on, man,

we'’re just trying to make you
a deal on those 1,000 kilos.

We'’re not trying to stiff you
or nothing.

We'’re on the level, man.

I'’m sure you are, Ortiz,

or should I say pogani?

[Gunshot]

- Jesus! Oh, god.

You'’re a d.E.A. Agent.

Please.

I'’m going to piss
on your dead body.

Aah!

Freeze! D.E.A!

Come on! Come on!
Let'’s see those arms.

Come on, get up.

- Guillermo Rivera,

you'’re under arrest
for money laundering.

I'’ll be seeing you
in a federal court in Chicago.

Fuck you, puta.

Better brush up on your English,
'’cause that kind of language

is not going to go over
well in court.

You'’re never going to win this.

If I Don'’t get you
for drug trafficking,

or for the murder
of agent pogani,

i'’m going to get you for this.

You'’re going to jail. Big time.

- Fuck you!
- Hey! Hey!

- [Shouting],
you fucking puta!

Take that!

- Outside!

- I just said,
"fuck me? No asshole, fuck you."

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Blew '’em away!

[Chatter]

Next rotation.

Hey!

[Alarm bell ringing]

Honor the godfather,
you asshole!

- You can'’t stop me!

- Let go go me.

- Get him out of here!

[Security buzzer]

- Hey, sal!
- [Cheering]

- Hey, sal,
looking good, man!

- [Laughing]

- You help me
when I get out, sal?

- Don'’t worry.
I'’ll take care of you.

I'’ll take care of you.
Remember that.

- You'’re the man!

- Spello.
You'’re out of solitary.

- Yeah.
I'’ll be outside in a month.

Maybe you get to Chicago.

I can use you.

- Yeah.

Maybe i'’ll give you a call.

- Ok.

- Hey, sal!

- Ms. Gallagher, ahem.

I assume you have a final
sentencing recommendation.

Yes, we have, your honor.

The defendant Rivera
is the mastermind behind

the importation of tons
of cocaine into Chicago.

He'’s also responsible for the
murders of d.E.A. Agent pogani

and another informant
in Colombia.

- Objection, your honor.

There'’s no evidence
linking my client

to the deaths of pogani and--

- Mr. Frome--
- and an informant in Colombia.

- This is a sentencing,
Mr. Frome.

The prosecution may argue
all reasonable inferences
from the facts.

Please continue, Ms. Gallagher.

- We recommend that your honor
sentence the defendant

to life imprisonment
without parole.

Hmm.

- The court sentences
Guillermo Rivera

to concurrent life terms

of each count
of the indictment.

The defendant will not
be eligible for parole
under counts 2 and 3.

That means, Mr. Rivera,

you will never leave
the federal penitentiary.

The defendant will be remanded
into the custody of the marshal.

Court is adjourned.

All rise.

[Camera shutters click]

- Congratulations, on the trial.

- Thank you.

Um, exhausted and happy.
My colleagues and I

have been working
around the clock on this.

So it'’s a great payoff
for all of us.

- Excuse me.

Well, he really got hammered.

Good job, Carlo.

- Thank you, boss.
But Gina made the case.

- She'’s no doubt enjoying
the press.

I think they want
to see her go places.

- Yeah, maybe.

Have a nice day.

Move it!

[Alarm chirps]

[Dialing]

[Ringing]

[Machine whirring]

[Phone ringing]

Hello, y&z auto wreckers.

Juan, we'’re on for tonight.

- Si.

- This time it be a Van.

Si.

[Speaking Spanish]

- Time.

It'’s got to be finished
by 8:00 tonight.

You go back to Colombia
tomorrow.

- We could celebrate and have
some fun with a bitch, huh?

- Yeah!
- Hey.

Hey! Escuchame.

This has to be a clean hit
on both of them.

In and out, no games.
Understood?

- Understood, senor reyes.
No hay problema con eso.

- Ok.

You can fuck like rabbits
in Cali.

- See him?

You did it, Gina.

- No, we did it.

- Well then, here'’s to us.

God, it'’s pretty incredible,
Don'’t you think?

I mean, here we have a guy
who murders a government agent,

and we get him
for money laundering

because we can'’t
make the murder charges stick.

Sometimes you'’ve got to take it
anyway you can.

Sometimes I think it'’s all
just a big game like chess--

whoever makes
the smartest move wins.

- It'’s about truth, too.

Isn'’t it?

- Lady justice is blindfolded,
you know.

- I thought the blindfold meant
she doesn'’t discriminate.

- Nope. It means sometimes
you got to go to court

with part of the truth hidden
as if it doesn'’t exist.

But the hell with all that.
We won.

You bet we did.

[Glasses clank]

- I just wanted to tell you

all the arrangements
are in place for tonight.

- Good.
Just make sure it'’s clean.

- You bet.

- U.S. marshal'’s
here to see you.

- Send him in.

[Door opens]

So Gallagher got him, huh?

- Everyone says she'’s
the apple of the judge'’s eye.

She must have given him
a blowjob in chambers.

- We have a problem.

- You going to tell me
or do I need to call a psychic?

I just talked with my informant
in Colombia

says there could be a hit out
on a prosecutor.

It could even be Gallagher
for all I know.

Come on, bill,
every macho doper in Colombia

says he'’s going
to whack a prosecutor.

- Yeah. What if this is
the real thing?

You'’ve been using agency funds
to finance that informant, bill.

Let me remind you,
that'’s illegal.

If this comes out
your career is over.

And since I know about it,
my head'’s going to roll, too.

Misuse of government funds--
press is going to love that.

- So you'’re just going
to sit on this tip?

- It'’s just an empty threat

by some doped out losers.

Why risk our careers over it?

[Sighs]

[Door opens, closes]

- Frankie tells me
that you'’re, uh, diversifying.

- Yes. There is a great demand
for heroine these days.

We'’d like to get
a slice of the pie.

You need our European skills

to complement
your peasant hands.

Fine.

Frankie, here,
will be your contact.

[Door closes]

Fucking peasants!

It'’s like--it's like
stealing candy from a kid.

[Rustling]

[Gasps]

- Oops. I can take care
of those for you, Gina.

If you'’re on your way out,
that is.

- Oh, that would be great,
treala. Thank you.

- My pleasure.

I'’ve been watching you
on television all afternoon.

What an exciting job you have.

- Yeah. They keep you
on your toes.

Well, you can pick these up
whenever you want.

Thank you so much.

- Ok.

And i'’ll keep my eyes peeled
for more of these.

- Ok.

[Engine starts]

Fuck!

Let'’s get the fucking Mexican.

- Yeah, motherfucking...

- Hey there, Ms. Superhero.

Come here you.

- Thank you
for the beautiful flowers.

- Oh, honey,
I am so proud of you.

- Thank you.

You look great tonight.

Thank you.

I feel great.

And there'’s a reason for it.

Maybe even more than one.

Oh?

Honey, to your victory.

Thank you.

[Dog barking]

Flowers for Gutierrez, please.

- Ok.

No! Aah!

Aah! No!

[Screaming continues]

No! No! No! No!

Run! Run! Run!

- Quiet woman,
we Don'’t want to hurt you!

Take him!

No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

[Screaming continues]

Oh, he got out!

Gina! Gina!

[Speaking Spanish]

Aah!

[Screaming stops]

Shh.

- [Coughing, groaning]

Gina...

I have accepted.

What? You accepted what?

The job offer in New York,
of course.

The job offer in New York?

The one with the law firm
sutherland and Williams?

They'’re the top of the heap.

Heh. You took a job in New York

without even
talking to me about it?

Honey, I did this for us.

I mean, this is my gift to you.

Your gift to me?

You know this--
this is my big night.

And now you'’re asking me
to just give up everything
that i'’ve worked for

and just move to New York
with you?

- But you'’ve
proven yourself now.

- Proven myself?
What exactly does that mean?

- Oh, come on. You know exactly
what we'’re talking about--

this overzealous need
to bust the bad guy.

And even your dad would say
"enough is enough."

Overzealous need?

It'’s--

it'’s a poor choice of words.

Listen.

You Don'’t owe your dad anything.

And just because his killer
was never convicted,

that doesn'’t mean you have
to spend the rest of your life
making up for it.

Now, honey, I think
that i'’ve been very supportive

and understanding through
this whole crusade of yours.

Forget about that
crummy prosecutor job

and come with me to New York.

We'’ll settle down.
We'’ll have kids.

We'’ll live the good life.

What?

You have absolutely
no idea who I am.

Goodbye, Scott.

Honey, what--

[Dog barking]

Honey, i'’m home.

[Muffled yelling]

Aah!

[Speaking Spanish]

- Don'’t hurt her!
Don'’t hurt her!

- This is a gift from Guillermo
Rivera to say thank you.

I'’m sorry. Sorry.

I'’m sorry.

Vamanos, hermano.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Doorbell rings]

[Doorbell rings]

Hi.

I thought I saw you
enter downstairs.

Maybe you want these
in your bedroom tonight.

No. Why Don'’t you keep them,
treala?

- Really?
- Yeah.

I--i Don'’t really want them.
I already have so many.

You should have them.

In that case,
i'’ll be happy to take them.

Oh, by the way.

I missed another delivery
for you tonight. I'’m sorry.

That'’s all right.
Don'’t worry about it.

They'’ll--they'll probably
come back later.

Ok. See ya.

See ya.

[Engine stops]

- What took you so long?

- The bitch didn'’t show up.

But we got the fuckin'’ Mexican,

and we threw in the wife
as a bonus.

- Did you leave the gun there?

- Of course, as you instructed.

- Good. Then it'’s party time.

Get in the back.
I'’ll take you to the airport.

- All right, amigo.

- Colombia!

- Ow!

- J the love of my life j

j who never made me cry j

[Click]

[Doorbell rings]

[Banging at door]

- Gina, are you there?

[Banging continues]

[Doorbells rings]

- Gina! Are you in there?!

[Banging continues]

[Knocking]

[Doorbell ringing]

- Gina!

Gina!

[Banging]

- You ok?

- Yeah, i'’m ok.
What'’s going on?

- You guys wait for me outside.

God, moe, what happened?

Carlos Gutierrez and his wife

were murdered
in their home last night.

- What?

Oh, my god!

You gave us a real scare
when you didn'’t answer the phone

and you weren'’t at your office.

- And their kid?

He'’s ok. He's with relatives.

My, baby.

It could'’ve been you.

The thought of losing you...

The Colombians are retaliating.
I didn'’t think they would dare.

Don'’t ever underestimate
their stupidity.

So what do we do now?

There'’s going to be
a joint taskforce.

I should be in charge.
When'’s the meeting?

- In an hour. But listen.

You should stay
out of their way.

Colombians could still be
coming after you.

This is my job, moe!
I know this case

and all the people involved
better than anyone.

And I should be in charge.

Gina, you'’re an adult,

and you can do
whatever you want.

But I promised your father
that i'’d look after you.

Gina, please.

Listen to
an old homicide detective

and stay out of it.

My gut tells me
it'’s not over yet.

I love you, moe. And you'’ve
always been there for me.

But I have cop blood in my veins

and I cannot walk away
from this.

Dad wouldn'’t want me to
and you know that.

Unfortunately, the U.S. attorney
couldn'’t be here.

He'’s flying back from Europe
as we speak.

In the meantime,
i'’m acting on his behalf.

- We'’re doing a computer run
on the prints.

But we assume the mutts
aren'’t on file in Chicago
or in any other city.

- Before you go assuming things,
superintendant,

Don'’t you think you
should consider
the other possibilities?

Home invasions, for instance,

they'’re a big staple
of the 5:00 news these days.

- We'’ve got the gun
and a flower box.

A neighbor across the street
from the Gutierrez'’

says she saw a gray delivery Van
parked outside.

But Irma'’s flowers
doesn'’t exist.

None of the stuff is traceable.

This was a professional hit.

- I'’d like to remind
the superintendent this is
a federal investigation.

I Don'’t think
the police should go deciding

what kind of case it is
on their own.

What'’s the matter, marshal?

No hot tips
to brag about this time?

- Uh, no offense, Lou.

But I think marshal Norton

is raising
a few legitimate questions.

Would the Colombians retaliate

on the day of Rivera'’s
sentencing and finger
themselves?

Retaliation, Ms. Newhart,

is meant to be
a demonstration of power.

But why would pros take the time
to rape the wife?

- Yeah. Maybe Carlos Gutierrez

had other enemies
outside his work.

- [Helicopter flies by]

Why are you so eager
to play the other angle?

- I Don'’t get it.
- Ok. Ok.

Let'’s all calm down
and cooperate.

It'’s important
that every department

support the investigation
with information.

I want to take on this case
and lead the taskforce.

No, Gina,
you'’re too emotionally involved.

I know this case inside and out.

I want it. And I owe it
to Carlo and Alicia.

I'’m sorry.
I can'’t let you take it.

The marshal needs to do
a risk assessment.

If the Colombians should be
behind it, you may be in danger.

They'’re not going
to do anything.

They already made their point.

And they know there will be cops
on every street corner.

Ms. Gallagher, I tend to agree
with Ms. Newhart.

You should stay out of this
until the heat'’s off.

We'’ll give you 24-hour
police protection.

- The marshal'’s office
should provide the protection,

superintendent, so we Don'’t step
on each others'’ toes.

Fine.

- Ok. Then.

At the press conference
I will take the position

that we'’re following all leads
and aren'’t ruling anything out

in terms of who
the killers might be.

[Police radio chatter]

- How'’d it go?

- Not good.
They want me off the case.

God, I Don'’t get it.

It'’s such
an obvious retaliation.

That'’s even the position
the superintendent takes.

And then my own office--
newhart and marshal horton,

they sat there pushing
this random violence angle.

They still want me off the case.
If it'’s random violence,

then i'’m not in any danger.

I'’ve been thinking
about it, Gina.

It sure looks like
a professional hit. But the--

the rape?

Why didn'’t you tell me
Alicia was raped, moe?

It was bad enough telling you

the two of them had been
murdered.

Look, the rape does change
the picture a little.

From the outside, yes.

They found the flower box
at the crime site.

And a neighbor saw
a delivery Van outside.

Now I was out last night.

But my neighbor said somebody
tried to deliver flowers.

Did you tell them this?

Why should I?

I want to talk
to my neighbor first.

Heh. All right.

[Engine starts]

We'’re in big trouble.

Calm down, bill.

- Calm down?! We sat on the tip

and the prosecutor
and his wife are dead.

- Lower your voice
and stop being so dramatic.

It'’s unfortunate
about Carlo and his family.

But we had no choice
and there is no going back now.

Not necessarily, we could--

listen to me.

The cops are going to run
into a wall on this.

I am sure of it.
Gallagher'’s off the case.

She'’s not going to poke her nose
anywhere near our informant.

The whole thing is going
to blow over

and nobody ever has to know
about our involvement.

We just have to sit tight
and stick it out.

And remember
that if one of us goes down,

we both go down.

[Door opens, closes]

Eh, sometimes it'’s good
with a watchdog neighbor.

Not a lot gets past treala.

So now we know for sure they
came for you, too, last night.

Gina, I have a bad feeling
about this.

You should move out.

Look, Don'’t worry.

They'’re posting marshals'
deputies here 24 hours.

- I still Don'’t--
- moe, listen!

Let the marshal do their job.

I need your help elsewhere.

What are you up to?

I'’m not going to walk away
from this. This is my case.

And I owe it to Carlo
and Alicia to finish it.

Don'’t do this to me, Gina.

I already have 15 knots
in my intestine.

This is not a game.
We'’re talking about

professional killers
for Christ'’s sake.

I Don'’t want to come up here
and see you raped and cut--

- moe, I Don'’t--
- yeah, I know.

You Don'’t want to hear all that.

But you'’re not in
your shiny offices anymore.

You'’re down here on my level
now. You'’re in the gutter.

There are no roses
growing down here, Gina.

Only rotting stems.

I didn'’t know
you had a poetic streak, moe.

Look, I promise i'’ll stay here

with the marshals
outside my door.

But you got to help me out
and dig a little.

[Street train passing]

You guys are getting sluggish.

Don'’t you ever let this happen
again on this post!

You should protect that girl as
if she were your own daughter.

You understand?!

Don'’t bother. Moe Ryan.

Homicide.

You girls have a good day. Eh?

Keep your eyes peeled, ok?

I'’m reporting you for this,
asshole.

Yeah, you do that.

Not a fucking word
about who did it.

Federales are not convinced
it was retaliation yet.

Our 2 friends had a little fun.

Made it look like home invasion.

It'’s an embarrassment.
We have to show them who rules.

- The bitch?

- Go ahead.

- Senor jaramillo.

- Frankie.

- Excuse me.

I only trust Colombians.

Have a seat.

What'’s the word?

Don licato has spoken
to the sicilians.

But he says he needs some time
to organize the deal.

How long?

A week, tops.

I will get back to you
on the time and the day.

All right, Frankie.

Look at this.

Who the fuck is dumb enough to
whack a federal prosecutor, huh?

I mean, who the fuck
wants that much heat?

Go figure.

Yeah. Go figure.

[Slams hand]

I'’ll be in touch, senor.

- Ciao.

[Chatter]

Aah!

- Honey, i'’ve been trying
to reach you all day.

I heard on the news
what happened.

And i'’m really
worried about you.

I hope you'’re in a safe place.

Gina, I Don'’t want our
relationship to end like this.

But this new job
is so important to me,

I have to pursue it.

I'’m leaving for New York
in the morning.

And I want to talk to you.

Please call me.

Bye.

[Machine clicks, beeps]

[Gasps]

[Gunshot]

[Footsteps approaching]

Are you ok?

Yeah.

I'’m Eric Anderson.

Moe sent me.

He didn'’t trust the deputies.
He was right.

We should leave right now.

- Ok.

[Police siren]

[Police radio chatter]

[Vehicles approaching]

- Ok? Go.
- Got it.

- Great job, marshal.

- Save your sarcasm.
Ryan, Gallagher'’s gone.

- Maybe they took her.

- If they did we'’re going
to find her in little pieces.

- Don'’t worry. She's ok.

She won'’t be needing your
protection anymore though.

It'’s just too stressful.

[Doors opens, closes]

[Moe'’s car engine starts]

[Shifts gear]

[Church bell ringing]

[Vehicle approaches]

[Vehicle approaches]

So, Maurice, did you stop by
to give your confession?

- That would be the day.

She ok?

- Uh, now she is.

You ought to take better care
of your goddaughter, you know.

- Oh, stop it.
Always the big brother, huh?

- Yeah.

- You ok?

- Fine.
- You sure?

- Fine.

I'’m sure she would have
felt better

if you hadn'’t left her alone.

Knock it off, aloysius.

I put Eric "the Swede" there,
didn'’t I?

He always picks on me.
I can'’t imagine why.

- Brotherly love.

- Well, i'’ll leave you two
to your worldly pursuits.

Oh, by the way, Maurice,

I hear confessions
7:30 every day.

You got a great deal going
because I hear them
at all hours of the day

and night.

- Ha ha!

- I'’ll be right outside.
Yell if you need anything.

Coffee, tea, husband.

- Come on, Eric.

That was a big hit
they put on you tonight.

The second time in 2 days.

You almost scared the life out
of this old guy here.

What do you have?

Oh.

The feds haven'’t been sharing

too much information
with our guys.

That'’s a big surprise.
What about prints?

Forget it.

The Colombians'’ prints
aren'’t computerized.

So the gray Van
is our only lead.

Well, if they were real smart

they would'’ve brought in
expendable hit men

and deep-six them with the Van.

Wouldn'’t be a trace left
if that'’s the case.

But, hey, there'’s always
a chance of divine
intervention, right?

It'’s good that you stay here.

And i'’ll have Swede
watch over you anyway.

[Gasp]

Don'’t be scared.

I'’m special agent frank spello
from the f.B.I.

I'’m working undercover
so i'’m not carrying an I.D.

You'’re going
to have to trust me.

How did you find me?

I tagged Ryan.

I guess he was
so concerned about you,

he forgot to check his tail.

Now look, I shouldn'’t be
making contact like this.

But I got to talk to you.

I have infiltrated
the Italians.

All right,
I work with sal licato.

We'’re doing business
with this guy named jaramillo.

Now I believe jaramillo'’s
the one putting the hit on you.

And he'’s not going to let go
until you'’re dead.

Jaramillo? How do you know?

I saw it in his eyes.

In his eyes?

That'’s how I read people.
That'’s how I stay alive.

Now look, i'’m working
on the Italian organization.

So it ain'’t going to hurt me
if you nab jaramillo.

But I can'’t help you either.
The bureau would crucify me

if they knew
I was talking right now.

- Then why you doing it?

I have personal reasons.

Well, that doesn'’t sound
very convincing.

How do I trust you?

How do I know
you'’re not setting me up?

I'’m not going to waste my time
to prove myself here.

You either use what I tell you
or you Don'’t.

That'’s up to you.

You call this number
and leave a message

only for emergencies.

Otherwise I will contact you.

And do not tell Ryan who I am.

This is between you and me.

You can'’t tell me?

She can'’t tell me.

I Don'’t like it.
I want to know
who i'’m dealing with.

I Don'’t want
to walk around blindfolded.

- All right,
you listen to me, Maurice.

- Oh, now she calls me Maurice.

I'’m not going to tell you

who the informant is,
and that'’s that.

Now the best way to find out

how legit this guy is
is to follow the lead.

Now we'’ve got a name.
That a hell of a lot more
than we had before.

- If you weren'’t
so damn stubborn.

All right! I'’ll run the name,
see what comes up.

And check the phone records.

Oh, unofficially, of course.

What about a subpoena,
Ms. Straight arrow?

I'’m just looking for leads.

Phone records aren'’t private.

I'’ll see what I can dig up.

And I want to have
a look at this guy.

You think the boys are up
for a stakeout?

[Grumbles]

Why is it that you always
need to pee

when you'’re on a stakeout?

- What?

- Yeah. I mean, I could
go to a movie, a ballgame,

spend a couple of hours--
never have to pee.

I'’m on a stakeout 5 minutes,
boom,

my bladder is filled
to the brim.

- It'’s not a conscious thing.

See, no, I saw a program
about that on TV.

It'’s deep down in your
subconscious, you know,

like where your really
important thoughts are,

the thoughts
that are like really you.

- The important thoughts
that are really me?

- Right.

- So you'’re saying I'm piss?

- No.

I'’m saying that you have
like some deep-seeded

feelings about pissing.

Enough of the piss talk.
Now I have to take a leak.

A bunch of freaks.

Bingo.

There'’s the beemer.

[Shutter clicking]

Oh, marone.

Nice skirt, huh?

That'’s what I call easy access.

Yeah. Seen those legs before.

- Yeah? Where?

- Last night in my dreams.

What'’s that? Fish?

I hope you didn'’t call
this meeting just to comment

on my choice of lunch.

Ryan hasn'’t been on duty,

and I have no idea
where he stashed Gallagher.

Well, if she'’s with Ryan,

she might not just be
hiding out.

They could be working the case
on the sly.

What'’s their connection anyway?

Ryan was Gallagher'’s father
Marty'’s partner.

Marty was shot
in the line of duty.

Ryan raised his daughter
like his own.

A real sob story.

Marty was a real boy scout,
everybody loved him.

How do you think
she got where she is today?

You can only get so far
on your back.

If they'’re working the case
together, they could stumble
on our informant,

and trace him back to us.

- So you have to locate her
and find out what she'’s up to.

- He also has a brother,
a priest.

I'’m thinking they might have
gotten sanctuary there.

You know, I Don'’t need to hear
your every little thought.

They'’re not that interesting.

Just go out and do your job.

- Bill?

- Yes?

- I'’m going to be the next
U.S. attorney.

And that'’s going to be
very good for you.

So if it'’s her or us,
it'’s going to be her

no matter what, right?

[Door opens, closes]

Checkmate.

[Sighs] It'’s the 3rd time.
I hate this. I hate it.

One more. Just one more.
This time i'’ll beat you.

- You sure you'’re up to it?

I'’m up to it.
I'’m up to it.

- All right. Suit yourself.

Can anybody explain
the expression "god-fearing."

[Door closes]

I mean, if god is so good,
why should we fear him?

I see you'’re working hard
as usual.

What do you have?

- Save the courtesies.

I'’ve got important stuff
to talk about.

- Sorry. Did you run the plate?

Yeah.

The BMW is registered
to a guy named reyes.

And he'’s at the address
on the drive.

But the phone records
are pretty interesting.

There'’s a cellular phone,
and it shows one short call

on may 4,
right after the sentencing.

- Who does that come back to?

- Not who. What.

Y&z auto wreckers
on south Cicero.

Exactly the kind of place
you could get rid of a Van.

You'’re a genius, Maurice.

- That'’s what I keep
telling people.

What are we standing
around here for?

Let'’s boogie
while we'’re on a roll.

- Heh heh. Let'’s go.

[Knocking]

- Yes?

- Um, good evening,
Mr. Martinez?

I'’m lt. Ryan. And this is, uh,
agent totsen of the f.B.I.

- The f.B.I?

What do you want?
I--i haven'’t done anything.

Please, Mr. Martinez,
may we talk to you alone?

Ok. Come in. Come in, please.

- Thank you.
- Come in.

[Speaking Spanish]

Go on.

- Juan, mas agua, por favor.

- [Speaking Spanish]

- Si.
- It'’s my wife.

She'’s very--
she'’s very, very sick.

- I'’m sorry to hear that,
Mr. Martinez.

We just have a few questions
about your work.

- My work?

- Yes, at the junkyard, the y&z.

- Mr. Martinez, was a dark Van

brought to your yard late,

say, on Tuesday or on Wednesday?

- I have done nothing wrong.

- Well, that'’s good.

Could you answer
the question, please?

I know nothing about any Van.

Maybe a little trip
down to the station
would refresh your memory.

But I Don'’t know anything.

- We need to know about the Van,
Mr. Martinez.

Don'’t be afraid to talk to us.

We can protect
you and your family.

We can move you far away.

We can give you
a whole new life.

- I'’m not afraid.

Now you asked me about some Van.
And I say no.

I Don'’t know
anything about it.

You asked me again. Now what
would you like me to say?

You listen here,
you stupid little man,

you know
what we'’re talking about.

It'’s written all over your face.

I'’m going to ask you
one more time.

Did a Colombian by the name
of jaramillo or reyes

bring a Van to you?

Did you look in it?

If you Don'’t cooperate
with us now, Mr. Martinez,

and we find out that you had
something to do with this,

you'’re looking
at some serious jail time.

Please.

Maybe I can talk about this
with therese and Juan tonight

and maybe I can remember
a little tomorrow.

No, Mr. Martinez, we need to
know about the Van right now!

- Ok.

We'’ll give you 'til morning.

We'’ll pick you up at 7:00.
We'’ll take you to the yard.

And we'’ll go over it all then,
all right?

Yes, in the morning.
In the morning.

Ok, Mr. Martinez,
this is our deal.

We'’re trusting you, ok?

All right.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Reyes. Habla Juan, si.

- I got a bad feeling
about letting this ride
overnight, Gina.

We should'’ve leaned on the guy.

- Look, he wasn'’t talking.

And the taskforce will need him
as a friendly witness.

- Yeah, but why?

The Van is obviously
at the yard.

We'’re onto the right guys.

The call from the cell phone
links the Van

to jaramillo and reyes.

- But all that proves is
that a call was made.

Who made the call
and what was said?

Unless there'’s evidence
in the Van,

we'’re going to need Juan to
point the finger at the trial.

Well, i'’m going to put a car
on the house here.

And i'’m going to put another car
on the yard.

Have a dog team
to meet us in the morning.

[Footsteps approaching]

[Knocking at back door]

[Both speaking Spanish]

- Did you see
the federales outside?

They know everything.

- I saw them.
Don'’t worry about it.

- They were here. I didn'’t
tell them anything. Not a word.

I haven'’t told anyone--
not my wife, not my son,

no one. Ninguna.

- Hey, would we use you
if we didn'’t trust you?

- Thank you, man.
It feels good to hear that.

- Relax. How'’s the family?

- Oh, so-so, man.

- Wife, she doing better?

- She'’s not doing too well, i--

I think we'’re going
to lose her soon.

Let me have a word with him.
Thanks.

Why--why would he do this?

We were happy.
Why would he kill himself?

- What happened?

- I Don'’t know.

I heard a bang.

And I came down and I found--

the people we'’re after
are very bad.

We wanted your father
to help us arrest them.

We didn'’t want
to hurt your family.

Juan, did your father tell you
why we came to see him?

No. No.

Did he mention anything
about a Van

brought to his yard
a few days ago?

Maybe off regular hours?

No.

All my father told me
was that he was--

he said he was
crushing cars for some people

for some extra money.

[Helicopter whirring]

That was no suicide.

The scumbag got to him.

We should'’ve made him talk.

- You'’re right, moe.

It'’s all my fault
we'’re finished.

We can'’t help anybody
convict anyone.

- We were so close.
We were so close.

- Look, moe, it'’s not over yet.

We still have
to check the junkyard.

Eh.

2 guys shot in the head
and crushed up inside.

You'’re lucky you didn't see it.

Ugh. I'’ll never order
a meat fajita again.

- Are there any prints?
- Not very likely.

Blood and oil
all over the place.

Going to take days just
separating their noses
from the sparkplugs.

There was an untraceable gun
and 2 fake I.D.S in the mess.

- So there'’s nothing
to build a trial on?

- No.

- I need to see somebody.
- Yeah?

- Stay away from the church
for a while.

- Don'’t tell me not to worry.

Where is that bitch
hiding out, anyway?

- We got people all over town
looking for her.

We'’ll find her.

Are you going
to make a move or what?

I'’m getting gray hairs
while you think.

- Ok.

You leave your queen
defenseless.

How can you make
such a stupid move?

You told me to move.

You have to think
a little at least!

You know, I Don'’t like chess.

I think it'’s a stupid game.

You'’re stupid.

[Grumbles]

I can'’t relax.

Come over here
and give me a blowjob.

You find that prosecutor bitch.

I want this taken care of
once and for all.

Now, get out.

And be back at 8:00.

And bring some ribs
back from pepe'’s.

Can'’t give you
anything else, Gina.

- They'’re out there
laughing at us,

knowing that there'’s
nothing we can do about it.

- Yeah, probably.

- Maybe there is no justice,

no right or wrong, no truth.

Well, maybe you'’re just feeling
sorry for yourself.

Please Don'’t hold any punches,
will ya?

What do you expect?
Them to sit down on their ass

and just give up?
- No, I Don'’t.

Hey, look, I know--i know
bad guys get away with murder

and the world'’s
a fucked up place. What'’s new?

Oh, thanks for cheering me up.

God, I feel so much better,
frank.

Want to feel warm and fuzzy?

Why Don'’t you just change
your career?

You know, sell lingerie
or something like that.

What do you want from me, frank?
- No, no. What do you want?

- I want justice.
- Yeah, well then go get it.

I'’ve tried everything. I don't--

yeah? Well, it'’s too bad.
They'’re probably going to win.

That'’s not an option.

You know, Gina, these guys
are means sons of bitches.

And if you want to beat them,
you got to be meaner.

You got to be tough.
You got to be real tough.

Oh, i'’m tough enough.

You Don'’t want to know
how mean I can be.

You want us to break into
jaramillo'’s apartment?

I can'’t believe
you'’re telling me this.

Listen, if we find anything
that links him to the Van,
we'’ve got him.

And what if we do find something
there, what do we do with it?

We leave it there and then come
up with a reason for a warrant.

I'’ll just have to be creative
and find a very friendly judge.

And we'’ll just worry about that
when we get there.

What do you say?

I say, you do know
how to play in the gutters.

Now all we have to do is find
a way to get by the doorman.

Ah, shit.

I have to pee. I knew it.

Ok. Let'’s do it.

[Car doors open]

[Engine starts]

Ok.

Hey, Gina, do you need any,

like, ashtrays, silverware,

toilet paper, anything?

[Gear shifts, engine stops]

Hi.

You Don'’t know how to change
a tire, do you?

[Elevator dings]

We'’re clear.

This way, guys.

[Click]

Gus, he'’s back.

He'’s back. Clear out.
We got to move.

- Where'’s Tom?

- Hey, we got to move it!

Tom!

He'’s gone.

- Well, hell,
he can'’t just disappear.

- Well, apparently he can.
Because he'’s not here.

We got to get out of here.

- Thanks.

Where the hell did he go?

- How come you
didn'’t see him leave?

- Me? What, am I supposed
to look after Tom, now?

The guy just went up in smoke.

- People Don'’t just fucking
go up in smoke.

[Elevator dings]

Hey, guys.

Hey, fellas.

[Door shuts]

[Giggling]

[Zipper opens]

- Ahh.
- Ooh.

[Passionate moaning]

Hi.

I was just in the other, uh--

[moaning continues]

Believe me, there'’s nothing more
i'’d want right now.

But, uh,
i'’m late to the cleaners.

I got to run. Bye.

[Door opens, closes]

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

But to tell you the truth,

I didn'’t expect to find
anything on the Van.

They'’re too smart.

So they was doing it
right in front of you?

- Yeah. Right there.

Going at it like rabbits.
Ha ha!

The other girl, what did she do?
What did she say?

- Hey, hey, hey. Let'’s take
this conversation outside. Ok?

Jaramillo'’s up to something.

That'’s a log of meetings.

2 Colombians have been meeting
with sal "the joker" licato.

It'’s no help, I know.

It'’s back to square one.

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

- ...meet with moe tonight
at the rectory. Please come.

[Beep]

- Piss on the floor again.

- That'’s disgusting.

- Who'’d piss on
his own floor? Nobody.

When people come
to a restaurant,

all of a sudden they can'’t aim.

- Yeah, you know, you step in,
it'’s gets all over your shoes.

- Exactly. It'’s disgusting.

- I tell ya--you can'’t trust
a guy who can'’t aim his own cock

in the right direction.

Punks!

You know,
there'’s an airport in Amsterdam

where they got
these little targets,

these little bulls-eyes.

And they put them
in the urinals.

And the people aim at that.

Cuts down the pissing
on the floor 80%.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- That'’s a wonderful invention.

I got to get me some of those.

I got to go.

You got to go?

We'’re in the middle of
a conversation. You got to go?

- We'’ll pick right up with it
when I get back.

You want me to pick you up
some meat?

Yeah.

Get me a nice piece of sirloin.

Smell it.

Make sure it'’s fresh.

You got it. See ya.

So you'’re the famous deepthroat.

How you doing, Ryan?

- Now you seem to know
an awful lot about us.

And we Don'’t know nothing
about you.

- Am I making you nervous, Ryan?

- You'’d better wipe that smirk
off your face.

I'’m not in the mood.

- Hey, relax.
We'’re on the same team.

- You keep telling me that.

But so far I only see a wiseguy.

- Hey, back off, all right?

I like garlic, too,
but not secondhand.

Moe, stop it.

Now frank'’s been
a huge help so far.

- We'’ve only had dead ends.

- Yeah, well you got to work
the case, Ryan.

It'’s not going to work itself.

Didn'’t they teach you that
at the academy?

- One more of those, dipshit--
- ok!

Both of you can just reel in
your macho egos

and shut the fuck up!

Yeah, we'’ve been running
into some dead ends.

But that'’s nobody's fault.

Jaramillo'’s been one step ahead
of us the entire time.

I only have one more card
to play,

and that would depend
on you, frank.

- Go ahead.

- Ok, according to
jaramillo'’s schedule,

you and sal are supposed
to meet with him tomorrow.

Yeah, that'’s right.

What if we arrange
for the police

to stumble in
on this little meeting,

and we bust the bastards for
conspiring with sal "the joker"

to import tons of cocaine?

You got this all figured out?

Not entirely.

Moe'’ll say he got a tip
on a drug deal.

Then after the bust
he finds out that--oops--

you'’re with the f.B.I.

So the bureau'’s going
to raise hell

because he fucked up their
operation, blah, blah, blah.

But they'’ll never know
that you were in on it.

And we'’ll get jaramillo.

So what do you say?

I know I can put sal away
for a couple of lifetimes.

I'’ll do it.

- You'’ll do it?
- Yeah.

You see,
that'’s what bugs me with you.

You'’re undercover for what,
a year?

Busting your ass for this?

Now you'’re willing
to just end it?

Never mind going behind the back
of your own department.

What'’s your scam, spillow?

You know,
you'’re an old pit bull, moe.

And you just won'’t let go,
will ya?

It'’s my job!
- It'’s the job.

I come from a long line of cops.

My whole family'’s
just one blue streak.

My real name'’s pogani.
Frank pogani.

- Pogani. That'’s the same--

federal agent that was shot by
Rivera down in Colombia.

That was my brother.

All right, I know this job
isn'’t supposed to be about
personal feelings.

But how can you help it, huh?
We'’re only human.

And with all this legal bullshit
and game playing in court,

when it'’s over
what do you got left?

What'’s in here.

And that hurts.

That fucking hurts.

Now if that ain'’t enough
for you, old bull,

then you can go fuck yourself.

I got to go.

I got to set up this bust
with narcotics.

See you all tomorrow.

I'’ll be right outside as usual,

if there'’s anything you need.

- Thanks, Eric.

Thanks, Eric.

[Door closes]

Well, it'’s getting late.

I'’m so sorry
about your brother, frank.

Yeah. I know you are.

That'’s why I like you.
You'’re not in it for the glory.

You'’re in it because you got to.

What?
You see all that in my eyes?

Let me see.

You'’re a woman
who wants perfection.

Perfect day, perfect case,

a perfect world, perfect man.

And you'’re crushed when you
realize it doesn'’t exist.

And you won'’t admit it.

And on the outside
you play the perfect cynic.

Now personally,
I like perfection, too.

But i'’ll settle
for a little at a time.

Like that Ben Johnson poem,

"in short measures

life may perfect be."

[Church bell ringing]

Sal'’s sirloin!

Oh, god, I can'’t believe it.

Where'’s Gina?

In the chapel.

Getting any answers?

- No. But the questions
are sure piling up.

- Oh, yeah?

The bed got cold. I missed you.

- Good.

Father Ryan said something about

a lot of noise coming from
the guest bedroom last night.

Oh, you were being too loud.

He'’s a priest. He'll forgive me.

I got to hook up with sal,
forgot his sirloin.

His sirloin?

Never mind. I'’ll meet you
at 3:00 for the wire.

- Frank.

- Hmm?

- They'’re sure about
the guy spillow?

- They ran his plate.

We'’ve got his wrap sheet
and photo.

He'’s with sal licato.

- The hell is going on here?

That little bitch.

I am not going to let her
pull us down.

Call of your men so we Don'’t
have anyone around her.

Leak where she is to some
of your dope informants.

And then leak to one
of your TV news friends

that she'’s involved
with a known gangster.

She'’s going down.

One way or the other.

[Tearing]

Is that ok?

That'’s good.

So you meet at 8:30, and you
all drive to another car.

Did you transfer the money?

Yeah, reyes confirmed it
an hours ago.

Colombia, they must deliver
even the mail that way, huh?

Trunk to trunk.

- Now where would you be without
your ethnic stereotypes, moe?

Dead.

You know,
i'’m not sure about sal.

He might try to scam
the Colombians. He hates them.

- As long as you get
the deal on tape,

he can do
whatever he wants later.

- Oh, well.

I'’ll have them singing like
canaries on sunday morning.

Why Don'’t we use a radio mic?

I Don'’t like that we can't hear
what'’s going down.

I would never wear a radio mic.

I work alone, remember?

You'’re supposed to accidently
fuck up my operation.

We got to make it look real.

Ok. You'’re the boss on this one.

[Sighs] All right, let'’s go.

We got to meet those narcotics
guys in 15 minutes.

You be careful, frank.

[Thundering]

[Thunder]

There you are! Come on in.

Sit down.

Buena noche.

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you.

You guys drink coffee?

If it'’s good.

Bring us up a coffee.

Now you guys got pretty good
coffee in Colombia.

But this'’ll beat it.

This is Italian roast.

Drink a pot and you can fuck
for 24 hours straight.

- I'’m for that.
- Ha ha ha!

[Glasses clank]

What'’d I tell you?

Beats that shit
you jungle boys drink.

That'’ll be 2.50.

- Heh.
- What?

2.50 for the coffee.

I'’m in a hurry so pay up.

- Sal.

That'’ll be 2.50.

What are you? Fucking nuts?

Nuts?! Nuts?!

I'’ll tell you what nuts is.

My grandfather. He got nuts.

When he got old and when he saw
a young girl, he went "ahh."

"Ahh."

"Ahh."

How do you like that?

Now...pay up.

50 cents.

Come again.

Come again!

Come again
until your cock drops off!

Tom, Gus, something'’s up.

They'’re all supposed
to come out together.

You guys stay on the other two.

[Engine starts]

Heads up, everybody.
We'’ll lead on tailing the limo.

[Engine starts]

What'’s the matter, frank?
You'’re a little tense.

You think there'’s somebody
back there following us?

- No, no. I'’m just a little
confused. That'’s all, sal.

Why did you drop
the Colombians like that?

I mean, you didn'’t even
take their money, heh.

You'’re good, Frankie.
Real good.

But you'’re not good enough.

A couple hours ago a little
birdie sang a song in my ear.

It was a sad song

about you

and a prosecutor.

I'’m not following you, sal?

You'’re talking riddles to me.

I adopted you.

And you took up with a fed cunt.

Frankie, that'’s not the way
to play your cards.

[Tires screech]

[Horn honks]

- Hey, get the fuck
out of the way, asshole!

[Horn honking]

- Come on!
- I'’m working here!

[Engine stops]

You'’re all alone now, frank.

What are you?

You have no honor.

Like a thief in the night,
you--you stole my trust.

Sal!

Aah!

Aah!

Hurts, huh?

What do you think I feel?

Look at me.

Over there!

[Tires screech]

[Gear shifts]

Oh, my god.

Oh, god! God! No!

Oh, frank.

- I sent him to his death, moe.

- Oh, no.
Don'’t do that to yourself, kid.

The thing took on a life
of its own.

Frank knew what he was doing.

It was his job.

- Oh, my god. His job?

What good does that do?

Nothing we do matters.

We'’re just so fucking powerless.

He'’s dead, moe.

And for what?

The law'’s a sham.
It'’s not working.

All the killers
and the low-lifes,

they can do whatever they want,
and the law protects them.

But we'’re just a bunch of
fucking eunuchs in a harem.

We can look, but we can'’t touch.

'’cause we don't have
the power to act.

What a job. What a great big

fucking pathetic joke of a job.

[Thunder]

We got a lot of paperwork
to do boys.

- How'’s she doing?

- I gave her a sleeping pill.

Unplug the phone and let her
sleep as long as possible.

We'’ll be here early tomorrow.

- Got ya, moe.

[Door slides open]

Just tell me
if there'’s anything you need.

Thank you, Eric.

Frank was a good guy.

A good guy. But...

You'’re strong, very strong.

You'’re the strongest woman
that i'’ve ever met.

Much stronger
than all this crap.

And you shouldn'’t forget that.

So anyway, i'’ll be outside
if you need me.

[Phone ringing]

[Sighs]

Yes?

Uh-huh.

Tell me what it'’s about,
and i'’ll if I'm interested.

I'’m very interested.

I'’ll give you 2,000 for it.

Huh?

She is, huh?

Uh-huh. And where is
this church located, my friend?

Mm-hmm.

[Speaking Spanish]

Bingo.

Now can I finish?

[Knocking at door]

Norton?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Ryan,
I did something real stupid.

We'’ve got a serious problem.

[Vibrating]

- Eric shown entering
his dad'’s beemer.

That sleeping pill I gave Gina
will put her out for a week.

Ok. Good. Great, Tom.

I'’ll meet you two guys
at the rectory.

[Glass shatters]

Look out!

[Police siren]

Get down!

Oh, god.

[Gunshots]

Gina.

Gina.

[Groans]

You ok?

Yeah.

Yeah.

God...

[Police siren in distance]

I can'’t believe newhart
and Norton sat on the tip.

Norton wanted to be able
to compete with the d.E.A.
And f.B.I.

He paid an informant
with agency funds.
It'’s illegal, of course.

But he got hot tips.

He and newhart could make
nice busts and advance
on the political ladder.

Real innocent if you ask me.

Then it got out of hand.

And Norton couldn'’t handle it.

Thank god.

Jaramillo'’s never
going to let you go.

I Don'’t care anymore.

See, I Don'’t want you
to stop caring.

I'’d rather you hate me
for the rest of your life.

Why would I hate you?

'’cause of what I got to do.

It'’s why justice is blindfolded.

She doesn'’t want
to see certain things.

Doesn'’t that make us
like them, moe?

No. Because we Don'’t do it
for ourselves.

I would never hate you, moe.

It doesn'’t say
if she is dead or not.

[Police siren]

What is it?

Police car.

And i'’m sure I wasn't speeding.

Get rid of him quick.

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Evening, sir.

How you doing, officer?

- License and registration,
please.

- Sure.

Officer, um, maybe we could

speed things up a little bit?

Eh, maybe we can.

Now is that Carlo Gutierrez
or for Eric Anderson?

What the hell you talking about?

[Gunshots]

- The United States
district court

for the northern district
of Illinois is now in session.

The honorable judge Falcone
presiding.

God save the United States
and this honorable court.

- Mr. Foreman, I understand
the jury has reached a verdict.

- Yes, we have your honor.

Ahem.

- Thank you.

Clerk will read the verdict.

- "We the jury
find the defendant

guilty of obstruction
of justice."

[Clamoring, murmuring]

- Order.

Order in the court.

[Slams gavel]

Ms. Newhart.

Ms. Newhart.

For your own selfish motives,

you intentionally endangered
the life of a fellow prosecutor.

And apparently
you made it possible

for 2 major narcotics
traffickers to flee the country.

And, most despicably,

you sent an undercover agent
and a detective to their deaths.

The U.S. marshal, at least,

showed some remorse
by pleading guilty

and testifying against you.

You have shown no such remorse.
And I assure you,

the court will take that
into account in sentencing you.

For now you'’ll wait in jail
for your sentencing hearing.

Marshal, take the defendant
into custody.

Court is adjourned.

- All rise.

Well, I guess there is
justice after all.

At least a little bit anyway.

Maybe.

Want to go get some lunch?

Ah, i'’m really
on a diet right now, huh?

Oh, what the hell.

- You'’re buying, right?
- Yeah, i'’m buying.

- It'’s about time.