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[plane engine revving]

Shit.

[water flowing]

Hi, daddy.

- Hi, daddy.
- Merry Christmas.

Christina, it's time to go in.
We're going in again.

- Come on, kids. Come on.
- What?

(male #1)
'If you want a Slurpee,
you're out of luck.'

(male #2)
No, no. You're the one
that's out of luck.

We don't carry no more
than $50 cash.

It's the store policy.

(male #2)
It's okay.

Just take out
what's over there.

- 'Is there anything else?'
- No, there's nothing.

Your wallet?

Oh, I forgot that.
Here you are.

- 'Do you believe in God?'
- Yes. Yes, I do.

That's nice..

...because I have the
instrument...of your salvation.

Please.

Please.

I didn't look at you.

I can't identify you.

No.

But I can identify you.

You are a dead nigger.

No. Please, no.

[gunshots]

(dispatcher on radio)
'Attention, all units.'

'Armed robbery just occurred
at convenience store.'

'Foothill and Loma. Store
manager seriously wounded.'

'Following description
of one suspect'

'male, Caucasian, 18 to 25,
5'10" to 6'2", medium build.'

'Nothing further.'

This is Kimble.

I'm making a stop
at the intersection

of Foothill and Noble.

Possible suspect matching the
description of the stop and rob.

Good morning.

'Is there any problem, officer''

No. You're just up a little
early this morning, aren't ya?

It's the Santa Anas.
I find it difficult to sleep

when the winds start blowing in
from the desert.

- Yeah.
- Hey, by the way.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah, Merry Christmas.
You got some ID on ya?

ID? Sure. Ah, is
a driver's license okay?

That'll be fine.

What? Wait a minute.

[gunshots]

(male #3)
'Homicide?'

(male #4)
Yeah, that's us, alright.

Our day begins
when yours ends.

But I'm glad to see somebody's
out here crushing crime.

Personally, I was hoping
to get one full night's sleep

before Christmas.

Fat, fucking chance.

- You Homicide?
- Yeah. You the handling unit?

- Yup.
- What you got?

Pictures of the casings
and the body.

Take some overalls,
and then step out of the way.

The officer that was involved
in the shooting over here..

What's his name?

(male #5)
'Gary Kimble.'

(male #6)
'I'm telling you,
I got it covered.'

'Oh, okay. How does 20 pounds
of ice sound?'

'I think that ought to do it.'

'I got-I got five cases of beer
being delivered by 5 o'clock.'

'Yes. Three quarts of bourbon
and the plastic glasses.'

'Okay?'

'I-I'll be there
no later than 7:00.'

'What? Plenty women. Foxes.
All shapes and sizes, okay?'

'Okay. Take care.'

'Hey, Beck, still living
in Heartbreak Hotel?'

No, I got a suite
at the Bonaventure.

(Bilson)
We're having a party tonight.

The Lonely Guys
Christmas Eve Ball.

'A little something for
the bachelors, the divorced'

'and the disenfranchised.'

'It's gonna be over
at Brubaker's place.'

'We're gonna have
plenty of booze'

'maybe even some fine women.'

'You really ought to drop by.'

[telephone ringing]

'Homicide. Bilson.'

'Yes, I invited Eileen.'

'I told you I'd invite Eileen
and I did invite Eileen.'

'Yes, she's very anxious
to see you.'

'Why else would you
think she's coming?'

'Yes, and she's coming
for the same reason.'

'Seven o'clock, I said I'd be
there at seven o'clock, okay?'

Mr. Webly, this is Jerry Beck,
Sheriff's Homicide.

I'd like to talk to you
about one of your people.

A...Robert Bobby Burns.

I need his package.

His package? Come on,
this is Christmas Eve day.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

I'm halfway out of my office.
Got last minute shopping to do.

I'm sorry to hear that,
but I have a suspect

and I don't even know
what he looks like.

What makes you so sure Burns
is your guy, if I may ask?

Because I checked the parole
index and his name comes up.

He's a convicted robber,
he's recently paroled.

And he's at the top
of my list.

I...This is Christmas Eve day.
I have a family. Don't you?

I used to have a family.
I don't have a family now.

What I do have is a dead cop
and I need that package.

You don't understand. I'm
leaving now to do my shopping.

I am going. I told the wife
two minutes ago, I am leaving.

I understand.

Tell you what, you
go do your shopping

and I'll see you tomorrow
morning. How's that?

Tomorrow morning
is Christmas morning.

Sorry, Webly, but you can't
have it both ways.

How's your office
around 8 o'clock sound?

Fuck you.

Have it your way.

8:30.

And fuck you.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thanks, Gates.

- I'm Ed Gates.
- Nice to meet you.

Excuse me a second, thanks.

First Christmas
away from home?

That obvious, huh?

Lucky guess.
I'm Linda.

Jerry Beck.

I've heard your name.

Um, I know,
you're the one

working on the murder of
the sergeant that was killed.

How's it coming?

It's coming.

You don't sound convinced.

Well, right now I'm not
convinced of a lot of things.

'Tis the season to be jolly.

That least of all.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to sound glib.

[clears throat]

Well, it was nice meeting you.
Merry Christmas.

Ah, Linda?

Don't go.

(female #1)
'Carol. Carol, come here.'

Ah...I--

- Good morning.
- I have to go.

Well, you're certainly
dressed for it.

- I was gonna fix breakfast.
- Oh..

- Ah, you want a cup of coffee?
- No, thank you.

[airplane engine revving]

Yeah. I'll get you
an Alka-Seltzer.

- What?
- What?

What?

Oh, Alka-Seltzer.
Here, it'll fix you right up.

- No, thank you.
- Here you go.

Oh, what was that?

That is the Burbank Airport.

The world's quietest airport.

At least that's what they say
if you complain.

What's your hurry?

Well, you said you had
an 8:30 appointment.

Um, ah..

Well..

...thank you for
a lovely evening, really.

What happened?

Nothing. It's-it's
nothing to do with you.

I'm the only one here.

Ah, what I mean is,
it's not you, it's-it's me.

Great.

[airplane engine revving]

You look like shit.

- Thanks. I feel like shit.
- You must be Beck.

Don't bust my balls, Webly.
I'm in no mood.

You're in no mood?
I'm in no mood.

My wife is in no mood.
Today is Christmas, Beck.

Well, judging by the weight,
Mr. Burns has kept pretty busy.

Eight arrests, five convictions
in California, two in Texas.

'It's all in there.'

'Notice we're
the only ones in here.'

Hey.

If Bobby had wanted
to go the other way

he could have been
anything he wanted.

He's extremely bright.
IQ of a 135.

His younger brother, John

on some scholarship to
the University of New Mexico.

Uh, School of
Chemical Engineering.

Don't underestimate Bobby. Also,
don't underestimate his mother.

She's a Hells Angels old lady if
you're thinking of dropping by.

Well, good luck.

If I were you I would give
AA some thought.

Alcoholism is a disease,
you know.

Thank you, Webly.
I'll keep that in mind.

- Where's your car?
- I jogged over.

I live 1.4 miles from here.
I jog over three times a week--

- You jogged over?
- Yeah. You should try it.

Very good for
the cardiovascular system.

Webly, jump in.

Let me drive you home.
It's Christmas.

Give your system a break.

That's my street.
That's Radford. Hang a left.

'Hey, you gotta make
a left right here. Left.'

Jeez, what you-you
past my street.

Need a little favor, Webly.

Need you to drop
by mom's with me.

You know the rules.

Convict gives up his right
to search and seizure

but only in the presence
of a parole officer. That's you.

This is kidnapping, Beck.

Are you aware of this
that this is kidnapping?

No, no, no.
Kidnapping is a felony.

This is just a little favor.

With you, I can walk right
into mom's place

and if he's there,
he's mine.

Like it or not,
that's the way it is.

You are a real asshole.

You know, in case you haven't
noticed, it's daylight.

[knocking]

[knocking continues]

What the fuck
do you want, asshole?

- Sheriff's Homicide.
- Go fuck yourself.

You son of a bitch..

Ah!

Ah!

You wanna give me
a hand here, Webly?

- Is that alright?
- Yes. That's just lovely.

- Good.
- Thank you.

This is an exciting
life you lead.

Sheriff's Homicide. Now, you
guys calm down and cooperate

or I'll rip your heads off
and tear this place apart.

(male #7)
'What the fuck?'

Go back to sleep there, Sluggo.

'It's Christmas morning.
What's going on..'

Alright.

- I'm looking for Bobby Burns.
- Who?

Don't lie to me, asshole.
Robert Bobby Burns.

- Still in the joint.
- You must be John, aren't you?

His brother.

Where is he?

You wouldn't tell me
if you knew, would you?

Well, no.
Not really, officer.

Are you okay?
You don't look very good.

Nothing a month in Hawaii
wouldn't cure.

Have you seen him?

Look, he's my brother.

I-I don't know what
you think he's done

but he's got his own life.

His job is to do
what he wants to do

and your job is to find him,
if you think you need to.

Other than that, I really
can't tell you much.

I go back to school in two days,
just here on Christmas break.

Is your mom in there?

She awake?

Merry Christmas, huh?

Yeah.

[glass clinking]

[dramatic music]

[creaking]

Uh.

[panting]

[panting continues]

- Oh!
- Ah!

- Hey!
- A-ah!

Hey, where are you...
where are you going?

Hey.

[dramatic music continues]

[panting]

[panting continues]

[breathing heavily]

[tires screeching]

[screeching continues]

[honking]

[crash]

[honking]

[crash]

[panting]

Ah!

A-ah!

[panting continues]

Shit.

[police sirens]

Well, well,
what have we here, guys?

A little domestic spat
on our good Lord's birthday?

- Sheriff's Homicide.
- You gotta be kidding.

Oh, God. Do me a favor,
cuff this asshole.

What are you doing
to this man?

- Who are you?
- Elliot Webly, parole officer.

Good God.
What have you done now?

I got sick, Webly.
What the hell does it look like?

I don't mind helping, guys, but
you threw up all over this guy.

Jesus. Son of a bitch. You
fucking threw up on me, man.

Jesus, shut him the fuck up.
My head's killing me.

- Shut him up.
- What've you got on him?

I don't know.
Put him through the machine.

(male #8)
'Get me outta this.
Come on. Jesus Christ.'

'Oh, man, you're a real asshole.
You know that?'

- I got him, didn't I?
- 'It's all over me, man.'

'C'mon. Let me up.'

'Why don't you just shit on me,
while you're at it?'

Think this will wash out
of my tie?

(dispatcher on radio)
'Seventy at Roscoe
and Laurel Terrace.'

'Check. Ellis, James.
Male, Caucasian.'

'Date of birth: 2-12-59.'

'No wants or warrants.'

'Currently on parole
for armed robbery.'

Alright. I'll take it from here.

- Have a nice day.
- Sorry, I have other plans.

Ah, honey, I'm telling you
the truth, sweetie.

I-I think the man is actually
physically dangerous.

Uh-huh, wait, wait a minute,
he's doing something.

Me? I'm at a Chinese restaurant.

Honey, sweetie, I don't think
the Chinese celebrate Christmas.

How long is your tail, parolee?

I got three more years,
if you violate me.

Shit. You're bought
and paid for.

When Bobby got out of the joint,
he called me.

We hung out together.
No big deal.

How long ago was that?

I don't know.
A month ago.

He's waiting for some
guys to show up.

He was doing a hell of a lot
more than that.

He was capering, wasn't he?

You know, I don't
have to tell you shit.

Not without a PO, I don't.

I got a PO.

He's on the phone
lying to his wife.

Now keep talking.

When did these guys show up?

- Two days ago.
- Who were they?

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

[thud]

Damn you! You better come up
with something better than that.

That's all I know,
I swear.

What is going on here?

I'll be finished
in a minute.

- Keep an eye out for the cops.
- I will not.

I will not be
a party to this, Beck.

I will not allow this
to happen under my aegis.

- Under your what?
- My aegis.

My...ah, auspice.
I'm responsible here.

You hear that? He's responsible
here, but I'm not.

Now, goddamn it,
I need some answers.

I got a splitting headache.
I'm seeing double.

Shit, I think
I'm gonna throw up.

He-he took off in a wagon.

A brown-maroon...
maroon Ford wagon.

He said something about
going north to Bakersfield.

But that's all.
That's all.

He didn't say any more
and I didn't ask. That's it.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Don't puke. Don't puke.

Good.

What's gonna happen now?

You wanna book this guy
for parole violation?

I certainly do not.

It's your lucky day.

[pager beeping]

[breathing heavily]

- How's the little woman?
- Wonderful.

Good. Uncuff him,
will you?

Yeah. This is Jerry Beck.

Beck, this is John.

Yeah. I've got a positive ID
on your suspect.

What?

The stop-and-rob manager
made him for sure.

It's Burns, alright.

He's got that tattoo
on that right arm of his.

The circle, the cross,
the lightning bolts.

It's Burns, for sure.

[dramatic music]

[piano music]

[music continues]

Hi. It's me.

Merry Christmas.

How are the kids?

Good.

Are you okay?

Well, it hasn't exactly been

a joyous holiday season
for me either.

I didn't mean anything by that.

I just meant I know how
you feel, that's all.

By the way

you didn't have to
get a restraining order

to keep me from stopping
by the kids school.

All you had to do was ask.

It's not exactly like
I've been hanging out

in an overcoat
with sunglasses, you know.

Fine.
Are the kids there?

Because I'm their father.
I'd like to talk to them.

I'd like to wish them
Merry Christmas.

Oh, goddamn it, Gloria.

Do we have to do this over
every goddamn little thing?

I'm their father.

I wanna talk to them
and I'd like to stop by later

and give them their...
their presents.

Is that alright?

I am their goddamn
father, Gloria.

How can they be in bed...
They're not in bed!

I can hear them
in the fuckin' background!

Gloria.

Gloria, Gloria, don't hang up.

Gloria?

Goddamn!
Jesus!

Damn. Son of a bitch.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Got a minute?

- Oh, you startled me.
- That makes two of us.

What happened to you?

How'd you find out?

- I'm a cop, remember?
- I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

It's not what you think.

How do you know
what I'm thinkin'?

It's all over your face.

You wanna come inside?
I'll make some coffee.

- That's bullshit.
- Don't be rude.

I'm sorry.
I don't know what more--

I didn't come here for apology.
Nothing that complicated.

I just wanna know why?

I wanted to tell you.
I intended to.

The next thing I knew,
we were in bed.

Bullshit. It didn't
happen that fast.

Well, for me it did.

- Bullshit. Bullshit.
- You keep saying that.

That's because you keep lyin'.
He was your husband. Goddamn--

- Who're you to judge me?
- I don't know.

Who do you have to be?

- Hi, Linda.
- Hi, Nancy. Hi, Alma.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Yes, he was my husband. Was.

We'd been separated
for eight months.

God, why am I explaining
myself to you?

I don't have to explain
myself to you.

Well, it'd be damned nice
if somebody did.

Look. What exactly
do you wanna know?

Why did you jump in and out
of bed with me so fast?

If you wanted somethin',
why didn't you just ask?

Would've saved us
a lot of time and energy.

I didn't plan it.
I didn't expect it.

It was Christmas Eve
and I was alone.

That's all?

No.

That's not all.

No. I wanted something else.
At least, I thought I did.

I wanted you to find the man
who killed Gary.

That's my job.

Find him
and kill him.

- That's not my job.
- He deserves to die.

He may.

Not the way
you got in mind.

See you around.

[Spanish music]

[indistinct chattering]

[chattering continues]

Merry Christmas
to you too.

[door slams]

Fuckin' door was locked.

That's against the law

to keep an exit door locked
during business hours.

Right?

- Ain't that right?
- You're right, Ray.

I'm right.

Sleepy

why don't we get everybody

and get them down on the floor?

(Sleepy)
'Turn down. Down.'

(Raymond)
'Move it.'

[indistinct Spanish chatter]

Raymond!
Cash register.

[cash register rattling]

Fucking thing won't open.

[speaking Spanish]

Shh. How does
the cash register open?

It sticks a little.

It sticks, Raymond.
You gotta hit it on the side.

[banging]

[clinking]

Bingo.

(Sleepy)
'This asshole's got pesos.'

'What the fuck are we
gonna do with pesos?'

[Spanish song]

A-ah!

'A-ah! No!'

'A-ah!'

[gunshot]

[people screaming]

[gunshots]

[soft Spanish music]

Jerry, 41.

Yeah, Beck here.

Walker Hillard here.

Chief of Police
in Cottonwood, Arizona.

We got this little Mexican bar
right outside of the..

Hey, come on, come on,
come on, now down.

No, I'm talking
to the dog.

Look, we got this little Mexican
bar right outside of town.

It got robbed last night.

After they robbed it, they
laid everybody on the floor

and they shot 'em all.

'Now, I saw
your teletype.'

'I wondered if it could
have anything to do with that.'

Sit tight, chief.
I'll be right out.

(chief #1)
'Beck, this could
be your lucky day.'

'I got a report
from one of my boys.'

He spotted
a maroon Ford wagon

heading out to the Steadman
ranch this morning.

You're kiddin'?

- I figure it's worth a shot.
- Go on.

Lombard, tow this thing
out of here.

Uh, chief,
that's my car.

[dramatic music]

You know, if this turns out
to be the right station wagon.

Looks like
we could be overmatched.

How's that?

Well, we've got a few handguns
and maybe a shotgun or two.

It says here
on your deputy's report..

"The bad guys
used automatics.

Maybe a MAC-10 or two."

That's what
I call overmatched.

Did you read this?

Let me give you a piece
of advice, Beck.

You're a big city cop.

If I was in the big city,
I'd listen to you.

But this ain't the big city.
This is Cottonwood.

Population 2,231 and I'm
the Chief of Police.

This is my town,
my territory.

To make it real simple

nobody's gonna
fuck with me here.

[music continues]

Dorothy, we're arriving
at the Steadman place.

Have Bonnie send over
a couple of steak sandwiches

from the office about 12:30.
Thank you. What?

Fries or baked?

- What?
- Fries. Fries.

- Oh, fries, yeah.
- Thanks, Hon. Fries.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

You don't need the gun, chief.
Just tell 'em who you are.

- Ah, fuck you, Beck.
- Fuck you too, chief.

And your goddamn
French fries.

[gunshots]

[gunshots continue]

[gunshots]

[gunshots continue]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

(chief #1)
'Jackson. Get my hat.'

'Ah, never mind the hat.
Get up here. Get up here.'

'Go on up the highway
and flag down a car.'

'It could be hours
before it dawns on Dorothy'

'that something's wrong.'

(Jackson)
'Sir, I got two years seniority
on Randall--'

(chief #1)
'Because I'm sending you,
now get the fuck out of here.'

[helicopter hovering]

Gentleman, who's Beck?

- I'm Beck.
- Arthur Kressler, FBI.

I got your message about
the break in the Kimble case

and I flew right out.

They said you were out of radio
contact. What happened here?

(Beck)
'Now, here's another one.
Listen to this.'

"This is a time to put
our differences aside

"and concentrate
on what we share.

Our common vision of a new
America, purged of the--"

Sounds like typical
white-supremacy rhetoric to me.

Yeah?

You mean they
just sit around

and write this shit
all the time?

Half of them
are in prison anyway.

I suppose it helps them
pass the time of day.

Is that tape
on your glasses?

Yeah. I lost one of those
little screws. Fell out.

You know,
what struck me

is they keep
talking about

this big meeting
that they're gonna have

where they unite
and create

one organization,
one power structure.

You know what,
they..

They get real
carried away, man.

Like they're the fuckin'
Knights of the Round Table

looking for King Arthur.
God Almighty.

Look, Beck, I understand
what you're saying.

All I'm trying
to do is tell you

what the bureau's position is
on matters of this kind.

That is that these groups have
no unity or central authority.

'They're fragmented,
territorial and isolated.'

Come on. I'll give you a lift
back in the chopper.

I wanna get out an APB
as soon as possible

on that station wagon.

'Excuse me?'

You don't wanna take
any of these letters?

Of course, I'll take them.

But I doubt they're
gonna carry much weight.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

(Beck)
'I called the captain's office''

'The secretary said she's sure
the money went out yesterday.'

'Yes, they're double-checking.'

'Meanwhile, I'm
in Oklahoma City.'

It is 36 fucking degrees here
and I am freezing my ass off.

Reimburse what, Henry?

Do you have any idea what

a goddamn divorce
costs these days?

Do you have an idea what
these asshole lawyers cost?

My credit cards are maxed out.
I can't reimburse shit.

Yes, alright.
Alright.

I'm on my way
to Bogan now.

Yeah.

[instrumental music]

(male #9)
Yeah, it's like I told you
I'd pick you up at the dance.

No. No, that's
what I said.

Until the divorce goes through
that's the way its gotta be.

Look, honey, I got some
business I gotta take care of.

I'll see you later.
Okay?

Cute sign, chief.

Yeah.

Fucking ACLU,
the commie-Jew bastards

'made us take it down.
Used to be out front.'

Don't make no difference.

Ain't no nigger gonna stay
in this town after sundown.

Oh, by the way,
I briefed my boys.

'No sign of a maroon
Ford wagon so far.'

Are you cold?

Does it show?

Yeah, blue lips
give you away every time.

You California boys
got it too easy.

All that sunshine
and pussy thins the blood.

[chuckles]

Yeah, that's us.
Land of milk and honey.

Morning briefings
on the beach.

And every once in a while
some asshole kills a cop

and everybody
gets pissed off.

No more beach,
no more sunshine

and pussy until
the guy's caught.

Yeah, we draw straws
out of our banana daiquiris.

Which is why
I'm here, chief.

Short straw.

You know a man
named Gebhardt?

Why?

Well, I'd like
to pay him a visit.

I have reason to believe that
Bobby Burns might contact him.

Well, I think you got
your names mixed up.

Mmm, I don't think so, chief.

I got his name, address
and phone number

out of Bobby's
phone book.

Maybe they have
somethin' else in common.

Maybe they like
to hunt ducks.

Oh, I think they've got a little
more in common than ducks.

Such as?

Such as...white supremacy.

Now, it's probably
an alien concept around here.

But there are actually
groups of people

who hate anyone
that isn't like them.

Gebhardt's place is about
half an hour's drive from here.

I got some business
to take care of.

I'll call you later
this afternoon.

I got the address
and I got a car, chief.

I won't wait long.

Without me
or a search warrant

you won't set foot
on Gebhardt's property.

You got a search warrant?

[door opens]

Chief, there's a guy
out there from the FBI.

FBI? Shit.
Well, bring him on in.

Arthur Kressler, special agent
assigned to the Kimble murder.

I got word on your lead
and I flew right out.

How's it goin'?

Well, to tell you
the truth, a little slow.

It's not the chief's fault.

He's just been busy as hell
these days. Right, chief?

You didn't tell me
the FBI was in on this.

Oh, my fault, chief.

Well, you see, I don't
really think of Art as FBI.

I think of him
more as a friend.

We hang out
at the beach together.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

(Beck)
'You know, I don't believe
I've ever seen'

'a cross like that
on a church before, Reverend.'

'Exactly what
denomination is that?'

The Aryan Nation Church
of Christ, Mr. Beck.

How does that differ
from, say, oh...the Baptists?

It embodies the nucleus
of what America once was

and will be again, Mr. Beck.

Uh-huh. And just what
is that, Reverend?

White and pure, Mr. Beck.

Cleansed of its
present racial impurities.

Our nation has
become adulterated

by people
of low blood.

They act like parasites
on a giant oak, feeding on it

day by day sapping
its strength.

You make a powerful
case, reverend.

Frankly, I never
looked at it that way.

Huh, well, you're
not alone, Mr. Beck.

Fortunately, there are
those among us who have.

I guess that brings me
to why we're here.

Do you know this man?

I don't believe
I do, Mr. Beck.

Mr. Beck.

Thank you.

His name is Robert Burns
or Bobby.

We have reason to believe
he might contact you.

Well, we have many friends
who stop by, Mr. Beck.

Friends from coast to coast
and border to border.

[footsteps]

It's him.

It's the guy with the cops
from the Steadman place.

It's the guy that
sighted me with the 38.

What the fuck
is he doing in Oklahoma?

I don't know.

[birds chirping]

Maybe he's a fed.

He's no fed.
Feds are neat.

Whoever this guy is, he wouldn't
last a week with the feds.

The other guy's comin' over.

Now, he is a fed.
Look at him.

'So clean, you could shoot him
and bury him in the same suit.'

But that other motherfucker
I can't figure him out.

It's kind of hard
to reconcile this

with godliness and hot apple
turnovers. Aye, Kressler?

Yeah, the scary part is
they put up such a good front.

No, the scary part is
is that it ain't no front.

Nine millimeter.

Bobby Burns' weapon of choice.

(Kressler)
So you think
he's been here?

I know he's been here.

[church bells]

You mind telling me
what took you so long?

- It's freezing out here.
- Chief wanted his coat back.

You didn't bring
a cold-weather coat?

What's the matter with you?

Nothin' that a long overdue
expense money wouldn't cure.

Tell me. You got any new ideas
about what we're dealing with?

Like what?

Come on, Kressler,
open your eyes.

These people aren't
a ragtag bunch of yahoos

that drink beer and run around
in sheets on Saturday night.

They got money behind them.

They got strong pockets
of community support.

No proof. You don't
know that for sure.

The hell I don't.
We just walked out of one.

Who the fuck do you think called
ahead and warned Gebhardt?

They were standing
on the fuckin' porch--

Excuse me!

As one professional
to another I would appreciate

if you would minimize
your constant use of profanity.

- You're kidding.
- No, sir, I'm not kidding.

I'm telling you
something's goin' on here.

I'm telling you somethin'
big is happenin' here

and all that grabs you
is my language?

What the fuck is
the matter with you?

That's a good example.
I'm a Christian, Beck.

I'm sure that seems like
a joke or something to you

but I find your language
personally offensive.

If you need me for anything,
I'll be at the Marriott

in Oklahoma City until 9.
My flight leaves at 10:05.

I'd get a cold-weather coat
if I were you.

You could freeze to death
in this weather.

[truck horns]

Excuse me?

Uh, you-you mean

because Western Union's
computers are down

I can't get my money?

Well, can you tell me
when they're gonna be back up?

I don't fucking believe this.

[thunder rumbling]

Keep driving.

'You're gonna turn left
at the street right here, okay''

[dramatic music]

Who are you?

You first.

I'm the Grim Reaper.

Now you.

I'm a cop from LA.

You're no cop from LA.

I saw you in Arizona
and now here in Oklahoma.

Fuck it.

It doesn't matter
who you are...when you're dead.

You know, before you
kiss this world goodbye..

There is something
you should know.

(Reaper)
'You cops'

'judges, whatever
the hell you are.'

You keep thinking
you can solve the problem

by putting us in jail.

Or killing us.

That's what the Romans
thought when they took

the Christian people
and they fed them to lions.

That's what the Romans
thought when they took

the Christians and they put
them into the sewers.

Catacombs.

It's the same thing today.

Only catacombs have
different names.

Like San Quentin...and Soledad.

And a 100 other prisons
across this country.

'Cause you see...it didn't die
in the sewers of Rome.

It grew and grew.

One idea. One cause.

Every single
prisoner's got it.

And the Romans
couldn't kill it

and neither can
kiss-ass liberals

or cops.

[thunder rumbling]

Very easy.

I'm right here.

[tires screech]

[instrumental music]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshots continue]

This is 45 Adam.
Officer needs assistance.

[gunshots]

Shit.

[gunshots continue]

'Go. Go. Go.'

Freeze! Arms away
from your head!

Don't shoot,
don't shoot, I'm a cop.

- Don't move!
- I'm a cop, I'm a cop from LA.

I got some ID.
Right here. See?

[police siren]

(chief #2)
'One more thing.'

I call a man back
for an assignment.

I don't wanna hear
a 15-minute recitation

on the phone.

- To acomplish it.
- Yes, sir.

I got a tremendous amount
of bullshit going on here.

I don't need any
additional tourists.

But, Jerry, I like you. So I'm
not gonna waltz you around.

You're in big fuckin' trouble
on this one.

It's Agent Kressler,
the asshole--

Oh, it's Agent Kressler,
it's a PO named Webly.

It's patrol officers
from Kimble's murder

who said that you acted
in an insensitive manner.

It is a goddamn
Greek chorus of folks, Jerry.

There are complaints
of excessive drinking

language unbecoming an officer,
physical intimidation

and kidnapping.

I didn't kidnap anyone. I--

Oh, that's a beautiful rebuttal
considering the list of charges.

Chief, look, before
you make any decisions

you've gotta look
at this stuff.

This is the map
that I told you about.

Alright, here
is the route. Right here.

I got names and addresses
of people.

The-these are the letters.

These are just
some of the letters.

Chief, there's something
going on here.

Something big is going on.
More than anyone even guessed.

This isn't a group of people
who are standing around yelling

nigger and kike
and-and spic.

This-this is a goddamn movement.

They got organization.
They got money.

They got resources
I wish the fuck we had.

Jerry, Jerry, not now.

Let's deal with
first things first

like keeping you
on this case.

To do that, I'm gonna
need some help.

Some ammunition
only you can provide.

I've set up an appointment
with a Dr. Krantz

one of those
department psychiatrists.

You convince him you're okay.
You're on the next flight out.

Four o'clock
this afternoon.

Don't be late
and don't fuck it up.

(announcer on intercom)
'Please call your office.'

Mr. Beck?
Dr. Krantz.

- Pleased to meet you, doctor.
- Come in.

I know how stressful
these things can be.

So, um...just think of me
as one of the guys.

Did I say something funny,
Mr. Beck?

Uh, no. No, doc.
It's just, uh..

...this is-this is
real important to me.

It's also real important that
you be completely honest here.

Yes. Yes, I understand.

I-I'm-I'm gonna
be completely honest.

Good.

Then let's get back
to my original question.

Did I say something funny,
Mr. Beck?

Uh, look, can we-can we
just drop it?

We're not here
to drop things, Mr. Beck.

Okay. I mean, you're-you're
a psychologist.

You're trained and-and you
understand these things.

I mean, the rest of the world
walks around with fragile egos.

You're rambling, Mr. Beck.

Well, the-the truth of the..

The truth is that you-you kind
of look like Woody Allen.

[Beck laughing]

And when you said..

"...think of me as one
of the guys."

[Beck laughing]

How did I...get to this?

I don't know.

It just happened.

Just like this case.

I didn't ask for it.

It just happened.

But it's okay,
it's my case.

I started it...
and I just wanna finish it.

[bell rings]

Is there any point in-in going
on with this? I mean.

I'm a dead man.

If that's true, Mr. Beck,
you died by your own hand.

It was the Woody Allen
thing, right?

No one responds well
to ridicule, Mr. Beck.

Even psychiatrists.

God almighty.

I swear to God to you,
I didn't mean that as ridicule.

Whatever else happens here
today, that is the truth.

I'm afraid our time
is up, Mr. Beck.

[music]

We tried it your way, doc.

- Now we're gonna try it mine.
- 'Get out of this office.'

You're not a safe man to put
on the streets, Mr. Beck.

You're not a safe man to put
in this office, Dr. Krantz.

If I get pulled off
of this case

because you look like
Woody Allen

I will not be responsible
for what I will do.

If you got some dues
to pay there

then by God, you pay them
because I will not.

I will fixate on you

as the instrument
of my destruction.

And you will never feel safe
in your world again.

[children talking and laughing]

[airplane engine revving]

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

I'll hold.

[clearing throat]

Morning, captain.

Oh, yeah. It's a wonder

what a good night's sleep
will do for you.

I did?

[guitar music]

Son of a bitch.

No, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

[guitars and drums]

Woody fuckin' Allen.

(male #11)
'Jerry Beck?'

Yeah, hi. Is Captain Dixon
with you?

You're looking at him.

- No shit?
- No shit.

(Beck)
'You know the Selby place?'

(Dixon)
'I know the place and the man.'

'Arlen Selby is a major Klucker
in these parts.'

(Beck)
'We're gonna need men
for backup'

'and it only takes one
with mixed loyalties.'

(Dixon)
'I think I can guarantee
that won't happen.'

'Meet seven of Kelman's finest.
Gentlemen, Jerry Beck.'

- Mr. Beck.
- Not a klucker among 'em.

I feel better already.

- Is this your boy?
- Yeah.

- Hi there.
- Hi.

(Dixon)
'You must be
a pretty important guy.'

Got a fellow who flew in this
afternoon because you're here.

Curtis, we got some
business to do.

I'm glad you could
make it, Beck.

Yeah.

Thanks for all the help.

Sorry, Kressler, me and the doc
we got along just like that.

- Two peas in a pod.
- Really?

What did you do?
Threaten his wife and kids?

(Dixon)
I see you two guys
are already acquainted.

What do you say we take care of
some business over here, Beck?

According to my information

I think it's best that
we're in position

no later than 5:45, right here.

(Dixon)
'Why do I get the feeling
you got something on your mind''

You tell me.

Well, I sense you've got
some unfinished business

wrapped up in this
and it worries me.

So I made some calls.

I like to know
who I'm working with.

I got a wife and kids waiting.
So does Franklin.

I make it a point to go home.

You can call LA or anywhere
they've got a phone.

But it's bullshit
and you know it.

'There's only one question
about me that matters.'

And that is, is there anyone
that'd be afraid

to go through a door with me?

You already know the answer
to that question.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here
in the first place.

- It's not quite that simple.
- The hell it isn't.

That's what's so great
about this job, captain.

It's as simple as it gets.

Death and taxes.

[intense music]

[music continues]

- Let's do it.
- Let's go.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[police siren]

[music continues]

This is the FBI.

- Freeze.
- Nobody move.

- Get down.
- 'Down on the floor.'

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

'This is the FBI.'

Ladies, outside, move, move.
Let's go.

Get down.

Get down, Mrs. Gebhardt.
Get down.

'We have a warrant for the
arrest of Robert Bobby Burns'

'and three John Does.'

'We have reason to believe
they're on the premises.'

- Alright, alright.
- Get on the floor.

I repeat.
This is the FBI.

'Comply with this
federal warrant'

'and put down
your arms immediately.'

I didn't expect
to find you here, Reverend.

Nor I you, Mr. Beck.

- You out spreading the gospel?
- In a manner of speaking.

Well, spread this gospel.

You tell your men out front
to throw down their weapons

and comply with
the federal warrant.

Now.

This is Reverend Gebhardt.
I want your full attention.

'This is not the time
or the place'

'for an armed confrontation.'

'We have nothing to hide.'

I want you to lay
down your weapons.

'I repeat. Lay down
your weapons.'

[gate opens]

(Kressler)
'Beck, I'm through playing
catch-up with you.'

'You've been hiding
evidence from me.'

'Whatever happens here today,
I want it.'

Hands on your heads.
Against the wall. Move.

[intense music]

[music continues]

Ah.

(Reverend)
Alright, Mr. Kressler.

We have complied
with your wishes.

Now kindly comply
with ours. Please leave.

Beck, apparently you were wrong.
He's not here after all.

What do you suggest now?

We set up our shop in one of
the barracks over there, huh?

I told you, I get the evidence,
win or lose.

Look, he's not in the church.
He's not in the main house.

He's not in the kitchen
or in the storage area.

I looked places you couldn't
hide a kid, no less four adults.

[birds chirping]

He's gotta be here.

Jerry, I don't think
he's here.

This is the place. It's all
in place. Like in the letters.

The meeting to create a new
covenant, the-the map said..

Jerry, I gotta..

...he was gonna
be in Oklahoma City.

He was in fuckin' Oklahoma City
and he's gotta be here.

Look, if that head Nazi
makes a call, my ass is grass.

Damn it, all the roads
lead to this place.

Look, it's time
to walk away.

I backed you as much
as I can on this.

[intense music]

(Reverend)
'This is an outrage. A violation
of constitutional law.'

I demand legal counsel before
you take another step in church.

(Kressler)
Are you finished?

(Reverend)
Leave these premises or face
a multi-million-dollar lawsuit.

Go ahead
because I'm already broke.

My goddamn ex-wife
beat you to it.

Come on, let's go.

(Reverend)
'Is the FBI broke,
Mr. Kressler?'

(Kressler)
'Look, just give me five minutes
and I'll settle everything.'

You're out of here, Beck.
You hear me?

You are history, mister.
Do you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you.
Now stay the fuck out of my way.

Your unprofessional behavior
is jeopardizing all our careers.

(Kressler)
'I'm talking to you, mister.'

[Kressler screaming]
You are off this case!

No such luck,
dickface.

You wanna do it right now?
You wanna go right now?

I don't know what going on
between you two.

(Dixon)
'Settle this somewhere. This
is not the time or the place.'

- 'This operation is over.'
- 'Just back off.'

[intense music]

[door creaks]

[dramatic music]

Shit.

(Kressler on megaphone)
'This is the FBI.'

'We have a federal warrant
for the arrest'

'of Robert Bobby Burns
and three John Doe accomplices''

'You're completely surrounded.
Surrender immediately.'

[intense music]

[gunshots]

(Beck)
He's dead.

[music continues]

Alright.
We gotta split up.

Franklin. Kressler.

John.

[gunshots]

(male #12)
Die, nigger.

Put some pressure on it.

[footsteps]

[gunshots]

[gunshots continue]

Let's go.

I'm okay. Take him.

[music continues]

[gun cocks]

[gunshots]

Five, six.

[wood creaks]

[gun cocks]

It's you.

Jesus Christ.

Why are you doing
this to me?

You killed a cop
in LA.

I didn't kill a cop.

The hell you didn't.

[gasping]

Don't lie to me, asshole.

You're dying. Don't lie to me.
Give it up, Bobby.

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

You robbed that store

and then you shot
the manager.

And then when the cop pulled
you over to question you

you shot him
right in the face.

You pumped a dozen rounds of
9 mm right in his goddamn face!

Didn't you,
you son of a bitch?

You got the wrong guy.

You got the wrong guy.

You shot the wrong guy.

You've been following this guy
for 1500 miles, he didn't do it.

You don't know that.

How do you know that?

The same way you do.
I heard him say it.

And whether you
like it or not, it's true.

[dramatic music]

John.

You killed him.
You killed my brother.

John, I-I didn't want it
to go down like--

I didn't even get
a chance to tell him.

I drove up from New Mexico
last night and he was asleep.

Now he'll never know what I did.

'He'll never know
I had it too.'

I had the same blood
that he did.

Fire and ice.

'He loved me.'

'He would have-he would
have killed for me.'

But he didn't think
I had it.

So I got a Browning just like
his and I went into that store

and I shot that nigger.

And I shot your fucking cop too
on the way home.

He came up to me.

I looked him
straight in the eyes.

And I smiled and I said,
"Merry Christmas, officer."

I had that motherfucker
dead bang and I blew him away.

I put a bullet in him
for every time some cop

'fucked with my brother
since he was 14 years old.'

Now, you put your gun down.
Put it down.

'I wanna see
your gun on the floor.'

I'll blow your
fucking brains out, faggot.

[thud]

Alright. Alright, now you.

Okay.

Okay, John.

John, first..

First, I think you ought
to know the truth.

Just listen to me.

I think you ought
to know the truth

about what happened here.

I didn't kill
your brother, John.

He did.

[gunshots]

John, give it up, man.

John.

John, forget all that
fire-and-ice bullshit.

Your brother was a pussy
without a Browning in his hand.

And he was a fucking punk,
in the joint.

'He'd bend over for
a pack of cigarettes.'

He sucked every con
in the joint, John.

Shut up!

Shut up!

[water dripping]

[panting]

I don't have anything
to say to you.

You gave up your gun.

You did what no cop
should ever do.

He was gonna kill me
if I didn't.

He was gonna kill
us both anyway.

Who are you to talk?

You told him
I killed his brother.

If it was up to you,
I'd be dead right now.

It was up to me.

I'm pleased to say that
this case is a model example

of how the FBI
and local law enforcement

cannot only work
together, but achieve

significant results together.

In reviewing the letters, Burn's
phone book and other evidence

'supplied by Agent Kressler'

'bureau is revising
its position'

'on white supremacy groups.'

There is sufficient
evidence to believe

that there is a concerted effort

'to combine these groups
under a common umbrella.'

'And so the FBI is forming
a task force'

'to respond to this.'

And now, I would like
to introduce the agent

who has been on this case
from beginning to end

Arthur Kressler.

Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you.
There's not much I can add.

I would, however, like
to thank the bureau

'for its unwavering support'

'and commitment
to this operation.'

And also a big clap on the back
to local law enforcement.

They were with us
every step of the way.

'Without them, we probably
wouldn't be here now.'

Taxi?

How's your leg?

It hurts like a bitch.
What do you think?

Thanks for the lift.

Jerry.

I want you to know that I'd go
through a door with you anytime.

And...there's more out there
than death and taxes.

A hell of a lot more.

All you gotta do
is give it half the chance.

["Dead Bang" instrumental]