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[music playing]

[grunting]

[grunting]

Yes!

[car engine]

Did I miss something here?

Yeah, the 70s.

Remember disco?

[police siren]

MAC: You wanna tell me what's going on here, disco boy?

AUGUST: We're chasing bad guys, like always.

We're cops, remember?

Will you at least wait till I get my seat belt on?

Buckle up, buckle up!

MAC: Don't you think we should be calling for backup?

AUGUST: We don't need no stinking backup!

What did I ever do to deserve you as a partner?

Just trust me, partner.

Just trust me.

Do I hate it when you say that.

AUGUST: You ever notice this car [inaudible] to the right?

Look out!

[honking]

AUGUST: That was a keep the faith, baby.

Keep the faith baby?

Live hard, drive hard.

That's my motto.

MAC: Well, my motto is stop the car and let me out.

[tires skidding]

[honking]

MAC: Whoa, whoa, look out!

I'm cool.

I'm cool.

Lord, I've never asked for a lot

because I know you're a busy guy,

but if you get me out of this alive,

I promise I'll never miss church again.

AUGUST: Listen, [inaudible] down the line.

Put in a good word for me.

Watch out!

AUGUST: Woo, yeah!

Lay back and enjoy the ride.

I don't know why the state of California

keeps renewing your driver's license.

AUGUST: License?

What license?

[tires skidding]

[honking]

Mac, Mac, hold on!

Whoa!

[inaudible] partner!

Whoa, I feel like a [inaudible]!

MAC: Hey, August.

August!

Aw, man.

I just had a bad nightmare.

I dreamt I was you.

Really?

Mm-hm

You must be exhausted.

You know, I don't understand how

you survive yourself every day.

(WHISPERING) Practice.

(MOCKINGLY) Practice.

[theme music]

No!

Ground rules are no camera crews inside headquarters!

Detective Richardson will handle the press.

This is not a First Amendment violation.

I'm trying to solve a homicide!

That was a friendly reporter.

Captain, I'm gonna need more officers out at the mansion.

We got news crews coming in from all over the world.

And now those 50,000 people that never

seem to have anything else better to do,

they're all starting to show up. - Oh, god.

It's as bad as OJ.

- Did I miss something? - Don't see how.

Last time I checked, your Porsche still had a radio.

I wasn't listening to the radio.

I was listening to a CD of the mating calls of killer whales.

Ah.

Did you learn anything?

Ha-ha.

So what's going on?

Oh, what's going on?

Leland Hastings was shot early this morning

in the foyer of his mansion.

I'm the primary.

I'm the one giving the media briefings.

Oh my god.

I've never been on television before.

The Leland Hastings?

Yep.

The Leland-- billionaire, city father,

12 museums named after him--

Hastings.

Four bullets from a 38, television, and I'm

having a bad hair day.

Well, Richardson, let me give you a few tips.

One, look right into the camera.

Two, tell the truth.

And three, never ever, ever let them see you sweat.

[phone ringing]

AUGUST: And whatever you do, my man,

don't give a second thought to that billion or so people that

are going to be watching you.

I cannot even relate to that, Brooks,

so it is meaningless to me.

Damn good thing, too.

Right.

August, we have our own homicide to deal with.

AUGUST: All right.

We gonna be on TV?

I wouldn't hold your breath on this one.

[music playing]

PARAMEDIC: [inaudible] responding to the 911.

[murmurs]

Let's go.

Hey, Brooks.

Hey, August.

Uniform said they were responding to a 911 call.

Who called it in?

Anonymous.

They said they checked for ID and didn't find a thing.

Mm.

One shot behind the left ear.

Small caliber.

This was home for this guy, Mac.

Desperate times for desperate people, huh?

Mm.

Motive?

Burglary?

[scoff] What the hell would they steal?

Alcohol?

Drugs?

Doesn't make any sense.

Guy makes his home here when there's

help right across the street.

MR. SMITH: I started this place five years ago.

Everybody works.

We collect bottles and cans.

There's no hitting up the suits downtown for spare change.

See, understand we are trying to find a way

to regain our dignity here.

Mr. Smith, were you here last night?

MR. SMITH: I'm here every night.

MAC: Well, we have what looks like an apparent homicide

in that lot over there.

AUGUST: There was no ID.

We thought maybe somebody over here would know who he is.

Why can't you guys stop hassling us?

Can't you see we're trying to make something happen here?

MR. SMITH: Vinnie, leave it alone.

Yeah, right.

Excuse me.

Vinnie worked hard with me to build this place.

City Hall's down on our case.

The developers want us out of here.

So Vinnie thinks anybody in authority is our enemy.

PARAMEDIC: John.

MAC: John have a last name?

Nope.

A lot of my people are like that, no last names anymore.

Do you know anything about him?

He came in about two months ago, asked for shelter.

He was one of quiet ones, kept to himself a lot.

He was kinda slow, but he worked well.

He didn't sleep in the camp last night.

Sometimes they get tired of the regimen,

and they go away for a while.

Did John have any friends?

He hung out with this guy, Larry.

Uh, Larry thought John was an abductee.

Abductee?

Aliens.

Larry is a believer.

Ah.

I'm gonna have to get you and Larry introduced.

Can you describe this Larry for us?

Young, but he looks old.

Burned out from drugs.

But listen, Larry's got a good heart.

You have any idea where Larry might be?

Last time I saw him was two nights ago.

You guys are putting on a hell of a show.

Beg your pardon.

Well, a no-name homeless guy gets killed.

You expect us to believe the city is actually

gonna pay for an investigation?

[scoff]

We know what the drill is down here.

You're gonna take John here and take him off

to some no-name cemetery someplace,

and then you're gonna go back to your office and lose the file.

Case closed, right?

For your information, we don't prioritize our cases by race,

religion, or status in life.

Did I miss something someplace?

Or is hell freezing over?

[scoff]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Vinnie doesn't believe in justice for the dispossessed.

Do you?

Larry's thin, nervous.

He won't be hard to spot.

He always wears this long black coat

with gold buttons and epaulets.

Thanks a lot.

Well, let's get to work.

AUGUST: Yeah.

Death was caused by a 22 caliber bullet

entering just behind the left ear

and then lodging into the brain.

Whoops. Wrong stiff.

This is Leland Hastings. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the damage?

Four shots to the chest.

One of the bullets severed the main artery

from the heart, which caused massive internal bleeding.

Somebody was upset.

Uh, yeah.

This way, guys.

Well, here we go.

John Doe side by side with Leland Hastings.

I'd say the net worth is about the same right now.

Was there anything else besides the single gunshot?

Well, there were some signs of a recent injury.

There was some damage done to the parietal lobes

in the brain, probably down within the last six

to eight weeks.

Looks like your guy took a pretty hard beating.

You know, there is something odd about this case.

I've worked on a lot of John Does,

especially in medical school, and they

usually have pretty ravaged interiors

from drug and alcohol abuse.

Not this guy.

He could've been the poster boy for a fitness club.

No booze.

No drugs.

And his muscle tone was right up there with any good athletes.

Do you like that?

Do I like that?

I mean, do you like guys that work out,

keep themselves in shape?

Are you insinuating that I'm attracted

to a dead man, McDonald?

No!

No, I mean-- no!

No-- I didn't mean that.

You know, uh, it-- it is, uh, very unusual, Samantha.

And ironic, too.

You know, I worked on both of these guys,

and I just don't get it.

You have Leland Hastings over there,

a man that could have anything he wanted in this world.

And yet you open him up, and he's like the Grand

Central Station of abuse.

[scoff] And the size of his liver.

He must have had a fifth a day minimum.

Oh, and not even to mention the cocaine problem.

Let's just say that Leland Hastings had himself

a major league cocaine habit.

Well, lifestyles of the rich and famous, huh?

SAMANTHA: [sigh] Look, what I shared with you guys

about Hastings?

It is for your ears only.

Why?

Is it a secret?

Well, let's just say that I got a memo that my report

may be politically incorrect.

Duty calls, guys.

I'll catch you later.

Yeah.

What the hell were you thinking asking

her if she liked this guy?

What size shoe does your mouth take, anyway?

I don't know, August.

I-- I just don't know what comes over me

when-- when I'm around her.

That is correct.

The medical examiner is currently conducting

an autopsy on Mr. Hastings.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Fax it over, OK?

One, I haven't seen it yet myself,

and two, I'm not releasing it.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): But this is vital news!

Oh, vital schmital.

We're looking for a killer!

I'm not going to release anything

until I'm sure it won't compromise the investigation.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Hey!

We're number one at six.

You can't deny it.

This interview has now terminated!

Friendly news, captain?

Blow dried morons on parade.

Didn't anyone ever learn anything from Walter Cronkite?

Uh, captain, we think we found ourselves a witness out there,

possibly even a suspect.

On the John Doe?

Yeah.

The suspect is a homeless guy who wanders

a quarter south of downtown.

We're gonna need us some patrol units

out there, captain, to help find him.

Sorry, guys.

No can do.

Captain, we need more eyes out there.

And I need more units on the Hastings thing.

This is turning out to be a major tourist attraction!

Leland Hastings.

John Doe.

Why does Hastings get priority?

August, don't be naive.

Right.

Well, I guess if our homicide was on the news,

we'd have all the manpower that we needed.

Don't use that tone of voice with me, Brooks!

You're the boss, captain.

You know what I'm thinking, partner?

What's that?

I'm thinking of it's not on TV,

apparently it never happened.

[phone ringing]

Grab that, would you?

Brooks's desk.

Right.

We're on our way.

Hold that thought, partner.

Looks like our friend Larry just came in from the cold.

Let's get it.

[music playing]

Well, he just showed up and asked for something to eat.

MAC: Well, we appreciate the call.

Well, in this camp, everybody gets

a chance to prove themselves.

Ah, geez.

[music playing]

Hey, where are you going?

[honking]

Partner?

Partner, you OK?

Oh my god, my car!

Are you all right?

CIVILIANS: [arguing]

You're gonna be OK?

Yeah.

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac!

[interposing voices]

CIVILIANS: [arguing] - People, hey, hey!

People! - --my fault?

I don't think so! - Hey!

Hey!

Hey, ma'am, ma'am.

I'm a cop. - [grunting]

Sir, sir, go sit down in your car.

Dammit!

I put this out on the FBI net along with his fingerprints.

They came back with a solid match.

Any priors?

No.

No?

No priors.

See if you can find out why the feds processed him.

Uh, I'm working on that, but here's what we got so far.

His name is Gerald Klein.

Age 42.

Married.

Two kids.

Lives in Marin County.

Formerly the business director of a huge organization

known as CW.

Now, that stands for Charities Worldwide.

So what got him on the streets?

[sigh] I can't help you with that one, August.

Who filed the missing person's report?

His wife two months ago.

Doesn't make a whole lot of sense, does it?

I mean, successful businessman, Marin County, wife, two kids.

Nervous breakdown?

Yeah, well, anything is possible.

I, um, think we'd better contact his wife.

Have her ID the body.

Hell of a way to find your missing husband, huh?

[music playing]

[coughing]

[cough]

Ah.

REPORTER (ON TV): What about Mr, Hastings's two sons?

We hear they were at the house that night.

Like I said, this is an ongoing investigation.

REPORTERS (ON TV): [interposing voices]

REPORTER (ON TV): And what about suicide?

How many suicides do you know of

who shoot themselves four times?

AUGUST: The wife did it.

Listen, people--

She had the eyes of a killer.

Or maybe it was his sons.

I mean, after all, Hastings made them work for a living.

Maybe, but I think it was Colonel Mustard in the library

with the candlestick.

Blam!

Case is solved.

Richardson brought a couple of clean shirts

with him in his briefcase.

He had a bad case of the sweats, but he handled it pretty well,

don't you think?

Yeah, like a pro.

Look, uh, Richardson's up to his ears.

You're not going anywhere on this John Doe thing, are you?

Why don't you come on as secondaries

in the Hastings case?

Oh, well, um, believe it or not, captain,

our John Doe turns out to have been a real human being.

With a real life.

Yeah, but I mean, this thing is big.

The world is watching.

You know, this could be a big publicity thing for the two

of you.

The wife IDed the body.

She had to be sedated.

MAC: Yeah, Cragmeyer's doing a check

on the victim's history now trying to find

out why the FBI had him listed.

FBI had him listed?

Mm-hmm.

Turns out John Doe's real name is Gerald Klein,

and like everyone else, he comes from somewhere.

Only his somewhere seems to have gotten him killed.

OK.

Well, do what you think is right.

Mac.

Yeah.

Our man Larry?

They think they just found him in an alley shot

through the head.

Well, that's not Larry.

Nope.

Check this out.

Small caliber.

Smart money says it's the same weapon used on Kline.

So our killer sees a trench coat, thinks it's Larry.

The old guy here is using it as a blanket,

pulls it up over his head, ah, bingo, bullet hole.

Killer shoots him.

Then he pulls back the coat, realizes

he popped the wrong guy.

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

McDonald.

Right.

OK.

We're on it.

August, someone matching Larry's description

just robbed a liquor store and stole a car.

Guys.

[police siren]

There he is.

Dispatch, this is 1-william-13.

The suspect is heading west on Lorhard.

Maybe I was wrong, August.

About what?

Well, if Larry here makes it to the freeway,

we might just make the evening news yet.

Yeah.

Yeah!

[tires skidding]

[police siren]

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

Show me your hands!

Put your hands on the window.

Now!

Get out of the car.

Out of the car!

On the ground.

On the ground face down. Face down!

Face down! Extend your arms.

Extend your arms!

The way I figured, I get away clean,

I'm flying outta here tonight, right?

On the other hand, worst case scenario.

You guys nail me, charge me up the kazoo,

and I'm off the streets for a long, long time.

That's what all this was about?

Staying off the streets?

Yeah.

Off the streets means I'm staying alive.

All right, Larry, let's try this one more time, all right?

The coat you're wearing now is almost identical to the coat

that we found on the old man.

Now, how do you explain that?

This is my protective coat.

Aliens can't see me when I wear this coat.

MAC: And how many of these protective coats do you have?

Four.

Well, five with the one you guys have

once you give me that back.

Right.

Now, Larry, did it ever dawn on you that the killer was

identifying you by the coat?

Better him than the aliens, you know?

MAC: OK.

Larry, the night John was killed you were there, weren't you?

I'm everywhere, and I'm nowhere.

You know what I mean?

Larry, were you there or not?

Um, OK.

I think I'm done unless you have some more questions.

I'm through with him.

OK, great.

Thanks for coming in, Larry.

See you.

Release me?

No, no, no.

I ripped off a liquor store.

I stole a car.

I made you guys chase me.

MAC: Well, uh, you've heard of the public defense counsel?

They put a bail money for the indigent,

so we'll see you on the 31st for your hearing.

(STUTTERING) Promise me I'll do time,

and I'll tell you what I know.

You have our word.

John knew something was coming.

He talked about it day and night.

He said they find him, they kill him.

Well, tell us exactly what you saw, Larry.

I had a bottle, vintage wine.

John was getting spooked, so he left the village.

John never drank, so I figured I'd go to where

he was crashing, right?

You know, this way, I could finish the bottle myself,

you know?

There was this guy there.

He was standing over John with a gun.

He-- he shot him in the head.

And then he saw me, and so I ran, and then he came after me.

I ducked in in the sewers.

I never meant for the old man to get hurt.

I gave him my coat.

He was shivering to death out there.

I went and got him some more food,

and I came back to give it to him, he was already dead.

This guy.

Do you think you could describe him to our sketch artist?

Are aliens hidden in Area 51?

Uh, is the pope Catholic?

I'll take that as a yes?

WOMAN (ON TV): Leland Hastings, a true city

father to Los Angeles, was laid to rest this morning.

Paying their respects were many of this city's top dignitaries,

many of whom owed their political lives

to Hastings's support--

Tom Mahoney.

Pardon?

Mahoney killed Hastings.

Hell, he's trying to unseat the mayor, right?

And the mayor is part of Hastings's political machine,

right?

Mahoney hasn't a prayer unless Hastings is out of the way.

Unless Hastings knew where the crash UFOs were and had to be

silenced by the government.

Larry, why don't you just pay attention to the drawing, OK?

You know, he's starting to get on my nerve.

We're-- we're done.

What?

It's either him or him.

MAC: August, I know that face.

Which one?

That's Manuel Vasquez.

Where's the mug book?

Over there.

Here, look.

Same guy, right?

AUGUST: Bingo. - What is he?

CIA?

Project Blue Book?

When I was 15, that's the first time I saw a UFO.

Drove me straight to a liquor store.

Now, John was an abductee.

He lost time.

They took him up and beat him, but he got away.

He wasn't supposed to, but he did,

and he was on borrowed time.

But he was scared, and he knew they were coming, and they did.

No, really.

John said one day he was in Long Beach,

and two days later, he's in LA.

That's time jump.

You know, I've heard of that sort of thing happening.

Larry, are you certain this is the man you saw shoot John?

Vasquez is an MIB.

(WHISPERING) Men in Black.

You're not gonna start that again, are you?

I'm just telling you what it is.

So you know the score, so get me

somewhere with three squares a day and a new name, would you?

Uh, excuse us one second, Larry, all right?

Listen, I'm a little concerned about his credibility,

you know, with this UFO alien thing.

(MOCKINGLY) No.

All right, all right, so our witness has a downside,

but I'm willing to run with it, all right?

Let's just leave out the part about the alien invasion when

we speak to the captain, OK?

OK.

Sir, this isn't a question of public relations.

This is a homicide investigation.

I'm gonna release any information

I think is necessary to catch Hastings's killer.

Well, I understand your concern, sir,

but my responsibility is to the people of the city of Los

Angeles, and so is yours.

Well, you do what you have to do,

and I'll do whatever I think is necessary.

Excuse me, I've got another call.

MAC: Media hounding you, sir?

Yeah, and before that, the mayor's office.

They're scared the world will discover

that Leland Hastings had himself a little problem with the nose

candy. - Ah, yes.

Elections are coming.

You got it.

Uh, speaking of jobs, captain, we think we've

IDed the shooter on our case.

Yeah, Manuel Vasquez.

Professional hit man.

He's been up on charges before, but the DA's never

been able to make it stick.

Cragmeyer's looking at CW right now.

That's the company that Gerald Klein worked for.

Good.

Good.

What you got for us, Cragmeyer?

Well, it looks like your basic high level

money laundering operation.

Gerald Klein was handling accounts for charities

worldwide at the Florida office.

Now, you'll never guess who's the head of CW.

I don't know, Humpty Dumpty.

I'm not in the mood for this, Cragmeyer.

Does the name Bobby Cole mean anything to you?

Our Bobby Cole?

The one and only.

The Teflon crime lord.

The man we'd all like to see fry.

Well, it turns out about six months ago,

Gerald Klein realized that the charities were being used

to launder drug money, so he pays a little visit

to the Department of Justice, offers

his testimony through the witness relocation program.

Knowing that he's never gonna see his mother again,

he travels down to Long Beach for a visit,

disappears on route.

What happened with CW?

The IRS ceased all their holdings,

but CW's lawyers are ready to go to court

to have the moneys released.

The feds needed Gerald Klein.

Without him, they got no case.

They can't tie Bobby Cole with the money laundering.

So Klein faces off against Bobby Cole.

Very commendable.

Not very bright.

If we get Vasquez, we get a shot at Bobby Cole.

Right.

Klein's wife said he disappeared about two months ago.

That still doesn't explain how he ended up on Skid Row.

Well, maybe Larry was right. He was abducted.

- What? - No, no.

Not by aliens.

By Cole's guys.

Where are you going with this?

Remember Larry said that Klein arrived in Long Beach,

then there was a time jump.

Two days later, he pops up in LA, doesn't remember a thing.

Yeah.

Samantha mentioned the cerebral tissue

damage in Kline's autopsy.

Right, and Smith said that he was kinda slow.

Possible brain damage.

Cole's guys get a hold of him, beat

him up, maybe to get information out

of him before they kill him.

Klein somehow gets away, doesn't call the cops or his wife.

Perhaps he didn't remember anything.

Listen, why don't you check with Samantha, huh?

No, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me do that.

See, you still haven't learned how to talk to this woman.

Now, you understand all we're asking for is a phone

call if someone sees him?

I'll get these up.

Paul, if you or any of you people spot this guy,

don't even look at him funny.

He's a stone cold killer.

Well, since Nam, there's not much that scares me.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You too, huh?

Well, you handled it a lot better than I did.

I spent the better part of my 20s and 30s trying to shake it,

you know?

Yeah, well, I still have my moments.

We figured being cops, it's coffee and donuts, right?

Thanks.

They're from the day old bakery,

but personally, I find a little chewiness really

adds something.

I think you're right.

You know, when I found myself hanging with these people

down here, I came to learn that they had lost everything.

I mean, their homes, their wives, their children.

They have nothing to look forward to ever again.

Well, you seem to be giving them something though.

No, but see, now, that's different.

I mean, I'm one of them.

You guys aren't.

So?

When you found John, we thought

we knew what was gonna happen.

See, everybody thinks that when they die,

there's gonna be people around them

that care about them, like it's their last touch

with the world.

See, that doesn't happen with people like us.

You treated John like a human being.

When you took his dead seriously,

that made a big difference with everybody out here.

Wow!

The car's never been that clean before.

What should we give them?

20? - Cool.

Cool.

Give me a 10.

I didn't bring any money.

You know, you're the rich guy.

How come I always end up paying?

Well, that's why I'm rich.

Let me tell you something.

Guys, guys.

It's on the house, gentlemen.

The man with the long coat, where is he?

I don't know.

Hey!

I think you're lying to me.

I don't know!

Oh! - Where is he?

Ah!

I don't know!

Oh!

Ah!

VINNIE: Never really was much of a fighter.

Dirtbag was asking about Larry.

You get a good look at him, Vinnie?

Yeah.

That's him.

You may not believe this, but, uh, we've

got a pretty good life there in the village, Paul

and the others.

You've gotta get this guy.

We'll get him.

Is there anything we can get for you, Vinnie?

Just him.

We'll do our best.

The captain bumped me, took the briefing himself.

Probably your hair.

MAN (ON TV): --live to city of [inaudible] Hastings

press conference, Captain Robert Jensen.

CAPTAIN JENSEN (ON TV): The autopsy

reports indicate that Leland Hastings had a severe problem

with cocaine abuse.

REPORTERS (ON TV): Captain!

CAPTAIN JENSEN (ON TV): Yes?

He think I was getting too much TV time, or what?

I mean, the heat is really, really

on over this autopsy report.

MAC: Yep.

Certain high places did not want it to go public.

You know hoe they always kill the messenger.

You're saying Jensen is trying to protect me?

Something like that, yeah.

MAC: It was either that, or the hair.

CAPTAIN JENSEN (ON TV): Well, I've

[inaudible] detectives to the case,

and they're going to investigate all the leads.

[phone ringing]

That's your line, August.

Yeah, Brooks here.

REPORTERS (ON TV): Captain!

Sir!

REPORTER (ON TV): Do you see a political upheaval arising

from Leland Hastings's death?

Absolutely not. AUGUST: What?

CAPTAIN JENSEN (ON TV): Let me make it perfectly clear,

people.

This is not a drug--

Yeah, right.

Right.

Thanks a lot.

Vasquez was spotted by black and white at the homeless village.

He fled on foot, he grabbed the first thing he could,

so now he's in a big wig taking out everything in his path.

He's headed eastbound on the 10 near Normandy.

Ooh, that doesn't sound good.

Well, desperate measures call for extreme actions, huh?

What are you doing?

Dispatch, this is Detective McDonald.

I'm gonna need a chopper.

A chopper.

[music playing]

[helicopter]

[police siren]

[tires skidding]

Who am I partnered with this week, huh?

Batman, Superman, the Human Fly?

[crash]

[honking]

[police siren]

Ah, yes.

Nice landing, Mac.

Very nice.

9.75 at least.

Mac?

Mac?

I'm talking to you, baby.

An overpass.

[honking]

Yes.

Be careful, pal.

Be careful.

[tires skidding]

[tires screeching]

[laughing]

Dispatch, this is 1-william-13.

We got civilians down at mile mark 9.

I need firetrucks and RAs out here on the double.

WOMAN (ON RADIO): Roger, 1-william-13, firemen

and [inaudible] on the--

[crash]

[tires skidding]

[crash]

[tires skidding]

[crash]

[tires screeching]

[grunting]

[chuckling]

Yeah!

[footsteps]

[gunshots]

Stop the truck right now!

Do it!

[car engine]

[crushing gravel]

Now get out of the truck.

Easy does it.

I have money.

I could care less about your money.

It's Cole I want.

Now, get down.

You do not understand.

I talk and I end up damaged and dead, just like Klein.

Get your hands up.

Stop!

[police siren]

Well, it looks like Cole got both our victims.

Yeah, it looks that way.

Gerald Klein died trying to stop the monster.

Hastings died because he got involved

with the monster's drugs.

We almost had him, Mac.

Our suspect is a cocaine dealer

who works the adult strip on Santa Monica Boulevard.

We believe there was a dispute between him

and Mr. Hastings over money.

REPORTERS (ON TV): Sir!

I still think there's something more to this, August.

You don't think Larry was right, do you?

Tom Mahoney killed Hastings?

Mahoney?

He's clean as a whistle.

REPORTER (ON TV): What about the prostitute?

She came forth with information,

which led to the arrest.

REPORTERS (ON TV): Sir!

Detective!

REPORTER (ON TV): Was Leland Hastings a customer of hers?

Yes. REPORTERS (ON TV): Sir!

Detective! - Uh, uh, captain!

They're gonna show the Vasquez pursuit.

Yeah, captain, every news station in the city

was out there.

Sorry, you guys were bumped.

What?

We were bumped?

Yeah.

Guess it just wasn't your 15 minutes.

[music playing]

I hate it when we're bumped.

What?

It's probably your hair.

[music playing]

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