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Dr. Mason, report to observation deck.

Dr. Mason.

- I have to go.

Felicia, you know what to do.

Talk with no one.

No one but General Jameson and the Chief of Staff.

Contact him through my daughter.

Here is her address.

The microdot under your scalp contains

all the information on my work here on the island.

It must not fall into the wrong hands.

Trust no one.

- Yes, doctor.

What about you?

- I am about to witness the culmination of my lifelong work.

A major triumph, isn't it?

- I'm sorry.

-So am I.

- Good luck, doctor.

- You too.

- Ah, Dr. Mason.

Good of you to drop by.

Where's that beautiful assistant of yours?

- She is in the control room.

- I want her here.

I'm rather fond of her.

- Mr. Santa Massino, since you called me

away from the control room,

someone must be in charge of the tests.

If you want to call all of this off, perhaps I can arrange

for her to come up and sit in your lap.

- Your tongue is much too sharp for your own good, doctor.

- Tatoupo, are the prisoners tied securely?

Ah?

- Yeah.

- It's a success, doctor.

Congratulations.

- My invention is for weather control.

It will eliminate droughts in the world.

It was meant to help man, not to harm him.

How can I be happy?

- That's your problem.

As for me, I couldn't be more delighted.

What is it?

- Someone's left the complex, sir.

- Find out who it is immediately.

- We know, sir. - Who?

- Felicia Roberts, Dr. Mason's assistant.

Stop her!

She must not leave here!

- There's one other thing, sir.

- What?

- There's been a fire in Dr. Mason's office.

All of the files were destroyed.

- Get the girl.

- Yes, sir.

- That damn bitch has the plan!

Doesn't she, doctor?

After all I've done for you.

Finance.

Experiment.

Given you all the money you want.

Why, doctor?

- Perhaps I had a twinge of conscience left.

- An unfortunate twinge.

We'll get the data from you, doctor.

Tatoupo, the doctor wants your special treatment.

Make it painful until he begs you to listen.

- You're too late.

- He's dead.

Hey, mon.

- Yeah?

- You looking for something?

- Yeah, I guess I got lost.

- Hey-

I do something for you, ah?

You want girls?

Come on.

I show you girls.

- There's only one reason for this class, gentlemen.

That's to teach you how to survive in the street.

The name of the game is save your ass.

Okay, you three, come and get me.

All right, now first find a corner.

Keep everything in front of you at least leg length.

You can use a corner as a springboard

for a quick offensive counter-attack.

Remember to defend all vital parts of the body.

Any opening can lead to an immediate counter-attack.

Any weapon available should be used

in a jabbing motion only.

No roundhouse kicks or careless swing

that will lead to an immediate opening.

You guys OKHY?

All right.

Okay, class dismissed.

- Mr. Ash, you're incredible.

- Thanks, partner.

But I can guarantee you one thing.

There's got to be a better way to make a living.

- I'll go along with that.

Say, Captain Gallagher would like to see you

up in the office soon as you get a chance.

- Okay, let me take a quick shower

and I'll be right with you.

- The officer's name was Tobbias.

He was in Reno to check out a mob boss

by the name of Joe Santa Massino,

sometimes known as The Pig.

- The Pig?

- You know him?

- Only by reputation.

- Well, it's spreading.

He used to be content in prostitution.

Quite an organization going throughout the nation.

He decided to move up in status.

- Well, three big cheers for The Pig, Captain.

- Yeah, he was beginning to get delusions of grandeur.

Got associated with a Dr. Robert Mason.

A very esteemed scientist.

He sold out.

- Why'd he do that?

- Well, wife had cancer, his daughter was sick.

Mason needed the money and Santa Massino had it.

- Everybody's gotta make a living, Captain.

- It's a shame.

He was brilliant.

— Was?

- Dead.

Let's get into the pictures.

- The hole is very big.

The man had to have large hands.

Plus, it's a very neat job.

Has to be done by an expert.

- So we check out all martial art experts in Nevada.

- All Haitian martial artists.

- Educate me.

- Okay-

The man who did this job was wearing a ring

on the little finger of his left hand.

- And that makes him Haitian?

- Okay, stay with me, Tom.

- The gash is from left to right.

It makes the killer left-handed.

- Good.

- Look at this scrape and the beginning of a small welt.

The neck has been scraped by a ring.

It caught Tobbias first.

- Why Haitian?

- Look at the finger imprints on the neck.

The ring was on the little finger.

- Left-handed.

- Right.

- Why Haitian?

- The Pilu cult of Haiti wears a little ring

on the little finger of the left hand.

Okay?

This is a tribal tradition.

- Doesn't give us much to go on.

"Yes?"

Of course, Mr. Verde, I have to bomb.

Yes, I don't care if you hear it differently.

Ihaveit.

The only thing is the price.

30 million.

That's what I'm asking.

Yes?

Yes.

All right.

But I can't.

Not until next week.

Yes, your country will get the bomb.

Goodbye.

That Roberts girl, why didn't you grab her at the airport?

I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what...

- Don't know.

That's always the answer I get!

Are you sure she's on the plane?

- Yes, sir.

- Much better.

Ah.

Sheila?

Would you like to go to LA?

- Sure!

What are we gonna do there?

Have fun.

With Roberts.

- Mason came up with something called a freeze bomb.

Kills by instant cold.

Everything within its radius approaches absolute zero.

- What's the catch?

- International blackmail, perhaps more.

- That's heavy stuff.

- The UN is involved in this one, John.

General Jameson is in charge of operation.

- Now that's real heavy stuff, Captain.

- Our intelligence reports

that the bomb was tested successfully.

- Now, Mason was killed and we don't know why.

But his assistant, Felicia Roberts,

escaped with all of Mason's data.

And Santa Massino wants it awfully bad.

And she is somewhere, but God knows where.

- And Santa Massino?

- In Reno, and we're still trying to nab him.

- And who's gonna do the nabbing?

I don't know how the world you talk me

into these things, Captain.

I'll be back from Reno in a couple of days, okay?

- Hey, baby, what's the assignment all about?

- None of your business.

- If you can't trust me, who can your trust?

- Oh come on, don't be so serious.

You know I'm just kidding you.

- How can you mix health juices

and then put a beer on top of it?

- You mean to tell me you don't know what this is?

Malt liquor, black man's beer,

and champagne all mixed in one?

- Malt liquor, huh?

- Yeah, take a little taste of that stuff.

Do you remember my grandpa?

Ash?

Yeah?

Well, I'll tell you what.

He used to drink at least one of these per day.

He was one of the healthiest cats I knew.

Until he died.

- Yeah, he died.

-At 107, though.

- How did it affect his stamina?

- Let me show you.

- Baby, I love you so much.

- I love you too.

- You will be careful, won't you?

- I got to.

- I don't think I can make it without you.

- Oh come on.

Well let me see if you can make it with me now.

- All right.

Who sent you, sucker?

Fuck you, asshole!

- Who sent you?

You want to be a smart ass, huh?

Smart ass?

Come over here.

- What do, you've gotta outta your...

What are you doing?

You're outta your fuckin' mind!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, man!

What are you doin'?

- Now, who sent you, sucker?

Come on, talk to me!

- Wait, man, The Pig sent me!

- The Pig?

Who's the Pig, where's the Pig?

- Reno, man!

They're in Reno!

Hey!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

- Hang in there, baby.

- Hey, hey man!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Hey, man!

- Are you all right, love?

Look, I'm gonna take you home, okay?

I don't want you to come back

near this place while I'm gone.

You know you're something else.

- Take care of yourself, John.

- Welcome to the meetin', brotha.

- Yeah.

- Hello, IJ!

How are you?

- Fine, Lee.

How you doin', man?

Long time, no see.

Yeah.

You know, it's nice working together again.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

Say, tell me, how's our friend, The Pig?

- He still stinks!

Yeah, right.

I tell you, I'll meet you at his place

first thing in the morning, okay?

- You're on.

- Bye.

- Come on in, honey.

My girls are all very good.

Don't be bashful.

They're very nice.

- Hi, I'm Elaine.

- Rosemary.

- Hi, my name is Dawn.

- I'm Asia.

- Gail.

- Christine.

- Rusty.

- Raven.

♪ For now we're just good friends ♪

♪ We're nothing more than friends ♪

- Well, honey, what would you like?

-Hmm.

This all depends on what this will buy me.

- Oh, that'|| buy you the works.

' Hey!

- Hey, you're not supposed to be here.

- I'm sorry, man.

I didn't know, okay?

- Escort you out.

- All right.

- Hey, black turkey!

All right, get him this time!

- Hey, you're lookin' great, |J!

- Damn, well it's about time!

- Hold on a minute!

Where's The Pig?

Show us The Pig!

At the lake, at the lake, at the lake!

The lake, at the lack!

At the lake!

- Freeze!

- Freeze!

- The Pig, is he at the house?

Where is he?

Fast.

That's the first bath they've taken all month.

We could get busted for pollution.

At least we found out the Pig's in LA, huh?

Yeah.

Look at this city.

You like it, huh, Sheila?

It's all right.

- It's the armpit of the world.

- It stinks.

- It's all right.

- If the girl hadn't got away,

we wouldn't have to come here.

- We'll get her.

- We didn't get her at Mason's daughter's house.

How come, huh?

What am I saying this to you?

What happened to Mason's daughter?

She's been taken care of, sir.

- I want Felicia Roberts.

Do you hear me, Tatoupo?

All right then.

- Has Maria be notified we're coming?

- That's where we're staying, sir,

with all of your fancy whores.

Yes?

- Hello, I'm looking for Joan Mason.

Yes.

-Joan?

Mason?

Yes, I'm her.

Won't you come in?

- Thank you.

- You must be Felicia Roberts.

- Yes, that's right.

- I'm so glad you found me.

Oh, please sit down.

- Thank you.

- Would you like something to drink?

- Oh, a cup of tea would be nice.

- All right.

- Quite a tan you have there.

- Oh, thank you.

- Where did you get it?

- I spent a lot of time in Palm Springs.

- Oh, really?

That's odd, with a beach being so nearby.

-Yes, well, um

I like the desert.

Excuse me.

- General Jameson, please.

One moment, ma'am.

General Jameson's office.

- Yes, is the general in?

No, he's not in the office.

Can I help you?

- When will he be back?

I have no idea.

He's in Los Angeles on business.

- Oh, well I'm in Los Angeles too.

Yes?

- Well, it's very important that I speak with the General.

My name is Felicia Roberts and...

Ma'am, what's this concern?

- Well, it's um.

It's just very important that I speak with him.

You might try.

Captain Gallagher of the LAPD.

He's working with the General and is in contact with him.

- Captain Gallagher?

All right, thank you.

Is there any number

or address the General can reach you at?

- No, I'm sorry.

I'll just have to try him again later.

Okay.

- Thank you.

- Don't make a scene, okay?

- You all right, man?

Hey, man.

- We don't know how they got to her, John.

We trying figure it out.

But what we do know is it's the same guy that got Tobbais.

The wound's identical, right down to the ring welt.

Poor girl, she was defenseless.

- There's no doubt.

He's in Los Angeles.

- Yeah, but it's a lousy break.

- I won't stand for it!

There is no excuse.

That girl should never have gotten away.

And Ash still alive cost us too many men.

Sheila.

Soothe me, Sheila.

- Mr. Verde is here to see you.

- Send him in.

Oh, Mr. Verde.

How do you do?

- Very well, thank you.

- Please sit down.

How did your trip go?

- Very good.

It's a little hot.

- So, then.

The only obstacle between the two of us

and a deal seems to be on the financial end.

- Hey, I thought we had that all settled.

- Oh, no.

I accepted your bid for the bomb.

But I must be honest with you.

Other countries have offered more.

- $30 million is nothing to snub your nose at,

Mr. Santa Massino,

especially from a small country like mine.

- I was offered 50 million already.

- By Whom?

- My dealings have been done in confidence, Mr. Verde,

and I cannot tell you the country's name,

but I can tell you this:

I prefer your politics to theirs.

- So you'll give the bomb to us?

- I will also say I'm a businessman, not a politician.

- And you don't care who gets the bomb.

-All I care is to have the money in my pocket,

plain and simple.

- My country will pay 50 million.

- Good.

Very good.

- Now I want proof of the bomb.

- I have to wait til all the other countries

submit their bids.

- That's not right.

- It's business.

- Then consider my offer withdrawn.

This is a lot of crap!

- Mr. Verde.

Don't be hasty.

Your country will get the bomb.

It just may not be exclusive now.

- We want it soon.

- I'll give you a call when the dealings are completed.

- Yeah.

- Marie.

I think we're gonna stay a little longer than we expected.

- So I can see.

Well, you own the place.

- Which reminds me, your new girls have such tiny tits.

- I'm sorry you don't like it.

I thought I was doing a pretty good job.

- Oh, you know you can do me a favor.

Tatoupu hasn't been functioning well lately.

He committed a major blunder.

I think he needs to get laid.

- None of my girls would touch him with a 10-foot pole.

Don't you spit in my place, ape!

Los Angeles Police Department.

- Captain Gallagher, please.

One moment, please.

- Captain Gallagher.

Yes, Captain, my name is Felicia Roberts.

- Felicia Roberts?

- Yes.

You know of me?

- Miss Roberts, we've been trying to locate you.

I really didn't know.

I'm sorry.

- Half of organized crime is after you, Miss Roberts.

It's our job to get you before they do.

You have access to very important information.

- Oh, then you know of me.

Almost everything.

- Find out where she is, Captain.

- Where are you?

- I'm at 182721st street in Santa Monica.

It's an old hotel.

You can't miss it.

Room 203.

- Very good.

182721st Street, Room 203, an old hotel.

Well, Detective Ash will be there in.

- About 30 minutes.

- 30 minutes.

So stay there and don't open the door to anyone else.

- All right.

Captain.

Yes?

- Uh.

Can you arrange for me to speak with General Jameson?

You'll talk with him this evening.

- Oh, thank God.

- All right?

Detective Ash is on his way right now.

So we'll see you soon.

All right.

Thank you, Captain.

- Goodbye.

- I'm gone, Captain.

Well, we finally got her, John.

- Not yet.

Hey, man, we'll be right up the street.

Miss Roberts, this is Lieutenant Ash.

Miss Roberts?

Miss Roberts?

Hit it!

- Felicia.

Felicia Roberts, my old friend.

You ran out in such a hurry last time,

we didn't get a chance to talk.

Do you want one?

- No, thank you.

- Mr. Santo Massino asked me to talk with you.

- I could have guessed.

- I'm just trying to save you some pain.

If you just tell me, where is the doctor's data?

- And you tell me where Joan Mason is.

- She's dead.

I don't want that to happen to you.

- Well, it will happen to me if I talk.

The Pig won't need me anymore, so of course I'll be killed.

- I'm just trying to save you the suffering.

Oh, god, if you knew how cruel The Pig was.

He'll torture you until you you'll beg for death.

Believe me, I know.

I've been through it.

Tell me.

Just tell me, Felicia.

Where is the data?

- Thanks for your concern, but no thanks.

- Then you'll see The Pig later.

- How many times I gotta tell you,

I gotta have something, some proof!

- All I want to see is that money.

- Mr. Santa Massmo, do you want me

to be carrying $50 million around

like it was a sack of potatoes?

- My friend, money talks, bullshit walks.

- We shouldn't conduct business like this.

- I conduct business this way.

- I'm sorry to see our dealings degenerate to this level.

- All I want is the money.

- When I see it... - Now, wait a minute!

You want me to be carrying $50 million dollars on me?

You know I'm not!

I think you're stalling!

I don't think you have Dr. Mason's bomb at all!

- I have the test.

It's a successful test.

- You tested the bomb, I know that.

But we also know a couple of other things.

We know that Dr. Mason is dead.

And we also know that his formula was hidden some place.

But that didn't bother us as long as you delivered.

But you have not delivered,

and my people are getting impatient!

- Dr. Mason's results are in this building!

- You've lied to me too many times before.

- I'm not lying to you now.

- Prove it to me.

- All right, you just wait and see.

I bring the plans to you.

But I want the money, you hear?

- You'll get all the money you want,

but this better not be another stall.

If you don't have that proof to me today.

You're out of the picture.

We'll get the bomb ourselves.

Quicker, cheaper, and without any of your incompetence.

- No one talks to me like this!

No one!

- Well I'm talking to you like this now.

If you want to see the 50 million, you better listen.

- Yeah?

Just wait and see.

Hello, Miss Roberts.

You are looking good.

It took us a little time to find you.

What did you do with Mason's formula?

And I need the information now.

I can't wait any longer.

Talk, bitch!

- There's no one in this room worth talking to.

- Smart.

Very smart answer.

Dr. Mason had the same problem.

And you know where it got him.

- Far away from you, and he's lucky for it!

Tatoupu

bring me the box.

Ah, he is hungry.

Once he bites your tit,

you'll have to cut his head off before he'll let go.

Such an energetic fellow.

You won't say nothing, but.

Come here now!

Talk!

He's hungry-

Talk.

One bite, and he'll make you flat-chested.

(Flaughs)

Talk!

Ah, such a weak baby.

She can't talk like that.

- Lee, it just doesn't add up.

The whole case makes no sense.

- You're too close to it, John, just too close.

- Maybe you're right.

There's a very funny smell in the air.

And all the stink's coming from The Pig.

- Operator?

Hello, operator?

- Captain Gallagher.

- Captain Gallagher, this is Felicia Roberts.

Where the hell are you?

- I'm in the desert somewhere, Palm Springs I think.

- Are you alone? - No.

Santa Massino is right outside.

They left me alone for a couple of minutes,

but I can't talk very long.

- Where in Palm Springs are you?

- I don't know.

Santa Massino's house, that's all I know.

Please come.

- Are you sure you're in Palm Springs?

- I'm in the desert, that's all I know.

I can't talk anymore.

I'm sorry.

- Miss Roberts?

- You.

I'll take you.

- Sure, honey, I'll take care of you.

- You wait a few more minutes.

- I'm sorry.

You left, and now you've come back.

I still have no proof!

- But I have the doctor's assistant with me in my office.

- You call me when you have the doctor's bomb, not before.

I've wasted enough time with you already.

' YOU!

Sit and wait!

And I'll get the plans for you.

- Felicia Roberts?

- Captain Gallagher?

- Yeah.

Are you sure?

- Well, reasonably sure.

Oh am I glad to see you.

You wouldn't believe what I've been through.

- Well, you can relax now,

because The Pig and his thugs are safely in custody.

- Thank God.

Bastards.

- Tell me, did they find out what they wanted to know?

- No.

- You're a strong little lady for not breaking.

Just for the record, where did you keep the information?

- Right here.

- What do you mean?

- It's an implanted microdot, under the skin.

- Very clever.

There's someone here who'd like to talk to you.

There's Gallagher car.

That makes him The Pig's boy.

- I just knew it.

It had to be either you, me, or Gallagher.

Those two main things happened

in the same place at the same time.

- What made Gallagher do it?

- What made Mason do it?

Money.

Money has strange appeal to people.

You know, I think we better get inside

and see what's happening.

Backup help should be here any time now.

- Gotcha.

All right, everybody freeze!

Keep quiet, don't move, you'll be all right.

Hold it!

- Stand up, stand up.

Turn around.

Sit down.

- Okay, partner.

You cover the room til backup help comes.

I'm gonna see if I can find The Pig and Gallagher.

- Gotcha.

- It's remarkably easy to get information

if you just use intelligence.

- And a new trick now and then.

- That's the key to it, Joe.

- Now, my dear, just lean back.

I should cut out your liver along with the microdot.

Hold Still!

That's it.

Don't move.

Just don't move.

Ah, at last.

Marie!

Send Verde in.

- Everybody freeze!

- I never expected to see you here, Captain.

- You've been dreaming like a fool, IJ.

- Stand up, stand up, get over there!

Come on, come on!

Guard them.

I'll go and look for Ash.

Here.

- TS-743, this is 125 Ash.

I'm on the tail of a silver Thunderbird

containing Joe Santa Massino.

Maintain contact and apprehend suspect.

Cops are standing by for you.

- Drop it!

- Move!

Okay, to the top, move it!

And then, of course,

comes the world's finest New Year's Eve party

at the Modern Station.

- Hold it!

Drop it!

I should blow your brains out.

- Go ahead.

Everybody's got to one day.

- Hey!