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(coins rattling)

(machine buzzing) (bills slapping)

(suspenseful music)

(scissors snipping)

(suspenseful music)

- Catherine, do me a favor and keep an eye on my station.

And shut it down when it's finished.

Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

Hey. - Hey.

Jill, you're late, it's 11:30.

- It's 11:15.

You set your watch fast, didn't you?

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, you can let me out here.

(suspenseful music)

(sighs) Okay.

- Wait a second.

Good luck, baby.

- I'll see you in a few.

(car door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

This is a robbery!

I want everybody down!

I want everybody on the ground!

Now!

You too, Captain Kirk!

Hey, either everybody's down or everybody's dead!

Let's go!

Slide that gun over nicely.

Stay down!

(dramatic music)

Throw it in the bag.

- I, I just opened up my window.

I don't have any cash.

- Well then, you better get some, get going!

What are you looking at?

Back up!

Come on, hurry up.

Turn away.

Hurry up, you got 10 seconds or I put one in your brain.

Hey, get down!

Back off!

Come on!

Turn away!

What are you looking at?

Stay down!

Come on.

Back off!

(suspenseful music)

All right, all right, come on, close it up.

That's enough.

Woman, move it, move it!

(suspenseful music)

Well, you're all very lucky

because you get to wake up tomorrow.

Have a nice day.

(suspenseful music)

(car door slamming)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

- [Man] Hey, hey!

No!

No, please!

(garbage crashing)

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

- Hey, hey, hey!

Whoa!

(Jeff laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(water splashing)

- Jill, we did it!

(Jill squeals) (Jeff laughs)

(lips smacking)

It worked.

It was perfect.

I went in there, and I could hear my heart pounding.

It was such a rush.

Mm. (lips smacking)

- That's great, but let's talk about it in the car

'cause we gotta get outta here.

- Okay.

I was in that Hyundai in three seconds flat.

I had it hotwired in five, and then I don't know.

I just, I hit the wave.

I was in the zone, you know what I mean?

Here I was robbing a bank, and I felt, I don't know.

Serene.

- You were great.

- We were great.

Hey, you wanna see? (laughs)

Come on, I'm gonna buy you a ritzy lunch.

- Shouldn't we get that stuff home first?

- No, I wanna feel what it's like to lay down cash

for a $100 meal, just like the yuppies.

- Honey, they don't call 'em yuppies anymore.

- Oh, whatever they call 'em.

The point is they can afford to live the life

that I want for us.

So come on, you pick anything.

Morton's?

(loud blasting) (Jill gasping)

- What was that?

(suspenseful music)

- It's dye.

They planted it.

They ruined it.

Son of a bitch!

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering) (camera clicking)

(phone ringing)

- Hi, I'm Tom Lasalle, FBI.

Can you tell me if the surveillance camera was working?

- Always. - Okay, good.

We're gonna need that video.

Now, can you describe this guy for me?

- He, he was um...

I'm sorry, my teeth always chatter when I'm scared.

- Just take your time, and I'll help you out here.

Was he short, tall?

- Tall.

Over six feet.

He, uh...

A nice build.

He had on sunglasses and a Cubs hat.

- And a fake beard.

- Fake?

How do you know the beard was fake?

- My eight-year-old son just played Abe Lincoln

at Stevenson Elementary,

and his beard was a lot better than this guy's.

- Okay, I want you both to take a look in this book

and tell me if you can identify the weapon

that he was using.

Thank you.

- At least our guy's a Cubs fan.

- This guys a bully and an amateur.

- Yeah, all it takes is one guy like this

to give all bank robbers a bad name.

- Not to mention Cubs fans.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

- It's worthless, every single bill.

- Honey, forget about it.

Let's just enjoy our dinner.

- Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry.

That's good-looking steak.

- Filet mignon.

- [Jeff] Can we afford that?

- After the next bank, we can afford anything.

- I should have been more careful.

I should have been watching better.

- Honey, it's, you know what?

It's a learning process.

It's like my chem lab.

You gotta work it out till you find the right formula.

It's all trial and error.

Here, I got you a present.

- Hey.

(laughs) Hey, look at that.

- I love you.

- I love you.

(lips smacking)

- It was fun, wasn't it?

- It was great.

- Ah, you got it.

- I got it.

- So how's work?

- Oh, it's all right.

I got a wacko robbing banks in a disguise.

Wears a fake beard and a hat like yours actually.

- Don't let Shaughnessy tell you how to run the case.

He's a horse's ass!

Woke me up last week, some bull.

- Pop, Pop.

Shaughnessy's dead, you're retired,

and I'm not working the job anymore.

I'm with the Feds, remember?

- Yeah, yes, I know that!

Don't talk to me like I'm some brewer.

- Okay.

- What'd you get?

- Stuffed deep dish from Muno's.

- Mushrooms, you remember?

- Absolutely, and anchovies.

- Good boy.

So wear's a fake beard, huh?

I had a guy like that once, wore a hippie wig too.

- Yeah, what happened?

- Damned if I remember.

(horn honking)

(Jill exhaling softly)

(distant dog barking)

(Jill exhaling)

- Jill come to bed.

- No, I can't, I have too much energy.

I've gotta work it off.

I checked the street guide.

There are 11 branch banks in Chicago near an expressway.

There's no need to hit the same municipality twice.

You know what else?

We're too conspicuous.

We need to get one of those, what do you call it?

Utility vehicles.

We also need to get two getaway cars.

It'll just double our ability

to lose the police if they're on a trail.

- Okay, I can steal two cars.

- You know that sharpshooting badge got in the Marines?

Are you still good enough to take a surveillance camera?

- A Marine is always ready.

- Great, then all I need to worry about is the silent alarm.

- Honey, can we do this tomorrow?

I really think you need to take a break.

- No, Jeff, I'm on a roll.

I can feel my blood running through my veins.

- Exactly, you need some sleep.

- No, I can't sleep until I nail this.

- Nail, what? - The silent alarm!

Damn it, Jeff, pay attention!

Honey, go keep my side of the bed warm, okay.

(Jill exhaling loudly)

(phone ringing)

(gunshots blasting) (people screaming)

- All right, listen up!

This is a police scanner.

So if any one of you decides to press a silent alarm,

I will hear about it on this.

And when I do, I'm gonna start shooting.

Fill up that bag.

(woman screams)

Shut up, shut up or you'll never scream again.

You understand?

I am watching you, suspender man.

What are you thinking about, move!

You listen to me, you slip a dye packet in that bag,

and you're gonna be in the obit section

of the Trib tomorrow.

Don't you eyeball me!

Turn away!

Come on!

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Hurry up, that's enough!

Turn away!

You count to 100.

(suspenseful music)

(shoes clacking)

I knew it.

(tires screeching)

(laughs) I'm telling you, it was clockwork.

Total clockwork.

You are a genius!

- Yes I am, but do you love me?

- Yeah, I love you, Jill.

I love you for your spirit.

I love you for your soul.

I love you for your will.

(objects banging)

(sultry rock music)

- I'd say you got a pretty favorable evaluation.

With one area of exception, bureau communications.

- Communications?

- It's a diverse organization, Tom.

There's a certain methodology you have to follow.

You've gotta talk the talk to get where you want to get.

- Well sir, it's a pretty Byzantine system

that wastes a lot of time that could be spent

doing other things like, I don't know, fighting crime.

With all due respects, sir.

- Let me put it another way.

This ain't the Chicago police.

It's the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

That implies a certain formal structure and tradition

that you can either accept or reject.

Unfortunately, if you choose the latter,

you'll have a very short career.

You know what a blue flamer is?

- No, sir, I can't say that I do.

- It's one of those byzantine FBI terms.

It's used to describe an ambitious agent

whose career takes off like a rocket.

They can either soar to the top or crash and burn.

- Point taken, sir.

Thank you.

(detective groans)

- What was that all about?

- Space travel. - Excuse me?

- You know where I come from,

having been on the Chicago force is a plus.

Here it's a debit, what is that?

- Hey wait up, I've got news.

- What?

- The guy with the beard and the cap

just robbed another bank.

Guess what?

Not only did he shoot out the surveillance cameras,

but he brought a police scanner this time.

- Police scanner? - Yep.

What do you think?

- I think he went from being dangerous and dumb

to dangerous and smart.

(people chattering)

- Can you come take a look at this, Jill?

It's not working.

- Did you load your standards?

- Put them both in the outside lanes, just like you said.

- Let me see.

Oh, here's your problem.

You didn't pour the gel right.

See, if the cross linkings too high,

then the proteins can't penetrate.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Hey. - Hey.

- What's wrong? - Nothing, I was early.

I thought I'd stop by.

This place always makes me feel so in awe.

- Of what?

- Oh, science, of you.

Hey, I flunked chemistry.

I never could figure it out.

It always looked like fun though.

- It is.

You know, I could teach you.

- Really? - Really.

- Thanks for staying to help out.

- Oh, no problem.

You remember my husband Jeff.

- Of course, how are you?

- Good. - Still a policeman?

- No, I'm in business for myself now.

- Really, what?

- Honey, we're gonna be late.

- Some other time, Jeff.

Nice seeing you again.

Oh, Jill.

The state evaluation committee confirmed for next Friday.

The way your work is going.

I think the department's a shoe in for that grant.

- Really?

- Your wife has a first-class mind.

- Don't I know it.

- See you tomorrow.

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(tires rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(car door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(car door slams)

(siren wailing)

(footsteps thudding)

(tires screeching)

(footsteps thudding)

(thrilling music)

- Hey, bearded wonder strikes again.

Local cops in pursuit, and our guys on foot.

- How far from here? - Two miles.

You wanna give it a shot?

- Let's do it.

(thrilling music)

(Jeff grunts)

(sirens wailing)

(hand bangs)

(Jeff mutters)

(siren wailing)

(Jeff grunting) (door cracking)

(siren wailing)

(cop shouting)

♪ Brown hair, wicked smile ♪

♪ She knows how to weave ♪

♪ One look is all it takes ♪

♪ To bring him to his knees ♪

♪ Put your quarter on the table, slide it into her slot ♪

♪ She'll make you watch the show, baby ready or not ♪

(tires screeching)

- What do you got?

- Well, he came down here and he disappeared.

- You lost him?

(thrilling music)

(hard rock music)

♪ When she gets you in her sights ♪

♪ Your imagination runs wild ♪

♪ Put your quarter on the table, slide it in her slot ♪

♪ She'll make you watch the show, baby ready or not ♪

♪ She's got everyone's attention ♪

♪ She could go all night ♪

♪ She's got all the right ♪

♪ Dimensions ♪

(skateboards clanking)

(suspenseful music)

(hard rock music)

- Excuse me, did you see a guy come through here

with a beard and a Cubs cap?

- Yeah, seen him and Harry Kerry came through here

looking for Ernie Banks.

- Okay, you wanna ditch the attitude?

We got an armed psychotic running amuck as we speak.

Can you help me?

- Hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't see anybody like that.

- Thank you.

♪ She could go all night ♪

♪ She's got ♪

(pedestrians chattering)

- He's long gone, Tommy.

- Damn it!

Well, those dancers seem nice.

Maybe I'll go talk to them for a while.

(somber music)

(Jeff panting)

(footsteps pattering)

- What happened, where's the car?

- A tire went flat.

I had to run for it.

Ooh, I almost bought it.

- God, are you all right?

(Jeff laughs)

What, what is it?

- I'm just thinking, baby.

They can't touch us.

We're just too good.

Hey, it's all for you.

- How much? - I don't know.

I didn't have time to count it.

- [Jill] Oh my God.

- But we are on our way, baby doll!

(Jill squeals) (Jeff laughs)

- Well, it looks like being in business

for yourself agrees with you.

- Yeah. - Come here.

(lips smacking)

Wow, oh my God.

Look at all this money.

- Ooh, look at this, a little more.

Oh, hey, just a little more.

Oh, there's a little more. (Jill squeals)

Oh, and there's just a little more, hey!

(Jill squeals)

- Can we afford diamonds?

- Yes, we can.

- Can we afford furs?

- Yes, we can.

- Can we afford... - Yes, we can.

- We can? - Yes.

- Yes, yes, we can? - Yes, we can.

Yes, we can.

Hey, yes, we can, hey!

Yes, we can.

Yes, we...

(children chattering) (dog barking)

- So my parents are going through divorce proceedings,

and my sister decides that she'll take me to this bar.

And she leaves me alone with this guy,

just a real jerk who eventually loses interest in me.

And he leaves me alone.

So now I'm sitting there by myself.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I'm on the verge of tears, and it's my birthday.

- Jill, that's so sad.

- She was like this little wounded bird.

So fragile.

So beautiful.

- Jeff was watching the whole time.

- Well, but I didn't want to just bust in, you know.

Only now she's alone and she's looking so sad.

So I get up the courage, and I go over and I sit down.

- You know what he says?

Nothing. (laughs)

He just walks over and takes me in his arms.

This total stranger just takes me in his arms.

And that's where I've been ever since.

- Oh.

(lips smacking)

(dog barking)

- So what'd you do after the Marines, Jeff?

- Oh, this and that.

I was a police officer for a while.

- Really? - Yeah.

But I didn't have the personality.

You know, I'd stop somebody for a routine traffic violation

and I felt like I was harassing him, you know.

I never had the heart to give the guy a ticket.

I guess I always had a problem with authority.

So when I became the authority, I felt like a hypocrite.

- So now you own a bookstore?

It's a pretty tough business, isn't it?

- It can be, yeah.

Hey, the chicken's almost done.

Jill, why don't you give Ed and Debbie some more wine?

- Okay.

- None for me, thanks.

Doctor's orders.

- What's it like?

- Not drinking?

Boring.

- Being pregnant.

- Well, aside from feeling like someone's

stepping on your kidney, it's pretty great.

- Jill, I think Ed would like some more wine.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Here you go.

- Hey Ed, take a look at these babies.

- [Ed] Pretty nice.

- [Jeff] Yeah, you gotta have some toys.

(dog barking)

- You know, I read somewhere the other day

that these big chain bookstores

are killing off all the independents.

- Well, we deal mainly in used books and periodicals,

so it's not a problem.

I've got some money put away.

Inheritance.

It's kind of hard to talk about though, you know?

- Yeah.

Well, hey, welcome to the neighborhood.

I think you're gonna like it here.

- Already do.

Well, here's to finally having a house of our own.

(glasses clinking)

Oh, I'm sorry, Jill!

Are they okay?

- Traffic along Michigan Avenue is slow this morning

due to repairs on a broken water main in Downtown Chicago.

A spokesman for the construction firm

predicts the work will continue through the weekend.

- [TV Announcer] Protesters are expected in Daly Plaza

this afternoon following last night's city council decision

to delay action on proposals for increased safety patrols

in the Cabrini Green housing project.

- We're still a few months away from baseball season,

but at least one Cubs fan is already showing the colors.

The bank robber dubbed The Bearded Bandit struck yesterday

for the fifth time.

On all five occasions, he has sported, what else?

A Cubs baseball cap.

- Well, Brenda, at least we know his heart's

in the right place.

- That it is.

- You're an idiot, Phil. - Coming up next on WXTW,

Chicago 8, we'll be going...

- What are we drinking today, Captain?

- [Father] I'll have the usual.

Bring the kid a root beer.

- Yeah, right.

You got a dark ale, Pat?

- Big shot.

- Pop, you said you had a guy once

used a beard in a bank heist?

- Why are you asking?

You writing a book on my exploits?

- This guy, my guy, he's knocking over banks like crazy.

Now he's becoming a celebrity.

He's making me look very bad.

I don't know, I just thought you might be able

to tell me something I could use.

- A long time ago, Tommy, but I can tell you this.

Bank robbers are a different breed.

- In what way?

- Think about it.

Your average burglar works in the middle of the night.

White collar guys do it with paper,

both quiet like and behind the scenes.

But bank robbers, they like the show.

The customers as the audience.

The beard and the wig?

The costume, it's a bust-out line of work.

- They want attention.

- They want respect publicly.

They want to be feared and admired all at once.

- Well, what about the cap?

Why that one?

- Like anybody else, he just wants to belong.

There's something everybody looks up to.

Only with him, it means even more.

- That's amazing, Pop.

You come in here, you get down with your cronies.

It's like your sharp as the old days.

- Yeah, that last rain really did a number on your roof.

- Yeah, how bad?

- Take a look.

It's been leaking for a long time.

A lot of those joists are almost rotted through.

- Well, can I get away without a new roof?

- Well, the problem is,

even if I flash it and do some patches...

- It'll just get worse.

- Oh, excuse me.

I give up, I have looked everywhere

and there is no Dylan Thomas.

- I'll check the reference guide.

- You mean you don't know if you have it?

- No, I'm not a walking computer, lady.

I'm just a working stiff unlike you.

So just relax and I'll look the damn thing up.

- Don't bother.

- You know, none of my business, pal,

but I think you gotta work on your bedside manner.

- The deductible on this policy is so big,

I gotta practically pay for a whole new roof myself.

(sighs) Insurance companies are the criminals.

I'll tell you that.

Corporations, the IRS.

I mean, think about it.

What is the difference between us and them, huh?

I mean, really?

Jill what's the matter?

- Just one of my phases.

It'll pass, like always.

But Jeff, we're gonna have to start robbing bigger banks

or more of them.

- [Jeff] What do you mean?

- I mean, after every job we think we have it

made in the shade, but we don't.

We have a mortgage now, a new business.

- [Jeff] Well, we'll just have to score bigger, I guess.

- That's what I'm saying.

We'll have to.

And then we'll have to continue to have to, forever.

- Whoa, honey, hang on.

This is natural.

We're just trying to figure out the little irregularities.

- Not so little.

- Sure they are.

Hey, it's like you told me, it's trial and error.

We can make this work, Jill.

(fingers snapping)

I know what'll make you feel better.

Come on, let's get you're coat.

There we go.

(thrilling music)

(motorcycle engine humming)

(gunshots blasting) (glass shattering)

- Whoa!

- (laughs) Feel better?

- A little bit!

- You just need a good night's sleep,

and you'll be your old self again.

- Yeah, who was that?

- Beautiful lonely girl in a bar who turned into my wife.

(gunshots blasting) (glass shattering)

- I guess we're pretty lucky.

- Yeah, I guess we are.

We're getting by on our own terms, Jill.

That's what this country's all about, isn't it?

The individual making it?

- We're robbing banks, Jeff.

- Yeah, 'cause I got fired by some stupid bureaucracy

when we were $19,000 in debt.

We weren't meant to live like monks, Jill.

Besides nobody's getting hurt.

Money's insured by bigger criminals than we are.

No big deal.

- You know that night in the bar when I first met you,

you know what I was thinking about

right before you walked in?

I was thinking about how to kill myself.

(thrilling music)

You saved my life.

(thrilling music)

(vault clanks)

- There you go, that wasn't so hard.

Well, you know what?

You wasted too much of my time!

- Please.

(Jeff laughs)

- Relax.

When I'm gone, you can take the rest of the day

off to celebrate.

You're not dead.

Fill up that bag.

Get going.

- [Officer] Crime lab, I'll get it for ya.

(radio chatter)

- Let me see. - It's not.

- No? - Well, it's...

Well, that looks like it.

- This one? - Yeah.

It's, I can't be sure, but it's pretty close.

I really lost my composure in there.

I just thought I'd be cooler in a situation like that.

He was ready to shoot.

It was no bluff.

- How do you know?

- His eyes.

- You said he was wearing shades.

How did you see his eyes?

- Well, I couldn't.

I felt them.

- Okay, thank you.

- Tom. - Yo.

- We may have the getaway car.

- Let's get outta here.

- [Officer] Clear!

(radio chatter)

- [Tom] Okay, thanks.

- [Man] Actually it was the guy that came around there.

- Wow, it's all jacked up.

- No prints.

- Well, he's been meticulous about wearing his gloves.

- Are you with the FBI?

- That's correct.

- What can you tell us about the search

for the Bearded Bandit?

- That a thorough and vigorous investigation is underway.

- Has his popularity hindered that investigation at all?

- Look, he's popular to the media.

To us, he's a thug who carries a gun.

Then he sticks it in people's faces and steals their money.

Then he drives around like a maniac through their streets

in broad daylight endangering even more lives.

You made him into a hero.

Is that a hindrance?

No, not really.

It's just a pain in the ass.

- Thank you.

- Okay, there's one security guy.

He looks about 16.

I bet his gun's not even real.

Did you study this floor plan?

- [Jeff] Twice, Jill, and relax.

- Yeah, I will, after we have the money.

Now, you know the off ramp is four blocks to the east,

but the merging lane is really short now

because of road work.

That thing you stole have pickup?

- It's fine, I tested it.

- Would you put that new toy down for one minute

and just look at me?

This is not about guns, this is about banks.

- I know that honey, but without the gun,

there's no bank, right?

- Right, okay, time to go.

- Jill, are you all right?

- Fine, you ready?

(suspenseful music)

The parking is lousy, there's a self parking lot

across the street.

- I got it, Jill.

I got it.

- What's the matter?

- Well, I'm a little worried about you.

I mean, you're wired for sound.

- Don't worry about me, just worry about you.

I'm fine.

- All right, I'll see you at the off ramp.

- Norris West.

- West, right.

(car door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(car door slams) (engine revs)

(engine revs)

(suspenseful music)

(workers chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(horn honking)

- [Jill] Jeff!

- [Jeff] What is it, what's the matter?

- I just remembered that the Norris East ramp

is closed because of construction.

You have to use the west ramp.

- Jill, we already agreed on the west ramp

because of the construction, remember?

- Wait, what, what are you doing?

- [Jeff] I'm taking us home.

- I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong.

I screwed this whole thing up.

What's happening to me?

- I don't know, baby, but it's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna take care of you.

(tool buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

(siren wailing)

(Jeff groans)

(sighs) Oh God.

(dog barking)

(door creaking)

(dog barking)

Jill, what are you doing?

- Oh, hi, I just, I meant to get the car washed earlier,

but I got busy, I didn't have a chance to do it.

And then I just couldn't sleep.

So I was just thinking about how dirty this car was.

So I just thought I'd come out here,

and I'd just get it done real...

- Jill, stop.

- Do you think I'm going crazy?

- No.

- Then what is it?

- I don't know, honey.

But we're gonna find out, I promise you.

(dog barking)

- Manic depression is a treatable illness,

but it needs to be managed correctly.

I'd like to start you on some medication, Jill.

On an inpatient basis.

- You mean in the hospital?

- Yes.

You see, it usually takes a while

to work out the right dosage.

That's better monitored on the premises.

You're close to being in a crisis state.

So I think that the structure we can offer you here,

along with the observation and the counseling

would be very beneficial.

- How long?

- Three or four weeks.

We'll monitor the progress and take it from there.

- What about my work at the lab?

- You're on the verge of a breakdown, Jill.

You need to think about yourself.

(phone ringing)

- What about Jeff?

- He can visit.

I don't necessarily think it's a good idea

for him to visit every day though.

- Why not?

- Any illness like this requires a certain amount

of self-examination and understanding.

And that's always better done away

from the family or spouse.

It's for the best, Jeff.

Really.

- Yeah, I get it.

- So are there any other stresses

or problems we haven't talked about?

- I can't think of any.

Jill?

- No.

- Well, I can admit you today.

Most policies provide up to 30 days, so you should be fine.

- Doesn't matter, money is no object.

Whatever it takes to make Jill better.

We're doing real well, and I can't think of a better way

to spend the money, doctor.

- Good.

- What I don't get is the guy who

robbed the first bank was a cowboy,

a bust-out impulse freak.

But each robbery since then has been

more carefully thought out than the one before.

- That's what I've been telling you.

They're copycats, smarter ones.

- Nah, I don't know if I buy that.

- What makes you so sure that it isn't?

- There's been no activity for the last three weeks.

If they were copycats, they'd be out there working.

You gonna eat those fries?

- Oh, they were cold 10 minutes ago.

- Excuse me.

Can we get another order of fries and a Greek salad?

Thanks.

What?

Salad's healthy.

- Tom, you passed healthy about 11 o'clock.

- Yeah, well, that's genetic.

(partner laughs)

Anyhow, each of the recent robberies

has taken place on a Monday.

I think that's key.

- What, you have a hunch?

- Go with me on this.

Barber shops are closed on Mondays, right?

- You think he's a hairdresser?

- No, not necessarily.

I'm just saying that I think Monday's his day off.

- Oh, that really narrows the field.

He robs banks.

What makes you so sure that he's got a job?

- He blends in somehow.

Seriously, we should check out all the businesses

that are closed on Mondays.

Barber shops, restaurants, theaters.

You got a better idea?

- No, maybe you've got something.

- I'll tell you something else, I think it's a team.

- A team. - Yeah.

- Why?

- Gets away too easily.

He's definitely got someone driving for him.

Besides, this guy's a peacock.

You know, loves to show off.

A partner would appreciate his efforts.

- Like I appreciate yours.

- Right.

You think this looks like me?

This cute guy with the badge?

- No, he's got more hair.

(dog barking)

(suspenseful music)

(water splashing)

(footsteps thudding)

- Sir, visiting hours ended at nine.

- Well, I just wanna see my wife.

- Well, maybe you can come back tomorrow.

- Look, I pay through the nose for her care, okay?

I work late, I want to see her now.

- Sir, think of your wife, it's almost midnight.

She's asleep.

- Jill hasn't fallen asleep before dawn in five years.

That's why she's in here.

(somber music)

She looks so peaceful.

Could you see that she gets these in the morning?

Tell her I love her.

Thank you.

(birds chirping)

- Hi, baby!

- Hey!

(Jill squealing) (lips smacking)

- God, I missed you!

I don't think I've been away from you

for a whole week before.

- Are you doing all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, everybody's really nice here.

It's just, I'm afraid, Jeff.

- Afraid of what?

- Dr. Anspach doesn't think I should see you

until I get outta here.

She thinks I have some kind of dependence thing on you.

I keep telling everybody it's not dependence.

It's love.

- Well, what do you mean everybody?

- We have these group therapy sessions.

Everybody shares their problems.

Everybody has an opinion.

And my group thinks that you

have some kind of control over me.

- Wait a minute, you're sitting around

with a bunch of strangers talking about our lives?

- Well, that's what this place is all about.

If I don't talk about my problems then I never get...

Oh honey, I would never say anything about that.

- Well, who knows what you'd say?

They might put you under hypnosis or something.

- You're right.

I should leave.

Besides, that chem lab's probably just

falling apart without me.

- No, you can't leave, Jill.

It's helping you.

The other night when I saw you sleeping,

it was so beautiful.

- Hmm, I am rested.

Never felt like this before.

- Well, then you have to stay.

- No, it's no good.

Dr. Anspach says I've been holding back on my feelings.

And I realize now that I have been.

I'll never be able to let go in here, Jeff.

So what's the point?

I have the medication, that's what's helping.

It's time for you and me to get back to our lives.

(thrilling music)

- Okay, I'll meet you at the river point.

You all right?

- Better than ever.

(thrilling music)

It's okay.

Good luck, I love you.

- I love you. (lips smacking)

(thrilling music)

(radio chatter)

- What happened to Lanford?

I thought we were on Lanford.

- We were, it changes to Oak.

- I will never get this straight.

- I guarantee you'll have this all down cold

by the time you start working dispatch.

It's just...

Uh oh.

Expired plates on that Mazda.

You get to witness the actual issuing of a ticket.

Excited?

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

This guy's either stupid or spooked.

Wait here.

(radio chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(woman squeals)

(rifle blasting) (window shattering)

- Back up, back up, get us outta here!

(rifle blasting)

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(rifle blasting) (officer groaning)

(woman screaming) (rifle blasting)

(dog barking)

(thrilling music)

Hello?

Hello, somebody please help us, please!

Officer down.

Please, somebody help us.

Please.

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

(boat horn honking)

(Jeff groans)

(Jeff panting)

(water splashing)

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(water splashing)

(suspenseful music)

(water splashing)

- Jeff!

Jeff!

Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- What is it, what happened?

Huh?

Damn it, Jeff.

Will you tell me what the hell happened?

- I shot a cop.

- Oh my Good.

Did you kill him?

- I don't know.

- Why? - Because I had to.

- But why?

- Why do you think, Jill?

It was him or me, he pulled a gun on me.

What the hell was I supposed to do, huh?

Get shot, surrender?

Would you rather be attending my funeral?

- How can you say that?

- How can you accuse me? - I am not accusing you!

I am trying to find out what happened!

(Jeff panting)

- I'm sorry, baby.

I screwed up big time.

Oh, please forgive me.

- It's okay, okay, there's nothing to forgive, honey.

You're here with me, you're fine.

Let's go get in the car, Jeff.

Come on, get in the car.

We gotta get outta here.

- Okay, we haven't been able to interview Officer Dixon.

He's still in critical condition,

but the dispatcher trainee who was riding along

said the guy just stepped out of his vehicle

and opened up on him with an assault rifle.

- You think he's your guy?

- Well, the ride along gave us a pretty good description.

Big guy, over six feet, bushy beard, wearing a Cubs cap.

Oh, then there's this.

This was found in an abandoned Mazda

not far from the shooting.

We're working on finding out who

manufactures this particular brand of fake beard

and who distributes it in the Chicago area.

- What about prints?

- No, nothing usable yet.

- Okay, here's a list of all the cars he's

stolen that we know about.

He seems to use Japanese cars exclusively.

So let's get going on a list of all the ones

that have been stolen in the area in the last year.

And make sure that all the officers in your departments

are alert to any vehicle that looks abandoned

or suspicious in any way.

(phones ringing)

Okay, ballistics.

Thank you.

He seems to be primarily using a shotgun.

Although some of our witnesses have seen .38 caliber

and nine millimeter handguns as well.

And now he's sporting an assault rifle.

So clearly this guy is some sort of gun freak

with the arsenal to prove it.

So let's check out all the gun shows and all the gun shops,

particularly the ones that are closed on Mondays.

It's just a hunch I'm working on.

- Jeff?

I need to know.

Were you shooting to kill?

- I'm a moral person.

I'd put my values up against anybody.

I'm not some...

(sighs) Some what, some CEO who

gives himself a 30 million salary

and runs his company into bankruptcy.

I'm not some tobacco executive selling poison to teenagers.

- I know that, but...

- I mean, have I ever given you any reason to doubt

that I'm a caring person or that I'm devoted to you?

- No.

- Or even that I would kill for you?

- I never wanted that.

- [Jeff] Well, neither did I.

- Are you sure?

- I don't know.

- Jeff, don't pull away from me.

I need you now.

- (sighs) I need to take a walk.

(door creaking)

(fork clangs)

(woman shouting)

- What's the matter with you today, kid?

You hardly said a word during lunch.

- You guys yacking away like you do, who could talk?

- Nah, that ain't it.

- My bank robber's still knocking 'em over.

He shot a cop last time.

This guy's gonna kill someone, Pop.

I can feel it.

I can't let that happen.

- Sometimes you can't help it.

- Sometimes you can, you always managed.

- Almost always.

All it took was one bullet.

The night I caught mine,

I thought it was all over, but I lucked out.

- Lucked out?

You retired 10 years too early, and your pension sucks.

- Yeah well, we're still going to lunch every Wednesday.

Cheer up, kid!

(soft rock music)

(computer keys clicking)

- Jill?

♪ And I believe that you'll always be there ♪

♪ To take care of me ♪

♪ Shine down on me ♪

(Jill groans)

♪ Shine down on me ♪

- Honey, I need to talk.

I crossed the line the other day.

And even as I was firing at him, I knew it.

It scared me, but at the same time,

it was the ultimate control.

- I know.

- You do?

- Yeah.

That's why next time I'm going in with you.

- What are you talking about?

- No more getaway driver.

We are full partners from here on in.

- Oh no, Jill.

That's crazy.

- No, Jeff, it's the only way.

It's like you said, you crossed a line,

and there's no going back.

You asked me the other day

if I would rather attend your funeral.

And the truth is I could never do that.

So where you go, I go.

It's that simple.

(rifle blasting)

- All right, any one of you moves and all of you die.

Is that clear?

Come on, let's go, finish up!

Come on, next one!

You, kiss the ground!

Get down, turn away.

(whistles) Hey!

What are you doing?

Get away from there, get down!

(loud banging)

Hey, hey.

What's going on back there?

Get up, get up, get up.

(woman whimpers)

You stay in my sight or I'll shoot your eye

out the back of your head.

You stay right there!

- [Woman] Oh God.

(thrilling music)

- Okay, look away.

Stay down!

Okay.

All right, you, get up.

Let's go.

Look down, turn away!

Look away.

(dramatic whooshing)

- Oh! - Here, come here.

Feel your heart.

- Oh God, it's pounding, is yours?

- No, it's all routine for me by now.

But you sure know you're alive when

your heart's beating like that.

Hey, you were awesome.

- Oh no, my hands were shaking.

I dropped the money.

- Yeah, but you picked it right back up again.

All $18,000.

- Oh, $18,000, ah!

- Whoo!

(both laughing)

- We've got a pretty good consensus on the second guy.

- Second guy, as in partner?

- You're bound to be right some of the time.

So he's early to mid-20s.

He's 5'6-ish.

He's not as beefed up as the original.

He's got the same kind of fake beard though.

Same shades and another diehard Cubby fan.

But, best of all, we have home movies.

- Who's?

- Film student from Northwestern.

He never goes anywhere without his trusted camera.

- Wow.

Let's hope he knows how to use it.

(high-pitched tape scratching)

(suspenseful music)

(phone keys beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hey, this guy's partner is a woman.

- Tom?

- I've been watching the tape, the way they move.

The way they relate.

The way the big one puts his hand

on the other one's lower back and kind of guides him around.

- So?

- So guys don't do that with each other, Sylvia.

- Okay, that's great, Tom.

You show me in the morning,

and I promise I'll be much more interested then.

(phone beeps)

- You, hey!

Let's go, get up!

- This is Jake Hepburn and Tracy Rheinstahl.

Affectionately known as Hepburn and Tracy.

They knocked over a half dozen convenience stores

back in '88.

- How tall is Tracy? - 5'10.

- Our lady's shorter.

- Placido Gonzalez and Cece Vega.

Convicted of grand theft auto.

She did two years, he did four.

- He's too beefy.

- Yeah, but he's tall enough.

He could have lost weight in prison, and she's 5'8.

- She's so buxom.

- Sir, Agent Lasalle's becoming personally involved here.

(cops laughing)

- Well, she would be hard to mistake for a teenage boy.

All the same though,

I want you to talk to them both, just in case.

They're the last known team on the list.

Okay, thanks everybody.

Nice work.

- I can never tell if he loves me or hates my guts.

- My guess, a little of both.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps thudding)

(fountain splashing)

- Aren't you freezing?

- No, I'm all right.

You stop taking your medicine?

- You know what's so interesting about not sleeping?

You start to dream while you're awake.

- About what?

- I dream that we're on this other planet,

and the atmosphere is really thick.

Like the sequencing gels I use in the lab,

but when the light strikes it from behind,

it's so beautiful, you can't resist it.

So we just, we sit on lawn chairs,

and we just stare at the sky endlessly.

And then other times I dream that we have a baby.

- Well, that one we can make come true.

- Will we?

- Yeah.

I'd like that.

Jill, on the next job,

I don't want you to go with me into the bank.

I want you to go back to driving the car.

- Why, you said I did a great job?

- And you did,

but you've been a bit strung out lately.

And I don't think it's safe for you to go in

that wired, you know?

- Are we still a team?

- Forever.

(somber music)

(static buzzing) (phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

- Hello?

I'll be right there.

Pop?

Pop, you all right?

- He's looking for a showdown.

- Who is?

- It don't matter to him if he dies.

As long as he makes a scene doing it.

Controlling his destiny and everyone else's.

- Pop, what are you talking about?

- The bank guy.

I saw him on the news.

In bango, 1970.

My dead, bearded, fake hippie perp comes to mind

as vivid as yesterday.

- You brought that guy down?

- We had him cornered.

There's no way out.

He knew it.

He could have waved a white flag and done some jail time.

But it's as if he imagined the headlines after his death,

and he just started shooting.

He had an arsenal on him.

He even tossed a grenade.

By the time I finally hit him, he killed my partner.

A rookie.

And wounded three others, it was awful.

And that bastard was still breathing when I got to him,

and he laughed at me, Tommy.

It was as if he'd won somehow.

He died with that grin on his face.

- My guys going out in a blaze of glory.

- That's what these guys think.

- Oh man.

- But the truth is, no one cares.

No one remembers who they are.

It's a lousy two minutes of fame, and there's no glory.

(car door slams)

- Okay, all set.

- You wanna try to get the other car tonight?

- No, tomorrow.

I'm tired.

- You think it'll be all right

to leave it here for two days?

- Yeah, who's gonna bother a beat up old Toyota?

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(men shouting)

- She's nagging, I'm just a peaceful man!

Wait a minute, listen, officer, listen!

I'm just a peaceful man, and she's always provoking me!

(water splashing) (woman laughing)

- That's for all of you jerks!

- Get him in the car!

- I hope they put you up under the jail

and burn that sucker down!

- Lady, shut the window or you're going to jail.

- Oh, yeah right, big man!

Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep!

Oh, I'm so terrified!

Oh, I'm scared of you!

- Reminds me of my second wife.

- I thought you were still married to her.

- I am.

Look at that.

- [Cop] Why would somebody cover up their steering column

with a towel?

- Let's run a make on that.

- Yeah.

(phone ringing)

- Lasalle here.

Leave it right where it is.

(phone beeping)

(suspenseful music)

There you go. - Good.

Okay, I got another one for you.

- [Tom] Great.

- They say the universe is expanding, right?

- [Tom] Right.

- So my question is what's it expanding into?

I mean, what's bigger than the universe?

- Maybe there's this giant void around it.

- Well, well, a void would still have to be the universe.

I mean, isn't the universe by definition, everything?

- You know what, I didn't read that book.

- Well, they just throw these terms around.

Drives me crazy.

- All I know is we're caught in a void

created by a mean ass couple.

And I personally cannot wait for their universe

to expand into our laps.

- Well, on a more basic note, the Celebrity Deli now has a

Bearded Bandit special sandwich.

- No, really?

- [Partner] Yep.

- God, I hate that.

- Now this is an '82 Cheval Blanc

from the Saint Emilion region near Bordeaux, France.

Now they say that 1982 was the best wine year

of the century, and this and the Mouton Rothschild

are the best of the '82s.

Which means they are barely good enough for you.

(glasses clinking)

- How do you know so much about wine?

- Well, I decided it's time for a little class.

So I've been reading back issues

of Wine Spectator Magazine.

(both laughing)

Mm.

- You know what I want?

I wanna have three kids,

and I wanna have 'em all right away.

- Three kids right away?

- Mm-hmm.

I have this theory.

It's three kids that make a family

because you gotta have more kids than parents.

(lips smacking) - That sounds dangerous.

- It is dangerous, that's the point.

When the kids outnumber the parents,

that's when we find out what we're really made of.

I think that kids will make us a real family.

That's my dream.

- Then that's what we'll do.

We'll make a family.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

(engine humming)

- Think he's coming.

- Yeah, we got him.

- Okay, we'll go when he's inside the Toyota.

- I should be there by noon easy.

Why don't you find us a good spot for lunch?

Maybe by the lake.

Okay, gorgeous?

- Yeah, the lake would be good.

(car door slams)

- Okay, he's making his move.

On my command.

- Be careful.

I love you.

- So what do you think, is that the guy from the video?

- No way, but let's nail him anyhow.

- Go.

(thrilling music)

(tires screeching) Put your hands up!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Hands up!

- Hey, hey. - Out of the car!

- Hey, what is this?

- Out of the car, you're under arrest.

- Oh, come on. - Shut up.

Put your hands up there, spread your legs.

- Hey, hey, easy. - Spread 'em!

- Go, Jill!

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

- Grab his hands!

- Driving!

- All right, turn around. - She's on the move.

- Get on the ground, face down!

Hands behind your head.

Good.

Be right there.

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(woman screams)

- What's the matter with you?

(tires screeching)

(thrilling music)

(siren wailing)

- This is FBI, 012414.

- [Dispatcher] Go ahead, FBI.

- We've got an armed and dangerous suspect.

We need some marked units for felony car stop.

(sirens wailing)

Suspect is heading south onto Irving Park Road.

Turning west onto Wise.

Subject is a White female driving a green Jeep Cherokee.

(tires screeching)

- Okay, see if you can talk to her on the speaker.

(thrilling music)

(gunshot blasting) (glass shattering)

You okay? - Yeah.

(gunshots blasting)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing) (tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot blasting) (window shattering)

(gunshots blasting)

(tires screeching)

(car crashing) (window busting)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(thrilling music)

- Ma'am, turn off your engine.

Step outta your vehicle with your hands in plain sight.

(suspenseful music)

Anything else will be considered an act of aggression.

Ma'am, please step out.

We don't want anyone to get hurt.

(dramatic music)

No chance for escape.

We don't want anyone to get hurt.

Please, you'll make things worse, now come on.

We have no intention of harming you

if you just step out of the car.

(thrilling music)

- How come no one's saying anything?

(gunshot blasting)

What was that noise?

What the hell is happening out there?

What did they do to her, huh?

What did they do?

- Mr. Erickson, I'm Agent Lasalle.

This is Agent Whitmeyer.

We'd like to talk to about...

- Where's Jill?

- We've been able to put together a great deal of evidence.

We can place you at the scene where the officer

was shot for starters.

We can also... - What happened to Jill?

- [Tom] We can connect you to three separate.

- Just tell me where my wife is!

- I'm sorry to tell you.

Your wife is dead.

(dramatic music)

- She was just trying to get away.

- We know that, believe me.

We tried.

- Why didn't you kill me instead, you bastards!

Why didn't you just kill me too?

Oh!

Oh God.

Jill.

- We didn't kill her, Jeff.

- Oh, yes you did.

I was a cop once.

I know how it was.

- You weren't a cop for long

'cause you didn't know how it works.

And you weren't out there with us.

We didn't kill her!

We didn't want to kill anybody.

She killed herself.

- No.

No, no! (cries)

(Jeff cries loudly)

- We're gonna leave you alone for a few minutes.

You hungry, you want some coffee or food or anything?

Okay, we'll see you in a bit.

- Can I see her?

(phone rings)

Oh, she's beautiful, isn't she?

It's strange to see her so still.

She used to have so much trouble getting to sleep.

And we were gonna have a baby.

(somber music)

(Jeff cries)

- Okay, okay.

Let's go.

- I don't know.

I mean, it's pretty hard to tell without the beard.

I mean, do you think you could get them to say something?

- Sure.

(hand knocks)

- You got 10 seconds, or I put a bullet in your brain.

- [Man] You got 10 seconds,

or I'll put a bullet in your brain.

- You got 10 seconds, or I'll put a bullet in your brain.

You got 10 seconds, or I'll put a bullet in your brain!

(thrilling music)

(woman groans)

- Harry, I thought you were retired.

- Not till I get the cabin built.

So how's the captain?

- Ah, he's still kicking.

Still busting my chops.

- Ah, good for him.

That old man of yours is a real piece of work.

Sure taught me some things.

- Yeah, me too.

- You two testifying?

- All the way.

- Stick it to him.

- See you, Harry.

(footsteps thudding)

- [Lawyer] So what you're saying, Officer Dixon,

is that you are unable to identify Mr. Erickson

as the man who shot you during a routine traffic stop

on November 4th of last year.

- The man who shot me was wearing a fake beard,

sunglasses and a baseball cap.

- I understand that perfectly well, Officer Dixon.

Let me put this to you simply.

Can you positively identify Jeff Erickson

as the man who shot you?

- I cannot positively identify Mr. Erickson,

but I can give you a good... - Thank you, officer.

- What's in that frame?

- Photo of his wife.

- Now agent, Whitmeyer, will you tell the jury

what, if anything, was unusual about the bullets

that were recovered from Officer Dixon's wounds

and from the body of his squad car?

- The ballistic tests on the bullets prove

that their striations, their fingerprints,

if you will, match those retrieved from the walls

and the security cameras of a bank we believe

was robbed by Mr. Erickson and his wife, Jill.

At the time of his arrest,

we recovered a Ruger Mini-14 rifle that we then ascertained

was the same weapon that fired all the bullets.

- [Judge] Court is recessed until

nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

(gavel bangs)

- Thanks.

- Agent Lasalle, are you married?

- No. - How come?

- I don't wanna... - How come?

- I haven't found the right girl.

- I did.

Tomorrow's our anniversary.

It would've been 10 years.

I just wish I could be with her, you know?

(hand pats)

- [Man] Yeah, I did.

(somber music)

- How'd it go in court today?

- I don't know, it's weird.

This guy sits there paying no attention at his own trial.

He just daydreams or stares at that damn picture

of his wife or me.

- Or you, what's that about?

- I don't know, he's trying to psych me out

maybe or connect.

I mean, he told me that tomorrow was gonna

be their 10th anniversary.

- You wanna send him a card, what?

- I know, I know, it's crazy.

I mean, I hated this guy's guts the entire time I

was tracking him.

It's just, he talks about her, he's so broken up.

- Tom, it's an act.

He's just a thug, period.

You gotta let it go.

You did good work in this case, but now it's over.

You won.

Time to relax, get some rest.

- The chase lasted approximately 15 minutes.

It speeds up to 100 miles an hour.

- And during the course of this chase,

gunfire was exchanged?

- That's correct.

- Now Agent Lasalle, at any time did you believe

that Mrs. Erickson's actions were offensive

rather than defensive?

- Absolutely.

We pulled up next to the Jeep Cherokee so Agent Whitmeyer,

who was seated in the passenger seat, could speak to her.

At that point, Mrs. Erickson aimed her pistol

and fired straight at our windshield.

- Did you shoot back?

- No, we did not.

Eventually she came to a stop in a cul-de-sac

and turned around to face us.

Nothing happened for a long time.

We asked her several times to step out.

- But she didn't do that.

- [Tom] No, she did not.

- Why?

- She was...

When we opened the driver's side door,

we found Mrs. Erickson's body.

It appeared at the time and was later confirmed

by the medical examiner that the bullet wound

to her right temple was self-inflicted.

(fist slams) - Liar!

You murdered her in cold blood!

Jill would never have left me alone.

She loved me, we were like one person.

(gavel bangs) - Counselor.

Please keep your client under control.

- You ran her down like a dog and you shot her!

Admit it, come on, admit it!

(gavel bangs) - All right, that's enough.

Marshals, please escort Mr. Erickson out of the courtroom.

See counsel for both sides in my chambers now.

Court is recessed until nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

(gavel bangs) - Liar, liar!

(footsteps thudding) (door buzzing)

- Got room for one more?

- Yeah, it's no problem.

- You folks through already?

- Defendant blew a fuse.

Court's recessed until tomorrow.

- See you then. - See you, Eric.

(handcuffs rattling softly)

(handcuffs rattling softly)

(door buzzes)

- Ah, damn. - What's the matter?

- Van's not here.

Just hold on a minute, let me see if I can find it.

(elevator door thuds)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Hey!

(men shouting)

- Look out!

(gunshots blasting)

(thrilling music)

(gunshot blasting)

(guard groans)

(thrilling music)

(gunshot blasts) (Jeff groans)

(Jeff groans)

(footsteps thudding)

- Put it down, Jeff!

You won, you took a lot of people out!

Now just put it down!

(thrilling music)

Don't.

(gunshot blasts) (body thuds)

(footsteps thudding)

In a blaze of glory.

(somber music)

(people chattering)

Harry Belluomini, a security guard

and former Chicago police officer, and Roy Frakes,

a deputy United States Marshal,

were killed in the line of duty.

How Jeff Erickson obtained a handcuff key

is still a matter of investigation.

However, such keys, which fit almost all brands

of handcuffs, are readily available.

(thrilling music)

(dramatic music)

(bright music)