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Good afternoon, sir.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

My God, Kellen. You look like hell.

You like it?

It's the new look since
we've been on job action.

You guys going on strike?

There's talk of it.

Kellen, I have a big audition
at noon today,

so I can't stay very long.

Have you signed the divorce papers yet?

- Audition?
- Yeah.

What's the part?
The violated ex-wife?

Very funny.

Have you signed them?

Ron proposed.

His name is Don.

When's the big day?

In two weeks.

You're pregnant.

So the doctor says, "Oh no,
nurse, you got it all wrong!

I told you to slip off his spectacles!"

Rudy! How are you?

I'm aces, Leo.

- Hey!
- Hey.

Good to see you.

Hey, you and Bob should
have come to Florida,

talked to us there,
where it's friendly.

- Yeah, and warm too.

- Eddie!
Business has been good, huh?

- How's yours been, Leo?

- Tough, Eddie, like I
said in the communication.

As friends, we gotta be blunt.

Bob and me, uh, we got
stiffed on the deal.

The payments wasn't supposed
to quit after only five years.

We did the paper,
handled all the accounts.

Did everything
like we were supposed to.

I've worked on some numbers here.

One way to see it,

is like you boys built up some, uh,

some good investments
off our unpaid accounts,

Eddie! That marina in Orlando.

It's worth more than 10 times this!

Bill, you own a hotel or two.

Two million, for Bob and me each

is all we're asking.

- It's what you always wanted.

- Yes, it is.

- They're signed.

Make sure I get a copy
of the divorce decree.

- All right.

- Come here.

Oh, God.

I'm happy for you.

- Thanks, Kellen.

You're not taking care of yourself.

- I'm fine.

- I worry about you.

- Margot, I'm okay.

- Okay.

- Let me get that.

- No, this one's on me, okay?

Kellen, I have to go.

So, uh...

you take care, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

- Where's the merchandise

that you alluded to in your communique?

- Well, Bob is, uh...

Let's say, we can access
it when we have to.

- Access what?

- This, uh, this item.

Remember, you called

and wanted us to help
get rid of everything.

Well, we take everything
out to the incinerator,

except this particular item,

which we found.

The thing is,

if anything happens to Bob or me,

it follows like the night and day.

The goodies will get
into the wrong hands.

- How you got that figured?

- I'm a little loath to go into details.

- You're a little loath?
- Uh-uh.

- Those are very well chosen words.

You are a little loath, Leo.

Do you realize what one
does with little loathes?

Little Jack Horner.

- This will make you better.

Remember that he killed your father.

- Miss Paradis,
this MK-Ultra business,

that was 25 years ago.

There are no witnesses.

- Because the CIA won't
reveal their names.

- You concede they have no documents?

- Because they destroyed them.

Everything went through their shredders.

- I am bound by the
law of state privilege.

I cannot force their agents
to answer your questions.

- We've been at this for three years!

We haven't even set a trial date!

- Miss Paradis, that
is hardly proper reply.

You've made your case.

- My Lord, I have a client

who suffers acute
depressions almost every day,

terrible black holes
she can't escape from,

nightmares so awful she's
afraid of falling asleep.

Now, the CIA funded Coldhaven,
and they paid that man

to play with human brains.

- Your application is denied.

This court is adjourned.

- Do you wish to completely ruin

everything I've tried to do?

My outpatients program?

My clinic for the children?

- If you'll excuse me, I
have to talk to my clients.

- When those tiny things came to me,

they were already damaged, neurotic.

I tried to help them, you know this.

- Oh, save it for the
witness stand, doctor.

- Oh no, no, I have read all
about you in the magazines.

I know very well your motives.

Left-leaning civil rights lawyer.

- And why is that your business?

- And why is my business
yours, mademoiselle?

- Leo was a greedy man.

- What could suddenly have happened

to make these visions start up again?

- I don't know.

- Well.

Obviously, something that's buried

is trying to make its way to the surface.

Could it be Margot getting remarried?

- No.

- I told you something a long time ago,

and it's still true.

You're in a state of denial
about your father's death.

You're repressing something.

Look. Let's talk a little
bit about Coldhaven.

You went there because there was trauma

around your father's death.

- Holly, I volunteered to go
there because they paid me.

We didn't have enough
money for my tuition.

- And you came out of there

with this amnesia about your father.

The time has come for
us to talk about him.

- No.

That's not the problem.

- Kellen, look...
- Holly, I've got to go.

Let me do this my way.

- As your lawyer, I know it's not my place

to advise you on legal tactics.

- But you're going to anyway.

- What I'm saying is we can't back down.

We've made a threat and
we have to make it good.

- Right!
- Yeah!

- Order, order! Please, order!

So Kellen, then me.

- Work-to-rule, yes. As long as it takes.

But I've got to say no to a walkout.

- Kellen, she's right!

You can't just let them
get away with this.

They've suspended three more men.

- If we don't go out, we lose credibility

and we lose the struggle.

- What's this "we, we, we"?

I don't see you offering
to carry any picket signs.

- I've been working 20 hours a day.

- I'm not interested

in having some bleeding
heart left wing lady lawyer

telling me when to go on strike.

- Listen, Mr. O'Reilly,
my politics are none

of your goddamned business,

and you can keep the
sexist crap to yourself.

- Excuse me. My mistake.

I didn't mean to call you a lady.

- Oh, I didn't come to sit here and listen

while some macho arrogant
bigot tries to smear me.

- Come on, we're
all on the same side.

There's no reason to yell at each other.

- Good night.

- Take it easy, guys.

Okay, try it!

Good.

Here you go.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Want me to
give you a lift anywhere?

- No, thanks. I'd like to walk.

How's your court case going?

- Which one?

- The Coldhaven case.

Your motion to examine the CIA.

- You've been following it?

- I read newspapers.

- Well, uh, I lost it today.

- About what happened
upstairs, I, uh...

Truce?

- Truce.

- How about that ride?

- These, these must be
mailed by the weekend.

Oh, and this, And find me the
Johnson file, please.

I'm expecting a big fee this weekend.

Maybe I could give you a raise.

You'd like that, eh?

A big raise from me,
for Christmas.

- I'll just be a minute while
they fill this prescription.

I'll be back,

It's a refill.

- Okay, everybody get down
on the floor! Get down!

You, get out from behind there!

What's the matter with you, frizz face?

You think you're so goddamned different?

Get down on the floor!

- Get your ass on the
floor, you stupid bitch!

I'm just trying to help.

- Hey, you guys got a cigarette?

- You're right in front
of the drugstore, buddy.

- I want everybody to take it easy.

- We're all gonna take it easy.

I know how these things
work. I'm a lawyer.

We're all gonna do what you say,

and everything's gonna be okay, right?

- God, there's almost nothing in here!

- Go through the lawyer's pockets.

They always carry a lot of money.

- All I carry is 50 bucks.
It's all I got on me.

- Hold it right where you are!

Get your face on the floor!

I said down!

- Police! Now, don't move!

- I'll kill the girl!

- We'll kill all the hostages, in turn,

starting in five seconds.

Take the guy with the nose spray
and then take the girl.

- Don't touch her!

- One hostage.

- Okay, take the guy.

Why me?
Why don't you take somebody else?

Take her! I'm on your side!

I defend guys like you! My
name is Bob, Bob Champlain.

Don't anybody get crazy here.

I'm just gonna escort them out.

- All right, move him out!
We've got a vehicle outside.

We're gonna hold him 'till
we reach that vehicle.

You make one move towards that door

and you put a bullet in his brain.

You understand?
Okay, move him out.

Okay, frogman, we're gonna
find out where that key is.

Where's the key?
- The key?

Rudy?

Rudy, is that you?

- Leo talked to us.

Leo couldn't stop talking.

- Get in the car!

Let's get out of here, now!

- Shoot him in the mouth, Mick.

- Where's the key?

- It's in my safe.

I'm the only one who
knows the combination.

- Let's go!

- Freeze!

- Relax, guys.

Lieutenant O'Reilly.

Cordon this area off.

- Maria? Maria!

- I've got her.

Come on.

- Thank you.
Maria, are you all right?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Can somebody sell me
a pack of cigarettes?

- Hey, hey, Kellen.
Way to go.

- Thank you.

- Your heroics of last
night leave me cold.

An innocent hostage was killed.

You literally handed him
over to his murderers,

and I don't see how we
can avoid an inquiry.

- Eugene, the lawyer was a
small jobber for the mob.

They were there to button him.

The holdup was just a
cover for the operation.

- Lieutenant, you still
have this fixation

on Sicilian conspiracies.

- Eugene, I don't have a fixation.

They were looking for
something on him, a key.

- Get in here.

Kellen, listen.

Don't use my first name in front
of the chief. It's Captain.

- You're being a little
precious, aren't you?

Eugene, we used to
be partners, remember?

You used to piss your pants

every time I turned on the siren.

- And you're still in the
car, turning on sirens

when you're not organizing strikes.

- What's this about a work
stoppage Monday night?

You guys know that's illegal.

- It's not a strike.

It's a special meeting of the membership.

It's allowed under the contracts.

- Your father would
turn over in his grave.

He was a loyal cop, whatever
they say about him. Sit down,

Well, Lieutenant, I
have to make a statement

about this business of last night.

The press thinks you're a hero.

I have some doubts. I
think you're trigger-happy.

I think you endangered people's lives,

your own included.

But I'm going to go along with hero.

No inquiry this time.

- Thank you, Captain.

- You feeling all right?

- I'm okay.

- Why'd you take the chance, Kell?

- I don't know.

186 Lincoln Street...

- What was the take on this?

- Just under 3,000 bucks,

- Three grand?

Junkies hit pharmacies. These
guys were professionals.

This is the kind of operation
you mount for a bank.

- He just said that he
was expecting a big fee.

- Enemies?

- Maybe.

He was a shyster.

- Do you know what he kept in here?

- He never let me see.

- Do you know the combination?

- No, I don't know it.

- Are you okay?

Cut with a laser.

Therese wouldn't like me looking
at this stuff.

- Juley the Juice.

- Mafia.

- Juley, catch!

- What's this?

- Yeah.

- Well.
- Go!

- What have we told
you about girls, Juley?

- Come on, dumb truck. Get out!

Get out! This is a
respectable establishment.

- Oh, respectable!

- Shit.
- Come on. What do you expect?

They sneak in here with their tricks.

What am I supposed to do?

- Juley, that
wouldn't happen to be one

of Johhny Ronce's
little girls, would it?

- Come on, Lieutenant.

Johnny insists. What am I gonna do?

I'm, like, between a
rock and a hard place.

- Yeah, well, we got a hard place
for you, complete with rock.

- And stay out!

Now come on, Lieutenant.
What's this about?

I help you guys out.

- I hear a good customer
of yours got hit, Juley.

- Yes, I heard too. Bob the lawyer.

- That's right.

- Oh no, no, boys.

He was just a customer of mine.

He bought one of my blow
dolls, as a matter of fact.

- That's not good enough, Juley.

- Okay. He was close
with some of the boys.

He dicked too many jobs.

He wound up hustling
clients at a bus stop,

That's all I know.

- Your only connection to him
was selling this sick shit?

- This is not sick shit.
He was a good customer.

You buy 50 bucks worth of
stuff, you get one of these,

with a little advertisement
on it.

- Why do you think he got hit?

- No idea.

The Gallows from Brooklyn.
They've been pretty busy.

- Can I use your phone?
- Yep.

- Juley, we've got
friends from out of town.

- So?

So I hit one of them in his gun hand,

and he's gonna need a doctor.

Now who's looking after Johnny's girls?

- I don't know.
- No?

I don't know!

The last one he was using
died in an alcohol clinic.

- You're bullshitting me!
- No, I'm not!

Section 193, operating a bawdy-house.

Jeez, okay. Okay!

- I'll find out what I can.
- Good.

- Um, can I help you with that, sir?

Just follow me.

Well, all right,
that'll be 16 dollars.

- I'll be needing this.
- Yeah.

And four make 20.

And thank you very much.

- Kell, station said they
just got a dead body.

An accountant by the name
of Leo Sloukos.

- Leo?

- You know him?

- Um, he just does some of
the numbers for Johnny.

- So you ever been married?

- Oh yeah.

- Well, when did it end?

- About four years ago.

- Divorced?

- Actually, I signed
the papers yesterday.

- Well, uh, here's to being
a statistic, Lieutenant.

So why'd you become a cop?

- Tradition, I guess.

- Your dad was on the force?

- Yeah.

- Is he retired now?

- He's dead.

Murdered. Shot on duty.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's history. I don't
like talking about it.

- "The CIA murdered Chile.

Your country could be next."

Oh, that man!

I'm gonna drag Satorius to the
courts backwards if I have to.

Satorius had this theory

that you could cure a neurotic
by wiping out their memory.

He called it de-patterning.

Produce the blank mind
with electroshock,

then create the new improved
you with psychic driving.

And you know what that is?

That's when he strapped them to tables,

he hit them up with LSD,
and he burned their brains.

- I was at Coldhaven.

- Watch your back.
Somebody's coming.

- Right.

- Neighborhood's good.
I've been here about seven years.

There's talk of it being a co-op.

- Oh yeah? You're gonna buy?

- I'd like to.

Can I?

- Oh, thanks.

- How about an Irish coffee?

- How about straight caffeine?

- Let me get some of this stuff.

Do you mind?
The office sometimes calls.

- Oh.

- Hi, Raolo here. See you
tomorrow if you're still on

for some tobogganing with the kid.

- It's my partner.

- Hi, uncle. It's Mario!

We're still going together tomorrow?

- Who's Mario?

- He's my godson.

- Hi, Kellen.

I just got back from the audition.

I don't know, uh, I really want
to get this film, you know?

- It's my ex, She's an actress.

- Can I talk
to you about it later?

- She doesn't sound very ex.

- Okay, bye.
How are you doing anyway?

Hope you're okay.

- She invites me to her weddings.

- Uh-huh, she's an actress.

- What are you doing to me?
I don't want to kill!

No! Please!

- No, no, no.
Bring him back.

- Are you okay?

- I'm not ready for you yet,

- Hey, I'm here. I'm here, here.

I'm here.

You all right?

- I lose my sight. I get images.

It's not very nice.

- I'm here, okay?

It's all right.

- There's a fairly strict
policy of mental health

on the police force.

They take a rather dim view

of any kind of psychotic behavior.

You're the only one that knows.

You and Holly Mandel, my shrink.

And even her, I've only
told half-truths to.

- What about Margot?

- Margot.

She knew something was wrong,

- You still care about her?

- Yeah, I still care about her.

My father was my hero.

When he was doing split shifts,

I used to get up in the morning
and make his toast for him.

It was at college. That's where
I got introduced to Satorius.

Therapy was drugs and electroshock.

I don't even remember my father's death.

It's just this hole.

Those images.

I think it's

something from the past,

trying to make its way to the surface.

The other day in the pharmacy
when I shot that guy...

...it was like there was
another man inside me.

It was this urge to kill.

- Kellen, you should testify.

- Mario!

- Don't run!

- Mario!
How you doing?

- Fine. You?

- I'm fine. How's school?
- Fine.

- Just fine?
- Just fine.

- I heard you
aced the grammar test.

- What's it like to kill a man?

- You're going tobogganing like that?

- Kell, you're not ready.

Uh, hi, I'm Raolo.
- Sarah Paradis.

- I'm Therese.

- How are you?
- Nice to meet you.

- This is Mario.
- Mario, give me five.

- Uh, we can do this some other day.

- Sarah, hold on.

- It was nice meeting you.
- Nice meeting you too.

- Sarah.
- Bye-bye.

- O'Reilly here.
It's Juley the Juice.

- He's got something?

- My God, here we go again.

- Okay, two guys, one of
them with a bandaged hand,

showed up on Friday night
at a club called Sextasy.

A doctor named Tom Luk has
set up an office there.

He's an ex-Saigon doctor
whom Johnny helped

with his papers and stuff.

He checks Johnny's girls for the clap.

Now, the impression that I get

is that the two guys are
friends of the family

from down south, New Orleans,
Atlanta, something like that.

- That's it? That's everything?

- That's it. That's everything.

What do you want me to do,

tell Johnny and the boys
I'm helping out the bulls

and that I want the
total dope on everyone?

- Juley, think of it as a license to pimp.

- Okay.

- Mario!

- Therese, look, we're not
gonna be able to make it today,

Can you drop Kell and I downtown?

- I thought this was your day off.

You're supposed to be his father,

but when in the hell
do you ever see him?

Find your own way downtown!

- Dr. Luk.

- Hi. Oh, thanks.

- Easy, boys!

Mr. Ronzorelli.

- Hey, Raolo, I like you!

You got personality, a sense of humor.

A shotgun. What are you
guys jerking off back there?

It could have been Iranian assassins!

Hey, order a girl over here!

Well, it's a pleasure to be your host

on this tranquil Sunday.

- Oh, Johnny, I needed this.

- Hey, listen, it's like a reward.

You bust ass all week.

Don't lose hope. You gotta relax
a bit at the end, you know?

How's your health, O'Reilly?
I hears you was in a gunfight?

- Yeah, which brings up a question.

Johnny, friends come to you.

One of them's been shot.
Where do you send them?

- It's an emergency.

I call an ambulance
like any normal citizen.

- I just came
from Dr. Luk's office.

- Dr. Luk?

I can't say he's a gentleman
of my acquaintance.

- This could be hotter.

Do you like it hotter, Johnny?

Do you like heat?

- Do you like your job?

You want I should call
the complaint department?

You recall, maybe, the
incidents surrounding

the last time you tried to hassle me?

- They strung him up, Johnny.

Tried to make it look like suicide,

these friends of yours from the States.

- What, my new croaker?
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, well that's what
I'd like to find out!

Even though you come
into my athlete's club

and lay threats on me.
Even though I don't like you,

I will say I respect you

as a person of integrity
in this community.

- Uh-huh.

- And off the record,
no subpoenas. Capiche?

- Okay.
- I'm doing a favor here.

My free will.

- I understand.

- Let's say, figuratively,

I've got these acquaintances in Miami.

I owe them a favor,
so they call me up,

and here's the favor.

Find a doctor for some unnamed
individual with a bullet.

- These friends from the States,

is it possible that they
trace their origins back

to the old country?

- No, they're friends.

If they was family,

you think I'd waste breath
on a civil servant?

These things are best left
to the private sector.

- Kellen, you have to testify.

- Yeah.

I'll go into work now and I'll say,

"Captain, sir, I need the afternoon off.

You see, I'm going to court

to tell them I'm having acid flashbacks."

- Look, it's
not about indicting you.

It's about indicting Satorius.

- But I'll be there, Sarah.
It'll be my ass,

- Kellen, you're a detective.
You've testified before.

- They'll crucify me in the witness stand.

- Crucify you? Is that all
you care about, is you?

What about my clients?

You know, Kellen, they're good people,

and they have balls enough
to stand up and be counted.

- Gotcha. I'm a good person.

You can stop playing
goddamned games with my life!

Merry Christmas.

- Commercial crime says
it's a safe deposit box,

- Oh yeah? Where?

Trust company. Sherbrooke Street West.

I phoned. Thanks, but no thanks.

So what do you think we should do,
Get a search warrant or what?

- No, we don't want a search
warrant. It would take too long.

- Hey, you guys. I want
you to meet someone.

Special agent Hugh McVeigh, FBI.

Lieutenant-detective Kellen O'Reilly.

Detective Raolo Basutti,

- Hope you fellow pokers
don't think I'm butting in.

- Agent McVeigh's been tracking
your killers, gentlemen.

- The main man is Rudy Myers,

ex-counterfeiter with
heavy mafia connects,

who's been using the continent
to trade arms for coke.

- You got any artwork on these guys?

- He works with the family
Delgado out of Miami.

They hired a lawyer and
accountant here in Montreal,

- Our bodies, gentlemen.

- The accountant and lawyer
made a real bad mistake.

Blackmail.

- Where are they now?

- Stateside.

Flew back last night.

- You have it, gentlemen.

They're no longer in our jurisdiction.

Matter goes over to
the feds. RCMP and FBI.

So you're off the case.

- Thanks, Eugene.

- Champlain RW. I have a box here.

- Do you have identification,
Mr. Champlain?

- Yes, ma'am. Oh!
- Oh, dear.

- It's my mother's.
Promised her I'd keep it safe.

- This is quite lovely.

- Yes, it was a gift for her.

She's always losing things.
She has Alzheimer's.

- Oh.

There you go.

Thank you.

Here you are, Mr. Champlain.

- Thank you.

- You know, Kell, wait a minute.

Now, Borco's gonna have our
nuts and to be honest with you,

it's starting to smell like
an RCMP case, you know?

- Screw the Mounties. You want out?

- No.

- Where are we going?

- Your theater's closed, Juley.
Sanitary inspection,

Anyone comes in, I'll
confiscate your blow dolls.

- When do you guys go
on strike? I can't wait!

- Here we go!

What is this stuff?

- Not yet, Mick!

- He walked in
before I could stop him.

- All right. Bring him in, Mick.

- What are you doing
to me? I don't want to kill!

- That guy looks like you, Kell.

- It is me.

- I'm not ready for you yet,

- Let me get this straight.

You went to this Coldhaven
place and they,

like, wiped your memory
clean or something.

- They tried.

- But you're okay now?

- I've had a few head
problems over the years.

- But you're all right.
I mean, doesn't matter.

- Let's get this in before
we damage it any more.

- What do you mean, to the station?

- To Borco.

- I'm with you.

- Thanks.

Get down!

- Don't try it!

Don't!

Oh what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh

Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh

- With all these experiments
with guns and mirrors,

I think we want you to
take some medical tests.

- Oh, Eugene. You officious
bureaucratic son of a bitch.

I saw the goddamn film.

Medical tests? Are you kidding me?

- You sure you don't
have this so-called film?

You're not keeping any secrets from us?

- Me? Keep secrets?

Who are you sharing secrets with, Eugene,

the whole goddamn world,
including your pal in the CIA?

- McVeigh?

- Yeah!
- He's FBI. I saw his.,.

- What the hell is going on?

Another man shot? I thought
you were off this case!

Now one of our officers died.
How do you feel about that?

- He was my partner.

But you wouldn't understand
that, would you, asshole?

They murdered him. I'm going
to bury those son of a bitches.

- Eugene.

- All right, here's the bottom line.

We know you're seeing a psychiatrist.

We've, um... we know you've
been hallucinating.

- You've had
me under investigation.

- We think you're
having a nervous breakdown.

- You lied about your medical history.

- So what?

- We'll need the service
revolver. You're suspended.

- That's bullshit.

- Give him the gun.

- Put it in your goddamn
collection, Eugene.

- Kellen, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- It was an experiment.
I saw myself on film.

They've done something to me.

I had that son of a
bitch Satorius on film.

It got lost in the explosion.

Those bastards still
think I've got the film.

- Kellen, I want you to go
to the meeting with me, okay?

You'll be with your friends
there, and you'll be safe.

- Look,

all I've got is my word. No evidence.

Just pieces of memory coming back.

- Okay, but where are you going?

- I'm gonna get my memory back.

Will you just stop it!

- Hey, come on, O'Reilly.
Give it a break.

I've always been straight with you.

- Keep moving.

- I wanna see the warrant.

Hey!

- Warrant?
- Yeah, warrant.

- You must really trust
your neighbors, Benny.

Don't move.

What do we got here? Crank?

Smack? What's this?

- Blow.

- What else you got?

- A lawyer.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

Hey!

- I don't have time to screw around.

Do you have any acid? Any LSD?

- Hey, man. You know I
got it all in the fridge.

In the damn fridge.

- Kellen's father died
when he was nine years old.

He had shot an unarmed man,

and there was going to be an inquiry,

but he killed himself,

and it was Kellen who found his body.

- He committed suicide?

- Yes.

- He told me he was murdered.

- Oh, no.
No, he committed suicide.

- Well, does he really not remember

or is he just trying to cover up?

- Oh, he absolutely does not remember.

- Satorius did some experiments
linking LSD with memory.

Did they ever work?

- I know that no matter who
conducted those experiments,

they're totally irresponsible.

What?

Huh.

Hmm.

Wow.

Think you're on top of the world, don't ya?

This is O'Reilly.

I'm not home right now,
so leave a message.

- Hi, Kellen. It's me.

This is amazing.

I don't believe it.
I guess it's true,

I got the film.

I'm still in shock.

I've got to see you,
if that's okay with you.

Kellen, I got the lead.

- "MK-Ultra."

- Good evening, Mr. O'Reilly.

Yes,

Now, you know, don't you?

All the information was
removed from your memory,

but it seems to be coming back.

- You son of a bitch.

1949, they summoned me to Budapest.

They wanted me to break
the mental defenses

of one Jozsef Cardinal Mindszenty.

I did.

He confessed his crimes.

His crimes.

So, the company

rescued me from Hungary.

The company gave me
Coldheaven and money

and the tools to fight communism,

and I gave 20 years of
my life to the company.

Hard years, hard work

on the front lines of the Cold War,

but winning,

without killing, Mr. O'Reilly.

Is that not humane?

Not to take lives, but to alter minds?

This is how all wars
will be fought one day.

- No, you want to change
people, so they can kill.

- You came close, Mr. O'Reilly,

but you failed the last test.

The rebel inside you refused to die.

- Ha.

- And a policeman now.

- Yeah, I'm a cop.

- I wouldn't have believed that.

But then, it is a debt
to your father, yes?

That you think you owe?

- No.

- He killed himself.

Yes. You don't know this.

With a bullet through the brain.

- Remember that he killed your father.

- He was murdered.

- You see, he shot a man in the back.

But of course, you have been
programmed to block this,

to deny the truth.

Mental surgery, if you like.

Does what I say cause
you pain, Mr. O'Reilly?

- Yes.

- Well, it causes pain
because it's the truth.

- No.

- No, you're not a killer.

- You.

- Well, Gregor, you said
that you could elicit

the information the easy way.

Now, it must be hard.

- It's great. You're sure that's him?

- That's him. I checked it.

- Okay, thanks. Hi, Sarah.

- Hi.

- Cop killed,

so there's going to be trouble tonight.

Some of the men want to
go back on the job

to find those guys.

Where's Kellen?

- I don't know. He was suspended.

- Suspended? Suspended Kellen O'Reilly?

- All evidence was to have been destroyed.

You said you burned everything.

- You should have trusted my work.

We will erase from his
memory everything he saw

on the computer. Everything.

And I want no killings.

Someday, we must tell the
world what we have done.

- The world must never be told, Gregor.

That's my job,

Eddie, help the doctor
set up the ECT room.

- Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

- We're doing this...

we're doing this for
families like Raolo's.

- A cop is dead and his
killers are still loose.

Now, I have a motion to adjourn.

Will you accept it or not?

- I'm not accepting it. Please, quiet!

I'm not accepting it.
We won't adjourn.

The assembly will go on.

- No!

- Now, repeated shocks
can cause brain death,

but it's more likely that
the heart will crash first.

Death is such a wasteful thing.

All we need to extinguish
is recent memory.

- It's a democratic choice.

We can extinguish your life
or just one bad day in it.

Now, come on, O'Reilly.

You're not gonna miss just one bad day.

- We're offering you a chance
to live. Please, help us.

- We know that Miss Paradis has the film.

- Sarah.

- Yeah, I heard her on the phone.
- Where did she hide it?

What are you guys talking...

I'll get out of that...

- No, no, Myers. They will chase you...

- Shut up!

Mr. Sloukos had to suffer
before he passed away.

- How did Champlain and
Sloukos get the film?

They were gonna split
the money three ways.

A third for the silent partner, right?

- You see what he's trying to do?

- No, I have proof.

Your name on documents
in Champlain's safe.

- He won't be playing those games.

Yes, Gregor, but will he
remember where the film is?

After all, he's lost a day in his life.

He won't be much use to us like this.

- Boo! Boo!

- I wish we had our last
words to say over again.

Raolo was proud to be a cop.

I am very proud of him.

For being a cop.

For everything.

But I swear to God,

my son will never become
a policeman.

- Tell it to the world now, Gregor.

- He burns the doctor,
then he shoots himself.

You understand? Like father, like son,

Ironic justice. Hurry it up.

- Hear that, pal?

Ah, you're gonna blow yourself away.

Then we're gonna do your
card-carrying lawyer friend.

- Idiot!

- Those who are in favor

of the prolongation of the meeting

and the walkout until six
o'clock tomorrow morning. For?

Against?

That's it! You're on strike!

- Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

- Damn!

- Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

- I can't get a line out.

- Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

- Police.

Sir, unless it's an emergency,

well, just tell them to
turn their amplifier down.

Police.

- You're gonna walk outside with me.

You're not to do any talking.

I don't want to hurt you. I
just want some information.

You do anything to attract attention,

I'll snap your goddamn neck.

Where's the film then?

- I don't have any film.

- Get down and open your purse.

- Hey!

- Mario!

- Kellen!

- Where's Sarah, the lawyer?

- I'm gonna have to cut your eye out.

- You better run away, ma'am.

We've got a new corporate image.

We don't kill indiscriminate.

- Project 47 sprung a leak,

and I'm here to fix it.

- It was sold to the director

as a program to wipe agents' memories.

- That's it exactly, Hugh,

and I'm here to protect
the company's good name.

- Silence, please! Silence!

Please quiet down!
Quiet down, please!

Quiet down!

Sarah. Please.

Sarah has been taken
hostage into the stadium,

so I need the SWAT team

and anyone who has a weapon.

- Okay, to the
right! Into the gym!

- Go right!

- Straight ahead!

- Come on, McVeigh.
We're in the same company.

We fought the same war.

- What else was on that
film besides O'Reilly?

I got a private theory. Fall
of '63, November in Dallas.

Brainwashing we can weather,
but this we can't. Sorry, man.

- He was a nigger-loving,
commie son of a bitch!

- Son of a...

- Everybody in position?

So, at the count of three,
cut the power.

Three, two, one, now!

- I'll kill her!

I'll kill her!

Do you hear me?

- I hear you, Myers!

You can have my gun.

- Don't, Kellen!

- I'm gonna toss it out, okay?

Now, I've got the film, Myers.

Let's make a trade.
Me and the film for Sarah.

What do you say?

Here!

- Mario!

Mario?

Mario.

- What are you doing
to me? I don't want to kill!