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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

We don't have to
wait much longer.

I'm not saying

that you shouldn't go
after Police Intelligence.

I'm just saying,
I don't think you have
enough evidence

to turn the story
into a major expose.

A lot of people
could've had

their constitutional
rights violated.

The police have no business

spying on any political
group or individual.

Intelligence gathering
is vital

to the safety of the
people of this city and,

thanks to your articles,

the entire division's
practically paralyzed.

Give me a break,
Hooker, huh?

I'm just a girl
trying to get her job done.

You not just trying,
you're getting it done.

I wish my dad was around
to hear you say that.

He worked two jobs
putting me through college

and then he died right after
my first assignment.

On the last night,
he said that

he'd do it all over again,
that it was worth it.

That's why I push so hard.

I have to be sure
it was worth it.

It was worth it.

And what you're doing
is important,

and your father will
always be part of it.

From an admirer,
Miss Jerrico.

Do you remember what happened
to the last gentleman

who sent me champagne?

He took a bath
in Dom Perignon,

vintage '64, I believe.

And the restaurant made
the second front page.

Enjoy the food
and the wine.

Thank you.

Got to be Frank Como.

Over there by the window.

LISA: You're a regular
Sherlock Holmes.

I didn't see the creep
coming in, did you?

Get this.

"Thanks for whitewashing me
in your loan shark story.

"If it weren't for you,
I'd be dining

"in the state prison
commissary tonight."

He's right.

MAN: Let's do it.

I'm returning your
champagne, Mr. Como.

What are you
talking about?

Read my lips,
I don't accept champagne

from low-life
like you.

I didn't send you
any champagne.

Lisa!

(GUNFIRE)

Check Como,
get an ambulance.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN HONKING)

Are you all right?

Yes, I'd feel better
if I'd got the shooter.

How is he?

I think he's dead.

Lansing.

Somebody shot him
from outside.

This is a homicide,
Sergeant Lansing.

You're Intelligence.

So?

Just wondering what
you're doing here.

Maybe I should ask what you
are doing here, Miss Jerrico?

She was having dinner
with me.

Yeah?

Maybe you ought to check
your loyalties, Hooker.

This is a scene of crime,
so I'll overlook your
smart mouth.

What are you doing here?

Since when do I have to
answer to a blue suit?

Oh, would you cut it out?
Just answer the question.

The victim Frankie Como,

we've been keeping
a tail on him.

When he went in for dinner,
I walked down the street

to grab a cup of coffee.

So if you'd have been
on top of your man,

you would have
seen this go down.

I'm not baby-sitting Como,

I just wanna know where he is.

Was.

Your lady friend, Hooker.

She sandbagged
a lot of my buddies.

Some of them even
lost their pensions.

Two of them
lost their pensions,
and they deserved it.

Cops like that give
us all a black eye.

She's a piranha, man.

She'll chew up
every one of us,
if it'll sell newspapers.

Neither one of us
is very popular here.

But you have to
be here and I don't.

Is that what
you mean?

I want you to
do me a favor.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Jim, take her home
for me, will ya?

Home? I can't go home,
I've got a story to write.

Write it at home.

I get to chauffeur
the queen of the muckrakers.

Do me a favor, will ya,
and save the political
dialogue for later.

Okay, you got it.
One favor, coming up.

Four!

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

Hooker, I just got a call

from Sergeant Lansing
at Intelligence.

He says that your
name's on everyone's lips
over there,

and what they're saying
isn't very nice.

Sticks and stones.

Well, maybe he's got a point.

Lisa Jerrico came down
on the Intelligence Division,

and now the entire Department
is taking the heat.

What does that got to do
with my personal life?

That's something I shouldn't
have to tell you, Hooker.

You've been teaching recruits
for years that the officers

in this Department
should stand together.

Shoulder-to-shoulder.

But not against a woman
who's being attacked

for telling the truth.

APB turned up
the stolen car
the shooter used.

But Lansing said
it stacks up
as a syndicate hit.

Frank Como was
loan-sharking mob money

to influential people
who could make trouble

when he tried to collect.

Could be, also could be
that Lansing's mistaken.

How about getting off
Lansing's back?

He was my partner
for six months, Hooker,

before he joined Intelligence.

He's a first-class cop,

and a first-class guy.

Lisa Jerrico has
blown the whistle
on some heavyweights

who could've put out
a contract on her.

That makes me think
twice about her

being at Como's table
when the hit went down.

I can't shake the feeling,

that it's more than
a coincidence.

That may well be.

But you know what I think?

I know what you think.
You're backing Lansing.

No, I think you have
tunnel vision

where that lady's concerned.

Come on, partner.

Ran into Ralph Jenkins today.

He's crying about
Lisa Jerrico.

Said she was preparing
a smear job on him.

The lady gets around.

He's terrified
that the people
who control him

will have him eliminated

if Miss Jerrico's
story on him breaks.

He mentioned that he's having
lunch with the lady tomorrow.

To head her off
or buy her off.

Good luck to him.

I don't...

I don't think you're paying
any attention to me.

I said Ralph Jenkins
is having lunch

with Lisa Jerrico tomorrow.

That seems to me
that suggests
another opportunity.

So we could use Jenkins
like we tried to use Como

as a screen for getting
rid of Miss Jerrico.

But this time it has to work.

I've got Parker and
Tyson sitting here,

she can't disappear.

Any chance Jenkins let drop
where they'll have lunch?

I can find out for you.

Now...

Here's a confidential summary
of the building materials

delivered to my
Children's Hospital site.

What about it?

I know, I agreed to
use cheaper materials

than we'd contracted for,
but some of this stuff is

bordering on sub-standard.

Don't get precious
on me, Mundy.

Without my connections
you'd be in bankruptcy.

You wanted me
to get you healthy,
I'm getting you healthy.

I have a reputation
as a fine builder.

You couldn't support it.

You begged for what
I could bring you

under-the-table labor,
material contracts.

Well, you got it.

And we're in this
together, all the way.

The more I think about it,
the more I think
that hit was for you.

You got enemies
out there. Plenty of them.

Not as many as Como,
and not the same kind.

When you went
over to his table,

I saw him say
something to you.

Hmm, about the champagne,
he said he didn't...

If he didn't send it,
who did?

Well, maybe someone
who wanted you
over there at that table.

So, that they could
take you out

and make it look like you
walked into a hit on Como.

You're scaring me, Hooker.

It's intended.
I want you to be careful.

I mean, really careful.

I'm talking careful.

I'm serious.

Okay, I promise.

Right now, what
I need is a bodyguard
for lunch.

Any offers?

Yeah, I'll send up a sandwich.

And champagne.

No. I gotta talk to Armando
about the champagne.

Goodbye.

(LISA CHUCKLES)

Cop sticks
pretty close to her.

Not as close as
we're going to.

Armando.

Sergeant Hooker.

I hope you are not looking
for Miss Jerrico.

No, I just left her.

Ah, I commend you
on your will power.

This is my partner,
Vince Romano.

Nice to meet you, Armando.

I wanna talk to you
about last night.

That, uh, champagne
and the envelope

that you brought
to Miss Jerrico.

Who sent it?

A man I had never
seen before.

He gave me $50
to present the champagne
and the envelope

to Miss Jerrico at 8:15.

Then it wasn't Frank Como.

No, Mr. Como was also
a stranger to me

until last night.

What time was
Mr. Como's reservation?

8:00, and he was on time.

When Miss Jerrico went over
to, uh, Mr. Como's table,

he was alone,

but I saw him
check his watch
and look at the door.

Was he expecting a guest?

Yes, the reservation
was for two.

But evidently (CHUCKLES)
his guest had the good fortune
of being late.

I've got a feeling
good fortune

had nothing to do
with it, Armando.

Someone went to
a lot of trouble

to make Lisa think
that note and the champagne

came from Como.

Your theory that her
being at his table

wasn't t a coincidence
is starting to look good.

This is one time
I wish I'd been
on the wrong track.

So, supposing Como's
girlfriend can tell us

who he was meeting for dinner.
What does that get us?

Como's no-show guest
could be the shooter.

Could be an accomplice.

You said Como's girlfriend
was a fashion model?

Mmm-hmm. Her name
is Linda Wagner.

She's doing
a bikini layout today.

Sounds like something
I should handle alone.

Well, that's very
kind of you, Junior.

But I never lay
the tough jobs off
on my partner.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Oh, yes, beautiful.

I love what you're doing
with your hair.

Nice. I like the color
this week, too.
It's beautiful.

Okay, now,
we're on the beach.

Having fun. Now, moisten
your lips for me.

That's it. Great!
Oh, I love it.

Beautiful. Nice.

Okay, good. All right.

Okay, give me three
quarters this side.

Nice. Great. That's it.

Yeah, this is
the kind of lead
I like to run down.

I know,
preferably alone.

Linda Wagner?

Save your film, Andre,
I have a date with a cop.

Sergeant Hooker.

My agent told me
you were coming,

but I don't know
anything about
Frank's death.

Just wanna ask you
a few questions.

(CLEARING THROAT)

My partner,
Vince Romano.

Sorry to bother you
so soon after the shooting.

Yeah, well, uh,

when you live
with a guy like Frank,

you figure it's just
a matter of time.

Frank Como's reservation
at the restaurant
was for two.

The other person
didn't show.

You know who it was?

Frank didn't say,
and I knew better
than to ask.

He mention why
he chose that
particular restaurant?

He didn't.

The guy he was meeting
chose it.

Then whoever it was must
have made the reservation.

Yes.

He told Frank that he liked
to sit at a special table.

Darling girl,
I'm in desperate trouble.

Will you please
get back on the set?

Andre, will you
please bug off?

I'll be there
in a minute.

We don't have any
more questions for you.

Thank you very much.

Uh, whatever Frank did,

he was good to me.

The world is full of
pretty girls, Sergeant.

And if Frank hadn't opened
the right doors, I'd, um,

just be one of the crowd.

Now, there's a girl
who tells it like it is.

Yeah, when you
sort it out,

she told us what
I didn't wanna hear.

Somebody set up
Frank Como.

As a way of
taking out Lisa Jerrico.

LISA: How did
they know this?

HOOKER: I don't know
how they know.

But they knew.
The point is,

someone arranged
for Como to be

at your favorite restaurant.

And that same someone
arranged for champagne

to get you to Como's table.

So they could
kill you, Lisa,

and make it look
like an accident.

Interesting, but I'd say
the odds are against it.

Como played ball in a much
tougher league than mine.

Lisa, we've agreed
you're not short on enemies.

Who's at the top
of the list?

Well, discounting
out-and-out crazies,
I guess.

Ralph Jenkins
would be one.

The restaurant supplier?

He's been squeezing
restaurants all over town,

fronting for an
organized crime ring.

And your article
will give him
the kind of high profile

his backers
can't live with.

He led me to
believe I'm buying
him a bullet.

Jenkins.

All right, he's a possible.
Who else?

One of our city's
most prominent builders.

Kevin Mundy.

You're going
to unload on him?

Like a ton of bricks.

He used to be
a legitimate operator,

and then he got himself
into a financial bind,

and now he's trying
to bail himself out

by cutting corners on
the new Children's Hospital.

There's one more,

but you're not gonna like it.

Our Intelligence Division.

You're right,
I don't like it.

But I'll talk to
Sergeant Lansing.

And, Lisa,

look after yourself.

For me.

I reached Ralph Jenkins
on his car phone

and told him you said
okay on lunch tomorrow.

Good.

One question.

Why didn't you tell
Hooker you're having
lunch with Jenkins?

That lunch is gonna
wrap the story.

I don't want anything
getting in the way.

We've been waiting
on you, Mundy.

You guys wait outside.

I don't ever want those guys
in here again, you understand?

Don't worry about it.

Did you find out
where Jenkins is having
lunch with Miss Jerrico?

Top of The Plaza,
1:00.

I'll arrange that
they get a final course

that's not on the menu.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Three in the eye
of the bull.

Now, that is
marksmanship, Stacy.

You might as well
concede right now.

We'll see about that.

Just pull your darts
and give me room.

Okay. Uh, do you mind not
shooting just a sec?

Not bad,
but not good enough.

What's with Hooker?

He's having
an anxiety attack
over Lisa Jerrico.

I just talked to Lansing.

He said you really
did a number on him.

What's your point?

I still think you've forgotten
what team you're on.

Look, Jim.

Lisa Jerrico is
somebody we need.

And whether she's rubbed
Lansing the wrong way,

or the Police
Intelligence Division,

or Captain Sheridan, or
the whole damn Department,

it really doesn't matter.

See, I think

she's lighting candles
in the dark, and so the...

The dirt can be cleaned up,

and that's important service.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Maybe I just needed
to be reminded.

I understand
what you're saying,

but it sure doesn't
go down easy.

Can't argue with that.

Neither does sitting here,

knowing Lisa's a target,

and not having
any way to protect her.

She catches a bullet, Jim...

Is there anything I can do?

Well, one of the people
she's gunning for,

who may be gunning for her
is Ralph Jenkins.

Stacy and I'll check him out
first thing in the morning.

Appreciate it.

And while you doing that,

Romano and I'll zero in
on another candidate,

Kevin Mundy.

Yeah, the 15 will do fine.

If there's
a violation charging,

my teamster coordinator
will handle it.

We're not here
because of trucks
or traffic, Mr. Mundy.

I'm here to talk to you
about Lisa Jerrico.

Well, you want
the Sun-Telegraph building.

You missed the sign.

This is the new
Children's Hospital.

That's funny.

Lisa Jerrico's running
an article about you,
and you know it.

I don't see what business
that is of yours.

You heard about the killing
of Frank Como

the night before last.

We have good reason
to believe

the rifle shots
fired were meant
for Lisa Jerrico.

Well, I still see...

HOOKER: What that has
to do with you?

You stand to lose
from the pages

coming out of
Lisa Jerrico's typewriter.

That's motive

to silence the lady.

I would watch my words,
Sergeant, very carefully.

I am,

and I'm cautioning you
to stick to your trade.

Soil around here
has remnants of clay.

Slick could be expansive.

I didn't know they allowed you
to put a standard foundation

on this kind of soil.

You're into everything,
aren't you, Sergeant?

You can build
on any surface,

depending on a variety
of technical factors.

Now, if you're so concerned,

the soil engineering
and geological reports

are open to inspection at
the City Building Department.

I might just give them
a look, Mundy.

Safety is my business.

Public and personal.

Anything on Jenkins?

Yeah, we let him
know if anything
happened to Lisa

we'd come
looking for him.

But he's uptight
about more than Lisa.

Somebody even
more threatening
is on his case.

That was our reading.

The syndicate heavies
he works for?

You can bet on it.

When Lisa's story breaks,

he becomes
instantly expendable.

Perfect reason
for him to do her in.

Well, if that's
what he had in mind,

why did he volunteer
that he was meeting her
for lunch?

What? Where?

Top of The Plaza.
Why, you don't think
he'd try anything, do you?

Not if he's
making announcements

about lunch dates.

But we may not be
the only ones who
know about lunch.

You saying there could be
a replay of the Como hit?

And this time with Jenkins
as the cover victim.

Let's go.

CORRIGAN: Okay,
I'll take care of it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Bribery is dirty business,
Mr. Jenkins.

Just as dirty as your
suspected business associates.

You know, Miss Jerrico,

those words in print would
be considered libelous.

If they weren't true.

We've been around
this block a few times
today, Mr. Jenkins,

and we keep coming back
to the same place.

I can't be bought.

Well, I've found
everyone has a price.

You're right,
Mr. Jenkins.

Problem is, you can't
meet my price,

which is honesty and truth.

Mobile operator,
get me 555-2706.

(PHONE RINGING)

Jenkins.

Yeah, she's here,
hold on.

Miss Jerrico.

It's your office.
Here, on the phone.

Hmm.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

There's Lisa,
near the Mercedes.

I don't like
what I'm seeing
near that tattoo joint.

That's Marty Tyson.

I sent him up for arson.

He's an explosives expert.

Lisa!

Get away from the car!
There's a bomb!

Close.

Stay here.

Is he alive?

Barely.

He's dead.

I needed you alive.

You were right, Hooker.

Lisa's the target.

Question is, how many
times can you be there

at the right moment?

It's a big question,

and I don't like to think
about the answer.

What does it take
to convince you
that you're the mark?

That you're the one that
someone's trying to kill.

Say you're right.
What am I supposed
to do about it, Hooker?

We have talked
about this.

The way our
jobs are similar,

the way we both feel
about what we do.

I can't run every time
somebody threatens me

any more than you can.

But at least let me put
a shield around you.

Okay, okay, I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

You see if you can
get me protection

and I'll go along with it.
I promise.

Great, and while I'm making
the arrangement...

I have things to do.

Lisa, don't...

Lisa!

Hooker.

I just got the news.

I see you're all right.

Miss Jerrico,
is she okay?

No, she's impossible.
She won't stay still.

She came in,
made a statement
and ran out.

Hooker, I just got
a call from Lansing,

and he's decided
you're right about
Miss Jerrico being the target.

So have I.

Too many coincidences.

What can I do to help?

Well, the guy
I took down,

the one who planted
the bomb, Tyson...

Ask Lansing if his
troops can find out

who Tyson was
working for lately.

Well, consider it done.
I'll have him get out the net,

put as many of his men
on it as he can.

Great.

And one more thing.

Can you assign
24-hour surveillance
to Miss Jerrico?

(SIGHS)
Now, that's a legitimate
request, Hooker.

But we simply don't have
enough hard evidence

to presented it
to the Deputy Chief.

It won't wash.

I wish I could
tell you different.

So do I.

The allegations I've
summarized on that page

will form the spine
of my article.

You're a pot-shutter,
Miss Jerrico.

What you have here
are isolated situations

and particulars
that fall far short

of representing the complexity

of the task of a project
as large as this one.

Mr. Mundy, we both know

that your entire organization
has been directed to turn

a deaf ear to my inquiries.

Now, if the situations
and particulars stated here
are isolated,

you have no one to blame
but yourself.

The purpose
of my coming here

is to give you
one more opportunity

to state your case
before I turn in my copy.

When is the magic moment?

Tomorrow evening.

Unless you wanna
sit down with me

and refute these points
one by one.

Lady,

I'm putting you
and your publisher
on notice.

I'll do my refuting
in court.

You've made your choice.

Thurman, it's Mundy.

This Jerrico woman
has to be stopped
before tomorrow night.

I don't care how
you stop her, just do it.

COMPANY: One, two,
three, four...

The Captain is really uptight

about not being able
to give Lisa protection.

Take it from one
who's heard it
from his own lips,

loud and clear.

Something's gotta
be done to cover her.

What about us, Hooker?

We could take turns
watching her during
our off-hours.

Wouldn't be around
clock, but it'd be
better than nothing.

You've got yourself a deal.
We'll work out a schedule

before end of watch.

LANSING: Hooker.

Glad I caught you.
I just got some feedback
on Marty Tyson.

Recently, he worked
for a man

by the name
of Brad Thurman.

An elected officer
of one of the building
trade associations.

Here, I got a location
on him.

I owe you one.

Call it even.

I didn't give your lady
a fair shake from the top.

An official

of a building
trade association
and a two-bit hood?

Why would they
be holding hands?

We can't ask Tyson.

Mr. Thurman, your office
said you'd be here.

I'm Sergeant Hooker,
this is Officer Romano.

We'd like to talk to you
about Marty Tyson.

I understand
he worked for you.

He did.

We had to let him go
because he was a hothead.

From what I read
in the papers,

he tried to kill somebody,
you people put him away.

We figured he hired out
as a contract killer.

Any idea who
he signed on with?

I couldn't tell you, Sergeant.

That kind of employee
doesn't t call for references.

Mr. Thurman,
talking about that,

what led you to hire a man
of Tyson's background?

The men I represent
are a tough breed.

They don't always appreciate

what you're trying
to do for them,

so it's good to have
some muscle around.

But, like I said,

Tyson had too quick
a flashpoint

for his own good, or mine.

Thanks for your time.

Need some
building supplies?

I need some answers.

The workers who belong to
Thurman's association

are skilled craftsmen.

They don't work in
supply yards like this.

I wanna find out what
Thurman was doing here.

Hooker, what are you
doing here?

We've tied Tyson
to a buildings trades
official named Thurman.

And something
very interesting.

Thurman is buying
dry wall by the truckload

from a sub-standard
supply company

for Kevin Mundy's
construction project.

Mundy's linen gets
dirtier and dirtier.

Hold the presses.

You do that,
I'll hold on to you.

I want you
in a safe place

until we know
where all this leads.

But, Hooker...

I told you,
I don't want
any arguments.

Oh!

At this rate, I'm gonna need
a blood transfusion.

Must be a bad blade.

That's what I thought
last night,

when I used it
on my legs.

Your legs?

Well, at least it was
in a good cause.

(LISA CHUCKLES)

Oh, gosh.

How are you
with the hot plate?

Same as I am
in a gourmet kitchen,
a disaster.

(CHUCKLES)

I can brew sawdust

and you'll think
you're drinking

fresh-ground Kenya beans.

Can a man ask
for more?

Not if he knows
what's good for him.

One cup of cafe
Jerrico coming up.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Claudia.
Is, uh, Hooker here?

He's shaving.

Oh, no. I borrowed his razor
yesterday to shave my legs,

and I didn't
change the blade.

Really?

How are you
with a hot plate?

Claudia, this is Lisa Jerrico.
I told you about her.

Oh, sure.

Oh, I love your
writing, Miss Jerrico.

It's dramatic, but economic.

And your humor
has a flavor of, um,
Samuel Clemens.

Thanks.

Well, uh, here's
your robe, Hooker.

Put it on the box.

No, the other box.

Bye, now.

Bye.

We were at the pool.

She had goose bumps.

Oh, goose bumps?

She looked like
she'd freeze to death

before she got home.

Where is her home?

You can explain it
to me tonight, Hooker,

and you better
have a good story.

You're due at
the City Engineer's office
in 40 minutes.

Yeah.

If he can help me make
the Brad Thurman,

Kevin Mundy connection,

you'll be pounding
out an exclusive

on your own would-be murderers
for the morning edition.

Lisa Jerrico.

Oh, she's not here right now.

May I ask
who's calling, please?

I have information

of Police Intelligence
bugging the mayor's office.

Um, can I have
your name and number,

and I'll have Miss Jerrico
call you right back?

I can't do that.
I can't talk now.

I'm afraid I can't...

Tell her if she
wants this story,

to be in the phone booth
at the corner

of Brighton
and Seventh Streets

in 45 minutes.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

You think she'll bite?

She has to.

If she files that story,
it's over for both of us.

Have her here by 4:00.

The place will be
cleared out by then.

Any way you slice it,
the City Engineers office

can't move fast enough
to help us.

They have to investigate
Thurman and Mundy

very, very carefully,

or they'll get wise
and cover their tracks.

Why don't we stop?
If you call Lisa,

you'll feel better.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO)
Four-Adam-Thirty, contact
Academy Precinct operator

for a message
from Lisa Jerrico.

Phone the station.

There you go,

if you don't call her,
she calls you.

What is this, ESP?

Four-Adam-Thirty. Roger.

This is Hooker.

When did she leave?

What's going on?

Lisa's secretary.

Lisa told her
to let me know

that she's going
to meet somebody

about a hot story
on Police Intelligence.

Did you get a name?

it's some sort of
deep-throat informant.

Miss Jerrico,
Mr. Mundy would like
to have a word with you.

Well, then tell him
to stop playing games.

There's Seventh Street.
Take a left,

Brighton's one block up.

No sign of her.

They set her up.

And they got her.

Hold on a second.

What have you got?

Clay.

Like at Kevin Mundy's
construction site.

Maybe that's where
they've taken her.

I'll call Corrigan
and Stacy for backup

and have them
meet us there.

(SIREN WAILING)

WOMAN: (ON RADIO)
Four-Adam-Sixteen,

Four-Adam-Thirty
requests backup

at construction site

for new Children's
Hospital on Hill Street.

Handle code three.

Four-Adam-Sixteen,
we're on backup to Thirty.

(SIREN WAILING)

Look, Mundy,
I'm not about to
make a deal with you.

I know that.

It would been easier,

but one has to do
what one has to do.

Forget it, Miss Jerrico.

There's nobody to run to,
nobody to call.

I wish it hadn't
come to this,

but you pushed me
to the wall.

I'm not gonna watch my family,
my life go down the drain

so you can write a headline.

Think, Mundy,

if something happens to me
on this construction site,

the police are gonna
know it's you.

If they find your body.

Now, you wanted to know
more about my operation.

Now you can be a part of it.

The public
you served so well...

They'll be parading past you
for the next 100 years.

(SIRENS WAILING
IN DISTANCE)

You all right?

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(CLICKING EMPTY)

All right, Mundy.

You're through.
Give it up.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

You know, I've been going
over my research

on your
Intelligence Division,

and I think I may have
shortchanged them by

not fully telling their side
of the issue.

So I decided to do
a follow-up.

That, if you'll
excuse the expression,
is good news.

Mmm.

Is there any reason
why you wanted to
have dinner here?

They say when
you fall off a horse...

Yeah, but a horse doesn't
try and blow you up

and shoot you and bury you
in 10 feet of cement.

You gotta be
more careful, lady.

Hooker, I'm not about
to start tiptoeing around
controversial stories.

Nobody asking you
not to tip-toe

around controversial stories.

I'm just telling to be
more aware of situation.

People can be dangerous.

Why?

I have my own personal
police escort, don't I?

That's a leading question.

Why don't we discuss it
at length after dessert.

Your place or mine?

Claudia doesn't have
a key to mine.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)