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[club music playing]

[club music playing]

Fresh meat for the
meat rack, eh, babe?

As good for you as it is for me?

Anything for a ride.

Saddle up, we got you ponies.

Ecstasy.

Blow.

A brand new drug we're
running a special on.

Nirvana.

More bang for the same bang.

Hmm.

Sounds good to me.

[club music playing]

Evening, darling.

Come on in, water's fine.

Is this stuff dangerous?

Harmless.

Dentists give it to
their patients every day.

Hot and done, your dive
instructor tonight.

Do it to me.

Oh.

Be still, my racing heart.

Evening, boss.

Jackie's inside waiting for you.

Can't keep away, eh?

Lady knows what she likes,
and I know what she needs.

[club music playing]

I don't like this.

Everybody around here
knows who you are.

They find out who you
really are, your jammed bad.

I need to be
with you, baby, OK?

I'll worry about the rest.

You're dancin' on a razor.

You slip, you get cut in half.

Take me in back.

[heavy breathing]

Some people in your
business might not

understand you being with me.

Might give an undercover
cop like you a bad name.

I'm so bad, Johnny.

Yes.

You make me dirty.

[club music playing]

DJ (ON SPEAKER): Let's
give the lord an ovation.

Fight.

Check out the slam dancer!

Nirvana flashes.

Back off, she's in trouble!

Somebody call 911!

Not 'til Johnny OK's it.

But she's hurting, can't
you see we gotta help her?

Shut up!

Mind your own business,
before you get hurt.

She stopped breathing.

No heartbeat.

Pump her.

Come on, darling.

Come on back to us.

DJ (ON SPEAKER): Let's
give the lord an ovation.

Get Johnny.

DJ (ON SPEAKER): Fight.

What's the matter with you?

Knock.

There's a problem.

Girl's fading.

She needs an ambulance.

No ambulance.

Let her fade, then clean up
the mess, then pack the club.

We move tonight.

Johnny, you can't
just let a girl die.

[smack]

Don't nose in my business.

Ever.

Do what I tell you, Eric.

Come on, Jackie.

Bring it to me.

[theme music]

THEME SONG: Oh,
oh, oh, ooh, oh-oh.

Oh, ooh, oh, ooh ahh-ah ay.

Oh, ho-ooh oh.

Oh, yeahhh.

Mm-mmm, mm-mmm.

Ahh-oh!

[music playing]

Eric, amigo, hold on.

How's the girl?

You did take her to the
hospital, didn't you?

I got things to do, so?

I gotta know how she is.

You're always sticking
your flipping nose in.

What's the problem?

Why you hassling
my buddy, Cotton?

Well, I was just asking
him about the girl, Johnny.

You know, the one--

Ooh, she's not your problem.

We had good business
tonight, where's my cut?

Oh yeah, that reminds
me, I've been thinking

about moving on down the road.

Why?

You make money here.

I need you here,
you're my gas man.

Well, I've enjoyed
myself, I really have.

But you see, what I do is
more or less harmless stuff--

amusement, you know what I mean?

But that other stuff, the
selling all the drugs,

I never wanted to
have anything to do--

[choking]

You just do your
job, little man.

Nothing else concerns you.

And you'll quit when I fire you.

[music playing]

RITA: Morning, Bart.

[sighs] What are
you doing here?

I didn't call homicide.

We were on our
way to breakfast,

we heard about the
DB on the radio.

Thought we would stop by
and lose our appetite.

So what's wrong, you
don't love us anymore?

I'm a little
cranky, that's all.

Ah, how come?

It's nothing, it doesn't
even warrant discussion.

Sounds very serious.

I don't know why listen
the guy, he's so flaky.

Who?

Roger.

Roger.

He gave me this crystal.

Crystal?

Doc, crystals went out in
the late '70s, early '80s.

Yeah, well he told
me it would revitalize

my center or some such
nonsense, all right.

It's utter and
total bunk, so why

do I feel so bad on
the first morning I

forget the damn thing?

I don't know.

So what have we got here, Doc?

Woof, no mercy.

What'd they get her for?

Probably for being dead.

They get you for
everything else.

No parking after midnight.

What time she get the ticket?

2:07 AM.

Doc, you got a
preliminary time of death?

Thereabout.

Wait, so she pulls
in here after 2:00 AM,

she gets a ticket,
and then she dies?

No, no.

We're missing
something here, guys.

Right.

Maybe the meter maid iced her.

I don't see any
ballpoint pen moves,

Doc, you're losing your touch.

Maybe it's the crystal.

Maybe this is the answer,
you recognize this?

Yeah, yeah-yeah, from
the vice briefing memo.

Right.

BART: What is it?

It's an ID stamp
from a nightclub.

It's a place where they
sell drugs, cash and carry.

Bleed her into a toxy, Doc.
All right?

We'll see back to slab.

Thanks, Bart.

And my heart throbs
with anticipation.

CHRIS: Hey, Doc.

Hey, Doc.
What's up?

Sorry kids, no homicide today.

Well, look who's
in a better mood.

So, what do we got?

Well, let's start
with the hairline

rib fracture and a
chest contusion--

about the size of the fist.

So she got in a boxing match?

No, but somebody big tried
to jump start her heart.

What sent her into defib?

An overdose of a
psychoactive stimulant.

I analyzed the
molecular structure

and run it through
the PDR database--

it gives a listing of every
known prescription drug--

and I came up with zip.
No match.

So it's a designer
drug like ecstasy?

It's very similar to ecstasy,
it's also known as MDMA.

Street name is Nirvana.

The molecular structure,
though, is very similar.

So somebody is
cooking up batches

of a synthetic narcotic?

Yep.

All right, Doc.

Thanks.

See you later.

It's hexed.

CHRIS: Vice!

Where cops grow old, but never,
ever, ever, ever grow up.

Where men are still men.

Hey!

Good to see you, Lem.

Yeah!

After what we had, you
don't write, you don't call.

I feel so used.

Where the hell have you been?

Tagging and bagging.

You, uh, you look healthy.

Down to three packs a day.

How's it going, Rita?

Good, Lem, how are you?

Good.

Hey, Jackie, look
who's slumming.

Hi, Jackie.
How you doing?

Rita.

LEM: Hey, I barely
recognize this kid.

He did your job, Jackie,
and then left vice to become

a red ball homicide cop.

I know what he did.

Hey, I'm proud of him.

Let me buy you guys
a couple of jolts.

Oh, we'd love to,
but we're on the clock.

Hey, you guys get a
clothing allowance too?

Yeah, actually
we do, it's great.

We got expense accounts.

Homicide is great.

So what brings you sniffing
around an old vice dog's yard?

Your internal memo.

We found the black horse
stamped on the hand

of a Nirvana OD victim.

She was a young girl.

Johnny Rider
smokes another one.

Rider?

Yeah.

You remember the name, Chris?

Yeah, he's still
wheeling and dealing.

He's cooking up Nirvana, selling
it at his club The Meat Rack.

But hey, these drugs
are harmless, right?

That sounds like
a RICO dunk to me.

What's the hold up?

Nirvana's not scheduled as
a controlled substance yet.

It's still legal.

Yeah, and by the
time they schedule it,

he'll have another
one knocked off.

There's gotta be other
stuff being dealt, right?

Oh, yeah.

Coke, smack, he's a
full service operation.

Problem is is he's
gone mobile on us.

Changes location of his
club every couple of days.

We get ready to pop
him, poof, he's gone.

So you know where he is now?

Yeah.

He's in a warehouse
on Pier street.

Our informant says
he's having trouble

finding a new club
location, can't

move for a couple of days.

We're going to put the
brakes on him tonight.

You guys want in?

Lem?

Don't you think
homicide contributed

enough to this case?

LEM: Maybe a little
help wouldn't hurt.

We're doing diddly
squat on our own.

What do you say, Hoss?

No.

I mean, I'd like to
but-- but I got plans.

You've got-- no, you're going
to have to tell your plans

that she's going to wait.

Come on, Lorenzo!

You going to tell me that
you're going to walk away

from a chance to pop Rider?

Lets surprise the
bastard, you and me.

You have me home by midnight?

I think we can arrange that.

All right, Lem.

Where he goes, I go.
We'll be there.

Well, all right
We'll rendezvous

at 1900 hours with big guns
and bad attitudes, just

like old times.

Great, see you later.

So what's the deal?

I've never seen you drag your
heels over a raid bid before.

Getting a few gray
hairs, that's all.

Yeah right, and I
just hit menopause.

So you want to tell me
what really happened

between you and Johnny Rider?

Lem and I tried to bring
him down on a dealing

beef a couple years ago.
Didn't happen.

You want to write it out
in longhand for me, Sam?

We're going to get this
guy tonight, you know.

Look, it's no big deal.

I was a hotshot vice cop, and
my head got a little bit too big

for my hat.

Great.

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

All right, people.

That's a wrap.

Lorenzo, load 'em out.

All right, everybody out.

Hey.

I'm tired of
raiding empty rooms.

What is going on
with your informant?

I don't know,
I'll talk to him.

I'll see what happened,
and we'll just try again.

Hey, he verified this
location at 1700 hours.

How could Rider mysteriously
move out in three hours?

Come on, Lem, you know
how fast this guy is!

We've been after
him for six months.

No, you know how fast
he is, and you're going

to start sharing what you know.

You're going to introduce me
to your snitch at 0900 hours

tomorrow morning,
or I'm going to turn

the whole thing over to IA.

He'll walk.

If we lose the informant,
then we lose Rider.

- Who you covering for, Jackie?
- Nobody.

Hey.

You better get out
from underneath it,

before it falls on you.

[club music playing]

Hello, Jackie.

Didn't know you were such good
friends with Johnny Rider.

[club music playing]

JACKIE: Caine is smelling
this whole thing.

He knows I burned
the raid tonight.

He's your partner.

He trusts you.

He's closing in on my
informant tomorrow, Johnny.

If McCaine squeezes him,
he's going to give me up.

Can't have that.

Take your snitch
the out tonight.

Come on, Johnny.

You know I can't do that.

Johnny!

Do whatever I tell you to do.

Johnny, let me go.

This thing is over.

Johnny you're hurting me.

JOHNNY: Yeah?

Come on, Johnny.

Enough.

Over.

Only just begun.

ERIC: Allowed to be
up past midnight?

What are you, my mother?

Scanning for young stuff?

Like veal chops, do you?

Yeah, maybe.

How'd you hear about us?

Johnny and I do some business.

You got a problem with
that, you talk to him.

Me?

I don't need the hassle.

Got a lot of mouth on
you, for an old dude.

In you go.

What's up?

Keep an eye on grandpa.

[club music playing]

[club music playing]

[club music playing]

[club music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[whack]

CHRIS: Yo, what's
up, Lieutenant?

How did the raid
go down last night?

Oh, man, it was a total bust.

The warehouse was empty.

Now what's it got to do with--

Chris, I'm sorry.

You want me to
take care of this?

[ocean waves]

[seagulls cawing]

[dispatch sounds]

Looks like you made it to
the party after all, brother.

Lieutenant, did you see
Ruis around the station

this morning?

Nope.

She didn't make
roll call, either.

First time in three
years she's missed it.

APB is on the air.

So far, nothing.

You sleep good.

I want to be
temporarily reassigned

to vice to take this case.

Come on, Chris.

You're a homicide cop.

And this is a
homicide, isn't it?

Chris, I know why you left
vice, it's in your file.

Is that right?

I never read it, Lieutenant.
What's it say?

Come on, Chris.

You know what it says.

Look man, one dead cop's enough.

You know how dangerous Rider is.

I'll go after
my own time, then.

To come play vigilante now?

You going to make this some
sort of private vendetta?

It was my friend, Lieutenant.

It was my friend.

All right.

I'll put in the request
for reassignment.

Thanks.

You can make
those reservations

for two, Lieutenant.

Got one dead cop.

Possibly two.

Don't come back without Rider.

We're going to
shake the bushes

and find some of
Jackie's informants.

All right, we'll split up
the list, each take half,

save some time.

If she's alive, we've
got to get to her.

Right.

What?

Just a-- just a
feeling last night.

No, last night what?

Come on, what feeling?

You're holding out on me, Rita.

What?

Nothing.

If the feeling gets stronger,
I will let you know.

All right?

All right.

[music playing]

You Buco?

Sergeant Lance.

[music playing]

Got a nice scooter, don't she?

It's almost as nice
as yours, babe.

You know, Buco, coming from
you, that's a real compliment.

Listen, why don't you tell
me how you met Jackie Ruis.

The Meat Rack.

I worked the board for Johnny.

Got any more questions, it's
another pop and $20, babe.

Know what I like
about you, Buco?

Not a damn thing.

As a matter of fact,
sitting here with you

makes me kind of sick.

So don't push your
luck, all right?

Call me babe one
more time, I'm going

to send you back to the
joint for parole violation.

Yeah, how you
going to violate me?

I ain't done nothing.
- Oh, I am real creative.

So what's it going to be?

You going to play or pay?

All right, put your
rubber hose away, huh.

Good.

You dealing for Johnny?

Yeah, odds and ends.

Nirvana, mostly.

It's how I met Jackie.

She busted you?

Then we made an arrangement.

I talked and watch, you know.

A little info here and
there, who's doing what who,

that kind of drill.

She made it worth my while.

Why are you asking me all this,
Jackie got her tail in a crack?

Meaning what?

Maybe I know
something you don't.

Jackie.

She got hungry for
certain things.

She was hungry all the time.

So she's using.

Oh yeah, big time.

And not just Nirvana.

She and Johnny were hammering
each other good and regular.

A vice cop and a major
bad dude doing the nasty.

Seems like a conflict
of interest, don't it?

Hey, you know, if
Jackie's going south,

maybe you and me
can do business.

I got my ear to the
streets you know.

Yeah, well that's what happens
when you lie in the gutter.

Listen, you give me Johnny
Rider, there's green in it

for you.

All right?

Jackie Ruis was in too deep.

McCaine must have suspected.

That's why he was
busting her chops

last night after the raid.
- Killed her own partner.

Yeah, but we can't
know that for sure.

I mean, maybe Rider went
around Jackie to get to Lem.

And if that's the case,
then she's in danger.

You know?

You're in business.

The request for temporary
reassignment to vice

went through.
- Yes.

Rider case is yours.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Hey, I know how it is.

Let me caution you,
homicide is still the parent

jurisdiction in this case.

So I want the murderer first,
the drug dealer second.

Now if it's the same guy,
pat yourselves on the back.

Jackie was involved in
more than one shooting,

so there gotta be
ballistic reports.

Right.

My money says that we're
going to match the bullets

we found in Lem to her gun.

I really hope you're wrong.

We're moving back to the
warehouse on Pier street.

But the cops know that place.

They raided it once,
they came up empty.

They're not going to make
the same mistake twice.

Go, I'm right behind you.

Yes, sir.

Oh, good morning, lover.

Where's my partner?

Hmm.

I offed him with your piece.

You bastard.

Get rid of her.

Come on, Danny, maybe we
can work something out, huh?

You got nothing
worth dying for.

Now walk easy or I'll break it.

All right.

[music playing]

DANNY: Johnny!

Eric!

She's getting away!

Stop her!

The bullets that
killed Lem McCaine

came from Jackie Ruis'
service revolver.

It looks like your cop
killer was another cop.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Sure.

[phone rings]

You still want to plead
Jackie Ruis' defense case?

No, I--

I'm not ready to put a
noose around her neck, but--

what, you think she's so stupid
she would off her own partner

with her own gun?

I don't know, maybe
she got into a situation

where she had no
choice, no way out.

How many guns did you
carry when you were in vice?

I carried two.

Me too, and every other
vice cop I have ever known.

You carry one service
weapon, and one hide out

in your ankle holster, right?

Now she knows that
these tests are on file,

so why would she incriminate
herself when she could have

done them with her other gun?

Rita, you're reaching here.

All right, Jackie is dirty.

She and Rider are watching
each other's backs.

Let's talk to Lieutenant
Hudson about it.

[ambulance siren]

[music playing]

Mm.

I hope that's dinner.

No, this morning's
donuts, actually.

Make that some morning's donuts.

Ugh.

You know, every cop in Palm
Beach is after Jackie Ruis.

And everyone turns up zip.

Hmm.

Maybe she and Rider split,
after they took Lem out.

Yeah, or maybe she's dead.

I have a little
confession to make.

What's that?

Uh, your file
from the vice days

was on Lieutenant
Hudson's desk and I--

I peeked.

What'd you find out, sneak?

Nothing, damn it.
He walked in.

So you want to tell me
the deep dark secret

between you and Johnny Rider?

Let it rest, it's
ancient history.

Well, that's my favorite kind.

What?

How would you feel if I
were holding out on you?

I said, let it rest, Rita.

Fine.

It's a Medal of Valor.

It was Lem's.

He won it for saving my life.

He got tanked one night
and gave it to me.

He said that I deserved
it more than he did.

I didn't understand it, but
he said I would someday.

Wait a minute,
he saved your life?

You never told me about that.

Yeah.

Lem and I were partners.

We were on to Johnny
Rider for dealing.

He took me in as
an out-of-towner,

looking to buy a
large quantity heroin.

[sighs] It's all we
needed to put Johnny

Rider away for 20 years, but--

[music playing]

--last minute, things got bad.

[music playing]

LEM (ON RADIO): No matter
what, this deal goes down.

LEM: Hey, Johnny.

This is Chris This
your boy from Miami?

You ready to deal?

Come on, you gonna invite us in?

Pure as gold.

Straight from the triangle.

Ride the horse, rich boy.

No way man.

We do this my way or no way.

I make the rules here.

Hey, I brought you
here to deal, man.

Make it.

JOHNNY: Listen to your man.

All right.

I don't share syringes.

I got my roadie
in my back pocket.

Then go for it.

[whoosh]

Lem jumped on me, but it was--

it was too late.

Ryder had already
gotten off a shot.

It hit Lem.

Ryder went out the back door.

What about the backup unit?

They uh-- the wires went dead.
They never heard a thing.

Both wires?

Yeah, that's what the
debriefing report said.

I'm sorry, but
dead wires or not, it

sounds like Lem was willing
to burn you to make the bust.

No.

No, he just-- he just wanted
the collar, that's all.

Yeah, and he was
willing to take

you over the edge to do it.

Look, they don't pin medals
on you for that, Chris.

So that's why you
hesitated about the raid.

It wasn't about
Johnny Rider, it was

because you didn't want to
team up with Lem McCaine again.

[phone ringing]

CHRIS: (WHISPERS) Yeah.

Big C!

Brother, am I glad to see you.

These two have no sense
of humor whatsoever.

Is that right?

Thanks for coming,
I owe you one.

You owe me more
than one, Cotton.

You stay right here.
- Sure thing.

Come here, gentlemen.

Chris, old buddy, there
must be some clerical error

in the computers or something.

I swear I paid those
tickets last week.

Tell me how one individual
gets 38 tickets in a month?

All for the same violation,
parking over the lines.

It's ridiculous!

Beauty is a special
breed, she needs space.

She needs a zip code.

Don't let 'em
impound her, Chris.

Beauty is a classic.

She deserves better than to be
treated like a common criminal.

I promise I'll take
care of those tickets.

You working at
Johnny Rider's club?

Johnny who?

I've never heard him, I--

I don't know the man.

Some kids stuck this on me
at the beach, little bugger.

- Ahh.
- What are you doing?

Whose scuba equipment
might this be, Cotton?

Oh, that's mine.

I belong to the
Cousteau Society.

Jack and I were tight pards.
- Is that right?

What are you doing?

You know what, I've always
wanted to give this a try.

[gas seeps]

No!

No.

No, I mean, you need a
tight seal let me show you.

Nothing to it.

Deep breaths.

I understand that Johnny
Rider is selling nitrous oxide

at his club-- laughing gas--

selling it for $1 a
balloon, kids are sucking it

down and getting high.

You know anything
about that, Cotton.

You know you got
beautiful eyes.

[phone rings]

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Hi, it's me.

Listen, I just got
a computer blip

on Jackie Ruis' credit cards.

CHRIS (ON PHONE):
Her credit cards.

Uh-huh.

Someone used one last night
at the Tradewinds Motor lodge

on Biscayne for room rent.

Yeah, well, I'm ready to go.

You take backup with you.

This is our case, right?

You are my backup.

All right I'm 20 minutes away.

You wait for me.

I want you to take
Mr. Dunn downtown

and impound his vehicle.

[laughs] He's kidding.

You're kidding, right?

Thank you.

JACKIE: Candace?

Housekeeping.

JACKIE: No habla
ingles, senorita.

Back away.

Drop your gun.

Get over by the bed, place
your fingers behind your head.

You're under arrest, Jackie.

I didn't kill
Lem, if it matters.

Yeah, well your gun did.

Rider took my gun.
He killed Lem.

He set me up, wired me tight.

I never meant for any
of this to happen.

I really messed things up.

Yeah, you did.

Yeah, well, you
know you're rights,

you don't to say anything else.

[sighs] You wouldn't
believe me, anyway.

So what the hell?

You're right, I wouldn't--

Hey, come on, can I
have a cigarette first?

[sighs] Fine.

Sit down on the bed.

Thanks.

So where were you the
night that Lem was killed?

I was at Johnny's
new location.

I don't know, Lem
must have followed me.

How'd he find out
that you went dirty?

He didn't.

He just thought our informant
was jerking us around.

He thought my rat
was going sideways.

He never knew it was me.

How'd you get so lost, Jackie?

I don't know?

I thought I was doing the
job Lem asked me to do.

Get close to Johnny
any way I could,

and find out about
his operation.

[scoffs] Did you ever
read the vice manual?

It says never sleep
with the enemy.

I was undercover!

The manual means
nothing down here.

It means everything!

I needed the collar.

At least that's what
I started off needing.

Johnny made me use drugs.

He wanted to make sure
I was on the up and up,

then we became lovers.

I justified it.

I said anything for
the cause, you know?

He got under my skin, Rita.

He's like a needle in
my arm, I don't know.

I never needed anybody like
that before in my life.

You got your partner killed.

And you're almost let
your own life slip away.

It's only a job, Jackie.
It's just a job.

(WHISPERS) Yeah.

Come on, let's go downtown.

[grunting and heaving]

[whack]

[ceramic shattering]

You could've got
yourself killed.

Would you stop?

This is embarrassing enough.

Oh, man.

She get my car?

No, but she got your
gun and got a head start.

Jackie's not going
anywhere, until she

takes care of business.

Which is what?

Which is seek and destroy.

She'll kill Johnny Rider.

He seduced her, took
her over the edge,

and then he killed
Lem with her gun.

She can't live with that.
- Oh, man.

Part of me would
like to sit back

and let Jackie take him out.

Well, why don't you kick
the other part's butt,

and let's get out of here.

One murder does not
justify another one.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Man
- Head rush.

Woo.

You know, there's got to
be a way into Johnny Rider.

Let's back home Jackie
and Lem's snitches,

maybe we missed something.

Oh, there might
be an easier way.

What's that?

A bad penny turned
up under foot today,

namely one Cotton Dunn--

jack of all trades.

Master of none.

Isn't it a little early
in the day for him

to be crawling out from
underneath his rock.

Mm.

No.

Not only that, but hell no.

A close encounter of any
kind with Johnny Rider

could have decidedly
fatal results.

You better look
at the flip side

of the coin on this, Cotton.

This could be a
good deal for you.

Thank you kindly,
I reckon I'll just

do whatever time the
judge sees fit to lay

on me for this nitrous
oxide misunderstanding.

A little roadwork could be
beneficial in my tan-- put

a little blush on my cheeks--

certainly preferable to the
cold, gray pallor of death,

don't you think?

A girl died of a drug overdose
at Rider's last rave party.

Now if we push it, we can get
you as an accessory to murder.

I may be simple,
but I just don't

see you making that one stick.

Well, I guess he
really doesn't give

a damn about anything after all,
especially that stupid excuse

for a car he has.
- Beauty?

What's she got to do with this?

Well, so you can do the
time on the laughing gas beef.

But now these unpaid
parking violations,

that's a whole
different synopsis.

You go to jail, well,
Beauty's a distant memory.

What are you talking about?

You see the car has
to go to auction to pay

for your parking fines, right?

Probably be sold for scrap,
end up in the grocery

store's dog food cans.

[whistles] Woo.

No.

No, they can't do
that to Beauty.

You can't let 'em do that.

You gotta help me.

Her fate is in
your hands, Cotton.

Now help is a two
way street, isn't it?

This other matter
with the nitrous oxide,

that charge will be set aside?

Well, that's between
you and the DA.

I mean, we could put a
good word in for you.

But even if you lose, Beauty
we'll be there waiting

for you, when you come out.

If something goes wrong
and Johnny slips the snare,

I'll be lucky to go to jail.

Can I get some coffee?

My nerves are shot.

Beethoven drank 50
cups of espresso a day,

did you know that?

Fascinating.

Absolutely inter--
you know what, Cotton,

are we going to have to sit
here and watch you drink

50 cups of coffee,
before you tell us where

Rider's going to be tonight?

Warehouse.

Pier Street.

Nope, you're feeding us
yesterday's news, Cotton.

We raided that
warehouse, it was empty.

All right, Sam,
let's take him in.

I'm telling you the truth.

He went back there,
knew it would be safe.

Honest.

I'm being straight with you.

No, you couldn't be straight
if a ruler shoved up your--

You lie, you lose, Cotton.

What time's he
going to be there?

Hard to tell, he's not
a time clock kind of guy,

you know what I mean?

That girl, I tried to help.

It's important to me
that you two know that.

But Johnny and the guys--

wish I could've done something.

Enough with the
coffee, all right?

Your nerves already shot.

Let's go.

Will you relax?

You're going to have to pull
yourself together, if we're

going to make this happen.
- Relax?

I'll tell you what, why don't
you just shoot me right now,

and get this whole
suspense thing over--

Oh, Cotton,
please don't whine--

--with entirely.

--it is not becoming on you.

[car engine]

Ah, here's Chris.

Time to roll.

Come on, let's roll.

Whoa nelly, wait
one damn minute.

Where's Beauty?

Cotton, get in the van.

But the deal was
we are supposed--

No, I know what the deal was.

Look, it's difficult to go
undercover in a convertible.

Get in the van.

Johnny's not going to know
me in this piece of crap.

Well, he will soon
enough, won't he.

Get in the van, Cotton,
before I throw you in the van.

All right?

You'll get your Lincoln
when we get back.

If we get back.

This whole Trojan horse
maneuver is suspect.

Hell, it's only worked once
in how many thousand years?

Cotton, get your
bony butt in the van.

Well, I have
been losing weight.

I'm so glad you noticed.

Thank you.

JACKIE: Move and I'll kill you.

You gotta be crazy
coming back here, Jackie.

He'll waste you.

Put those on.

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Open it up, the man with the
flying carpets has arrived.

What's up, Cotton?

Where's your boat?

Oh, she's in dry dock--
the shop, you know?

Oh girls getting kind
of unpredictable on me

in her old age.

Hey Danny, look I got
to set up my tanks.

What you so twitchy about?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Everything's jim-dan-dandy.

Where you going, Danny?

Danny?

What you got
back here, weasel?

Situation here.

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[gun fires]

It's a little late to be
playing cop, isn't it Jackie?

Whore fits you a little better.

[tires screeching]

You son of a bitch.

Back away, Jackie!

Shoot her she's
going to kill me.

Put the gun down, Jackie.

He's not armed, put it down.

Come on, Jackie, there's
still a way out for you.

No.

There's nothing left for
me, nothing but this.

Jackie, don't do this.

Look, we can talk this through.

Can't you see, he
killed me a long time ago.

How do you know
when you're dead?

[gun fires]

[handcuffs closing]

Lem was a good cop,
worked vice with him

for over a year and a
half, and he was always

on the money like a machine.

Instinct.

Knew just what to do
to make a bust go down.

Even if it meant pushing
his partner over the line,

risking his partner's life?

I don't think he had
to push Jackie too hard.

I wasn't talking
about Jackie, Sam.

I was talking about you.

I don't think he had to
push me too hard, either.

I mean, come on, Rita,
you know what it's like.

I mean, you're ready to
knock a whole place down.

You know there are
bad guys in there

with guns, guns bigger than
you got, but you don't care.

You're going to go in anyway,
because that's your job.

You start pumping
those shallow breaths,

and you got adrenaline
flying through your veins.

I know, but there's uh--

there's that fine
line, you know?

You gotta stay in
control or you get lost.

Lem was out of control.

Yeah.

Hand to hand combat.

Take no prisoners.

Kick ass.

Ugh!

You miss it, don't you?

No.

No?

I'm surprised.
I thought I would.

But I like this.

I like what I do,
and I'm good at it.

I guess Lem just stuck
with what he was good at.

Jackie, too.

[scoffs] No, Jackie stayed
in vice for the kicks.

I mean, she was a
thrill junkie, you know?

She would get right
to the edge, and then

she would take one more step.

I thought she was going to
run me over when we busted

that first warehouse, she
had to be the first person

through the door.

I guess she thought
sleeping with the enemy

was the ultimate challenge.

To be on both sides of the
fence, and not get caught.

Yeah, well she got caught.

She brought herself down.

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