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NARRATOR: Previously
on "Silk Stalkings."

I can't lift my right arm.

You're out of action for
a while Sergeant Lorenzo.

Some sicko really went into
overkill on this poor girl.

This was sexual torture.

This freak really likes
his work, doesn't he?

He tried to kill me.

He was wearing a weird mask.

You've got to help me!

Cap, I'm telling you.

Rita needs me.
- Go ahead.

Go with her and
keep her company.

But you stay the hell out
of the action, Lorenzo.

Rita, behind you!

I shouldn't have been there.

I almost got her killed.

I'm not ready.

I'm finished.

[music playing]

[girl gasping for air]

STRANGLER (ON TV): If
you saw the big picture--

JUNE (ON TV): No!

STRANGLER (ON TV): --I'm sure
that you would understand.

[june gasping]

But then if you did,
you wouldn't be here.

Would you?
JUNE (ON TV): Just let me go!

Just let me go, please!

STRANGLER (ON TV): You see--
JUNE (ON TV): No!

STRANGLER (ON TV): --in nature--

JUNE (ON TV): No!

STRANGLER (ON TV):
--the weak and the slow

are called by predators.

It keeps the herd strong.

Don't you see how lucky you are?

I'm giving your life purpose.
JUNE (ON TV): No!

No!

STRANGLER (ON TV):
What's happening to you

now is making me noble, worthy.

And oh so beautiful.

JUNE (ON TV): Please!

No!

[theme music]

[vocalizing]

RITA: OK, I'll
talk to you later.

Any word?

No, nothing.

I can't stand the guilt.
I feel like a parent

whose kids run away from home.
This is terrible.

It's not your fault, Captain.

I should have never
let him come with me.

I suppose a missing persons
report is jumping the gun?

Yeah.

Look, why don't we just
give him some time.

I mean, I've left
messages everywhere.

He just doesn't want
to be found right now.

Work his beeper.

He hates that thing.

Maybe we can annoy
him into checking in.

OK.

[phone rings]

[music playing]

[beeper beeps]

[music playing]

Hi, have a seat.

Do I have to
look at a dead guy?

Only his picture.

Here we go.

Angel, was this the guy Junie
went away in the car with?

Yeah, that's him.

All right.

Well, we haven't been
able to find the car.

Now, you're sure it
was a Rolls, right?

Yeah.

Two toned, like I said.

OK.

Listen, thanks for coming in.
I appreciate it.

You did good.
- Did he--

I mean, is he the
guy who killed Junie?

Sergeant Lance, may I
say that you are looking

particularly photogenic today.

Atticus, we're-- I'm
kind of in the middle

of something right now.

Oh, it won't take a moment.

See, I gave Chris
some of my inventory

to help speed his recuperation.

I was hoping to get them back.

Well, I thought
those were a gift.

Only a loan, dear lady.

Only a loan.

Well, no, I haven't seen him.

So if you'll excuse us.

Do you know when
he might be in?

No, now go away.

Are we done,
'cause I gotta go.

Yeah.

You know, I don't really
think it's a good idea

for you to go back out there.

So you know, maybe what
if you went back home?

No way.

I'm safer on the streets.

Besides, I need the money.

ATTICUS: Excuse
me, excuse me but I

couldn't help but overhear.

Of course you couldn't,
Atticus, you never went away.

Now, now, if the young
lady's looking for employment,

I might be able to help.

Look, the last thing
she needs is to get

involved in one of your scams.

Scams?

You wound me.

I am a legitimate purveyor
of family entertainment

home video deliveries.

An idea before its time.

I even got a slogan for
video fun, call Atticus Dunn.

Business is booming.

I'm running myself ragged.

I need somebody to
help me deliver tapes.

Angel, Atticus Dunn.

It is a pleasure and an
honor to meet you, ma'am.

Wow dude, you're
really out there.

Out there.

[sighs].

I heard about Chris.

Are you OK?

Yeah, just a little stressed.

Yeah, well speaking
of stress, Andrea hit me

with her settlement yesterday.

Oh, George, I'm sorry.

How are you doing?

Well about as good as any man
facing financial ruin can be,

Oh.

By the way I understand that
a congratulations is in order.

Well, not really.

Don't be so modest,
it was a good shoot.

Yeah, but the killer's
still out there.

Are we any closer?

No, I ran an interstate check.

Nobody's reported a stolen
Rolls matching that description

in the last two years.

So we are back to square one.

Keep trying.

OK, thanks.

See you.

Bye.

[music playing]

[car horn beeps]

Hey, go around will you?

Hey, it's you.

Great news.

I sold everything.

That business is so good,
I hired a girl to help out.

Come by later.

I've got some new
movies for you.

How new?

They're playing at
your local theater.

That's new.

Now I'm just curious.

How do you manage to
get them before they--

before they come out?

[music playing]

Evening Angel.

What'll it be?

Sex on the beach.

I'm celebrating.

I got me a job.

BARTENDER: That's
very nice for you.

I hope it's something
off the street.

Totally.

I'm like, delivering
videos for this goofy guy.

I mean, the pays not great
but it's better than hustling.

Good for you, girl.

May I get that for you?

I can buy my own drinks.

Of course you can.

But please would you allow me?

No strings attached,
I promise you.

Well it better not because
I'm headed for better things.

Oh, yes.

Of course you are.

Absolutely.

I could see that the
moment I laid eyes on you.

Cool.

So you're on vacation?

[music playing]

Hello, my darling.

I'm so glad that you're awake.

I wouldn't want you
to miss any of this.

Don't-- don't get crazy.

I'll do whatever you want.

I know that you will.

You're going to be
very good indeed.

Aren't you?

Oh.

It's OK.

You want to-- you want
to get a little freaky?

You want to play rough?
I can handle it.

Just don't get carried away, OK?

[grunts]

Don't cheapen it.

Is that what you think this is?

You pathetic little fool.

This is as close to real
grace as you will ever come.

[music playing]

Today-- today is your birthday.

The day that you transcend.

The day that you become--

[angel cries]

Dammit.

Did you know this one too?

Yeah.

Her name was Angel.

You know, if you want to
step back from this one,

I understand.

No, just-- just tell
me what you've got.

Well, it's not good, Rita.

Taylor, just tell
me what you've got.

Death was caused
by strangulation.

Probably the same strap.

Multiple burns, lacerations.

Killed like all the other girls.

Bastard really took his
sweet time on this one.

Rita?

You the primary on this case?

Yes.
You are?

Eric Russell.

I'm a writer.

Sergeant Lance.

You are with the press?

Yeah, well, sometimes.

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't have a comment.

I only do special
assignments for the "New

York" and "Miami Mirror."

Actually, I'm an author.

Nonfiction.

That's nice.

Listen, I know
how you must feel.

I used to be a cop.

I wrote a book on serial
killers, "Killing Disease."

It's a bestseller.

Maybe you heard of it?

No, afraid I haven't.

Oh.

Well, that's neither
here nor there.

I flew down the minute the
story broke in New York.

I think you've got something
very similar to what

I've been working on.

Why don't you do us
all a favor, Mr. Russell?

Go back to New York and
let us do our job, OK?

She was tortured and then
strangled with a leather

strap, wasn't she?

I've been tracking
this guy for six years.

He's on another killing cycle.

I just want to
tell you about it.

Maybe we could
exchange information.

Where are you staying?

Bayview Arms.

I'll let you know
when we catch him.

Goodbye.

LIPSCHITZ: Yes, sir.

Yeah, I-- I know.

It's a major snafu.

Yeah, I have no idea but I
can assure you that it did

not come from this department.

Lance!

Yes, well, yes, I
completely agree with you.

The tourist industry does
not need to take another hit.

Yes, well, it's good
hearing from you again.

I will.

Goodbye, sir.

Look, I have kissed some
major butt in my day

but that guy had me
counting his teeth.

I knew this guy
couldn't be trusted.

Gotta hand it to him though--

the man does know his stuff.

Wait-- wait a second.

Did I just miss something?

The mayor did a tap dance
on your head because of Eric

Russell and you're impressed?

What can I say?

I'm a complicated man.

He wrote a hell of a book.

Did you read it?

It's top of my list.

You know, if this
guy Russell is correct,

then we're dealing
with a first class

wacko with a very high IQ.

Want you to call him in here and
pick his brain, off the record.

No, no.

Captain, I will not let some
tabloid book pusher insinuate

himself into my investigation.

I won't do it.

Really?

I understand that you had more
than a passing acquaintance

with the two girls.

So if you feel your
personal involvement

might cloud your judgment--

It won't.

[phone rings]

is there anything else?

Yeah, Lipshitz.

No, I have no
comment at this time.

Yeah, the circus
has come to town.

OK, get Russell in here ASAP.
What are you waiting for?

Move.

Move.

Oh yeah, the burning is back.

You're working real hard
on the town, I can see.

What are you doing here?

Gee, Chris, it's
good to see you too.

OK, let's start this again.

Hey, Rita.

How you doing?

You didn't have to do this.

I'm off the force.

We're not partners anymore.

Yeah, what about friends?

You know, you got
a lot of nerve.

You know that?

I mean, I've been covering
for you for the past two weeks

because I thought
you needed some time.

But come on.

Enough is enough, Chris.

Julian is worried
sick about you.

The captain is getting an ulcer.

You knew where I was?

Chris, I'm your
best friend you idiot.

How many times have you
told me about this place?

Well, if you're
trying to cheer me up

you're not doing
a very good job.

All right, I'm sorry.

Look, I know you
think you screwed up

but that's not the way
it happened, all right?

I couldn't cover you, Rita.

I put you in danger
because I missed the rush.

Because I couldn't
stand how feeble I felt.

Yeah, well, if you
hadn't warned me, Chris,

we wouldn't be having
this discussion.

You saved my life.

Yeah, well, I don't
see it that way.

You know what?

You can see it however you like.

I just liked to know
how much longer you're

going to wallow in self-pity.

Excuse me?

Yeah, I need to
know how much longer

you're going to be on leave.
- No, I quit.

Remember, I'm not a cop anymore.
- You can't quit me.

You're my partner.

You're not making any sense.

No, you're not going
to bail out on me now.

You know that.

You owe me.

Look, I got a serial
killer on my hands, Chris.

The captain and the press
are snapping at my heels.

So I want you to
get off of your butt

and quit feeling like
you're the only person

who's ever made a mistake.

OK, so we all know you're human.

Now big surprise.

Get over it.

I need you back at work.

I need a partner.

[music playing]

You shoved me.

You deserved it.

Never knew you had
such a bad temper.

You have to get a
handle on that if you

expect me to work with you.

Get in the house.

Change your clothes.

Now!

Go!

[music playing]

Yeah, come.

So, Lorenzo, you
have a nice vacation?

Yes, I did.

And don't think you're getting
paid for those two weeks.

Didn't expect to be, Cap.

I never turned
in the paperwork.

Officially, you never quit.

But the rules are
still the same.

You've got to requalify on the
shooting range for active duty.

Until then, you
are riding a desk.

Is that clear?
- You've got it.

Good to have
you back, Lorenzo.

It's good to be back, Cap.

Right.

OK, yeah.

OK.

I'll talk to you later.
Right.

Bye, bye.

Detectives, wanted you
to say hi to Eric Russell.

Eric.

We've all ready met.

Sergeant Lance, glad
we'll be working together.

Unofficially.

It's a figure of speech,
working together.

Consulting, trading information.

He's an ex-cop so
the lines blur.

Well, not for me.

Why don't you two bring what
you have into my office, huh?

See you in a minute.

- You like him.
- What?

Oh, yeah.

You like him.

Please I can tell.

Your hair gets all bushy,
like a startled cat.

You're crazy.

Can't fool me, Sam.

I'm your partner.

You like him.

The seaside Strangler
first surfaced in Rhode

Island seven years ago.

Three girls were found murdered
near the beach, tortured

and strangled.

That's his signature.

After that, he moved on.

Was inactive for six months
until bodies started showing

up again in Massachusetts.

Since then, he's worked his
way down the Atlantic seaboard.

And counting the 3 here,
he's killed 13 women.

How do you know so
much about this guy?

Well, I got interested in the
subject when I was in the NYPD.

And before I knew it,
I'd written a book.

So what makes you think
you can help us, Mr. Russell?

Eric.

This guy moves
around so frequently

that no single police
agency, not even the FBI,

has all the facts.

And I've been on this
guy for six years.

I've been everywhere he's been.

And what I know can help you
anticipate his next move.

Yeah, well, after your
article in the paper,

he may be anticipating ours
if he's not already gone.

No actually, the attention
makes him feel important.

And he doesn't know that
I know about his tapes.

What tapes?

He videotapes his murders.

Sells them as snuff films.

MR. RADOVAN: Hello?

Hello?

Come.

Nice set up you got here.

Fantastic.

Copy the tape and send it
to those names on the list.

Your money is in the
package, Mr. Radovan.

How was it this time?

Was she--

Not the best.

Not even the worst.

Just ordinary I'm afraid.

Have you given my
offer any more thought?

Yes.

And the answer is still no.

Please.

I could double your money.

I said no.

No extra copies.

Only those names on the
list, you understand me?

Yes, of course.

The people I deal
with, by necessity,

are a very small and
exclusive group, Mr. Radovan.

What I have to
offer is very rare.

Very valuable.

If I should hear any extra
copies floating around,

and you know who I would
come and see, don't you?

I was only asking.

Don't ask again.

You may, however, make a copy
for yourself as you always do.

No, I never.

Please Mr. Radovan, it's
just the two of us here now.

I know you have
copies of all my work.

Don't you?

Yes.

Those girls they live in
your dreams, don't they?

Yes.

And when you watch them,
do they satisfy you?

Is it enough?

Yes, more than enough.

I envy you.

Now go.

I said get out.

Just got a hit off the NCIC.

Guy by the name Milan Radovan,
Eastern European emigre.

Residing at 3752 Oceanside.

Now he was busted four years
ago for trafficking kiddie porn.

And he's also got
one for pirating.

Telling you, this could
be our distributor.

Lance, get back up.
I want to bring this guy in.

Stay.

Ugh.

WOMAN (ON RADIO):
Units in vicinity

of Oceanside and Dunhill,
we have a code five.

Apprehend suspect
37-52 Oceanside.

All units, please be advised.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

MAN: It's me.

What do you want?

You told me to come by,
pick up some more tape.

Also, I need to use
your facilities.

Right, one moment.

[knocking on door]

One moment!

[knocking on door]

I'm very busy.
Here.

Yes, but if you
don't mind, I--

I need to use the--

No, I said I'm busy!

Go!

[siren wailing]

Please, Mister, don't hurt me.

What did I ever do to you?

Yes, my sweet.

Yes, you are so
beautiful, so beautiful.

Mister, no, no!

[screaming]

Mark, uh, take
him into number two.

You murdering psycho!

I'll drive a stake
through your heart!

Take him to holding!

Calm down, calm down!

Hey, what has gotten into you?

Calm down.

All Right here.

Here.

What is it?

I thought I'd seen
it all, but this--

this is impossible.

You wanna tell us about this?

What is it?

Don't even think about
playing that with us.

We just saw the
tape, you maggot.

Your prints are all over it.

This state,
accessory to murder

is just about as good
as the real thing.

I don't know nothing
about no murder.

You know what?
Forget accessory.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're the guy.

You killed those two girls.

I buy used stock
from all over.

I don't know what's
on those tapes.

I just record over them.

Let me tell you
something, Mr. Radovan,

I'm gonna make sure you never
see the light of day again.

Because with you, it's personal.

Rita, can I talk
to you a second?

Yeah.

His alibi checked out.

We need more time, George.

I hate to say this, but we
don't have enough to nail him.

What are you talking about?
You saw the tape.

But it's not enough
to indict for murder.

The best we can do is
trafficking in pornography

and video piracy.

Right, let's not have
a debate here, all right?

There's not much time.

That psycho is still out there.

Rita, I want you to
head up a task force.

I'll authorize the
overtime and the manpower,

and I'll put Chris in
charge of organizing

the team assignments, OK?
- OK.

How much longer can
we sweat Radovan for?

One more day, two max.

Uh, Rita, a call
for you in here.

- Who is it?
- Uh, Eric Russell?

What does he want?

I couldn't tell you.

Well, I'll take
it on my desk, OK?

Thanks for meeting.

I didn't think you'd come.

Well, I almost didn't.

What made you
change your mind?

I was hungry.

Lunch is a good
way to break the ice.

Well, this isn't
exactly lunch, is it?

It's, uh, a meeting with food.

Ah.

So what, uh, did you
wanna see me about?

Right.

He's deviating from
his pattern, you know.

I think he might be ready.

For what?

To get caught.

OK, I'm listening.

They're addicted to killing?

Killing is their high,
but once it wears off,

they get very depressed,
even suicidal.

Well, you aren't
suggesting a recovery program

for serial killers, are you?

No, not at all.

But I think it's useful to
recognize it as a disease.

Well, you can call
it whatever you like,

but what I saw on that tape
today was plain old evil.

All I'm saying is that,
like all addicts, if they

keep trying to recapture
their last high

by upping the next dose.

Which, in their
case, is murder.

Exactly.

Only, they more they kill,
the harder it is for 'em

to get off, feel anything.

I didn't know they
were capable of feelings.

Well, not the same
way you or I feel.

See, they're isolated creatures.

Killing is the only time that
really makes 'e feel alive.

When the thrill is
gone, then boom,

they either kill themselves
or they break their pattern

and get caught.

What?

You have food right
there on your face.

So Sergeant Lance,
can I call you "Rita"?

Not yet.

[gunshot]

Lorenzo, what the hell
do you think you're doing?

Getting back on the job, Cap.

You don't let
yourself heal, you're

gonna be putting in for
early retirement instead

of active duty.

Don't bet on it, old man.

[gunshots]

Getting better
all the time, Cap.

Better all the time.

Hi.

Uh, I've been a total jerk.

Yes, you have.

I'm sorry, Jillian.

I really am.

You're gonna be paying for
this for a very long time.

And if you ever do this to
me again, I'll kick you back.

Oh, I missed you.

I missed you so much.

[chuckling]

You get anything
out of Radovan yet?

Nothing, no.

He hasn't even
asked for a lawyer.

Frankly, I'm getting
a little worried.

Sounds pretty sure of himself.

Oh, I asked Mr.
Russell, Eric, to come in.

I wanted him to see the
tape and pick his brain.

Cap, I'm not sure if
that's such a good idea.

Strictly off the record.

What I see here today stays in
this room, till they catch him.

Eric spotted
something interesting.

Look.
- All right, look.

You see that?

Our tech stripped
out the voices

and enhanced the
background noises.

ERIC: All right, look at that.

That red light, that neon,
it's coming through a window.

Ah, so what do you figure?

Some kind of commercial,
industrial district?

Not gonna be an upper floor.

Well, why do you say that?

This guy fancies
himself as a predator.

He likes to keep his
lair in a high place

so he can look down, see
the terrain, feel superior.

Wait a second.
Stop that.

Can you turn that back a little?

Yeah.

RITA: Can you turn
up the volume, Cap?

LIPSCHITZ: Yeah.

RITA: You hear that?

It's a jet engine.

A big one.

Sounds like it's just taken off.

So we're looking for
a big, empty building

facing a red neon
sign, near the airport.

I know where this is.

Belvedere Road.

[siren wailing]

LIPSCHITZ: This is the Palm
Beach Police Department.

[banging on door]

Open the door now!

Call forensics and CSU,
get them over here now.

Well, you found
this place, Rita.

This was a good call.

Yeah, well, we're a
little late, Captain.

Come on, give
yourself a break.

You got us a crime scene.

Look at this place.

It's amazing.

He was actually here.

Nobody has ever gotten
this close before.

Think our killer was
smart enough to wear gloves?

Probably.

Nobody's ever found any prints.

Hm.

I wonder if Mr. Radovan
was that careful.

[siren wailing]

Why don't you take
a look at these--

Why are you--

Look at 'em.

What is this?

What am I looking at?

These, Mr. Radovan, are photos
of a man after he was executed

in a Florida electric chair.

As you can see from the ticked
off expression on his face,

it didn't go very well.

Yeah, see, right after the
executioner through the switch,

it put 20,000 volts
into his body.

Chair malfunctioned.

Yeah, I hate it
when that happens.

You know, I think I remember
this one right here.

His head burst
into flames, right?

Well, I think it did.

See, that would explain
those nasty burns.

What is that?

Uh, medium,
medium-well, I'd say.

Hm.

It took him what, about
15 minutes to die?

Mm-hm.

Think he was
conscious for all that?

Uh, yeah, he must have been.

He was screaming the whole time.

Nasty.

Why are you telling me this?

Why?

Why?

Because, Mr. Radovan,
we're done with you.

Done?

Mm-hm.

What do you mean, "done"?

"Done" as in finished.

We don't need you anymore.

See, we found
your fingerprints

all over the blinds.

You're toast.

Ooh, that was a bad
choice of words.

If I were you, Mr.
Radovan, I'd call my lawyer.

Not that it's gonna
do any good, but--

Well, not necessarily.

I mean, with all his
appeals, he might

get him, you now, a few extra
years, if he has the juice.

Darn it, I did it again.

You did it again.

I didn't do it.

It wasn't me, I swear.

Goodbye, Mr. Radovan.

We won't be in touch.

I want a deal!

Do you hear me?

I'll tell you everything,
but I want a deal!

Gentlemen, we now have a face.

So this is him?

Yeah.

He's real.

Sometimes, I felt like
I was chasing a ghost.

But George, we find him,
we got enough to pick him up?

Sure, but it's not a lock.

We don't have any
physical evidence.

And I'd hate to go into
court with only Radovan

as my star witness.

Radovan give us a name yet?

No, Chris is
still working him,

but I don't think
he knows anything.

Now, the killer gave him 10
grand for every tape he sent

out to the group on this list.

Oh, yeah.

Collector's list.

Mostly deal in
child pornography.

The elite are into snuff.

OK, I want copies of this
list passed on to all the state

and federal agencies.

I'll see to it.

What about Radovan?

Well, he'll dodge the chair,
but this was strike three,

so he's out.

Which still leaves
us with the Strangler.

Now, how do we know
he hasn't taken off?

Because he can't.

He knows you're close, but
he's in the trance phase

of his cycle.

He can't leave until
he kills again,

which gives you one
more shot before he

vanishes and starts up again.

Captain, I'd like you
to authorize a sweep.

Get all the hookers,
runaways off the street,

and replace 'em with
decoys, myself included.

No, Rita, don't you
think it'd be better if you

ran this operation from here?

No, I we don't.

Don't have enough female
officers as it is,

and I would like
to be out there.

Hey, Chris, you got a second?

Hey.
Yeah, what's up?

Still got that
scan on your charger?

Uh, yeah.
Why?

Well, I need a favor.

You still read me, Captain?

[whistling]

MAN: Hey, darling.

Trust me, boys, I'm not the
girl that you're looking for.

Come on, Rita, let's
get rid of little Abner.

Come on, honey, we're
willing to share ya.

I got $100 in my pocket.

Sorry, boys, I'm
a city employee.

I can only do one job at a time.

Are we having fun
yet, guys, or what?

All dressed up
and nowhere to go.

You know, this could
really ruin my self-esteem.

Wait a second, what is this?

He's got a Rolls?

No, it's a Bentley.

No wonder we couldn't find it.

Good evening.

Hi, Mister.

You want a date?

I would be
honored if you would

spend the evening with me.

RITA (ON RADIO):
You've got manners.

I like that.

Most guys I run into just wanna
get right down to business.

Give me a 10-27 on
the two-tone Bentley.

John, Edward, Boy, 23, Tom,
heading west on Strong.

Give him a block lead.

This is a really nice car.

Did you win one of those
sweepstakes or something?

No, no.

I'm an entrepreneur.

Do you have family
in Palm Beach?

RITA (ON RADIO): Oh, no.

I'm from--

Hey, hey!

What the hell is wrong?

She's breaking up.

[static]

You gotta fix this
connection, damn it!

What's wrong?

MAN (ON RADIO):
Why don't you tell

me a little about yourself?

RITA (ON RADIO): I went
to, um, beautician's school

for a while, but
then I got bored.

MAN (ON RADIO): So
you decided to come--

[static]

This can't be happening!

Don't lose that car.

Get closer!

Hey, hey, get around that truck!

We lost 'em, we lost 'em!

All units, 11-99, 11-99.

I'm pulling the plug.

Code 19-99.

Officer in trouble.

Officer in trouble.

You know, I don't mind
coming to your house.

Is it-- um, you think
it's big enough?

Oh, yes, it's big enough.

RITA: There's some really
nice houses around here.

Nice digs.

(ON RADIO) I never been to
such a fancy address before.

[static] That's styling.

What, sweetie, what's wrong?

Nothing, my dear.

Absolutely nothing.

All units, Bentley is
parked in driveway 321 Palm.

Code 11-99.

We have a 10-35.

Dangerous suspect,
requesting backup.

Oh, yes.

We're going to do very well.

Very well, indeed!

[grunting]

They know where we are.

My backup will be
here any minute.

You ungrateful wretches!

I do your work.

I clean up the refuse.

And this is the
way you treat me?

You fools!

Well, it seems we're gonna have
to dispense with the foreplay

then and go right
to the main event.

[beeping]

[beeping]

Chris, look out!

You see?

The weak were not
meant to survive!

[gunshot]

Ugh!

[gunshots]

[panting]

Ugh.

You OK?

Yeah.

I blew it.

I should have been here sooner.
- You got here.

That's all that matters.

Not so tight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

[radio chatter]

Ow.
Ow.

You trying to tear my
arm from the socket?

You bruised a bone, Sergeant.

I've gotta Immobilize
that shoulder.

No.

No, that's OK.

It's fine.

Ow.

Rita, somebody here to see.

Oh, terrific.

Right when I look like roadkill.

Uh, why do you care?

I thought you
didn't like the guy.

Shush.

Well, you just
don't listen, do you?

Well, you know, I--

I think this ought to
re-qualify me, don't you, Cap?

For what?

For disobeying orders again?

Basically, yeah.

So?

Am I reinstated?

See you on the firing range.

Hi.

Hi.

Ouch.

Yeah.

So six years later, this is
how I finally end the book.

At least it is an ending
and not the beginning

of a new chapter, huh?

It's late.

Yeah.

Or should I say early?

Well, the job
may not pay well,

but at least the
hours are lousy.

Well, I better let you go.

Take care of that eye.

Yeah.

You know, you ought to be
really proud of yourself.

You did a great
job, Sergeant Lance.

Rita.

You can call me Rita.

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