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(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music continues)

(audience applauding)

- [Spectator] Whoo.

- [Band Member] Hey.

- [Spectator] That was great.

Great.

(customers chattering indistinctly)

- [Date] Why the hell would you wanna be

a cop?
(Frank laughs)

- [Frank] Why not?

- That sounded great.

- Uh, Wynton Marsalis I'm not.

- [Date] I don't know.

- Good evening.
- Hi.

- Compliments of the house.

- Thank you, darling.

- Enjoy.

- [Date] Thank you.

- Here's to you, kid.

(glasses clinking)

- And you.

- Now, that's why I'm a cop.

You get paid money when you're a cop.

- Mm.

- My cop chops are better
than my hard chops.

- Actually, I prefer the classics.

- [Frank] Hmm.

- Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky.

- Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

However, Tchaikovsky was purely classical.

Stravinsky, on the other hand, is

like listening to Charlie Parker.

He incorporates the
classical with improvisation,

a melody, and a variation on a melody.

You follow?

- (laughing) Yeah, I just
can't believe you're a cop.

- [Frank] (laughs) Why?

- You're so sensitive.

- Oh.

- I thought all cops were jerks.

(Frank and Teresa laughing)

- Not all of 'em, honey,
just the good ones.

- Oh.

- I'm Nick Berzak.

I'm Frank's partner.

- Hi, Nick.

- [Nick] How you doing?

- Pretty good.

- Frank been telling you
about his police exploits?

- Actually, we were talking
about classical music and jazz.

- Well, let me tell you
something about Frank.

Frank Hazeltine is the
best cop I've ever seen.

I've seen some good ones.

You know, I once saw Frank
go into a bar full of dikes

and kick the shit out of all of 'em?

Then, he burned the place to the ground

just to teach 'em a lesson.

- (laughs) He's just kidding.

- Don't be shy, man.
- Oh.

(date laughs)

- Did you tell her about
the nine-year-old kid

you blew away last week?

It was all a mistake, actually.

I mean, the kid had a water
pistol, and it looked real.

Now, most of us would've
waited, not Frank.

He blasted the kid right between the eyes.

(date exhales)

Had to bury the little
fucker in a rubber bag.

- Oh.

(Nick clicks tongue)

If you'll excuse me, I
really have to be going.

- [Frank] Oh, uh, wait a minute.

- [Nick] Hey, hey, don't go.

It gets better.

(mellow music continues)

(knees thudding)

- You're sick.

(Nick laughs)

- What's the matter with her anyway?

- Fuck you, acid gut.

- You didn't wanna go to bed
with that airhead anyhow.

I mean, she'd probably
take you back to her place,

and you'd have the best sex

of your entire life, so big deal.

- Did Teresa turn you down against, putz?

- No way.

I had to hold her off with a cattle prod.

- When are you gonna
give up on that woman?

- I cannot help it if I'm
in love with her, all right?

Look.
- You like that?

- The hell with women, all right.

Who needs 'em?

It's just you and me, Frank.

- I'm not going.

- Come on, man.

You'll love it.

- How long have you been
staking out DaCosta,

and what have you got to show for it?

Total zip.

- The man is a sleaze.

I intend to prove it.

- You are a very sick man.

You know that?

- Yeah.

(mellow music continues)
(crickets chirping)

(engine humming)

(mellow music continues)

- Oh.

Making me sick eating that garbage.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Don't insult the good
name of El Maya, pal,

(lips smacking)

Just 'cause you can't get
alfalfa sprout with truffles.

You know what I mean?

- You really don't care anything
about your stomach, do you?

- Yeah, it's my stomach.

Put whatever I want in it.

- True, you got that right.

(engine humming)
(mellow music continues)

(tires screeching)

(brakes squeaking)

(engine humming)

(rackets thudding)

(player laughing)

(ball thudding)

- Oh, Harry, you're too good for me.

- Mr. DaCosta, Mr. Pogue's here.

- I'll see him in the study.

- Sir.

- I was just getting warmed up.

- That's it for tonight, honey.

I've got business.

- What am I supposed to do?

- I don't know.

- And then, uh-
- Read a book or something.

(suspenseful music)

You do read, don't you?

(door clattering)

(clock ticking)

So, you're Pogue.

You come highly recommended.

(paper rustling)

This is the gentleman we discussed.

- Right, the, uh, talkative guy?

You, uh, want me to do it, you know, slow?

- No, no, there's no need for that.

He's an old friend.

(paper rustling)

- One thing, you know
you're being watched?

- Yes, Berzak, a cop.

Actually, he's a fanatic.

Forget it.

I'm not worried.

(brakes squeaking)

(children chattering indistinctly)

(door clattering)

(door slamming)

(mellow music)

- [Child] I'll get it.

(hand knocking)

(door clattering)

- Hi.

- Hello, Speed.

(Teresa laughs)

Couldn't have mailed it.

- I don't trust the mail.

- It's a week late.

- Sorry.

Really.

Can I come in?

- I was just about to go out.

- Just for a minute, I wanna talk.

- Fine, fine.

Just for a minute.

- Yeah (lips smacking).

(door clattering)

Changed this place around.

Where's my walleye?

- What?

- My walleye.

- I threw it back.

- You dumped my walleye?

That was the largest walleye
caught in Bay Lake, Minnesota.

That was a record.

Did you know that?
- Then, why didn't you take

it to your place?

- 'Cause I'm not settled in yet.

- Oh, Jesus, Nick, it's
only been two years.

- Hey, well, I'm slow to
adjust psychological upheaval.

Besides, I didn't come
here to argue with you.

- Then, what did you come here for?

- You wanna go to dinner?

- No, I don't think so.

No.

- Why not?

You got something going on?

You got a guy coming over, don't ya?

Yeah.

What, he's gonna come over,
and he's gonna take you

to a movie, buy a real big dinner,

and then you're gonna
put on the sexy underwear

that I bought for you

that you'd never wear for me.
- That's it.

Get outta here now.
(door clattering)

- Hey, I cleared my whole
calendar for you this evening.

Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- Aren't we watching
DaCosta's house any longer?

- I don't do that anymore.

- Please, leave.

- Hey, I got better things to
do with my time, all right?

- Fine.
- Yeah.

- Go.
- Uh-huh.

- Goodbye, Nick.

- Saturday at 8:00.
(door slamming)

(mellow music)

(children chattering indistinctly)

(Nick whistles)

- Hey, Nick.
- Yeah.

- I got a cut on my knee.

(children chattering indistinctly)

- 'Kay, what do you got?

- She had a guy over
to visit her this week,

a guy in a red Corvette.

- Well, all right, darling, that's good.

Keep up the good work, okay?

(children laughing)

(plastic rustling)

(glass clinking)

(engine humming)

(door clattering)

(children laughing)

(door clattering)

Hey.

- Me?
- Yeah.

You going to see Teresa Berzak?

- Uh, yeah, I am.

You're not her (laughing)
husband, are you?

- No, I'm her physician.

You're not one of her contacts, are you?

- Uh, I'm afraid I don't understand what-

- Oh, don't worry, man.

I think we caught it in the early stages.

She's probably gonna tell you
about it right now anyhow.

See, it's very important getting in touch

with all her friends in
her, uh, intimate circle.

Have a good day, man.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

(festive music)

(Ferris wheel churning)

(mariachis singing in Spanish)

- Hey, what's happening, baby?

Sure is looking fine tonight, whoo.

Woman like you shouldn't be left all alone

on a sweet night like
this, but hey, that's okay

'cause old Lionel's here
to make everything nice.

How 'bout a bite on my foot long?

- Hey, beat it, asshole,
I already got a boyfriend.

- And a very lucky man he
is, too, mama, and I'm gone.

(festive music continues)

- [Vendor] Hey, you, you
wanna go and try your luck?

- Come in right here.
- Yes, sir.

(dramatic music)

- [Vendor] Basketball,
basketball, come on, sport.

- [Vendor] Step right up and
guess his weight, come on.

Ring the bell, win a prize.

(bell ringing)

And the winner.

(dramatic music continues)

Step right up (speaking faintly).

- [Vendor] All right, kid,
sorry, better luck next time.

(fairgoers chattering indistinctly)

(ball thudding)

- [Fairgoer] He's looking at you.

- [Fairgoer] He is not.

- [Vendor] Here, step right up.

(ball thudding)

Step right up, three throw-ins.

Two, one, yes, sir.

Here you go, son.

(vendor speaking indistinctly)

(dramatic music continues)

Hey, almost, good shot.

All right, young lady,
you show him what to do.

(dramatic music continues)

You wanna try it?

Come on, three shots for
a dollar, just a dollar.

Come on over here.

You, come on, hey, you, come
on, try your luck, buddy.

- Police officer, freeze.

(dramatic music)
(gun clanking)

(gunshots blasting)

- [Bystander] Holy.

(body thudding)

- [Criminal] Keep going.

Get outta the way.
(bystanders screaming)

- [Bystander] Hey, get that guy.

(elbow thudding)

(fairgoers chattering indistinctly)

(body thudding)
(passerby grunts)

- Move it, move.

(dramatic music continues)

(shoe thudding)

- Get outta the way.

119 to central, send
some backup, would ya?

5th and Bonaventure.

(bystanders screaming)
(dramatic music continues)

10-4.

- [Dispatch] 10-4, I'll call it in.

- [Bingo Caller] B5.

Raise your hand, uh, 44.

G56.

(players chattering indistinctly)

(gentle music)
(man snoring)

(gentle music continues)
(man continues snoring)

O62.

O74.

G59.

(plant rustling)
(suspenseful music)

- [Confessor] Bless me,
father, for I have sinned.

- [Frank] You got that right, ace.

- Shit.

- A whole bag full.

(players chattering indistinctly)

- O48.

I17.

G45.

(suspenseful music continues)

N32.

- Back off, pig.

(gunshot blasting)

(players screaming)

- Ladies, please.

This is a house of God.

- Preacher, tell this man the
ingredients of mortal sin,

would ya?

- Serious matter, sufficient
reflection, and (grunts).

- Lose the gun, or, or I'm
gonna kill this son of a bitch.

(players screaming)

You hear me?

I'll do it.

- Go ahead.

- Goddammit it, man, I'm not kidding.

- Neither am I.

You kill him, I'll kill you.

Hey, wait a minute.

I got it.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill the son of a bitch.

- [Players] Oh.

- I'll kill him.

That's it.

I'll kill him. You kill me.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Don't.

I'll do it.

I will.
(players gasping)

- Hey, man, come on.

Let's kill some more people.

There's lots of people
out there to kill, man.

And then, it'll just be you and me.

Come on, man.

- Shut up, man, shut the fuck up.

- Come on, man.

We'll all be dead.

- [Criminal] You crazy bastard.

- Let's do it.

Let's die right now, yeah.

- You're crazy, man.
- Do it, do it.

(suspenseful music continues)

(pastor grunting)

- Oh, fuck it.

(gun thudding)

- [Player] What?

- On the ground, asshole.

Right now.

- [Player] Yeah, right.
(player laughing)

- Put your hands out with your palms up.

Come on, do it.

Right foot over the left.

(table clattering)

(crowd applauding)

(upbeat music)

(gun clanking)

Frank.

- (laughing) My God.

You do make one ugly broad.

- Jesus, man, I love being a cop.

(Frank laughs)

(engine revving)
(siren wailing)

- I'm really proud of you guys, okay?

That was a damn good job.

(phone ringing)

Hey, come on, it's 18-year-old Scotch.

- Yeah, I had 18-year-olds
before, very sweet.

- This, this'll fuck you up.
(hand knocking)

(phone ringing)
(footsteps plodding)

- A good bust last night, guys.

- Thank you, Paul.

- In the future, I'd
appreciate it if you'd wait

for sufficient backup.

(Nick clears throat)

(hand thudding)

Kaminski, the DA wants
us to extradite Boudreau.

- The hit man?

- Yeah.

As a matter of fact, I
want these two to do it.

He got picked up when he
wasted a pusher down south.

He wants to make a deal, says
he'll trade his employer,

who he claims is the source
of all the China white coming

into the city, not to mention
the new influx of black tar.

- Okay, so three guesses, who is it,

uh, Al Carolini, Enrique
Escobar, Tai Charlie?

- Harry DaCosta.

- Oh.

- Oh, come on, Nick.

Come on, get off of that.

- Hey, I know it was DaCosta.

- Harry DaCosta is the
chairman of the United Fund

and (laughing) one of the best friends

of the mayor, Berzak.

- So?

- Not to mention a major
contributor to the Boy Scouts

and the philharmonic.

- Hey, that was his shit last night.

So was that airport case last month.

I guarantee it.

- Be that as it may, you two leave

for Del Mar tomorrow morning, 9:00.

Get some rest.

- [Larry] Why them, though, Paul?

I need 'em here.
- I, I can't go to Del Mar.

- I want undercover officers-
- I can't do it Del Mar.

- And these are two of the best.

I wanna make sure

that Charlie Boudreau
stays alive to testify.

- My mother lives in Del Mar.

- You think somebody's gonna
take a pop at him, cap'n?

- Yeah, could happen.

Just make sure it doesn't.

- I haven't called my mom in a month.

I'm a dead man.

(phone ringing)

Hey, I expect more
sympathy outta you, Frank.

(bottle clinking)

(Frank laughing)
(phone ringing)

(mellow music)

- [Passerby] The only thing-

- Hey, Speed.
- I don't wanna go

unless we get back on time.

(door clattering)

- Honey, I'm home.

(mellow music continues)

(bottles clinking)

(door slamming)

(button clicking)

(tape whirring)

- [Mrs. Berzak]Nicholas,
it's your mother.

I'm very upset with you.

Nicholas, are you there?

If you're there, pick up the phone.

Don't monitor this phone Nicholas.

Pick it up.

You haven't even...

(tape whirring)

(tone beeps)

(mellow music continues)

Nicholas, it's me again.

I'm sorry I got angry,
honey, but after all,

when a son refuses to call his mother,

I mean, there's something
very wrong there.

Well, it's not asking much.

I'm asking you to call me
and tell me that you're fine,

that you're well, that I love you,

and that I miss you, and that's all.

That's not a lot.

You can reverse the charges.

I'll pay for the collect cost.

(tape whirring)

(tone beeps)

I'm not a well person, Nicholas.

(tone beeps)

(mellow music continues)

- [Frank] Nick, it's Frank.

I can't go to Del Mar, man.

I just found out they want us to fly.

I'm terrified of flying.

You know flying scares

the hell out me.
(Nick laughs)

You know I'm scared to death of flying.

(button clicking)

- Gotta confront your fears, Frank.

(engine humming)

- [Frank] I am quite calm.

- [Recording] You have no fear of flying.

- I have no fear of flying.

- [Recording] You enjoy
the sensation of flight

and understand that you are safe.

- I enjoy the sensation of
flight and understand I am safe.

- [Nick] You're gonna go down in flames.

- You are by far an asshole.

(Nick laughs)

Speaking of being
psychologically crippled by fear,

have you called your mother

to tell her we're coming down, hmm?

- Uh, not yet.

(Frank laughs)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, shit, ah.

- [Recording] You are quite calm.

- I am quite calm.

(mellow music)

(wheels rasping)
(engine humming)

(door clattering)

- Keep the change.
- Thanks.

(door slamming)

- Thank you, sir.
- Sure.

(door slamming)

(engine humming)

- You got something for me?
(fingers tapping)

(phone ringing)
(paper rustling)

- Hello.
- Rack, no.

We started following the
customers after the card.

(dispatcher speaking indistinctly)

- Mr. Boudreau's mouthpiece
is dragging his feet.

I won't be able to let you
have him until tomorrow.

- Hey, man, we gotta be back tonight.

- Well, you can go anytime you want,

but Mr. Boudreau will
be here till tomorrow.

- Oh, that's great.

What the hell are we gonna
do in Del Mar till tomorrow?

I'm not seeing my mother.
(quizzical music)

Did you call my mom?

(Frank laughs)
You are in deep shit, pal.

(Frank laughing)

I haven't called her in a month, man.

(mellow music)

(doorbell buzzing)

- Coming.

(door clattering)

(door squeaking)

So, you come to town, and I
gotta hear from your partner?

- Hey.
- Hey?

How do you know I'm not going out?

- Are you going out?

- I never go out.

You know better.

Come in here.

I haven't seen you in so long
I forgot what you look like.

(door squeaking)

- [Nick] I look like this, mom.

- You lost weight, baby.

- Nah.
- Yes.

You're thinner.

Want a cup of coffee?

I just made a fresh pot.

- Yeah.
- Oh, good.

So, how long you staying this time, Nick?

- [Nick] I gotta leave in the morning.

- [Mrs. Berzak] What?

(door squeaking)

- [Nick] I gotta be back in the morning.

- Oh, no.

I should've known.

(pot clanking)

At least I get to see that sweet face.

Ooh, I'm gonna give you a niner.

(lips smacking)

Mm, ooh, that was fun (laughs).

- Yeah.

Frank sends his love.

- Oh, he's a sweetheart (laughs).

- [Nick] Yeah.

(door clattering)

- I bet he saves your life.

- Not that often.

- Want some banana cake?

Yeah, I made it fresh today.

- Huh.

(Mrs. Berzak laughs)

(pot clanking)

- How's Teresa?

(coffee sloshing)

- Better off without me.

(cake thudding)

(Mrs. Berzak clicks tongue)

- Well, that's your own fault, babe.

(Mrs. Berzak laughs)

You should have married DaCosta.

You spend more time at his
house than you do at your own.

I mean, it's the truth.

I don't blame her.

- Oh, thanks, Mom.

(Mrs. Berzak slurping)

- You should have gone to
law school like your brother.

- Hey, fuck lawyers.

(cup thudding)

- Nicholas Berzak.

- I like being a cop, all right?

- So did your father.

(wistful music)

- Ah, shit.

(cup thudding)

It happens, all right?

- I just don't want it to happen to you.

(Mrs. Berzak slurping)

- No sweat, mom.

- (laughing) Oh, yeah, great.

Jokes now, right?

- Yeah, look, I don't need this shit.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- It's all right.

No, it is.

- Come on, now.
- No problem.

I'll just take off.
- No, no, it's,

we won't, we won't fight, I promise.

- What do you think we've just been doing?

- No, I, we won't fight
anymore, I promise, okay?

Stay for dinner.

I'll make you your favorite.

(Nick sighs)

- Sloppy Joe's?

- And fries.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

- You're shitting me, right?

- Hey, I don't shit you.
(hand thudding)

Come on.

We'll go peel the potatoes (laughs).

- [Nick] God, mom, I love you.

- [Mrs. Berzak] I love you, baby (laughs).

(engine humming)

- Come on, Boudreau.

(door clattering)

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mm.

(Frank laughs)

(date laughs)

- Yeah.

- Bye.

See ya.

- You take care of yourself, bye.

(door clattering)

(engine revving)

Muah.

- I was gonna ask you
where the fuck you'd been.

- Hello, Charles.

- Hazeltine and Berzak.

Christ almighty, I'll
never make it back alive.

(footsteps plodding)
(lips smacking)

- How the hell are you doing?

- Oh, I'm doing just fine.

- Yeah, look, just gimme a tip, all right?

What do you say to the bitch

when you first see it, right?

- [Recording] Your
inward self is balanced.

- [Frank] My inward self is balanced.

(engine humming)

- [Recording] You have no fear of flying.

- [Frank] I have no fear of flying.

(mellow music)
(helicopter whirring)

- [Recording] You have no fear of flying.

- I have no fear of flying.

- So, Charlie, who's
pipelining all the Chinese shit

and the black tar into LA?

- Fuck you.

- Come on, man.

Al Carolini, right?

Johnny Ruffino?

- You guys are narcotics cops (laughs).

- [Recording] Quite calm.
- Yeah.

- I'm quite calm.

(Boudreau laughs)

- I am a dead man.

- It's Harry DaCosta, isn't it?

- Fuck off.

(engine humming)

(helicopter whirring)

(mellow music continues)

(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music)

- Hey, Frank.

(Frank speaking faintly)

Frank.

Hey, man, we got trouble.

(gunshots blasting)

(glass shattering)

- What the hell was that?

(gunshots blasting)

(pilot screaming)

- Everybody down.

(Boudreau grunting)

- Jesus, I am gonna go down in a plane.

(engine roaring)
(dramatic music continues)

(air whooshing)
(dramatic music continues)

- Yeah.

You okay back there?

(Frank speaking faintly)

(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)

(gunshots blasting)

(engine roaring)
(dramatic music continues)

Landing gear.

(helicopter whirring)
(engine roaring)

Shit.

(airplane clattering)

Yeehaw.

(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)

(engine revving)

Oh, shit.

(airplane thudding)
(hay rustling)

- [Frank] Oh.

(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)

What was that?

- You okay, Frank?

- [Frank] No, I'm not.

- Shit.

Boudreau, Boudreau.

Frank.

(helicopter whirring)

(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)

(helicopter whirring)

(gunshots blasting)

(explosion blasting)

(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)

Come on, Charlie.

(cow mooing)

It's only a matter of time.

(dramatic music continues)

(gunshot blasting)

- Got that son of a bitch.

I saved your life, young fella.

- You might've saved my life,

but you ruined my career, buddy.

Shit.
(hay rustling)

Call an ambulance.
(pitchfork clanking)

Haul ass.

Charlie, you're gonna be okay.

- Bullshit cop.
- Yeah.

Just tell me if it was
Harry DaCosta, okay?

- You know, I killed a lot
of guys with a shotgun.

I always wondered what it felt like.

It sucks.
- Just tell me

it was Harry, man, would ya, please?

Shit.

(dramatic music continues)

Charlie.

Shit.

- Goddamn it.

- Old McDonald had a shotgun.

- [Ferris] Shut up.

I don't want to hear any
of your bull, Berzak.

- [Larry] Somebody tipped off
Boudreau's extradition, Paul.

- Listen, I think you're trying to cover

up for these two idiots.

Pending investigation of this matter,

I want these men on desks.

Now, get outta my sight, all of you.

(phone ringing)

- Let's go.

- I don't blame him.

He's always talking about-

- What?

- [Frank] I, I was just talking to myself.

(mellow music)

- Like that?

- Yeah, that was great.
- Yeah?

- But I'll see you at
the natural food seminar?

- Okay, I'll be looking for you.

- Great.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- It's good to see you.

- Nice seeing you.
- Yeah.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

- [Nick] Has it always
been like this for you?

- [Frank] Since I was 10.

- Can't figure it out, man.

- [Frank] I don't think about it.

- What the fuck is that shit?

- Yogurt, yeast paste, lecithin,

all the things you ought to be eating.

Want some?

- No way, I'm on a low mucus diet.

You know that.

- Yeah.

- I've been thinking, Frank.

- It's DaCosta again, isn't it?

- No, it's not about DaCosta again, Frank.

I think we ought to go after
the guys that hit Boudreau.

Figure they're local.

- Now, how do you figure that?

- Because they're working for DaCosta.

- There's that name again.

- Come on, Frank.

They made us look real bad.

The entire squad things were screwups.

- So, now you wanna screw up real big

and remove all doubt, right?

- No, I don't wanna do that.

I'm just an agile guy, Frank.

I can get my foot in my mouth.

I can even work with my
nose to the grindstone,

but my ass doesn't fit under a
desk, and neither does yours.

- No, no, no.

(hand knocking)

(footsteps plodding)

- Who is it?

- [Nick] What's happening, man?

Some brothers downtown told
me you got VCRs for sale.

(footsteps plodding)

- Get outta here, man.

You got the wrong house.

I'm a lawyer.

- [Nick] I got cash, motherfucker.

I need 20 of 'em.

- Whoo.

(footsteps plodding)

(door clattering)

(plant rustling)

(plant thudding)
- Hand on your head.

Keep it there.

- Hey, I was just on the toilet
thinking 'bout y'all, man.

Ain't life a bitch?

- Yeah, hiya, Casey.

- Are all these yours, brother?

- Uh, yeah, brother.

Well, see, I'm 'bout to get married.

You know how everybody
gives you the same present?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
(plant thudding)

- Yeah, that's right.

That's right.

What, you get this $8,000 Rolex
for, uh, Christmas, right?

- Yeah, I got that from my lady, man.

- So, how come it's engraved,

"With love to Dr. Ira Kettlebaum"?

Check it out.

- That's what the bitch calls me, man.

- Oh, it's like a pet name, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Stick it to me, Dr.
Kettlebaum (grunting), right?

- [Casey] Yeah.
(Frank laughs)

- Is she's a real squealer and shit?

- [Casey] Yeah, she's a freak, man.

- Squealer, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey, look, you brothers
want something, right?

So, why don't you take
yourselves a VCR apiece?

(air whooshing)

- You know better than that, Casey.

(watch clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

- We want a line on the dudes
that popped Charles Boudreau.

- Hey, look, I ain't got
nothing to do with that, man.

That was downstate.

- And we figured the guns were local.

- Yeah, and unless you
want to produce receipts

on all this shit, including the Rolex,

you dig what I'm saying?

- Okay, man, I'll look around

and see what I can do, all right?

- All right, you do that.
(watch jangling)

Take it easy, Casey.
(hand thudding)

- [Frank] Take it easy, big fella.

- Hey, Frank, we gotta book this shit in.

- [Frank] Oh, yeah.

- Hey, Nick's, yo.
(door clattering)

You know what they're calling
you on the streets now?

- What's that?

- Berserk.

- [Nick] They should meet
my mother, right, Frank?

- Yeah, she's probably a ugly bitch.

- You think Casey'll
come up with anything?

- He better, or I'll
step on his Kettlebaum.

(Frank laughs)

Oh, why did I eat those extra jalapenos?

- 'Cause you got an unconscious hostility

towards your colon, that's why.

- Oh, shit.

- What?

- It's 10 after 8:00.

I'm supposed to be having
dinner with Theresa tonight.

- When are you gonna give up on that lady?

She deserves better.

- I know it, but I can't help it.

I'm in love with her, all right?

- All right, okay, all right.

- [Nick] Thanks a lot.

(door slamming)

- [Frank] See you later.

(engine revving)

(mellow music)

- I'm a cop.

Be cool.

Sit down.
(hand thudding)

(body thudding)
(man grunting)

- Hey, man.

- Carlo, shit.

(Carlo gasps)

Let him breathe, all right?

I'm sorry, man.

It's Nick Berzak.

We went to high school, man.

You stole a Trans Am.

- Oh, yeah, Nick,
(laughing) how you doing?

- Good, man, (laughing) how you doing?

- You look (laughing) good.

You got some blood on you, man.

You okay?

- It's your blood, Carlo.

- Oh, wow, I must be hurting
or something, yeah? (laughing)

- Yeah, man.

- Yeah, I'm on medication, Nick.

- Yeah, okay, listen, Carlo,

you just go home and
dry out, all right, man?

- Okay.

- And get some ice on that lip.

- All right, man.

- All right, man.

(gentle music)
(feet shuffling)

You're new around here.

What's your name?

- Malcolm.
- Malcolm?

- Yeah, what are you, welcome wagon?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- I've seen you oozing around the street.

What is your scam?

- Me?
- Yeah.

- I sell Amway products.

(both laughing)

- Yeah.

- [Malcolm] Yeah.
- I catch you dealing

any soap flakes in this
neighborhood, I will cripple you.

- I ain't afraid of no jive-ass cop, man.

I know my rights.

(hand thudding)
(dramatic music)

(Malcolm groaning)

- Malcolm, I am not your
normal jive-ass cop, all right?

And around here, you got no rights.

- Ah, you must be Berserk.

- You don't know the half of it, baby.

(Malcolm grunting)
(body thudding)

Hey, Malcolm, have a nice day.

- Coming.
(hand knocking)

(gentle music)

- Hi, ready for dinner?

- What happened?

(crickets chirping)

- Dinner at 8:00, don't you remember?

- No, Nick, I never said
I'd go to dinner with you.

What happened?

- Why, you got somebody here?

- I don't know.

What happened?

(gentle music continues)

- I just beat the shit out
of a guy I went to school

with in high school.

I caught him in the middle of a buy,

and I fucked him up real bad.

- I can't do it again.

I can't (sighs).

God, why do you have to
make this so difficult?

(gentle music continues)

Don't do this to me.

I don't wanna do this to you.

Can't you understand that I just need

to take care of myself now?

- (clicks tongue) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry.

- Are you gonna be okay?

(door slamming)

Goddamn it.

(crickets chirping)

- I get the feeling I'm
paying for a lucky accident.

- Hey, wouldn't've
happened if I wasn't there.

(paper rustling)

Let's just say I'm motivated it, hmm?

(paper rustling)

Oh, by the way, that cop who
always watches your house,

what's his name?

- Berzak.

- Right.

He was one of Boudreau's
escorts outta Del Mar.

Way I heard, he's got
a real thing for you.

Now, for a small fee, I could-

- I don't bother killing cops, Pogue.

It's bad for my reputation.

(clock ticking)

However, I do have a
transaction this weekend.

Be nice if he wasn't around.

(clock whirring)

Maybe a, uh, small diversion,
a family crisis perhaps.

- I'm running a special.

(gate clanging)

(suspenseful music)

Berzak.

(footsteps plodding)

(suspenseful music continues)

(drawers clattering)

(paper rustling)

(photos rustling)

(elephant trumpeting)
(mellow guitar music)

♪ I'm not feeling too good myself ♪

- You know, I cannot figure
out why it is every time

I talk to that woman,
I say the wrong thing.

Why is that?
- 'Cause you always shoot

your mouth off before your brain's loaded.

That's why.

(guitar twanging)

- Bingo, Dr. Kettlebaum approaches.

(bicycle clicking)

- Okay, this is it.

I got a line on a guy.

His name is Bobby Sweet.

Seems he likes to talk
a lot when he gets high,

claims to know the guy that did Charlie B.

- And where do we find is Bobby Sweet?

- He works at some Mud Palace, Gazzarri's.

Am I clear?

Am I off the hook now?

(hand thudding)

- Depends on Bobby Sweet.

You can go now, Dr. Kettlebaum.

♪ We're so glad you made it ♪

- Oh, God.

♪ We're so glad your made it ♪

♪ Now, gimme some loving ♪

♪ Gimme some loving ♪

(elephant trumpeting)

- You make animals sick with that shit.

You should cool out.

- Hey, but how, how 'bout that?

Hey, listen, do you have any
more room on that bicycle?

- [Nick] Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I've been working on
this a long time, man.

(engine humming)

(doors clattering)

- [Frank] I gotta be
honest with you, Nick,

I, I got an aversion to mud.

- [Nick] Well, it's probably
because it resembles

that health food crap
you've been scarfing.

Didn't you ever make mud
pies when you were a kid?

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(customers cheering)

(body thudding)

- Nice ambience.

Of course, once the yuppies
discover this place,

it's gonna be swamped.

- Wouldn't you like be in there with them?

- You got no respect for the human body.

- Sure, I do.

- Would you gentlemen like to be seated?

- We're looking for a man
by the name of Bobby Sweet.

You know him?

- Funny name.

I'd remember that one if I ever heard it.

Maybe Bruce, the bartender, knows him.

(upbeat music continues)
(customers cheering)

(body thudding)
(wrestler grunting)

- Hi, Speed, how they hanging?

- [Nick] Fine, John, thanks.

- We're looking for a guy
by the name of Bobby Sweet.

You know him?

- Take a hike.

- What?

- Hey, man, this place is clean.

We don't need cops like you coming in here

and fucking it up.

- This is just a simple request, pal.

Do you know him?

- You heard Bruce.

He asked you nice.

Out.

- Listen, you fucking eunuch.

(fists thudding)
(Nick grunting)

Oh, shit.

(fist thudding)
(customer screaming)

(body thudding)

Oh, God.

(wrestler screaming)

(gun clanking)

(drum clattering)

(cymbal clanging)

(crowd cheering)

- Up the stairs, Nick.

- [Spectator] Throw him out, yeah.

Come on, ref.

Come on, referee.

(referee screaming)
(body thudding)

(upbeat music continues)

- Hey, buddy, no free looks, huh?

(performer laughing)

- [Performer] Slime face.

(door clattering)

(hand thudding)

- Come on out, Sweet.

Stop abusing yourself, man.

Put down the smut.

(hand thudding)

Come on, Bobby.

All right.

(gun clanking)

(gunshot blasting)

(performer screaming)

- [Performer] Run.

- [Performer] My God, he's killed himself.

(door creaking)

- [Bobby] Hey, hey, you
can't do this to me, man.

I got rights.

- [Frank] Come on, come on.

- Hey, what is this man?

- Riding around with you all night

kinda stunk up our car, pal.

- We need a little fresh
air, someplace quiet.

- Yeah, someplace you can scream.

- [Bobby] Oh, that's funny.

(hand thudding)

(brakes squeaking)

(dramatic music)

(gear stick clanking)

- [Nick] Some people
told us you like to talk

when you get high.

Are we high enough yet, Bobby?

- I don't know.
(footsteps plodding)

Swear I don't know.

- Ah, you'll never make
a good lawyer, Nick.

You can't lie for shit.

Come on, move it.

(footsteps plodding)

You can go back down.

All you gotta do is tell us
who killed Charles Boudreau.

- All that shit you've
been mainlining fucked

up your leg muscles, didn't it?

Come on, move it.

- Hey (gasps).

- Ah, man, Bobby.

(wind howling)

You can see everything from up here, man.

You can even see the ground from up here.

- Wait.

Wait, come on.
(footsteps plodding)

- Bobby, I want you to-
- Don't push.

- Check this out.

Come here, man.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- What do you think of that shit, huh?

- [Bobby] Oh, my God,
Jesus Christ, oh, God.

- I wouldn't've figured you
to be the religious type.

- (laughs) It must be because
we're so close to God up here.

- Yeah.
- Look, man, I just talk, man.

I just shoot my mouth, Jesus Christ.

I don't even know anything.

I, I don't know shit, man, really.

- Uh, maybe these will help you, Bobby.

- Oh, God.
(metal clanging)

I'm not gonna put those on, man.

You can't,

you can't make me put-
(Nick laughs)

- Sure we can.

(metal clanging)
(dramatic music)

- [Frank] Don't worry, Bobby.

- Oh, God, please.
- We'll talk to Jesus.

- Please, oh, God.

- See, it increases blood
flow to the brain, Bobby.

How's your memory?

- Oh, God.

I'm gonna throw up.

- Well, technically, you'll be throwing

down, Bobby.
- Yeah.

- Oh, God, please, oh, God.

- God's got an alibi.

Try somebody else, chief.

- Hey, Nick, you think maybe the boots are

a little too tight?

- Yeah.

- Pogue, Terry Pogue (sobbing).

- (laughing) They work, they work.

(Frank laughs)

- [Frank] I told you.

- That's right, Frank.

- I, I bet Bobby can even
remember Mr. Pogue's address.

Ain't that right, Bobby?
- Yeah.

- Oh, no, uh, no, no, uh, no.

Yeah, Bunker, Bunker Hill,
Bunker Hill Condominiums,

apartment, uh-
- Amazing.

- Uh, 2608.
- Look at that (laughs).

- Okay, Bob we'll check it out.

- No, no, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

God, aren't you gonna let me go?

- Well, look at it this way, Bob.

By the time we come back,

your complexion will be all cleared up.

- And you'll have a lot more hair.

Hang in there, Bob.

- Wait, no, wait, wait.

(dramatic music)

No, please, don't leave me up here.

Come on, guys.

(door clattering)
(suspenseful music)

(body thudding)

(Frank clicks tongue)

- Sparse, but I like it.

- Who's there?

(door clattering)

Who's there?

Who's there?

- (laughing) Bobby.

- Pogue, Terry, uh, thank God.

Oh, man.

I didn't tell 'em anything, Terry.

I didn't tell 'em shit, man.

That's why they left me here.

You should've seen me laugh
right in their faces, man.

- I appreciate that, Bobby.

- Hey, uh, you, you, think

that you could, uh, uh,
you know, help me down?

- Sure, Bobby, sure.

- Oh, great, man, thanks.

(knife clanking)

(knife rasping)

Oh, my God.

- Oops.

(body thudding)

(knife clanking)

- So, DaCosta represents your father,

and you scarf all of this junk food

to fulfill an oral longing
for your mother's breasts,

which incidentally are 70% fat.

- Oh, that's great, Frank.

First you ruin food for me.

Now, you gotta ruin tits.

- Oh, shit.

- What?

(dramatic music)

(footsteps plodding)

(gunshots blasting)

(dramatic music continues)

- Freeze, police.

(gunshots blasting)

(footsteps plodding)

Freeze.

(gunshots blasting)

Oh, I tell 'em to freeze.

They never freeze.

(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)

(employees yelling indistinctly)

(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)

(gun clanking)

(tires screeching)

(Pogue screaming)

(glass shattering)

- He should've froze.

- It's not like we didn't tell 'em, man.

- Am I missing something here?

Is it now departmental
policy for detectives

to make up their own assignments,

act on their own authority?

- They're acting on my authority, Paul.

- Oh, on your authority, how nice.

I put them on desks.

I ought to bust all three
of ya down to traffic.

- Look at it this way, captain.

We got the guy who whacked
Boudreau in the hospital

under 24-hour guard, and he
can finger DaCosta for us.

- DaCosta again?

I'm sick and tired of
hearing about DaCosta.

You haven't got a shred
of evidence to prove

he even kicks his dog.

Harry DaCosta is a decent,
upstanding citizen, Goddamn it.

- Now, the doctor says we can
talk to Pogue tomorrow, Paul.

Then, we'll have our evidence.

- Oh, all right, that's wonderful.

Then, I want you to assign
two detectives to go

to the hospital and tape Pogue's statement

but not these two.

Berzak, Hazeltine, this is the
last break you get from me.

You stay away from the
hospital and off of this case.

Is that clear?

Out.

(Frank laughs)

- I don't blame him.

He's always talking about-

- What?

- No, I was just talking to myself.

(fingers tapping)

(door clattering)

Thanks for covering for us, Larry.

- I dunno why I keep
saving you guys' asses.

- 'Cause, in your heart,
you know we're right.

(phone ringing)
(footsteps plodding)

(gentle music)

- [Assistant] Telephone, sir.

(water sloshing)

- DaCosta.

- [Informant] It's Pogue.

He's alive in the hospital.

- What hospital?

- [Informant] County General.

He broke a couple bones.

- I see.

- [Informant] Want me to take care of it?

- No, no, just do what you normally do.

I'll take care of it.

(phone clanking)

(mellow music)

(customers chattering indistinctly)

(mellow music continues)

(audience applauding)

- [Band Member] Very nice.

(glasses clinking)

- Hey, smashing.

- [Frank] Who is?

- You are.

- [Frank] I am?

- You are.

- I am smashing?

- You are smashing.

- You are smashing.

- I am?

- [Frank] You are.

(phone ringing)

(phone clanking)

- Marlow's Memory Lane, Herman.

- [Nick] Hey, Herman, Nick Berzak.

- Hey, how you doing, Nick?

- You see that broad that
Frank's sitting with?

- Yeah.

- Can you get her to the phone?

Yeah, don't tell her who it is, man.

- Sure.

(phone clanking)

(customers chattering indistinctly)

Uh, excuse me, there's a call for you.

- Oh, thank you.

(mellow music continues)

Hello.

- Hello, you know that
gentleman you're sitting with?

- Yes.

- Yeah, did he discuss his
sexual preferences with you?

- Who is this?

- Look, that's not important, baby.

Did the son of a bitch discuss

his sexual preferences with you?

- No, why?

- I don't know why he does this to me.

I mean, well, I guess it's
because he gets some kind

of perverse thrill out of
toying with my emotions.

It's probably because he's a cop.

You know, he has to
flirt with women to prove

that he's a man.

You know, woman to woman, I,
I, I feel so cheap and so used.

(date laughs)

- Thank you.

(phone clanking)

- Ah.

- You faggot.

- What, what?

(customers chattering indistinctly)

Berzak.

You're a shithead.

You know that?

I mean, just because Theresa
blows you off doesn't give you

the right to fuck up my life, shithead.

Have I told you recently
what an asshole you are?

- Why don't you fill me in on the details

on the way to the hospital?

- The hospital?

Nick, this is Goddamn idiotic.

You know what Ferris said.

- Hey, Ferris is a jerk-off.

- Now, be that as it
may, why can't we wait

until Ferris has his boys
question Pogue tomorrow?

- Ferris's boys are jerk-offs.

(machine beeping)
(respirator whirring)

- [Intercom]Dr. Tanney
to section 4 station.

- [Officer] I gotta call Barker.

- [Nurse] It's only
Mr. Pogue's medication.

(clipboard clanging)

(door clattering)

- Come in.

(machine beeping)

- [Nurse] How we doing, Mr. Pogue?

- [Officer] She'd be a hell of a game.

(suspenseful music)

(bag thudding)

(zipper whizzing)

- Already?

- How's he doing?

- He's (speaking faintly).

- [Employee] I mean, he's only been

out of medical school, like...

(door clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(metal clanging)

(machine beeping)

(rope rasping)

(suspenseful music continues)

(metal clanging)

- Hey, Dr. Tanney.

- Hi, Speed, how are they hanging?

- Cozy.

- Glad to hear it.

- What is that shit?

- (laughing) I guess everybody knows

how rusty they're getting (laughs).

- That is uncool, man.

Hi, guys.
- Nope.

- Hey, Nick, Frank.

What are you guys doing here?

- We're here to see Pogue.

- Nobody sees him.

We got orders.

(metal clanging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(machine beeping)

(tool scraping)

- Captain Ferris sent us over personally.

- How come Lieutenant
Kaminski told us specifically

not to let you guys in
there, especially if you said

you had orders from Captain Ferris?

- Kaminski is a bullshit
artist, all right?

Frank, tell 'em.

(suspenseful music continues)

(metal clanging)

Four Dodger tickets.

- Okay.
- All right?

- Okay.

- And two super rib
dinners at Roger's, okay?

- You're not getting in there, Berzak.

- Goddamn it.

(gunshots blasting)
(Pogue screaming)

(guns clanking)

(door clattering)

(gunshot blasting)
(officer groaning)

(body thudding)

(gunshots blasting)

(rope rasping)

- [Intercom] Code blue 12th floor, stat,

code blue, 12th floor stat.

(flatline tone beeping)

- Oh, shit.

- [Mortician] Visitors,
Mendez, rise and shine.

- [Frank] I hate morgues.

- That's him, Joseph Mendez
professional hit man,

worked freelance.

- Didn't mind doing over kids either.

This guy was a badass.

- Really?

Because, I mean, he hasn't
given me a bit of trouble.

- Yeah, well, uh, I
guess we better be going.

- Really?

I was in the middle of ordering lunch

before you guys came up here, uh.

Hi, yeah, uh, make it a
pastrami and a small Sprite.

You sure I can't interest
you guys in anything?

- [Nick] No, thanks anyhow, man.

- All right.

Anybody else?

Just the one pastrami then.

So, what do we do now?

- What you do now,
Frank, is you go fishing.

- [Diener] Yeah, I got it.

- You're both on vacation.

- What are you talking about?

- I just spent an hour in Ferris's office

saving your asses again.

He was all ready to suspend you both.

I finally convinced him it
was just, uh, battle fatigue.

You need a little time
off, so okay, two weeks.

Take it.

(mellow music)

(mouthpiece buzzing)

- You know what's really weird, man?

You know, every time we make a move,

somebody is one step ahead of us.

- Yeah, Ferris.

- That's calling it pretty close, pal.

(mouthpiece buzzing)

(mellow music continues)

Where the fuck are you going?

- Malcolm.

(mellow music continues)

(doors clattering)

(footsteps plodding)

(flowers rustling)
(gentle music)

(lid clanking)

(plastic rustling)

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, huh?

- Oh, man, you guys ain't
got no respect for the dead.

- All right, come on outta there, Mal.

Come on.

- [Malcolm] Oh, Detective Hazeltine, nice-

- Up against the wall, come on.

- Fuck this.

(Malcolm grunting)

- Ah, what do we got here,

nice little toy, huh?
- Yeah, man.

(jacket rustling)

(cuffs clanging)

(Malcolm grunts)

- What have we got here, Malcolm?

(plastic rustling)

What, a little blow?

Lotta blow.

Hey, this is that, uh, this
is that black tar, isn't it?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm thinking about getting

into the roofing business.

(plastic rustling)

- What's this?

- What?

- This shit, what is it?

- Actually, that's my mother.

(plastic rustling)

(spittle sputtering)

(mellow music)

(engine humming)

(brakes squeaking)

(door clattering)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This don't look like no
police station to me.

- [Frank] That's because
we're on vacation,

and we've got all the time

in the world.
- Man, you dudes are crazy.

- [Frank] Hold that thought, babe.

- So, you gonna rape me
now or what? (laughing)

- I wanna talk about
Harry DaCosta, all right?

- Feel free, man.

Personally, I've never heard of the dude.

- Oh, that right?

Then, where you been
scoring all your black tar?

- I forget.

- Damn, you junkies got bad memories.

- Oh, that's cool.

No, we got people that
remember for ya, Malcolm.

You see, the word on the street is

that you are rapidly becoming
somebody's top salesman.

Oh, Malcolm, shit.

That black tar's good, isn't it?

You popping that stuff about
three times a day or what?

So, where's the next shipment coming in?

- Between your mama's legs.

- My mother?

(hand thudding)

That's a good one, shithead.

There's nothing I like better

than a good joke about my mother.

(Malcolm grunting)

Asshole.

- You a dead man, Berserk.

- Oh, yeah?

- Everyone on the
street's talking about it.

On the homicide hit parade,

you are number one with a bullet, Jack.

- The beauty of all this, Nick,

we don't even have to lay a hand on him.

Look at him.

He's starting to shake already.

You look a little pale, brother.

- Yeah, hey, we got lots
of time, right, Frank?

We're on vacation.

(lips smacking)

- Pig.
(suspenseful music)

I want my lawyer.

- [Nick] Problem, Malcolm,
just tell us about DaCosta.

Where'd you last meet him?

- In bed with your mama (laughing).

- Oh, that's right, and she said

you were both lousy.
(foot thudding)

(Malcolm groaning)

Yeah, nothing I like better
than a good mom joke.

- [Malcolm] I've never gone

this long before ever.
♪ I think I saw a pig ♪

- Stop it.
(guitar twanging)

Stop.

♪ You are the one who
can make us all laugh ♪

♪ But doing that makes
us break out in tears ♪

- Oh, God, stop it (sobbing).

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Tomorrow.

The stuff's coming in tomorrow.

- Where?
(suspenseful music)

- Oh, just get me well first.

(guitar twanging)

Oh, all right, all right, all
right, all right, all right.

All I know is the, the stuff comes

into, uh, uh, some
trucking warehouse, man,

on the south side.

I swear I don't know the
name of the place, okay?

(keys jingling)

I swear.

Oh, oh, okay.
(metal clanging)

Ah, ah, ah (whimpering).

- [Nick] Enjoy yourself, Malcolm.

- You dick.
(keys jingling)

Oh, you a dead man, just like Pogue.

- What about Pogue?

- Yeah, what about Pogue?
(Malcolm exhales)

Hey, what, what about Pogue?

- DaCosta had him iced, just
like he's gonna have you iced.

- How do you know it was DaCosta?

- He talked to his man,
and then he hired Mendez

to shut Pogue up.

- What man?

- His man in the department, his ears.

- That's bullshit.

You're lying.

- Oh, no, no, it's the truth.

I swear.

- Who?

- I don't know his name.

Look, all I know is it's somebody big.

Just please.

- Okay, Malcolm, it's all right, man.

(Malcolm groaning)
(hand thudding)

You're off the hook.
(powder cascading)

(hand thudding)
(Malcolm whimpering)

- Hey, hey, hey, what about my stuff?

Man, you promised.

- I sincerely hope this
little consultation has taught

you a valuable lesson on the
perils of narcotics abuse.

(Malcolm exhaling and groaning)

- Ah, please (sobbing).

(dog barking)

(footsteps plodding)

(doorbell ringing)

(door clattering)

(gentle music)

- [Nick] Hi, there.

- What do you want?

- [Nick] I wanna talk.

- About what?

- [Nick] Us.

- Oh, God, Nick, there's
nothing to talk about.

- [Nick] Hey, wait a minute.
(door clattering)

Please.

- What?

- I'm thinking about getting out.

(Teresa sighs)

- It seems I've heard this before.

- Have dinner with me.

I wanna talk about it again, seriously.

(Teresa laughs)

- You can't talk about anything seriously.

(Nick sighs)

- Hey, I'm a jerk, all
right, but a lovable jerk.

(Teresa laughs)

Hey, you're killing my self-image here.

You really are.

Just dinner, all right?

Please?

- I refuse to eat at El Maya.

- That's not a problem, real
restaurant this time, 'kay,

tablecloths, waiters, champagne, bathroom.

(Teresa laughs)

- I'm gonna regret this.

What the hell?
(hand thudding)

(gentle music continues)

(door slamming)

- Bring it back.

Go out for it.

And the crane.

Beautiful.

Hai, class up.

Hai, hai.

Thank you.

(mouthpiece buzzing)

(machine churning)
(mouthpiece continues buzzing)

(door clattering)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)
(dramatic music)

(cassette clattering)

(mellow music)

(mouthpiece buzzing)

(engine humming)

(mouthpiece buzzing)

(engine humming)

(mouthpiece buzzing)

(engines humming)

(cars smashing)

(horn honking)

- This man is serious.

(glass shattering)

(engine revving)

(mellow music continues)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(horn honking)

(tires screeching)

(mellow music continues)

(engine revving)

How do you like that shit, speed ball?

(engine revving)

(brakes squeaking)

(door clattering)

(mellow music continues)

(machine churning)

(magnet thudding)

(car clattering)
(mellow music continues)

(car thudding)

(magnet thudding)

(gunshots blasting)

(man screaming)

(engine revving)

(mellow music continues)

(engine revving)

(mellow music continues)

(engine revving)

(bulldozer clattering)

(metal crushing)

(door clattering)

(machine churning)
(dramatic music)

Hmm, ATC.

- You know, Nicholas Berzak,

sometimes you are not such a jerk.

- What?
(gentle music)

- Sometimes.

(lips smacking)

- God.

(Teresa laughs)

I got a great idea.

Let's go back to your place, get naked,

and then screw ourselves
into unconsciousness.

- (laughing) You're so romantic.

Couldn't you be just a little less direct?

- Yeah, sure.

We'll go back to your place, get naked,

(Teresa laughs)

Have some champagne and some strawberries,

and then screw ourselves
in unconsciousness.

- Oh, God, how could any woman
resist an approach like that?

- Well, believe it or not, somehow.

I'm just kidding.

Actually, you are the only woman

I've ever cared about in my entire life.

(lips smacking)

Goddamn it.

It's the wrong credit card.

Listen, baby.

- [Teresa] You want me to drive it out?

- Yeah.

(keys jingling)

(sighs) Just be a second.

(lips smacking)
(gentle music continues)

(Teresa laughs)

(footsteps plodding)

(keys jingling)

(explosion blasting)
(Teresa screaming)

(fire crackling)

(dramatic music)

Teresa.

(explosions blasting)

(person screaming)

(machine beeping)

(gentle music)

(respirator whirring)
(machine beeping)

- Nick, Nick.

- Frank, Jesus Christ, man, what happened?

- What about Theresa, is she okay?

- Yeah, she's gonna be okay.

What happened to you?

- Two dudes in a semi tried to squash me.

- Nick, I just heard
what, Jesus Christ, Frank,

what happened to you?

What the hell is going on here?

- Yeah, a couple of guys tried
to kill him in a semi-truck.

Somebody, and I'm not
saying it's DaCosta, okay,

somebody's after our asses.

- Are you guys getting
close to something here?

- Yeah, death.

- Larry, we need to keep
this really quiet, all right?

There's a very big deal
going down tomorrow.

It's on the east side.

- Where on the east side?

- [Nick] We'll find it.

- ATC Transport.

- See?

- ATC?

(engines humming)

- [Frank] Well, there's a
lot of activity out there.

How do we know where
the deal's going down?

- Check out the limo.

- [Frank] What limo?

- [Nick] What, that one.

- [Frank] Don't see any limo.

- You don't see that limo?

- [Frank] Oh, I see, oh, yeah,

yeah, yeah.
- 30 feet long.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Jesus, Frank.
(binoculars clattering)

Let's go check it out.

- Mm-mm, mm-mm,

now, you're gonna start
blowing everybody away.

We need a low profile.
(door clattering)

I'm going.

- You cut me to the bone, Frank.

- [Frank] Right.

Just keep your eye on the limo.

(door clattering)
(suspenseful music)

Yo.

(suspenseful music continues)

(engine humming)

- Shit, can't see the damn limo, hmm.

Come on, move the goddamn
truck outta there.

(suspenseful music continues)
(engines humming)

No, the fucking limo's gone.

Son of a bitch.

(engine revving)

Frank, get in the car.
(tires screeching)

- [Frank] Why, what happened?

- [Nick] The limo's gone.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(mellow music)

- [Frank] Would you mind telling me

what the hell's going on?

- [Nick] I think the limo's
in that fucking truck.

(sirens wailing)

- [Frank] What the hell are

all the black and white units doing here?

- [Nick] Must be our
leak in the department.

(sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music continues)

- This is not comfortable, gentlemen.

I'm in the same car, you know.

(lids clattering)
(suspenseful music continues)

(mellow music)

- Deals on wheels.

It's pretty slick.

- Yeah.

(siren wailing)

Police.

Police, pull your vehicle
over to the right.

Pull your vehicle over
to the right and freeze.

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

- Frank, I told ya, don't say freeze, man.

It only pisses 'em off.

(upbeat music)

(tires screeching)

(engines humming)

(plastic rustling)

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(gun clanking)

(tires screeching)

(gunshots blasting)

- I can't get a shot off.

- [Nick] Get in the back, Frank.

- What are you gonna do?

- Just get in the back, Frank, all right?

Trust me.

Check's in the mail.

(siren wailing)
(upbeat music continues)

Okay, get ready, Frank.

(gunshot blasting)

(tires screeching)
(siren wailing)

- Okay, you son of a bitch,

pull that truck over Goddamn it, now.

(brakes squeaking)

(door clattering)

All right, come on outta
there, son of a bitch.

All right, get down on the ground now.

Spread your legs out.

All right, gimme a hand.

Gimme a hand.
(door clattering)

(hand thudding)

(gunshots blasting)

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

(mellow music)

(door clattering)

Watch your head, partner.

10-4, good, buddy.

Let's get on down to shaky town.

- You know how to drive
one of these things?

- We'll find out.

(footsteps plodding)
(mellow music continues)

Oh, gross.
(Frank laughs)

(door slamming)

(engine humming)

Hang on back there, DaCosta.

♪ We're so glad you made it ♪

♪ We're so glad you made it ♪

(horn honking)

- [Officer] Come on, move up, move up.

You know this car?

Okay.

- [Officer] That's good, that's good.

Get those things outta here.

(door slamming)

- Frank.
- Let's go.

(door clattering)

Come on sport, out.

- You are completely surrounded.

Place your weapons at your feet.

Put your hands behind your head.

(latches clanging)

- [Officer] Stand back.

(door squeaking)

- Drop the gun, asshole.

Put your hands behind your head.

Get down outta the truck.

Let's go. Move it.

(feet thudding)

Over there.

Lay down.
- Hands on top of your heads.

- Move it, move it.
- On the ground,

on the ground, spread 'em.

- Well, what do you know, Tai Charlie.

We got Tai Charlie.

- [Officer] Top of your head.
- Drop the bag, Charlie.

- Hello, Arnie.
- Set it down carefully.

- Come on down.

- Come on, move it.

(feet thudding)

Move it.

Haul ass.

He did it to me again, Frank.

- Oh, Nick, gimme a break.

- Hey, the son of a bitch
isn't here, all right?

- I'm gonna have some coffee.

Want some coffee?

- (laughing) Holy shit.

You guys always gotta make
a big splash, don't you?

It's a nice case, though.

Congratulations, guys.

- [Nick] There are black
and white units rolling

on the warehouse, Larry.

What's that shit?

- Nick, I swear to God
Ferris told me specifically-

- [Nick] Yeah, uh-huh, right.

- We think Ferris is the
leak in the department.

- What?

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(gentle music)

(lips smacking)

(Teresa laughs)

- Hi, Speed, where you been?

- Working.

- Do you get him?

- I'm really sorry, baby.

I didn't know he'd hurt you.

- Think I'd feel any
better if he'd hurt you?

(gentle music continues)

Come here.

(lips smacking)

(sighs) Oh, God, Nick, when is

all this craziness gonna be over?

I just want it to be over.

- Soon, baby, really soon.

(lips smacking)
(gentle music continues)

(glass clinking)

(lips smacking)

(door clattering)

- [Intercom]Attention
please, visiting hours-

- Nicholas, Nicholas.
(footsteps plodding)

- Yeah, mom.

- When did you get here?

- Just no, but I gotta go.

- Oh, well, where are you
going this time of night?

- I have a little unfinished business.

I love you, mom.

(lips smacking)

- I love you, baby.

(footsteps plodding)

(gentle music)

(brakes squeaking)
(crickets chirping)

(door clattering)
(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

(phone clanking)

- Yes.

- Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary.

- Who is this?

- It's the wind and nothing
more, only this, nothing more.

- Manny, check the main gate.

(suspenseful music continues)

(bushes rustling)

(footsteps plodding)

(gate buzzing)

(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)

(flashlight thudding)
(guard grunting)

(body thudding)

- Yeah, quote the raven, asshole.

(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
that's really good right there.

Very slowly pull your
hands away from the weapon.

Good, put your hands behind your head now.

Interlace your fingers.

Hey, doll, do me a favor, would ya?

Take his piece.

Thumb and forefinger.

(gun clanking)

Great, put it right at my feet.

Now, reach around behind
me and get my cuffs.

- Mm.
(cuffs clanging)

- Just the cuffs, baby (laughs).

Okay, doofus, hug the statue.

- Monty.

- Monty, hug the statue, Monty.

(footsteps plodding)

Yeah, yeah.

(cuffs clanging)

Got him?

- Yeah.

- Shut him up.

Put your ankles together, chief.

That's good.

Oh, nice big ones, huh?

(hands thudding)

Thanks, sweetheart.

- I'm not armed.

- I can see that.

- Wanna frisk me anyway?

- Uh, uh, maybe some other time.

Where's your sugar daddy?

- He's in bed.

- Uh-huh.

- Call me.

- Okay.

(door clattering)

Stay, Monty.

(door squeaking)
(suspenseful music)

(feet thudding)

- What the fuck?

- Yeah, what the fuck, asshole?

Here we are, Harry, just you
and me, nobody between us.

- Insane.
(suspenseful music continues)

- Yeah, that's the rumor.

- [Harry] You won't shoot me.

(gun clanking)

- [Nick] I don't like you.

- [Harry] You can't shoot me.

You're a cop.

(gun clanking)

- Have a nice day, asshole.

(feet thudding)

(mellow guitar music)

- Hey, what's the matter?

You don't answer your phone anymore, huh?

- Hey, I'm about to be
suspended without pay, man.

- You're lucky DaCosta
didn't file criminal charges.

- (laughing) Are you
telling me how lucky I am?

Fuck you.

- Whoa.

I just talked to Teresa.

She'd like to see you.

- Oh.

What do I say to her?

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry I
almost got you killed."

She was right to throw me out.

I'm just bad news for everybody.

- So, what are you gonna
do, just walk away?

- Yeah, maybe.

- But what about DaCosta?

- He's clean. Frank, haven't you heard?

- Why don't you stop this?

- Oh, man, why don't you just go to hell?

- Hey, wait a minute, man.

For four years, you've
been bugging the shit

outta me about DaCosta.

You hammered my love life.

You took away my weekends.

You've been a fucking
pain in the ass, Nick.

But I hung in there with ya
because you're my friend.

We're partners.

- Hey, man, nobody
gives a shit, all right?

So, why the fuck should I?

- Because it's more than just DaCosta.

We were set up by one of our own guys.

You gonna walk away from that, too?

They fucked us, Nick,

and I think we ought to oblige them

and return the favor.

(footsteps plodding)

(bag thudding)

- Miranda Sullivan, American
Civil Liberties Union.

I'd like to see the transfer authorization

on a suspect Kettlebaum, Ira.

- Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, we don't have
anybody under that name.

Can you tell me how it's spelled?

- Just like it sounds.

- Hey, man, I'll knock you on your ass.

- Hey, just get over there and shut up.

- We need the keys to the evidence room.

- You have to sign in first.

- Hey, Berzak, I heard you got suspended.

- That's a bunch of shit, man.

The captain let me off.

- Okay, officer, you're
interrupting me, you know?

- Just a moment, ma'am, just a moment.

Uh, I'm gonna need you guys'
names, uh, the suspect's-

- Ow, son of a bitch, he bit me.

- Can we do one thing at a time, please?

It's spelled K-E-T-T-L-E-B-A-U-M.

- [Casey] Hey, get off of my booty, man.

- Is this standard operating
procedures around here?

- [Casey] Ah, stop it, man.

- Can we at least dump the evidence?

I'll take care of the
paperwork myself later, okay?

- I'm counting to three, man.
- Thanks.

Catch
- One, two, three.

- All right, now what?
- I'm gonna count to 10.

- [Nick] All right.

- Uh, officer, could you get that quickly?

Pay attention here.
- Freeze.

- I was here first.
- Come on.

- Please, do your duty.

Just get the lead out,
son, and get me Kettlebaum.

(baton thudding)

- Well, can you do it?

- I thought you guys said I
was off the hook, remember?

- We lied.

- Yeah, don't you know
you can't trust a cop?

- Yo, man, you dragged me
outta bed in the middle

of the night, no jacket, no
drawers on, kicking my ass.

- Cut the crap.

Can you do it or not?

- Course, I can do it.

I'd steal your mama.

I'm the best.
(cuffs clattering)

- Then, shut up and get started.

- Yeah, and scream every now and then.

- For what?

- So nobody gets suspicious, asshole.

- Yo, man, tell this
white boy brothers ain't

into that no more, man, just too cool.

I'm sorry.

- 'Kay, Mr. Cool, I'll tell you what.

You scream every now and
then, or I'll make you scream.

(Casey screaming)

(paper rustling)

- Fuck you, man.

(Casey screaming)

- I said Nettlebaum with an N.
(paper rustling)

- You said Kettlebaum.

- Don't you blame your
mistakes on me, sonny.

(safe clicking)

(baton thudding)

(Casey screaming)

(safe clicking)

(door clattering)

(door squeaking)

- Shit.

Oh, shit.

- [Nick] You can get in there, huh?

- Yeah, we can get in here.

(door clattering)

Hey, look, man, I don't
know what you guys are into,

but let me in, all right?

- Good job.

- Man, just open the box.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- What are you doing?

(baton thudding)

- I'm just checking it, man.
- Open the box.

- Damn.

I ain't been nowhere like this before.

- Yeah.
(box clattering)

- Okay.

- After you.
- After you.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

(door slamming)

- We can work together, man, me and you.

(door squeaking)

- [Nick] We decided to let
'em off with a warning.

(phone ringing)
(machine clanking)

- Marty.

(phone ringing)
(suspenseful music)

Hello.

- The cops don't have the cash no more.

- Who is this?

- Tai Charlie.

I'm not giving the cash to no one else,

no one else but you, Harry.

- You're fucking with me, you're dead.

So, I read about you.

- That was yesterday's news.

Our man downtown has more
pull than we thought.

I got it all back.

Meet me.

- When and where?

- 2:00 at the old athletic
club in Long Beach.

- [Harry] Monty, call our friend downtown.

- Narcotics, please.

(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)

Yeah, the old athletic club
in Long Beach, you know it?

It's Monty.

You know it?

He said, if you want to pick up your end,

be there at 2:00 AM.

Got it.

(phone clanking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

- What have you got, Tai?

(lid clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

So, you weren't kidding.

(footsteps plodding)

Ferris, what are you doing here?

- Freeze, police.

- Berzak, Hazeltine, what the hell?

What's going on here?

- [Frank] We got your mother's cold.

- [Ferris] You what?

- Don't play dumb, asshole.

- Not playing dumb, Nick.

Drop the gun, drop the gun.

(dramatic music)

- How could you let this happen, Kaminski?

- You shut up, Harry.

- Jesus Christ, Kaminski?

- I'm sorry, Nick.

- What about us, Larry?

- You two get to die a
heroic death, shooting it out

with a big-time drug smuggler
and Ferris, the dirty cop.

I'm sorry (laughing).

I really like you guys.

(fist thudding)
(gunshots blasting)

(upbeat music)

- [Ferris] Hold it, Charlie,
hold it right there.

(footsteps plodding)

(foot thudding)
(body thudding)

(upbeat music continues)

(foot thudding)
(Harry grunting)

(body thudding)
(Harry grunting)

(fists thudding)
(Harry grunting)

(cuffs clattering)

(dramatic music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

(glass shattering)

- Nick.

- Frank.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

- Showing the man the view.

(glass clattering)

- Oh, God, I'm so glad
DaCosta's behind bars.

I don't have to hear your mouth

about DaCosta anymore.
(door clattering)

I am so happy.

(Nick clears throat)

- Outside of breaking
every rule in the book,

damn near getting me killed,

(drawer clattering)

Booze on the job,

(glasses clinking)

You guys cracked a pretty big egg.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- However-

- Every time.

- Your tactics are lousy.

If Kaminski hadn't folded
and spilled his guts,

we still wouldn't have a thing on DaCosta.

- I'm sorry, sir.

(glass clinking)

- You guys are good cops, well done.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- Thanks, captain.

- Nice stuff.

(glass thudding)

- Uh, I gotta give up this business.

This is-
- What?

- I was just talking to myself, sir.

- Have a nice day, captain.

(Frank laughs)

(door clattering)
(fingers tapping)

(glass thudding)

(foot thudding)
(mellow music)

I always liked him.

- Nick, you are so full of it.

I swear.

- Hey, I did.

Besides that, I figured he
was clean the whole time.

(Frank laughing)

- Bullshit, bullshit.

Oh, excuse me.

- After you, Jesus.
- Jesus.

You know I'm gonna miss you, Speed.

- Hey, man, I keep trying to tell ya,

private investigation, all right?

You got your own hours.

You're your own boss.

It's very happening.

- (laughing) You're so
full of it, I swear.

- Can't bullshit a bullshitter, can I?

- Nope.

- All right, man.

- I'll see you later.

Take care of yourself.

- Okay, man.

- Come on, Speed.

Lake Arrowhead's gonna dry up.

- I'll see you later, Teresa.

Have a nice time.

- See you, man.
- Both of you.

- Okay, baby.

Bye.

Hi, darling.

(bags thudding)

(door clattering)

Let's get outta here.

(tires screeching)
(mellow music)

- [Mrs. Berzak]Nicholas,
it's your mother.

Listen, I don't understand
why you think I'm out of line

if I wanna go to Arrowhead
with you and Teresa.

(answering machine beeping)

Nicholas, it's me again.

I'm sorry I got angry,
but when a son can't talk

to his own mother, I don't know what's,

(machine whirring)

Nicholas, I am not a well woman.

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