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Good afternoon.

My husband and I belong to Calvary Baptist in Redmont.

I�m special agent Rick Kendall, FBI.

Oh. Oh, I�m sorry.

I thought you were Jehovah�s Witness.

They left me a note saying they�d be back...

What in the world?

I just need a few minutes of your time, ma�am.

One of your neighbours, Paul Travis,

has applied to the FBI Academy.

I�m doing a background check on him.

Paul?

In the FBI?

Oh, Lord.

SHE LAUGHS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Uh, excuse me for a moment.

This is Kendall.

Rick, this is Harris.

We have a 91 new in the town of Vedalia,

four miles east of 395 on Highway 61.

You�re the closest agent to the scene.

Can you respond?

I�m on my way. Yes, sir.

Call us when you reach the scene.

"Stern and I will be up there this evening."

Lab team is on the way.

Yes, sir.

Yes!

I�m sorry, ma�am.

I�ve been called away on an urgent matter.

Someone will be in touch.

Not five minutes after the armoured truck

dropped off the cash,

wham!

Got it all.

All the big stuff.

Somewhere north of half a million dollars.

I don�t know, I guess.

All I saw was that gun.

POLICE RADIO: "... Bank robbery in Vedalia."

Ray, you all right?

Well, I�m fine, Arlen. Why do you ask?

I told him to stay in the hospital,

but he wouldn�t listen.

Any word from the roadblocks?

Nothing yet.

The FBI�s on their way.

How�s Tommy?

He broke both his legs and his collarbone,

but he�s stable.

Thank God.

How about you, Arlen?

Well, I saw my entire life

pass before my eyes.

That must�ve taken a while.

Don�t you worry. We�ll get him.

CAR HORN HONKS

So, rough day, Nat?

They�re all rough.

HE CHUCKLES

Well, I got a good One for you today.

Two Irish guys sittin� at the end of a bar, right?

The one guy says to the other guy,

"You know, you look awful familiar to me."

The other guy says, "Well, you look familiar to me, too."

He says, "tell me something.

"Where are you from, man?"

He says, "Killarney."

"I�m from Killarney, too.

"What a coincidence."

He says, "tell me - what high school did you go to?"

"St. Mary�s."

"Praise the Lord.

"I went to St. Mary�s, too."

So he says, "What year did you graduate?"

He says, "1979."

"I graduated in 1979, too.

"Can you believe it?"

So the new bartender says to the owner,

"What�s up with these guys sitting at the end of the bar?"

And the owner says, "Oh, it�s just the O�Leary twins.

"they�re drunk."

BLUES TUNE PLAYS

# You�re damn right I got the blues... #

Oh, it�s Buddy Guy.

# From my head down to my shoes... #

I didn�t know that was on the jukebox.

Nobody ever plays it.

# From my head down to my shoes... #

What a shame.

Who�s that guy?

# Cos I don�t have a thing to lose... #

I don�t know.

Never seen him before.

# I stopped by my daughter�s house

# You know, I just want to use the phone... #

I want to buy him a drink.

Wh... what?

You heard me.

You can�t do that.

Why not?

Well, because he might get the wrong idea.

Or he might get the right idea, Jack.

Bartender.

Yeah?

Get him a drink.

Thank you.

From the lady.

Thanks for the drink.

Don�t mention it.

# You damn right I got the blues

# From my head down to my shoes

# You damn right I got the blues

# From my head down to my shoes

# You know I can�t win... #

Natalie Wright.

John Parker.

I hope you don�t Think I�m too forward.

No.

You want another drink?

Yeah.

Bartender,

another drink, please.

Are you married?

Separated.

Does she know it?

She knows it.

She thought of it.

How about you?

Divorced.

Almost a year now.

She�s asking for trouble.

You�re just jealous.

I am not.

I�d say it�s about time.

What�s she like?

My wife?

Patient. Smart.

Hates my guts.

Would that be true for all women,

or just the ones that really get to know you?

You like me.

I can tell.

I�ve always been partial to blondes.

Even bottled ones.

Where�s your car?

Over there.

Where�s yours?

Uh...

Yeah - over there.

What was it you said you did?

I don�t think I said.

Everything all right?

Compared to what, Ray?

Well, night.

Night.

That a friend of yours?

No. We used to be married.

You know what the best the thing

about being divorced is?

You don�t have to ask anyone�s permission

if you want to sleep with somebody.

You know what I mean.

You want to come to my place, Parker?

That would be nice.

Get in.

I don�t think so.

Your ex is parked around the corner.

I mean, unless you feel like

doing a field sobriety test.

SHE CHUCKLES

Can we walk?

OK.

This way.

Sorry about the mess.

Don�t worry about it.

My ex is a neat freak.

He had this obsession.

I had to do everything just like his mother did.

There were a tense and peculiar family, the Oedipuses.

Heh.

Think I like you, Parker.

Well, it�s still early.

So, what happened with you and the cop?

I found out he was cheating on me

with a waitress from the Indian casino.

I hated that.

Your word�s gotta be good, that�s my basic rule.

Is your word good, Parker?

Yep.

That�s my basic problem.

How�s that a problem?

It is.

How?

You have any cold beer?

Yeah.

I don�t usually do this.

Well, whisky clouds your judgment.

Lucky for you.

Parker.

It�s not my fault.

DOG BARKS

Oh, shit.

Ahem.

I�m special agent Rick Kendall, FBI.

Who�s in charge here?

I guess you are.

Cool.

Thanks, Arlen.

That him?

Yeah.

Looks like my paper boy.

Agent Rick Kendall, FBI.

Deputy Ray McCullough,

Vedalia sheriff�s department.

Why don�t you both sit down

and take me through it from the beginning?

All right.

Why don�t you start first, Ray?

OK.

Let�s see.

The armoured truck from the casino

arrived at 10.02am.

My partner, Deputy Meeker, and I always back up the guards.

ARLEN: Thanks, guys.

Drive down to Cora�s, get some pie and coffee?

Perfect call.

MAN: What?

WOMAN: Oh, no.

Oh, not another brownout.

Sally, you want to phone the power company?

Tellers, put your hands on your head,

and back away from the counter now.

Everybody else on the ground.

Down on the ground.

Not you. Up. Up.

You got the key?

Yeah. Open the vault.

Now.

Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt.

Hey, lumberjack,

want to lose a fuckin" leg?

Fill the bag.

Get your head down.

MAN: Yes, sir.

Come on.

Come to me.

On the floor. On the floor.

So he knocked out the power

the alarm and the video surveillance camera?

ARLEN: That�s right.

Tellers, put your hands on your head

and back away from the counter now.

Everybody else, on the ground.

Were there dye packs in the bundles of bills?

Always. Here.

Oh, wicked.

Oh, these are neat.

So, he picked up the dye packs

with the stacks of bills,

and the dye packs were set to go off

ten seconds after the money went through the door.

ARLEN: That�s correct.

KENDALL: But the dye packs never exploded

because the sensor went dead

when the power was cut.

Right.

Our boy knows the delivery time

of the money from the casino

and the way to beat the security system.

Pretty clean.

So, what happened next?

Well, I ran to the door,

and... and I saw the getaway car.

The alarm is dead!

Give me the phone.

Kate, give me the police.

We�ve been robbed.

"Unit 4, this is dispatch."

It�s for you.

"Unit 4, this is dispatch.

"Where are you, Ray?"

I�m on 395, Connie. What�s cookin�?

"Arlen just called. The bank�s been robbed.

"suspect fled in a light blue Chevy Impala

"headed west out of town toward 395."

We�re on it.

Hang on.

There he is.

KENDALL: You saw him go into the woods.

That�s right.

But he didn�t see you?

That�s right.

Continue.

Police! Freeze! Freeze!

Stop or I�ll shoot!

Let�s go. Let�s go!

SIREN WAILS

We chased him up a fire road and...

somehow or other, he got turned around

and was heading straight for us.

I swerved and... rolled the car,

and my partner busted both his legs, and I got this.

Looks painful.

Yeah.

DOOR CLOSES

Oh, excuse me.

There�s Chief Samson.

Who�s that?

Our local native Americans.

They own a casino here.

The way things are going,

before long they�ll own the whole county.

Well, they used to.

Gentlemen...

I�d like to, er,

meet the FBI agent in charge,

Rick Kendall.

This is chief Samson Otreyo

and his son Clifford.

How do you do?

You�re in charge

of catching the man who did this?

Yes, I am.

He is young.

Experience can be empty.

Innocence is always full.

Very nice to meet you.

How you feeling, honey?

It really hurts.

All right. I�ll be right back.

OK.

Hello?

"Hey, it�s Parker."

Hey.

I woke up, and you were gone.

"Yeah, I couldn�t sleep."

I slept like a baby.

You didn�t have to clean up my place, you know.

You make me feel like a slob.

"I�m sorry. That wasn�t my intention.

"I just couldn�t sleep."

Where are you?

"room 114, down the hall."

I wonder if you could come down here.

What happened?

So many marvellous people in this town,

I just don�t know where to begin.

Ah...

Hold on.

This is a gunshot wound.

Yep.

I need to get a doctor.

No, no, please.

Why?

No.

Oh, shit, Parker. It was you.

Ah... I need your help.

There�s a deputy down the Hall with two broken legs.

I don�t know you.

Natalie.

Wait.

Ah!

Been lookin� for you.

Drove by the house.

You drove by my house?

Missed all the fun this morning.

Sleep late?

What were you doing at my house?

You�re in big trouble, honey.

That man you were with last night...

he robbed a bank this morning.

What? What are you talking about?

I didn�t do anything wrong.

What�s his name?

Let go of me.

What�s his name?

Parker.

I think.

You think.

Where�s he from?

I didn�t get his resume, Ray.

Where is he now?

How am I supposed to know? I don�t know anything about him.

He didn�t even spend the night. It was nothing.

You know about nothing...

don�t you, Ray?

You know, the whole town�s gonna know

you were screwing this guy.

Oh. Ha.

They already know I�m a lousy judge of character.

You still miss me, though, don�t you, baby?

We�ll be calling you in for questioning.

HE GRUNTS

It�s OK.

What�s your blood type?

HE SIGHS

O- positive.

My car�s in the parking lot

right out back.

Think you can make it?

Yeah.

Get in it. Wait for me.

I�ll be there in a few minutes.

I get a lunch break.

Thank you.

PA: "Nurse Montgomery to the nurses" station.

"Nurse D. Montgomery, please report to number four."

Hey, guys. I just got the rundown

from the DMV on that Camaro.

It�s registered to a John Parker.

And you ready for this?

He�s a Los Angeles police officer.

He�s a cop?

A detective.

Just stay low.

That shouldn�t be a problem.

NATALIE: All right, get up on the table.

Here.

You�re lucky the bullet went straight through.

That�s easy for you to say.

You smell nice.

Thanks. It�s the alcohol.

Hold still.

You got a real...

mean streak, yeah?

Roll over on your side.

Ow!

Fuck!

You�re enjoying this, aren�t you?

What was that?

You need some rest.

I need to be clear-headed.

Go to sleep.

Listen, there�s something I need to tell you.

Not now. We�ll talk later.

You�re very beautiful, you know that?

And you�re a mess.

One of these times, I�m gonna get the last word.

I doubt it.

You see?

THUNDER CRASHES

I thought you were gonna wait in the car.

Who�d watch your back, those two?

They couldn�t find a prayer in the Bible.

That other thing?

We�ll talk about it over drinks.

I�m serious, Johnny.

I know that. We�ll talk about it over drinks.

I�m coming to get some.

He�s gonna need a transplant

when I�m done. Come on, Jamal.

Suck on this, boy. Look at that.

You want some of this? Look at that.

Mmm. Boo-yah! Boo-yah!

What do you got, Spaz?

Bedrooms are clear, front�s clear.

Roy?

I got two in the living room.

All right.

I�m going in.

DOOR CRASHES OPEN

PARKER: Police! Police! Freeze!

Freeze!

Put your hands on your head!

Down on you knees!

Get down on your Fuckin� knees now!

5-0 is in your crib, Charles.

Spaz?

Good. Roy?

Good!

Mitch. On the table next to the couch.

Gun. PARKER: Yep.

You, where�s King Charles?

Oh, he�ll be along directly.

Mitch?

Good.

Roy? Good!

Spaz?

Hit. In the vest.

All right, I�m coming to you, Mitch.

You got this guy?

I got him. All right.

Shit! Mitch is down! Roy, check spaz!

Oh, no.

Come on, Mitch.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Get an ambulance!

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

OK, Mitch.

Forgive me, Father...

We�re gonna get you out of here, OK?

It�s all right.

Don�t worry. I�m gonna get you out of here, OK?

Mitch.

Mitch?

Mitch. Mitch.

Mitch!

Mitch!

Get a fucking ambulance!

"detective Parker? "

"detective Parker! "

Will you tell us, please, how Detective O�Grady died?

You, er... You want to know how he died?

That�s why we�re here.

I�m sorry...

it�s not in the report you�ve got there?

Yes, it is, but I need to hear it from you.

Answer the doctor, John.

How did Sergeant O�Grady die, Detective?

Very reluctantly.

John.

He died squeezing my hand.

He died...

begging God for forgiveness.

What did he want to be forgiven for?

His sins.

And what were his sins?

Take us through the events leading up

to detective O�Grady�s death.

Sorry, um...

take you through the events?

John, you know this procedure.

Help us out here.

You need my help? I�ll help you out.

Sit down, Detective!

Fuck you. It�s in the report.

I�m not gonna sit here and pick his bones.

Aah!

Vince.

He just walked in. Hold on, please.

FBI on two.

This is Lieutenant Marino.

Lieutenant, this is Agent Rick Kendall in Vedalia.

I guess you heard about our situation up here.

"Yes, I have."

You have a positive ID?

"Yes, we do. Er..."

two deputies saw him clearly

when he was switching cars after the robbery.

Now, you�re Detective Parker�s supervisor, is that right?

"Yes, I am."

OK, tell me about him.

Well, let me put it this way.

I�m not shocked that something like this happened.

Really? How so?

"detective Parker is on voluntary stress leave

"and under a fitness- for-duty review."

I see. What�s the problem?

He was involved in a drug raid six days ago.

Three suspects were killed along with Parker�s partner.

"Needless to say, he took it hard.

"He walked out in the middle of"

a critical incident debriefing

and disappeared for three days.

Then he called in requesting stress leave.

We asked him to come in for a psych evaluation

and he refused.

"We haven�t heard from him since."

Why do you think he would rob a bank?

That�s where they keep the money.

"I�m sorry, um..."

this thing has thrown me.

Parker�s been withdrawn, short-tempered

for some time now.

"His marriage broke up recently,

"and I think he has some financial difficulties."

Put his partner�s death on top

and I guess he just snapped.

Well, I appreciate your candour, Lieutenant.

We�ll keep you abreast of our progress up here.

In the meantime, two of my colleagues

will be coordinating the investigation

there in Los Angeles with you

in your internal affairs division.

I�ll be happy to cooperate in any way possible.

"We appreciate that."

Agent...

Parker is a very smart cop.

And the last thing a cop wants

is to go to prison.

I hate to say this, but I�m sure he�s armed

"and should be considered extremely dangerous."

Thank you. We�ll keep that in mind.

Can you fucking believe this?

Well, he seemed to be helpful.

Very. It�s refreshing.

Usually, these guys are quiet as a tomb.

Protect their own, you know?

This your, um, first bank robbery?

Yeah, er, but, you know,

we spend weeks on this at the academy.

Weeks, huh?

It�s my first bank robbery, too.

The blind leading the blind.

There�s the time - 10.02.

And that�s when the guards dropped off the money.

And now, I�ll just fast forward it

about ten minutes...

There... Now it�s 10.12.

That�s when we lost power.

KNOCKING

Hello, Mrs Van Beek.

Chris.

You the agent in charge here, Kendall?

Yes, I am.

What do you have for me?

An electrical transformer in the alley.

I need a full rundown on composition

and means of detonation.

Deputy McCullough can show you where it is.

Nice to meet you.

Fingerprints?

Er, the perp wore surgical gloves.

Anyway, we�ve ID-ed him already.

Have you? Well, that�s quick work.

The Bureau likes that.

Keep that up and you�ll get an atta-boy.

Three atta-boys and you get a raise.

Shall we, Deputy?

All right.

SHE GASPS

Where have you been?

What are you doing up? You should be in a coma.

Where have you been?

I work for a living.

You get off at 6.00. It�s almost 8.00.

I stopped off at the bar for a drink.

You�re drunk.

No, I�m not.

Who did you talk to?

That�s none of your business.

Do you mind?

Get out.

Why haven�t you turned me in?

Yet. I haven�t turned you in yet.

I�ll get around to it.

Will you?

You can count on that.

You�re a real girl scout, aren�t you?

That�s me.

So, what�s holding up the parade?

Tell me.

Tell me.

My mother told me never to argue with bank robbers.

So, why didn�t you call the police?

Why did you help me?

Tell me.

You�re awful cranky when you�re shot up,

you know that?

Just how sore are you, Parker?

Mmm...

What can I say, Jim? Just bad timing, that�s all.

Yeah. I�m working with the FBI agent

even as we speak.

Yeah, he�s a great guy.

Yeah, we were just so close to getting� him.

How he got turned around that quick in those woods,

it�s beyond me.

Tommy said the same thing.

No, I wouldn�t call him right now.

They got him all doped up.

Well, it�s gonna be a while before he�s up

and around, I can tell you that.

Yeah, I�ll tell him.

He�ll appreciate that.

All right. Hey, bring me a pineapple.

Yeah.

The sheriff?

Yeah.

He�s pissed cos he�s missing all the fun.

Which island did he go to?

Kauai.

His first vacation in five years,

wouldn�t you know it?

What?

Nothing.

Come on. What?

I wonder why he left his car on the highway.

What, the Camaro?

Yeah, why would he leave it

out in the road where anybody could see it?

He could have stashed it in the woods

where he was gonna leave the Impala.

He drives in, he makes a switch,

nobody sees a thing.

Yeah.

Yeah, that is odd.

Maybe he was afraid he�d get stuck,

blow a tire.

And he would leave tyre prints

next to the getaway car that we could trace.

That�s a good point.

But that still doesn�t explain Why he would park there.

He had to walk six miles back to town to steal the car.

That�s a hell of a walk.

It doesn�t make sense.

Maybe he just doesn�t want it to make sense.

Maybe.

"21-70 calling base."

This is base. Go ahead, Billy.

"I�m down at St Edmonds, Ray."

"Father Jamison came home and found

"a light blue Chevy Impala

"parked in the rectory garage.

"He says it�s full of bullet holes.

"You better come down here."

RAY: "Be right there."

Wow.

Don�t touch that!

I won�t.

I won�t.

Oh, there�s blood all over the seat.

You got him, all right.

Looks like.

Father, how long do you think it�s been here?

Well, I left here about 11.00 this morning.

I guess any time after that.

Thank you, Father.

Well, now we know why the roadblocks are all a zero, huh, boys?

Probably snagged another car.

Nothing has been reported stolen.

Whole town knows about this.

You think we would have heard by now if a car was missing.

Maybe he�s still here.

Or he�s got an accomplice.

I�ll go call highway patrol again.

No. I�ll do it.

You done enough already. You go home.

No, I�m fine.

I just need some more aspirin, that�s all.

No, we�ll cover it.

You go get some rest.

You�re not gonna be any good if you don�t.

Yeah, he�s right. Get the hell out of here.

I�ll drive you home.

No, no. I�m good.

Hey, er, thanks for all your help today.

Don�t mention it.

Take care of yourself. Night.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

You washed my dishes.

What?

You asked me why I didn�t turn you in.

You washed my dishes.

That was it, huh?

That was it.

Oh...

Why don�t you take my car?

Drive to Reno.

You can get a plane to anywhere.

No, not yet.

You can�t stay here, Parker.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Get out. You have no right.

Where is he? Who?

Don�t fuck with me.

I saw what�s in your garbage can.

Now, where is he?

Where do you think?

He�s hiding under the bed.

I was just joking, Ray.

I�ll be laughing all the way through your trial.

Aah!

Is he still alive?

It�s possible.

You all right?

Oh, God, this is a mess.

I�m screwed, aren�t I?

I�m sorry about this.

No, you�re not. I�ll make it up to you.

No, you won�t.

They�re gonna put me in jail, aren�t they?

You didn�t do anything wrong.

Aiding and abetting after the fact,

whatever the hell that is.

Accessory after the fact.

They put you in jail for that.

It�s gonna be all right.

That�s easy for you to say.

Ah!

Trust me.

Now you�re really scaring me.

Oh, shit.

Ahh...

oh, God, you�re haemorrhaging.

We gotta get you to the hospital.

Oh, fuck.

SIGHING

What a day.

Shit.

Shit.

You rookie.

PHONE RING

Mr Morris, this is Agent Kendall.

Yeah, I�m down at the bank.

Could you come down here?

Yeah, thanks.

I always wanted to do this.

It must have been some marriage.

You have no idea.

I�ll remember to stay on your good side.

Too late.

Ow!

Ow! God!

That hurts.

Shh. I gave you a local.

It still hurts.

Be quiet. Somebody�s going to hear us.

You remind me of my first girlfriend, Martha Jane Murray.

She used to kick me in the shins.

Well, I aim higher.

Hold that.

You can sit up.

My friend Karen works at the bank.

At the bar tonight, she was telling me

that you made off with half a million dollars.

Where is it?

Where�s what?

Where�s the money?

It�s safe.

You don�t trust me.

What do you think?

I think a person could have a lot of fun

with that kind of money.

I thought you were a girl scout.

Till I met you.

Now I�m an accessory after the fact.

My mother was a nurse in this hospital.

I was born down the hall.

I�ve spent my whole life in this town,

in this hospital,

except for my honeymoon

and a ten-minute trip to Disneyland.

I don�t want to die in this place.

So what are you saying?

I�m tired of being cold all the time.

I�m tired of...

falling asleep with the television on.

Why am I telling you this?

It�s none of your business.

I figure you owe me.

Really?

I saved your life twice,

and I think that entitles me to half the money.

Half, huh?

California�s a community property state. It�s 50-50.

We can go our separate ways.

I�m a cop.

What?

I�m a cop.

In the pocket.

Inside pocket.

You�re a cop.

Shit, Parker,

I was just starting to like you.

Well, you knew it wouldn�t last, right?

Cop and a crook.

Saves a lot of time.

You want the good news or the bad news?

Oh, there�s more bad news?

I�m in some trouble back in LA.

Pardon me if I�m not surprised.

There�s a group of friends I�ve got,

all detectives.

All of us started out in the same division.

Over the years, we stayed very close.

A while back, we found a way we could work together,

even though we were spread out across the department.

Hey, John.

What�s up, Mitch?

You got the address?

684 Hawthorne.

Nice neighbourhood.

How rare.

What�s the matter with him?

PARKER: Nothing.

He seems...

disgruntled.

Well, he�s got a wife in menopause

and a daughter in puberty.

What are you going to do?

He hasn�t been talking to anybody, has he, John?

That would be very bad.

Get in the car. Let�s roll.

You all right?

I�m tired.

Well, we�ll take care of this

and have you in bed before Leno comes on.

No, I mean I�m really tired, Johnny.

Come on, Mitch, don�t start.

Doesn�t this ever get to you, Johnny?

It isn�t what we signed up for.

Look, we do this,

tell the guys that we want to lay low for a while, OK?

No, it�s not OK.

This guy King Charles is a nasty piece of work.

What if doesn�t want to just...

roll over? What then?

Are we going to kill him?

Are you prepared for that, John?

Nobody�s going to get killed.

We go in, and scare him,

take his money, and that�s all.

Oh, that�s all?

Listen to you.

Look at us, John, we�re thieves.

You know, shaking down drug dealers is the same as taking bribes.

It�s not the same as taking fucking bribes.

It is the same, John.

What do you think?

They should keep all that money

while they string out the whole neighbourhood?

No, they should go to jail where they belong.

We took an oath.

Don�t talk to me about the Fucking oath, all right?

Not you, not me.

We swore on our honour to uphold the law...

I know what we fucking swore on.

At first, it was a great idea.

The band of brothers.

Put a wrench in the works of the bad guys...

and pad the pockets of the good guys.

It put those kids through college,

buy that little cabin by the lake.

I can�t do it any more, Johnny.

I can�t.

They�re worried about you, Mitch.

They should be.

You stay in the car.

I�ll tell them you�re not feeling well.

Mitch...

Mitch and I will take the back.

Side. Front.

I thought you were going to wait in the car.

And who�ll watch your back?

Those two?

They couldn�t find a prayer in the bible.

That other thing?

We�ll talk about it over drinks.

I�m serious, Johnny.

I know that. We�ll talk about it over drinks.

Ahh.

It was perfect.

I mean, who are they going to call?

It was easy.

Then my partner got killed.

He has a cabin up here, so I came up to...

clear my head.

What�s so unclear?

I�ve known these guys for 20 years.

I�ve put my life on the line for them...

and them for me.

But they broke the law.

You all did.

And so after all that, you decide

to cut and run and rob a bank?

RATTLING

Come on.

This door�s not supposed to be locked?

Who has the key?

I don�t know. I�ll have to call maintenance.

Uhh!

OK, so what�s the good news?

What good news?

Oh, yeah, the good news.

The good news is, I didn�t rob the bank.

What?

I didn�t rob the bank.

When I left your place this morning,

you were still sleeping.

Not another brownout.

Sally, you want to phone the power company?

All right, move!

Get back! Get back! Get back!

Get on the ground, now!

Get on the floor!

All you tellers - you�re back against the...

the thing there... the wall!

Everyone down on the ground, now!

Not you! You got the keys?

What? Take out the key!

Move!

Keep your fucking head down!

Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt!

Hurry up! Open it up!

Here.

Fill it!

I said keep your fucking head down!

Get down!

TYRES SCREECH

Shit.

The alarm is dead!

Give me the phone!

TYRES SCREECH

Yeah, give me the police.

We"ve been robbed.

Oh, yes!

Put you hands on the roof of the car!

Uhh.

Fuck.

Bank robbery is a federal offence, my foolish friend.

You�re under arrest.

Put your gun down and put your hands up.

I�m a police officer making an arrest.

Drop your gun.

I�m a cop. Just let me show you...

Put your gun on the ground.

OK.

OK?

Thank you.

Can I show you my shield now?

Not necessary.

Uhh!

Holy shit!

Who in the hell is that?

I don�t know, I�ve never seen him.

He must have been in town and seen me when I hit the bank.

But you didn�t see him? No.

Because you�re a fucking idiot!

God!

Just great.

This is just great!

Now we got a murder rap.

"Unit 4, this is dispatch."

Oh, shit! Shit!

"Unit 4, this is dispatch. Where are you, Ray?"

On 395, Connie. What�s cooking?

"Arlen just called, the bank�s been robbed.

"suspect fled in a light blue Chevy Impala

"headed west out of town toward 395."

We�re on it.

We got to get this son of a bitch out of here

and get to town as fast as we can.

ENGINE STARTS

He�s got the money!

Ray and Tommy?

Yep.

I figure Ray knocked out the power in the bank,

and Tommy robbed it.

I can�t believe that.

Well, they�re probably the only cops on duty for, what, 50 miles?

So who�s going to catch them?

The sheriff�s on vacation.

Perfect.

Tommy knocks over the bank,

drives out of town, they dump the car,

Ray picks him up, they drive back to town,

they show up at the bank to investigate the crime

with the cash in the trunk.

Ray thought of that?

Apparently.

He never showed that kind of initiative

when we were married.

Maybe he�s a late bloomer.

Working late at the bank.

Why don�t you just go on in and tell them the truth?

Right now, my credibility�s not so good.

Can�t disagree with you there.

Let�s go to Ray�s place.

Everything under control, Rick?

Yes, sir.

Er, Agents Stern and Harris, this is...

Vincent Marino, Los Angeles Metro Police.

We talked on the phone.

Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.

The chief wanted me to come up and see what was happening here.

He thought I could be of some help.

I�ve known Parker a long time.

Well, you�re certainly welcome.

Thank you.

Any breakthrough�s since we talked?

I was just briefing Lieutenant Marino.

There have been some, er...

Interesting developments.

Why don�t you have a seat?

All right.

This is from the surveillance Camera at the bank�s ATM.

Notice the time - 10.12.

That�s our suspect.

Detective Parker.

And that�s when the power went out.

Why would a guy about to rob a bank

go to the ATM,

get photographed...

leave his card in it?

Maybe he wanted to get caught.

Or maybe he didn�t rob the bank.

I interviewed the bank employees.

They said that it was less than ten Seconds after the lights went out

that the robber, wearing a clown mask and a jumpsuit,

ran through the front door.

OK. Here we go.

The power is out. That gives Parker ten seconds

to put on a jumpsuit, a mask,

pick up a shotgun,

run around the side of the bank to the front door...

Time�s up.

People�s sense of elapsed time is often unreliable

in crisis situations.

That�s true, but forget ten seconds.

I don�t think Parker could have done it

in much less than a minute.

I tried.

My best time was 54 seconds,

and I was smokin".

Shit.

No, Detective Parker couldn�t have robbed the bank.

It�s physically impossible.

And as Sherlock Holmes once said,

"Once you eliminate the impossible,

"whatever remains, no matter how improbable,

"is the truth."

We have a pair of eyewitnesses

that we need to re-interrogate.

Nice work, Rick.

Not bad, kid.

GLASS SHATTERS

Keeps a nice house.

He never washed my dishes.

Aren�t you supposed to have a search warrant or something?

That�s only on TV.

Let�s see what web sites Ray�s been visiting.

Oh, same ones I go to.

Look at these.

"take Wings Tickets, Fly By Night,

"Vacation, Vacation, Vacation, Inc."

Guess Ray�s been planning a little trip.

Here we go.

"sierra Nevada Power Corporation."

There�s the square, and there�s the bank.

NATALIE: What�s that?

A sawed-off shotgun was used in the robbery.

Now we can go to the FBI.

Thank God.

Aah!

Well, isn�t this a nice little family reunion?

That�s my gun, asshole...

and my shirt.

Ex-gun, ex-shirt.

Put it down.

The gun or the shirt?

Don�t waste my time. Put it down.

The last time I did that, you shot me, Ray.

Yes, I did.

You�re not gonna shoot me this time, are you?

Remember, I know where the money is.

That is correct...

and you�re gonna give it to me.

Now, you put that down, or I�ll shoot her.

You don�t want to do that, Ray.

After she screwed you? You just try me.

Now, back up.

All right, where�s the money?

Open the back door for me.

You drive, sweetheart.

He didn�t rob the bank.

What?

I thought they had an eyewitness.

It�s all fucked up.

Parker is clean.

So, what are we gonna do?

What do you think?

Whoa, whoa. What are we talking about here?

The feds are gonna be all over him.

You want to go to jail?

Because if he talks, you will go to jail.

Keys.

All right, where is it?

You know, Ray, there�s a long list

of things I don�t like about you,

but I never figured you for a thief.

Shut up. Where is it?

How can you do this? You grew up in this town.

That�s right, I did.

Now I�m watchin� it rot.

Damn casino is ruining the whole county.

Lowlife gamblers driftin� in and out of town.

You know we got a drug problem

in the high school now?

Don�t tell me you haven�t seen it change.

Honest people bled dry of their life savings

by a bunch of greedy Indians.

You�re a racist.

That�s worse than a thief.

You like being a cop, don�t you, Ray?

Yeah. I did.

Now where�s the money?

There�s a real sense of satisfaction

in upholding the law,

protecting the public good.

The profession attracts Guys like us.

Guys who enjoy having Power over people.

If you want to be a nice guy, you�re a nice guy.

If you want to be a son of a bitch...

you�re a son of a bitch.

Yeah.

Can you guess how I�m feelin" right now?

The problem with having that power

is we grow to be paranoid.

Paranoia breeds contempt.

Tell you what,

you give me the fuckin" money right now,

or I shoot off her pretty little nose.

Hmm?

You�re standing on it.

What?

The money�s under the floor.

You�re standing on it.

Get over here.

It�s right under...

Get over here and open it.

Go over there where I can see you.

Move.

THUNDER CRASHES

Get it out. Set it on the floor.

Come up from there with anything in your hand

besides a bag of money,

and I�ll put one in your melon.

Aah!

GUNSHOT

Those were gunshots.

Let�s move.

I said move.

You�re a sneaky bastard, Parker.

Saves a lot of time.

We need an ambulance

and the FBI.

Oh, my foot!

My toe!

You�re under arrest, Ray.

You have the right to lie there and moan

until we haul your ass to jail.

I asked Mrs Van Beek

to get over here with her gear.

If it�s all right with you,

we�ll treat this as a crime scene.

You don�t need my permission.

Yes, I do.

First agent on the scene

is the agent in charge.

Bureau policy.

Great, then could you get me some coffee?

Don�t push it.

I just got a call on the radio.

They�re up at the lake.

RAY GROANS

You shot my fucking toe off!

We can call you Stumpy.

You bitch...

He�s in there, but he has company.

A woman and a wounded deputy.

But he�s the only one armed.

Shit! Roger that.

We go in on my signal.

MARINO: "three, two, one."

Find him!

GUN CLICKS Shit!

Aah! Uhh...

HE GROANS

I�m shot.

Shit.

All right... when I turn back,

run through the woods, and go to the road.

OK.

Ready? Ready.

OK, go.

GUN CLICKS

Get the girl!

GUNSHOT

Aah!

GUNSHOT

You all right? Yeah.

Last man standing wins.

Unh!

Do you know where our money is?

Yeah.

Yeah, I will. I gotta go, Mom.

I love you, too.

Detective Parker,

Agent Rick Kendall, FBI.

I have a lot of Questions for you.

This your first bank robbery?

My first actual one, yes.

You realise that you,

and your participation in these events,

present us with a timely opportunity?

The justice department has a special task force set up

to investigate corruption and civil rights violations

by the Los Angeles metro police department.

There�s a grand jury already in place.

Would you be willing to...

talk to them?

Yeah.

Thank you.

OK.

Oh, there�s just one more thing.

Where�s the money?

The money.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good morning, boys.

I must say, it was a thrill

to find this in the poor box,

if only for a moment.

Come on. Move it along.

Do you think they know we�re cops?

Wicked.

CAMERA CLICKS

So, John, what are you gonna do

with the rest of your life?

I got a lot of plans.

Eat some oysters...

Mmm.

Massage your feet.

Mm-hmm.

I�ve been thinking about

climbing that tree over there

and picking you those coconuts.

When I met you at the bar,

I had this feeling.

Oh, yeah? Where?

Here.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yes, I do.

Saves a lot of time.