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(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Woman] No, let go!

- [Man] Shut up, you hear me?

- [Woman] No!

- [Man] I'll kill you right here!

- [Woman] Help!

- [Man] Shut up!

(slapping)

- [Woman] Help!

- [Man] God damn it, I'll Kill you right fuckin' here!

- [Woman] Let go!

- [Man] Get up!

- [Woman] No!

- [Man] Get up!

- [Woman] Help! (glass shattering)

(baby wailing)

- [Man] Oh, fuck!

- [Woman] Help me!

Somebody help!

- [Man] Shut up!

(hand slapping) (woman screaming)

God damn it!

(objects clattering)

I'll blow your fucking head off right here!

(woman screaming)

No morel

I'll kill you right here.

Shut up, listen to me.

I want you to shut up-

(gun cocking)

- [Megan] Police, drop it!

- Stay back, cop.

Stay back or I'll blow her head off!

- Help, Officer!

- Okay, just let her go.

Just let her go.

I don't want anybody to get hurt.

I don't want to hurt you. - Don't come any closer!

- Okay, just let her go.

- Die, bitch! (woman screaming)

(gun firing)

(man groaning)

(gun firing)

- Shit!

- Okay, gentlemen, next victim.

You killed the husband, but the wife killed you, Turner.

In the field,

you've gotta have eyes in the back of your head.

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(gun clicking)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Megan humming) (dramatic orchestral music)

(footsteps stomping)

- Graduating class.

At ten-hut!

Ready, move!

I do hereby pledge, declare.

- [Class] I do hereby pledge, declare.

- [Commissioner] That I will uphold

the Constitution of the United States.

- [Class] That I will uphold

the Constitution of the United States.

- And the Constitution of the State of New York.

- [Class] And the Constitution of the State of New York.

- [Commissioner] And I will faithfully discharge the duties.

- [Class] And I will faithfully discharge the duties.

- [Commissioner] Of police officer

in the New York City Police Department.

- [Class] Of police officer

in the New York City Police Department.

- [Commissioner] According to the best of my ability.

- [Class] According to the best of my ability.

- [Commissioner] Ready, move!

- Sir, could you move for just one second?

Just one second.

Come on, excuse me, excuse me.

Okay, there it goes. (camera shutter clicking)

Ah!

(man laughing)

- Good.

- Oh, honey, can you take a picture,

just me and Megan alone?

- [Man] Okay, come on, Jennifer.

- We're gonna go take a picture of your mommy and me, okay?

- [Man] Come on, let's get something to drink.

- I can't believe it, you're a fuckin' cop.

You're on the right side of the law.

How's it feel?

- Feels like I need a cigarette.

- Megan, I'm really proud of you.

I love you.

- I love you, too, Tracy, thanks for coming.

- Come on, let's take a picture.

- Okay. - Act like a cop.

- [Man] Hey, Vinny, over here!

- [Woman] Wait a second, wait a second.

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

(camera shutter clicking)

(exciting music) (horns honking)

- [Doorman] (laughing) Hey, Megan, look at you.

- Not bad, huh?

- [Doorman] (laughing) Yeah, very, uh, you know.

- Yeah. (chuckling)

(tape rewinding)

- [Shirley] Hi, honey, it's Mom.

I just wanted to say congratulations,

and we're gonna see you tomorrow night, I hope.

Bye. (dial tone humming)

(sombre orchestral music)

- Have some more of this.

- [Megan] No, I'm okay.

- It's so nice to have you here.

- [Megan] Nice to be here.

- Yeah, right. - Look, I give up.

I guess the subways were all on strike, but, you know,

I didn't read anything about it in the papers,

but who's counting?

Buses must have all had flats,

and I guess no taxis came across the river yesterday.

- [Shirley] I wanted so badly to be at the ceremony, I-

- Shut up, Shirley.

- Oh, Dad, just say it.

- I have nothing to say to you.

- [Shirley] Frank, don't.

- I wanna hear it.

- [Frank] Hear what?

- Now, don't start.

I wanna have a nice meal.

- I've got a goddamn cop for a daughter.

(dramatic orchestral music) (men chattering)

- Come on, man, step inside.

Check it out, check it out.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Man] Hey, showtime out here!

Showtime out here, step up!

Show starts in 10 minutes here!

(police radio chattering)

- [Officer] So, Turner, how come?

For the action?

- How come what?

- [Officer] You're a cop?

- Ever since I was a kid. - Yeah, me, too.

I looked at those guys, the men in blue,

and I thought to myself, nobody fucks with a cop.

Ever since you were a kid, huh?

- Yeah, I wanted to shoot people.

- No kiddin'?

- [Megan] Mm-mm.

(man laughing)

- You're okay, Turner, you're okay.

(both laughing)

Turn in a minute, I gotta take a leak.

(man singing)

- [Man] Hey, can I help you?

- Yeah, two regulars.

One of these.

(register beeping)

(girl crying)

- [Woman] Okay, honey, that's enough.

- [Girl] Aw, no fair.

- [Woman] No, No sugar.

- [Girl] Aw, please!

- [Woman] Honey, try not to yell.

Go, honey.

(man groans) - Thank you.

Come on, honey.

Come on, honey, let's go.

- On the floor, all of you! (girl screaming)

You, give me the cash drawer, man.

What, you want it engraved, asshole?

Hurry the fuck up!

- I said $1.57, ma'am.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Ah, damn, shit.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Megan breathing heavily)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Open the drawer, man.

Okay, calm down, you fuckin' jerk, huh?

Fuckin' crybaby.

Something wrong with your pants, man?

Calm the fuck down!

You think I'm some kind of fuckin' idiot, man?

Where are the fuckin' big bills?

Where are the C-notes?

Under the fuckin' drawer, man, I'm not a fuckin' fool.

You gonna fuck with me, huh?

(pots clinking) Give me the big bills!

Hurry the fuck up, man!

Put your head down, you dumb fucking bitch.

I'm not ordering Chinese food, fuck face.

Give me the money.

That's right, the change in there, the change in there.

All right, no one even fucking breathe.

(robber grunting)

All right, all right, you want it engraved, asshole?

Hurry the fuck up.

Give me the bag, give me the bag.

(Megan panting)

Wanna play games, huh?

You wanna play some fucking games?

You didn't wanna stick in any of the fucking change.

- Police, don't move!

Put the gun down!

- Get out of my face, baby.

- [Megan] Put down the gun.

- Look, bitch, I didn't come here to fuck with you.

- I said, put the gun down now!

- Oh, fuck you!

(gun firing) (robber grunting)

(window shattering) (intense music)

(Megan panting)

(alarm ringing)

- Holy shit!

Jesus Christ, Turner.

Fuck.

- Evening, Mr. Hunt. - Hi.

- Three, two, Mets.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(phone ringing)

- Let's go over it again.

The only bullets fired were yours.

You say the suspect had a gun,

but no weapon was found at the scene.

The cashier also states the suspect had a weapon,

but can't be sure what it was.

When asked if it could have been a knife,

the witness answered in the affirmative.

- Chief Hoyt, I'd like to add, please,

that the cashier was very upset.

- Yeah, no question.

But the fact remains that you emptied an entire load.

You blew the fuckin' head off an individual

who only allegedly had a gun!

I suggest to you that there may have been some overreaction

on your part.

You're on modified assignment, Officer Turner.

Push pencils for a while.

- Stanley, you gotta hear this, okay.

- Look, Nick-

- No, it'll just take a second, you'll piss yourself.

This guy's in from Hackensack, right?

It's Saturday night, he's got a hooker in the back of a cab,

her head is buried in his lap, life is good, right.

The taxi hits a pothole.

Her head pops up, what do you think?

She's still got a dick in her mouth.

Okay, so the guy, he's bleeding all over the place,

but he don't wanna go nowhere.

He don't wanna go to a hospital

'cause he's somebody, right?

The cabbie, he's pissed off

because there's blood all over his backseat.

The hooker pulls out a needle and thread.

Stanley, she sews his dick on backwards. (laughing)

- [Megan] I wonder what he's gonna say to his wife.

- Officer Turner, 24 hours on the force

and she's already blown some poor slob's face off.

- And 24 hours later, she's off the force.

- [Megan] It was justifiable circumstances.

- What'd he draw on you?

- Looked like a .44.

- [Nick] Why didn't you just tackle him?

- [Megan] 'Cause he was 40 feet away.

- So then how could you tell if it was a .447

- Because I could.

- [Nick] Do you mind?

- Go ahead.

- [Nick] No gun found at the scene, Officer Turner.

Nothing on the victim. - I know.

I saw it.

It was there, I saw it.

I saw the metal glint.

- [Nick] And then you drew.

- No, then I fired. - He didn't shoot first?

- I asked him to drop the gun.

He wouldn't, he swung it in my direction.

- [Nick] How fast?

- What?

- Okay, look, put that shit down.

I'm him, all right?

Hey, I'm just showing you something, okay?

It's a comb.

(bristles clinking)

You know something, Turner?

You'd be lucky to last 36 hours on the job.

- Says who?

- Detective Nicholas Mann, Homicide.

- I'll be seeing you.

- Says who? (door slams shut)

- [Man] Sit down, just sit down.

- Excuse me.

- [Officer] Hey, Turner, your mom's here.

- What?

Mom, what are you doing here?

- Oh, I just had to come.

I called you, but you weren't home.

I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about last week.

- Do you wanna get a cup of coffee?

- Sure.

So this is where you work.

- Yeah, Mom, this is where I work.

See all these other people wearing the same outfits as me?

This is where I work.

It's right over here.

- [Shirley] Look at you.

What's the matter, honey?

You know he loves you.

He just has a hard time showing it.

- Does he still hit you, Mommy?

- No.

- No?

(people shouting)

(bell ringing)

- At 10, at 10!

At 10, at 10!

Sold, sold!

Take 'em, take 'em, take 'em!

50 at 80!

- 10, 10, 10! - 507

(all shouting)

- 80 for five!

- 50 at 90!

Five, 207?

20 sold!

30 at 90!

Sold, sold, 30, sold.

(all shouting)

10 at 90!

10 at 90!

(bell ringing)

10 at, sold.

- [PA Announcer] That's it, the market's closed.

(man shouting) (people applauding)

(man humming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(imitates gunshot)

- No!

I said, no more.

Stop, back up, turn around.

Go the other way.

- You seeing anybody?

- Nobody special.

- [Child] Higher!

- Okay, no.

Nobody.

- I thought so.

I got somebody I want you to meet.

- No, Tracy-

- Trust me.

Howard.

- Tracy.

- Howard, this is Megan.

Megan, this is Howard.

- [Howard] Hi.

- Talk. (chuckles)

- Nice to meet you.

- I'm sorry.

Sangria?

- May I?

- Mm-hmm.

- Um, you wanna get a beer?

- Okay.

- So you're Tracy's friend, huh?

- Yeah, I've known her since I was a kid.

- Tracy has nice friends.

- Thank you.

- How do you know her?

- I'm her CPA.

- No way.

- Yeah.

- You don't look like a CPA.

Well, she has nice CPAs.

- Oh, thank you.

- So, what do you do?

- I'm a cop.

(Howard chuckles)

- Come on.

- Really.

- [Tracy] Jenny, get off of there, Jenny.

- [Jenny] Higher, higher!

- Are you okay?

- [Howard] Yeah, sure.

Why?

- You look bad.

You look like you just ate something bad.

- A cop, huh?

- [Jenny] I wanna play here!

- Do you wear a gun?

- [Megan] Yeah.

- You're not on duty, though.

- No.

- Can I ask you a question,

just, you know, civilian to civilian?

- Sure.

- You're a good-looking woman.

I mean, beautiful, in fact.

Why would you want to become a cop?

- I like to slam people's heads up against walls.

- Uh-huh.

Well, uh, it was nice talking to you.

I really, I gotta go.

I got a lot of work to do.

Bye, see you.

- Oh, wait a minute, Howard.

Just wait one second.

What kind of car do you drive?

- A Honda Civic.

Why?

- Is it the silver one with the bashed-in tail light?

- I was gonna get that fixed.

That's- - You know, the reason

that I noticed the taillight

is because the registration is overdue on the car.

- Yeah, it's funny you should mention that.

That's in my glove compartment.

I was gonna put that on this evening.

I mean, I really don't need a ticket

if that's what you're driving at,

'cause I got enough points on my licence already-

- Howard, Howard.

Lighten up.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eugene grunting)

(horn honking) (brakes screeching)

- [Man] Hey, what are you, fuckin' blind?

(horn honking) (suspenseful music)

- Hey, mister, you okay?

Oh, oh, hey, listen.

Hey, pal, that, hey,

hey, what are you up to, buddy?

Listen, listen, oh, my God!

Hey, take it easy there, buddy.

No, please!

No, no, no.

Please, no!

(gun firing) (suspenseful music)

- [Stanley] Unauthorised use of deadly physical force,

Officer Turner.

It's my recommendation that you take some time off.

- Excuse me, sir, are you saying I'm suspended?

- Until further notice.

Just a minute.

I'll take that.

And that.

(thunder rumbling)

(Megan grunting)

- Taxi!

You wanna share?

You're wet.

- [Megan] No, thanks.

- [Eugene] Aw, come on.

It's no problem, really.

Miss, it's right here.

- I like walking in the rain, it's nice.

- [Eugene] Hey, remember what happened to Dorothy

when she didn't get out of the storm?

(Megan laughs)

Come on.

It's right here.

It's no problem.

Really, it's not.

Miss, I'm getting pneumonia.

Where do you want to go, quick?

- Downtown?

- Yes, perfect.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

They expect rain today.

- Really?

- [Eugene] Yeah, they're never right.

(Megan chuckles)

Hi, I'm Eugene.

- Megan.

Thanks for the ride.

- Where you going?

- 17th and 8th.

- Mm-hmm.

- You sure it's not out of your way?

- No, no, not at all.

By the way, I don't make a habit out of this.

It's the nicest thing that's happened to me all day.

- [Eugene] That good, huh?

- You bet.

- I don't like the rain.

I prefer winter.

I like, I like it when it snows.

The city gets real quiet.

Everything's real still.

All the noise stops.

Feels like something's about to happen.

- I like it when it snows.

(sighs) Makes me feel safe.

- Safe.

(car horns honking)

I hope you're not in a hurry.

What do you say, want to wait out the traffic?

You hungry?

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

Come on.

There you go.

Keep it.

- [Driver] Thanks, buddy.

- Come on, come on.

- [Megan] You sure? - Yes, I'm sure, come on.

(car horns honking)

- Thanks.

(horns honking)

- [Man] Good evening.

- [Eugene] Hi, two for dinner.

- [Man] This way, please.

- Look, maybe we should go someplace else.

- After you.

- I don't know what I should say.

- Just say no.

- I won't.

- [Man] Here we are.

(classical music)

- Thank you.

- Yes, sir.

- This is very nice.

- I saw you standing there.

It was pouring.

You were wet, cold.

You reminded me of a cat I used to have.

I couldn't resist.

- So what gives?

- Whew, what gives?

Hello?

(chuckles) What, nothing.

- Okay.

I'll stop.

- Thanks.

You like champagne?

(cork pops)

Great.

That's fine, thank you.

Here's to meeting you.

- Here's to meeting you.

(sighing) So tell me something about you.

- Really not very much to tell.

I'm a, I'm a trader at the Exchange.

Commodities, gold futures, contracts,

buy 'em, sell 'em.

It's kind of a misanthropic enterprise

when you think about it.

People buy gold and they're betting

that everything else in the world is going to go to hell.

I don't want to talk about that.

(eerie ambient music)

The first time I laid eyes on you,

this is, um, very unusual for me,

being with you here tonight.

I...

(sighs) I'm glad you came.

I'd like to get to know you better.

I hope you'll let me.

(soft music)

- [Megan] Thanks very much for dinner.

I had a great time.

Hope I get to see you again.

- There's no question about that.

- Night, Eugene.

- Good night, Megan.

What are you doing tomorrow night?

(knocking on door)

(knocking on door)

(latch clicks)

- Yes?

- [Man] Are you Megan Turner?

- Yes.

- We're from Internal Affairs.

We're going to have to ask you to come with us.

- Can you tell me why?

- Just come with us, please.

- Just give me a minute.

- This poor guy bought it on the Upper Westside tonight.

If it wasn't so bold, it would be stupid.

I wish all homicides were this easy.

Give me an answer to this.

- I have no idea.

- [Nick] Get an idea.

- Get two ideas.

- [Nick] Think, Megan.

- Hard.

- Aren't there any other Megan Turners in New York?

- [Nick] Yeah, one.

Megan Augusta Turner.

86 years old, lives in a nursing home in the Bronx.

We're checking, but I'd say it's an exercise.

Doesn't sound like the kind of girl

that gets her name put on a bullet.

- I don't think of myself as the kind of girl

who gets her name on a bullet either.

- [Nick] Learn something new about yourself every day.

Where were you around midnight?

- Sleeping.

- The officers woke her up, Nick.

(Nick sighs)

- [Nick] Okay.

(Nick sighs)

Come on, Megan.

You're a pretty girl.

Maybe you threw over somebody who had a violent streak.

- No, no.

- An old boyfriend or something.

What, no old boyfriends?

That a personal problem?

All right, how about an acquaintance?

- Look, I don't know anybody.

My mom, my dad, my friend Tracy, her husband John.

I mean-

- [Nick] Current boyfriend?

- No.

You know there's a chance it's not me.

- True.

It could be Augusta, 86.

I mean, maybe this perp has got a thing

for oxygen tanks, but I doubt it.

I think somebody out there likes you.

This guy must know you, you don't know him.

(phone ringing)

She's our only lead.

- Well, she's suspended, remember?

- [Nick] Not anymore.

- Nick, I think we should talk about this.

- I got bullshit other than her, boss.

Could be she's a targeted kill.

Means she pees, I gotta know about it, right?

I gotta position her with high visibility,

minimum risk, within reason, of course,

and I cannot do that if she's a civilian.

Come on, Stan, you gotta do me a solid here.

- [Stanley] Take full responsibility.

- [Nick] Absolutely.

- In your department.

- Oh, Jesus.

- [Stanley] Nick!

- There's gotta be some way around that.

- Around what?

Around what?

- Oh, Christ.

Turner, take that.

- [Megan] What's this?

- It's a detective shield.

In name only.

You know nothing.

You know less than nothing.

People like you get people hurt.

- Yeah, but I'm the one who should be worried, right?

- That's right.

- Thank you.

- [Nick] Sign that.

- [Eugene] Detective Turner.

I like the sound of that.

How's it feel?

- I think it's been a hell of a week.

Look.

- What?

- Me.

- [Eugene] You.

Okay, what about you?

- Why me?

- Why you?

(Megan laughs)

- It's such a stupid question.

I'm sorry.

I'm actually happy.

I'm very happy to be here.

Thanks.

I feel like I'm on top of the world.

- Want to get higher?

(helicopter whirring)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Look.

- You know,

when you're way up here, looking down,

the people, they're just little specks.

Like they don't matter much.

It's just the two of us.

We're the only people in the world.

(dramatic music)

(keys jingling)

(police sirens wailing in distance)

- Wanna come in?

- Soon.

- Soon?

Okay.

- You even put on panty hose, I want to know about it.

- Shit.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- How was dinner?

- Fine.

- Good.

Mine was great, too.

Day-old tuna salad, no bread.

You ever shop?

- Nick, he works-

- At the Exchange, commodities.

I know.

- And?

- And nice suits, good salary.

Your mother would approve.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, Turner,

every aspect of your life is my business.

I own you.

Now, you wanna keep secrets?

Do me a favour.

- What's that?

- Shop.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(latch clicks) (Megan gasping)

(Megan screaming)

(car horn honking)

(Megan panting)

(phone ringing)

- [Megan] Hello?

Where?

Give me five minutes.

(crowd clamouring)

- [Woman] What happened?

- [Woman] Move over.

I can't see!

- [Reporter] Detective, is this related

to the other shootings?

Is this related to the other shootings?

Detective!

- Listen, could I get a rope around here?

I really need a rope.

- [Man] All right.

- Listen, there's too many people walking around here.

Let's at least try to keep the scene fresh, okay?

Megan, come here.

You know this guy?

(sighs) Okay, look, powder burns on the chest.

He was shot point-blank range.

Now, examine the crime scene.

- (sighs) Looks like there was a struggle.

His briefcase is over there-

- The body is here.

So this guy might have run.

Perp caught up to him, turned him around, popped him.

Why?

- Maybe he likes them to see it coming.

- Maybe.

- [Megan] Does it fit the pattern?

- Right down to the bullet casing.

- Shit!

- Come on, Louie, tag this guy.

(traders shouting)

- Six at 80!

(all shouting)

(eerie ambient music)

- Five at 80.

- Friends and relatives showed up today

for the funeral of the 42-year-old

construction worker who authorities believe

may be the fourth victim claimed by the .44 Magnum Killer

whose identity continues to stump investigators.

The police commissioner has stated

that a homicide task force

has been formed to coordinate their efforts,

but admitted that there are no leads at present.

(Eugene grunting)

- What?

What?

Who are you?

Why are you talking to me?

You are God, Eugene.

You are unique, Eugene.

"But unto them that fear your name

shall, shall the Sun of Righteousness arise

with healing in his wings."

You are not alone, Eugene.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Stop.

Stop it!

Stop talking to me!

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you! (screams)

(Eugene grunting) (dramatic music)

(siren wailing in distance)

- Want a date?

- Hi.

(Eugene grunting) (panting)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music) (Eugene grunting)

(phone ringing)

- Anything?

So far, I have the suspect is right-handed,

wearing gloves, smooth, leather-soled shoes,

uses an ordinary pen knife.

That really narrows it down.

Keep looking.

- Yeah.

Only 600,000 more faces to look at.

- Every minute that you're not

coming up with an idea about who knows you,

somebody out there is coming a minute closer

to losing their life.

- Fucking give me a break!

Don't you think I think about that?

Don't you think I think about it

for every second of every waking day?

What do you think I am?

(gun firing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(suspenseful music)

Come here.

Oh, sorry.

- No, no.

Don't be, don't be.

It's a .38, isn't it?

- Not anymore.

- [Eugene] Oh.

- Eugene, I have to take off my gun.

- Don't take it off.

In the morning,

your face is there,

even before I open my eyes.

I think you're the most beautiful woman

I've ever seen in my life.

Take,

take out your gun

and hold it.

- You want me to hold my gun?

- Both hands.

Two-hand grip.

(Megan chuckling)

- It's embarrassing.

- Hold your gun,

please.

You know,

you know, like, like this.

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(Eugene imitates gunshot)

- That's perfect.

- Look, I don't understand.

- I knew.

I knew.

First time I saw you.

- What?

- I have found my brightness.

I've seen that brightness in you.

- My brightness?

- [Eugene] The supermarket?

- Eugene, I didn't meet you in a supermarket.

- You,

you shot him without blinking, and I,

I knew.

- You were there?

- You're the only one

who is capable of understanding.

- His gun?

- [Eugene] Gave me my radiance.

- Oh, God.

- Megan,

the two of us, we could share.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say-

- You don't see it, do you?

- [Megan] Can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- Not yet.

- You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

the state will appoint one for you.

- I know you better than you know yourself.

(suspenseful music)

- This is Officer Turner requesting backup.

10-13, officer needs immediate assistance.

601 East 61st, apart-

- The, the 15th floor.

1510.

- Apartment 1510.

Also, radio Detective Nick Mann.

Nick Mann.

Don't move!

(suspenseful music)

- We're two halves of one person, you and 1.

You would do what I do

if you knew yourself better.

You will, in time.

It's just starting between you and me.

Oh, yeah.

It's just the beginning.

Don't worry.

You look, you look worried.

There's no reason to worry.

We've got everything to live for.

I mean, I mean, death

is the greatest kick of all.

That's why they save it for last.

(sirens wailing)

(man laughing)

- That's my jacket you're wearing there.

And those are my shoes, man.

That's my jacket and my shoes.

I want my jacket.

Get out of my shoes.

My jacket, my shoes.

(inmate laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

- What about facts?

What are you teaching rookies these days?

This guy's a commodities trader on the Exchange.

He's got an impeccable reputation.

- Doesn't mean he didn't do it, Counsellor.

- What it means, my friend, is you'd better have

a lot more than probable cause from some detective

with whom he's had relations.

(phone ringing)

(all chattering)

Uncuff my client, Chief.

- [Nick] How about you listen

to the charges first, Mr. Dawson?

- [Inmate] Yo, Officer, Officer.

Officer, my lawyer came yet?

No, man, come on!

Yo, come back with my suit!

- I've been as cooperative with these people as I can be.

Getting a little tired of this.

- Are you the detective?

- I'm Detective Megan Turner.

I'm the one who made the arrest.

- [Mel] What's your evidence?

- [Stanley] Cumulative knowledge

of the investigating officer.

- Well, what it looks like to me

is that a meeting was arranged by the detective here

for the sole purpose of arresting my client.

That's entrapment, Chief, en-fucking-trapment.

- I believe that Mr. Hunt is responsible

for the recent murders going on in the city.

- [Mel] Believe?

You can lock a guy up on belief?

What is this, a joke?

- No, I know.

- [Mel] Well, good, good, good.

Oh, she's good.

Where'd you find her?

She read palms? (laughs)

Well, the press are going to get their wet dreams

over this one.

Did my client tell you this?

- No.

- [Mel] Did you find the murder weapon?

- No.

- Then quite frankly, what you have is shit.

- [Nick] We stand behind our detectives.

- [Megan] I'd stake my badge on it.

- Well, Detective, that's exactly what's happening.

Now I want my client released this minute.

And if I see anybody from this department

within 15 feet of my client,

I'm going to sue the New York City Police Department

and the City of New York.

And, Detective, you even talk to my client,

you're going to direct traffic in the BQE

for the rest of your career.

- [Stanley] Release him.

(handcuffs clicking)

- Were you going out with him?

- [Megan] Chief, this wasn't personal.

- Yeah, she saw him a few times.

- Then why didn't you mention that before?

- Because I couldn't believe it was him.

- Well, you're in good company

'cause nobody else seems to thinks so either.

Now what makes you so goddamn sure he's the one?

- Because he said so.

He, he didn't say it, he implied it.

He said that the first time he saw me

was the night I killed the armed robber in the supermarket.

But he wasn't there, Chief.

He wasn't one of the fucking witnesses.

He must have left the scene.

He wanted to watch me hold my weapon.

Chief, from the words he spoke, I think he has some,

he sees me as some sort of,

kindred spirit or something.

- We should keep an eye on this guy.

- No, Nick, you stay away from him.

And that goes for you, too.

This guy is established here.

We go near him, we're going to have my ass in a sling.

We're going to have the department's ass in a sling,

and we're going to have the fucking mayor's ass in a sling.

- [Man] Hey, Dave, Dave.

- See, if you had gotten married and had kids,

you'd know how to do this stuff.

- Yeah, but then I wouldn't be so dependent on you.

There, I boiled water.

(water running)

How's John?

- Right now, he's probably tearing his hair out.

He's taking care of the kids.

- That's nice.

- Nice?

You try it.

- No, I mean, it's nice.

You and the babies.

John, your life.

- Yeah.

You, too?

(Megan sighs)

- [Megan] I'm glad you're my friend, Tracy.

- Oh.

I'm glad you're my friend, too.

But anyway, look, Sunday I'm going to cook lasagne,

which is my specialty.

- Yeah.

- John will be there, the kids will be there.

You'd better show up, because I invited that guy

I told you about-

- Tracy.

Tracy, just do me one favour, okay?

For the rest of my life, just one?

Don't set me up.

- [Tracy] He's a nice guy.

- Give me a break, Tracy.

So was the other guy.

- Just remember, it's what's behind-

(Megan grunting)

Tracy.

- What?

(Tracy screaming)

(Megan choking)

(gun firing)

(Eugene grunting) (panting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Eugene grunting)

(siren wailing)

- [Man] Breathe deep.

That's right.

Let's go.

That's good, keep breathing.

Just keep breathing.

Come on, breathe, breathe.

You're coming home.

- [Nick] Easy, easy, easy, take it easy.

- [Man] Let's go, there you go.

(Megan grunts)

- [Nick] Megan, Megan, it's Nick.

You're okay.

- [Megan] Tracy.

- Easy, easy, easy.

She's gone.

(Megan groans)

Come on, come on, let's stand up.

You all right?

- [Man] Okay, that's it.

There you go.

(Megan groans)

- [Megan] It was him.

I tried,

I tried to stop him, but-

- We'll talk about that later, all right?

Let's just get out of here.

Check her out.

I want her on her feet as soon as possible.

- No, Nick.

He's gonna die.

He's gonna die.

We'll take him to trial.

He's gonna die.

- You need to get some rest, all right?

- We're wasting time.

- We're not gonna do anything.

- We have to stop him.

- I gotta get you to a hospital.

- Now!

- [Policeman] Get the barricade up on the sidewalk.

- All right, come on, let's go.

(tyres screeching) (dramatic music)

(knocking on door)

(suspenseful music)

(dial tone beeping) (suspenseful music)

- [Eugene] You look lovely.

- Stand up.

- [Eugene] Excuse me?

- Stand up.

Put your hands out where 1 can see them and turn around.

Turn around!

- You look beautiful.

I like your bone structure.

Have you been thinking of me?

- When I think of you, I see my own life

flash before my eyes, and then I see you dead.

- What the hell happened here?

- Why did you do it, Megan?

- Do what?

- This.

- She died screaming, you fuck!

- [Mel] All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

- Whoa.

- Hey, whoa, Detective, can I see your warrant, huh?

What the hell's going on here?

Huh?

Breaking and entering,

searching without a warrant, harassment.

Oh, Detective, you're history.

- [Nick] Detective Turner is an eyewitness to a homicide.

- All right, Turner, then you tell me.

What allegedly did you see?

- I saw this man shoot and kill

my best friend in front of my eyes.

- I've really had enough of this, Mr. Dawson.

- I was walking down a hall with her.

She was leaving.

He came up behind me.

Put a gun in my back.

But she kept walking.

She didn't see him.

And I tried to warn her.

- If whoever it was came up behind you,

how could you know it was me?

- Detective,

did you see the suspect's face?

- I told you he came up behind me.

- Then how can you make a positive identification?

- Jesus Christ, I think she knows him by now.

- She said she did not actually see his face.

(suspenseful music)

Well?

- No.

- Oh, Detective,

I'm going to have your job by the end of the day.

And furthermore, I think you need help.

- Mr. Dawson, I'm personally going to see to it

that your client is removed from the face of the Earth.

(thunder rumbling)

(car horns honking)

- Dawson's gonna make some real trouble

in the department.

Hoyt's not gonna be able

to run interference for us much longer.

You should know that.

- Do you believe me, Nick?

- (sighs) I got nothing to go on, Megan.

Nothing substantial, anyway.

It's all based on hunch, conjecture, instinct.

- Do you believe me, Nick?

- (sighs) Yeah, I believe you.

Listen, why don't you take tomorrow off?

You need some rest.

If you need to go anywhere, just let me know.

I'll make sure, I'll make sure

the department issues you a car.

I'm not going to put you under surveillance or anything.

So don't fuck around.

I mean, you're a cop.

You're supposed to be able to handle yourself.

Remember that.

- She had two little babies.

- I know.

(Megan crying)

I'm sorry, Megan.

(Megan sobbing)

(children chattering)

(water running)

- [Megan] Mom?

(dishes clinking)

- [Shirley] Oh.

I'm so sorry about Tracy.

- Mom.

- Nothing.

- What happened to your arm?

- Nothing.

- [Megan] Mom.

- Don't you say anything, Shirley.

- Did you do this to her?

- She had an accident.

She fell down the stairs.

- [Megan] Mom, did he do this to you?

Just tell me.

Just tell me.

- You don't talk, Shirley.

- Shut up, Dad!

Just shut up.

(Shirley whimpering)

- I've had just about enough of you.

- You hit her again, you son of a bitch.

- You'll have nothing to say about it!

(Frank grunting)

- You're under arrest.

- Are you kidding me, huh?

My daughter's putting me under arrest? (laughing)

All right, come on, that's enough.

Come on!

That's enough!

You let me out of this car this goddamn minute.

You hear me?

And take these things off of my wrists.

Now, you listen to me.

I'm your father!

- I'm ashamed of that.

(Frank crying)

Just give me one good reason

why I shouldn't take you in.

- I don't believe this.

I don't fucking believe this.

- Dad!

Why?

- I don't know.

I get mad.

- If it happens again...

Come on.

- We're back.

- [Shirley] Frank?

- Hi, Shirley.

Hi.

- [Shirley] Megan, honey, your friend is here.

(ominous orchestral music)

Frank, this is Eugene.

Eugene Hunt.

And this is my husband, Frank Turner.

- [Frank] Hi.

- Mom.

- What is it, honey?

- Nothing.

Did I make a mistake?

I thought we were supposed to meet someplace else.

- No.

- Mom, Dad, could I just speak to you guys

in the kitchen just for a second, please?

- Megan, we have a guest now.

- Maybe I could just have a word alone with Eugene, then.

Just us.

- Come on, Megan, we're not adolescents.

There isn't anything we can't say in front of your folks.

- Can I take your coat?

- No.

I have a cold.

I'd just as soon keep it on.

- I have the same thing.

I can't seem to get rid of it.

- Authorities investigating

the .44 Magnum Killer

terrorising the city believe

they have found yet another body.

- Listen to this.

- Sit down.

- [Man On TV] It's worth more because Subaru

builds a rugged, reliable waggon as the best-selling

import waggon for value.

- No, I don't wanna watch TV.

Do you mind if we turn it off?

- [Frank] No, shut it off.

- I just wanted to, uh,

come over here and talk to you,

get to know you a little bit.

Boy, Mr. and Mrs. Turner,

you sure are a couple of lucky parents

to have a daughter like Megan.

Let me tell you, being with Megan,

it's the biggest kick of all.

- I do have a couple of errands

I could run before we go out,

so maybe we should just leave now.

- I'm just getting to know your folks.

- Okay.

I can stay.

(suspenseful music)

- [Shirley] Eugene, stay a while.

You look like you're about to go.

- [Frank] Yeah.

- What?

- Sit down.

You look like you're about to go.

- That's, that's right.

I have to go.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I hope you don't think it's impolite of me.

- [Frank] Well, I'm sorry that you have to leave so soon.

- I'm sure we'll see one another again.

- Yeah, I hope so.

Glad you stopped by.

- [Eugene] It was a pleasure, sir.

- [Shirley] It's nice to meet some of Megan's friends.

- This was quite a surprise.

(suspenseful music)

Nick, what about a warrant?

- Hoyt's trying as we speak.

He's gotta get a signature from the judge, though.

Dawson's gonna tear him a new asshole.

- Shit.

- Where are you, Megan?

No, don't tell me.

Let me guess.

You're staking out Eugene's apartment building.

- I'm just sitting here letting my car cool off.

- [Nick] Yeah, okay.

Remember, we got diddly on this guy.

So, uh, just watch, okay?

- What's wrong, Nick?

Don't you trust one of your partners?

- [Nick] I trust you totally, Megan.

(car horns honking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eugene grunts) (suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Man] Slow down, jerk!

- Shit!

Fuck!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eugene panting)

(Eugene grunting)

(Eugene grunting)

(Eugene grunting)

- Looking for something?

It's okay.

I have one.

Go on, Eugene, grab for it.

You never know.

You might be able to grab it before I get to it

and blow your lousy head into the next state.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

- [Nick] Don't do it, Megan.

- It's okay, Nick.

He's gonna grab my gun.

- Then what?

- Then I'm gonna go home and get some sleep.

- We got shit on this guy, remember that.

- [Megan] His gun's around here somewhere.

He'll be back.

- [Nick] I'd say it's a good year in coffee.

You can tell by the sediment in the bottom of the cup.

- Why were you following me?

You didn't think I could handle it?

- I wanted to watch you handle it.

- Bullshit.

- [Nick] No shit.

- Bullshit.

(siren wailing)

- You know what I love about this town?

You could throw a stick up in the air

and it would come down on a taxi or an ambulance.

(Nick sighs)

Jesus.

You gotta lighten up, Turner.

We're gonna be here for a while.

(crickets chirping)

Look at this.

It's a nice night.

- Okay, it's a nice night.

- [Nick] So what made you want to become a cop?

- Him.

- Yeah.

- The job sure has its hours.

- [Nick] That it does.

- I bet your wife hates it.

- (chuckles) She used to.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'm not.

- Heads up.

(handcuffs clicking)

- What are you doing?

Come back here!

Megan!

Shit!

God,

goddamn fuck!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Shit.

Where are these fucking keys?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Freeze!

- (laughs) He told me to hold the thing,

but it's a piece-of-shit flashlight.

Do you have a cigarette, lady?

- Shit!

(ominous orchestral music)

- Look at me.

(gun cocking)

Look at me.

I wanna see you.

I wanna see you see it.

See it in your face.

The reverence.

The light.

Then nothing.

- Your time's just about up, pal.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(chambers clicking)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(Megan grunting)

(gun clicking)

- [Nick] 10-13, 10-13.

Officer needs assistance.

Suspect heading east-

- Nick, you okay?

- Yeah, fine, go.

(keys jingling)

Male Caucasian.

(car horns honking) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(truck horn blaring)

(Megan panting)

(siren wailing)

- [Megan] He could be anywhere, Nick.

- [Nick] They get anything even resembles our guy,

we get it on the beeper.

Listen, Meg, you look like shit.

I'm taking you home.

Get some sleep.

(Eugene grunting)

(Eugene screaming)

- [Nick] It's just outside.

I could use something to drink.

You got anything?

- [Megan] Yeah.

Phone's over there.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Chief.

Yeah, Nick here.

Listen, APB all the area hospitals,

'cause this guy's definitely hit, all right?

Chief, you wanna do me another favour?

Thanks.

Keep that unit out front here for a while, okay?

Okay, any developments, you know where to find me.

Bye.

(receiver clatters)

This I need.

Mm.

(Megan sighs)

- [Megan] I almost got you killed.

- Yeah, that you did.

- [Megan] I never should have put you in that position.

- Hey,

Megan, it's okay.

It's all right.

Come here.

(Megan sighs)

It's over, okay?

- [Megan] I'm scared, Nick.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(both moaning) (dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(both moaning) (dramatic orchestral music)

(siren wailing in distance)

(car horn blares)

(gun firing) (sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music)

(liquid pouring)

(Eugene grunting)

(Megan screaming) (glass shattering)

(both grunting)

(Megan screaming)

(both grunting) (suspenseful music)

(Eugene yelling)

(glass shattering)

(gun firing)

(Megan panting) (suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Policeman] Yes, that's it.

Come on, come on!

Let's go, let's go!

- [Policeman] Not much.

He got away!

(door clicking)

- [Megan] Get an ambulance.

- [Reporter] Chief, Chief!

I hear the mayor's after your badge

if you don't turn up this psycho.

- [Stanley] The case is under investigation.

- [Man] So what are you gonna do after you get fired?

(all chattering)

- Megan.

You okay?

- It was him.

- [Stanley] Yeah.

You get some rest.

- Nick?

- [Stanley] He's gonna make it.

I'll be back later.

- What time is it?

- Almost five.

The sun will be up soon.

This will make you sleep for a while.

(eerie ambient music)

(jackhammer rattling)

(Eugene imitating gunshot)

(Eugene chuckling)

(Megan choking)

(Eugene yelling)

- What?

(gun firing) (Megan gasping)

(police radio chattering)

- Excuse me, could you come in a minute?

Could I have a cigarette?

- [Cop] Why, sure.

- Thanks.

- [Cop] Boy, you sure been through something.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(men chattering) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(siren wailing) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(police radio chattering) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(horn honks) (suspenseful orchestral music)

- Step inside.

Check it out, check it out!

- [Man] It's showtime out here!

Showtime out here.

Step up.

Show starts in 10 minutes.

(horns honking) (whistle blowing)

(Megan grunting)

(gun firing)

(woman screams)

(guns firing)

(Megan grunting)

(train rattling)

(horn blares) (suspenseful music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Police, everybody get down!

(crowd screaming)

(guns firing) (tyres screeching)

(Eugene grunting)

(people screaming) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(guns firing)

(window shattering)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Megan grunting) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(Megan grunting)

(all screaming)

(wheels squeaking) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(Megan grunting)

(guns firing)

(gun firing) (glass shattering)

(gun clicking) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(Megan grunting)

(tyres screeching)

Get down!

(woman screaming)

(gun firing)

(gun firing) (window shattering)

Stay down, stay down.

(tyres screeching)

(gun firing) (glass shattering)

(Eugene shouting)

(tyres screech)

(Megan grunting) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun firing) (window shattering)

(gun clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eugene panting) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eugene grunting) (gun firing)

(body thudding) (dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Policeman] All right, let's section this area off.

(police radio chattering) (dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(ominous orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

(ominous orchestral music continues)