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- This is a heist.

- This is a bust Gavin.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- We've been
assigned to guard him

'til after the grand jury.

- What?

I don't care if you have
to take out 100 people

as long as he's one of them.

- Duck!

I'll need to borrow
your car, McCall.

- Not a scratch?

- Trust me.

Got a license to
drive this thing?

Whoa!

- Got your partner here
looking into her grave

unless you do what I say.

- It goes with the badge.

- Better you than me.

- Works for me.

I've been after Gavin for years.

I know his M.O..

I could smell one of his jobs.

- That sicko is in
the municipal building

smiling at his parol officers,

swearing goodness on the bible.

Then he's marching out of there
to some nearby liquor store

and taking it down for
a couple hundred bucks

and the thrill of
blowing the owners away?

- Look.

On the fifth, Gavin
got out on parol,

and he met with
his parol officer

for the first time on
the seventh at 2:30.

At 3:34 that same day,

a liquor store six
blocks away is robbed,

and a 66-year-old man
is pistol whipped.

A Gavin trademark.

Pistol whipping old shopkeepers

isn't public domain Hunter.

A week later on
the 14th at 2:30,

Gavin meets his parole
officer for the second time,

and at 3:23, seven blocks away,

a mom and pop grocery
store gets hit,

and pop winds up a vegetable
from a fractured skull,

and the 21st at 3:44,
Gavin shows up...

- Okay, you made your point.

- There he is.

Follow me, but don't come
in unless there's trouble.

- Come on, come on.

- This is a heist.

- This is a bust, Gavin.

Drop it.

- Don't shoot, huh.

- Turn around.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right...

- Come on Hunter.

If I hear you've got the right
once more, I'm gonna puke.

- Now you're getting
the full treatment scuz.

You're not gonna get out of
this on some technicality.

Come on.

Now before you turned in
your arrest report on Gavin,

you made sure you
double checked it

to see if you
filled it out right?

- Yeah, I told you.

- And you also included the fact

that I read him his Miranda
Rights before I cuffed him.

- Hunter, what is this?

I filled out an arrest
report before, you know.

- Look, I've arrested
this guy twice, McCall.

The first time, he crippled
the kid in the gas station

with a tire iron,

because he couldn't open
the cash register drawer.

The second time, he
wasted a little old lady

who owns a liquor store in
in a $10 heist.

And the guy's looking at 25
years in the slam for sure,

and I wanna make sure
he serves every minute.

- Hunter, McCall.

- Oh no.

- You know you're
supposed to report in

before you take
your lunch break?

Well, if the captain
gave us a car with a radio

that worked, we'd be
glad to comply, Bernie.

That excuse is getting
very, very tired, McCall.

Yes well, maybe you
should have that fixed.

In the meantime, you two
have been assigned to me

regarding that killer you
brought in yesterday, Gavin.

- That's jail duty.

The sheriff's in charge.

- No, he's not in jail anymore.

He's been transferred to
the Biltmore Plaza Hotel.

We've been assigned to guard
him 'til after the grand jury.

- What?

- We made a deal with Gavin.

Immunity from prosecution and
relocation under a new name.

- On what basis?

We had him cold, in the
act with a gun in his hand.

Who the hell do
you think you are

questioning decisions
made by your superiors?

- Since he brought Gavin in,

I think Sergeant McCall deserves
an explanation, captain.

- I'm McCall, he's Hunter,

but that's okay.

I'm just as hot
over this as he is.

- What we have here is
quite simply a quid pro quo.

Do you know what that means?

Yeah, I scrub your
back, and you scrub mine.

Only if you get into
a tub with Gavin,

you're gonna come out dirtier
than when you went in.

- Well in this case,

we fully intend to
cleanse the entire city

of Nate Demarest.

- Gavin's giving you Demarest?

You're putting us on.

- Murder one, four counts.

Enough to put Demarest away
for the rest of his life.

Maybe even into the gas chamber.

- It's a scam.

Demarest is in the
high bleachers,

and a punk like Gavin wouldn't
even get close to him.

- Today maybe, but
10 years ago Demarest

wasn't much more
than a punk himself

working his way up
one body at a time.

Gavin knows where those
bodies are buried,

and there's no statute
of limitations on murder.

I'll be at the hotel with Gavin

going over his testimony
if you need me.

I would like to commend
you both on your handling

of Gavin's arrest.

Your conduct, your paperwork,
everything was perfect.

That's why he gave us Demarest.

You didn't leave
him any other out.

So thanks again.

- You cut him loose,
he's gonna kill again.

- He won't live long enough.

Demarest will see to that.

Only over your
dead body, Hunter,

and yours McCall.

- I'm not gonna help protect
this guy, Captain, no way.

- Yeah, me too, I pass.

- I'm not asking for volunteers.

That's part of
Mister Gavin's deal

that you be assigned
this duty, Hunter.

- Oh Mister Gavin's
request, huh?

That's rich.

I'll bet he's getting a
real kick out of this.

- Let me pass on a
word of warning to you.

If Gavin so much
as catches a cold,

the two of you are gonna
wind up directing traffic.

You clear on that?

Now Sergeant Terwilliger's
got the guard detail on this.

He'll give you the orders.

That's it.

- I gotta talk to you Nate.

- Sure.

Excuse me.

What's the problem?

- Gavin's made a
deal with the D.A..

He's gonna rat on you
to save his own skin.

- He's gonna rat on me?

He goes in front of
the grand jury next week.

- All right, call McKay.

Tell him to get Gavin out on
bail, but bring him to me.

I'm gonna do that fink myself.

No, we can't do
it that way, Nate.

They moved him from jail
to a hotel downtown.

They're watching
him 24 hours a day.

Julie, I don't care
who's watching what where.

I need him dead.

- I'm taking care of it, Nate.

Not to worry.

- Corpse, when he's a corpse,
then it's not to worry.

See to it.

- How's it going, Smitty?

- Well, compared to collecting
garbage for a living,

I give it about a four.

Terwilliger's idea.

- Bernie, what do
you expect Demarest

to come after him with,
a herd of elephants?

I was told to finish him
right there in the car.

So while Nate was
driving along in the car

and talking to him,

I stuck a 22 in his ear.

- You got that?

- Yes, sir.

- That was all she wrote.

Poor slab never
knew what hit him.

For the record, when
you say Nate was driving,

who are you referring to?

Who the hell are
we talking about?

Nate Demarest.

It was Nate Demarest.

D-E-M-A-R-E-S-T.

- And he paid you to
kill Mister Caracas?

- Five big ones.

Hey Hunter, how's
it going buddy boy?

It's real good to see ya.

And the lady too.

Didn't catch your name kid.

- Oh excuse me, Sergeant
McCall, this is Elton Gavin.

- I know who the creep is.

- Give it a chance baby.

To know me is to love me.

- Even your mother would
give you an argument on that.

- Hunter, my man.

You know if any cop knows
what the mobs up to,

it's gotta be him.

I mean, it's all in
the familiar, right?

- Mister Gavin, could we
please get on with this?

- All right.

I'll talk to you later kid.

- Hands off.

- Like I said, to
know me is to love me.

- Duck!

- He's headed down.

- Well that's one down.

- Yeah, how many more to go?

- As many as Nate
figures it'll take.

You could have half
the police department

in here with Gavin,

and it wouldn't stop Demarest.

He needs him dead.

Believe me, if he has to
blow up this entire hotel

to do it, he'll do it.

- He's right, we've
gotta move him.

Do you have any
suggestions, Captain?

- Not right off the
top of my head, no,

but I'm sure we can find
some place to secure

better than this.

- That won't cut it.

Nate will have this place
cased and staked out

before you can move Gavin in.

- Well, what do you suggest?

- Well I suggest you
put him with two cops,

and let them decide
where to put him.

- You mean only they'd know?

- Yeah, I like that.

Yeah, that was
right on the money.

You know, my own experience,

when I had a contract,

the more people knew
where the pigeon was,

the easier it was to find him.

So where you gonna
put me, huh, huh, huh?

- No me, scuz.

- Yeah, you,

because with your family tree,

Nate nails me, your guys
nail you for selling me out.

Now ain't that right, fellas?

- Well, you sure did
it to us that time.

We're gonna have to babysit
that creep all by ourselves.

- Well if I were you
McCall, I'd bail out.

You know, Gavin's right.

The only way they're
gonna believe I'm straight

is if I get myself blown up
trying to protect this guy.

You wouldn't wanna share
that with me, would ya?

- I told you, I don't wanna
share anything with any partner.

Let's go find a
hidey-hole for Gavin.

- He missed.

- Missed?

Damn it, Julie, you
said he was the best.

What the hell happened?

- I don't know what happened.

All I know is he missed,

but the cops, they didn't miss.

They took him out hard.

- Crazy Gavin.

You know, everything
I've done for him,

and he turns on me this way.

I need him dead Julie.

I don't care if you have
to take out 100 people

as long as he's one of them.

- It's not gonna be that easy.

They moved him from the hotel.

Aren't we paying people
to know these things?

- They're playing it real cozy.

They turned him
over to two cops,

and these two cops are the only
people who know where he is.

One's this hardball
named Rick Hunter.

The other's his partner,

some broad.
- Rick Hunter?

You mean Dom's nephew?

- Yeah.

- Well get to him.

Set up a meet.

- This guy will not do business.

Not for money, not
even for family.

- Julie, everybody does
business if the price is right.

Put it on the wire
I wanna see him.

- You got it Nate.

- Hey Hunter, I want lots of
cream and sugar in my coffee

when it's ready, okay?

I said I want lots of cream
and sugar in my coffee

when it's ready.

And McCall, are
my eggs over-easy?

Bacon crisp, two
pieces of toast.

Damn dog.

Leave it to you to put me next
door to a mangy mouth mutt.

- How do you think he feels
living nextdoor to you?

- And make sure you
don't burn the toast.

- Breakfast is served.

I don't know why the
hell I agreed to all this.

I should have
stayed in the hotel.

- Maybe it was because you
were afraid your old buddy Nate

might catch up with you there.

- Don't give me that
old buddy Nate garbage.

I gave Nate his first joint
in Hollywood and the hookers

and the franchise to
pedal dope in that area

that went with it,

and you know what my old
buddy Nate give me for it?

My own street corner, so I
could pedal nickel bags for him.

- I feel sorry for you Gavin.

You've had a tough life.

- Hey Hunter, you've
got a big mouth.

You keep Gavin away from
me, Hunter, or so help me.

- Just keep telling yourself
that after trying for years,

Gavin is finally giving the
D.A. a way to nail Demarest.

- Okay, all right, we hear you.

You know what the
real twist is here?

Me and my old partner had him
seven years ago for murder.

- Really?

- Yeah, the feds slid a narc
into one of Nate's places

as a bartender.

It was a guy named Lamaso.

One day he showed up dead.

The word was that Nate
found out who he was

and iced him personally.

- Well didn't you go after him?

Feds said that they made
a thorough investigation

and didn't come up with any
evidence that would've proven

that he didn't commit suicide.

Misses Lamaso said
that's because

they didn't look hard enough.

- Well, do you think
you could find her now?

- What's the point?

They didn't listen to her then.

They're not going to
listen to her now.

- Look if we can send
those two guys away,

Demarest and Gavin,
we gotta go for it.

- All right.

Okay, I'll take a
run on dental records

and see if I can get a
line on where she is.

- Yeah.

- Bosco!

Oh sorry.

- Is he for real?

- Bosco, get out of
this car this minute.

- Come on big fella.

Whoa.

- He's never done that before.

Bosco.

- Remember the dope sniffing
dog that worked narcotics?

Well the last time they
used her in this car,

she was in heat.

Bosco's in love.

- I'll get him out.

Come on Bosco.

Come on.

- I'll take my car.

- Bosco, what's come over you?

- Wherever the hell she's going,

I hope she gets some beer on
account we're running out.

- You know, if you put
on a cleaner t-shirt,

you'd make a much better
target standing there

out in the open where
everybody can see you.

Misses Lamaso, Alma, I
happen to agree with you.

I think your husband
was murdered,

because somebody blew his cover.

- Besides me, only the drug
enforcement agency knew Tony

was an undercover narc.

Not even Crissy knew.

Crissy, that was your daughter?

- We never had any children.

Please, my Tony is dead.

I'm a woman alone.

Drudging it all up
again won't change that.

Now I know it's
painful to talk about it,

even after all these years,

but it's the only way we're
gonna be able to get the guy

that killed him.

- She became like a daughter.

Crissy, Crissy Allen.

She was a singer at that
place, the Golden Grotto.

One of those foolish kids
who come here from the farm

thinking they can become
big stars overnight.

Tony took her under
his wing, so to speak.

- Were Tony and Crissy?

- No, no, no, not Tony.

He didn't fool around
like that, ever.

He was there for
information then?

- That's what he was there for,

but he was really
concerned about her,

and he did what he
could to protect her

from the kind of element
that hung around that place.

- Have you heard from Crissy
since your husband died?

- No, I haven't heard from her.

After all Tony did for
her, not a phone call,

not a postcard.

- Thank you Alma.

And I'm sorry.

I know how painful it is
to drudge up the memories.

- You would think after all
these years it would be easier,

but every night I.

- Take it easy, will you Bosco?

Yeah, you were saying?

- It's Crissy Allen.

I don't think she'd just
ignore the death of a guy

that treated her like
she was his own daughter.

Not unless she
had a good reason.

- I know this waitress
at the Golden Grotto.

She's been there for years.

She owes me a couple of favors.

You'll be okay here with Gavin?

- Hey McCall?

Did you get any beer?

- You know something, I forgot.

Well, you better
start remembering,

'cause when my throat
gets dry I can't talk.

You know what I mean?

- Don't worry Gavin,
I'll pick it up.

It's okay, big fella, just
stay right where you are.

I'll need to borrow
your car, McCall.

Mine just got married.

- I'm warning you, Hunter.

- Trust me.

- Not a scratch?

- Not a scratch.

I swear.

- Hey McCall, I wanna
ask you something.

Is he going for the beer?

- Yeah.

- Uh-huh, oh wait, wait, wait.

There's something else.

As long as we're
stuck here together,

why don't we make
the best of it.

I mean, I'll forget
you're a cop,

and you treat me like
I'm just another guy.

What do you say?

- If I'm gonna keep
you alive, Gavin,

I can't afford to get
emotionally involved.

- A singer named Crissy Allen?

- Whatever happened to her?

Do you remember?

- Well you know how
this business is.

Kids like her, they come and go.

- Yeah.

- Let me speak to Whitey McFee.

- Yeah?

Whitey, this is Condon
down at the Golden Grotto.

You asked me to let
you know if Hunter

had ever been around, right?

Well bingo, I'm
looking right at him.

- Do me a favor will you?

I can be there in five minutes.

If he looks like he's
leaving right away,

stall him for a couple
of minutes, okay?

- Hey, I'll do the best I can.

- Okay, I owe you one.

- Oh, I know you do,

and I'm gonna collect.

Remember the time they
planted that narc on Nate?

- Vic Sellers was
what we knew his as,

but I never thought that
was really his name.

- Yeah, that's him.

How long was she around here
after he turned up dead?

- It was like the next day,

and she never came
around anymore.

- Oh, you think
there's a connection?

Nate might have known
that she was getting it on

with one of the bouncers.

A guy named Whitey McFee.

- Big, good-looking guy?

Heavy-weight, used to
box out of Nate's stable?

Oh look Hunter,
my boss wants me.

- Yeah, okay.

Thanks Terry.

- Yeah.

What is it Eddie?

- Terry, can I talk
to you for a second?

- Yeah.

- Terry, what's wrong?

What happened?

- Yeah, what do you want?

- Terry wanted me to
give you something.

- Oh yeah?

Now when I did the Coney party...

- What are you doing?

You can't barge into a
man's house like this.

- I don't like being shot at.

All right, let it go, let it go.

I wanna talk to Hunter.

Alone.

- All right, everybody
get out of here.

- What the hell is this Hunter?

You gone crazy?

- I told you I don't
like being shot at.

- Somebody shot at you,

you're saying it's me?

Now I know you're crazy.

- Oh, not you Nate.

You don't do your
killing anymore.

You just put the word
out and have it done.

- I put the word out I
wanted to talk to you.

If you had any smarts, you
would have rang my bell,

walked in here like human being,

instead of busting in
here like some animal.

We could have had
a little drink,

little chat.

You might have walked
out of here a rich man.

You still can.

- For Gavin?

- Just tell me where he's at.

It's worth 50 thou.

- I'd be taking your money
under false pretenses, Demarest.

- Don't be stupid.

- I could give Gavin to you,

but it wouldn't do you any good.

You know why?

Because I've got you,

and I'm gonna put you
away without Gavin.

- You hear that?

He's onto something.

I want you to find
out what it is,

and I want you to
take care of him, now.

- I don't believe this.

The whole side of
my car is ruined.

Hunter, this is my
car, not the city's.

- I don't believe this, McCall.

I could have taken
three slugs in the neck,

and all you care about
is your damn vehicle.

- You get shot, you
got hospitalization.

I don't even know if I'm
covered for this kind of damage.

All right, what
did you find out?

- Crissy wasn't as innocent
as Miss Lamaso said.

She was being kept by Demarest,

and at the same time she was
getting it on with a bouncer.

A jock by the name
of Whitey McFee.

- I've heard that name.

Yeah, he was a pretty
good fighter at one time.

A heavy weight.

Until Nate sent him into
the tank once too often,

and the boxing commission
jerked his license.

Oh, so Nate found out
and got rid of them both.

No, Whitey still works for Nate,

but I think we oughta
get a hold of this guy

and talk to him.

I'll call it in.

It must be Bosco's dinner time.

- You leave me alone with Gavin,

and one of us isn't gonna
be here when you get back.

- You call in on Whitey,
and I'll take care of Gavin.

- This is Sergeant McCall.

Patch me into RNI.

- Okay Gavin, you're
on your own for awhile.

McCall and I gotta go someplace.

- No way.

- It doesn't make any
difference if we're here or not.

Your real protection
comes from the fact

that nobody knows you're here.

- I said no way.

You leave me alone,
you and McCall,

I'm gonna call District
Attorney Harvey.

- Well call Harvey.

Call Nate while you're at it.

Maybe if you get lonesome,

he can send the buddy of the
guy who took a shot at you

from the roof.

Bye dear.

You cover the back in
case Nate's reached him.

Told him not to cooperate.

- I think I'd have a better
chance of getting him to talk.

He wouldn't be
expecting a woman.

- Look, trust me on this, okay.

Better me than you.

Whitey?

Sergeant Rick Hunter.

Can I have a word with you?

- Sorry, I'm busy.

- It'll just take a minute.

- All right, let me get
my stuff from my locker.

I'll be with you in a minute.

- Whitey!

Hold up, I'm warning you!

- Hold it right there, Whitey.

You were right Hunter,
better you than me.

Why don't you call
in for a van for him?

I'll get his stuff.

All right, Whitey, turn around,

put your hands behind your back.

- This is Hunter.

I got a suspect for you.

Vorskey's Gym in
the harbor marina.

- Look familiar?

- Yeah, the guy that
took a shot at me

was wearing something
just like this.

- How many shots did
you say he fired?

- Three.

Now why in the hell would
you wanna take a shot at me?

We haven't even said hello.

What else you got?

- Nothing much.

Just junk.

There is a wallet though.

- Hey come on, that's personal.

You got no right
to go through it.

- Settle down, big fella.

You'll get this back
when they kick you loose.

Hey McFee, you still live
at the Shackleton Hotel

on Florinda Street?

No, no I never lived there, man.

I've been living at
the Claron Division

for the past six years.

Go check it out.

Then why are you
still paying rent

on a place in Pomona?

So what do you think?

Same girl?

- Yeah, looks like her.

She doesn't seem to
be Whitey's type.

- Let's go find out.

- Yes?
- Excuse me.

You Misses Ragaway?

- No, I'm not.

I'm...

- You're Crissy Allen, right?

Hey Julie, thank Mister Demarest

for bailing me out so fast.

You know, I really
appreciate it.

- Whitey, why don't
you thank him yourself.

- Come on.

What's happening?

- Nothing's happening.

Just get in the car.

- Let's go.

- Look, I'd like to help you.

I really would,

but I don't know
anything really.

But you buried yourself
out here in Pomona

for seven years.

Why?

- I decided it wasn't the
kind of life I really wanted,

being a singer.

- Whitey tried to kill me,

because I was asking
questions about you

at the Golden Grotto.

- That's a pretty heavy
rap, killing a cop.

He didn't risk that,

because he thought you
were just some loser

in the show business.

- You're hiding Crissy,

because you're afraid
of Nate Demarest.

You know something about the
Lamaso killing, don't you?

Nate Demarest has his
back up against the wall.

He will eliminate anybody he
thinks can help put him away.

- We found you easy enough,

and Demarest has got a better
set of wires than we do.

- Nate thinks I'm dead.

Whitey told him he'd killed me.

- Whitey told him.

Why?

- I saw it.

Well, I mean I didn't
exactly see it happen.

I mean,

I was in the car in the
parking lot waiting for Whitey

to take me home that night.

We had to be very careful
about being seen together,

'cause Nate was
terribly possessive,

and he would have
had us both killed

if he'd known we were
seeing each other.

Anyway, I saw Nate
and Julie and Whitey

come out of the kitchen door.

Whitey and Nate were
carrying a body.

It was him.

Tony Lamaso.

- Are you positive?

- I saw his face as clearly
as I'm seeing yours.

- What did they do with him?

Well, then they put him
in the trunk of Nate's car

and drove away.

- And what did you do?

- I went home.

I didn't know what to do.

I just sat there in the
dark until Whitey came.

He said that Nate had been
tipped off that he was a narc

and had him killed
and that I was next.

- Why you?

You didn't know he was a narc.

- I'd been friendly with him.

That was reason enough for Nate.

- What did you do then?

- Well, Whitey had
me pack some things,

and he brought me to a motel,

and then every few days
he'd bring me to another one

and then another until
finally he brought me here.

I've been here ever since.

- Well?

- I don't know.

- I think we'd have a
better chance of getting

to the precinct in my car.

- When you get there, call in.

- Yeah.

- Hello Julie?

Yeah.

Julie, is Nate still
looking for Crissy Allen?

I'm a friend of
Nate's, that's who.

Yeah, Crissy Allen used to
work at the Golden Grotto.

That's right.

If he still wants to find her,

I know where he can find her.

- Welcome back, Bosco.

Did you have a nice dinner?

You got a license
to drive this thing?

Here's your beer.

- Only a six pack?

What, are you gonna
move me someplace?

- Yeah.

To a security cell
on the county jail.

McCall's down there right
now setting it up for you.

- Oh.

- What's wrong?

- I think we're being followed.

All right, just hold on.

- If I was you, I'd be
worried about my buddy McCall

and Crissy Allen.

I saw her getting
out of your car.

I know who she is, man.

She's your ace in
the hole, right?

Right.

That's if you get to play her.

- Yeah, this is Hunter.

Patch me into McCall's
frequency and hurry,

would you please.

L24, L56 calling.

L24, Sergeant McCall,
will you please respond.

I'm sorry, Sergeant
McCall is not responding.

- Look Captain, all I
can tell you is McCall

was on her way back
to the precinct

with a very important
witness against Nate Demarest

when she disappeared.

- You've lost Gavin?

- No, I haven't lost Gavin.

I'm staring right
at his ugly face.

It's McCall that
I'm worried about.

She's bringing in a witness

that's even more
important that Gavin.

I don't know what you're
raving about, Hunter,

and I don't wanna know.

I want you to bring
Gavin in right now,

and we'll hold him at the
precinct until more suitable

and safer arrangements
can be made.

- I'm sorry, but I
can't do that, Captain.

- Now that's a
direct order, Hunter.

- You thought you could
sneak in Crissy Allen

instead of me, huh?

- You tipped off Demarest?

- A man's got a right to
protect his interests.

- If anything happens to
McCall, anything at all Gavin,

you're gonna die a very
slow, painful death.

You're already
in enough trouble.

Don't add kidnap arrest of
a police officer, Demarest.

- You know, if Gavin testifies

they're gonna have me
in for four murders.

One murder more is not gonna
make a lot of difference.

- What about Crissy and Whitey?

- Worry about yourself.

Get Hunter on the phone for me.

- Yeah?

- Hunter, McCall.

- Hunter, Nathan Demarest.

Got your partner here
looking into her grave

unless you do what I say.

I want Gavin.

- Forget it, no way.

- I don't think you
understand, pal.

Unless you play ball with me,

McCall's going mahoola.

You know what I mean?

- You're a cop, you take risks.

It goes with the badge.

- He didn't negotiate?

Give me the phone.

- Yeah.

- Hunter, McCall.

He hung up.

- All right.

Then make sure you nail
Gavin outside the courthouse.

- And what about them?

- You know what to do with them.

Auggie!

- Wait a minute, Nate.

- What, wait a minute?

You're a cop, you take risks.

- Yeah, well not me, not
for slime like Gavin.

You want him, you got him.

- Okay.

Where?

- What about them?

- Well, we'll talk about
them when you give me Gavin.

Where's Hunter got him?

I might be chicken
Nate, but I'm not stupid.

I'll show you.

- No, no, no, no.

Show them.

I got an appointment.

Julie.

I'll see you at the party, huh?

Don't bring any guests.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing
with the curtain?

Hey stone face, what are
you doing with the curtain?

- Shut-up.

- What?

What are you nuts or something?

What are you doing
with the curtain, man?

Tell me what you're doing.

- That's it, trailer at
the end of the street.

You don't need me anymore.

- You stay put 'till I tell you.

Hunter!

Let's make it easy.

Hunter, you send Gavin out
and you won't get hurt.

Okay fellas.

- Hey, you really had me
worried there for a second.

When you hung up, I knew
you hadn't gone completely

over the edge.

- Here, you'll need that.

Okay Julie, you've had your fun.

Drop your guns, all of you.

- Hey Hunter, get me out of
here before I get killed!

- Who are all these people?

- These are vicious
criminals, Bernie.

Wally, call for an ambulance
and a fire truck, will you?

- A man and a woman
are being held captive

in Lemky's Garage
on Brill Avenue.

Please use caution.

The captors are armed.

- I certainly hope you
can explain this Hunter.

- It's pretty self-explanatory,

Bernie.
- Hey Hunter!

Take these things off me.

- That's Gavin
handcuffed over there.

- Do me a favor,
will you Bernie?

Read him his rights
and book him downtown

under an open charge
until we get back.

- Read him his rights.

Hunter, that's Gavin.

He's a protected witness.

- Not anymore, Bernie.

- I guess we're finished here.

- Yep.

- You have the right to
remain silent, Gavin.

- Hey, wait a minute.

What's this reading
me my rights routine?

I'm immune.

- Not according to Hunter.

- Don't you move.

I mean it.

Don't you move.

- Help!

An officer needs assistance.

- Settle down now Gavin.

- Stay back or
I'll blow him away.

- You'll blow your
immunity too, Gavin.

- Who are you kidding, immunity.

You've already blown it away,

and I want keys to a car now.

No more horsing
around, I mean it.

- Okay, take it easy.

Take mine, it's
right behind you.

- Throw it over here.

Nobody follow me, or he gets it.

You hear what I'm
saying, do you?

Hey!

- What's going on here, Hunter?

- It's a little complicated
right now, Bernie,

but we gotta go to a party.

- I'm gonna tell the captain.

- His generosity to
our hospital fund,

as well as his unselfish
devotion to the welfare

of all the people of this city

are too well known
and too limitless

to enumerate here.

Let me therefore simply
give you the man himself,

Nate Demarest.

- Excuse me.

Mister Chairman, honored
guests, ladies and gentlemen,

I have a few words of my
own I would like to bestow

upon your host and
benefactor Nate Demarest.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that
right to remain silent,

anything you say, can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

- I'll tell you what,

this time he's got us
right where he wants us.

He's gonna nail us Hunter.

- You think so?

- Hunter.

McCall.

- Well, let's go find out.

- No, don't sit down.

You won't be here long
enough to get comfortable.

Mister Harvey has
presented a list of charges

against you two and given
them to the department,

including willful and
reckless disregard

for the safety of
a state's witness,

obstruction of justice,

dereliction of duty,
et cetera, et cetera,

and the list
goes on and on and on.

- Well, there were
some extenuating
circumstances, Captain.

Any one of these charges
is grounds for dismissal

from the force,

but taken together, they
represent a malfeasance

of a magnitude I have
never seen in all my years

as a police officer.

- Don't drag it out, Captain.

Just give us the bad news.

- I'm giving it to you Hunter.

The D.A. has decided since
you two enabled the county

to preempt the state's
case against Demarest

and invalidate the
immunity it promised Gavin,

they'll drop the charges
in return for a reprimand.

- That's the bad news?

- Oh, it is for me.

It means I have to continue to
put up with the both of you.

Hey, but I'm warning you.

The slightest infraction,

you guys bend the rules at all,

and I swear I will come
down on you so hard.