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Drop it!

Freeze!

- Get down behind something. - Somebody get the police!

- Get down! - Go!

He went that way in a black Ferrari. Go!

Suspect is heading..

- Watch out! - Look out.

Uh!

Now in pursuit. Wilshire at Parkview..

Suspect is currently..

- Stop! Oh, my God! - Uh!

Yeah, that's him, alright. That's Jack.

Real nice man. Kind of quiet. Real gentleman.

When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, I haven't seen him in... about a week.

What did he do? Rob a bank?

Hey, Tom.

We've gotta move. They've got DeVries.

High-speed pursuit. West Hollywood.

Thanks.

Phillips.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

Alright, Johnson. Back here with me.

Watch your ass, guys.

Hey, Beck.

How many units you got in pursuit, Sanchez?

Two.

- How long? - I wouldn't go for coffee.

There he is!

Give me that.

Tommy, come on! Come on!

Mr. DeVries' condition is deteriorating.

We'll move him back to intensive care.

You think he'll make it, doc?

Well, with all the trauma, it's a miracle he's still alive.

I doubt he'll last the night.

Good.

Keep us up-to-date will you, doc?

Dr. Cutler, you have a call..

Detective Beck, no one deserves to die like that.

I don't care what the man's done.

He killed 12 people, wounded 23 more.

Stole six cars, most of 'em Ferraris.

Robbed eight banks, six supermarkets

four jewelry stores and a candy shop.

Six people he carved up with a butcher knife. Two were kids.

He did all that in two weeks.

If anybody deserves to go that way it sure in the hell was him.

Look Ed, Tom Beck is the best I've got.

If I give him to you now, I'll never get him back again.

My department will then crumble. Crime will run rampant.

The city will fall into ruin.

Hordes will control the streets and life as we know will end.

Hey, hey, hey, John. I don't want Willis. I want Beck.

Senator's coming to announce he's running for President.

For Christ's sake. I mean, he's gotten some threats.

You don't want some dead ass blowing him away, do you?

Ed, Willis is a better man now.

He's been with Beck for over a year.

Give him another shot.

Send Beck to my office, John.

Bye.

Lieutenant Masterson.

Yeah, I'm Masterson. Who are you?

Lloyd Gallagher, FBI.

- What can I do for you? - I'm following a suspect.

I need local law enforcement help. I spoke with your Captain.

He assigned me a Detective Thomas Beck.

Alright.

Beck.

This is agent Lloyd Gallagher. FBI, Seattle.

You'll be working with him the next few days.

I'm in the middle of a case, I haven't finished my report.

What should I to do? Drop this? Doesn't anybody say please?

Please.

Oh. How can I refuse?

You can't.

Bureau's getting them younger every day now.

Yeah. Must get them right out of high school.

Don't put it on my desk. Come on, Beck.

Do not put that on my desk. Do not put that on my desk.

Gimme a break. I haven't seen my wife in a month.

She's fine. I was with her last night.

- She said to say hello. - Sends you a big kiss.

- Very funny. - You know, she's getting fat.

Yeah, a beer belly or something.

So who we looking for? Public enemy number one?

His name is Jack DeVries.

- Jack DeVries? - Jack DeVries?

- Stockbroker? - Right.

- How long you been after him? - A month.

A month, huh?

- Go buy yourself a drink. - Why?

Cause he's in the hospital and he's not gonna make it.

- Which hospital? - St. Joseph's.

First and main.

He ain't going anywhere. What's your hurry?

Clear.

- Still no rhythm. - Can you feel a pulse?

Nothing.

Okay. Let's try it again.

Clear.

- Doctor, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

- What happened? - I don't know.

Doctor.

One patient's dead on the floor. And the other one..

Are you saying a man in his condition walked out of here?

I don't know. He got up and left when I went to find you.

What do you mean he just got up and left?

Can I help you?

FBI.

Mr. Miller has an extremely bad stomach condition

severe gastritis and his heart finally deteriorated

to the point where we had to schedule a triple bypass.

Yesterday afternoon, he had a massive coronary

but today it was as if he just..

Got up and walked out.

I can't really explain it.

But I know that that's not the man you're looking for.

Jonathan Miller would never do anything to break the law.

He's a very kind, very honest gentleman.

Yo!

Grandpa!

What? Are you stupid or something?

Yo!

I'm talking to you, wank.

I said I'm...

Uh!

I'm gonna kill you.

Asshole.

- Beck, we should get started. - On what?

I got a news flash for you. DeVries is dead.

Who's this? Public enemy number two?

His name is Jonathan P. Miller. I need to find him.

Get away. Do not put that..

Beck, it wasn't funny the first time.

This better be good.

Quite the desperado.

Still handing out the death penalty

for unpaid traffic tickets?

I don't do traffic tickets.

- Beck. - What?

You got a body at a record shop over on Melrose and Stanley.

What is it, a full moon?

- How's it going, Sarge? - Hey, Frankie. How's it going?

- Did you check the back room? - Yeah. It's clear.

What have we got here?

Hey, Beck. There's a witness.

Apparently, she came in right after it happened.

She got a good look at the guy.

- Where is she? - Right over here.

Yeah. He was carrying a radio.

What are you doing here?

I'm checking on a couple of traffic tickets.

Come here.

Sanchez, call the coroner. See if he can get here today.

Right, sir. You got it.

- That way over there. - I see.

How tall would you say he was?

I don't know what this has to do with you, but you're outta line.

The guy you came here for is dead. Your job here is done.

I suggest you get on the next flight back to Seattle.

- How're we doing here? - Hey, Sarge.

What do you think?

- Is this him? - Yeah. It's him.

Brem, print this and circulate it.

Put out a warrant on Jonathan P. Miller.

Armed and dangerous.

Shall we get started?

You have that picture of Miller?

Use this instead.

- How did you know about Miller? - He used to work with DeVries.

Doing what? Pulling illegal U-turns?

He didn't even have a record two weeks ago.

- Had a record long before that. - Not according our files.

No. According to our files.

If you want my help

you better think about telling me what's going on.

Tracking down a criminal who's come to your city.

You've been assigned to help me find him.

It's that simple.

If it's that simple, why's the Bureau sending you down here?

You don't have anything on Miller

because he's always changing his identity.

Same with DeVries.

You didn't have anything on him, until two weeks ago.

Because that's when you finally caught up with him as DeVries.

Before that, he was Arvin J. Lusk in Portland.

And before that, William Butler in Seattle.

Miller does the same thing.

This is the closest I've been.

He's got to be stopped before he moves again.

We'll take my car.

Let's go.

Bureau must be paying pretty good these days.

Pretty good.

Mind me asking how much one of these costs?

No.

- How much? - I don't know.

You don't know. What did you do, steal it?

Yeah.

Hey, can you turn that down?

Order?

Senator Holt is drawing a crowd wherever he goes.

The senator, who was expected to announce his candidacy

for President in Los Angeles tomorrow

is in town to dedicate a new branch of Child Help USA.

The work of this organization

in bettering the lives of young people in this community

stands as an example to the rest of the nation

that the government can and should serve

the needs of the small as well as the giant.

Senator, will you announce your campaign plans on Tuesday?

You'll have to wait till next Tuesday.

Bye, guys. Thank you.

And now, Capitol Hill. An old ship is making new waves..

It's your table, honey. Don't look at me.

How far is St. Joseph's from here?

- About a mile. Why? - Which direction.

We'll start at the end of the block and work back.

- You're calling the shots now? - I know how Miller operates.

How do you know Miller was at the hospital?

- It's a hunch. - He was there visiting DeVries?

Yeah.

Tell me this shit so I don't follow you asking 20 questions?

We're on the same side.

Miller came from the hospital. He was there to see DeVries.

Oh, thank you. That is illuminating.

Boy, that solves everything. Miller doesn't have a chance.

Hey, why would he come here and kill a guy

for a lousy hundred bucks and a radio?

'Cause he likes it.

He sees something he wants, he steals it.

Something gets in his way, he kills it.

And right now he's hiding out in your city.

- You're talking about Miller? - Right.

Sounds a lot like you're talking about DeVries.

You don't think you might be a little confused?

So, are you impressed?

I'm impressed.

That's because this car makes an impression.

Yeah, but the question is, do I trade in my Mercedes

or just hang on to it?

I want this car.

I'll bet you do, dear.

- Shall we go to my office? - Yeah. Excuse me.

Sir, please. Don't. Don't.

It's not a toy.

Just let me finish with this gentleman

and I'll... I'll show you another car, alright?

I want this car.

This car is sold, sir. Thank you.

Hey buddy, I'm buying this car.

Don't touch it.

We get an occasional mental case here.

- I'll take care of it. Eddie! - Yo.

Shall we?

Hey, dickhead.

What do you think you're doing?

I need the keys.

Fine. Out of the car.

Don't come back. I won't be as friendly next time.

What is your problem?

You understand English?

Beat it.

You want a broken nose, you got it.

- What was that? - 'Just a backfire.'

- Not one of yours, I hope. - No way, my friend. No way.

Have some more. It's good stuff.

Thank you.

- How you doing? - Yeah.

- You feeling good now, huh? - Oh, yeah.

You'll cream your pants when you do a hundred in this.

- A hundred? In the city? - In the city. Where else?

Anybody can do it on a freeway.

I'm busy.

I want the car.

What the hell is that wacko still doing here?

Give me a minute. Will you?

What the hell is Eddie doing out there, for God's sake?

Eddie!

Oh, my God!

I need the keys.

- Give him the keys. - I just signed the paper.

Give him the fucking keys.

Thank you.

Bye.

We got a couple of cars out there with plates on them.

One registered at 308 to Anthony Mercurio.

Another one, a Mercedes registered to Anchor imports.

I think it's this stiff's here. We don't have a name.

His wallet's lifted. We're running it down now.

- Anybody contacted the owner? - It's in the works.

Contact him. Check the inventory for anything missing.

Already got it.

They were finishing a deal for a red Mondial.

- It's not here. - He took it.

How do you know?

He likes Ferraris.

Put out a want and felony warrant on the red Ferrari.

Come on. I got four dead bodies in four hours.

I want Miller and I want him now.

We could go over there.

Fuck off.

You know what bothers me about DeVries and Miller?

Neither has a criminal record.

Both led normal lives till a few days ago

and now they're killing people.

You read minds, or was that just a shot in the dark?

I read minds.

Yeah? What was I just thinking?

That I'm full of shit.

Impressive.

Not really. Pretty simple to read.

I don't read minds and I wanna know if you're

just doing your job or if there's something personal

between you and these two clowns?

I guess you could say it's personal.

He killed my partner.

- Which one? - Hmm?

Which one killed your partner?

Both.

I'm surprised the Bureau let you stay on the case.

I hear they're not big on revenge.

What would you do?

As a cop?

As a man.

I lost a partner once.

We'll get Miller.

Mm.

Buckley owns Anchor imports, which owns the Mercedes.

Let's see if Mr. Buckley has a record.

Looks like this guy is an arms dealer.

Carrying a concealed weapon, possession of narcotics for sale

firearms possession.

Another law-abiding citizen, huh?

- What the hell is that? - Flamethrower. You believe it?

Patrol picked this up on some homeboy on the street.

Okay.

What happened to the days of zip guns?

Get two units to his home and office now.

Sanchez. Homicide.

Sure, hold on. Beck, I think it's your wife.

Hi. I know, I'm sorry.

Uh, about 15 minutes.

Hold on. What are you doing for dinner?

Sorry. I got plans. You know, ladies.

Not you, Sanchez.

No plans.

I'm bringing somebody for dinner.

You coming?

I suppose you live in a castle.

Apartment.

One bedroom, one bath.

Want a beer or something?

Whatever you're having.

"She climbed up on his long tail and walked up his back."

"When she was comfortable they walked on."

"The sun was very bright."

"They reached the end of the forest"

"and the fairy princess began to laugh with joy."

"There was the shiny castle on the top of the mountain.."

And here's daddy.

Hi, mommy.

Hi, baby. How was your day?

- Interesting. - Hi, daddy.

How's my girl?

Oh, boy. Did you feed your turtle?

Yes.

Wait till you see the painting she did today.

She's got it on the refrigerator already.

- Who've we got for dinner? - FBI.

Well, at least they're polite.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were standing there.

Honey, this is Lloyd Gallagher. Lloyd, this is my wife, Barbara.

It's very nice to have you with us, Lloyd.

It's nice to be here, Barbara.

I don't mean to disturb you.

No, that's alright. Come on in for a minute.

This is our daughter, Juliet.

Want to say good night to Mr. Gallagher?

Good night.

Well, um... Tommy tells me you're from Seattle.

I'm sorry?

You're from Seattle?

You know where you're going back to as soon as you're done here?

Yes. I'll go home when I'm finished.

Is that where you're from originally?

From?

Where did you grow up?

Mm.

What's that? North?

I have some relatives up north.

What town?

Ras-Al-Haque.

And that's in the United States?

Well, I never heard of that one.

Your little girl.

Juliet.

She's very... special.

Yeah, I think so.

You love her.

Yes, we love her. She's our daughter.

Don't FBI agents love their kids?

Tommy, I don't think he...

What about you?

You married?

- I was. - 'Kids?'

- One. - 'Divorced?'

My wife is dead.

She and my little girl

were killed by the man who killed my partner.

I'm very sorry.

Take it all off.

I love you, darling. I love you.

That's my wife you're talking about.

Can I have a bourbon and soda?

- You got it. - Thank you.

- Hey, buddy. You okay? - Hmm?

I said are you okay?

You look kind of pasty.

I'm fine.

Sure.

This is six Adam forty two requesting assistance.

We have located missing Ferrari.

Yeah. Where?

I'm on my way.

Let's go, Lloyd.

We got to get going. They found the Ferrari.

Brought you some Alka-Seltzer.

It's Alka-Seltzer.

You put it in water and you drink it.

Lloyd, as a friend... stay away from alcohol.

Give me a break.

Hey, pal, the show's over, okay?

Can you take it outside, please?

Please?

Hey, Robbie. Robbie!

Alright ma'am, come on.

Let's go.

Shit! Hey. Hey, officer.

We didn't do nothing man.

We're clean man. Hey, baby.

How you doing?

Hey, where you going?

I thought the show was inside.

Hey lady. Stay away from that Ferrari, please.

Ma'am? Move on. That's a police suspect vehicle.

Hey, yo. Yo, baby.

Hey, honey, you know, what's your hurry?

The night's still young, and..

Your name's Brenda, right?

I seen you before.

Say, uh..

Do you like cars?

'Cause I got a great car, and it's, uh

parked right over there in that lot.

What do you say?

Yeah, baby. Come on. Come on.

What have we got here?

Been a long time since we've seen one of these.

Really? What the hell is this?

- Looks like he's bled to death. - What, from this?

- You find a weapon? - No weapon, no I.D., nothing.

This bullshit's getting stale, Tom.

Check on the coroner.

I'll get you an E.T.A.

Sir. Here's some aspirin, sir.

Beck thought you might need them.

'What are you doing?'

Yo, Beck. Caught beautiful here trying to leave.

She's the one that found the body.

Let me have a minute.

Sorry. It's been a hell of a night.

- Yeah. - Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Can you tell me what you saw?

I saw Brenda walk out on my way in.

There was this guy on the floor.

I screamed, and the cops came.

You ever seen this guy before?

You sure you never seen this guy?

I know Brenda. No way she'd have anything to do with that creep.

- Beck. - What?

We need to find her.

You trying to tell me that she's part of this?

Hey Tom, you ain't going to believe this.

We have another stiff. In the parking lot.

I don't believe this. Thank you for your help.

What the hell's this guy doing with his pants down?

What the hell you think he's doing?

Busy night, huh, Beck?

Getting a little crowded in my van, you know?

Joey, let me know when this guy gets posted.

- Cliff, get these out. - Gotcha.

Let's get a DMV on-on this...

Come here.

In a span of twelve hours, I've got five bodies.

Not counting Miller.

Who dies because he runs out of blood.

A stripper screws some guy to death

steals his car, and takes off.

All this in twelve hours.

I wanna ask you, am I crazy?

Or does this seem just a little bizarre?

Yeah, it's a little bizarre.

I knew that.

I just wanted to know if you knew that.

Let's get out of here.

Step out of the car slowly.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

It's going to be one of those nights.

Watch it.

Shit.

Holy smoke.

Suspect is armed and headed eastbound.

I'd say we're going the right way.

There it is.

You bitch.

Shit.

God damn it.

Why don't you try for one of the tires?

I'm trying to.

You think it's easy? Why don't you try it?

Son of a..

Hold the wheel.

You hold the damn wheel. You wanted to..

What are you doing?

Jesus.

You're out of your damn mind. You know that?

You're fucking nuts.

I'm going in.

I'll cover you.

I'd be safer if you didn't.

Fine. I won't cover you.

Alright. Cover me.

Want me to fucking cover you or not?

I need you to cover me.

Fine. I'll cover you.

Jesus Christ.

She's bleeding to death. Why doesn't she go down?

We got to get to her before she dies.

Why don't we wait till after she's dead?

You think it's over now.

You're wrong.

I'm not coming out yet.

I'll kill you first.

Roy, come. God!

- Lieutenant. - Yeah, Willis,

what's your status?

Broad just jumped around back.

Go on ahead.

- Halt! - FBI!

Get away from the body.

The party's over. She's dead.

She's dead, Lieutenant. Hell of a night, huh?

Who was here? Who touched the body?

She's dead, Mr. Gallagher. It's over.

Nelson, this is Willis.

Check on the coroner's arrival for me, will you?

Better bring in the Robbery and Homicide shooting team.

What's going on up there?

You want us up there?

You want to make some room there?

- Move 'em out of the way. - Gurney coming through.

Joey.

Hey, look, it's none of my business

but the lady had 15 bullet holes in her.

You guys like making my job miserable, huh?

You should really go to the ambulance now.

Just give me a minute.

It's not over, is it?

- No. - I want an explanation.

Explanation won't help you.

I've worked homicide for thirteen years

and I've seen a lot of strange shit.

But I have never seen anything like this.

Now, you seem to know what's going on, and I don't.

You're going to tell me.

Explanation's not going to help you.

I'll decide that.

Then I'm sorry.

Hey! Don't you walk away from me.

What I'm after is still out there

and I don't know where to start.

- Cliff. - Tommy, what happened to you?

- Arrest him. - Arrest him?

Book him.

Lloyd, I've got to take you downtown.

Boss' orders.

Come on.

Woodfield, what are you doing up so late?

Having a ball. I heard you took one.

- You okay? - I'm fine. Thanks.

Hey. I woke you, huh?

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

If I wasn't fine, somebody else would call you, wouldn't they?

I got into a bit of a scrape, but no big deal.

I'm just calling so you won't worry.

I'll be home soon.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

I love you too. Bye.

I hope you know what you're doing busting a Fed.

Let me worry about that.

- How's the arm? - Hey, it's a scratch.

What the hell's this, your press secretary?

This is the stuff I got from Lloyd.

Firearms, personal I.D.

And who in the hell knows what this is?

Must be some kind of special FBI toy.

Do me a favor. Drop it at the lab.

See what they figure out in the morning.

Gotcha. No problem.

- Cliff. Thanks partner. - Yeah.

Take care of that arm.

I got that information you wanted.

Okay. Seattle FBI says Agent Lloyd Gallagher

was killed in a forest fire about a month ago

with a friend of his named Stone, Robert Stone.

They were hunting in Olympic National Forest

the weekend they had that big forest fire.

Bureau figured Stone was dead. Never found his body.

Just figured it burned up in the fire.

Is that all?

I had them wire me a picture of Stone.

Evidently, Mr. Stone has taken over the identity

of his dead friend.

If you don't need me, I'm going home.

Brem... good work.

Excuse me, Sarge. Where do you want him?

Take the cuffs off him.

- You want me to stay? - No.

Crazy thing.

I was starting to like you.

Sit down.

I checked with the FBI in Seattle.

Lloyd Gallagher is dead.

Your real name is Robert Stone.

That's about all we know about you

except for the fact that you're driving a stolen Porsche

which is probably the only true thing

that you've told us so far.

So why don't we just have a little talk?

Who are you and what are you doing here?

Please don't ask me that.

Don't give me that! I've had it with you.

You think this is some kind of a game?

You think you can waltz into this town

turn my department upside-down endanger my men's lives?

I'm tired of you jerking me around.

I want answers!

I wanna know why does it take 15 shots

to take down some zoned-out stripper?

Why do three law-abiding citizens

all of a sudden go crazy and start killing people?

I want answers, and I want them now!

Miller, the stripper, DeVries were the same

and it's not human.

Excuse me?

I've been after it for a long time.

Now, it's here... on Earth, in your city.

Oh, boy.

Are we talking spacemen here?

The way it works is it finds a body

gets inside, uses it to move around.

It stays in that body until the body is so damaged

it has to find another body.

That's the only time I can kill it when it's between bodies.

I missed my chance when it came out of the stripper.

It found another body and changed before I got there.

So now we don't know who the spaceman is.

But I don't have to look for it anymore.

It knows I'm here. It'll come after me.

Beck, I need my weapon.

That's the only thing that can kill it.

So the spaceman is the one

that killed your partner, your wife.

The one that you've been tracking for the past...

- Nine years. - Nine years.

Your time.

Our time.

I guess a career in the police

didn't really prepare you for this, did it?

Yes, it did.

We'll try again later.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Good morning, Lieutenant. - Morning.

What's eating him?

You said he wasn't coming in today.

Hey, John, what do you say?

I thought you weren't coming in today.

I have work to do.

Aha. Well, I'm sorry. This is Lieutenant Masterson.

Carol Miller, Senator Holt's assistant.

Agents Stadt and Lowe.

They're handling security for the senator's speech today.

Holt. The one everyone applauds.

We'd like to think so.

- Where's the speech? - Park Plaza. You know that.

Yeah. Five guys in the lobby, I think, Carol.

- Take it easy, alright? - Sure. I'll be fine.

- How are you doing, Sarge? - Hey Frankie, how you doing?

That was a bomb!

Where did that come from?

We've got an explosion in ballistics.

There's smoke through the corridor.

Get a fire unit over here.

Get a fire extinguisher in here.

- Was it a bomb? - Get him out of here!

What happened?

What the hell is going on?

Hey, what's going on here?

- You! - You?

Lieutenant, what's going on?

- Where is the other one? - What other one?

The one you were with.

I locked him up. You know that.

- I want to talk to him. - What is this?

Listen. I already shot you once.

I can hardly wait to do it again.

Now, let's go.

- Hey, Beck. - Stay back.

Lieutenant, what's going on?

Come on.

Tom, you okay?

Stay back, Cliff, it's not Masterson.

Seal this corridor off! Get him out of here!

Now, Beck!

Freeze!

We just dumped the lieutenant. Get an ambulance.

Sanchez, stay away from him.

Brooks!

- Give me your gun. - You can't do that.

- Give me your fucking gun! - It's in my waistband, man!

Get a shotgun and seal off the stairwell.

Buzz the gate! Gate into C8!

What the hell's going on here?

Just open.. Masterson has flipped out

and he's shooting up the station, alright?

- Now open the gate. - Check your piece, Beck.

Give me the keys, Joe.

Buzz the gate, Joe.

Buzz the fucking gate!

And watch out for Masterson!

Hey, I need a phone call.

I just saw Masterson dump two cops.

He took six hits at point-blank range

and he's not going down.

Is Masterson..

...is he dead?

- The real Masterson? - Yeah.

You're gonna need this.

Hey, what's going on?

Jesus Christ.

Let me in.

I can't do that, Lieutenant.

Hey, put that down. Don't do that.

Get down.

- You're hit. Here. - I know.

Alhague.

Yes.

Before I kill you, I'm curious. How did you find me?

You left an angry partner for dead on Altair.

A mistake.

That's what it said.

Die, you fucker!

Son of a bitch!

Why don't you use that goddamn thing?

Not yet.

It's the only thing that can kill him.

It's not simple.

Alhague, how do you like being human?

It's alright.

Better than being Altairian. Altairians are a filthy people.

We could take over this place if we wanted.

They have nothing here to stop us.

Yo, hippy, what kind of dude are you?

Okay, what's going on, man?

- Bye. - Die!

He's going to change soon. I'm gonna be there.

Who the hell are you?

Do you feel pain?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Why didn't you use that thing?

It's the only thing that'll kill him

and you didn't use it

Wrong composition.

Doesn't work on human flesh.

Whoa!

Hey, open up the door, man.

He's from outer space.

- Nobody knows it. It's crazy. - Something's going on.

Dude's from outer space.

Seal this off.

Get back in there.

Back.

Cover me.

You go low.

On three.

One... two... three.

- Freeze! - Don't shoot!

Don't move! Freeze!

- Is it him? - No.

Beck, what's going on?

- Is he dead? - Yeah.

Beck, what the hell's going on?

- See anybody leave this room? - I don't know.

Willis, he said he was going to get a medic.

Beck, who did this to Masterson?

- Not Willis. - I'm sorry.

I think we better find him.

Senator Holt.

Beck.

Where?

Jesus Christ.

The free lunch program..

Freeze! Don't move!

Hold it right there. Beck. LAPD.

Who the hell is he?

- Gallagher. FBI. - He's one of mine.

Beck, what the hell are you doing?

Code red. Code red.

Sir, there may be an assassin.

We'll take you outta the back entrance.

Detective Willis.

I've got orders to disarm and detain you.

Sure.

Get out of here now!

Alright. In here! Move it! Move!

Back against the wall. Now!

Freeze!

Wait.

Oh, shit.

They're in the kitchen.

Shit.

Jim, stay with Beck. Charlie, go with me.

Three-L-ten, requesting medical attention.

I got two downed officers here.

Freeze! Drop it!

Both of you in the closet, now!

Who are you?

Who are you, goddammit?

What do you want?

Let's get the Senator out of here.

Alright. Everybody move.

Get him out of here. Watch that guy.

Uniform, seal this off.

Hey, you can't go through here. Please ma'am.

- Did we get him? - Yeah.

Questions. Questions.

Has any motive been established as to why Detective Willis

would want to assassinate Senator Holt?

Lieutenant Flynn?

The depart..

The department is conducting an investigation.

But at this time we have no motive.

Question. Question.

Yes, sir.

Senator, do you still intend to run for President?

The senator will discuss his campaign plans

after he has had adequate time

to fully reflect on the situation.

I want to be President.

What's that, Senator?

I want to be President.

Gallagher. FBI.

Uh-huh. What's in the bag?

Security equipment.

Open it up.

Alright. Go!

Freeze! Hold it! Freeze!

Look!

Mommy, is daddy gonna be alright?

You know, your daddy loves you very much.

Mom, please take her out of here, please.

Nurse!

Get Gurney. Get an orderly stat!

Hi.

Come on, honey.