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- No! Let go!
- Shut up, you hear me?

- No! Help!
- I'll kill you right here.

- Shut up! God damn it!
- Help!

I'll kill you right fuckin' here!

- Let go! Let go,
- Get up! Get up!

- Help! Help...
- Oh, fuck!

Help me! Somebody help!

Shut up! God damn it! Shut up!

Shut the fuck up! I'll blow
your fucking head off right here!

No more!
I'll kill you right here! Shut up!

- Listen to me. I want you to--
- Police, drop it!

Just 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 wanna hurt you.
- Don't come any closer!

Okay, just let her go.

Die, bitch!

Shit!

Okay, gentlemen, next victim.

You did good.

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

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

Graduating class. Atten-hut!

Ready, move!

I do hereby pledge, declare...

I do hereby pledge, declare...

That I will uphold the Constitution
of the United States...

That I will uphold the Constitution
of the United States...

And the Constitution
of the State of New York...

And the Constitution
of the State of New York...

And I will faithfully
discharge the duties...

And I will faithfully
discharge the duties...

Of police officer in the New York City
Police Department...

Of police officer in the New York City
Police Department...

According to the best of my ability.

According to the best of my ability.

Ready, move!

Sir, could you move for just one second?

Just one second.
We just wanna take a picture.

- Thank you very much. Hold on.
- All right, here we go.

- Come on! Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

Can you move out of the way for a second?

Okay, there we go!

- Good.
-Oh, honey, can you take a picture,

just me and Megan alone?

Okay. Come on, Jennifer.

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

- Come on, let's get something to drink.
- Go on.

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.

Hey, Vinny, over here!

Wait a second! Wait a second. Hold it!

Hey, Megan, look at you.

Not bad, huh?

- Yeah, very... you know.
- Yeah.

Hi, honey. It's Mom.

I just wanted to say congratulations

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

- Have some more of this.
- No, I'm okay.

It's so nice to have you here.

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?

Busses must have all had flats,

and I guess no taxis
came across the river yesterday.

I wanted so badly to be at the ceremony.

- |-
- Shut up, Shirley.

Oh, Dad, just say it.

- I have nothing to say to you.
- Frank, don't.

- I wanna hear it.
- Hear what?

Now, don't start.

I wanna have a nice meal.

I've got a goddamn cop for a daughter.

Come on, man, step inside.
Check it out, check it out.

Hey, showtime out here!

Showtime out here. Step up!

- Show starts in ten minutes here!
- Yo, man, we got...

So, Turner, how come? For the action?

- How come what?
- How come?

- 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'?

You're okay, Turner. You're okay.

Turn in a minute. I gotta take a leak.

- Hey. Can I help you?
- Yeah, two regulars.

One of these.

Okay, honey, that's enough.

- Aw, no fair.
- No. No sugar.

- Aw, please!
- Honey, try not to yell. Go, honey.

Thank you. Come on, honey.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

On the floor, all of you!

You, give me the cash drawer, man.

What, you want it engraved, asshole?
Hurry the fuck up!

I said $1.57, ma'am.

Ah, damn, shit!

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?

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.

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

Hurry the fuck up.
Give me the bag. Give me the bag.

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.

Put down the gun.

Oh, look, bitch,
I didn't come here to fuck with you.

I said, put the gun down now.

Oh, fuck you!

Holy shit!

Jesus Christ, Turner.

Fuck.

- Evening, Mr. Hunt.
- Hi.

3-2, Mets.

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.

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.

Twenty-four hours later,
she's off the force.

- It was justifiable circumstances.
- What'd he draw on you?

- Looked like a .44.
- Why didn't you just tackle him?

"Cause he was 40 feet away.

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

Because I could.

- Do you mind?
- Go ahead.

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.
- 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.

- 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.

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?

- Sit down. Just sit down.
- Excuse me!

- 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.

- 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.
- 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?

At ten! At ten!

At ten! At ten!

Sold, sold!

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

Fifty at 80!

- Ten, ten, ten!
- Fifty?

At ten, at ten!

Eighty for five!

Fifty at 90!

Five-- 207

Twenty, sold!

Thirty at 90!

Sold, sold, 30, sold.

Ten at 907

Ten at 90!

Ten at-- sold!

Stop trading. The market's closed.

Boom.

No! I said, no more.

- Stop, back up.
- Oh, yeah!

Turn around. Go the other way.

You seeing anybody?

Nobody special.

- 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.

Hi.

- Talk.

- Nice to meet you.
- I'm sorry.

Hey, John, sangria?

Um, Megan?

- 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.
- Oh, honey.

- So, what do you do?
- I'm a cop.

Come on.

Really.

- Jenny, get off of there. Jenny!
- Higher, higher!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Sure. Why?

Well, you look bad.
You look like you just ate something bad.

A cop, huh?

I wanna play here!

Do you wear a gun?

- 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... why would you wanna become a cop?

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

Well...

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 taillight?

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 license already--
- Howard, Howard.

Lighten up.

Hey, what are you, fuckin' blind?

Hey, mister, you okay?

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, no. No!

Please, no!

Unauthorized 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.

Taxi!

You wanna share? You're wet.

- No, thanks. No, it's--
- Aw, come on. It's no problem, really.

- Miss, it's right here.
- I like walking in the rain. It's nice.

Hey, remember what happened to Dorothy
when she didn't get out of the storm?

Come on. It's right here.
It's no problem. Really, it's not.

Miss, I'm getting pneumonia.

- Where do you wanna go, quick?
- Downtown?

Yes, perfect.

They expect rain today.

- Really?
- Yeah.

They're never right.

- Hi, I'm Eugene.
- Megan.

Thanks for the ride.

Where you going?

17th and 8th.

- You sure it's not out of your way?
- No, no, not at all.

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

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

- 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 shows.

Makes me feel safe.

Safe.

I hope you're not in a hurry.

What do you say,
wanna wait out the traffic? You hungry?

- Really?
- Yeah, really. Come on.

- There you go. Keep it.
- Thanks, buddy.

- Come on, come on.
- You sure?

Yes, I'm sure. Come on.

Thanks.

- Good evening.
- Hi. Two for dinner.

This way, please.

- Look, maybe we should go someplace else.
- Here.

- I-- I don't know what I should say.
- Just say no.

I won't.

Here we are.

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?

"What gives?" Hello?

What-- Nothing.

Okay.

- I'll stop.
- Thanks. You like champagne?

Great.

That's fine, thank you.

Here's to meeting you.

Here's to meeting you.

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 gonna go to hell.

I don't-- I don't want to talk about that.

Know the first time I laid eyes on you...

This is...

very unusual for me,
being with you here tonight. I--

I'm glad you came.

I'd like to get to know you better.
I hope you'll let me.

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, what are you doing tomorrow night?

- Yes?
- Are you Megan Turner?

- Yes.
- We're from Internal Affairs.

We're gonna 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.

- Get an idea.
- Get two ideas.

- Think, Megan.
- Hard.

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

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.

Learn something new
about yourself every day.

Where were you around midnight?

- Sleeping.
- The officers woke her up, Nick.

Okay.

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...

- 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.

She's our only lead.

Well, she's suspended, remember?

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.

- Take full responsibility.
- Absolutely.

In your department.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Nick!

There's gotta be some way around that.

Around what?

Around what?

Oh, Christ.

Turner, take that.

- 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.
- Sign that.

Detective Turner.

I like-- I like the sound of that.

How's it feel?

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

Look.

What?

Me.

You. Okay, what about you?

Why me?

Why you?

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.

Wanna get higher?

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...

the world.

Wanna come in?

Soon.

Soon? Okay.

You even put on pantyhose,
I wanna 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 favor.

What's that?

Shop.

Hello?

Where?

Give me five minutes.

What happened?

- Move over. I can't see!
- Excuse me, excuse me.

Just let me get one shot of him.

Detective, is this related
to the other shootings?

Is this related to the other shootings?

- Detective! Detective!
- Listen, could I get a rope around here?

- I really need a rope.
- 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?

Okay, look, powder burns on the chest.

He was shot point-blank range.

Now, examine the crime scene.

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.
- Does it fit the pattern?

Right down to the bullet casing.

Shit!

Come on, Louie, tag this guy.

Six at 80!

Six...

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.

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, G--

Stop it.

Stop it!

Stop talking to me!

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you! Stop!

Want a date?

Hi.

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?

Come here.

- Oh, sorry.
- No, no. Don't be, don't be.

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

Not anymore.

- 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.

It's embarrassing.

Hold your gun...

please.

You know...

You know, like...

Like this.

Okay.

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?

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?

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?

...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.

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!

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

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.

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.

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, Counselor.
- 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.

Uncuff my client, Chief.

How about you listen to the charges first,
Mr. Dawson?

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.

- What's your evidence?
- 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.

Believe? You can lock a guy up on belief?

- What is this, a joke?
- No, I know.

Well, good, good, good. Oh, she's good.
Where'd you find her?

She read palms, or...

Well, the press are gonna get
their wet dreams over this one.

- Did my client tell you this?
- No.

- Did you find the murder weapon?
- No.

Then quite frankly, what you have is shit.

- We stand behind our detectives.
- 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 gonna sue the New York City
Police Department

and the City of New York.

And, Detective,
you even talk to my client,

you're gonna direct traffic in the BQE
for the rest of your career.

Release him.

- Were you going out with him?
- 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 think 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 gonna have my ass in a sling.

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

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

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.

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?

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

I'm glad you're my friend too.

But anyway, look,
Sunday I'm gonna 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 favor, okay?
For the rest of my life, just one?

- Don't set me up.
- He's a nice guy.

Give me a break, Tracy.
So was the other guy.

Just remember...

...baby, it's what's behind--

Tracy run!

What?

Breathe deep. That's right. Let's go.

That's good, keep breathing.
Just keep breathing.

Come on, breathe, breathe.
You're coming home.

- Easy, easy, easy. Take it easy.
- That's it. Let's go. There you go.

Megan. Megan, it's Nick.

- Is she okay? She's moving.
- You're okay.

- Tracy.
- Easy, easy, easy. She's gone.

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

- You all right? I got it.
- Oh, my God.

- Let's get the medic.
- Okay, that's it.

There you go.

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!

- Get the barricade up on the sidewalk.
- All right, come on, let's go.

You look lovely.

Stand up.

- Excuse me?
- Stand up.

Put your hands out where I 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!
- 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.

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.

Well?

No.

Oh, Detective,

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

And furthermore, I think you need help.

Mr. Dawson, I'm personally gonna see to it

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

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?

I got nothing to go on, Megan.

Nothing substantial, anyway.

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

Do you believe me, Nick?

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 gonna 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.

I'm sorry, Megan.

Mom?

I'm so sorry about Tracy.

- Mom.
- Nothing.

- What happened to your arm?
- Nothing.

- Mom.
- Don't you say anything, Shirley.

Did you do this to her?

She had an accident.
She fell down the stairs.

Mom, did he do this to you?

Just tell me. Just tell me.

- You don't talk, Shirley.
- Shut up, Dad! Just shut up.

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!

- You're under arrest.
- Are you kidding me, huh?

My daughter's putting me under arrest?

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.

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.
- Frank?

Hi, Shirley. Hi.

Megan, honey, your friend is here.

Frank, this is Eugene. Eugene Hunt.

- And this is my husband, Frank Turner.
- Hi.

- Mom.
- What is it, honey?

Nothing.

Hey, did... 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 just--
I can't... seem to get rid of it.

...authorities investigating
the .44 Magnum Killer terrorizing the city

believe they have found yet another body.

- More on that...
- Listen to this.

Sit down.

No, I don't wanna watch TV.

Do you mind if we turn it off?

No, shut it off.

I just wanted to...

come over here and, and-- 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-- we go out,

so maybe we should just leave now.

I'm just getting to know your folks.

Okay.

I can stay.

Eugene, stay a while.

- You look like you're about to go.
- Yeah.

- What?
- Sit down.

You-- 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.

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.
- It was a pleasure, sir.

It's nice to meet some of Megan's friends.

This was quite a surprise.

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.

Yeah, okay. Remember,
we got diddly on this guy.

So... just watch, okay?

What's wrong, Nick?
Don't you trust one of your partners?

I trust you totally, Megan.

Slow down, jerk!

Shit!

Fuck!

Looking for something?

It's okay.

I have one.

Go on, Eugene, grab for it.

You never know. You...

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

and blow your lousy head
into the next state.

- 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.

His gun's around here somewhere.
He'll be back.

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.

- No shit.
- Bullshit.

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.

Jesus.

You gotta lighten up, Turner.

We're gonna be here for a while.

Look at this. It's a nice night.

Okay, it's a nice night.

So what made you wanna become a cop?

Him.

Yeah.

The job sure has its hours.

That it does.

I bet your wife hates it.

She used to.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Heads up.

What are you doing? Come back here! Megan!

Shit! God--

Goddamn fuck!

Shit.

Where are these fucking keys?

Freeze!

He told me to hold the thing,
but it's a piece-of-shit flashlight.

Do you have a cigarette, lady?

Shit!

Look at me.

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.

10-13, 10-13.

Officer needs assistance.

- Suspect heading east--
- Nick, you okay?

Yeah, fine. Go. Male Caucasian...

He could be anywhere, 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.

It's just outside.
I could use something to drink.

- You got anything?
- Yeah.

Phone's over there.

Chief. Yeah, Nick here.

Listen, APB all the area hospitals,

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

Chief, you wanna do me
another favor? Thanks.

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

Okay. Any developments,
you know where to find me. Bye.

This I need.

I almost got you killed.

Yeah, that you did.

I never should have put you
in that position.

Hey...

Megan, it's okay.

It's all right.

It's over, okay?

I'm scared, Nick.

No!

Yes, that's it. Come on, come on!
Let's go, let's go! Let's go!

He got away! Not much. He got away!

Get an ambulance.

- Move aside!
- Chief, Chief!

I hear the mayor's after your badge
if you don't turn up this psycho.

The case is under investigation,
if you don't--

So what are you gonna do
after you get fired?

Megan.

You okay?

It was him.

Yeah.

- You get some rest.
- Nick?

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.

What?

Excuse me, could you come in a minute?

Could I have a cigarette?

Why, sure.

- Thanks.
- Boy, you sure been through something.

Police, everybody get down!

Get down!

Stay down, stay down.

All right, let's section
this area off. Over here.