''Go west, America'' was a slogan of Manifest Destiny.
Today is that last step westward with no stop signs. . .
. . .no traffic signals, from downtown. . .
. . .to the beach in 20 minutes.
What were you going to start with?
Prostitution?
Gambling?
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels. . .
. . .and you haven't got any wings.
Nice to see you again. Take care.
l wondered when you'd knock on my door again, Officer White.
lt's Bud.
Bud.
Why me?
l don't know.
This election. . .
. . .is about the future of law enforcement in Los Angeles.
City Councilman Rogers represents that future.
So let's dig deep. . .
. . .and get a moral man re-elected. Ellis Loew wants to say a few words.
Thank you, Brett Chase. The talented star of Badge of Honor.
Let me tell you, l am so thrilled to be here.
Big V.
Good to see you back.
-How they hanging, Sid? -Down around my ankles.
You tight with the D.A., Jackie?
He tried to throw me off the force last Christmas.
How about some payback, big-time?
Plus the usual $50 donation to the Jack Vincennes retirement fund.
-Did you know the D.A. was a swish? -No kidding?
Remember Matt Reynolds? Christmas Eve? ''The Movie Premiere Pot Bust''?
-He just got off the honor farm. -What's he doing here?
Reynolds is acey-deucey, not to mention broke.
l'm getting him to fuck the D.A. for $ 1 00.
That's twice the $50 you got for wrecking his career.
-Come here, come here. -Jesus, don't bring him--
That's D.A. Loew right there.
You need a drink?
Yeah.
Look after him.
Matt, this is Jack. No secrets between me and him.
-How you doing? -l'm okay. How're you?
l'm good.
Have we met before?
Yeah.
Was it at a party?
lt was something like that.
Fleur-de-Lis party, right?
Right.
Fleur-de-Lis.
''Whatever you desire. ''
Dope, hookers that look like movie stars. . .
. . .Pierce Patchett has it all.
You could say that again.
Pierce, he's not like regular guys.
l dig him. . .
. . .but you know. . .
. . .he scares me too.
Really?
How?
When l came out to L.A. this isn't exactly where l saw myself ending up.
Yeah, well. . .
. . .get in line.
Dutch courage, kid. Drink up.
l don't think l should do this.
lt's not like you don't know how.
Jack's connected to Badge of Honor. Pull this off, you'll get a part.
l smell a comeback, don't you, Jack?
The D.A.'s free.
Go introduce yourself. Go on.
Tell him about the opening on the show.
l'm pretty sure l can get you a part.
But that's later on. Tonight, just go over and pretend it's an acting job.
Like show biz.
Acting, that's it.
Right.
No one's going to know about this?
No.
lt'll be our secret.
-Show biz. -That's it. Go on.
Show biz.
lf Reynolds works his charms, and he will. . .
. . .they'll be at the Hollywood Center Motel, room 203.
Meet me there at midnight for a photo shoot.
Maybe we can work in the Hollywood sign this time.
You know Pierce Patchett?
l know what you know.
He's rich. lnvested in the freeways, which'll make him richer. Why?
l keep hearing rumors.
High-class porn, drugs, hookers that look like movie stars.
Patchett's what l call twilight. He ain't queer or red.
He cannot help me in my quest for prime sinnuendo.
As though Badge of Honor would touch that guy with a 1 0-foot pole. . .
. . .after he's been Hush-Hush cover boy twice in one year.
See you soon.
Midnight. l guarantee all kinds of illegal activity.
Another, Jack?
Kid?
Come on, you don't have to do this--
Thank you for what you did for me. . .
. . .for killing those animals who raped me.
Will you thank Officer White for me, please?
Sure.
Seeing him come through the door is about the only thing l remember.
Thank God.
You remember what time the Negroes left you?
ln your statement, you said they left you at midnight.
They might have.
They ''might'' have?
l don't know what time they left me. l wanted them dead.
Would anyone care that they raped a Mexican girl. . .
. . .if they hadn't killed those white people at the Nite Owl?
l did what l had to do for justice.
Exley, over here.
Smile, lnez.
ls he your hero?
Fellas, how about this? ''Rape Victim Wheeled Out by Nite Owl Hero. ''
All they get is Veronica Lake.
l get Lynn Margaret Bracken.
''Bisbee''?
l grew up there.
l'm going back in a couple of years, open up a dress shop.
The girls in Bisbee need a little glamour.
Where'd this come from?
l was 1 2. My dad went after my mother with a bottle. l got in the way.
So you saved her.
Not for long.
-l'm sorry. lt's none of my business. -He tied me to the radiator.
l watched him beat my mother to death with a tire iron. . .
. . .and he left me there.
Three days before a truant officer found us.
They never found the old man.
ls that why you became a cop?
To get even?
Maybe.
Do you like it?
l used to.
Now it's all strong-arm, sitting duck stuff.
lf l could get a chance to work Homicide like a real detective. . .
That prick, Exley. He shot the wrong guys.
Whoever killed Stensland's still around. l know it in here. l know it.
Something's wrong with the Nite Owl.
l just can't prove it, that's all.
l'm not smart enough.
l'm just the guy they bring in to scare the other guy shitless.
You're wrong.
You found Patchett. You found me.
You're smart enough.
Bud White. What brings you down to the basement?
A couple of Nite Owl questions.
Don't know if you read the papers, but that case is closed.
Anything bother you about it?
The fact that the pack-up boys haven't hauled this shit out of here yet.
The suspects' 3 shotguns match the strike marks on the shell casings.
What more do you want?
There's blood on the wall here.
l thought everyone got shot in the men's room.
That is Stensland's blood.
Blow to the head. Probably unconscious when they dragged him in the john.
They hit anyone else?
No, but he was a cop. Probably tried to do something.
Grilled cheese, black coffee. Someone was sitting next to him.
2 of the victims were women?
Yeah, Patti DeLuca, the night shift waitress, and a Susan Lefferts.
Susan Lefferts.
What about her?
You're welcome!
Mrs. Lefferts?
l'm Officer White, LAPD.
Tell me about the boyfriend. The one you mentioned at the coroner's.
Susie, l told you l didn't approve.
He was too old for you. And you let him be fresh with me.
They came here one day when l wasn't home.
Mrs. Jensen next door said. . .
. . .she saw Susie's boyfriend and another man. . .
. . .and she heard a ruckus.
What was his name?
We weren't properly introduced.
He had a nickname, Muns or Luns.
Stens? Was it Stens?
Maybe.
-l don't know. -Look at this picture.
That's him.
You said a neighbor heard a ruckus.
Outside?
lnside?
Outside.
And then Mrs. Jensen said they kept going under the house.
You have to leave now, Officer.
-What's through here? -Just a room full of old things.
Don't move that.
Don't mind the smell. l think a rat died behind the wall.
My Susie was a good girl.
She was never in any kind of trouble at all.
''Leland Meeks. '' Never heard of you.
They call me Buzz.
Was it a rat?
Yeah, a great big one.
Here.
Compliments of the Police Department.
Stomach of the week from a motel homicide.
Unemployed actor had frankfurter, french fries, alcohol and sperm.
Hell of a last supper, don't you think?
Anything bothering you about the Nite Owl case?
The fact that you guys won't let it go.
-What do you mean? -Bud White grilled me on it today.
Bud White?
He's not as dumb as l thought.
Did he say where he was going?
Let my daughter rest in peace!
l just want to ask a few questions.
Officer White already checked under the house.
Under the house?
-Where? -Out back.
All he found was rodents.
l need an l.D. on this as soon as possible. Talk only to me on this one.
l need your help.
l'm busy. Why don't you ask your boys in Homicide?
l can't. l need someone outside of Homicide.
l want you to tail Bud White.
Do me a favor. Leave me alone.
You make the 3 Negroes for the Nite Owl killings?
What?
lt's a simple question.
Why in the world do you want to dig deeper. . .
. . .into the Nite Owl killings. . .
. . .Lieutenant?
Rollo Tomasi.
ls there more or do l have to guess?
Rollo was a purse snatcher.
My father ran into him off-duty.
He shot my father 6 times and got away clean.
No one knew who he was.
l made the name up to give him personality.
Your point?
Rollo Tomasi's the reason l became a cop.
l wanted to catch the guys who thought they could get away with it.
lt was about justice.
Then somewhere along the way l lost sight of that.
Why'd you become a cop?
l don't remember.
What do you want?
l want to solve this.
Nite Owl was solved.
l want to do it right.
Even if it means paying the consequences?
All right, college boy, l'll help.
But there's a case your boys in Homicide don't care about.
They think it's just another Hollywood ''homo''-cide. But l don't.
You help me with mine, l'll help you with yours.
Deal?
Deal.
Johnny Stompanato.
Officer Wendell White. How's tricks, paesano?
l ain't your paesano.
l ain't in the snitch business anymore.
You know a guy named Buzz Meeks?
Works for Pierce Patchett.
Should l?
You're muscle for hire. Meeks is muscle for hire.
You tell me.
Yeah, l remember now.
Meeks is a run-down ex-cop. Same as you'll be some day.
That's all you'll get.
Keep your $20.
What do l get if l give you your balls back, you wop cocksucker?
There was a rumor going around. . .
. . .that Meeks had a line on a large supply of H.
And?
And nothing!
He skipped out.
Bullshit.
How would Meeks get his hands on a large supply of heroin?
You're right.
lt's probably bullshit.
Even if he did, he couldn't unload it.
Not without drawing all kinds of attention.
Maybe that's why he's under a house in Elysian Park not smelling too good. . .
...paesano.
Maybe White's not so dumb after all.
We got Rita Hayworth at the morgue, and now Veronica Lake with White.
l think your case and my case are connected. lt's Fleur-de-Lis again.
Fleur-de-Lis?
''Whatever you desire. ''
Porno.
High-class whores cut to look like movie stars.
Who knows what else? Reynolds, the kid that got killed, was involved.
So is Pierce Patchett.
The millionaire?
l think we should talk to him.
First l want to brace Stompanato.
Want an autograph? Write to MGM.
Since when do two-bit hoods and hookers give out autographs?
What?
LAPD. Sit down.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Take a walk, honey.
-You're making a large mistake. -Get away from our table.
Shut up.
A hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker.
-She just looks like Lana Turner. -She is Lana Turner.
She is Lana Turner.
How was l supposed to know?
l believe the Nite Owl's your area of expertise, Mr. Exley.
l saw you on television getting your medal.
And you're. . .
. . .that other Hollywood celebrity policeman, aren't you?
The Veronica Lake look-alike works for you. She's one of your whores.
-A vulgar term. -Why's she seeing Bud White?
Why do men and women usually see each other?
Let's try this on for size: Fleur-de-Lis.
''Whatever you desire. ''
An actor named. . .
. . .Matt Reynolds.
Nothing?
We want some answers.
We all want something.
The guy's as cool as they come.
Lieutenant Exley, come in, please. Over.
Exley.
The coroner wants to talk to you. He says he has your I.D.
Tell him Sergeant Vincennes is coming in to talk to him.
-l'll drop you at your car. -Where are you going?
Lynn Bracken's.
To find out why Patchett has her seeing Bud White. See you at the Frolic Room.
Oh, great. You get the girl. l get the coroner.
Hush-Hush, off the record and on the q.t.
l was just coming to see you. Got that l.D.?
Thank God for dental records. Stiff used to be a cop. Leland Meeks.
Buzz Meeks?
-You knew him? -Of him.
He was around when l joined the force. Bad rep. Thanks.
''Just the facts. ''
Anything else?
Leland Meeks worked Vice '39-'41 . l need to see his arrest records.
Miss Bracken. . .
. . .l'm Lieutenant Exley.
l know.
Bud told me all about you.
ls that so?
And what did White have to say?
He said you were smart.
He also said you were a coward, and that you'd screw yourself to get ahead.
Let's concentrate on my smarts.
Pierce Patchett made you, didn't he? Taught you how to dress, talk and think.
And l'm impressed with the results.
But l need answers.
And if l don't get them, l'll take you and Patchett down.
Pierce Patchett can take care of himself.
And l'm not afraid of you.
And you forget one thing, Lieutenant. . .
. . .Pierce also taught me how to fuck.
And he tells you who to fuck.
Why are you fucking Bud White?
What makes you think l'm not seeing Bud because l want to?
lt would be easier for you if there was an angle, wouldn't it?
You're afraid of Bud because you can't figure out how to play him.
He doesn't follow the same rules of politics as you do.
lt makes him dangerous.
l can handle Bud White.
Can you?
l see Bud because l want to.
l see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him.
l see Bud because he makes me feel like Lynn Bracken. . .
. . .and not a Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.
l see Bud because he doesn't know how to disguise who he is.
l see Bud for all the ways he's different from you.
Don't underestimate me.
The way you've underestimated Bud White?
Fucking me and fucking Bud aren't the same thing.
Stop talking about Bud White.
Come on.
Shit.
Jack Vincennes.
lt's going on midnight.
l need 2 minutes, Dudley.
lt's important.
Good thing for you my wife and daughters are at the beach in Santa Barbara.
Do you remember Buzz Meeks?
A disgrace as a police officer.
Straight D fitness reports from every C.O. he ever served under. Why?
1 2 years ago, he was on a vice roust with Dick Stensland.
They questioned Pierce Patchett about a blackmail scam.
Patchett had Sid Hudgens photographing prominent businessmen with hookers.
Anyway, charges were dropped. lnsufficient evidence.
You were the supervising officer on that case. Remember anything about it?
What's this about, boyo?
lt has to do with a murder l've been working with Exley on.
You're Narco, Jack, not Homicide.
Since when do you work with Exley?
lt's a private investigation.
l messed something up. l'm trying to make amends.
Don't start trying to do the right thing. You haven't had the practice.
Buzz Meeks and Dick Stensland.
So, what does Exley make of this?
l haven't told him yet. l just came from the records room.
Have you a valediction, boyo?
Rollo. . .
. . .Tomasi.
Sergeant Vincennes was killed by a .32 slug to the heart.
Time of death, approximately 1 a.m.
Although he was found in Echo Park, forensics indicates the body was moved.
l want 2-man teams to scour that entire neighborhood.
Our justice must be swift. . .
. . .and merciless.
That is all.
Might l have a word with you?
We're trying to run down a lead on an associate of Vincennes.
The records check has led to a dead end.
What's the name?
Rollo Tomasi?
You ever heard Vincennes mention him?
No. No, l haven't.
lt's probably nothing. Still. . .
. . .keep your eyes open, boyo.
l know it's unlikely, but suppose. . .
. . .somebody had a lot of heroin, who would they go to to move it?
White, in my office.
Captain. Look, just give me a name.
Mickey Cohen.
Captain?
l could use your fearsome habits at the Victory Motel.
When?
Now.
Close the door, lad.
You're a bit of a puzzlement to me these days.
You don't seem your old cruel self.
And l had such grand plans for your future.
What plans?
You have your extracurricular activities and l have mine.
We must have a clarification session one of these days.
However. . .
. . .right now. . .
. . .we'll brace a man who may know who killed Jack Vincennes.
So the question is. . .
. . .can l count on you, lad?
-Yes or no? -Yes, sir.
l want to know everything you and Vincennes talked about last night.
Start with the l.D. on the corpse.
An ex-cop.
Leland ''Buzz'' Meeks.
An ex-cop?
Did Jack know him?
Only by reputation.
Wendell, this is Sid Hudgens.
l'm willing to cooperate. No need to tie me down.
lt's for your own safety.
What can you tell us about Sgt. Jack Vincennes?
Hollywood Jack? The Big V?
l can tell you he's on the night train to the Big Adios.
l had nothing to do with him getting killed, if that's what you mean.
-But you were business associates. -What's that got to do with anything?
Okay, so we worked together.
lt was an information exchange.
l got him first-class collars, he got me good stories. We were friends.
We'll drop that for now.
What about Pierce Patchett?
You think he had something to do with Vincennes getting iced?
l'd like full and docile cooperation on every topic.
Okay, okay, okay. All right.
Everyone knows Patchett's worth a boatload.
But he has hobbies too.
He bankrolls B movies under the table.
And try this one on.
He's rumored to be a heroin sniffer.
All in all, a powerful behind-the-scenes strange-o.
-And? -And what?
Reciprocity, Mr. Hudgens, is the key to every relationship.
He runs call girls.
Primo tail fixed up to look like movie stars.
And?
Blackmail shit.
ln my car, in the trunk, under the rug. . . .
Patchett got me to photograph this cop screwing this gorgeous slut named Lynn.
She looks just like Veronica Lake.
Leave him!
l said leave him be!
Get him away from me!
Back off!
l wouldn't trade places with Exley right now for all the whiskey in lreland.
Dudley, l thought you were going to let the dumb bastard kill me!
Learn to pull your punches a little better.
You can uncuff me now, fellas.
Fellas. . .
. . .we had a deal.
You, me, Patchett. We're a team.
Hush-hush.
-Anything? -Nothing.
Meeks never made an arrest the entire time he worked Vice?
Someone must've pulled the files.
What about the daily report books?
-They'd be buried in the basement. -Find them.
You talk to Exley?
Come in out of the rain.
What happened with Exley?
Just come in.
Will you tell me what happened with Exley?
We talked.
Tell me about him.
Later.
Now!
You fucked him.
l thought l was helping you.
l'm glad you're here. l need you to see this.
Wait.
Dudley killed Jack.
He wants you to kill me.
He showed you the photo, didn't he?
Didn't he?
Think! Goddamn you, think!
Get out!
l checked the daily report books.
Dudley, Buzz Meeks and Stensland go way back.
l knew Stensland lied to me.
Lefferts' mother l.D.'d him as Lefferts' boyfriend.
Stensland pretended he didn't know Meeks or her the night that l met. . .
. . .Lynn.
Stensland and Meeks. . .
. . .what were they up to?
l don't know. But l think Stens killed Meeks over heroin.
What heroin?
Johnny Stompanato told me that Meeks had heroin for sale.
Meeks ends up dead.
Stensland dies at the Nite Owl.
lt wasn't the Negroes.
The rape victim lied.
The first guys to the Mercury coupe were Breuning and Carlisle.
Dudley's guys.
They planted the shotguns.
They'd have killed the Negroes too if Jack and l hadn't shown up.
Dudley framed them because they were Negroes and had records.
He knew there'd be no questions asked. . .
. . .if they were killed resisting arrest.
Somehow it's all connected to Jack's angle.
Sid Hudgens. . .
. . .the pictures to blackmail Ellis Loew. . .
A kid got murdered.
To figure it out, we must work together.
Why are you doing this?
The Nite Owl made you.
You want to tear all that down?
With a wrecking ball.
Want to help me swing it?
Let's go see Ellis Loew.
Find out what the District Attorney knows.
You can't go in there.
-Want me to call the police, Mr. Loew? -Ask for Capt. Dudley Smith.
Tell him we're discussing an unemployed actor's death at a Sunset Strip motel.
These are the police.
What do you want?
l want D.A. bureau men to tail Dudley Smith and Patchett 24 hours a day.
l want you to get a judge to authorize wiretaps on their home phones.
l want authorization to check their bank records.
On what evidence?
Call it a hunch.
Absolutely not.
Dudley Smith is a highly-decorated member of the department.
l won't smear his and Patchett's name without--
Without what?
Them smearing yours first?
What do they have? Pictures of you and Matt Reynolds with your pants down?
You have proof?
The proof had his throat slit.
So far, you're not denying it.
l won't dignify this with answers.
Now if you gentlemen will excuse me. . .
. . .l have a press conference for Jack Vincennes that l have to prepare for.
Unless you came to wipe my ass, l believe we're through.
Don't pull that good-cop-bad-cop crap. l practically invented it.
So what if some homo actor is dead.
Boys, girls. Ten of them get off the bus to L.A. everyday.
Pull him off me!
l don't know how.
l know you think you're the A-number-one hotshot, but here's the juice.
lf l kill you, 1 0 lawyers will take your place tomorrow.
They just won't come on a bus.
Okay!
Dudley and Patchett, they. . . .
Oh, my God!
l wouldn't play ball so they set me up!
l gave in! But the kid heard everything. . .
. . .so they killed him.
Why?
-What are Dudley and Patchett up to? -Taking over Mickey Cohen's rackets.
Because of those pictures l couldn't prosecute them!
Oh, Jesus!
Help me up!
ls that how you ran the good-cop bad-cop?
Patchett?
Looks like his bodyguard had a conflict of interest.
Suicide note.
Says he killed Jack because Jack had figured out his pornography scam.
Slicing himself open wasn't his idea.
2 of his fingers are broken.
They held him there.
Or drugged him.
Dudley's tying up his loose ends.
Patchett's dead.
He sent you after me.
Lynn.
West Hollywood Sheriff.
-They're closer than we are. -l'll get the car. Keys!
We took her to the station for safekeeping.
Hold her as Joan Smith. And no one sees her unless l okay it.
Someone worked her over.
She wouldn't say who.
See you, Exley.
We should talk to Lynn.
You do it.
What will you do?
l'm going to talk to Sid Hudgens.
Compliment him on his performance at the Victory Motel.
Remember, Bud, we need evidence.
l'll get the evidence.
Are you okay?
You okay?
Bud hates himself for what he did.
l know how he feels.
l need to know what you can give me on Dudley Smith.
He's a police captain in business with Patchett.
l've never heard of him.
Do you have a place to stay?
l'll be okay.
Nobody goes in without official l.D.
lt's okay. Let him through.
What happened?
Someone beat him to death, and stole a bunch of files.
Must have dug up garbage on the wrong guy.
We got it narrowed down to 1 000 suspects.
Sergeant White. . .
. . .dispatch got a call for you.
Lieutenant Exley wants you to meet him at the Victory Motel.
You wanted to meet here?
-You called it. l thought Hudgens was-- -Hudgens is dead.
Let's get out of here.
lt's too late.
You figured it was a set-up but came anyway?
A lot of bad stuff happened here.
lt's as good a place as any for it to end.
Clip.
All l ever wanted was to measure up to my father.
Now's your chance.
He died in the line of duty, didn't he?
Goddamn it!
You okay?
Yeah.
Come on. Easy.
Move!
Rollo Tomasi.
Who is he?
You are.
You're the guy who gets away with it.
Jack knew it.
And so do l.
Are you going to shoot me. . .
. . .or arrest me?
Good lad.
Always the politician.
Let me do the talking.
After l'm done, they'll make you Chief of Detectives.
Hold up your badge. . .
. . .so they'll know you're a policeman.
You think you can talk your way out of this, Lieutenant?
No. . .
. . .but l can tell the truth.
During our investigation. . .
. . .of events surrounding the Nite Owl case. . .
. . .Jack Vincennes, Bud White and l learned the following:
Your golden boy's throwing his whole life away.
The 3 Nite Owl suspects. . .
. . .while guilty of kidnapping and rape. . .
. . .were innocent of the multiple homicides at the Nite Owl.
The gunmen were most likely. . .
. . .Los Angeles police officers Michael Breuning and William Carlisle. . .
. . .and a third man. . .
. . .who may or may not have been Captain Dudley Smith.
The objective:
The elimination of another police officer. . .
. . .Richard Stensland. . .
. . .who, along with former LAPD officer Leland ''Buzz'' Meeks. . .
. . .also committed multiple homicides on behalf of Captain Smith. . .
. . .and then betrayed him. . .
. . .over 25 pounds of heroin. . .
. . .the retrieval of which. . .
. . .was the ultimate motivation behind the Nite Owl killings.
Beginning with the incarceration of Mickey Cohen. . .
. . .Capt. Smith has been assuming control of organized crime in Los Angeles.
This includes the assassinations of Mickey Cohen lieutenants. . .
. . .the systematic blackmail of city officials. . .
. . .and the murders of Susan Lefferts, Pierce Patchett, Sid Hudgens. . .
. . .and Sergeant Jack Vincennes.
Captain Smith admitted as much to me. . .
. . .before l shot him. . .
. . .at the Victory Motel.
That's it.
The press will have a field day.
Christ!
lt'll stain the Department for years.
Decades.
lf we can get the kid to play ball. . .
. . .who's to say what happened?
Maybe Dudley Smith died a hero.
-Good idea. -lf we get the press to play.
Want to tell me what you're smiling about?
A hero.
How'd he know what we said?
He couldn't have heard us.
ln this situation. . .
. . .you'll need more than one.
It is my pleasure to present this award to Detective Lieutenant Edmund Exley...
... two-time Medal of Valor recipient.
Next year the LAPD will move into its new facility.
With leaders like Edmund Exley. . .
. . .the image of fat cops stealing apples will be left behind. . .
. . .and Los Angeles will finally have the police force it deserves.
You just couldn't resist.
They're using me. So for a while, l'm using them.
Come on.
Thanks for the push.
Congratulations, Lieutenant Exley.
Some men get the world. . .
. . .others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
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