How you doing?
What do you say I buy you a cup of coffee?
-Yeah, sure. Let's go. -Follow me.
Seven years in Folsom.
In the hole for three.
McNeil before that.
McNeil as tough as they say?
You looking to become a penologist?
You're looking to go back? You know, I chase down some crews...
...guys just looking to fuck up, get busted back. That you?
You must've worked some dipshit crews.
I worked all kinds.
You see me doing thrill-seeking liquor-store holdups...
...with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
-No, I do not. -Right.
I am never going back.
Then don't take down scores.
I do what I do best, I take scores.
You do what you do best, trying to stop guys like me.
So you never wanted a regular-type life?
What the fuck is that? Barbecues and ball games?
Yeah.
-This regular-type life like your life? -My life? No, my life....
No, my life's a disaster zone.
I got a stepdaughter so fucked up...
...because her real father is this large-type asshole.
I got a wife. We're passing each other on the down slope of a marriage...
...my third...
...because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block.
That's my life.
A guy told me one time:
"Don't let yourself get attached to anything...
...you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat...
...if you feel the heat around the corner."
Now, if you're on me, and you gotta move when I move...
...how do you expect to keep a-- A marriage?
Well, that's an interesting point.
What are you, a monk?
I have a woman.
What do you tell her?
I tell her I'm a salesman.
So then, if you spot me coming around that corner...
...you're just gonna walk out on this woman?
Not say goodbye?
That's the discipline.
That's pretty vacant, no?
Yeah, it is what it is.
It's that, or we both better go do something else, pal.
I don't know how to do anything else.
Neither do I.
-I don't much want to either. -Neither do I.
You know, I have this, uh, recurring dream.
I'm sitting at this big banquet table...
...and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are sitting at this table...
...and they're staring at me with these black eyeballs...
...because they got eight-ball hemorrhages from the head wounds.
And there they are, these big balloon people...
...because I found them two weeks after they'd been under the bed.
The neighbors reported the smell...
...and there they are, all of them just sitting there.
What do they say?
Nothing.
-No talk? -None.
Just.... They don't have anything to say.
See, we just look at each other.
They look at me. And that's it, that's the dream.
I have one where I'm drowning.
And I gotta wake myself up and start breathing, or I'll die in my sleep.
You know what that's about?
Yeah. Having enough time.
-Enough time to do what you wanna do? -That's right.
-You doing it now? -No, not yet.
You know, we're sitting here...
...you and I, like a couple of regular fellows.
You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do.
And now that we've been face to face...
...if I'm there and I gotta put you away, I won't like it.
But I'll tell you...
...if it's between you and some poor bastard...
...whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow...
...brother, you are going down.
There's a flip side to that coin.
What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down?
Because no matter what, you will not get in my way.
We've been face to face, yeah...
...but I will not hesitate. Not for a second.
Maybe that's the way it'll be.
Or who knows?
Or maybe we'll never see each other again.
They dumped us.
What?
-They dumped us. -What do you mean, they dumped us?
Chris slipped his tail.
He doesn't talk about scores with Charlene...
...so there's nothing for me to get from Marciano. I tried.
-What about Cheritto? Same.
Transponders got put on a bus to San Clemente.
-They dumped all our surveillance? -Yeah, at the same time. Nine p.m.
I had coffee with McCauley half an hour ago!
We were on you. Then McCauley drives into LAX...
...where surveillance can't fly over because of flight paths.
His car's still there. He's gone.
Does anybody have any idea where the fuck these people are?
You hear from him yet?
Not a thing. And not hearing bothers me more. Where's this guy?
This guy here. We put him on. Says he knows McCauley.
Who are you?
Waingro. My name's Waingro.
I've been living in this office day and night. How well do you know him?
Oh, we took some major scores together.
How come I haven't heard from him?
Well, he's probably busy right now, but he's real thorough.
-He ain't gonna forget about you. -Oh, that's reassuring.
Well, I got some moves I could make here.
Probably be a big help to you.
You recognize the grill man?
-No. -Folsom. D-block. Housed with Dobie Rush.
-Ain't got my break yet, man. -Cisco and Pancho didn't show.
Haul out the garbage. Mop up the back.
Take your break later.
Piece of shit. Pick up.
Where the hell is he?
-I wanted to check the slot for a work car. -So did I.
Yeah?
Hang on.
-Yeah. -Hey.
Use a landline. Call me at 103-7206.
All right.
-Where are you? -There's cops all over me, man.
They're on me like a cheap suit. I can't dump them.
-After the fact you spotted them? -No, no. They're doing parallels.
I can try to dump them again.
How are we gonna know if you did? If you didn't, you'll draw them to us.
Head for Ventura. Pull them out of here.
All right. Hey, I'm sorry, man. Last thing I wanna do is let you down.
Come on, man.
Pick up.
-Hey, hey, Neil, man. What up? -What's up, brother?
Man, what you doing here?
What I am doing is I'm looking for a driver who can handle scanners and a radio.
Right now, today. You remember the drill?
-Yeah, man, sure. -You cool?
Oh, man, now, you know I'm cool.
One answer, yes or no. Right now.
Yeah, man. Fuck, yeah. You're on.
Out back in five.
-What's burning? What's burning? CHEF: Nothing I'm doing.
What is this?
Where do you think you're going?
Just came across a first edition of Kandinsky's Theory of Color.
Yeah. No, it's in good condition.
And it will not stop or answer radio communication.
The 180-foot vessel is called Jin Yin Number 1...
...and is suspected of smuggling Chinese illegal aliens.
It was spotted Saturday by patrol aircraft.
Stay down. Don't move! Don't fucking move!
Put your hands in the air! Put your hands in the air! Put them up!
Down, down! Get on your knees.
Give me the keys. Get on your knees.
Get on your knees!
Hey. Hey! Get over there. Get the fuck-- Get down.
Turn around! Put your hands behind you. Behind you!
Get down! Stay down!
Get down! Get down! Down, you stupid son of a--
Down! Down, now! Keys! Keys! Keys!
All of you stay down.
We want to hurt no one. We're here for the bank's money, not your money.
Your money's insured. You're not gonna lose a dime.
Think of your families. Don't risk your life. Don't try and be a hero.
Right now I want you to sit on the floor and put your hands on your head.
Anybody feels sick, anybody got heart trouble, go ahead and lean against the wall.
-Give me the key. -What key?
Get down and stay down!
Sit there. Sit there. Don't move. Let it bleed.
Get down!
Hey. Hey!
Put your head down.
-Look at me again, I'll kill you. Stay down. Down.
Put your head down! Get down. Get down.
-Hey, Casals. -Yeah.
You guys working a case on a Neil McCauley?
This Cl, Hugh Benny, called in about a bank they're looking at or something.
Vincent.
Far East National Bank, 11:30!
I want a block at Figueroa and 5th...
...and I want a block northbound Flower at 6th.
They're already coming out.
Okay, we're gonna have to take them in the car. Wait till they are all in.
Get clean shots. Watch your background.
Police! Move! What's going on?
Move. Move. Get down.
Look out.
Move it, come on. L.A.P.D. Get down.
Move it. Down, down, down.
We did it, right, Neil? Huh?
-Move! -Aah!
Get down.
Fuck. Fuck! -Start the car!
Go! Go! Go!
DON: Son of a bitch! Go, go!
Go!
Come on. Come on. Ugh!
Get him out of here.
Get down! Now!
Shit.
Out of the way! Down! Out of the way! Get them down! Now, now!
No, out of the way. Out of the way.
Mommy? Mommy!
Come here, honey.
Come on, honey.
I got you. It's okay now.
Tragedy in a Southland neighborhood today. A bank robbery spilled out into the street.
Claudia Newman, live on the scene. She has the latest. Claudia?
This afternoon, this neighborhood was terrorized by a bank holdup gone wrong.
With the streets full of mid-day shoppers and kids, police and armed robbers....
-Excuse me, bartender? BARTENDER: One minute, lady.
--robbery, pursuit and, finally, death.
A Los Angeles neighborhood is shaken by a bank robbery...
...that ended in homicide and terror.
One suspect, Michael Cheritto, is one of four men involved in the foiled robbery.
-He died at the scene. BARTENDER: What can I get you, miss?
Also fatally wounded, suspect Donald Breedan....
Miss?
--during the extensive gunfire between police and suspects.
-Ugh. Unh! -All right, hold him. Hold him.
-All right. All right. -It's all right.
So? BOB: Well, he's got blood loss and shock.
I'm gonna give you quarter-grain morphine for the pain. Subcutaneous injection.
Bottom line.
It's mostly tissue damage, which is good, but his, uh, clavicle's fractured.
-Can he rest for a while? -Six, seven hours.
-That's it? -That's it.
-Take off your shirt. -What?
Take off your shirt.
My-- Look, my daughter gave it to me for Father's Day.
I don't give a shit who gave it to you. Take it off.
Chris. Hey.
-Chris, listen to me. -Mm.
Nate's gonna pick you up. He's gonna take you to his place.
-Where's Charlene? -We gotta get out of here.
We're all over the 6:00 news.
-We gotta get out of here. -I'm not going without her.
Think about that. I will meet you at Nate's.
Where are you going?
I gotta find out if our out got spilled along with every other damn thing.
Who did it?
Who wasn't there?
Trejo.
I'll see you at Nate's.
Yeah.
Yeah. You still want me?
You come down here right now and you get me. Dominick and me. Okay?
Okay, baby, okay. I'll be there in two hours, all right?
-Okay? -All right.
Goddamn you, Chris. Goddamn you.
-You're on a plane for Los Angeles. -Great.
Why'd you do it? What happened?
-They made me. -Who?
Where's Anna?
She's dead.
So is Michael and Breedan, the guy who stood in for you.
-Who did it? Who did it? -They had Anna, man.
Who had her?
Waingro.
On his own?
-For someone. -Who?
The other he worked for.
Zant.
-Van Zant? -Yeah.
Van Zant.
-Are you sure? -Van Zant.
Did you say anything about how we're getting out?
-I don't think so, Neil. -Come on.
I don't remember, Neil.
-I'll call a medic. -I'm not gonna make it.
I can't feel nothing.
My Anna's gone.
She's gone.
Don't leave me like this, Neil. Please, holmes.
Don't leave me like this.
-Yeah? -Nate.
You on a cellular? Use a hard line.
It's a new one.
The guy lives on Hillside Terrace, Encino.
-10725. 10725, okay.
-Chris? -He's with me, at my place.
Next, Waingro, okay?
You got the time?
I'll make time, and I need a new out laid on.
How do you know it's blown?
How can I trust it?
Okay, you got it.
Stay healthy.
Charlene Shiherlis.
Drucker's got a safe house in Venice to stash her in.
Our Neil's transportation. When we're done here, get on the phone.
Somewhere, someone's trying to put it together for him.
You don't believe McCauley already had a getaway?
Sure he did. Now he needs another one. Would you trust yours after this afternoon?
This rat motherfucker, where did we get him?
He's a Cl for a burglary cop. Called in the tip on the bank.
On Neil McCauley, how much time we got?
Eight, 10 hours for him to set up a new out. After that, he's gone.
Bye-bye. Bam.
You ratted McCauley to us. How'd you know? Who told you?
Who told you, you rat motherfucker?
Who?
Connelly back in for Murphy. Murphy with Leggat right there with him.
Murphy tees it up behind the net....
--Miller out front. Now here's Murphy with the referee....
Waingro, where is he?
-Where is he? -How the hell would I know?
Well, what do we have here, hmm?
Isn't this pretty? It's pretty. Aah!
-You slimy piece of shit. -You told me you wanted out from under.
You're scared to death, right? You want out? This is out, Charlene.
-Yeah, what's your end? -I-- You stupid broad.
-How'd I get into this? -Hey, hey, hey. Easy.
-Huh? -You heard me.
She had a rough ride. Why don't you fix her a drink or something?
-Look in the cabinet above the sink. -Fuck her.
-You'd better get in there and stay in there. -All right, all right.
Well, lookie here.
My name is Sergeant Drucker, L.A.P.D. Homicide.
-You wanna put Dominick in the bedroom? -He stays with me.
There we go.
So, what now?
Well, he's right, because you want out, this is out.
-You believe you have to betray Chris. -No shit.
That's right. You would have to.
See, if you don't betray Chris, you victimize Dominick.
Because he becomes an orphan when you go to prison as an accessory...
...because you got no living parents to take him.
So he ends up state-raised in foster homes, juvenile facilities.
Then he steals a car.
Then he winds up in gladiator academies like Chino and Tracy.
Fucked for life.
You know what happens, because you've been there.
Dominick didn't get a chance yet to choose his life, but Chris did.
If you give up Chris, you get off clean.
You can do it for your kid, so you can raise him.
-What else are you selling? -All kinds of shit.
But I don't have to sell this and you know it, because this kind of shit here sells itself.
Okay, Danny, here's an update.
-Drucker's on Line 2. -Lieutenant, hold on for a second.
Lieutenant, I have Drucker on the other line.
Oh, well, conference him in.
-Go ahead. -Vincent, it's me.
I want an answer. What's it gonna be?
We're set here. She'll make the call.
Okay, that's good. Here's the deal here.
Hugh Benny has reformed his wayward life and become a born-again good citizen.
Apparently, Neil got sold out to us by this cowboy named Waingro.
Waingro used to be a part of Neil's crew...
...then he went to work for a money launderer named Van Zant.
Units are at Van Zant's house as we speak because he got shot dead earlier tonight.
Now, if Neil goes after anybody else, it's gonna be Waingro.
Waingro just got himself a suite at the airport Marquis...
...under the name "Jameson." He's there now.
I want you to get that to bail bondsmen, bookies...
...assignment officers and snitches in County.
Anyone you can think of who'll put it on the street.
Deploy a team at the hotel and personally check their coms every 30 minutes.
Because maybe Neil will go for him. Okay? How you feeling?
-Banged up, but I'll live. -Okay.
He's here.
Neil is still here.
I can feel it.
-But for how long? -Uh....
Seven, eight hours, max.
What did you do?
-That was you? -It's what I don't do, I don't sell metal.
Would have been okay, you fly out after. Now it's jammed.
-Now we gotta go together. -Those other people were with you?
My friend, Michael...
...he knew the risks. He didn't have to be there.
It rains, you get wet.
Get packed and let's go.
Eady.
Why did you do this to me?
Who are you?
It's gonna be all right. You understand? It'll be all right.
It's gonna be all right.
Right.
There's this Camaro at this address, Level D, Slot 18.
Here's some cash.
When's it over?
Twenty-two hours from now.
-Then we get out of here clean. -When will you let me leave?
Go now. You want out? There's the door.
Will you let me leave later?
It will be different.
Do you understand?
It's ready.
Vincent.
This is my friend Ralph.
You didn't tell me you were....
-Oh, my God. -Where's Lauren?
-She's at Lisa-Beth's. -Look, this has nothing to do with me.
-I didn't know. I'm terribly sorry. -What are you sorry about? Sit down.
Don't you even get angry?
-I'm angry, yeah. -Oh.
I'm very angry, Ralph.
You know, you can ball my wife if she wants you to.
You can lounge around here on her sofa.
In her ex-husband's...
...dead-tech, post-modernistic, bullshit house, if you want to...
...but you do not get to watch my fucking television set!
For God's sake.
Put the television set down.
-I never cheated on you, bitch. -Maybe you should have.
-I should have? -In a way, you're a party to this.
Oh, yeah. I made Ralph fuck you because it makes me feel good.
Our situation is absurd.
-Look, maybe I should-- -Shut up, Ralph. Sit down!
Why is it that I have to figure things out and explain them to you? What do you do?
-I say what I mean, and I do what I say. -Mm, how admirable.
-You bet. -Except none of it's about us.
No.
I may be stoned on grass and Prozac...
...but you've been walking through our life dead.
Now I have to demean myself with Ralph just to get closure with you.
Passports, traveler's checks, plastic.
The plane, charter terminal, LAX, Hangar 17.
Call letters are 1011 Sierra.
Touches down, holds for you five minutes, then splits.
The plane will stand an FAA check. Filed a flight plan, the works.
-Hey, where's Chris? -He's gone.
What?
Said he's going on his own. Went to look for Charlene.
-Didn't you bring him here? -Yeah, I brought him here.
What happened?
It's a free country, brother.
Check in with me at 9. Everything's still cool.
All right.
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.
I know life is short.
Whatever time you get is luck.
You wanna walk?
You walk right now.
Or on your own....
On your own, you choose to come with me.
All I know is....
All I know is there's no point in me going anywhere anymore...
...if it's gonna be alone...
...without you.
Eady.
-Yeah. -Yeah, Vincent, I got a live one.
Okay, I'll hold.
Come on, sugar. Show yourself.
-Yeah, do it. -Shut up!
Now, just one second at the window...
...and it's all over.
Hey, man.
-Yeah? -You know any, uh...
...place to rent around here?
Yeah.
Alberiz's Grocer on Dell Avenue got cards on the wall.
Yeah, thanks.
It's not him. It's not Chris.
Unit 2, this is Command.
Take him at the street and check him out.
10-4.
-Sergeant? -Yeah.
This guy's John Peterson. Valid lD.
Car's registered to the last name Bukowski, first name Gene.
Ran it to DMV. It's clean.
-Let him go. -Roger.
Thank you very much. Have a good evening.
It's a no-go, Vince.
Would you like a cup of coffee while we wait, Mrs. Shiherlis?
Yeah, that'd be nice.
-Yeah? -Yeah, what do you got?
Nothing's happening.
-Yeah? -Hello, it's Vincent.
What do you got?
Nothing's going on. Waingro went for ice. That's it.
You know what?
Neil is gone.
Bam!
-Flying like a bird. -Come on, Vincent, how do you know?
-We still got bait. Maybe some time! -Got, got. What do we got?
What do we got?
Bon voyage, motherfucker.
You were good.
I'm going to the hotel.
I'm gonna take a shower.
Gonna sleep for a month.
Over here.
Come on, baby.
Okay, okay.
Shit.
Let me tighten this.
What a fucking waste.
Okay, here.
Assholes shoot themselves all fucking day. Not you, baby. Not you.
Where would she be? Her name is Lauren, Lauren Gustafson.
I'm supposed to be here with her. But the police--
-Help me. I need somebody to help-- -It's okay.
I got you.
I got you, baby.
It'll be all right, honey. I swear. It's okay, baby.
Let's get a doctor! Let's go! A doctor here! There's your mama.
-Let's just calm down. -Your mama's here.
-Is she on any drugs? -No.
I want you to get a trauma surgeon and a vascular surgeon.
I think she cut both arteries. Also, I could hardly feel her pulse.
Her pressure's down. So is her respiration. You have to intubate her.
It's ready. -Oh--
-When's the last time anybody saw her? -I don't know.
-Where did you find her? -The bathtub.
Call Respiratory stat. Give her large-bore normal saline. Wide open.
Let's keep pressure on those bleeders. I need two units, O-negative.
-Let's type and cross her for six. NURSE: Looks like she's in sinus tach.
Where is Respiratory? We need more help.
Can you have Respiratory come now?
Let's have X-ray ready for post-intubation chest x-ray.
Hi. Your daughter's out of surgery and she's in the recovery room now, okay?
Her vital signs are stable. The surgeon will be out to speak to you in a few moments.
-She's okay? -She's doing good.
-She's gonna be okay. She's gonna be okay.
-Oh, my baby. -She's gonna be okay. It's all right.
-It's all right. -Why'd she do this to herself? Why?
Look what she did. Look what she did to herself.
There.
It's all right, honey. It's gonna be all right.
I'm here. I ain't going anywhere.
-You understand? -Yeah.
I ain't going anywhere.
-Yeah? -It's me.
Plane's in the air now. It'll be right on time.
On the driver's end, I still can't find nobody, so that's in the trust.
One other thing.
You asked, so I gotta tell you.
The guy you wanted checked into the Marquis under "Jameson"...
...if you still give a shit, which I figured you wouldn't.
-You figured right. -So, so long, brother.
You take it easy.
You're home free.
Take it easy.
-What is it? -Nothing.
Home free.
-I gotta take care of something. -Is there time?
There's time.
I'll be right back. Just leave her running.
-Registration. -Yeah, this is Room Service.
A Jameson ordered a BLT. They screwed up his room number. Could you give it to me?
-They're always doing that. -Yeah, I know.
-1735. -Thank you.
Your attention, please.
We are currently experiencing a fire alarm.
Please do not panic. Please do not take the elevators.
Shit. -Waingro's not moving. I'm staying here.
I'm checking the stairs. If there's smoke, I'm pulling you out.
What about her dad? You want me to call him?
He's somewhere in the Sierras.
And she chose you.
She picked your place.
It's not right, what happened to her.
No, it's not.
Ugh, okay.
Is there any way...
...that it could work out between us?
I wish I could say yes, you know.
But in the end....
You know, it's like you said:
All I am, is what I'm going after.
I'm not what you want, Justine.
Well, go on, if you have to.
No.
-I'll stay. -No, I'm okay. I can-- I can handle this.
Just be careful.
Call me here. Let me know you're okay.
Okay?
Take the stairs.
Yeah?
Security. There's a fire on 3. We have to evacuate all the floors.
I can't leave here.
Why don't we just talk about this a bit, huh, brother?
He's here on 17.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.
L.A.P.D. Don't move. Put your hands on your head, now.
Switch me to TAC 5.
Casals? JJ?
Drucker, JJ?
I'm at the lobby level by the stairwell.
What have you got?
Teams are moving up the other elevators to the 17th floor elevators.
All out of commission because of the fire alarm.
-It's a mess. People everywhere. -Fine. 10-4.
Let's go, get out of the way.
Stay out of the way.
Let's go. Go that way. We gotta go, all right? Go, go.
I got it, sir.
Come on, come on.
Come on, sir.
Watch your backs, ladies. I got it, I got it.
Keep moving, ma'am.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
This way, ma'am.
Get back, get back.
-Let me have that shotgun. -Yes, sir.
Told you I'm never going back.
Yeah.