- Hi, there! - Hi!
I'm sorry!
Law school's like poker. You have to bluff.
He's got nothing!
Why didn't I stay in? I knew you were bluffing.
- I gotta get to the garage in two hours. - Why do that job? You do OK off us.
I wish. But with no allowance or trust fund, this won't pay the bills.
- You know, I am never this lucky. - You're always this lucky!
Farrow, you doing anything this weekend?
- I have a moot court brief to prepare. - Did I ask?
I got a car, needs to get to Atlantic City. You interested?
- How much? - A man after my own heart.
Mr Jordan's expecting his car tomorrow morning by 10 a.m.
You got plenty of time, so act responsibly.
- How you gonna act? - Responsibly.
You bet your ass. And listen, stay away from them casinos.
You college guys think you can play poker,
but the Atlantic City sharpies will have the skin off your back.
Here's 200 in cash to pay for your gas and your way back home.
- The rest is yours. - Yeah. The more I burn, the less I earn.
You learn quick. You're gonna be a rich lawyer some day.
Sure!
- What will this baby do? 130? - 140.
Try 150.
You're drooling on my finish.
- Your finish? - That's right.
- Where did you get it? - How do I get anything?
- Lie? Cheat? - Steal?
- He got it from the garage. - Is this the face of a bullshitter?
Yes!
No!
Well, guys, don't work too hard this weekend.
Take care, guy. Bye!
God, I am so shallow!
All right! I can see you!
I knew this was too good to be true... Shit!
- It's gotta be the injection pump. - I'll have to pull it apart.
- It's gonna cost you overtime. - I know, I'm in the trade.
OK. See you at six?
- Yeah, OK. - Thanks.
- You call a cab? - Yes.
- Know where I can get a decent meal? - I know a place.
- You're from out of town? - Yeah, Boston.
- Where you heading? - Atlantic City.
- Atlantic City? - Yeah.
- You a gambler, man? - Life is a gamble, man.
- Ain't that the truth. - It really is.
Listen, I have a better place. Real nice.
A little way off, but worth the drive.
- Yeah? I can trust you? - Yeah, man.
Yeah, man!
All right, go for it.
- Well, here we are. - This is it?
Have a little faith, man!
- Here's 20. Keep the change. - Thanks.
- Wait, I have to come with you. - OK.
- They're still fixing up the outside? - Yeah, man.
- Gotta show a little ivory. - Yeah?
Hey, there... Hi, there... Ho, there...
How are you? Charlie here. The food must be really good.
- Hey, Maurice. - How you doin'?
- I got a customer for you. - OK.
- May I help you, sir? - Yeah. I'm starving.
Be right with you.
The guy's on his way to Atlantic City.
I picked him up at Tally's Garage.
Got a dead car... Porsche.
- I'll be back for you at 5.30. - Yeah, man!
- Cool. - Right this way, sir.
I guess I'm early.
Holy shit!
Right, I'm so sorry! Forgive me.
- Thank you, sir, and good luck. - Thank you.
All right, here we go!
- OK, let's go. - Set 'em down here...
- Finished for the day? - I wish.
- I'm sorry, go ahead. - Thank you.
God, you're beautiful!
Sorry, it just kind of slipped out.
I didn't think you gave it a whole lot of thought.
Which is what made it so incredibly sincere.
She digs me!
Nice try, kid.
- What are you looking at? - Nothing.
Nothing.
Let's just keep it that way.
He digs me for sure.
So, what's your pleasure, sir? Craps, roulette, blackjack...
You wouldn't have a poker game going, would you?
Three tens.
You're on a run, Denny.
- Can this gentleman join your game? - Sure.
Hi, I'm Charlie.
- That's Hal, Bob... - Hi, Charlie.
...Barbara, and Denny.
Denny.
Dollar ante, straight poker, nothing wild,
anything opens, $100 limit. Any questions?
Three jacks.
- Your fourth pot in 20 minutes. - Incredible.
- I'm never this lucky, honest. - Sure.
Thank you.
What does it take?
What does it take to get a decent hand?
- Do you mind? - Not a bit.
Excuse me...
I think the lady would appreciate it if you would remove your hands.
How would you know what the lady appreciates?
She looks pretty tough to me. I wouldn't mess with her.
Oh, yeah? How about you, sport?
Are you tough? Just how tough are you?
Me?
Not very... She definitely could beat me up.
That's very funny.
Let's play cards.
- Read 'em and weep. - Straight, jack high.
Thought you had a full house.
Flush. Queen high.
New deck!
- Cool it. - Cool? Shove an ice cube up your ass.
I'm dealing. Any objections?
- Deuce is wild. - The rule was nothing wild.
- I changed the rule, all right? - OK.
- I'm out. - I got nothin'.
- Yeah, I'm out too. - No, you're in.
- You and me, buddy. This hand. - OK.
- How many you want? - None.
- One? - I said none.
I heard you say one. You guys heard that.
This is a new game, right? Gestapo poker?
OK. One it is.
I bet it all. Eight hundred and forty bucks.
What are the chances of me folding?
Thought so.
OK. I'll see the bet.
Full house. Jacks over fours. Beat that, smart ass!
Three sixes. Not good enough.
- Four sixes. Deuce is wild. - I know!
Deal me out. I'll be right back. You... stay put.
OK.
Get out while you got the chance. He can get real crazy.
You mean he's not always this nice?
You think you're smart, but you don't know what you're getting into.
Yeah, OK.
I gotta go anyway.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Gentlemen... Ladies... - Bye.
Good luck.
One thousand, and... thirty-five dollars.
- Great, thank you very much. - My pleasure.
Have a good day.
- Getting some chips? - I have a cab waiting.
No way! You gotta be a sport, like me.
- I let you win, give me a chance. - Another time.
I'm talking to you!
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose...
- Are you callin' me a loser? - Nobody's calling you a loser.
I respect you. It's poker, nothing personal.
I have no desire to rub your nose in defeat, OK?
Wrong choice of words! What I meant to say was...
Let go of my arm!
I think I should warn you, I was in my high school boxing team.
- Let's see your stuff. Get up! - Stop!
You stay outta this. Come on!
All right, come on... You're dead, pal.
Come on!
I think he's dead.
No... No, he can't be!
Better run, Charlie.
I never touched him.
OK, call an ambulance.
- Why isn't anybody doing anything? - You poor bastard!
- You picked the wrong guy. - I didn't pick anybody.
He picked me. Look, there are witnesses...
- What are you doing? - Talk to Mr Halloran.
Who is Halloran? Will you call the cops!
- Sorry, I'm upset... - Get him out.
Call the police!
Drive!
- Hey! What you doin', man? - I gotta get out!
Hurry up!
- What the hell?! - Get the car, idiot!
What's going on?
This guy, Denny, we got into a fight.
- Denny Halloran? - Yeah, he's dead.
- You killed Denny Halloran? - No, I didn't! It was an accident!
Oh, man!
What are you doing? Take me to the cops!
- Screw them, don't mess with nobody. - Why?
Get down, get your ass down!
- What is this about? - You're in deep shit.
Screw that... I'm in deep shit. Get outta here!
- Why am I in deep shit? - Why?
- Kill Halloran's son, he'll kill you. - Who's Halloran?
Halloran owns that place, the whole town.
Wait! Wait!
Wait!
Hey, you got the keys?
- That's him there. - Cut him off.
- Hey, kid! We just wanna talk. - Wait up.
- Hey, relax! - Idiot!
He's gone!
Here comes Lucky!
It's a good start and they're off.
As they go away from the gate...
And on the outside, Lady Lulu is third.
Coming round the turn, it's Lady Lulu flying along the outside.
Lady Lulu is gaining, Lady Lulu is back on the inside...
- Go! Go! - And it's Lady Lulu!
Damn!
Ladies and gentlemen, please hold all tickets
until results are confirmed...
The Chief's here.
Matt... We gotta talk.
I wanna tell you how sorry I am about what happened.
Denny was...
He was a great kid...
He was spoiled rotten.
Spoiled rotten and he never knew when to quit.
But I want the prick who killed him!
I hear you're offering 50 grand for anybody who brings the kid in alive.
You never had a problem in this town, not with me, not with my men,
not one problem since I've been Chief.
But this has got to be done by the book,
or it could pull us all down.
- So, I'm sorry but I can't allow you... - Can't allow me?
- You can't allow me? - Matt, you don't own this town!
You do business here, but you don't own it.
You've got a nice life, Chief.
Nice job, nice salary...
And you got a real nice son. Basketball player, isn't he?
Gets out of practice right about this time.
I don't believe this! Matt, are you threatening me?
I appreciate your dropping by, Chief.
But I'd like to be alone now.
We just got a report on the suspect. He's a law student.
- Law student? - Yeah.
- Any priors? - None.
He shouldn't be too much trouble.
- What did Halloran have to say? - Nothing. I didn't...
He didn't say anything. He was too upset.
Must be tough, losing a fine, upstanding kid like Denny!
Back off, Halsey!
It's still his son.
No doubt about it, sir!
- What's wrong? - The way everybody describes this fight.
I figured this kid had to be big, rough...
- I mean, he killed Denny Halloran. - And?
Look at this. He's 5' 10", 150, no record.
- It doesn't make any sense. - Does it ever?
No, no!
No, this is a very delicate matter, possibly involving organised crime.
So I have to insist you connect me to the Chief of Police.
Thank you.
- I gotta use the phone. - OK.
OK, come on!
- Hello? Is this the Chief? - Yeah, Chief Travers.
OK. My name's Charles Farrow, and earlier tonight
I was attacked by this guy, Denny Halloran.
He slipped, and he hit his head, and he died.
It was a total accident but this guy's father is some lunatic.
- He's got guys with guns after me! - Where exactly are you?
I'm in the phone booth on the corner of...
- Where am I? - 7th and Lincoln.
- Are you armed?
No!
- Stay right there. - OK.
Come on!
Thank you for being so patient!
- Jesus! - Get in the car!
- Figure that's him? - Must be. Those are Halloran's guys.
Everyone is in on this!
- Poor bastard! - Yeah...
Lucky bastards who caught him, though. They're 50 grand richer.
- Jesus! - What?
It's him, the kid!
They got the wrong guy!
- What are you doing? - Sending you to the Bahamas.
No, we'd never get away with it. I don't know...
Well, I do! So shut up and drive around the block.
We'll wait till he comes out and grab him.
And an hour later, we'll be sitting on a year's pay - each!
You got a problem with that?
I didn't think so.
Can I get change for a dollar?
- You know where the phone is? - Next to the men's room.
- Where's the men's room? - In the back.
It's Halloran's guys.
Well, that's it. We're screwed, right?
Get around back. Come on, Smithy!
Brett? You gotta get down here.
A place called Sawtucket, the Kingpin Bowling Alley.
- Wait! Sawtucket... - Please deposit 50 cents...
The Kingpin Bowling Alley. Got that?
Get a car. If you hop you can be here by 11.
- Hello? - Brett?
Charlie?
He got it.
He got it. He got it...
In the back.
He made assholes out of us, that shit.
- So I'm gonna blow his... - Alive! You got that?
I'm talkin' strictly kneecaps here.
OK... Now, calm down...
Help is on the way...
We're outta here.
Oh, shit!
You OK?
Strike!
Damn it!
Sammy!
Shit!
Come 'ere, Junior.
Car 17, come in. 17, respond immediately.
All cars: Anyone seen O'Rourke and Smithy?
- Am I under arrest? - Shut up!
Gentlemen, the best thing would be to take me in immediately.
- No arguments. - Good, we'll do that.
I wanna waive my rights to an attorney and give you a statement right now.
All right, I'm willing to plead guilty to a number of misdemeanours.
Great... Good guy.
There's no way you can get away with this.
I'm not saying you're doing anything, OK? Hypothetically speaking,
there would definitely be an investigation.
I can't believe we can't work something out.
- I think we can work something out. - OK, there you go. It's a start.
44, 45,
46, 47,
- 48, 49, 50. - We're in business.
If you'd got out of my way, we'd be collecting this.
- Shut up! - He's all yours.
Smithy.
I took care of Denny Halloran since he was a kid. I liked him.
- Know what that means? - It means you got seriously bad taste.
It means I take care of you personally.
O'Rourke! Smithy!
Why have you been off the radio for 45 minutes?
It's Halsey!
We were away from the car. We thought we saw the suspect.
- Is he with us? - Are you kidding?
Halsey thinks he's Wyatt Earp.
You'd better call in!
Sure, Sarge!
It's the suspect! He's got a gun!
Smithy, get the lights!
- Halloran wants him alive! - I need him dead!
Let's get outta here!
You killed him!
Come on, let's go.
Get in the car, Smithy.
Get in the car!
Come on!
- This is Car 17. - Car 17, long time no hear.
What are you gonna say?
Car 17. We have an officer down. Request immediate back-up.
- Suspect is wanted in the Halloran murder. - No!
Last seen heading west in a hijacked police vehicle.
- Roger, 17. - You killed Halsey. Leave me outta this!
Understand one thing. We're locked.
I go down, you go down.
You understand me?
Come on!
- He's a kid, and you lost him? - No, we didn't. We didn't.
The cops had him at that point. They lost him.
- We still have the money. - I don't want the money. Or excuses.
I want that kid! Get out there and find him!
- Chief! - All right.
- Chief... - No, I'll call his wife.
I went back to the Smokehouse to do some follow-ups.
- Nobody's story checks out. - Martins...
- The waiter says the kid slugged Danny. - Martins!
- Another waiter swears... - Halsey's dead.
What?!
O'Rourke and Smithy were tracking the kid,
Halsey got to the scene,
and the kid pulled a gun.
Jesus, oh, Jesus!
Where did that kid get a gun?
Who gives a shit? Halsey's dead!
If you'd been on the street, instead of doing this,
he might still be alive!
Get back out there.
Take this kid down.
Reports are coming in on the death of a policeman.
Police were attempting to arrest Charles Farrow.
- My career's ruined! - Farrow is armed and dangerous.
That's it! I'll have to teach!
This just gets better and better!
They didn't see me.
They saw me!
- Karen, hi! - Hi!
- I gotta go, Bill. - Is everything all right?
- Everything's fine. See you around. - OK.
It's him! That's him!
That's the guy on TV! Get me security.
- That's the cop-killer! - Freeze, asshole!
You stupid shit! You could've killed me with this.
- Please don't shoot! - Farrow!
He's here. I want back-up now!
Cease fire! You're gonna hit somebody.
Cease fire!
Cover all the exits. Shut the place down.
Attention! The mall is closing.
Please use the main exit. All side exits are closed.
Cover the exits.
Excuse me.
There is no danger. Proceed to the exit in orderly fashion.
- Sorry, folks, this exit's closed. - There is no danger...
Folks, you have to go back the other end. Sorry!
Bomb! He's got a bomb!
Run!
He's got a bomb!
Secure the parking area. Search all cars.
- Watch it! You hit my car! - Sorry!
- I need your help. - I can't!
Why? You know I'm innocent.
- Look, just take the car. - They're checking all the cars.
- If they see you, I'm screwed. - Make sure they don't.
- No, please! - You gotta help me.
The line's moving. Get ready to go.
- This isn't gonna work. - It had better!
Evening, ma'am.
Just be a second.
Move it out.
- Where do you live? - No, no way.
- Yes, yes way! - If you let me go, I won't tell anybody.
You didn't kill Denny. You probably didn't mean to kill the cop.
I didn't kill any cop. He was shot by another cop!
- Another cop? - Yeah.
Half the cops in town are on the take. You know, you work for Halloran.
- I do my job and keep my mouth shut. - Exactly.
So why am I in this shit? Because everybody kept their mouth shut.
You know what happened. You know what they're gonna do to me.
Hey, fella, you're friendly!
He must be from out of town.
You make clothes? Is this a hobby?
This isn't a date. You don't have to make small-talk.
- Can I use the phone? - Sure, make yourself at home!
- Can I have the number for the FBI? - The FBI? Great!
I gotta tell somebody.
You tell somebody, they tell everybody. What happens to me?
Don't you get it? I live here. I can't run. I got nowhere else to go.
As long as you help me, I won't say anything about you, OK?
Put the gun away. You don't look like you know how to use it.
- Good. Now it can only hurt one of us. - OK.
I'm reporting a felony. I need to speak to the senior agent on duty.
I need a beer. You want one?
Yeah, thanks.
Yes... My name is Charles Farrow, and I'm calling from Sawtucket.
- Can you tell me your exact location? - No, I'm sorry, I can't.
- How can I help you? - OK, there's this guy, Matt Halloran.
He has a son named Denny, and we were in this sort of...
Karen?
We were in a fight. No, it was an accident, and we...
Listen, I'm gonna call you back.
Karen?
Karen!
Wait!
- Come on, calm down! - Get off me!
What are you doing? Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm sorry!
Karen...
I don't wanna get you in trouble, believe me.
- What do you care if I believe you? - I care.
You got the gun.
Look, this is crazy. Let's work something out.
Let me call the FBI, get cleaned up, then I'll leave.
I'm asking. Not demanding.
- OK. One call, then you're outta here. - All right.
- Can I have a beer? - You're pushing it.
Thanks again. That's great work.
Wrap it up! The kid got out.
Just called the FBI. They got a partial trace, west side of town.
OK, let's go. Move it!
Yeah?
- You decent? - Almost!
Can I come in?
OK.
Look, Charlie...
I just want you to know, I'm on your side.
It's just... I've been used to looking out for myself.
I'm sorry.
- It's just the drier. - Yeah!
Cops are checking every house with a 657 prefix.
Get everybody we got on it. Take him from the cops if you have to.
This... This could bring down an awful lot of heat.
I don't care what it takes.
So, in addition to the assault and attempted murder... get this!
I was kidnapped by two cops, who were bribed to give me to Halloran.
I know it's incredible! This place'll keep you busy for the next 25 years.
Sure, OK.
He put me on hold. He wants to check if it's in their jurisdiction.
- Shit! - What?
That was bullshit!
See, they... They kept me on the line so they can trace the call.
- Do you think they did? - I don't know.
Oh, God!
Hello, anybody there?
It's the police. Would you open up, please?
Go to the door, and talk to him.
- Good evening. How are you? - Fine.
Good. There's a fugitive in the area. Have you seen him?
No, I haven't.
- Anything suspicious? - No.
- Do you live alone? - No, I don't.
So this isn't your gun, then?
Yeah, that's my gun.
- That's a serious piece of fire-power. - I know how to use it.
- Do you mind? - Not at all.
You have a nice evening.
- I'm so tired of this shit! - It's OK, he's gone.
I hate this town!
Even in my own house, they think they can do what they want.
- You did good. - Thanks.
- Lieutenant, FBI. - Martins.
Yeah... Thanks.
We got him. They traced the call.
All cars proceed to 1746 Freemont Road.
Secure the perimeter. Do not, repeat not, use sirens or lights.
This is the Chief. Nobody makes a move,
until I get there.
Step on it. We gotta get to him before anybody else.
The FBI's sending down some of their boys.
Why would the Feds wanna get involved?
The kid said two of our men tried to sell him to Halloran.
Claims it was them who killed Halsey. What do you think about that?
Have you been talking to the Feds?
- No. - Keep it that way.
If we get any problems round here we'll look after it ourselves.
- Got that, Martins? - Yeah.
He may have a girl there, so don't take chances. Shoot on sight.
- Chief... - He's right.
We saw that little shit gun down Halsey. He's a goddamn maniac.
Me and Smithy wanna go in first, Chief.
OK?
- Fine with me. - OK.
You got a problem?
No.
There's nobody here.
Too bad. She might have told us something.
- You OK? - Yeah, just thinking.
What about?
What a lawyer's gonna cost to get me outta this mess.
Maybe we could tell the papers and the TV.
- I'd back you up. - Where did this come from?
You think I'm gonna go back to work again for Halloran?
As if nothing happened? I wanna do something!
- Me, too. I wanna get out. - But if we both told...
Guys like Halloran can get away with anything. That's life.
- We can't change it. - Because we're doing nothing about it.
You were pissed at me 'cause I kept my mouth shut.
This is different.
How's keeping your mouth shut any different from running away?
Suspect not at location, may be driving Suzuki,
licence number Peter David Zulu Five Seven Two.
He may have a hostage on board.
That was him.
Come on, pick it up!
- Cops? - I wish!
Hey! Where are you going?
The park is closed. You can't go in there!
- Get down! - I can't!
Where's the gun?
Closer, man!
Crazy!
Jesus! He's shooting back!
Go faster!
Faster!
- I can't see! - Hold on!
Look out!
Karen!
- Are you all right? - I don't know. Never been shot before.
- OK, we gotta get out of here. - I can't move my arm.
Put the clutch in! Come on!
Get ready to punch it. Pump the clutch!
Go! Go!
Shit!
The wheels are off the ground!
Four-wheel drive... OK, put the clutch in again.
Get ready to punch it. Punch it!
Jeez!
I'm fine. You can't stay here.
- OK. I'll be back. - Don't worry about me.
- Take care of yourself. - Take care.
Excuse me!
I'm sorry.
It's the guy in the news!
No!
Officer!
- A gunshot wound? - He's there!
Bingo! We got him!
Nail him, Smithy!
- Come on, Smithy! - I'm goin'!
Right here, right!
Turn left!
Son of a bitch!
- Where's Farrow? - Two cops chased him in there.
- Stay away! - All right, calm down!
- Lean on the car. - Please!
Please lean on the car!
I'll blow your head off!
No, please... Lean on the car.
Lean on it!
- Around the front. Push down. - I got it!
- That's it! - Put some weight on it.
- I'm putting weight on it! - Lean on the bumper!
- Do it! - I'm doing it!
Lean on that bumper!
It's just one of those nights!
And it's still early. Great.
Oh, my God!
Hold your fire!
Nobody fires except on my order.
Charles Farrow! Hold it right there.
Place your hands on your head. Get down on the pavement.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in court.
- You have the right to an attorney. - Oh, yeah!
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.
- I'll take him myself. - You don't mind if I ride with you?
No, I don't.
Where are we going? The station's back that way.
I'm not taking him to the station.
I'm taking him to the next county.
We're gonna turn him over to the FBI.
I've got reason to believe there's a...
...an element of corruption in my police force.
No kidding?!
- What's Travers doing? - He ain't going to Halloran's.
What is it?
I think it's the element of corruption you were talking about.
- Do you know who I am? - Halloran.
Mr Halloran.
Mr Halloran... Listen to me...
I didn't kill your son.
He fell, he hit his head. It was an accident.
- Is that right? - Yes.
- An accident? - Yes.
How about that?
Then, all this has just been a misunderstanding?
That's right.
Come on!
I can't believe there's not something we can work out here.
- What do you take me for? - Why won't you listen?
Because I don't talk to dead men.
Toss this piece of shit.
He didn't mention the money. Think he'd get mad if we asked?
You're Denny's buddy, maybe you should ask.
- Shut up or I'll throw you off the roof! - OK, we'll talk about it later!
Well, here we are at last... Take a look around.
Grab his legs.
No! NO!
What do you say, Marv? On three? One...
...two...
...three!
Sammy!
For Chrissake! Get off me!
Let go of my leg!
Sammy!
- Get 'im off! - I'm trying! Pull him up.
Pull him up?
Come on!
Get 'im off!
Marv!
Good.
What the hell's going on out there?
Hey, Sammy? Marv? What's happening?
Hey, you!
- He's headed into the stands. - Get after him.
Frank? The punk got away. He's loose in the building.
He's in the betting area. Get him!
He'll be in the bleachers.
Shit!
- I don't know where he went. - I do.
Shit!
What do you say? Think we can work something out?
No, I don't talk to dead men.
Holy shit!
Jesus!
You sure fucked with the wrong guy.