Come on. Let's go, guys. I'm missing the Oscars.
CALABRESE: Hey, Mikey, la luce, the light.
VALERO: Calabrese, nice to see you. CALABRESE: Nice to see you too.
VALERO: This is our friend i told you about.
STORM: Calabrese.
I know you.
Who are these other mystery guests?
CALABRESE: Murder is a very serious business, my friend.
And an expensive one.
TRENT: You'll be very well compensated, Mr. Calabrese.
Money now, and lots more when I get in that office.
You can take that to the bank.
CALABRESE: Slowly. Slowly.
And always with caution.
TRENT: Listen. I want you to turn Senator Caldwell into a memory.
I'm not waiting for him to die of natural causes.
CALABRESE: All i'm counseling is patience.
The man is public. He's in the papers every day.
TRENT: Next time l read about him, it better be the obituaries.
Who are you?
Get out of the shadows.
VALERO: Enough bullshit.
VALERO: Can you do this job or not? CALABRESE: It'll be taken care of.
TRENT: Gentlemen, enough bickering. This is business.
TRENT: I think we understand each other.
CALABRESE: Then let's just stick to business.
TRENT: It's a light plane.
TRENT: A Lear P-61 .
We want it to take off. We don't want it to land.
(NOISE)
TRENT: What the--
You told me this dock was clean.
Mikey. Quit pIaying with yourself back there.
CALABRESE: Get that bastard. TRENT: Let's get out of here.
I don't want him to get an hour older.
He won't, Mr. AssembIyman.
No kidding.
ANNOUNCER 1 [OVER TV]: And the winner is:
ANNOUNCER 2 [OVER TV]: Ben Kingsley for Gandhi.
Amigo, are you deaf?
QUENTERO: Storm on 3.
Thanks, Max.
QUENTERO: Axel, line 3.
Throwing away dimes now?
This doesn't go out. For your ears only.
What?
Calabrese. I got his ass on film.
You're full of shit.
Him and his pet cockroach, Valero. On film and audio, laying out a hit.
STORM [OVER PHONE]: Two guys I couldn't make. I think they'll come up on film.
I think this is the big one. Our own little Academy Award.
It's good. Ready?
-Shoot. -Listen, Carlito.
Nobody but us knows about this.
LADY: Thanks. STORM: You're welcome.
-How you doing tonight? -What can I do for you?
Got any champagne?
Right next to the caviar.
-That was funny. -Great.
In the big cooler back there.
How come you're not watching the Oscars tonight?
The Oscars?
Yeah, the Oscars.
I hate the Oscars.
You're not having a good time?
Who needs the goddamn movies?
COUNTERMAN: I got a show in here every night.
You got horror, sex...
...freaks, violence.
And I don't got to pay no 4 bucks.
You should film it. Get your own show.
I'll be great in a porno.
Better dial 91 1 .
PUNK 1 : You don't want to call 91 1 .
Holy shit.
You remember me, viejo?
PUNK 1 : That's right.
You remember.
He grew some hair since we last seen him.
PUNK 1 : Not a lot.
Where's the rug?
You know what l want. Go ahead.
Move.
That's my money.
Take my life savings.
Where's a cop when you need one?
They're out eating doughnuts.
I got half a mind to bash your--
Now you only got half a mind.
PUNK 2: Take him out, man.
Let's go, hero.
PUNK 1 : That's it, right here. What are you grinning at?
You know...
...there's only four of you guys...
...and you onIy have one shot Ieft.
Go low, man.
Get the maricón, man.
PUNK 2: What are you doing on the ground?.
I'll cut your heart out.
Yeah? Come and cut my heart out.
Come and cut my heart out.
Come on, punk.
I know what you're thinking. Mine's bigger than yours.
It's not fair.
I'll throw it away.
What if I show you what it's like to be a victim?
STORM: Come on. PUNK 2: You're fucking dead, man.
It's still not fair. Okay, I'll get down on my knees.
Better?
Come get some.
DETECTIVE: Looks like you won the Oscar, Storm.
(MUSIC OVER RADIO)
TRENT [OVER RADlO]: You'll be very well compensated, Mr. Calabrese.
Money now, and lots more when I get in that office.
You can take that to the bank.
I know that voice.
Is that you, honey?
STORM: Yeah, baby.
In the flesh.
What are you doing? Come on.
STORM: I'm raiding the icebox.
I gave up my diet for Lent.
Champagne?
STORM: Does that put you in the mood?
Think this could do it?
FELICIA: I had to bribe him to go to bed with six cookies...
...and a glass of orange juice.
I wish I couId sleep like that.
Maybe I can help you.
SONNY: Is that for me, Dad?
You faker.
Here you go.
There you go.
-Did you say your prayers? -I wanted to do them with you.
There's a trick to getting what you want when you say prayers.
What, Daddy?
You ask for things for other peopIe, like your mom and Uncle O'Malley.
Then how do I get stuff for myself?
That's why God invented work.
Want to say a little prayer with me? Come here.
Want to say your prayers?
Now l lay me down to sleep.
And we say together: I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake...
...I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Amen. Very good.
Good night, Dad.
-Good night. -Good night, Mommy.
STORM: Sleep well, champ.
Here's to us.
I had a shitty day today.
There's blood on your shirt.
It's not my blood.
So you don't have to worry.
If people knew how sweet you are...
...they'd never be scared of you.
I'm not scared of you.
Maybe you should be.
We'll try to squeeze it in.
I'm in a silly mood.
I love you.
I love you too.
AXEL: I'm ready.
FELICIA: What?
STORM: Motherfuckers.
Mason.
AXEL: Sweet dreams.
(YELLS)
(GUNSHOT)
CARSON [OVER TV]: You don't get many chances here.
Apparently, Patti said to Reagan, "You'll love my fiancé.
He's a California guy who meditates, eats brown rice...
...and sleeps on a bed of nails."
Becker. Storm on 3.
AXEL: l got the coke on the dresser. Put yours in the nightstand.
QUENTERO: I got it.
AXEL: Fix his ass.
Got all the tapes?
QUENTERO: A shitload. Hurry.
Just hurry.
AXEL: Quentero. The kid.
QUENTERO: Get that kid and kilI him.
AXEL: That fucking Storm.
QUENTERO: Get your ass in the van and stop complaining.
-What happened, Max? -Another dead asshole. Let's go.
FEMALE REPORTER: AssembIyman Trent, when did you meet Mason Storm?
TRENT: I've known him since...
O'MALLEY: Jesus Christ.
TRENT: ...I was City Attorney...
...and he was a young...
...homicide detective.
We worked together....
We worked on several cases.
I'm sorry. l'm sorry.
FEMALE REPORTER: Assemblyman Vernon Trent...
...distraught over the loss of an officer he knew.
Terrible circumstances here outside the emergency room...
...and a calamity-filled mob scene of policemen....
TRENT: What makes people do this?
Would somebody please tell me that.
Hulland.
Captain HuIland.
DOCTOR: Coming through, please. NURSE: Stand back, please.
Is he a national treasure?
DOCTOR: Blood pressure's 70/40.
I get no pulse.
They always said Storm was superhuman.
HULLAND: Know why? He was jacked up on coke.
I'll tell you something. He was the cleanest man l knew.
He had more honor than this whole department.
If I ever hear you talk that puke again...
...I'Il put you where you belong.
What the fuck is l.A. doing here?
-Taking over the show. -Bullshit.
This is Homicide, not lnternal Affairs.
We got two cops down with money and drugs all over.
This came from the commissioner.
Captain HuIland?
What?
Storm is dead.
HULLAND: O'Malley...
...I know you and Storm were tight.
For what it's worth...
...I'm sorry.
The most unstoppable son of a bitch I ever knew.
He got stopped tonight.
Excuse me. Are you with the police?
Lieutenant O'Malley. What do you got?
A live cop is what I've got.
FEMALE REPORTER: What's happening? O'MALLEY: No comment. It's over.
DOCTOR: We've got a pulse.
Your man's alive, Iieutenant.
Who else knows he isn't dead?
Just the people in here.
I want to see each of them.
And no one eIse comes in here as of now. You got that?
DOCTOR: Lieutenant, this is stilI a hospital.
I appreciate your problem.
But l'm acting under orders of the police commissioner.
-I hope you can document that. -I can and will.
Mason Storm's going to vanish, and you'll heIp make that happen.
TilI he can give us some answers, the deader he is, the safer he is.
O'MALLEY: Don't worry, buddy. I'm in your corner.
TRENT [OVER SPEAKER]: --and you can take that to the bank.
NEWSCASTER [OVER SPEAKER]: The governor appointed Assemblyman Trent...
...to the Senate seat vacated by the tragic death of Caldwell.
TRENT [OVER SPEAKER]: You inspire me to work harder. i won't tolerate crime.
TRENT [OVER SPEAKER]: And you can take that to the bank.
ANDY: It's 6 a.m.
Morning, Martha.
What do we got? "Inquiring minds want to know"?
Doctor Carlin's ordered a glucose drip for Jimmy C.
Max's E.E.G. monitor's developing a nice electronic hiccup.
Poor Max.
And your boyfriend turned his head.
ANDY: He did?
I thought he was going to sit up. I almost shit.
See you for a cup of tea in a few minutes.
ANDY: I knew it.
You moved your head today, you little devil.
Let's see, what can I do for you here?
Very nice.
Great.
I've got a little surprise for you.
Be right back.
Would you Iike a little pussy?
A little bitty pussy. Look what I've got here.
John Doe, can you hear me?
I know my words are getting through. I don't care what the doctors say.
I'm going to keep talking to you today...
...and tomorrow and the day after, tilI you respond.
Besides, you've got so much to live for.
Please wake up.
Got to go see Jimmy C.
Bye.
Stupid machine.
STORM: Nurse.
Oh, my God.
DOCTOR: We'll run some tests. Alert X-ray for a CAT scan.
Call the lab. We need a complete blood work-up.
John Doe.
Here we are.
Internal Affairs. Detective Sergeant Goodhart.
ANDY [OVER PHONE]: My name's Andrea Stewart, from the Coma Research Center.
I'd Iike to speak to Captain O'Malley, please.
What is this in regards to?
I have a John Doe coma patient, code access 461 -Zebra...
...with instructions to notify in case of change in condition.
What's the change?
The patient has come out of a coma after seven years.
Nolan, get Hulland, quick.
I'm sorry, Captain O'Malley's no longer with this division.
I'll take the information.
GOODHART [OVER PHONE]: And please, contact no one else on this matter.
It would be better for the patient's welfare.
OFFICIAL [OVER TV]: Ladies and gentlemen, the President.
ANNOUNCER [OVER TV]: President Bush has caught the public eye with his antics.
From throwing the first ball on opening day...
...to kissing a pig for the farmers' affections.
George Bush is becoming a real crowd-pleaser.
This is Andrew Louis for Cable Hospital News.
What year is it?
-Try not to talk. -What year is it?
It's 1 990.
Your charts go back for seven years.
Do you have any recollection of anything?
I remember everything.
You're the first patient to come out of a coma of this duration.
You'Il be famous. You'Il be on the news.
Listen to me very carefully.
I'm a cop.
My wife and family were murdered.
That's how I got here.
If you don't get me out of this hospital...
...within an hour, we'll both be dead.
You're my cutest patient, but not my only one.
-You're making a mistake. -I'll be back.
No. Don't go.
How's it going, brother?
Who are you?
I'm Danny, the physical therapist. I'm going to give you a massage.
DANNY: I'll make you feeI all right. STORM: Get the fuck out.
I'll just take you down the hall.
NURSE: Thank you. -Anytime.
WOMAN: Dr. Mathews, call Coma Research, please.
AXEL: Can l see your list of patients in your coma care unit?
Yes, doctor.
STORM: Get me out. Thanks for the massage, but get me out of here.
Just relax. You'll get out of here real soon, I promise.
-Morning, Sheri. How you doing? -Morning. Good.
Thank you.
-You know that doctor? -No.
AXEL: John Doe.
SECURITY: Excuse me.
Doctor?
I have to check everyone on these floors.
Can l get your ID, please?
You can't have too much security.
If you feel up to it, l'lI get you some lemon chiffon pie out of the freezer.
STORM: Get me out of here.
DANNY: Don't worry. I'll take good care of you.
If you want, l'lI hook you up with some pizza.
You got to learn to relax.
Orderly. Give me a IittIe help.
Give me some help down here.
DANNY: What's he doing down there?.
DANNY: What's wrong?
Russ.
What happened?
He's dead.
ANDY: My poor back.
AXEL: You son of a bitch.
AXEL: Storm, you son of a bitch.
Oh, my God.
Russ. Danny.
AXEL: I'll get you, Storm.
J.D.
ANDY: Oh, my God.
Now wiIl you listen to me?
ANDY: Hold tight.
Sorry.
AXEL: Stop.
ANDY: Hang on.
AXEL: Watch out.
Get out of the way.
TRENT: Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to put a stop to it...
...and we're going to start right here.
We are going to put an end...
...to violence in this state. And you can take that to the bank.
Hulland, pIaster Storm's ass with slime in the press.
Make him responsible for that hospital mess. Tail people he knows.
HULLAND: We know how to do our job.
Then show me. I'm starring in the son of a bitch's home movies.
If that crap gets out, I'm looking at 30 years.
Geraldo.
Who's this guy?
Our program came to an unexpectedly violent conclusion.
Are you crazy? I can't come in to work.
I can't even go to my apartment, Martha.
People are dead.
MARTHA [OVER PHONE]: Then where are you?
I can't tell you. Besides, you're better off not knowing.
ANNOUNCER [OVER TV]: Senator Vernon Trent promises no new taxes.
And you can take that to the bank.
What'll I do with this guy? I want to help him...
...but he's all over TV. He's a crooked cop involved in--
Why are you out of bed?
I've got you.
DUNPHY [OVER TV]: Police speculate that Storm...
...who is known to have ties with criminal elements...
...could have involved his contacts in his escape.
Storm was thought to have been a murder victim. A casualty...
...of his own greed. A widespread search is now being--
This is Mason Storm. I'd like to speak with Jerry Dunphy.
No, it's not a joke.
We can't stay here. They'lI trace us from the hospital.
Nobody knows I'm here. I'm housesitting.
It belongs to a friend of my parents.
He's in China on research for six months.
The medical center only has my apartment address.
Not even my friends have this number.
You've got to believe me.
You're safe here, okay?
DUNPHY [OVER TV]: Nhis reporter was contacted personally by the "Coma Cop"...
...fugitive officer Mason Storm...
...who, until days ago, had been in a seven-year coma.
Storm said he's innocent of charges made against him in the press...
...and that he has indisputable proof of this.
He has promised me a first look at his alleged proof.
I want 24-hour surveillance on that son of a bitch...
...and those two nurses from the hospital.
No, I can do it myself.
You do it then.
You give me this beard?
You tried.
-You ever been to Chinatown? -Yeah. Why?
This is a list of herbs and needles that I need for my recovery.
Where did you learn to write Chinese?
When I was a kid, my dad was a missionary. I was raised in the Orient.
As a young white boy over there...
...I needed to learn how to fight, as you can imagine.
I remember...
...my first martial arts teacher said to me:
"So why do you come to me?"
I say, "To learn how to fight."
And he says, "So you want to hurt people.
But do you want to be great?" I say, "Yeah.
I want to be great."
He says, "Then first learn how to heal people to be great.
To hurt people is easy."
Look at you. You look great.
Like it?
That's enough. Why don't you go sit down?
That bad?
If you need me, I'll be in the outer room.
STORM: O'Malley's the key. We must find him.
ANDY: You can't compare blood pressure now with when you're in a coma.
What's this? 555 over four digits.
ANDY: That's crazy. Let me see that.
Martha's chicken scratches. She probably can't even read them.
-You know what it is? -What?
It's a phone number.
Hello.
When you phoned I asked everyone here at the home...
...and there is no O'Malley here. But it is possible...
...O'Malley is a relation of someone here.
Why not leave me your number and I'll call you if there's any contact.
Can l phone you?
Of course, my dear.
-Here, let me do that. -That's all right.
It's okay.
Thank you.
You old devil.
Mason Storm.
Hi. I'm sorry.
I don't mean to interrupt.
I was just passing by and I thought...
...you might like a flower.
ANDY: I like that.
STORM: Now I lay me down to sleep....
Now we say it together, okay?
STORM & SONNY: I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before i wake...
...I pray the Lord my soul to take.
MARTHA'S VOICE [OVER PHONE]: Nhis is Martha Coe. I can't come to the phone--
Pick up, Martha. Please pick up.
ANDY: Are you there? I'm coming over.
ANDY [OVER SPEAKER]: Are you there? I'm coming over.
HULLAND: You called it right, AxeI.
Our girlfriend just showed up.
Martha, open up. It's me.
NEIGHBOR: What's up?
Hi.
NEIGHBOR: Looking for Martha?
You know where she is?
You haven't seen the news?
She's dead.
She was strangled over in Westwood.
Know something?
You look Iike the bitch whose picture's on TV.
The one whose house they found her at.
Hey, get over here.
HULLAND: Okay, boys, mount up.
WOMAN: Ernie, you forgot my buttermilk.
Shit.
O'MALLEY: Storm.
O'Malley.
O'MALLEY: That's Sonny, all right.
The kid's a track star.
He does the hundred in 1 1 flat.
He's going to be real fast, like his old man was.
What do you mean "was"?
I'm not over the hill.
At least, l hope not.
How'd you pull this off?
He made it to my house the night you were shot.
I got him hidden, played it out like he was dead...
...staged his funeral with yours and Felicia's.
Everybody bought it.
Where is he? Is he safe?
Ventura Trinity Prep School, under my mother's maiden name, Wade.
No one has any idea that he's your son.
So that was your mother that Andy found.
Your nurse friend? Yeah. She left a number and l traced you here.
I don't know how to thank you.
I have no words.
Just seeing your ugly ass alive is enough for me.
That night in the hospital...
...I found the audio tape in your vest.
I must've played that tape 1 000 times...
...looking for little quirks in the voices, phrases that repeat.
Nada.
STORM: Where is the tape?
-I turned it in for evidence. -What?
Don't worry, I made a dupe.
Meanwhile, I thought you'd take some pleasure in this.
O'MALLEY: And there's more in the car.
You were not wrong, my friend.
You were not wrong.
What's happened to you?
O'MALLEY: I was on the case maybe a year and a haIf...
...trying to find out who pulled the trigger.
But it was like swimming through shit.
Everywhere l turned, people told me to back off, get Iost.
Then one morning the phone rings.
Immaculate Heart Emergency.
Someone ran my mother off the road.
Her back's broken. She's paralyzed.
STORM: I'm sorry, O'MaI.
O'MALLEY: That night, there's a note in my locker telling me it's no accident.
What the hell could I do?
I've got my hands tied behind my back. I can't wave or saIute.
So I put my papers in.
Took a three-quarter pension.
You know me, I never would have backed off.
But there was Sonny to worry about. What if they found him?
-Or you? -No, you did the right thing.
Then wasn't the time.
Now's the time.
We're outgunned and undermanned, but we're going to win.
And I'll tell you why.
Superior attitude, superior state of mind.
We'll get them, buddy.
Believe me.
Every fucking one of them.
One more favor: Get Sonny out of that school now.
With me up and running, they'll do anything to find Sonny to get to me.
Get him someplace safe, anywhere.
O'MALLEY: Consider it done.
I'm going straight to get that film.
As soon as you get that audio, and Sonny's safe...
...we'Il bring it in to Jerry Dunphy.
We'll see quite a show on the news.
You got it, partner.
O'MALLEY: I must've played that tape 1 000 times...
...looking for little quirks in the voices, phrases that repeat.
STORM: Two guys I couldn't make out, but they'll come up on the film.
TRENT: You can take that to the bank. STORM: I know that voice.
ANDY: Your charts go back seven years. Do you have any recollection of anything?
STORM: I have them on the same film in the same camera, right where I left it.
ANNOUNCER: Senator Vernon Trent promises no new taxes.
TRENT: And you can take that to the bank.
Money now, and lots more when i'm in office.
And you can take that to the bank.
I'm going to take you to the bank, Senator Trent.
To the blood bank.
Martha's dead.
I'm sorry.
It's alI right.
O'Malley was here today.
He was? How did he get here?
You found him. The old lady was his mother.
My son's alive.
We better get out of here. Really. Let's go.
ANDY: This ain't going to be my best packing job.
Where are we going?
Out of here.
ANDY: I'll be glad when all this is over.
Where's my bathrobe?
ANDY:I hope it fits in the suitcase. STORM: Get my jeans and a jacket.
STORM: Hurry up. ANDY: I'm just about done.
Mason.
Get down.
It's jammed.
ANDY: Look behind you.
Let's go.
Get down.
Come quick. Let's go.
AXEL: I'll slit your throat.
You're going to bleed like a pig.
They're out back.
We're on them.
STORM: Hang on.
Hulland. You son of a bitch.
ANDY: I forgot to lock the door.
MAN 1 : Oh, man. The battery's all corroded.
MAN 2: Hey, man, be cool. What's this?
(SPEAKS lN SPANlSH)
You like my coche?
How hot is it, homes?
Smoking.
You got it.
MAN 1 : There's bullet holes in the glass.
MAN 2: This Jeep looks like it's been in a war, man.
Maybe you should wear these kind of clothes all the time.
Only next time, we'll use your credit card.
Daddy, I don't want you to go.
ANDY: You look really great for someone who changed in a gas station.
Thanks.
ANDY: We're from HilIstar Real Estate. We can market your home effectively.
We aren't even thinking about selling.
In fact, we're adding a nursery.
It's a mess.
-I'd Iove to see the nursery. -Over here.
We don't know if it's a girI or a boy...
...so we did a splatter effect.
FELICIA: What are you doing? STORM: Raiding the icebox.
The plasterer might have falIen.
ANDY: What about your baby?
STORM: Just the way I left you.
Good grief.
I'm sorry, but I think your contractor's doing a lousy job.
These things happen.
STORM: Thank God.
Hang on, Mrs. O'Malley.
O'Malley Ieft there three hours ago with the tape.
It doesn't matter about the tape.
We have to get this film to Dunphy's studio...
...before I have a nervous breakdown.
Mrs. O'MalIey, listen.
I'm across from the Bonaventure Hotel.
I need you to do me a favor.
Have O'Malley deliver a message to the desk under Andrea Smith.
No, we're not checking in. That's too dangerous.
But the desk will hold the message if you teIl them we're coming in later.
AlI right? Thanks.
Andrea...
...Smith.
Bonaventure Hotel...
...and leave a message...
...at the desk.
Baby, that's beautifuI.
I love it.
SONNY: Where's my glove, UncIe Mal?
Take it easy. Sonny, hurry up, dear.
Sonny, forget the mitt. We got to get going.
The number for the Bonaventure Hotel, please.
O'MALLEY: When this is over...
...you, me and your pop will rent a boat...
...and catch the biggest fish. I'm not talking goldfish either.
SONNY: The last time I went fishing with Pop...
...we caught an old tire.
O'MALLEY: Not this time, Sonny. We'll get us a big, fat tuna.
It's them.
Let's go.
(MARIACHl BAND PLAYS)
(STEEL-DRUM BAND PLAYS)
Captain HuIland, L.A.P.D.
I need to check any messages for an Andrea Smith.
Here you are, sir.
Good evening, sir.
Do you have any messages for an Andrea Smith, please?
Don't worry, Sonny's okay.
He's with O'Malley, who has the tape. They're headed for Union Station.
Great. Let's go get the car. Just a minute.
ANDY: What's wrong? -Shit.
Fuck.
HULLAND: Cover me.
HULLAND: Don't move. You're surrounded.
HULLAND: Send for backup.
MAN: Hey. You can't do that in Dallas.
MAN: That's a rented car.
HULLAND: Get the goddamn car.
AXEL: Get the car.
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: Once again, train number 1 1 , the Coast Starlight...
...from Seattle, Oakland, Santa Barbara, has been delayed.
Your train's the Southwest Chief.
-It departs for Albuquerque at 1 1 :1 0. ANNOUNCER: It's scheduled to arrive...
-...in Los Angeles at approximately 9:30pm. -Have a safe trip.
AnNOUNCER: Passengers holding sleeping-car accommodations on train number 4...
...the Southwest Chief, please assemble....
My hands are shaking.
Don't worry, kid.
Even your old Uncle MaIly's paws wobble a bit from time to time.
Put this on.
Watch out for the hot dog. Don't spill mustard.
Sonny....
I know it's hard to put together after aIl these years.
I'm sorry I told you your dad was dead. I thought it was best.
I know it's awkward.
But your father loves you very much.
You've got to get to know each other again. It'll take time.
Now listen up.
If your dad gets here on schedule, you both get on the train.
If he doesn't, you'll be going alone.
One of us will be one step behind. Don't worry.
One step behind.
Just like we pIanned in the car on the way here.
O'Malley, long time no see.
Make sure your father gets this.
Are you taking a trip?
Yeah, me and my kid are visiting my mother in New Mexico.
That's your son?
Funny, he doesn't Iook much like you.
Does he, Quentero?
As a matter of fact...
...I think I've seen his ugly face before.
Kind of looks like Mason Storm.
Enough of this fucking around. We want the tape.
Run, Sonny.
Mally.
QUENTERO: Take him. We're going after the kid.
O'MALLEY: I love you, Sonny.
You fucks don't deserve your badges.
BECKER: Come here, you little son of a bitch.
QUENTERO: The kid's got the tape. BECKER: Get his ass.
Sonny.
QUENTERO: He's going in the alley.
ATTENDANT: I'll call the police.
ANDY: Get out of the way.
ANDY: Help. Help.
ATTENDANT: This guy's crazy. He broke my gate.
ANDY: Stop.
Please stop.
BECKER: My hand's bleeding bad. Go ahead.
QUENTERO: Stop. You little bastard.
BECKER: Come on, don't mess with me.
BECKER: You fuck. My leg.
QUENTERO: Come here or l'lI kill you.
BECKER: I broke my fucking leg.
Coma Cop, Iet's see what you got.
SONNY: Dad.
You're still a loser.
I remember you.
SONNY: Dad.
(SIRENS)
ANDY: Storm.
STORM: Take care of him. ANDY: Where are you going?
STORM: One more take-out order. You're safe with her.
ANDY: You're okay with me.
(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Who are you?
It's a very long story.
You got a few minutes?
HULLAND: Senator.
I know it's a bad time, but things have happened--
TRENT: I want Quentero and the others here now.
Storm is just nuts enough to come after me.
HULLAND: That's what I'm trying to tell you.
TRENT: Can we have a little privacy, please?
HULLAND: I'll be downstairs.
We're not going to make the ballet tonight. Take a hike.
Get lost.
AXEL: I'll show you guys how to break.
How's the action, boys?
Mind if I pIay?
I know you're thinking, if l have this in my hand, I can't play.
How's this?
I'll put it away.
STORM: WelI? Somebody hand me a cue.
Impressive.
That's for my wife. Fuck you and die.
Son of a bitch.
STORM: How does it feel to know you're about to die?
I'll give you more time than you gave my wife and son.
HULLAND: I got to tell you.
You can't do this. It wasn't me.
Now you're a good cop.
STORM: Vernon?
Let's try in here.
Maybe you're behind this painting.
No. You're so good at this, Vernon.
Maybe you're under the bed.
No, not under the bed.
What about in here?
Vernon, where are you?
Die.
How do you like this, Vernon?
I'd Iike to kill you so bad, I can barely contain myself.
But l've been thinking.
Death is far too merciful a fate for you.
So what l'm going to do is...
...put you in prison.
A nice petite white boy like you in a federal penitentiary....
Let me put it this way: You won't be able to stay anal-retentive very long.
I'm going to take these handcuffs here...
...then l'll arrest you and I'll take you in. How's that?
Come on. What are you doing?
No, please. No.
No. No.
(GUNSHOT)
I missed.
I never miss.
They must have been smaller than l thought.
Freeze.
OFFICER: Drop the gun. Slowly.
Get on your knees with your hands in the air.
TRENT: Thank God. Thank God you guys are here.
Do it now.
TRENT: You got to stop him.
Let me go. Storm, no.
SERGEANT: Storm.
SERGEANT: Storm, no. Hold it right there.
TRENT: Sergeant, talk to him. Tell him to let me go.
Give me the gun.
SERGEANT: Give me the gun.
We saw the fiIm.
We know you were set up.
SERGEANT: Senator, you're under arrest.
Cuff him.
TRENT: What the hell are you talking about?
What are you talking about? You can't do this to me.
I'm a senator, for Christ's sake. You can't do this to me.
We're sorry, Storm.
You're a dead man, Storm.
Do you hear me. You won't get away with this.
Dad. Dad.
SONNY: Are you all right? ANDY: I love you, Storm.
TRENT: I'm the senator.
STORM: How about a nice vacation?
OFFICER: This guy is going to be famous.
I can hear tomorrow's weather report. "Killer Storm strikes back."
DUNPHY [OVER TV]: It shows Nrent making a deal with his underworld cronies.
TRENT [OVER TV]: You'll be very well compensated, Mr. Calabrese.
Money now, and lots more when I get in that office.
And you can take that to the bank.
DUNPHY [OVER TV]: We have the greatest respect for Storm's courage.
TRENT: You told me this dock was clean. What the hell's going on here?
TRENT: Are you people listening to me?
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