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I see you coming.

Come here where there's no light,|I'll whup you.

You got your boys|with your billy sticks.

I'm Alvin, baby, king of the seafood.|They know me around these corridors.

Explain it to me, John.

How do you steal 40 million in gold|and not have the cash to make bail?

I don't know|what you're talking about.

I'm out of aspirin.

Could you get me some?

Chewable.

How'd it happen?

How do you pull|the heist of the decade...

and get busted for a DWl?

What kind of man...

goes out celebrating...

after he pops two boys|in the back of the head?

Look, I didn't....

You're not hanging that on me.

They were on the floor...

facedown.

It was an execution, pure and simple.

No guns, man.

Look, I'm a contractor.|I'm no f***ing shooter!

Then who?

Just give me the names.

A name. It was just....

There was just one other guy.|It was me and him.

- Bullshit. Bullshit!|- One guy. One guy!

I swear it.

Computer is what this guy's got.

He's got the whole government wired.

Who?

Come on, Jaster, tell me who.

Give me the goddamn name, Jaster.|Just give me a name.

Please, listen to me.

Get me a doctor.

Get me a doctor. Please.

- I'll give you a name.|- You're giving me a brain tumor.

You give me a pass,|I'll give you the f***ing gold!

Nobody knows where it is|but me, you know.

Did you burn your partner?

I need a doctor.

You took the gold|and left him there, didn't you?

No wonder you drank. You figured|jail was the best place to lay low.

Just keep pulling my chain...

keep on with|with this happy horseshit...

l'll make sure|you do need a doctor.

- Ed?|- What, goddamn it?!

I don't think he's faking.

Damn, I was just trying|to have a good meal.

Damn!

And I just thought you had gas.

Oh, sh*t.

- What the hell?|- Get in there.

Move it.

You lucky. Oh, you lucky.

Sit down, Alvin.

Not there.

Oh, yeah. Got reserved seats.

Watching the game?

Big screen.

Hey, look, I apologize...

about that irreverent sh*t|I displayed in the cell.

I was out of line.

I had been lifting weights...

and I just got through doing curls,|so I was real tense.

Hey, Alvin?

I got some good news.

And bad news.|Want to hear the good news?

Yeah, I mean, good news is great.

You're f***ed.|Want to hear the bad news?

I think you just told me the bad news.

Unless you want to tell me|worser news.

You're alone in a room with me.

Yeah, right.

So, what you want?

You and....

You and Jaster were alone|in that cell for eight hours.

All alone.

You must have talked about something.

His bowels.

He was shitting and coughing|and it didn't smell good.

How do you talk to somebody like that?

- It's terrible.|- Alvin.

I do this for a living.

You think I can't see that|you're hiding something?

Okay, everybody out.

Alvin, think about Jaster...

and tell me|where you want the bruises.

You trying to try|some sneaky sh*t, huh?

Gonna fool me with the quiet voice|while you beat on my body.

You can do that,|but you can't beat on my soul.

Do the words "Stokely Carmichael"|mean anything to y'all?

Reverend Malcolm X?|Reverend AI Sharpton?

I see you taking off your Timex.

I ain't telling you sh*t nor|the brothers behind the aquarium.

You can kiss my ass|with your tongue...

and I will take|this information to my grave.

The man said something|about the Bronx Zoo, okay?

Well?

We completed our search|of The World of Darkness.

That would be your bats,|your leopard cats, your mole rats.

We came up empty, sir.

"There's no place like home".

- It's gotta be a building.|- We checked them all.

We checked the monkey house,|the reptile house, the giraffe house.

Even the outhouse.

We scanned the entire grounds|to a depth of 20 feet.

This guy was|a heavy-equipment operator.

Five minutes with a machine,|he could've buried the gold anywhere.

So where does that leave us, sir?

Square-f***ing-one.

Come on, let's go|check the outhouse again.

Let's go.

We have a national security crisis.

Citadel 4 is the same system we use|to safeguard our nuclear facilities.

This guy took it apart like|he was hot-wiring a Toyota.

I'll give you the short version.

We're talking world-class loner.

A guy who spent literally tens|of thousands of hours at a computer...

feeling around in the dark.|Nothing but math.

Nothing but numbers.

His sense of well-being, his very|sanity is predicated on completion.

Only this time,|the equation is incomplete.

He didn't get the 42 million in gold|he'd worked so very hard for.

That's our edge.

Now this....

This is what I need your money for.

It's a BC-19.

It's an experimental tracking device.

Dr. Harris here can fill you in.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

The BC-19 has a proprietary signal...

broadcast and location.

It's got a 10-mile radius and|full satellite coordinate tracking.

Now, the optimum placement site...

is the temporal mandibular joint.

It's just below the jaw.

All right, look...

we implant this in|the appropriate subject, put him...

on the street, make it known|he knows where the gold is...

and I guarantee that our elusive|computer whiz will show up.

Who would be willing to have|that thing implanted in their jaw?

Senator...

we already have a volunteer.

This is Howard Cosell.

Down goes Frazier!

Come on.

Tenderize that b*tch, Alvin.

- What you got?|- I got all kinds of sh*t.

Chest, chest, chest, nuts!

What do you know about boxing?

I ain't gotta box.|I get my skills from TV.

I got Mike Tyson skills.|You biting me!

My ears, my ears!

I'll go Muhammad Ali on them.

- That's cold.|- That ain't right.

That ain't right.

Once I get out of here, I'll get|my big score. I'll be set for life.

I'll get me a 1-year-old Arabian.

A 1-year-old?|What sick sh*t is that?

I'm talking horses. Thoroughbreds.|They got royalty in their blood.

- What you know about horses?|- I know everything.

My father took me to the horse track.

Taught me everything|about thoroughbreds.

I'm teaching you awareness here.|See, I'm always aware.

Stay aware of everything.|Are you watching? Watch my skills.

I'm always aware. See my eyes?|I'm on a swivel.

Can't nobody sneak up on you|and just get with you. That's...

Mr. Clenteen, exactly how many laws|are we breaking here?

You don't want to know.

Ladies and gentlemen.

You've all distinguished yourselves.

You're all the best at what you do.

Encryption.

Hardware.

Signal analysis.

And as of this moment...

nothing else in your lives exists.

You no longer exist.

Welcome aboard.

Don't disappoint me.

Sir, I'm in.

All right, here we go.

Case number 1411263.

Subject:
Alvin Dean Sanders.

Former cellmate:
John Delano Jaster.

Released from Sing Sing prison Friday.

Treasury surveillance|subcontract required.

Pay-grade status approved.

Split-shift overtime coverage.

Contact Special Agent Vicks|at tspec.com.

Ed, you actually think this guy is|surfing Treasury Department files?

What if he can't decode this?|We can make a less secure encryption.

Maybe we should indicate we think|Sanders knows where the gold is.

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