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Shut up!

Should we move in?

Stay put. They're not gonna kill him.

They're just having fun.

They'll beat him to a pulp.

I think that's|a reasonable assumption.

I hope you like soup...

because I'm about to knock|every one of your teeth...

...down your throat.|- Excuse me.

Can you tell me how to get to the|Fashion Museum? I'm a little lost.

Put the gun down.

What's your problem?|Go get lost somewhere else.

Ain't you shocked at how it went down?

You came at the right time.

We don't have much time, Alvin.

What you talking about?

There's a question you need to answer.

- That's him! That's our man!|- Sh*t!

Unit 2, approach from the south.

You need to answer my question.|How you know my name?

I'll see you soon, Alvin.

There he is!

Sh*t, damn. Damn!

What's going on?

He 's in the coffee shop.

Get out of the way.

Get some guys at both ends|of the alley.

Want to hear the bad news?|You're alone in a room with me.

I think it's a check.

Guess it's your lucky day.

Sir. We're ready here, sir.

I thought I'd find you here.

I did too.|You want a drink or something?

No, I need to talk to you.

- Right now?|- Let's go, right now.

I'm coming. I'll be right back.|F***ing ass.

What y'all doing|in the men's bathroom?

Alvin, man, what's happening?|Man, what's wrong?

By yourself?

Not now. Not now.

Everything in here's broke.

What's happening?

Have you ever heard of a man getting|$5000 dropped in his lap?

Never.

What about twice in one day?

You got ten G's?

I got more than that.

- Let me see.|- Calm down.

I need you to keep this for me, okay?

I gotta get out of town because|there's some strange sh*t going on.

- All right?|- Okay.

Read the note.

Stevie, read the note.|Are you listening to me?

Oh, yeah. I just wanted to let|you know I'm looking up to you.

I look up to you.

Look up to me another time, all right?|Stevie?

I need you to do the right thing.

Be careful, Alvin. For sure.

Sh*t!

I want both mobile units to maintain|visual contact. If he leaves town...

l want to know where he's going|before he does.

What if our killer can't find him?

We'll just have to make sure he can.

Oh, my nuts.

My balls. My balls.

Okay, tickets.

Is that you, Alveen?

Alveen!

- Shut up.|- Get your ass in here!

My name is Alvin, not "Alveen".

How could you give out|my e-mail address? That is personal.

I don't even know it,|and if I did...

nobody wants to talk you.

You must've given it to somebody.|There's a message in your name.

And nobody just breaks into Netscape.|Okay?

Nobody is that smart.

"Hello, Alvin, it seems|we have some unfinished business.

Unfortunately, your phones|are being tapped...

and you're being followed".

Someone's been listening...

Tika, not now, not now.

"You have a beautiful son.

It would be a shame if you didn't|follow these instructions.

Leave the apartment|at exactly 4 p.m...

and go to the following address".

He's moving.

"Take a taxi to the Fifth Avenue|and 53rd Street subway station.

Get on the first subway car you see".

Here we go.|I want to make this clear at the top:

I prefer the suspect alive.

But if anything goes wrong,|don't hesitate.

Take him out, no matter what.

If the only way to get to him|is through Alvin...

so be it.

You shoot...

l'll answer the letters.

Just give me 60 minutes, people,|without any fuckups...

you can have a nice vacation.

One more block and he gets a cab.

Be alert.

This guy may not wait for Alvin|to get to the rendezvous point.

Got you.

He's headed your way.|He'll be there in three minutes.

No problem.

Well, I'm not certain that's|entirely accurate, Agent Wooly.

Arms at your side.

Let's take a little walk, shall we?

Alvin's passed Wooly,|but there's no confirmation.

His radio's out, sir.

What do you mean, his radio's out?

- I just talked to him.|- There's no response.

- Well, what about Sanders?|- He's proceeding exactly as told.

What's next? The subway?

Train's just arriving.

Alert Wood and Boyle, and keep|trying Wooly. I'm headed out.

IKeep your eyes open, everybody.|He's at the phone booth.

We 're in position.

I'm at the red bench.

They're all red benches.

That's him. This is it.|This is it. Let's go!

Out of the way!

Stop right there!|I said, stop your car right there!

Out of my way!

Watch his hands.

Game's over.

I'm just sitting on the bench.

Cordon off the area.|Cordon off the area! Go!

What in the hell is going on?|What are you doing here?

I heard y'all were giving away $5000.|I thought I'd come and get me some.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

My brother gave me money and a note...

to e-mail him some f***ed-up|James Bond sh*t and meet him here.

Ain't no crime in that.

- Alvin set this up?|- Damn, you getting smarter.

You think this is a game? You and|your stupid brother, you a**hole.

You have no idea|what you're dealing with.

He ain't too stupid.|He got your ass down here.

This is just, you know, fried hummus.

- Piece of sh*t!|- You!

Get your hands off me.

I'm just trying to get a ride.

I'll give you a ride. Get in.

You promised we'd go to the track.

She's not running till the 7th race.|Get in the f***ing car.

You owe me a falafel, motherf***er.

This the wrong time for this.|I need to go to the crib right now.

You won't be seeing home|for a long time.

How many times I gotta say|I don't know where Stevie is?

F*** Stevie, okay?|This is about you.

This is about you and your friend|who buzzed me with that thing.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.|He's after me.

- How'd you do that?|- What?

- What the f***? How'd you do that?|- How'd I do what?

That came out of the radio.

- He's a ventriloquist, this guy.|- A what?

- You know, the guy does the sh*t...|- Like a DJ?

- Hello?|- Like the guys with the dummies.

You know, with the voices|and the dummies and sh*t.

Yeah, yeah. He didn't tell you?|I'm a ventriloquist.

We're traveling in a black Mercedes...

with two Bert-and-Ernie-|looking motherfuckers inside...

on Madison Ave.

Look at you. You suck.|I could see your lips moving.

We about to move past 59th Street.|I'm gonna need backup.

I'm gonna need backup. One Adam-12.

Code three. I need backup.|I need backup.

Who's he talking to?

Emergency, I need backup.

Shut him the f*** up!

We got a problem.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, f*** me!

What are you doing?

Don't point that gun at me!|Don't point that gun at me!

- You shot me, b*tch.|- Look out for the bus!

Oh, God, please!

God, give me strength!

Oh, sh*t!

- Shoot the bag!|- All right, look out.

God, I can't breathe. Open the door!

Where you going?|Alvin, get back here.

Get back here. Help us out!

- I lost mobility.|- Just look at my car!

I hate this guy.|He's the f***ing devil.

Alvin Sanders is the devil.

What are you doing? Open the window.

What are we, goldfish?|Help us out of here!

It's a blackout situation.|We are negative on all signals.

Scanning visual matrix.

Negative.

- We could try to isolate a pitch.|- It's a million-to-one shot.

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