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- Great.

- ( engine starts )

The athletic type.

There she goes.

Where is she?

Should we take him?

No, no, no.

She knows this guy.

This is not going

to be easy.

She went left.

What are you doing?

I think she saw us.

I'm going to give the

lady a little distance.

Ricci over radio:

There she goes.

Don't lose her.

- You see him?

- Yeah.

Ricci over radio:

He is definitely

following her.

( Brakes screech )

( Screams )

- ( Grunts )

- oh, my god!

- Oh, my god!

Don't hurt him!

- I'm a cop.

- Who the f*** are you?

- He's my boyfriend.

I couldn't hear him.

He was trying

to catch up with me.

I couldn't hear him.

No, no! Norwood.

Norwood! Put the gun down,

man, put it down!

He's the wrong guy, okay?

Put the gun down.

All right, lady,

I'm sorry.

Okay, big mistake.

Big f***ing mistake, man.

I'm sorry.

Very sorry.

Very sorry.

Can I see you for

a minute, please?

I got a guy--

I got a f***ing guy

in police custody, right?

- And you try to pop him.

What's with that?

- I'm sorry.

I couldn't tell whether

or not you had the situation

under control.

Under control?

You wouldn't even know

about the situation

unless you were what?

Tailing us, man?

I told them it was

mistaken identity.

They're shaken up,

but they're buying it.

They won't file a complaint.

Her boyfriend's going

to take her home.

No, we gotta keep her

under surveillance.

This is bullshit, man.

We'll call captain barnett,

we'll put our

own people on it.

Thank you very much.

Wait, wait a minute.

Now look.

This killer can easily evade

normal police protection.

- Norwood, who is this guy?

- Look, I can't tell you that.

If I did, I'd be opening

myself up to prosecution--

if you don't f***ing talk

to me now, I'll rip out

your f***ing spine!

- Hey! hey!

- How's that? How's that?

Hey!

We all want this guy.

Whatever you tell us

stays with us.

The man we think is

replicating Whitman's crimes

is Steven Lloyd schmidt.

He's an f.B.I. Field man.

He's gone rogue.

It's what c.I.A. Calls

blowback, and it's their

worst nightmare.

( Sighs )

once he enters into

the civilian population,

it becomes the bureau's

responsibility to cover

up the mess.

And so they assigned me to

head up the search team.

Why would schmidt

copycat Whitman?

Well, evidently schmidt

was a big fan of

serial killers.

And before he was recruited,

the c.I.A. Seems to think

he may have acted as

a kind of avenging angel

- for the few he was

particularly fond of.

- Jesus!

So what you're telling us

is they turned some

serial killer into some

super assassin and let him

loose on the world?

No, I am telling you

i want this guy

just as badly as you want him.

But it's not going to be easy.

He is an expert in

low-cover operations.

Now, we do have

one advantage.

- The jogging girl.

- I think he's going to go

for her sometime tonight.

But if he shows up and

the police are watching her,

he's going to go under

deep cover and we'll

never see him again.

He'll resurface and kill

somewhere else.

- So what are we gonna do?

- Well...

I can stay here tonight

and watch her house.

If nothing happens,

I'll call you tomorrow.

You can relieve me.

Either way, one of us

is going to get him.

Don:

you know what?

I don't buy it.

I think this schmidt knows

way damn too much about Whitman.

I think norwood is shoveling

a new grade of manure.

For all we know,

schmidt could be hitting

another juror right now.

He's going in alphabetical

order, right?

But what if the list

didn't just include jurors?

What if it had

court personnel?

Then...

- Then judge--

- Paul gant.

Okay, alphabetically,

gant is before greer.

Shouldn't we

call norwood?

Hell, no! Let norwood stay

with the jogging babe.

- Is gant answering?

- No, it's just the machine.

( Dance music playing )

you turn me on, baby,

you lead me on, baby...

( laughing )

( Chattering )

Thank you.

Man:

how ya doin'?

Over here, Bobby!

( Dialing )

- Who you calling now?

-My ex-wife.

- ( Phone ringing )

- hola, Nina. It's me.

Listen, I need

a little favor.

You know anything about

a judge gant? Paul gant?

Where he might hang out?

Where I could find him?

Any habits, anything?

Really?

Okay.

you're serious?

- Okay, sweetie, thank you.

- ( Phone beeps )

You're going to love this.

Gant frequents the gay clubs

on the West Side of town.

( Dance music playing )

I'm just saying why

don't we get a bottle

of wine and go home?

- Oh, let's get

a bottle at mo's.

- Oh, all right.

you set

my soul on fire

you set my soul

on fire

you set

my soul on fire

you set my soul

on fire...

man:

this place is yummy.

- Hi.

- hey.

Can I buy you another?

Sure, if I can return the favor.

What are you drinking?

I'll have a bloody Mary.

Inspector morrell here.

I want you to run all

vehicles registered to

a Paul gant, San Diego.

- Don't I know you?

- Yes, you do.

I would of

remembered you.

( Chuckles )

- I never forgot you.

- Really?

That makes me very happy.

What do you say

we get out of here?

All these fags

make me nervous.

( Laughs )

I'm with you.

Man:

i got it here.

License:
4-c-g-e-413.

1999 green

Lincoln town car.

- Roger that, thanks.

- Great, where do we start?

All right, turn up this

street right here.

- Where do I know you from?

- Guess.

- A nightclub.

- ( Laughs ) you'll have

to do better than that.

Come on, give me a hint.

- What are we playing,

hide and seek?

- I can do that.

( Chuckles )

Hello?

Yeah, hey, Mark.

It's me, morrell.

Listen, I need a favor.

No, it's important.

I need to locate a vehicle.

It's a 1999

green Lincoln town car,

license plate:

Four, Charlie, Gulf, echo,

4-1-3.

Who you talking to?

A buddy of mine at

lojack central.

If gant has a tracker

in his car,

he might be able to

pinpoint him for us.

Come on,

give me another hint.

- ( Laughs )

- I'll get it.

You'll get it, all right.

Oh, beautiful.

Great, man, great.

West on university.

I appreciate it, bro.

Great, man.

Ricci:

okay, we're almost there.

What's next?

We're gonna make

a left on 10th.

Left on 10th.

You know,

i really like you.

But you gotta tell

me who you are.

( Chuckles )

Guess.

What are you doing?

You want to hurt

somebody, is that it?

You want money?

Take the car.

I don't want your car.

You like to play rough,

is that it?

You'd probably like

that, wouldn't you?

How'd they ever let a sick,

god-cursed sodomite

like you judge anybody?

Were you up before me?

Is that it?

That's right,

your honor.

His will be done.

( Gags )

Yeah, in the alley, okay.

Somewhere around here.

That's him.

That's him right there.

Back up.

( Tires squealing )

Sh*t.

( Mumbling )

No, no. Go back down.

Wait for backup.

- I'll track this guy.

- Yes, sir.

( Gunshot )

Police!

Put your weapon down!

I know who you are.

Question is,

do you know who I am?

I know all about

you, schmidt.

I think you know by now

that's not my real name.

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