Code of Honor Page #2

Captain's been to more crime

scenes today

- than he has all year.

- [chuckles]

You can say that again.

Well, it looks like somebody

turned off the alarm

over the emergency exit.

Not that it

would've mattered.

Fire boys are telling me they're

pretty sure it was a bomb.

Destroyed everything

but the dressing room.

That's some serious

precision bombing.

So, what are the chances this

is connected to last night?

Yeah, I'd say "pretty good".

Excuse me.

Oh, my God--

Miss! Miss,

you have to stay back.

[stammers] I was just here.

- Okay.

- You have to stay back.

Excuse me, miss?

- What is your name?

- Who are you?

My name is William Porter,

I'm a federal agent.

Did you work here today?

- Who said I work here?

- Come on.

I assume you didn't come

all the way down here in those

shoes to go jogging.

I was just here a few hours ago.

It was the scary guy

in the back, wasn't it?

You saw someone?

Did you see his face?

No.

Come on.

Agent Porter,

what can I do for you?

Well, you might

want to talk to her.

She was here earlier today.

It's him.

[Detective] Hey!

What the hell's going on,

man?

Who were you chasing?

His name is

Colonel Robert Sikes.

He's a commander of one

of the Special Forces' most

elite units.

His service record is

impeccable.

Skills at hand-to-hand combat,

weapons, firearms, and

explosives is unmatched.

He's trained to blend in

to any city, any terrain.

And he's using those skills and

that training

to go after gangs,

or drug dealers,

or anyone who, in his mind,

is threatening the moral fabric

and well-being of this country.

A vigilante.

[Porter] He's more than that,

Captain.

This is a military mission

to him.

His targets, wide-ranging as

they may seem, are not random.

They are carefully

chosen for maximum

effectiveness.

So, what, he's looking at these

gangs as insurgents?

Well, the strip club was a,

uh, supply depot.

What about the dancers?

They weren't his targets.

If he wanted them dead,

they'd be dead.

You seem to know a lot about

this Colonel Sikes.

Would you mind telling us

why "a commander of an elite

Special Forces unit"

is on a military mission

to save our city?

While Colonel Sikes was hunting

down terrorists in Afghanistan,

his wife and little boy,

safe here at home,

were killed in a drive-by

shooting, completely random.

The killer was aiming for

a rival gang member.

And Sikes' wife and little boy

just happened to be nearby.

His wife died almost instantly

and the little boy lingered on

for a few more days

before joining his mother.

Did they ever catch

the shooters?

No, there were so many suspects,

the police couldn't even

determine which gang was

responsible.

But it didn't matter anyway,

Sikes had already snapped

and begun his self-ordered

mission to secure the homeland.

What else should we know

about this guy?

Well, he doesn't drink,

he doesn't do drugs,

he doesn't sleep around,

and, until recently,

he didn't smoke, either.

Well, we appreciate very much

all that information,

Agent Porter.

We'll catch him.

Well, I hope you're right.

But, uh, no offense, Captain,

I don't think that your

department is skilled,

equipped, or trained enough to

deal with Colonel Sikes.

He's been on Special Ops

missions all around the world,

usually with entire armies

chasing him down.

And they don't have to yell

"freeze".

So what makes you so qualified

for the job?

I've been in those places

with him.

Hey!

So are we supposed to arrest

everyone with a buzz cut,

or are you gonna tell us what

this guy looks like?

I already requested

the Pentagon send over

Sikes' picture and file,

at least whatever's

not classified,

not that it'll help.

He'll have already changed

appearances.

Aw, this is such bullshit.

Listen to me, Sikes is trained

to be a ghost, a shadow.

When this is all over, you might

even wonder if he ever existed.

Now if you'll excuse me,

Detective,

I gotta go find the girl

that you lost.

I lost?

You're the one who drew

your gun and ran away

and knocked over those innocent

civilians.

[chuckles] She's a witness.

The police still do use

witnesses, don't they?

[laughs] Look, a**hole,

I don't give a sh*t whether you

work for the government or not.

Until this becomes

a federal case,

you're just a tourist here.

Sikes is trained to leave

a survivor,

to scare people out of doing

whatever it is they're doing.

Now this girl, Keri,

she's a random variable.

If he let her escape,

he could be following her.

If she escaped on her own,

she could be a target.

Assuming she is telling you the

truth, all you know is that this

girl's a stripper.

You don't even know

her last name.

Well, I'm gonna find her...

perhaps even before

she's killed.

So what do you expect me to do,

sit on my ass and wait for you

to save the day?

- Safest place for your ass.

- F*** you.

I'll keep in touch.

Turn around, smart ass!

Put your hands up!

[officer 2]

Get up against the wall.

- Hey, homey,

don't say anything!

- [officer 2] Shut up!

Don't be looking around,

look straight ahead.

Spread your legs.

Let's get this sh*t off of you.

- Oh, come on!

- Come here!

Get your ass over here!

[officer 1] Partner,

shots fired! Shots fired!

- Get down!

- Put out a help call!

Officer needs help!

Officer needs help!

Send an ambulance! Shots fired,

I got two suspects down.

Officer needs help.

Officer needs help.

The Snake Eyes Club

is completely destroyed.

I want to know who did this.

I talked to the two strippers at

the hospital.

They're lucky to be alive.

Weird.

But they said she left

just before the explosion.

She even talked about seeing

some scary guy in the back of

the strip club.

Where is she?

There were too many cops around

to pick her up.

We'll get her, though.

I want this girl here...

now.

Breaking and entering's

against the law.

And I could even tell you how

much time you'd get for that.

Now look, I don't want any

trouble with you boys.

[both shout]

- [knife slices]

- [groans]

- You have a good day, honey.

- Okay.

And when you get home, we are

gonna go on a little trip.

Just you and Mommy.

It will be like

our little adventure.

- All right?

- Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

A**hole.

Yo, where's my money, b*tch?

[scoffs] Hey,

nice to see you, too.

Uh-huh.

Here you go.

Sh*t, that's all you got?

Just give me my cut.

Your cut? You know,

you need to be working more.

I'm just doing this

till I get back on my feet.

Hah-hah, back on your feet!

- [grunts]

- Oh, my God!

[telephone rings]

Captain Connely.

When?

- Weren't we just here?

- Yeah, you know me and

strip clubs, Rodriguez.

So let's pan up the blood.

Tag his face, and then

we'll whip over to the neck.

Uh, the wound on the neck.

And then we'll pull back out

for the wide.

- Beautifully gratuitous.

- Hey!

What the hell

are you doing here?

Hi, Detective, Jerry Simon,

Jerry Simon Says.

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