Hard To Kill

Come on. Let's go, guys.

I'm missing the Oscars.

Hey, Calabrese, nice to see you again.

- This is the friend I told you about.

- Good to meet you.

Calabrese...

...I know you.

Who are these other mystery guests?

Murder is a very serious

business, my friend.

And an expensive one.

You'll be very well compensated,

Mr. Calabrese.

Money now, and a lot more

when I get in that office.

You can take that to the bank.

Slowly. Slowly.

And always with caution.

Listen to me! I want you to turn

Senator Caldwell into a memory.

I'm not waiting for him

to die of natural causes.

All I'm counseling is a little patience.

The man is public.

He's in the papers every day.

Next time I read about him,

I want it in the obituaries.

Who are you?

Get out of the shadows.

Enough bullshit.

Can you do the job or not?

If you can't...

We'll do it.

Gentlemen, enough bickering.

This is business.

We understand each other.

Then let's just stick to business.

It's a light plane.

A Lear P-61.

We want it to take off,

but we don't want it to land.

You told me this dock was clean.

Mikey! Quit playing

with yourself back there.

Get that bastard!

I don't want him to get an hour older!

He won't, Mr. Assemblyman.

No kidding.

- And the winner is...

- Ben Kingsley for "Gandhi!"

Amigo, are you deaf?

Storm on three.

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 sh*t.

Him and his pet cockroach, Valerio.

On film and audio, laying out a hit.

Two guys I couldn't make out,

but I think they'll come up on the 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.

- How you doing tonight?

- What can I do for you?

Got champagne?

Right next to the caviar.

- That was funny.

- Great.

In the big cooler in back.

How come you're not watching

the Oscars tonight?

I hate the Oscars.

You're not having a good time?

Who needs the goddamn movies?

I got a show in here every night.

I got horror, sex...

...freaks, violence.

And I don't have to pay no 4 bucks.

You should film it.

Get your own show.

l'll be great in a porno.

Better dial 911.

You don't want to call 911.

Holy sh*t!

You remember me, viejo?

You remember.

He grew some hair

since we last seen him.

Where's the rug?

You know what I want.

Go ahead!

Move!

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.

Let's go, hero!

That's it, right here.

What are you grinning at?

You know...

...there's only four of you guys...

...and you only have

one shot left in here.

Go low, man!

Get the maricon, man!

Get off the floor!

Get him!

l'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.

l'll throw it away.

What if I show you

what it's like to be a victim?

- Come on.

- You're f***ing dead, man!

It's still not fair.

Okay, l'll get down on my knees.

Better?

Come on.

Looks like you won the Oscar, Storm.

You'll be very well compensated,

Mr. Calabrese.

And there's more

when I get in that office.

You can take that to the bank.

I know that voice.

Is that you, honey?

Yeah, baby.

In the flesh.

What are you doing?

Come on.

I'm raiding the icebox.

I gave up my diet for Lent.

Champagne?

Does that put you in the mood?

Think this could do it?

I had to bribe him to go to bed

with six cookies...

...and a glass of orange juice.

I wish I could sleep like that.

Maybe I can help you.

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.

You know there's a trick...

...to getting what you want

in your prayers.

You ask for things for other people,

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 I 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.

Very good.

Good night, Dad.

Sleep well, champ.

Here's to us.

I had a shitty day.

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.

I'm in a silly mood.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'm ready.

What?

Motherfuckers!

Mason!

Sweet dreams.

Becker! Storm on three!

I got the coke on the dresser.

Put yours in the nightstand.

I got it.

Got all the tapes?

A shitload. Hurry!

Just hurry!

The kid!

Get that kid and kill him!

That f***ing Storm!

Get your ass in the van

and stop complaining.

- What the f*** happened?

- Another dead a**hole! Let's go!

Assemblyman Trent,

when did you meet Mason Storm?

I've known him since I was...

Jesus Christ!

...City Attorney and...

...he was a young...

...homicide detective.

We worked together...

...on several cases.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Assemblyman Vernon Trent, distraught

over the loss of an officer he knew.

A terrible set of circumstances

here outside the emergency room...

...and a calamity-filled

mob scene of policemen...

What makes people do this?

Would somebody please tell me that!

Hulland!

Captain Hulland!

Is he a national treasure?

You know they always said

Storm was superhuman.

That's because he was always

jacked up on coke.

You listen to me.

I'm going to tell you something.

He was clean. He had more honor

than this whole department put together.

If I ever hear you

talk that puke again...

...l'll put you where you belong.

What the f*** is I.A. doing here?

- Taking over the show.

- Bullshit!

This is Homicide, not Internal Affairs.

We got 2 cops down,

money and drugs everywhere.

This is from the Commissioner.

Capt. Hulland?

Storm is dead.

O'Malley...

...I know you and Storm were tight.

For what it's worth...

...I'm sorry.

The most unstoppable

son-of-a-b*tch I ever knew.

He got stopped tonight.

Excuse me.

Are you with the police?

Lt. O'Malley.

What do you got?

A live cop is what I've got.

- Lieutenant, what's happening?

- No comment. It's over.

We got a pulse.

Your man's alive, Lieutenant.

Who else knows he isn't dead?

Just the people in here.

I want to see each of them.

And no one else comes in here

as of now. You got that?

Lieutenant, this is still a hospital.

I appreciate your problem.

But I'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 help make that happen.

Until he can give us some answers,

the deader he is, the safer he is.

Don't worry, buddy, I'm in your corner.

...and you can take that to the bank.

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