Heat Page #5

We thought we had it.

Thought we had it.

I got an idea...

...on what they're looking at.

Want to know what they're looking at?

I mean, is this guy something,

or is he something?

This crew is good.

You want to know?

What?

Us.

The LAPD.

The police department.

We just got made.

Yeah!

Okay!

Okay, motherf***er!

Kelso come through?

Yeah, you can build a bank with these.

Name is Hanna.

First name, Vincent.

I smeared this sergeant five yards.

Hanna's all over you.

He's on all the work cars.

Michael's house. Shiherlis's.

Not yours. They've been losing you

at night.

He's a hot dog.

Graduate school. Marine Corps.

Lieutenant in Robbery-Homicide.

He's taken down some heavy crews.

He blew away Frankie in Chicago.

He was a f***ing maniac.

He was working narcotics before that.

Divorced twice. Current wife's Justine.

He's why the extra heat.

The vice sergeant...

...says Hanna likes you...

...thinks you're some kind of star.

You do this sharp, that sharp.

Look how sharp this guy is to figure that.

Funny as a heart attack.

Three marriages? Do you think that means

he likes staying home?

Means he's one of those guys out there...

...prowling around all night, dedicated.

With him and this much heat,

you should pass.

It's worth the stretch.

This guy can hit or miss.

You can't miss once.

You sure?

I am sure.

Let's go to the garage.

Where are we going?

Where are you going?

Out.

What are they on?

TAC 9.

They're northbound out LAX on the 405.

We got four ground units.

This is Vincent Hanna in Air 18.

Who have I got?

This is JJ. I'm in Air 40.

Richard Glover's with me.

It's on the 105 eastbound...

...approaching the 110.

Revolving tail?

I got two units in front, three behind.

Have one of them pick me up

at the Vermont on-ramp.

Let's go.

Am I 100 yards, or what?

Am I close or far, or what?

Three hundred yards, center lane.

How're you doing?

What do you say I buy you a cup of coffee?

Yeah, sure. Let's go.

Follow me.

Seven years in Folsom.

In the hole for three.

McNeil before that.

McNeil as tough as they say?

You looking to become a penologist?

You looking to go back?

I chased down some crews. Guys just

looking to f*** up, get busted back.

That you?

You must've worked some dipshit crews.

I worked all kinds.

You see me doing liquor store holdup

with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?

I do not.

Right.

I am never going back.

Then don't take down scores.

I do what I do best.

I take scores. You do what you do best:

Try to stop guys like me.

You never wanted a regular type life?

What is that? The barbecues

and the ball games?

Yeah.

This regular type like your life?

My life? No, my life....

My life's a disaster zone.

I got a stepdaughter so f***ed up...

...because her real father

is this large-type a**hole.

I got a wife.

We're passing each other

on the down slope of a marriage.

My third.

Because I spend all my time

chasing guys like you around the block.

That's my life.

Guy told me one time:

"Don't get attached to anything

you can't walk out on in 30 seconds...

"...if you feel the heat around the corner."

If you're on me and you got to move

when I move...

...how do you expect to keep a marriage?

That's an interesting point.

What are you, a monk?

I have a woman.

What do you tell her?

I tell her I'm a salesman.

So, if you spot me coming

around that corner...

...you'll just walk out on her?

Not say good-bye?

That's the discipline.

That's pretty vacant.

It is what it is.

It's that, or we both better go do

something else.

I don't know how to do anything else.

Neither do I.

I don't want to either.

Neither do I.

You know, I have this recurring dream.

I'm sitting at this big banquet table and...

...all the victims of all the murders

I ever worked are sitting there...

...and they're staring at me

with these black eyeballs...

...because they got eight-ball hemorrhages

from the head wounds.

And there they are,

these big balloon people...

...because I found them two weeks

after they'd been under the bed.

The neighbors reported the smell...

...and there they are...

...all just sitting there.

What do they say?

Nothing.

No talk?

They have nothing to say.

We just look at each other.

They look at me...

...and that's it. That's the dream.

I have one where I'm drowning.

I gotta wake myself up and start breathing

or I'll die in my sleep.

What's that about?

Having enough time.

Enough time...

...to do what you want to do?

That's right.

You doing it now?

No, not yet.

You know, we're sitting here...

...like a couple of regular fellas.

You do what you do,

and I do what I gotta do.

Now that we've been face to face...

...if I'm there and I gotta put you away...

...I won't like it.

But, I tell you...

...if it's between you...

...and some poor bastard whose wife

you're gonna turn into a widow...

...brother...

...you are going down.

There's a flip side to that coin.

What if you do got me boxed in...

...and I gotta put you down?

Because no matter what...

...you won't get in my way.

We've been face to face, yeah.

But I will not hesitate.

Not for a second.

Maybe that'll happen.

Or...

...who knows?

Maybe we'll never see each other again.

They dumped us.

What?

They dumped us.

What do you mean?

Chris slipped away.

He doesn't talk about their scores...

...so there's nothing for me to get

from Marciano. I just tried.

-What about Cheritto?

-Same.

Transponders got put on a bus

to San Clemente.

They dumped all our surveillance?

Yes, at the same time. 9:00 p.m.

I had coffee with McCauley

half an hour ago!

We were on you.

Then McCauley drives in to LAX

where surveillance can't fly over.

His car's still there. He's gone.

Does anybody have any idea

where the f*** these people are?

Hear from him?

Not a thing. And not hearing

bothers me more. Where's this guy?

This guy...

...we put him on.

Says he knows McCauley.

Who are you?

Waingro.

My name's Waingro.

I've been living in this office.

How well do you know him?

We took some major scores together.

Why haven't I heard from him?

He's probably busy right now.

But he's real thorough.

He ain't going to forget about you.

That's reassuring.

I got some moves I could make here.

Probably be a big help to you.

You recognize the grill man?

No.

Folsom.

D-block. Housed with Dobie Rush.

I ain't got my break yet.

Cisco and Pancho didn't show.

Haul out the garbage. Mop up the back.

Take your break later.

Piece of sh*t.

Pick up!

Where the hell is he?

I want to check the slot for the work car.

So did I.

Hang on.

Use the land line. Call me at 103-7206.

Where are you?

There's cops all over me, man,

like a cheap suit.

I can't dump them.

They know you see them?

They're doing parallels.

I can try to dump them again.

How are we going to know if you did?

You'll draw them to us.

Go to Ventura.

Pull them out of here.

I'm sorry. Last thing I wanted to do

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