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in his possession

before he died--

in f***ing drag.

And you

have been linked

to the disappearance

of that money

and child pornography.

And now among the children

you traumatized

by beating up Bozo

were the daughters

of the head

of City General,

the president

of Northeastern Airlines,

and a congresswoman

from the West Side.

Thank you very much.

(Nick)

Was there a congresswoman there?

Was she there?

Jesus Christ,

she sold her videotape of you

to Channel 9.

See, that's it,

videotape.

Exhibit f***ing A,

ladies and gentlemen.

You think I'm crazy.

You think I'm crazy?

Yeah, I'm f***ing crazy.

That's why I went back home:

to get this tape.

See, that son of a b*tch--

you know what he did?

He had a f***ing axe

standing over my--

no, I'm not even

going to tell you about it.

Just watch the tape.

Bingo, proof.

[moaning]

[over TV]

So you up for

the house special?

[Nick over TV]

I'm the assistant

district attorney,

so you're going to have

to follow my orders.

Wait,

we gotta rewind this thing.

It's not the tape I saw,

I swear to you.

That is not

the tape.

That is not the girl

who gave me the clap.

No, all right,

all right.

I retract

that statement.

That is the girl

who gave me the clap,

but that's not her voice.

That's not her voice.

That is not

what she said to me.

That is not what I--

no, that's what I said.

(Priscilla)

Nick? Nick?

I did say that to her,

but she did not say that.

I want you examined

by a psychiatrist.

You ought to check out

Channel 6.

Phones are already

ringing.

[Gail over TV]

A startling development

in the ongoing case

of scandal and alleged

malfeasance

involving Assistant D.A.

Nicholas Styles.

We caution our viewers

that the following material

may be offensive, and it

is not suitable for children.

(Nick)

You see? You see?

For Christ sake,

it's Blake.

It's

a f***ing conspiracy.

It's not like

the AIDS thing,

the AIDS virus and everything.

It's not like that.

It's like

the water in the pool, right?

There's water

in the pool, right?

No, no, there's no water

in the pool.

I get there,

he drugs me up.

There's no water

in the pool.

I take everybody back,

what is there?

There's water

in the pool.

It's up this high.

Okay, all right,

all right.

Appreciate this, now.

All right,

so I'm guilty, right?

Let's say I'm guilty.

I'm not even guilty,

but let's say I'm guilty.

If I'm guilty,

then why would I have two tapes?

I wouldn't have two tapes,

because I didn't have two tapes,

one to go to Channel 6,

because it's not me;

it's Earl Talbott Blake!

Blake is dead.

And you, Nick,

are suspended.

[grunts]

Hey, hey, hey.

Jesus,

I'm sorry, Larry.

What?

Listen to me.

You think I'm going

out of my mind?

No more than usual,

no.

I do want you to take

a nice deep breath

before I show you

what I got.

I contacted the state prison

and talked to them about Blake.

As you could imagine,

he was not exactly

a model prisoner.

Now the best part:

Blake's personal property.

Don't ask how it got

in the back of my car.

Look at this sh*t.

This guy needs

a wake-up call

from the planet Earth.

Oh, my God.

(Larry)

Now, I talked

to a local white supremacist

that we popped

a while back.

I promised him

a fresh white sheet,

and he spilled his guts.

It seems somebody ordered

some phony passport

and two hot tickets

out of the country.

They're supposed

to be picked up tonight

at this bookstore

that's actually

an Aryan Brotherhood

front.

Now, Nick Styles, for the keys

to a brand-new car,

guess who's picking up

the tickets?

[grunts]

(man)

Hey, I got rights.

You can't do this.

Don't poin

your finger at me.

It's not nice.

Hey, you're the D.A.

(Nick)

Wrong.

They fired me.

As a private citizen,

I can kick

anybody's ass I want.

Hey, you're a cop.

Now, you help me.

Sorry, mein Fuehrer,

I'm off duty.

[groans in pain]

All right, all right,

okay, it's true.

They--they ordered

two passports.

Who?

Was it Blake?

Huh?

Was it

Earl Talbott Blake?

I don't know

who it was.

I was going to do

the names when they got here.

(Larry)

It's Kim.

[suspenseful music]

Stop, you f***!

You're

pissing me off.

Halt!

[gunshot]

Where are you going,

tough guy?

[gunshots]

Larry!

Larry?

Hey, Nick?

Catch.

Oh.

Your prints

all over a smoking gun--

instead of mine, ha.

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

See you in court,

counselor!

Nick.

Larry?

You were right

about Blake, partner.

He had to be alive,

right?

Otherwise,

how could he kill me?

[grunts softly]

[ominous music]

[thunder crackles]

[sirens blaring]

It's your boy.

What's up?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

slow down, man.

Whoa, whoa, chill out,

man.

Man, you're trippin',

motherf***er.

You wanna do what?

Motherf***er's

gone crazy, man.

Alice?

(Alice)

Nick, thank God.

We didn't know

what to think.

(Nick)

Listen. Listen to me.

I got no time

to explain.

Get dressed.

No, no,

don't get dressed.

Just get some clothes

for the kids, all right?

Nick?

Just do it.

I don't even see

the climbing gear.

What are you doing?

(Lisa)

Daddy?

Nick, you're scaring

the children.

[girls crying]

Get my brown hiking boots

and my leather gloves,

the insulated ones.

Nick?

Just do what I say,

Alice!

All right, I'm sorry.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Now, we're all in danger,

not from me, though.

I swear to you

I am the same man you married.

Not lately.

Girls, wait here.

Mommy

will be right back.

All right, flares, flares.

[suspenseful music]

Lipstick.

Lipstick.

[man over TV]

We interrupt this program

to bring you

a News 10 special report.

We now go live

to James Ishida.

(Alice)

Honey, we have to go now.

Please put your coat on.

[Ishida over TV]

This is James Ishida

with a News 9 update

on suspended district attorney,

Nicholas Styles.

According

to police authorities,

they have just discovered

the dy of detective--

crash!

Listen,

I'm innocent,

and I'm perfectly sane.

Get in the car.

[helicopter whirring]

(Nick)

Trust me, baby.

You got nothing

to worry about.

You'll be safe

where they're taking you.

(Alice)

I can't believe

you want me and your children

here with these people.

You'll be safer with them

than you are with the police.

Trust me.

Don't even worry about it,

Ms. Styles.

You know,

the feeling is mutual.

My homeboy didn't turn out

exactly how I hoped,

but his monotonous honesty

at least is predictable.

If something happens

to my man,

I don't know who the f***'s

going to take his place.

You gonna be cool

here.

Yo, RC, take care

of these lovely ladies,

and guard 'em

with your life.

You bet.

(RC)

Come on, I got you.

Mommy,

don't leave us.

I don't wanna go.

Let her go.

(RC)

I got you guys.

Let's go.

Listen to me.

You were right before.

I should have trusted you

with everything.

But now you gotta trust me

with everything too.

Now, if you don't love me,

tell me right now,

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