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got shot and ran away.

- Oh, my God!

- Shut down the arena.

- Sh*t. Is he dead? - Get on your goddam

radio and shut down the arena!

- Hey, be careful!

- Let go of me!

- What happened to you?

- Would you please ju...

- What's going on? Come back here!

- Let go of me!

Let's get this gurney up!

Let's go!

Come on, make a hole through there!

Get that crowd outta the way!

Come on! Tell him to bring that ambulance

through the main entrance into the arena tunnel!

You're gonna be all right.

You are gonna be all right, Charles.

You're going to the hospital right now. You're

gonna be okay. You have my word on that.

Come on, come on! Get those people

outta the tunnel! Move it, there!

He's gonna die, Rick.

This is my fault.

I should never have left my seat.

I opened up a sight line.

I was off the deck. What the hell

was I doing? This is my fault!

What the hell is the matter with you? Don't

talk sh*t like that where people can hear.

You don't understand. I pulled rank on

regular detail and took command of security.

I told them the secretary would be better

protected with me running the operation...

...because I know the area, the layout of

the arena and the local law enforcement.

I get assigned, I step out of position, the

secretary takes a bullet in the throat.

- Why were you out of position? - I should never

have left him. I could be court-martialled!

That is not gonna happen! We're not gonna

let that happen. Do you understand?

You are not going to prison,

so you just forget about that!

All right, back up.

Why were you out of position?

The girl... The redhead...

I went over to check her out.

She ran, and

I followed her up here.

Don't say "redhead" and don't say

"girl." Say "suspicious character."

You followed a suspicious character,

and when you got up here...

...you saw an assassin fire,

so you took him out, end of story.

Rick, leaving my post is dereliction

of duty. It's gross negligence.

You killed the assassin!

You saved the day!

You're a hero, Kevin. That's what

happened, and that's how we'll spin it.

- It wasn't procedure.

- Screw procedure!

Look, who do you think

you're talking to?

I'm not some beat cop that needs

you to plant a piece for him.

Kevin, if there's one thing I know,

it's how to cover my ass.

I see this sh*t happen

every day.

What you say and do right this minute

is gonna change the rest of your life.

Go to confession later,

but don't bury yourself now!

Clear it out! Comin' through.

Those are state cops.

They're gaming enforcement.

They're gonna try and muscle us,

but we're not gonna let that happen.

If we're first contact when the feds get

here, everybody writes from our report...

...and your story holds up

because we say so.

We just gotta keep

all the media outta here till then.

How long will it take

the feds to get here?

No comment.

This is an active investigation.

F.B.I.'s gotta come from Trenton,

so that's an hour...

...maybe an hour and a half

with the storm.

So we just gotta fight these guys for an hour

and a half, and you're in the clear, okay?

- I can't lie, Rick.

- It isn't lying!

You just tell 'em what you did right,

and you leave out the rest!

Shouldn't even be here.

This is a crime scene.

Or you can throw away

your whole career.

Gordon Pritzker, Division of Gaming Enforcement.

What the hell is going on here?

an officer-involved shooting.

Secretary Kirkland

was shot in the neck.

Paramedics just wheeled him out,

and that's the perpetrator.

Security detail leader

took him out during the shooting.

That's right.

Commander Kevin Dunne. I'm with D.O.D.

- Who are you?

- Atlantic City, Major Crimes.

- I'll take it now.

- No, bullshit you will.

This isn't my blood, all right?

It's the secretary's. I was

sitting right in front of him.

I'm a homicide detective and a material

witness. This is mine about six different ways!

A.C. Cops got no

business in the casino.

This is strictly D.G.E.

and state police.

We're not on the casino floor, Gordo!

And this arena ain't the Millennium yet!

It's Atlantic City, New Jersey,

and that belongs to me!

I'm acting case agent until relieved

by appropriate federal authority!

Now, you want to help, you go tell your men

to get all the media outta here right now!

Unless you want the 9:00 news

to give the secretary's wife and kids...

...a close-up look

at his internal organs.

Phil, Jim, make this whole

arena a crime scene. Shut it down.

Nobody goes in or out till

the main investigating party gets here.

You're the one who told them

to seal the doors?

You can't hold 14,000 people

in these goddam exit tunnels!

Yes, we did,

and yes, we can.

Those are 14,000

eyewitnesses!

- Excuse me...

- We can just take as long as it takes...

...to get 14,000 addresses

and 14,000 phone numbers...

...and take 14,000 pictures,

now that I think about it.

Let's get the hell

outta here.

You're home free, baby.

All right.

The woman who ran away...

You said, she, uh...

she took something. What was it?

- It was in a manila envelope about this big.

- What did she look like?

Caucasian, late 20's,

dressed in white, blood everywhere.

She had a blonde wig,

dark hair underneath.

All right. You stay here with

every uniform you can get.

I'll run a top-to-bottom and find her.

You guys, come with me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Commander Dunne, sir?

Could you give us the identity

of the assassin, please?

- Sir, how does it feel to be a hero?

- Hey, you, get outta here.

We told you never to talk to the people

here. No press in the arena.

I said no press inside the arena, Lou.

Not in the arena!

Hey, I could see why you want

these other a**holes outta here...

...but I didn't think

you were talking about me too!

- You know what kind of break this is for me?

- You can't show this.

Look at the mess on the floor. The guy's got

a family. Have a heart, for Christ's sakes.

All right. I won't shoot

the spaghetti, then.

Come on. Whenever

they make statements...

...they always have one pool reporter

asking all the questions.

That's the way they do it.

Come on. Let me be the guy.

- Have you got the playback for the

pay-per-view up there? - Yeah, right up here.

Look, you don't know what

this would mean to me, Rick.

You think I want to do this, this

pay-per-view sh*t for the rest of my life?

Do you know how Rather

got his break?

- The goddam Kennedy assassination!

- Ah, you make me sick, Lou.

Hey, if you're gonna be on TV,

who better asking you the questions...

...than your old pal Lou, huh?

Plus, I can have two grand cash

in an hour and a half.

You are a disgusting

human being.

Hey, five grand in an hour.

- Congratulations, Lou. You're the guy!

- Yes!

Hook up out in the hallway. I don't

want to see one TV camera inside.

- Right.

- This whole arena's a crime scene.

Hey, Rick, I gotta tell you, I will

always be there for you, my friend.

Oh, yeah. See if you can find me

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