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Your memory

becoming clearer?

I never saw him before.

No?

Son of a b*tch!

Get his goddamn legs.

Want another piece

of him?

No, I got to

take a leak.

Luke!

You keep him warmed up

till I get back, huh?

Huh?

Uhh!

Hey, Luke! I said

don't kill the bastard!

I'll be right back!

Ha ha ha ha.

Hoo hoo ha ha ha.

Try it,

and it's history.

Luke!

He's got a knife on me!

Bring the guy

in here, alone, man.

Let him go.

I'll blow your

friend's head off.

Some friends you got.

I didn't come

to negotiate, Bud.

Aah! Don't bargain with him,

you a**hole! He'll cut my dick off!

Now slide the piece

over here.

And let him go.

You ok?

Yeah.

Pick up the gun

and get the keys

out of my pocket.

Pull the car out front,

and when you're

ready, honk.

What about you?

I'll be out directly.

Hey... hey, man,

he... he let the guy go.

W-W-Why don't you

do likewise, huh?

I mean, that...

that was the deal.

Deal?

Who said anything

about a deal?

What?

Wha... W-What are you

going to do?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, please. Aah!

Oh! Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank you.

Still itching

for a fight, Bud?

Come on and get

some of this.

It's ok, Bob!

Yee-haw!

Ha ha ha!

Goddamn!

Nothin' like a little excitement

to get the old blood a-pumpin'!

Hey,

what you looking for?

Looking for them.

Someone following us?

Not yet.

Yeah, that's because it takes time

to change a flat tire.

Did you slash

their tires?

Yeah...

Hell, no.

I'd have been

there all night.

How you feelin'?

Must've got worked over

pretty good.

I'll live.

Thanks.

Yeah, feeling's mutual,

partner.

Hey...

I heard you were

in early.

Forensics did find a hair

in that second bed.

They're pushing it

through.

And we isolated 20 unknowns

in the videotapes.

I ran into Billy Coogan

last night.

He said we're leading McGinnis

Did you end up calling in

the Fed boys on those motel killings?

No. Why?

'Cause it looks like

we've got company.

You ever see anything

like that before?

Yes.

I'll see ya, Buck.

Good luck out there today.

Have a good day, Jim.

Make sure

you stop by the polls.

Sheriff Olmstead.

Sally.

It's coming,

sheriff.

Care for some breakfast,

Mr. Lacrosse?

Oh, no, thank you.

So...

what can we do

for the FBI today?

You have 2 bodies

in the morgue.

I need the car that was

taken from the motel.

Take a number.

Time is critical,

sheriff.

Time is always critical,

Mr. Lacrosse.

What makes you so sure that we're

talkin' about the same killer here?

Excuse me.

Severed femoral artery,

single incisions,

inch,

inch and a half deep.

You've seen the bodies.

No prints, no weapon,

no witnesses.

I know this killer,

sheriff,

and when he kills,

he moves fast,

and the only chance

you have of catching him

is to find out

what he's driving

or to be

incredibly lucky.

Do you mind if I call you

by your first name, Frank?

Now, you say

you know this killer.

You got

a physical description?

Height? Weight?

Hair color?

Male between the ages

of 20 to 50,

medium to large build,

from a western state.

Probably spent a lot

of time in the east.

Well, that really narrows the field

down, doesn't it, Frank?

He's a serial killer,

sheriff.

Well, the serial killers

we've dealt with

didn't seem to want to have

their victims found.

This one does.

Sally, bring me a cup

to go, please.

Right up, Buck.

Well, who knows, Frank?

Maybe we'll both

get lucky today.

Hey, Oscar.

Hey, Buck.

Well, the city police

spotted the car about 4 a.m.

The officers tailed it here,

and then instead of waiting for backup,

one of the cops

followed him inside...

Course, that's when the suspect

started shooting.

Just beautiful.

Yeah, well, he's holed up

in back someplace.

Of course, McGinnis has got

his whole swat team here now,

and he won't let any of

our deputies near the place.

Course not. Hell, the TV trucks

might show up any minute.

Speak of the devil.

Could I have

your flashlight, please?

Damn.

All dressed up.

Well, Buck, come to see

how a real operation is done?

I declare, Jack,

you must have calluses from patting

yourself on the back so much.

Why don't you just

give me the facts here?

Hold this, please.

Yes, sir.

Oh, my God.

What the hell's

going on over there?

Bill!

Christ. Allen's down.

We can't reach him.

We're falling back.

Bill. Bill!

Allen's hit.

He's in the room.

I need instructions.

Over.

Get him out

of there, Jack.

Is he alone?

Who

the hell's this?

Jack, this is

Frank Lacrosse, FBI.

Ask him.

Listen, mister,

I got a man down...

Ask him!

Bill, is he alone?

Can't tell.

He says he's holding

a knife on one of them.

Bill, where are you

in relation to the room?

We're down the hall,

northwest stairwell.

Hey! Hey!

Bill, you're about to have

some company. Stop him!

I got a family

in here!

Give me a 2-way

in here right now!

I want a radio!

Only one down?

Yeah.

Sir, Chief McGinnis

said that...

Sh*t. He's going

into the room.

Shut that door!

If he gets one

of my men killed...

Well, that'd make you look

real bad, wouldn't it, Jack?

All this TV coverage,

you in charge.

What's going on

out there?

I swear to God, I'll start

cutting in here!

Who the f*** are you?

I said I negotiate

only by radio.

Answer me!

Are you blind, man?

I got a knife!

I see it.

Uh-uh. They don't go anywhere,

or I cut him.

They don't

have a choice.

Man, I don't know

who you are,

but I'm gonna

make you pay.

Before you do...

I just want to ask you

one question.

Question?

You're crazy.

Where'd you get the car?

I ain't answerin'

any of your f***... aah!

Who fired that shot?

It came from inside

the apartment.

Now... where did you

get the car?

Car...

The car...

from the motel.

Get in there. Now.

I don't know nothin'

about a motel.

I boosted it

a couple hours ago.

Where?

Where?!

Sutherland's.

Where'd this come from?

In the car.

Along with a body.

Well,

thanks a lot, Frank.

public service,

and you just wiped the slate clean

with one quick, easy stroke.

What are you

talking about?

Oh, hell. Never mind.

I'm glad you

caught the killer.

He's not the killer.

Good morning.

Ha ha ha.

God... damn!

Your 7 a.m.

wake-up call.

You know, you could have

just given me a shake.

I wake easily.

My God.

Hungry?

Hector Saldez...

armed robbery, conviction

of second-degree murder in Oklahoma,

and now caught in possession

of a murder victim's wallet and car.

All you've got on him

is possession of a stolen vehicle.

He didn't know about the wallet

till I showed it to him.

I bet he didn't even know

there was a body in the car.

Says you. Ballistics have

already matched the gun

he used on my men as the one used

to cap that John Doe in the car.

Any more

theories?

Jack, I think all

Frank's trying to say here

is we need

to keep our options open.

There's no "we"

in this, Buck.

I have the suspect

in custody,

and as soon as I get

the green light from the D.A.,

I'm going to announce

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