The Hidden

Drop it!

Freeze!

Get down behind something.

Somebody get the police!

Get down! Go!

He went that way

in a black Ferrari. Go!

Suspect is heading...

Look out!

Now in pursuit.

Wilshire at Parkview...

Suspect is currently...

Stop! Oh, my God!

Yeah, that's him, all right.

That's Jack.

Real nice man.

Kind of quiet.

Real gentleman.

When was the last time

you saw him?

Oh, I haven't seen him in...

about a week.

What did he do, rob a bank?

Tom, we've got to move.

They've got DeVries.

High-speed pursuit,

West Hollywood.

Thanks.

Phillips.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

All right, Johnson,

back here with me.

Watch your ass, guys.

Hey, Beck.

How many units

you got in pursuit, Sandy?

Two.

How long?

I wouldn't go for coffee.

There he is.

Give me that.

Tommy, come on!

Mr. DeVries' condition

is deteriorating.

We'll have to move him

back to intensive care.

Think he'll make it, doc?

With all the trauma,

it's a miracle he's still alive.

I doubt he'll last the night.

Good.

Keep us up to date,

will you, doc?

Detective Beck.

No one deserves

to die like that.

I don't care

what the man's done.

He killed twelve people,

wounded twenty-three more...

stole six cars,

mostly Ferraris...

robbed eight banks,

six supermarkets...

four jewelry stores,

and a candy shop.

Six people he carved

with a butcher knife.

Two of them were kids.

If anybody deserves

to go that way...

it sure in the hell was him.

Look, Ed,

Tom Beck is the best I've got.

If I give him to you,

I'll never get him back.

My department will crumble...

crime will run rampant...

the city will fall into ruin...

hordes will control the streets,

and life as we know it will end.

I don't want Willis.

I want Beck.

Senator's coming to announce

he's running for president.

He's gotten some threats.

You don't want some ass

blowing him away.

Ed, Willis is a better man now.

He's been with Beck

for over a year.

Give him another shot.

Send Beck to my office, John.

Lieutenant Masterson.

Yeah, I'm Masterson.

Who are you?

Lloyd Gallagher, FBI.

What can I do for you?

I'm following a suspect.

I need some local

law enforcement help.

I spoke with your captain.

He assigned me

a Detective Thomas Beck.

All right.

Beck. This is agent

Lloyd Gallagher, FBI, Seattle.

You'll be working with him

the next few days.

I'm in the middle of a case.

Am I supposed to drop this?

Doesn't anybody

say please anymore?

Please.

Oh. How can I refuse?

You can't.

Bureau's getting them younger

every day now.

Must get them

right out of high school.

Don't put it on my desk.

Do not put that on my desk.

Give me a break.

I haven't seen my wife

in a month.

She's fine.

I was with her last night.

She said to say hello.

Sends you a big kiss.

She's getting fat.

Yeah, a beer belly or something.

So who we looking for,

public enemy number one?

His name is Jack DeVries.

- Stockbroker?

- Right.

How long you been after him?

About a month.

A month, huh?

Why don't you go

buy yourself a drink?

Why?

He's in the hospital.

He's dying.

- Which hospital?

- St. Joseph's.

First and Main.

He ain't going anywhere.

What's your hurry?

Clear.

Still no rhythm.

Can you feel a pulse?

Nothing.

OK. Let's try it again.

Clear.

Doctor, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

What happened?

I don't know.

Doctor.

I got one patient

dead on the floor.

Are you saying

a man in his condition...

walked the hell out of here?

He left when I went after you.

What do you mean?

Can I help you?

FBI.

Mr. Miller has an extremely

bad stomach condition.

Severe gastritis.

His heart deteriorated

to where we had to schedule...

a triple bypass.

Yesterday afternoon

he had a massive coronary...

but today it was as if he just...

Got up and walked out.

I can't really explain it...

but I know that's not the man

you're looking for.

Jonathan Miller would never

do anything to break the law.

He's a very kind,

honest gentleman.

Grandpa!

What are you,

stupid or something?

I'm talking to you, wank.

I said I'm...

I'm going to kill you.

A**hole.

Beck, we should get started.

On what?

I got a news flash for you...

DeVries is dead.

Who's this,

public enemy number two?

His name is Jonathan P. Miller.

I need to find him.

Get away. Do not put that...

Beck, it wasn't funny

the first time.

This better be good.

Quite the desperado.

Still handing out

the death penalty...

for unpaid traffic tickets?

I don't do traffic tickets.

You got a body at a record shop

on Melrose and Stanley.

What is it, a full moon?

How's it going, Sarge?

Hey, Frankie, how's it going?

You check the back room?

Yeah. It's clear.

What have we got here?

Hey, Beck, there's a witness.

Apparently she came in

right after it happened.

She got a good look at the guy.

Where is she?

Right here.

Yeah. He was carrying a radio.

What are you doing here?

I'm checking on a couple

of traffic tickets.

Come here.

Sanchez, call the coroner.

See if he can come

sometime today.

That way over there.

How tall would you say he was?

What does this

have to do with you?

You're out of line.

The guy you want is dead.

Your job is done.

I suggest you take

the next flight to Seattle.

How we doing here?

Hey, Sarge.

What do you think?

Is this him?

It's him.

Brem, print this

and circulate it.

Put out a felony warrant

on Jonathan P. Miller...

armed and dangerous.

Shall we get started?

You have that picture of Miller?

Use this instead.

How did you know about Miller?

He worked with DeVries.

Pulling illegal U-turns?

He didn't have a record

till two weeks ago.

Long before that.

Not according to our files.

No. According to our files.

If you want my help,

tell me what's going on.

A criminal's come to your city.

You've been assigned

to help me find him.

If it's that simple...

why's the Bureau

sending you down here?

You don't have

anything on Miller...

because he's always

changing his identity.

You didn't have anything

on DeVries...

until you caught up

with him as DeVries.

Before that,

he was Arvin J. Lusk.

Before that, William Butler.

Miller does the same thing.

This is the closest I've been.

He's got to be stopped

before he moves again.

We'll take my car.

Let's go.

Bureau must be paying

pretty good these days.

Pretty good.

Mind me asking how much

one of these costs?

How much?

I don't know.

You don't know.

What did you do, steal it?

Hey, can you turn that down?

Order up on number three.

One coffee, right?

Senator Holt is drawing a crowd

wherever he goes.

The senator, who was expected

to announce his candidacy...

for president

in Los Angeles tomorrow...

is in town to dedicate a new

branch of Child Help U.S.A.

The work of this organization...

in bettering the lives

of young people here...

stands as an example...

that government

can and should serve...

the needs of the small

as well as the giant.

Senator, is it true...

you'll be announcing

your campaign plans Tuesday?

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