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You'll have to wait

till next Tuesday.

Bye, guys. Thank you.

And now Capitol Hill.

An old ship

is making new waves...

It's your table, honey.

Don't look at me.

How far is St. Joseph's

from here?

About a mile.

Why?

Which direction?

We'll start up here

and work back.

You're calling the shots now?

I know how the suspect operates.

There's little time.

How do you know Miller

was at the hospital?

A hunch.

What, was he visiting DeVries?

Just tell me. Let's cut out

the Twenty Questions.

We're on the same side.

Miller came from the hospital.

He was there to see DeVries.

That's illuminating.

That solves everything.

Miller doesn't have a chance.

Why would he kill a guy...

for a lousy hundred dollars

and a radio?

'Cause he likes it.

He sees something he wants,

he steals it.

Something gets in his way,

he kills it.

And right now,

he's hiding out in your city.

You're talking about Miller.

Sounds more like DeVries.

Could you be a little confused?

So, you impressed?

I'm impressed.

That's because this car

makes an impression.

The question is,

do I trade in my Mercedes...

or just hang on to it?

I want this car.

I'll bet you do, dear.

Shall we go to my office?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Sir, please.

Don't. Don't.

It's not a toy.

Just let me finish

with this gentleman...

and I'll show you another car.

I want this car.

This car is sold.

Thank you.

Hey, buddy.

I'm buying this car.

Don't touch it.

We get occasional mental cases.

I'll take care of it.

Eddie!

Come in.

Hey, d*ckhead.

What do you think you're doing?

I need the keys.

Fine.

Out of the car.

Don't come back.

I won't be as friendly

next time.

What is your problem?

You understand English?

Beat it!

You want a broken nose,

you got it.

What was that?

Just a backfire.

Not one of yours, I hope.

No way, my friend.

Have some more.

It's good stuff.

Thank you.

How you doing?

Feeling good now, huh?

You'll feel good when you do

a hundred with this baby.

A hundred? In the city?

In the city.

Where else?

Anybody can do it

on the freeway.

I'm busy!

I want the car!

What the hell is that wacko

still doing here?

Give me a minute.

What the hell is Eddie

doing out there?

Oh, my God.

I need the keys.

Give him the keys.

I just signed the paper.

Give him the f***ing keys!

Thank you.

We got a couple of cars

out there with plates on them.

One, a three-oh-eight,

to Anthony Mercurio.

Another one, a Mercedes

registered to Anchor lmports.

I think it's this stiff's here.

No name.

His wallet was lifted.

We're running it down now.

Anybody contacted the owner?

It's in the works.

Contact him. Check inventory

for anything missing.

They were finishing a deal

for a red Mondial.

It's not here.

He took it.

How do you know?

He likes Ferraris.

Put out a want and felony

warrant on the Ferrari.

Gotcha.

Come on.

Four dead bodies in four hours.

I want Miller now!

Get in.

We could go over there.

F*** off!

Know what bothers me

about DeVries and Miller?

Neither has a criminal record.

Both led normal lives,

and now they're killing people.

You read minds,

or was that a shot in the dark?

I read minds.

Oh, yeah?

What was I just thinking?

That I'm full of sh*t.

Impressive.

Not really.

Pretty simple to read.

I don't read minds.

Are you doing your job,

or is this something personal?

I guess you could say

it's personal.

He killed my partner.

Which one?

Which one killed your partner?

Both.

I'm surprised the Bureau

let you stay on the case.

I hear they're not big

on revenge.

What would you do?

As a cop?

As a man.

I lost a partner once.

We'll get Miller.

Buckley owns Anchor lmports...

which owns the Mercedes.

Let's see if Mr. Buckley

has a record.

Looks like this guy's

an arms dealer.

Carrying a concealed weapon...

possession

of narcotics for sale...

firearms possession...

Another law-abiding citizen,

huh?

What the hell is that?

Flamethrower.

You believe it?

Patrol grabbed it

from some homeboy on the street.

What happened to the days

of zip guns?

Get two units

to his home and office now.

Sanchez.

Homicide.

Sure, hold on.

Beck, I think it's your wife.

Hi. No, I'm sorry.

About fifteen minutes.

Hold on. What are you

doing for dinner?

Sorry. I got plans.

You know, ladies.

Not you, Sanchez.

No plans.

I'm bringing somebody

for dinner.

You coming?

I suppose you live in a castle.

Apartment.

One bedroom, one bath.

Want a beer or something?

Whatever you're having.

"She climbed up

on his long tail...

"and walked up his back.

"When she was comfortable,

they walked on.

"They reached the end

of the forest...

"and the fairy princess

began to laugh with joy.

"There was the shiny castle

on the mountaintop..."

And here's Daddy.

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, baby.

How was your day?

Interesting.

Hi, Daddy.

How's my girl?

Boy!

Did you feed your turtle?

Wait till you see

the painting she did.

She's got it

on the refrigerator already.

Who've we got for dinner?

FBI.

Well, at least they're polite.

I'm sorry. I didn't know

you were standing there.

Honey, this is Lloyd Gallagher.

This is my wife Barbara.

It's very nice to have you

with us, Lloyd.

It's nice to be here, Barbara.

I don't mean to disturb you.

That's OK.

Come on in.

This is our daughter Juliet.

Want to say good night

to Mr. Gallagher?

Good night, baby.

Well, um... Tommy tells me

you're from Seattle.

I'm sorry?

You're from Seattle?

Where you're going back to

when you're done here.

Yes.

I'll go home when I'm finished.

Is that where

you're from originally?

From?

Where did you grow up?

What's that, north?

I have some relatives up north.

What town?

Ras Alhague.

And that's in the United States?

Well, I never heard of that one.

Your little girl.

She's very...

special.

Yeah, I think so.

You love her.

Yes, we love her.

She's our daughter.

Don't FBI agents

love their kids?

Tommy, I don't think he...

What about you?

You married?

- I was.

- Kids?

- One.

- Divorced?

My wife is dead.

She and my little girl...

were killed by the man

who killed my partner.

I'm very sorry.

Take it all off!

I love you, darling!

I love you!

That's my wife

you're talking about!

Freddie, can I have

a bourbon and soda?

You got it.

OK.

Hey, buddy, you OK?

I said are you OK?

You look kind of pasty.

I'm fine.

Sure.

This is six Adam forty-two

requesting assistance.

We have located missing Ferrari.

Where?

I'm on my way.

Let's go, Lloyd.

We got to get going.

They found the Ferrari.

Brought you some Alka-Seltzer.

It's Alka-Seltzer.

You put it in water

and drink it.

Lloyd, as a friend...

stay away from alcohol.

Give me a break.

Hey, pal, the show's over, OK?

Can you take it outside, please?

Please?

Hey, Robbie!

All right, man, come on.

Let's go!

Sh*t!

Hey, officer!

We didn't do nothing!

We're clean.

Hey, baby.

How you doing?

Hey, where you going?

I thought the show was inside.

Stay away from that Ferrari,

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