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a man claiming to be Malak al Rahim

one of the world's most

notorious terrorists.

The man claimed

responsibility for the attack

and told the newspaper

exactly when and where...

Hi, Bill. I forgot all about

you coming here this morning.

Bill, this is Terry.

Terry, this is Bill Stanford.

- One of my best-paying clients.

- My pleasure.

- Nice to meet you.

- I'm sorry for being rude...

but I'm running late, and we have

to go over some business.

Perhaps you could excuse us.

Why don't we take a walk?

We'll be back in a couple of minutes.

Bill, did you see this?

But I would like to say that the police

force and our intelligence agencies

are workin' overtime on this problem.

Yeah. Terrible, isn't it?

Hundreds more were injured,

with several listed as critical.

Many more are feared missing,

and rescue crews

are searching through

the rubble at this hour.

Authorities say positive identification

of some of the bodies may be impossible.

Bill Stanford?

I like that.

What the hell are you doing here?

Now that's a nice way

to talk to an old friend

you haven't seen in three years.

Phil, friends are people who show up

in a bathing suit with a six-pack

not dressed up

like one of the Brooks brothers.

This is company business.

Cut to the chase.

Okay. Malak al Rahim.

That's a lot better.

Yeah.

He left us his handprint

on a telephone booth.

- We need you.

- Give me a break.

Between the C.I.A.,

the F.B.I., the L.A.P.D.

you've got 4.000 men on the street.

- Why would you need me?

- This is a flash point situation, Nick.

We need the best.

Bullshit "the best".

That was three years ago.

I'm working my own scams now.

Who's bullshittin' who?

You and I both know

you hate collecting garbage.

At least I know who my enemies are.

I hate getting stabbed in the back.

Well, that hasn't changed.

But at least we pay well for the risk.

Two hundred in a rearview mirror.

Okay. If it's any consolation

it'll be me watching your back.

$250.000, Nick

if you can get it done in a week.

Who'd know I'm in?

Danny at F.B.I. and... us.

- Lipton?

- That's who I work for.

No surveillance on me?

No interference?

And immunity from prosecution.

What are you bustin' my balls for?

You know goddamn well we

can't promise immunity!

What's the bonus

if I bring him in alive?

Another 50.000.

Okay.

Just wanna know

how much I'm gonna lose

when I blow this scumbag away.

Come on, let's take a ride.

I'm gonna tell Terry first.

Don't bother. She's leaving

you a note right now.

It seems, her friend Bonnie

came down with the flu

so they're gonna need Terry

on the Denver flight.

You tricky bastards.

Sue me. Get in the car.

They figure there were two bombs.

One on the gas main

and one here in the theater.

What do you got?

Bad news, Phil.

We found the detonator.

It was triggered by

a state-of-the-art remote solenoid.

- Very high-tech.

- Satellite quality.

Gives us a place to start.

Wanna go get a beer?

At this hour?

You'll ruin my image.

- Did you get a good shot?

- Yeah, real clean.

- Get it in the pipeline, quick.

- Okay.

We got him.

Randall really doesn't have

much use for you, does he?

Ha! Would you do

what we're doing to a pal?

Your sources are right.

This is the guy. A little bonus.

I've been waiting to kill him

for a long time.

A long time.

- How you doin'?

- Hey, Phil.

Yeah?

And who else?

No, we're on a clean line.

I got a voltage meter

right here on the phone.

Bullshit.

I know you're tapping my phone.

You're watching me.

If somebody's watching you,

Randall, it's not us.

I see.

Must be Santa Claus.

What else is new?

That, switch was NASA stuff.

There's only one distributor

out here in California.

Weber Electronics.

Yeah. Yeah.

And they've accounted

for every one of them except eight.

Seems they had a burglary.

In fact, two.

One in December and one last month.

L.A.P.D.'s got reports on both of them.

We're waiting for them.

I'll get it myself.

You are my sunshine

my only sunshine

you make me happy

when I feel blue

Jesus!

Why the tail?

You're under protective surveillance.

Tell Lipton you lost me.

Danny! Get over here!

The M.O. on both burglaries

is very similar.

Yeah, but we got that guy

in the December burglary.

Dumb schmuck thought Weber

Electronics was a stereo warehouse.

Nailed him in a week.

He's been sittin' in county ever since.

- I wanna talk to him.

- That's hard, Nickel.

Today.

That's harder.

What kind of case you workin' on?

It'll pay enough

to get the boat finished.

Make the call.

You son of a b*tch.

That bull's-eye is back.

You remember the number?

Look, I told you.

I don't know nothin'

about no second burglary.

All I know is you got me

locked up in this f***in' cage.

We're wasting time.

Quieres un cafe?

- Crema y azucar.

- You heard him.

Cream and sugar, and black for me.

I'm not leavin' you

alone with him, Randall.

He's my responsibility.

Make sure it's fresh...

And real hot.

Sorry, Luis.

- Hiya, Danny.

- Hi.

I like the cigar.

- Let me f***in' go!

- Who did you sell your M.O. to?

- A name. A name.

- F...Farnsworth, a**hole!

Farnsworth!

Spell it.

Honey, horse-sh*t wrestling's on.

You want your dinner, or what?

The way you cook, who gives a sh*t?

The bell will ring any minute now

for this exhibition match

between the Lone Strangler

and the Argentine gaucho,

Guillermo Martelli.

- What is that, mystery meat?

- I'll give you mystery meat.

Get that.

This is my favorite show.

You get that.

Sh*t.

What do you think of

the Strangler's chances?

Jack, I think the Strangler's got...

Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'.

Who is it?

I'm looking for Farnsworth.

- Who wants him?

- A friend of Luis Sanchez.

You buyin' or sellin'?

Collecting.

What the f***?

What the f*** are you doin', man?

Hey, this is my house.

Get the f*** outta my house!

- Hey, I'm talkin' to you, goldilocks!

- You don't pay your bills.

What the f*** does that... put the...

where you goin' with my golf.

You play? Get outta there.

Play what?

- Luis says you ripped him off.

- Yeah?

The son of a b*tch is a liar.

I paid him the thousand dollars.

I sent the goddamn Cuban cigars.

I even tried to get

his prison sentence shortened.

I couldn't get to anybody.

What the f*** does he want?

More.

He's getting out tomorrow.

Man needs an uzi.

Five hundred bucks

and he's got an uzi.

I'd like to know

the name of the rag head

you sold the detonators to.

You said you didn't sell

nothin' dangerous to those Arabs!

Shut up!

- You shut up!

- Everything's in the garage!

Everything!

The guns, the records!

I want all that stuff out!

I didn't want him to do any of this!

Relax.

You made it out of Nam alive,

didn't you?

Yeah.

That's too bad.

A lot of good guys didn't.

Yeah, Phil, I got a name.

Abdul Renza. R-E-N-Z-A.

Student at U.C.L.A.

I need an address, license plate...

Anything you can get.

And tell Lipton to pull

the surveillance on my boat.

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