Wanted: Dead or Alive Page #3

Don't give me that bullshit.

I not only made the bastard,

I marked him for you.

Yeah.

The sequence of events

is very important.

First we have to create enough heat.

These four tanks

all contain flammable liquids.

They have to be ruptured

with an incendiary device.

Then this tank here containing oxygen

and this one containing hydrogen

have to be blown in that order.

That will increase the heat

and create water vapor.

The next thing is to blow

the refrigeration system

and the methyl isocyanate tank.

When that tank blows

the M.I.C. will become aerosol.

The prevailing winds will do

the rest of your job for you.

Conservative estimate:

30.000 dead.

This will make Bhopal, India

look like a minor traffic accident.

Yeah. Hi, Phil.

How you doing?

I'm at a drive-in having dinner.

Did you get me the address?

Yeah.

I know where that is.

Yeah. I got it.

And a black Mercedes 450SL.

Isn't it nice to have money?

Yeah. Talk to you later.

Yeah.

This is 1436.

Run a sweep on my line, will you?

I'll hold.

All clear? Thank you.

Randall sure is fast.

Faster than I gave him credit for.

We're gonna have to haul ass to,

make this thing happen.

- Where is he now?

- Somewhere downtown. He's in his car.

Your Arab contact is what...

six, seven layers away from Malak?

Randall's downtown.

If I knew that, we wouldn't have

to set up Randall. Would we?

What's your leak-time, Henderson?

It usually takes a couple of hours

for stuff to run the grapevine.

We have to slow down Randall.

Then I'll take care of that too.

- Slow down Nick.

- Come in, Walker.

All right.

Philmore Walker,

this is Dave Henderson.

- He's in from Denver.

- Phil's the name.

- How do you do?

- Nice to meet you.

You should get yourself an electric.

Think of the money

you will save in band-aids.

That's very good.

I...I think I'll take your advice.

- How's your boy doin'?

- Good.

He's zeroed in on the suspect

that bought the solenoids.

Terrific. Do we give him backup?

You wanna get some guys killed?

I don't understand.

He already beat the sh*t

out of one poor bastard

this morning he thought

we had following him.

Every law enforcement agency

in this country is on this case.

It's possible that someone

is following him.

- But not from this office?

- Not from this office.

You got the address, right?

Alteransa.

Wilshire and Arden. Okay.

Amir.

Here he comes.

- Yeah?

- Watch your back.

Target's been delayed.

Malak.

Unit 23.

Unit 23.

We have Renza's building

under surveillance. Suspend delay.

Ten-four.

Hey, Pat, the fed's signalling you.

Okay, just sign this, sir,

and you're free to go.

By the way, Mr. Randall

I suggest in the future you exercise

just a little bit more caution

in your driving.

Good night.

Malak wants them both dead.

Here's the address.

Aziz sent this... just in case.

I see him. He's driving

into Renza's garage now.

Renza's black Mercedes

just pulled into the driveway.

They were using him as bait.

They thought I'd be stupid enough

to risk myself to kill just one man.

Okay, Renza,

who sent you to Farnsworth?

Who sent you?

Who wanted those detonators?

- I don't know.

- A name!

- Come on!

- Aziz!

Aziz! Robert Aziz!

Robert Aziz!

Robert Aziz!

Sh*t!

- We want him alive!

- He's got a bomb!

You killed those men!

I could've stopped him.

The object of the mission was

to take at least one of them alive.

Weren't you briefed?

- Nick...

- You stay out of this.

You son of a b*tch!

Get that out of my face...

Or you're a dead man.

Who the hell do you think you are

you can use me as bait?

You're a fisherman, Randall.

Live bait works best.

I know this is out

of character for you, Lipton

but I want the truth.

Why me?

Beirut. February, 1978.

Remember?

Come on, Randall.

You were given an assignment

to terminate five enemy operatives.

Four are dead.

The one you missed wants your ass.

Malak al Rahim...

as he now calls himself.

He should really thank you,

because you made him number one.

But the other four were his friends.

There's no way

he could have known that it was me

- ...without your help.

- Sure.

But, we'd already

moved you to South America

saving you up for a rainy day.

Check your hook, a**hole.

You're losing your bait.

You're better off with us

than without us, Randall.

We got a lot of men on you.

There's no way you can slip us.

Don't bet on it!

You better go placate your desert dwellers

before they find out you set 'em up.

Right.

What the hell's the point

in sending him out there?

It's over. We blew it!

We scared him off.

You don't understand, Pat.

We're not dealing with one

of your home-grown scumbags.

Malak's an animal.

He doesn't get scared. He gets even.

Next time you decide

to f*** me, Lipton

kiss me first!

Unit 7, he's headin' towards you.

As-salamu alaykum.

Armand, garbage.

I swear, Allah al-Hazim

I had no idea there was that

much surveillance out there.

That's all right, Henderson.

Don't worry.

This is Unit 42. I'm on him.

I'm behind him,

heading north on Figueroa.

Hey!

Lock it up. He's on foot.

Mr. Lipton.

Randall gave us the slip.

How many goddamn men do you

need to cover one man?

- You...

- Get outta the way!

Wait a minute. No.

Lipton, it's for you.

Lipton.

You've got four men.

Follow anybody that leaves there.

But don't blow Henderson's cover.

Yeah.

- You got anything?

- Yeah.

A headache.

Henderson went in,

but he didn't come out.

We lost Randall.

You lost Henderson.

We're still no closer to Malak.

We're doin' just f***in' great,

ain't we?

Randall will surface, and Henderson

can take care of himself.

What's that?

Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms

sent us a list of everything

that Farnsworth admitted

selling to Renza.

Christ. They're loaded for bear.

I tell you something, John.

He is planning something real big.

I thought he was here on vacation.

- A boat.

- Where? Where?

- Where? Where?

- A boat, a boat...

- Where? Where?

- San... Pedro...

- Where?

- San Pedro Boat Works.

Good.

How do we know he's telling the truth?

Look at him. Look at him!

You wouldn't lie to me,

would you, Agent Henderson?

Would you?

Kill him?

Nicky?

You came to see me.

I wasn't here.

You're leaving right now.

You gotta leave. You understand?

- No!

- You gotta leave!

Nicky, what the hell is going on?

It's not as bad as it looks.

It's a game.

These guys are following me.

- I'm trying to give them the slip.

- Are you in trouble?

It's business, old business.

Are you in danger?

- I just gotta disappear.

- For how long?

A week. Maybe less.

What can I do to help?

Just be here when I get back.

Sure.

Terry...

I love you.

I love you.

As soon as I leave, turn on the light.

Pretend I wasn't here.

And don't watch me go.

Okay?

All right?

- Not okay?

- No.

Nicky.

You forgot something.

Yeah.

- Hi, Phil.

- Hey.

- Who's on board?

- Just his girlfriend.

We searched the boat earlier.

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