Wanted: Dead or Alive Page #4

It was empty.

She just showed up a little while ago.

Quintz here.

You wanna have some fun?

I'm trying to lose a tail.

My raincoat is waiting for you

in a garbage can on Fourth and Flower.

Put it on. Drive down to my boat.

Park the car, leave the keys

and take the boat out

for a couple of hours.

Yes, sir.

If they think I'm on the boat

they'll stop watching the loft

and I need to get in there.

And Danny, if you f*** up

I'm gonna tell Louise

about the motorcycle.

Just as soon as I can, lieutenant.

Another special assignment?

Yeah, darling.

Very special.

- Be careful.

- I always am.

Good morning, Randall.

Don't approach him, Phil.

He's under surveillance.

Nick!

- Nicky?

- Hi, Terry. I'm Danny.

If we don't get our asses out of here quick,

they're gonna know I ain't Nick.

Grab that line, will you, sweetheart?

Nick!

- Phil, are you nuts?

- Let me go!

Goddamn it, there are

people in there!

They're charred bone fragments

by now, baby.

Look at that,

it's a goddamn incinerator.

Take your f***in' hands off of me!

Nick!

Nick!

Goddamn it!

Lock up the f***in' harbor!

Lock it up. Lock it up!

This is Walker.

Patch me through to... Lipton.

Lipton.

- Randall's dead.

- Malak?

- Blew up his boat.

- Pull all surveillance on Randall.

Come on in... for reassignment,

Walker.

Don't you move, you f***.

Don't turn around.

Just get me outta here.

Start the car.

- Don't...

- What the f*** is this?

I saw you get on that boat.

- That wasn't me. That was Danny.

- Who's Danny?

You think I knew

they were using you as bait?

Yeah, I did.

Why the f*** would I do

some sh*t like that?

God. I don't know...

It hurts.

I just lost my best friends.

Fifteen years, Nick.

Fifteen goddamn years!

I want Malak.

Help me.

Whatever you need.

I need an address. Robert Aziz.

We have reason to believe that

Malak al Rahim is here in Los Angeles

and was responsible for the bombing

despite what federal

intelligence agencies are saying.

And I want people to know

that the Los Angeles Police Department

is doing everything in its power

to protect them and bring

those responsible to justice.

For one thing, we've learned

that the registered

owner of the boat, who was killed

in this morning's explosion

was a former Federal Agent,

once linked to antiterrorist activities

in the Middle East.

It's clear to us that the two

bombing incidents are related.

That of course was chief

of police Donald Gatler.

If chief Gatler is right,

the two people killed on the boat

bring the death toll to

173 people in just 36 hours.

That number is likely to climb.

Officials say many more victims

are in critical condition in L.A. hospitals.

Meanwhile, the man thought

to be responsible for the killings

Malak al Rahim, may be at large

somewhere in Los Angeles.

Rahim is believed to have killed

thousands of people

in terrorist bombings in Europe

and the Middle East

over the last ten years.

But despite his notoriety,

he is a mysterious figure

known only to a handful

of disciplined followers.

Here is a photograph of the man

police are looking for.

- Yeah.

- Aziz's address: 734 East Bedford.

Remember, 6:
00.

Somebody just delivered

an audio tape to ABC News.

A guy claiming to be Rahim says there's

50 car bombs planted all over the city.

L.A.P.D. is begging for more men.

We're stretched to the limit now.

Malak's just waiting for us

to thin out our surveillance.

Hey, that's our job,

protecting the public.

My job is to get that maniac.

Your f***in' friend

couldn't work with us.

No. He had to go get

himself killed.

I'm sure he's more upset

about that than you are.

Malak.

Let me out of here, please.

Let me out of here! Please.

I want Malak al Rahim.

I don't know Malak al Rahim!

Please. I don't know.

Let me out!

- An address.

- Please! I..

An address! Come on.

- Can't you hear me?

- No, no! Please!

In oil drum factory!

They're in the oil drum factory!

One-Zero-Six Imperial Avenue!

The recap. Seven car bomb explosions

have rocked the greater Los Angeles

area in the past half hour.

This just came in.

The death toll...

Nine now.

Random bombings.

He's creating chaos.

It's a diversion.

He's doing one hell of a job.

He's got L.A.P.D. and everybody

else spread paper thin.

The bastard's playing with us.

The I.A.P.D. just acted

on a gunshot complaint.

House full of explosives

and an Arab named Aziz.

They're holding him for us.

Let's go!

Come on. Let's go!

A bomb destroyed a school bus

with at least 25 children inside.

Allah be with you.

Stay in the drum until you hear

Malak sound the horn.

Remember, wait for the signal.

C.I.A., who's in charge here?

- Sergeant Nelson.

- Where's the suspect?

Somebody sent him down those

stairs in that cabinet over there

but we've got him back upstairs now.

Out. We're gonna question him.

Walker, close that door.

Yeah?

Mr. Lipton, we just

found something downstairs.

1-3-0-9 Quarterdeck.

Well, let's see if that means anything.

Gimme that.

I guess it means something.

- What've you got?

- Empty drums.

Open up the gate.

Go ahead on.

- Any activity?

- There are people inside.

But nobody's come out.

We're moving our people into position.

We're in position.

Hit it.

F.B.I.!

Freeze it! Search the house.

Look at this.

The theater.

Bingo.

Yeah, that's what killed

those people in Bhopal.

Hey. Come here.

Where is that plant?

Where is that plant?

Find that plant.

Can you sign it?

Come on, come on, man. How many

plants can there be storing that stuff?

Look at this. They rented

an armored car this morning.

Lipton! Sendrax Chemicals.

El Segundo.

Hey, who the hell are you?

Hey, man...

Sh*t, man.

That looked like Randall.

That son of a b*tch. Drive!

That is him.

Kill the truck driver!

We got the right place.

It's already started.

Do we have men in the area?

Good.

Let's secure the area around

the methyl isocyanate tank.

- Keep 'em away from there.

- Come on. Get us out of this mess.

The horn. Now!

Secure this area!

Take your positions!

The horn!

- Hit it.

- No.

- We'll do it ourselves.

- Jamilla, hit it!

- No!

- Turn!

- No!

Turn!

Here he comes!

Hey. Did we get Malak?

Some guy was chasing him in a semi.

We still don't know where they are.

Malak.

Get up!

- That's good.

- Kill me, Randall!

- Kill me!

- No.

Kill me, or I'll kill you!

Kill me.

Kill me.

Kill me, Randall.

- No. No.

- Come on.

- No.

- You son of a b*tch.

Kill me.

I am not a criminal.

I'm a soldier.

And I deserve to die like a soldier!

You're no soldier.

You're a fly on a pile of sh*t.

Look over there!

- You have some explaining to do.

- We all have some explaining to do.

Like I told you, whatever you need.

It's less than a week,

and he's still alive.

You owe me some money.

Where shall I send the check?

Send the $250.000 to the widow...

of detective sergeant

Danny Quintz.

I'll pick up the bonus myself.

F*** the bonus!

Grenade!

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