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The kid screwed it up.

See if you can find out what's going on.

OK.

I guess that's the end of it.

Print it out and we'll

take a closer look at it.

- Wanna go get something to eat?

- OK.

I know a great place.

Best Chinese food in the city.

- Great!

- We'll celebrate, all right?

Attention, shoppers.

The Westside Mall is now closed.

We open again tomorrow

from 10am to 9pm.

And please note, tomorrow many stores

are participating in the one-day sale...

...with discounts of up to 60%...

- Excuse me, sir, we're closed!

- Yeah.

Hey! I said we're closed!

Watch it, pal!

- Kim! You all right?

- Yeah.

- What's your problem?

- Leave off. He's got a gun!

Don't be...

Kim, run!

Open up.

Get lost!

Here!

Come on.

Kim. Hair spray.

- It's locked!

- Damn!

You shouldn't believe everything you see!

Now, you bastard! I want some answers.

Let's start with Silak.

Silak, we have a problem.

Becker's taken a turn for the worse.

- What do the doctors say?

- He won't last the night.

We'd better have

a goddamn heart-to-heart.

And if you want out of there

on Saturday, don't screw it up.

Good night, Mom.

Chris wants to say good night to you.

Some day, eh?

Do you think they got the file?

I'm sure they did.

Your dad would have been proud of you.

That man. Did he kill my father?

I think you should get a little sleep.

I never really thought it was your fault.

I know that.

Is this great or what, huh?

I was picturing something different.

Candles,

a bottle of wine.

Maybe a table and a chair!

Come on! This place is the best!

Frenchie here's the best

Chinese cook in New York.

You bet!

You betcha. We'll take

a couple of spring rolls to start.

I tell ya... I keep reading this

and reading it. Samson...

Samson... Samson must be the buyer.

It's probably a code name or something.

The thing I don't get is why Mike

didn't figure out Silak was involved.

Obviously he was getting very close.

He was in over his head.

He should've known it.

- Two spring roll.

- OK.

- Some mustard.

- No, don't put that mustard on.

- That stuff is murder.

- You wuss!

- It'll take the roof off your mouth.

- You're such a wuss!

That's plenty. That's plenty!

I don't even wanna watch this!

Velez.

Father?

Could I have a moment

alone with him? Please?

Can you hear me, Carl?

I'm

gonna die!

No, Carl.

You're going to meet God.

You once said that you wanted

my help to atone for your sins.

It's not too late, Carl.

Tell me where the medallions are

and I'll give them back to God.

Where's the music?

What happened to you?

Velez is dead.

They shot her. About an hour ago.

In Chinatown, for Chrissake!

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me too!

She was...

She was a good cop.

They tried to get me, too.

It was a mob hit, Rollie.

There's more to this whole thing than...

a dirty cop and ten shitty pieces of gold.

I had a talk to the guy that killed Mike.

- Yeah? Is he a cop?

- No, just some thug.

Silak's got a chopper...

ordered for this weekend.

There's some sort of rendezvous.

I know where.

We're gonna need backup.

I think I know someone who can help us.

- Wait, that stings! What is that?

- Hold still! Don't be such a baby.

Why not just leave this to NYPD?

Because somebody else

in the department could be involved!

Either they followed me

and killing Velez was an accident,

or they picked up on Velez

through the computer.

When she tapped in, she left

some kind of a trace - something!

Either way, I can't take any chances.

- Enough with the alcohol! Please!

- OK!

Unless you have some of

the drinking kind out there.

Excuse me. Where are my manners?

Just a second.

If I have a choice, I'll take a Scotch.

If you have a single malt

you could make it a triple.

Saves walking back and forth.

Jesus Christ!

What's wrong with your cat?

There's nothing wrong with her.

She's a Cornish Rex.

- They don't shed.

- Are you telling me that...

Are you telling me that

they look like this on purpose?

Looks like a big rat.

Leo, you want ice?

What? In this?

- You gotta be kidding.

- No, for your head.

No. My head's fine.

Look, Liz, you gotta help me here.

Maybe help yourself, too.

You could be a real hero with this thing.

You know how many assistant DAs

work their whole lives,

- they never get an opportunity like this?

- Opportunity for what? Wreck my career?

Get killed, maybe?

What do you need?

I need backup.

But local backup, OK? Nassau County

cops or something. No NYPD.

What else?

You gotta be there.

Me? No, I'm an assistant DA.

I don't do that!

I'm a private investigator.

You think those country cops will do what

I say? No way! No, you gotta be there.

This could be your ticket, Liz.

Somebody's gotta prosecute

these bastards, talk to the press.

Who better?

Do I take that as a yes?

- Keep your nose clean, Neely.

- Yeah, yeah!

Neely! Over here!

Come on!

All right, we're stopped.

Enough of this sh*t! Where are we going?

Hey, relax. We're here.

- Where?

- Come on.

Let's confess our sins.

Thank God for his son

and for his love and forgiveness.

Place your confidence in Christ,

who died for you on the cross.

For your penance say

five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys.

Welcome to this

sacrament of forgiveness.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been one week

since my last confession.

Continue, my son.

I felt anger, Father,

towards an old man

who had been my friend.

It was unworthy.

I also lied

three times in the past week.

Yeah...

I had a couple of... impure thoughts.

And I feel very...

- regretful.

- Anything else,

my son?

No, Father. That's it.

Sorry, Father. I was deep in thought.

Yeah?

- It's Rollie. Is Leo there?

- Yeah.

- It's Rollie.

- Yeah?

- I'm all set, mate.

- All right. Good. We're on the way.

- We're expected.

- Who says?

Samson.

Jesus! I don't think we asked for enough.

Hey.

Watch what you say in here.

Go.

Go!

I hope Rollie's ready.

He should be. He's been

settin' it up for a coupla days.

This is good, right here.

Cue ball, corner pocket.

I warned ya!

Can you see Rollie?

No. But he's got the dogs penned up.

The gardener hasn't noticed anything.

- I didn't see any backup.

- You're not supposed to.

Do me a favour. Get on the horn,

make sure they're in position.

Nassau One, this is LK.

We're all set. Over.

All right. Did you bring

any protection with you?

- I mean, a... a gun.

- No!

You said there'd be plenty of artillery.

There's no such thing

as too much artillery in New York.

- Did you ever use an automatic?

- No.

OK, this is the way

you cock the sucker. So to speak!

- All right.

- All right? There's your safety. On. Off.

- OK.

- OK? Hold onto it.

Leo? It's Rollie.

Yeah, go ahead, Rollie.

Looking good.

OK, buddy, just wait for my signal.

Leo? Please be careful.

You too.

Wha...?

Gotcha!

Hi, guys.

Everybody just relax.

- OK?

- McCarthy!

- You know this man?

- Yeah.

NYPD. Retired. He's a private dick now.

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