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hwpDrop it!
Freeze!
Get down behind something.
Somebody get the police!
Get down! Go!
He went that way
in a black Ferrari. Go!
Suspect is heading...
Look out!
Now in pursuit.
Wilshire at Parkview...
Suspect is currently...
Stop! Oh, my God!
Yeah, thats him, all right.
Thats Jack.
Real nice man.
Kind of quiet.
Real gentleman.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Oh, I havent seen him in...
about a week.
What did he do, rob a bank?
Tom, weve got to move.
Theyve got DeVries.
High-speed pursuit,
West Hollywood.
Thanks.
Phillips.
Lets go.
Yes, sir.
All right, Johnson,
back here with me.
Watch your ass, guys.
Hey, Beck.
How many units
you got in pursuit, Sandy?
Two.
How long?
I wouldnt go for coffee.
There he is.
Give me that.
Tommy, come on!
Mr. DeVries condition
is deteriorating.
Well have to move him
back to intensive care.
Think hell make it, doc?
With all the trauma,
its a miracle hes still alive.
I doubt hell last the night.
Good.
Keep us up to date,
will you, doc?
Detective Beck.
No one deserves
to die like that.
I dont care
what the mans done.
He killed twelve people,
wounded twenty-three more...
stole six cars,
mostly Ferraris...
robbed eight banks,
six supermarkets...
four jewelry stores,
and a candy shop.
Six people he carved
with a butcher knife.
Two of them were kids.
If anybody deserves
to go that way...
it sure in the hell was him.
Look, Ed,
Tom Beck is the best Ive got.
If I give him to you,
Ill never get him back.
My department will crumble...
crime will run rampant...
the city will fall into ruin...
hordes will control the streets,
and life as we know it will end.
I dont want Willis.
I want Beck.
Senators coming to announce
hes running for president.
Hes gotten some threats.
You dont want some ass
blowing him away.
Ed, Willis is a better man now.
Hes been with Beck
for over a year.
Give him another shot.
Send Beck to my office, John.
Lieutenant Masterson.
Yeah, Im Masterson.
Who are you?
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI.
What can I do for you?
Im following a suspect.
I need some local
law enforcement help.
I spoke with your captain.
He assigned me
a Detective Thomas Beck.
All right.
Beck. This is agent
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI, Seattle.
Youll be working with him
the next few days.
Im in the middle of a case.
Am I supposed to drop this?
Doesnt anybody
say please anymore?
Please.
Oh. How can I refuse?
You cant.
Bureaus getting them younger
every day now.
Must get them
right out of high school.
Dont put it on my desk.
Do not put that on my desk.
Give me a break.
I havent seen my wife
in a month.
Shes fine.
I was with her last night.
She said to say hello.
Sends you a big kiss.
Shes getting fat.
Yeah, a beer belly or something.
So who we looking for,
public enemy number one?
His name is Jack DeVries.
- Stockbroker?
- Right.
How long you been after him?
About a month.
A month, huh?
Why dont you go
buy yourself a drink?
Why?
Hes in the hospital.
Hes dying.
- Which hospital?
- St. Josephs.
First and Main.
He aint going anywhere.
Whats your hurry?
Clear.
Still no rhythm.
Can you feel a pulse?
Nothing.
OK. Lets try it again.
Clear.
Doctor, are you OK?
Yeah, Im OK.
What happened?
I dont know.
Doctor.
I got one patient
dead on the floor.
Are you saying
a man in his condition...
walked the hell out of here?
He left when I went after you.
What do you mean?
Can I help you?
FBI.
Mr. Miller has an extremely
bad stomach condition.
Severe gastritis.
His heart deteriorated
to where we had to schedule...
a triple bypass.
Yesterday afternoon
he had a massive coronary...
but today it was as if he just...
Got up and walked out.
I cant really explain it...
but I know thats not the man
youre looking for.
Jonathan Miller would never
do anything to break the law.
Hes a very kind,
honest gentleman.
Grandpa!
What are you,
stupid or something?
Im talking to you, wank.
I said Im...
Im going to kill you.
Asshole.
Beck, we should get started.
On what?
I got a news flash for you...
DeVries is dead.
Whos this,
public enemy number two?
His name is Jonathan P. Miller.
I need to find him.
Get away. Do not put that...
Beck, it wasnt funny
the first time.
This better be good.
Quite the desperado.
Still handing out
the death penalty...
for unpaid traffic tickets?
I dont do traffic tickets.
You got a body at a record shop
on Melrose and Stanley.
What is it, a full moon?
Hows it going, Sarge?
Hey, Frankie, hows it going?
You check the back room?
Yeah. Its clear.
What have we got here?
Hey, Beck, theres a witness.
Apparently she came in
right after it happened.
She got a good look at the guy.
Where is she?
Right here.
Yeah. He was carrying a radio.
What are you doing here?
Im checking on a couple
of traffic tickets.
Come here.
Sanchez, call the coroner.
See if he can come
sometime today.
That way over there.
How tall would you say he was?
What does this
have to do with you?
Youre out of line.
The guy you want is dead.
Your job is done.
I suggest you take
the next flight to Seattle.
How we doing here?
Hey, Sarge.
What do you think?
Is this h