"Drop it." "Freeze!" "He went that way in a black Ferrari." "Go!" "...suspect is heading..." "Look out!" "...now in pursuit Wilshire at Parkview suspect is heading..." "Yeah, that's him alright." "That's Jack." "Real nice man." "Kinda quiet." "Real gentleman." "When was the last time you saw him?" "Oh, I haven't seen him in... about a week." "Why, what'd he do, rob a bank?" "Hey, Tom, we got to move." "They got Devries." "High speed pursuit West Hollywood." "Thank for your help." "Watch your ass, guys." "Right." "Hey Beck." "How many units you got in pursuit, Sandy?" "Two." "How long?" "Well, I won't go for coffee." "There he is." "Give me that." "Tommy, come on!" "Mr. Devrie's condition is deteriorating." "We'll have to move him back to intensive care." "Do you think he'll make it, Doc?" "Well, with all the trauma it's a miracle he's still alive." "I doubt he'll last the night." "Good." "Keep us to date, will you, Doc?" "Detective Beck." "No ones deserves to die like that." "I don't care what the man's done." "He killed twelve people, wounded twenty-three more... stole six cars, most of them Ferraris, robbed eight banks... six supermarkets, four jewelry stores and a candy shop." "Six of the ones he killed he carved up with a butcher knife." "Two of them were kids." "He did all that in two weeks." "If anyone deserves to go that way, it sure as hell was him." "Look, Ed, Tom Beck is the best I've got." "If I give him to you now, I'll never get him back again." "My department will then crumble... crime will run rampant, the city will fall into ruins... rampaging hordes will control... the streets, and life as we know it will end." "Hey, hey, hey, hey John." "I don't want Willis, I want Beck." "Senator is coming here to announce he's running... for president, for Christ's sake." "You don't want some dead ass blowing him away... in our division, do you?" "Ed, Willis is a better man now." "He's been with Beck... for over a year." "Give him another shot." "Send Beck to my office, John." "Bye." "Lieutenant Masterson." "Yeah, I'm Masterson." "Who are you?" "Lloyd Gallagher, FBI." "What can I do for you?" "I'm following a suspect and I need some local law... enforcement help." "I spoke with your captain." "He assigned me a detective Thomas Beck." "Beck, this is agent Lloyd Gallagher, FBI Seattle." "You'll be working with him the next few days." "I'm in the middle of a case here." "I haven't finished my shooting report." "What am I supposed to do, drop this?" "Doesn't anybody say please anymore?" "Please." "Oh, how can l refuse?" "You can't." "Bureau's getting 'em younger everyday now." "Yeah, must get 'em out of high school now." "No, no, don't put it on my desk, c'mon man, Beck." "Do not put that on my desk." "Do not put that on my desk." "Beck, c'mon, give me a break." "I haven't seen my wife in a month." "Believe me, she's fine." "I was with her last night..." "and she said to say hello." "Send you a big kiss." "You guys are very funny." "You know, she's getting kinda fat." "Yeah, a beer belly or something." "So who we looking for, public enemy number one?" "His name is Jack Devries." "Jack Devries?" "Jack Devries?" "Stockbroker?" "Right." "How long you been after him?" "About a month." "A month?" "Why don't you go buy yourself a drink?" "Why?" "He's in the hospital and he's not going to make it through the night." "Which hospital?" "Saint Joseph's." "First and Main." "He ain't goin' anywhere." "What's your hurry?" "Clear." "Still no rhythm." "Well, can you feel a pulse?" "Nothing." "Ok." "Let's try it again." "Clear." "Doctor, are you Ok?" "Yeah, I'm Ok." "What happened?" "I don't know." "Doctor." "I got one patient dead on the floor and the other one... are you trying to tell me that a man in his condition... just picked himself up and walked the hell out of here?" "I don't know." "Look, he just got up... and left and I went to find you." "What do you mean he just got up and left?" "Can I help you?" "FBI." "Mr. Miller has an extremely bad stomach condition... severe gastritis and his heart finally deteriorated... to the point where we had to schedule a triple bypass." "Yesterday afternoon he had a massive coronary... but today it was if he just..." "Got up and walked out." "I can't really explain it." "But I know that that's not the man that you're looking for." "Jonathan Miller would never do anything to break the law." "He is a very kind, very honest gentleman." "Yo." "Grandpa." "What, you stupid or something?" "Yo!" "I'm talking to you, wank." "I said I'm..." "I'm gonna kill you." "Asshole!" "Beck, we should get started." "On what?" "I got a news flash for you." "Devries is dead." "Who's this, public enemy number two?" "His name is Jonathan P. Miller." "I need to find him." "Get away." "Do not put that..." "Beck, it wasn't funny the first time." "This better be good." "Quite the desperado." "Still handing out the death penalty... for unpaid traffic tickets?" "I don't do traffic tickets." "Beck." "What?" "You got a body at a record shop on Melrose and Stanley." "What is it, a full moon?" "How's it goin', Sarge?" "Hi Frankie." "You check the back room?" "Yeah, it's clear." "Well, what have we got here?" "Hey, Beck, there's a witness." "Apparently, she came in right after it happened." "She got a pretty good look at the guy." "Where is she?" "Right over here." "Yeah, he was carrying a radio." "What are you doing here?" "I'm just checking up on a couple of traffic tickets." "Come here." "Sanchez, call the coroner." "See if he can get over here sometime today." "Right, sir." "You got it." "I don't know what you think this has to do with you... but you're out of line." "The guy you came here for is dead." "Your job here is done." "I suggest you get on the next flight back to Seattle." "How we doin' here?" "Hey, Sarge." "What do you think?" "Is this him?" "Yeah, that's him." "Brem, print this and circulate it." "Put out a felony warrant on Jonathan P. Miller... armed and dangerous." "Shall we get started?" "You got that picture of Miller?" "Use this instead." "How did you know about Miller?" "He used to work with Devries." "Doing what, pulling illegal U-turns?" "He didn't have a record until two weeks ago." "He had a record long before that." "Not according to our files." "No, according to our files." "If you want my help, you better think about... telling me what's going on." "Tracking down a criminal." "He's come to your city... and you have been assigned to help me find him." "It's that simple." "If it's that simple, why is the Bureau... sending you down here?" "You don't have anything on Miller because he's always... changing his identity." "Same with Devries." "You didn't have anything on him... until a couple of weeks ago 'cause that's when you... finally caught up to him as Devries." "Before that, Arvin J. Lusk in Portland, and before that..." "William Butler in Seattle." "Miller does the same thing." "This is the closest I've been." "He's got to be stopped here before he moves again." "We'll take my car." "Let's go." "Bureau must be paying pretty good these days." "Pretty good." "Mind me asking how much one of these costs?" "No." "How much?" "I don't know." "You don't know?" "What'd you do, steal it?" "Yeah." "Hey." "Would you turn that down?" "One coffee." "The Senator was expected to announce his candidacy... for President at a press conference... in Los Angeles tomorrow." "Today he's in town... to dedicate a new branch of Child Help U.S.A." "The work of this organization in bettering the lives... of the young people in this community stands as an... example to the rest of the nation and, yes... the government can and should serve the needs... of the small as well as the giant." "Senator, is it true that you will be announcing... your campaign to..." "Oh, you'll have to wait 'til next Tuesday for that one." "Bye guys." "Thank you." "And now Capital Hill." "An old ship is making new waves." "Victor, thank you, Sue..." "It's your table, honey." "Don't look at me." "How far is St. Joseph's from here?" "About a mile, why?" "Which direction?" "We'll start at the end of the block and work back." "Oh, you're calling the shots now." "I know how the suspect operates." "We don't have much time." "How do you know Miller was at the hospital?" "A hunch." "I suppose he was there visiting Devries, right?" "Why don't you just tell me some of this shit so I don't... have to follow you around asking twenty questions." "We're supposed to be on the same side." "Miller came from the hospital." "He was there to see Devries." "Oh, thank you." "That is illuminating." "Boy, that solves everything!" "Christ!" "Miller doesn't have a chance." "Hey, why would he come in here kill a guy for a lousy... hundred bucks, and, and, and a radio." "Cause he likes it." "He sees something he wants, he steals it." "Something gets in his way, he kills it." "And right now he's hiding out in your city." "You're talking about Miller." "Right." "Sounds a lot like you're talking about Devries." "You don't think you might be a little confused?" "So, you impressed?" "I'm impressed." "That's because this car makes an impression." "Yeah, but the question is do I trade in my Mercedes..." "or do I just hang on to it." "I want this car." "I bet you do, dear." "Shall we go to my office?" "Yeah, excuse me." "Sir, please." "Don't, don't." "It's not a toy." "Just let me finish with this gentleman... and I'll show you another car." "I want this car." "This car is sold!" "Thank you." "Hey, buddy." "I'm buying this car." "Don't touch it." "We get an occasional mental case here... but don't worry." "I'll take care of it." "Eddie!" "Yo." "Shall we?" "Hey, dickhead." "What do you think you're doing?" "I need the keys." "Fine, out of the car." "Don't come back." "I won't be as friendly next time." "What is your problem?" "You understand English?" "Beat it!" "You want a broken nose, you got it!" "What was that?" "Just a backfire." "Not one of yours, I hope." "No way, my friend." "No way." "Go, have some more." "It's good stuff." "Thank you." "How ya doing?" "Felling good now?" "Yeah." "You'll cream your pants when you do 100 with this baby." "A hundred?" "In the city?" "In the city, where else?" "Anybody can do it on the freeway." "I'm busy." "I want the car." "What the hell is that wacko still doing here?" "Give me a minute, will you?" "What the hell is Eddie doing out there?" "For God's sake, Eddie!" "Oh my God." "I need the keys." "Give him the keys." "Man, I just signed the papers." "Give him the fuckin' keys!" "Thank you." "Bye." "Tom, we got a couple of cars out there with plates on them." "One registered a 3-0-8 to an Anthony Mercurio." "Ah, that's the Wap." "Another one, Mercedes registered to Anchor Imports." "I think it's this stiff's here." "We don't have a name yet." "His wallet was lifted." "We're running it down now." "What about the owner." "Anybody contact the owner?" "It's in the works." "Alright, I want you to contact him." "Find out if anything's missing." "I already got it." "They were just finishing a deal for a red Mondial." "It's not here." "He took it." "How do you know?" "He likes Ferraris." "Put out a want and felony warrant on the red Ferrari." "Gotcha." "Come on, come on..." "I got four dead bodies in four hours here." "I want Miller and I want him now." "We could go over there..." "Fuck off." "You know what bothers me about these two guys..." "Devries and Miller?" "Neither has a criminal record, they both led normal lives... 'till a few days ago, and now they're killing people." "Do you read minds or was that just shot in the dark?" "I read minds." "Oh, yeah?" "What was I just thinking?" "That I'm full of shit." "Impressive." "Not really." "Pretty simple to read." "Well, I don't read minds, and I'd like to know if... you're just doing your job or if there is something... personal between you and these two clowns." "I guess you could say it's personal." "He killed my partner." "Which one?" "Which one killed your partner?" "Both." "I'm surprised the Bureau let you stay on the case." "I hear they're not big on revenge." "What would you do?" "As a cop?" "As a man." "I lost a partner once." "We'll get Miller." "Buckley owns Anchor Imports which owns the Mercedes." "Let me see if Mr. Buckley has a record." "Looks like this guy is an arms dealer." "Carrying a concealed weapon... possession of narcotics for sale... fire arms possession, felony possession." "Another law biding citizen?" "What the hell is that?" "Flamethrower." "Can you believe it?" "Patrol picked this off some home-boy on the street." "No kidding?" "What happened to the good old days of zip guns?" "Get two units out to his home and to his office right away." "Sanchez, homicide." "Sure, hold on..." "Beck, I think it's your wife." "Hi, yeah, I know." "I'm sorry." "About fifteen minutes." "Hold on a second." "What are you doing for dinner?" "Sorry, I got plans." "You know, ladies." "Not you, Sanchez." "No plans." "I'm bringing somebody for dinner." "You coming?" "I suppose you live in a castle?" "Apartment." "One bedroom, one bath." "You want a beer or something?" "Whatever you're having." "She climbed up his long tail and walked up his back." "When she was comfortable, they walked on." "The sun was very bright." "They reached the end... of the forest and the fairy princess began... to laugh with joy." "There was a shiny silver castle on the top... of the mountain, and here's Daddy." "Hi, Mommy." "Hi, baby." "How was your day?" "Interesting." "Hi, Daddy." "How's my girl?" "Oh, boy!" "Did you feed your turtle?" "Yes." "Oh, wait 'til you see the painting... she did in school today." "She's got it on the refrigerator already." "Who we got for dinner?" "FBI." "Well at least they're polite." "I'm sorry I didn't know you were standing there." "Honey, this is Lloyd Gallagher." "Lloyd, this is my wife, Barbara." "It's very nice to have you with us, Lloyd." "It's nice to be here, Barbara." "I don't mean to disturb you." "Oh, no that's alright." "Come on in for a minute." "This is our daughter, Juliet." "Do you want to say goodnight to Mr. Gallagher?" "Goodnight, darling." "Well..." "Tommy tells me you're from Seattle." "I'm sorry?" "You're from Seattle?" "You know where you're going back to as soon... as you're done here?" "Yes, I'll go home when I'm finished." "Is that where you're from originally?" "From?" "Where did you grow up?" "What's that, North?" "I have some relatives up North." "What town?" "Ras Alhague." "And that's in the United States?" "Funny, never heard that one." "Your little girl." "Juliet." "She's very special." "Yeah, I think so." "You love her?" "Yes, we love her, she's our daughter." "Don't FBI Agents love their kids?" "No, Tommy, I don't think he..." "What about you, you married?" "I was." "Kids?" "One." "Divorced?" "My wife is dead." "She and my little girl were killed by the man... who killed my partner." "I'm very sorry." "Freddie, can I have a bourbon and 7?" "Hey, buddy." "You Ok?" "I said, are you Ok?" "You look kind of pasty." "I'm fine." "Sure." "This is Adam 42 requesting assistance." "We located missing Ferrari." "Where?" "I'm on my way." "Let's go, Lloyd." "We got to get going." "They found the Ferrari." "Brought you some Alka-Seltzer." "It's Alka-Seltzer." "You put it in water and you drink it." "Lloyd, as a friend..." "stay away from alcohol." "Give me a break." "Hey, Pal, the show's over, Ok?" "Hey, can you take it outside please?" "Please?" "Hey Robbie!" "Robbie!" "600 block S. Wilton." "Possible homicide... suspect inside Harem Room Bar." "Let's go." "Alright man, come on." "Shit." "Hey, hey officer." "We didn't do nothing, man." "We're clean, man." "Hey babe, how you doing?" "Hey, where you going?" "I thought the show was inside." "Hey, lady." "Stay away from that Ferrari." "Please ma'am." "That's a police suspect vehicle." "Hey you." "You baby." "Hey, honey, what's your hurry?" "The night's still young, and a..." "Your name's Brenda, right?" "I've seen you before." "Say... do you like cars?" "Because I've got a great car and it's a parked right... over there in that lot." "Well... what do you say?" "Yes, baby..." "come on, come on." "Well, well, well, what have we got?" "Been a long time since we've seen one of these." "Really?" "What the hell is this?" "This guy looks like he bled to death." "What from this?" "Did you find a weapon?" "No weapon." "No ID." "No nothing." "This bullshit's getting stale, Tom." "Check on the coroner." "I'll get you an E.T.A." "Sir." "Here's some aspirin, sir." "Beck thought you might need it." "Yo, Beck, caught beautiful here trying to leave." "Alright." "She's the one that found the body." "Let me have a minute." "Sorry." "It's been a helluva night." "Are you Ok?" "Fine." "Can you tell me what you saw?" "I saw Brenda walk out on my way in." "There was this guy on the floor." "I screamed and the cops came in." "You ever see this guy before?" "You sure you never seen this guy?" "Look, I know Brenda." "No way she'd have anything to do with a creep like that." "Beck." "What?" "We need to find her." "You're trying to tell me that she's part of this?" "Hey, Tom, you ain't gonna believe this." "We have another stiff." "In the parking lot." "I don't believe this." "Thank you for your help." "What the hell is this guy doing with his pants down?" "What the hell do you think he's doing?" "Busy night, huh, Beck?" "Getting a little crowded in my van, you know." "Joey, let me know ASAP when this guy gets posted." "Yeah, right." "Cliff, get these out." "Let's get a DMV on the stolen." "Come here." "Better check felony wants." "In a spam of 12 hours, I got 5 bodies... not counting Miller, who dies because he runs out of blood." "A stripper screw some guy to death, steals his car... and takes off." "All of this in 12 hours." "I want to ask you, am I crazy... or does this seem just a little bizarre?" "Yes, it's a little bizarre." "I knew that." "I just wanted to know if you knew that." "Let's get out of here." "Step out of the car slowly." "Keep your hands where I can see 'em." "It's gonna be one of those nites." "Watch it!" "Shit." "Holy smoke." "Suspect is armed and dangerous..." "I'd say we're going the right way." "There it is." "You bitch!" "Shit!" "Goddammit!" "Why don't you try for one of the tires?" "What the hell do you think I'm trying to do... you think this is easy?" "Why don't you try it?" "Son of a..." "Hold the wheel." "You hold the goddam wheel, you wanted to drive." "What the hell ya doing?" "Jesus!" "You're out of your goddam mind, you know that?" "You're fuckin' nuts!" "I'm going in." "I'll cover you." "I'd be safer if you didn't." "Fine." "I won't cover you." "Alright, cover me." "Do you want me to fuckin' cover you or not?" "I need you to cover me." "Fine, I'll cover you." "Jesus Christ!" "She's bleeding to death for Christ's sake." "Why doesn't she go down?" "We got to get to her before she dies." "Why don't we wait till after she's dead." "You think it's over now?" "You're wrong." "I'm not coming out yet." "I'll kill you first." "Boy." "Come." "God..." "Lieutenant." "Yeah, Willis." "What's your status?" "Broad just jumped around back." "Go on ahead." "Hey, FBI!" "Get away from the body!" "Party's over, pal." "She's dead." "She's dead, lieutenant." "Helluva night, huh?" "Who was here?" "Who touched the body?" "She's dead, Mr. Gallagher." "It's over." "Nelson, this is Willis." "Check on the coroner's arrival for me, will ya?" "Better bring in the robbery homicide shooting team." "Joey!" "Hey, look." "It's none of my business, but the lady had... about fifteen bullet holes in her." "You guys like makin' my job miserable, huh, Beck?" "You ready to go to the ambulance now?" "Just give me a minute." "It's not over, is it?" "No." "I want an explanation." "Explanation won't help you." "I've worked homicide for thirteen years and..." "I've seen a lot of strange shit." "But I have never seen anything like this." "You seem to know what's going on and I don't." "And you're going to tell me..." "An explanation's not going to help you." "I'll decide that." "Then I'm sorry." "Hey." "Don't you walk away from me." "What I'm after is still out there... and I don't know where to start." "Cliff." "Tommy, what happened to you, man?" "Arrest him." "Arrest him?" "Book him." "Lloyd, I've got take you downtown." "Bosses' orders." "Come on." "Woodfield, what are you doing up so late?" "Having a ball." "Hey, I heard you took one." "You Ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." "I'm walking." "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine." "If I wasn't fine, somebody else would call you... wouldn't they?" "I got into a bit of a scrape, but it's not a big deal." "I'm just calling so you won't worry." "I'll be home soon." "I'll be home as soon as I can." "I love ya too." "Bye." "I hope you know what your doing busting a Fed." "Let me worry about that." "How's the arm?" "Hey, it's a scratch." "What the hell is this, your press secretary?" "This is the stuff I got from Lloyd." "Fire arm, personal ID... and who in the hell knows what this is." "Must be some kinda special FBI toy." "Do me a favor." "Drop it off at the lab." "We'll see what they can figure out in the morning." "Gotcha, no problem." "Cliffy!" "Yeah." "Thanks, partner." "Take care of that arm." "I got that information." "Ok..." "Seattle FBI says agent Lloyd Gallagher was killed... in a forest fire about a month ago... with a friend of his named Stone." "Robert Stone." "They were hunting in Olympic National Forest... the weekend they had that big forest fire." "Bureau figured Stone was dead." "Never found his body." "Just figured it burned up in the fire." "Is that all?" "Had them give me a picture of Stone." "Evidently, Mr. Stone has taken over the identity... of his dead friend." "If you don't need me, I'm going home." "Brem." "Good work." "Excuse me, Sarge." "Where do you want him?" "Take the cuffs off him." "You want me to stay?" "No." "Crazy thing." "I was just starting to like you." "Sit down." "I've checked with the FBI in Seattle." "Lloyd Gallagher is dead." "Your real name is Robert Stone." "That's all we know about you, except for the fact that... you're driving a stolen Porsche which is probably the... only true thing that you've told us so far." "So why don't we just have a little talk?" "Why don't you tell me who you are..." "and what you're doing here?" "Please don't ask me that." "Don't give me that." "I have had it with you." "What do you think this is, some kind of game?" "You think you can waltz into this town, turn my... department upside down, endanger the lives of my men?" "I am tired of you jerking me around." "I want answers." "I want to know why it takes fifteen shots to take... down some zoned out stripper." "I want to know why three law abiding citizens... all of a sudden go crazy and start killing people." "I want answers and I want them now!" "Miller, the stripper, Devries, were the same... and it's not human." "Excuse me?" "I've been after it for a long time." "Now it's here on Earth, in your city." "Oh boy." "Are we talking spacemen here?" "The way it works is it finds a body... gets inside, uses it to move around." "Stays in that body until the body is so damaged... it has to find another body." "That's the only time I can kill it, when it's between bodies." "I missed my chance when it came out of the stripper." "It found another body and changed before I got there." "So now we don't know who the spaceman is." "But I don't have to look for it anymore." "It knows I'm here." "It'll come after me." "Beck, I need my weapon." "That's the only thing that can kill it." "So the spaceman is the one that killed your partner... your wife." "The one that you've been tracking for the past..." "Nine years." "Nine years." "Your time." "Our time." "I guess a career in the police didn't really prepare... you for this, did it?" "Yes, it did." "We'll try again later." "'Morning Lieutenant." "'Morning." "What's eatin' him?" "Thought you said he wasn't coming in today." "Hey John, what do you say?" "I thought you weren't coming in today." "I have work to do." "Well... oh, sorry." "This is Lieutenant Masterson, Carol Miller..." "Senator Holt's assistant, agents Stadt and Lowe." "They're handling security for the Senator's... speech today, John." "Holt... the one everyone applauds." "We'd like to think so." "Where's the speech?" "Park Plaza." "You know that." "Yeah, five, five, five guys in the lobby." "I think, Carol." "Take it easy, alright?" "Sure I'll be fine." "How ya doin', Sarge?" "Hey, Frankie." "It's a explosion!" "Take it easy." "Anybody heard..." "We get a problem." "Get a fire extinguisher in here." "What the hell is going on?" "Hey!" "What's going on here?" "You." "You." "Lieutenant, what's going on around here?" "Where's the other one?" "What other one?" "The one you were with." "Lloyd?" "I locked him up." "You know that." "I want to talk to him." "What is this?" "What are you doing?" "Listen, I already shot you once, I can hardly... wait to do it again." "Now let's go." "Hey, Beck." "Stay back!" "Hey Lieutenant, what's going on?" "Tom, are you ok?" "Stay back." "It's not Masterson." "Seal this corridor off." "Get him out of here." "Now, Beck." "Freeze!" "Shit..." "We just dumped the Lieutenant." "Get an ambulance!" "Sanchez." "Stay away from him." "Russ." "Give me your gun." "You got to be kidding, man." "Give me your fucking fun." "It's in my waist band man." "Get a shotgun and seal off this stairwell." "Buzz the gate." "Get one into C-8." "Beck, what the hell is going on?" "Just open the fucker!" "Masterson's flipped out." "He's shooting up the station." "Alright now open the gate!" "You have to check your piece, Beck." "Give me the keys, Joe." "Buzz the gate, Joe!" "Buzz the fuckin' gate!" "And watch out for Masterson." "Hey, I need a phone call." "I just saw Masterson dump two cops." "He took six hits at point blank range... and he's not going down." "Is Masterson... is he dead?" "The real Masterson?" "Yeah." "You're gonna need this." "Jesus Christ!" "Let me in." "I can't do that, Lieutenant." "Hey, put that down." "Hey, don't do that." "Jesus, get down!" "You're hit." "I know." "Alhague." "Yes." "Before I kill you, I'm curious." "How did you find me?" "You left an angry partner for dead on Altair." "A mistake." "That's what it said." "Die you fucker!" "Son of a bitch!" "Why don't you use that goddamned thing?" "Not yet." "You said it was the only thing that could kill him." "What are you waiting for?" "It's not that simple." "Alhague." "How do you like being human?" "It's alright." "Better than being Altarian." "Altarians are a filthy people." "We could take over this place if we wanted." "They have nothing here to stop us." "Yo, Hippy." "What kinda dude are you?" "Die you fucker!" "Bye." "Bye!" "It's gonna change soon." "I gotta be there." "Who the hell are you?" "Do you feel pain?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "Why didn't you use that thing?" "You said it was the only thing that would kill him." "And you didn't use it." "Wrong composition." "It doesn't work on human flesh." "Seal this off." "Get back in there." "Back." "Cover me." "You go low." "Freeze." "Don't shoot." "Don't move." "Freeze." "Is it him?" "No." "Beck, what's going on?" "Is he dead?" "Yeah." "Beck." "What the hell is going on?" "Did you see anybody leave this room?" "I don't know." "Willis." "He said he was going to get a medic." "Beck, who did this to Masterson?" "Not Willis." "I'm sorry." "I think we better find him." "Beck." "Where?" "Jesus Christ!" "Regarding the free lunch program..." "Freeze!" "Don't move!" "Stay right there!" "Beck, LAPD." "Who the hell is he?" "Gallagher, FBI" "It's Ok, he's one of mine." "Beck, what the hell are you doing?" "Code red, code red" "Sir, there may be an assassin in the building." "We're going to take you out the back entrance." "Detective Willis, I got orders to disarm and detain you." "Sure." "Get out of here now!" "Alright, in here move it, move." "Back against the wall, now!" "Freeze!" "Cliff!" "Cliff!" "Oh, shit!" "In the kitchen." "Shit." "Jim, you stay with Beck." "Charlie, you come with me." "T3 L10 requesting medical attention..." "I got two officers down." "Freeze!" "Drop it!" "Both of you in closet now!" "Who are you?" "Who are you, goddammit?" "What do you want?" "Hey, out of the way." "Let's move out." "Alright, everybody move." "Uniform, seal this off." "Did we get him?" "Yeah." "Yes." "Has any motive been established as to why detective Willis... would want to assassinate Senator Holt?" "Lieutenant Flynn?" "The departm..." "The department is conducting an investigation... but at this time we have no motive." "Yes, sir." "Senator, do you still intend to run for president?" "The Senator will discuss his campaign plans... after he has adequate time to fully reflect on the situation." "I want to be president." "What's that, senator?" "I want to be president." "Gallagher, FBI." "What's in the bag?" "Security equipment." "Open it up." "Look." "Mommy, is daddy going to be alright?" "You know your daddy loves you very much." "Oh, no." "Mom, please, take her out of here." "Nurse!" "Get a gurney." "Get an orderly, stat." "Hi." "Come on, honey."