Shoot to Kill

- Hi. - Hi, Warren. George Kelly called us in.

He wants to waive the 24-hour rule, make it our jurisdiction, at least informally.

The guy in the pajamas is Mr. Berger. He owns the place.

Mr. Berger, this is Special Agent Stantin of the FBI.

Mr. Berger.

I don't believe you're stealing your own diamonds,

least of all not in your pajamas.

Why the heck don't you tell us what's going on here?

This is my store. I was taking some diamonds home, my diamonds.

You have no right to be here. I want to leave now.

Do you usually take two pounds of diamonds home with you like this?

I can do whatever I like with my own stones. I wanna leave right now!

Mrs. Berger is listed as co-owner.

Why don't we call her and have her meet us downtown?

No, no, you mustn't do that. Please, don't do that! Please!

Where is your wife, Mr. Berger?

Please. For God's sake, help me.

He made us watch him kill our dog. He said he would kill my wife next.

- (woman) Hello? - Mrs. Berger? Please don't be alarmed.

You're going to be all right. I'm here with your husband.

Now, please, let me speak with the man there with you.

Mrs. Berger?

Yes?

Hit the lights.

This is Special Agent Stantin of the FBI.

You can see that the house is completely surrounded.

We have Mr. Berger and the diamonds in our custody.

I'm going to give you some instructions.

If you follow them exactly, no harm will come to you. Understand?

Tell the police to hold their fire .

I'm sending out the maid with a message for you .

OK. Hold your fire. The maid's coming out.

Hold your fire .

man) Stantin .

Did you get the message?

Mrs. Berger's Mercedes is parked in the driveway .

Stock it with one police radio and a pair of handcuffs .

Or I promise you this woman's dead in one minute .

You take one car. You alone . Have the diamonds with you .

Tail me to where my people meet me . I'll make sure you're alone .

Then we'll make the trade .

- No deal. - You got no choice. Stantin .

She's got 30 seconds left .

Who's your best sharpshooter?

I am.

Good. You're gonna have to nail this guy before he gets to that Mercedes.

The items you requested are in the car.

Shit. Son of a bitch.

That's one smart fucker.

Get me a civilian CB radio, fast.

Just plug this into the cigarette lighter.

We've banned all CB use on channel 30 for two hours.

He spots one of our tails and we've had it. Tell them not - not - to take any chances.

Right.

Stantin. Do you have the diamonds?

- Yes. - Good .

Now move your people back .

If anyone besides you tries to follow me ... I kill the woman .

They're moving back now.

If I hear anybody's voice on this radio but yours .

I swear to God she's dead .

Move it out. Come on!

Everybody, way back!

An order: No one fires. Let them outta here. Let them out.

Let's go for a ride .

No one fire.

Move them back, move them back.

That's our second time around the block.

The dumb bastard's lost .

No, he's not, he's just trying to shake our tail.

I think he's going to double back towards the water.

Get your police boats ready and alert the coast guard.

Stop the car here .

We're at pier 99. He's got to have a boat waiting for him.

Try lining up a shot out the window or over my shoulder. Stay low.

All right. So far so good .

Now turn your radio up . Put on the external speaker .

Get out of the car. Bring the diamonds halfw_ay down the pier .

- Have you got a shot? - Maybe.

He's right on the edge.

If I were a quarter of an inch out, I could hit the woman.

Too risky.

I'll try to draw him out.

If you're absolutely sure, take a shot, but only if you're absolutely sure.

Stop .

Throw the diamonds to the car .

First send Mrs. Berger to me.

Bullshit .

I know you got a sniper waiting there for me somewhere .

I'm gonna keep Mrs. Berger right here in front of me .

Now. You throw me those goddamn diamonds .

Jesus Christ . That's as far as you could throw?

Get back to your car. Move!

Hey. You .

Yes?

You made this a hell of a lot harder than it had to be .

Now. I've handcuffed Mrs. Berger to the end of the pier .

You wait for my signal . Then you move in and pick her up .

Understand?

Understood.

I don't think you do .

Speedboat heading for open. Move in! Move in!

Go, go!

He's on radar, heading zero-two-two.

We lost him.

Where is he?!

Over there.

Flight 005, San Francisco to Paris, the one with the unidentified passenger?

- Yes? - A 12-year-old girl,

traveling on her mother's passport.

OK. Let's check the flights that left after we covered the airport,

just in case our boy slipped through.

The only makable prints belong to the maid and the family,

and the lab will have the fiber analysis for us in a few hours.

OK, thank you.

What have you got?

I've pulled out every kidnap extortion in the last five years.

267 possible match-ups with our MO.

It's as narrow as the computer goes with the information we have.

Then use the telephone. Call the investigating officer in each of those cases.

Tell him what we have and see if anything strikes a chord.

We don't have the manpower to recheck the airports and make those phone calls.

Round up eight other agents. That's 27 phone calls apiece. Start with homicides.

He used a nine-millimeter automatic. Check that against the suspect's profile.

Caucasian, male, 20 to 40. I promise you, this guy's killed before.

It was too easy for him.

It's been 12 hours. I think you should shut it down and get some sleep.

- I feel fine. - You feel like shit.

Look, I read all the reports. There's no possible way

you could have figured out what was gonna happen last night.

- What are you saying, Charlie? - I'm saying that it happens.

It happened to me. Remember that kid in Sausalito?

Look, sometimes you lose a hostage,

and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

I know the speech, Charlie. I wrote it.

Come on, walk me out.

Warren, you're letting this thing get to you, you're taking it to heart.

You're sayin', maybe I coulda done this, maybe that.

The point is, you did everything correctly, and that's all anyone can ask of you.

Now go home, get some sleep.

- I'll call you when I get to DC. - OK.

Have a nice trip.

We've started doing those phone calls now.

Good.

- You want us to call you at home? - I'm not going home. I'll be right here.

Good mornin'. Nice day for fishin'.

I guess we must be the first ones here, huh?

Yes, I know it's happened before. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't call the restaurant.

But we've been in the middle of a terrible situation.

Yes, I'm sure it was terrible for you too, honey.

I'll try.

No, I can't promise, but I will try.

Baby, I gotta go.

Bishop Falls, Washington. Sheriff reports murder of a tourist

- just off the highway into Canada. - So?

Large-caliber wound through the victim's left eye.

- Where the hell is Bishop Falls? - It's right over here.

- To the northwest of Spokane. - Book me on the next flight to Spokane,

and while I'm in the air, I'll figure out a way to get me to Bishop Falls.

Crilly here found the body. Agent Stantin, Austin Crilly.

Stantin's the FBI man, Crilly. It's up this way.

- Are you really a G-man? - Last I looked.

- Yeah, well, I'm a caretaker hereabouts... - Jesus, Crilly.

I'm gettin' to it, Dave.

So I seen where the gate was bent up there.

I went to snoopin' around and, Judas Priest, there's this body lyin' there.

- Flies as big as Chevies. - Who do those cars belong to, Mr. Crilly?

Sportin' folks, fishermen.

Head out from here and gather above.

See, the guide meets them up above at a base camp.

Bishop Falls Guide Service. Jonathan Knox and Sarah Renell.

Are you really a G-man?

This area's known to be the greatest high-mountain fly-fishing in the world.

That's how we found him, buck-naked and his eye shot out.

He was killed outside, then dragged in here by his heels.

The killer wrapped this around the victim's head before pulling off his clothes.

Why would he do that?

He didn't wanna get any bloodstains on the garment.

We have to assume the murderer wore the victim's clothes out of here,

- right down to the underwear. - Holy shit.

- Hey, don't step there. - What?

What's that?

- Burnt hair. - What does that mean?

All we know about our boy is that he has long hair and a beard... and this is it.

Sam!

Sam.

Howdy, Sheriff. What's the matter? You look all shook up.

Sam, we need a description of those men

who left in that fishing party from the mine yesterday.

I don't know any of them by sight. Why?

- You don't meet these people? - No, not often.

They go straight to the staging area above the mine. Something wrong?

- How many are up there in this party? - Five fishermen, one guide, Sarah Renell.

- Dave, what's goin' on? - Can we contact them?

- This Sarah. Does she carry a radio? - There's radios in the huts along the way.

They were supposed to call me from Timber Falls.

And they didn't.

They could be anywhere in here.

See, sometimes they go into places nobody's been before. Jonathan'll know.

- And the border is just there. - That's right.