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911. What is your emergency?

I'm tired of the way things are, as opposed to the way they should be.

Is this an emergency? Where are you located?

That really doesn't matter.

- Can we have your name? - Of course.

Common denominator. Your man on the street.

Now don't ask another question, or I will be obliged to do bad.

Andyou would have to assume responsibility. No interruptions.

Natural selection.

Natural selection.

Born to win.

Born to lose.

Born to die.

Three situations that make up everything in the world.

No interference is necessary.

But interference happens.

People interfere with an important task

I enjoy doing.

I don't believe people are not good by nature, not at all.

So ifyou remove the authority, the police,

then you'll see life as God intended it to be.

A world ofpandemonium.

Without police, the weak and diseased would be gone.

Streets red with blood.

The way nature intended it to be.

There will be another body found tonight.

Thank you foryour time.

April fool, right?

- You're kidding, right? - You've picked a very fine diamond.

I'll tell you what, throw in a car and I'll take it. Throw in a hand, I'll take it.

Perhaps a lesser gem would be more appropriate?

Nah, it's perfect.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

What's up, Malloy? You're losing your touch.

He'll get you in the rematch. Don't you worry, buddy.

I got plans tonight and they don't include you guys. I'll get killed if I don't go.

She'll be pissed anyway. One more round isn't gonna make a rat's ass difference.

I forgot I was dealing with the stable-relationship brain trust here.

You guys ever heard of quittin' while you're ahead?

You got a little drinking problem in this area over here.

Give this guy another pop.

You feds any closer to nailing that son of a bitch?

What d'you wanna hear? I got him giftwrapped out in the trunk.

- We're gettin' close. - That's bullshit.

- No, we're getting close. - I hope so.

- Tucker didn't deserve that. - No cop does.

He's puttin' bodies on display like trophies.

Son of a bitch knows we're the ones who have to look at 'em, that's why.

Look, I'd love to tell you we got this guy ready for a toe tag and a slab.

But we're dealin' with a different kind of street logic here.

It's a whole different breed. There's no repeatable patterns.

There's no identifiable method.

He's targeting cops, different precincts, different times. Every site's clean.

But he's gonna fuck up. They all do. When he does, we'll nail him.

Come on, Malloy. We've had nine dead cops inside of six months.

If this was nine dead feds we were talkin' about, that would be a different story.

A different story? You really think I give a shit what kind of badge a man wears?

I think you're feelin' guilty because you and your fed friends are droppin' the ball.

What happened to you, Malloy? You used to be one of us before you became a fed.

Ease up. We're all on the same team here.

Yeah, ease up.

You finished?

Oh, yeah, everyone here knows I'm an asshole.

- You got that right. - You are an asshole.

Everyone knows that. That's a fact of life.

Bring these guys anything they want, please. Just keep their mouths full.

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

You wanna tell me why you were late for dinner?

- Very funny. - Got an excuse?

Sorry.

- How was Donovan's? - How do you know I was at Donovan's?

- Cos I called. - No, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

- That was my imitation of your ex-wife. - Ouch.

Come on, don't go there.

What happened to our date?

These guys are goin' through a bad time, so I was just talkin' to them a little bit.

It's always gonna be somethin'. If not this, somethin' else, Mary.

What is this? The beginning of a "you're just too good for me" speech?

- Is that what this is? - Stop bustin' me already.

Lucky for you, I've been checking out the competition,

and the pickings are pretty damn slim,

so I was thinking, what the hell? Why not stay with me?

Are you tryin' to tell me somethin', huh?

Maybe. Maybe not.

I have a surprise. I got this great surprise,

but it's gonna have to keep for a while.

I'm gonna give it to you, but I wanna have a clear head when I do.

Whatever happened to roses?

Roses? Obviously you haven't been reading Cosmopolitan.

Obviously.

Romantically speaking, roses are totally obsolete

and monkeys are the new language of love.

I didn't know that.

Well, if that's the case...

why don't you and your little friend come to bed?

I think we just got lucky.

Forget it. I work alone.

- I could have made it myself, you know. - And you would have gotten another DUI.

Hey, Jimmy, are you gonna tuck me in?

Christ.

Jimmy?

What the hell is this? A treasure hunt?

Everybody make sure you step on every damn thing you can.

You see anything you want, just take it on home.

- Friend of yours? - Yeah. A long time.

I can't find any sign of gunpowder tattooing.

The shooter was most likely several feet back.

He was in whispering distance.

See the starburst splitting of the skin here, Doc?

Gun was pressed directly against the head. The killer wanted him to feel the barrel.

Nine dead cops inside of six months.

If this was nine dead feds we were talkin' about, that would be a different story.

Let's cut him down.

How long do you plan to have him hang there?

Junior hasn't finished analysing the body.

What do you think you're gonna find? Why don't you get that club out of his throat?

- He's a cop! - Let me handle this.

Fine.

- Hello? - Let me speak with Agent Malloy.

It's for you.

Thanks.

It's Malloy.

- You andyour friend were out late. - Who is this?

Tell me, Malloy, what do you see in that dead cop 's eyes?

Do you see recrimination? Because it's your fault.

Who is this?

They've all died because of you.

What are you talkin' about?

We'll get to that. But first things first.

You know, she's got a lovely place here.

Nice neighbourhood. It almost looked safe... until now.

You really should have stayed home and played house, instead of playing hunter.

He's at my house.

Her name is Mary, right? I'll bet she has nice eyes.

- He's at my fuckin' house! - 1311 Oak! Westside. Go! Go!

Come on, Mary.

- Pick up the goddamn phone! - Send all available units.

I'm sorry, but Mary can't come to the phone right now.

What do you want?

You're the agent in charge ofmy case, aren't you?

That's right, so whatever you gotta do, do it to me!

I am doing it to you, Malloy.

And I'm doing it to her.

You still haven't told me what you want.

Four years ago you were in charge ofan investigation ofa series ofmurders.

Atrocities against prostitutes. I call it removing diseased filth.

You got very close to getting me.

You'd rather protect them and remove me.

You made my life hell. So now I'm returning the favour.

- Keep him talking, Jake. - Hunting the hunter.

I won't live long. The odds are against that.

So what time I have left, I will dedicate to you.

I'll always be close, like hide -and-seek.

Now, about Mary...

To kill a man is easy, but kill what he loves and he dies a thousand times.

Please don't hurt her.

Please.

I'll see you, butyou won't see me.

Mary! Mary!

Mary! Mary!

Where is she? Mary! Mary!

Oh, jeez.

Agent Hendricks!

We got him.

Hey, Tommy!

What's the story?

Security guard spotted him covered in blood, dressed in SWAT gear.

Son of a bitch didn't say a word, just opened fire.

- Guard OK? - He took one in the leg.

Lost a lot of blood. Called for backup before he passed out.

I see you, you see me.

You on the roof, identify yourself.

Identify yourself now. This is the police.

You buyin' shares in this place?

Hey. Kill me again.

Listen to me. I...

I've been diggin' around.

There's this place out in Wyoming. It's a detox centre.

Just hear me out this time.

It's run by a former cop for cops.

You know...

if she'd never met me,

never knew me, she'd still be alive.

I'm where I wanna be, where I should be.

That's where I am.

OK. I'll make you a deal.

You blow your brains out like a damn man

and stop pissing on Mary's memory one sorry-ass day at a time,

and I'll take care of your tab.

What the fuck is...?! What's the matter with you?!

It's all right, everybody. A little accident. Everybody relax.

What's the matter with you?!

Whether you like it or not, you still got a life to live.

It doesn't end here.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Transmigration of the soul? Any of that stuff?

I do believe I was a shitkicker in a previous life.

Well...

nothing a few nice curtains couldn't fix up.