Dot.Kill (2005) - full transcript

Old-fashioned NYPD detective Charlie Daines, a grave long cancer sufferer, feels out of his depth when as serial killer posts his gruesomely imaginative murders, mostly on top managers, on Internet, first spotted by his couch-potato son Vinnie. The brass rather confides the high-profile case to 'nerds', champion of whom is wheelchair-stuck Adam Sotrel. Charlie systematically alienates everybody, family and colleagues, but finds an angle to approach the case.

Distorted voice:

Imagine a disease.

Imagine a disease that lives

in the air you breathe.

In the air that everyone

breathes, everywhere.

Everywhere on the planet Earth.

The disease

infects your mind.

It makes your mind

want things.

Things to own,

things to consume.

The more you own and consume,

the more you want.

You don't have

to imagine this disease.

It's all around you,

inside you.

Telling you lies,

infecting your mind.

These things harm you.

Without a cure,

they will kill you.

I have a cure.

The cure begins now.

( woman singing Greek hymn )

? Never look her

in the eye ?

? Never tell the truth

? If she knows

you'll pay her ?

? You know she'll

have to burn you ?

? Never tell

the one you want ?

? That you do

? Save it for

the deathbed ?

? When you know you

kept her wanting you... ?

( cell phone ringing )

Know where I am?

Yeah, I remember you.

I'll see you outside.

Okay.

Hey, Stevie?

You haven't been in my

shaving kit, have you?

Yeah, sure.

Ha ha.

What the hell is that?

( man groaning )

I don't know.

Some kind of game.

I clicked on a pop-up

and I got this.

Christ.

You better get out

of the house more often, pal.

Whatever happened

to hanging out on the street

corner with your friends?

What happened to stickball,

for Christ's sakes?

Staring at a freaking screen

his whole freaking life.

It ain't healthy.

- No bacon, huh?

- No bacon.

Yeah, no bacon, no sausage,

no home fries.

Egg whites and melon.

- Next weekend, pancakes.

- What is this?

Not even a whisper

of butter on my toast.

- We agreed,

we're gonna get healthy.

- Yeah, healthy.

How you feeling?

Never better.

I got a cough.

Thank God

you gave up smoking.

Yeah, thank God.

Need any more mints or gum?

No, thanks,

I got mints coming out

of my ears right now.

Appreciate it.

- ( spits )

- God damn you.

God damn it.

- You shaving with those?

- Must have slipped

into my bag.

Yeah, then it must have

slipped into your coffee.

And don't look under

the bed because the pack

that was there

must have slipped

into the garbage.

That's funny, Mary.

That's really funny.

Could you get me another

cup of coffee, please?

By the grace of God,

you could be lying in

a hospital bed, dying.

We're changing

our lives, Charlie.

We're gonna exercise,

we're gotta eat healthy.

Oh, Christ, starve me

to death, why don't you?

Stevie:

Oh, shit!

- Mary: No more smokin'!

- ( grunts )

Shame on us if we

don't learn from this.

- Throw out

the Viagra as well.

- ( cell phone ringing )

- ( sirens wailing )

- Christ.

I'd just seen this

on my kid's computer.

You and two million

other people. Motherfucker

put it on the internet.

- I don't like Stevie

watching this crap.

- Aw, shit.

- Who is he?

- Edward Maxwell,

a big-shot CEO.

Ran a company

called Equivalum.

- You call CITU?

- Yeah.

Man:

Keep those reporters back.

- This is some fuckin' rig.

- Man: Fuckin' nuts, huh?

Is that your official report?

What's with the camera?

It's a laptop PC connected

to a G5 modem.

- There.

- What is that, cellular?

Yeah, expensive.

All the ID numbers

have been filed off.

- You unplug that thing?

- Yeah, I unplugged it.

- That's unplugged?

- Yeah.

- Locate the feed.

- Can't find it.

- Who's shotgun is this?

- We're tracing it.

Locate the feed.

- Do your surveillance, Mick.

- Mm-hmm.

Every fuckin' angle, here.

Sounds--

( coughing )

Sounds good.

You know what?

You're right.

Fuck seeing a doctor.

You know better.

Have CITU break down

the hard drive

of that thing.

Just push forensics on it.

Maybe we'll get a print.

We'll get lucky.

( laughs, coughs )

- Just get me

out of here now.

- You all right?

Yeah, just find out what

his last days in the world

were like and get a lead.

Charlie:

I'm in pain.

Man on phone:

Charlie, it's into your liver

and into your bones.

- You need to tell Mary.

- Just give me something,

will ya?

Charlie, I've given

you the highest doses

of Oxycontin that I can.

- Give me something more.

- I can't give you any more.

- This is a crock of shit.

- It's not a crock of shit,

it's morphine.

If I give you any more,

I've gotta put you

in the hospital.

Just give me something

please to immobilize the pain

so I can function.

Come on, I can't have

57 guys standing around

waiting for me

to cough my lungs out

so I can get through

a sentence to tell 'em

what has to be done.

Are you gonna give me

something or not?

Let me put you

in the hospital.

After a few

weeks in the hospital,

I'm walking around

with a morphine drip

in one hand the other one

shoved up my ass.

Limping like a vomiting zombie

adds up to one thing:

Humiliation

upon humiliation!

And I'm not into it!

Are we clear on that?

I'm in pain, man.

- I'm in real fucking pain.

- Charlie, I love you.

If you don't listen to me

you're going to be dead

in a couple weeks.

- Are you doing this with me?

Are you doing this with me?

- No. No!

- You're not doing it?

- I'm not doing it.

Fuck you!

I'll find somebody else!

- There is nobody else.

- The hell there ain't!

You think you're

the only doctor on earth?

You shyster ingrate fuck!

You know how much business

I brought you?

You wouldn't be

in Saddle River without me.

You driving a BMW now?

- Drive off a fuckin' cliff!

- ( phone beeps )

You fuck.

( sighs )

Are you awake?

Uh-huh.

There's something

I wanted to tell you.

( choir singing )

I took off early.

I'm at the church now.

So go home and I'll see

you in a little bit.

Bye-bye.

( pipe organ playing )

( water splashing )

What are you

doing in church?

I'm here to pick you up.

Something wrong with that?

No, but it's like it

happens every day, right?

So what?

- What's going on?

- What's going on?

- Yeah, what's going on?

- Pop, you're everywhere.

What are you talking about?

Come on, you can't

tell me you don't

know what's going on.

( train rattling )

Charlie:

I'm coming already.

Relax, will ya?

Your mother's down there

having a fucking conniption.

- Can we eat, please?

- Dad, you gotta see this.

- I want it off!

- Mary: It's on the table!

All right, but you're

on the web, Dad.

Yeah, look.

You and Uncle Mickey.

Look.

What the hell?

I could use

some help, guys!

What are you

looking at?

Charlie:

How the hell'd they do that?

Oh my God!

( sirens wailing )

Mickey:

Remember Maxwell ran

this company called Equivalum?

- Yeah.

- Well, Equivalum was

web-jacked three days ago.

Right.

And a web-jack

is what again?

They steal their accounts

off the internet.

They disappear,

bank accounts,

- serial numbers, ID codes...

- ( coughing )

phone lines, whole shebang--

gone, never existed.

- I get it.

- 40 divisions

in 50 countries,

the only way these people

communicate is by pigeon.

Now the CEO was murdered

on the internet,

the Dow is down 140 points

because there's rumors that

Equivalum's going under.

What does the Dow have to do

with doing the goddamn

surveillance work?

- Did you do the surveillance

work like I said?

- Yes!

Did Petey run the numbers

on the laptops and the cameras?

- Chemically etched off,

just like the modem.

- There's no prints?

- Not a thing.

- The modem will

give up something.

- Just got to trace it.

- No, it's stolen. There's no

way to trace it!

Fucking bullshit!

A modem goes back

to where it comes from.

All right?

Even I know that.

The chip was made in Taiwan,

400,000 every year.

Anyone could

have bought it.

- So this is her, right?

- Yeah.

Sorry it took

so long to get back.

Barbara Canosa, this is

Detective Daines, the leading

investigator in the case.

Barbara was

Maxwell's secretary.

It's lovely to meet you.

Thank you for coming down.

Did he get you coffee?

- I'm fine, thank you.

- Good.

This is pretty

nasty stuff, hmm?

Mr. Maxwell was

a wonderful man.

I know the society pages

never showed that side

of him, but he was.

He treated us

all like family.

And his wife,

what she saw--

What we all saw.

( gasps )

I'm sorry.

Take your time.

( train rattling )

Barbara, you've been

very helpful.

Thank you

for coming down here.

I appreciate it.

You want us

to get you a cab?

- No, my brother's

waiting outside.

- Thanks, we'll talk soon.

- Thanks. Thank you.

- Thank you again, Barbara.

So whatever he was doing

between 3:15 and 5:45

- is the big

mystery around here.

- That's it.

Check the traffic lights,

cameras, surveillance,

- banks, warehouses--

- Been there, done that.

We got Maxwell going

to lunch and that's all.

There he is

going to lunch.

Now the bad news, Byrnes

wants a briefing at 10:00.

I'm not feeling

that great today.

I feel fuckin' rotten.

- Okay.

- Run that thing back

for me, will ya?

Mm-hmm.

( jungle sound effects )

Distorted voice:

Imagine a disease.

Imagine a disease

that lives in the air.

In the air that everyone

breathes, everywhere.

Everywhere on

the planet Earth.

( website continues

playing )

Why aren't you up there?

'Cause I ain't

feeling that good.

Mickey's on

top of it.

Well you, you get

on top of it.

Because this thing's

gonna blow up into some

fuckin' mishkadense.

My phone's ringing

off the hook.

The mayor,

the chief, the papers,

my friggin' ears hurt.

My fuckin' sister

in Ronkonkoma called

me about it.

Jesus, Charlie,

this internet shit

gives me nightmares.

And don't even ask me

about jurisdiction

because I don't even

fuckin' know.

We got a murder that

took place in Brooklyn,

fine, that's us.

But it's a crime

to transmit those images

over the internet.

That means anywhere

it was broadcast,

local jurisdiction

has a claim.

Charlie:

Good. Keep it

with us, then.

Fuckin' A, Charlie.

Somebody dies in

Buckingham Palace,

I see it on the web,

I ain't hoppin' the first

fuckin' flight to London.

Distorted voice:

I have a cure.

The cure begins now.

- Okay?

- That's it.

Okay, we've all seen

what happened after that.

So, Captain Byrnes has

convened specialists from

several different agencies

to assist in

the investigation.

Adam Sotrel's first up.

Thank you.

Good morning.

I think we should

get right to it.

Unlike the virus,

the worm requires

no action

from its victims

to activate.

They spread from system

to system with relative ease.

That's what

we're dealing with.

Let's have a look

how the worm worked

Phase one: entry.

By successfully hacking

into the Equivalum...

- ( buzzing )

- ...the perpetrators enjoyed

many of the same privileges

as the system administrator.

- Mickey: What a monster

headache that was, huh?

- ( coughing )

What's going on?

You all right?

God damn it,

I got the flu.

- I can't get rid of it.

- See a doctor.

That's why we call

'em doctors.

( train rattling )

Hey, Jane?

Yeah, Detective Daines.

Charlie.

Charlie Daines.

( chuckles )

Yeah.

How you doing?

Good good good.

I need you to do me a favor.

( Charlie coughing )

( gasping )

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How've you been?

- Good.

- Good.

- Are you all right?

Yeah.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah.

Oh, good.

Thank God.

Hey, you sure you don't

want me to do that for you?

No, I can do it.

It's not like I haven't

had the practice.

( laughs )

- How've you been?

- Good.

Yeah, you look good.

Better than the last

time I seen you.

No tracks.

11 months, three days.

Good girl.

I'm sorry I asked

you to do this.

No no no.

If not for you I'd be

in Rikers right now.

Ridiculous amount

of pain to be in.

How much do I owe ya?

100.

Here, buy yourself

something.

- I can't take this--

- Go on, get outta here.

What's going on

with you anyway?

Give me some good news.

Well, I'm stripping

four nights a week--

Christ's sakes, you call

that good news?

You might as well

not have fuckin' known me.

Not-- not totally naked.

Just topless.

No sex.

- It's just dancing.

- Oh, good.

Plus, you get to be

the first to know--

I signed up

for my GED today.

- That's great.

- Yeah.

I'm a little worried

about it though.

They want me to buy

all these books.

I'm gonna have to read

'em really fast too.

I've gotta take

a test in six weeks.

- You're gonna do fine.

- Yeah, I feel good.

I feel like I'm finally

getting a handle on

things, you know?

( whispers )

You'll do fine.

You're gonna do fine.

( woman singing Greek hymn )

( coughing )

Charlie, that cough's

getting worse.

Maybe we should

call Vinnie.

Just leave

Vinnie out of it.

- I'm feeling fine.

- I want a second opinion.

Just put it to bed.

( continues coughing )

You didn't put my

cigarettes in this,

did you?

It's a protein shake.

Drink it.

I enrolled us at a yoga

class at the Y. We start

a week from Saturday.

That's great, honey.

I don't need to join

the Hare Krishna.

All I want

is a cigarette.

Have a mint.

Have a piece of gum.

I hate mints

and I hate gum

and I hate--

"People who eat

mints and chew gum."

I know.

- I'd lose my head if

I wasn't attached to it.

- Hey, where're you going?

Charlie:

Just a second.

( coughing )

- Charlie: Oh, Christ.

- Stevie: Oh my God,

that's sick!

- You think that's a game?

- What?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

Well now

the fuck you know.

Somebody just died!

( sirens wailing )

( police radio chatter )

Charles Horvath.

Another CEO,

another big company.

This is gonna

make people crazy.

You got any stocks?

You better sell 'em now.

- Go look for cameras.

- Already doing it.

No, other cameras.

Hey Petey,

pull the feed

on that thing?

Yeah.

- Run the numbers on it

for me, will ya?

- You got it.

How many people see this?

Adam said two million,

maybe more.

They used the forced

feed on the Equivalum

site again, so...

we're dealing with the same

guy or group, whatever.

Some fucking wacko,

I don't know.

Hey Charlie, you know,

there could be a silver

lining to all this.

- What?

- We crack this case,

you're Holmes,

I'm Dr. Watson.

As opposed to who?

Chico and Zeppo?

I think you're out of your

fucking mind sometimes.

Holy shit.

I want to look for cameras!

( siren blaring )

( ship horn blowing )

Hey.

How you doin'?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

A little pain.

How about you?

Still shakin'

down the coconuts?

Here.

Thank you, sweetie.

Just what

the doctor ordered.

( chuckles )

Hey, did you ever go

for your permit?

- No.

- Why not?

You gotta get out

of here more, you know?

Gotta get out.

Whoever we're after

has undoubtedly left

an electronic footprint

on a database somewhere

around the world.

Unfortunately,

these databases

are not integrated.

And with the help of

the Justice Department,

I authored software

to cross-reference them

and look for suspicious

patterns of behavior.

Now, the antiglobalist

network started

in 1999 in Seattle,

Washington.

And then mushroomed

into something larger

and quite frankly

more dangerous in

Genoa 2001

when a protestor,

Carlo Guiliani,

was shot and killed

by the police.

Now after that, hundreds,

maybe thousands of these

violent splinter groups

sprung up all

over the world.

And in my opinion,

we're looking for one

or more of these groups.

Do we have files

on all these groups?

You got people working?

Absolutely.

Who's in New York,

who's been to New York,

who's coming to New York.

Next thing we got do

is look at the capabilities

of these groups.

And why can't this

be one person?

Sure, one-person part

of a classic cellular

terrorist organization.

No, no organizations.

One person operating alone.

Then go with God,

Detective Daines.

I'm sorry, that's what

I think it is.

If you take that line

of investigation,

you're gonna end up

wandering the desert

for 40 days and 40 nights.

( laughs )

Right now I'm feeling

like John the Baptist

right before

the fucking ax, pal,

because I haven't

a fucking clue as to what

you just told me.

( laughing )

Aw, fuck it,

don't mind me.

NASDAQ and the Dow Jones

took a big dip this morning

which is obviously a direct

consequence of what's

been going on here.

If you ask me, that points

to an antiglobalist network.

I've also put together

what I believe to be a

strong list of contenders.

- How many?

- 253.

Two hundred fifty

fuckin' three, holy shit.

I know it sounds

like a lot,

but I can cut that

in half in a couple days,

so won't worry.

How do you do that?

Hackers, code writers

and virus writers,

they all share

one thing in common.

They all speak

the same language.

And even if you don't know

how to speak that language,

which I'm sure you don't,

you still gotta

know where hackers

congregate in cyberspace.

Well, right now I feel

like I'm in cyberspace.

( chuckles )

Obviously, we don't

speak that language.

So you're the boss, pal.

Continue.

I can solicit information

without losing cover.

I think we should look

at American organizations

as the pathology

tends to lean toward

a patriotic bent,

albeit extreme.

Albeit.

Got to love a guy

who uses albeit.

Right, Tommy?

All right, Charlie.

Get on with it, Adam.

Go ahead.

Charlie:

Why are you turning this

thing into rocket science?

We've studied all the

cases there is to study.

The profile is white, male,

under 40 and affluent besides--

Stop, Charlie.

Stop!

Let me make it real easy

for you: what the kid wants

he gets.

That's great, Tommy.

You know?

The kid utters a couple

three-syllable words,

you drop your fuckin' pants

and bend over for him.

You know, when you

run for office

use him as

a campaign manager.

The groups, Charlie!

Work the groups!

You're a shanty Irish

prick fuck, always were

and always will be!

Fuck you too!

I'd like to take that

shanty Irish prick,

put him on the next

boat to Belfast.

- All right, take it easy.

- I got to be denigrated

in public

by this little

web-headed fuck?

( coughing )

Take it easy, Charlie.

Come on, easy.

What are you looking at?

Go back to your exercises.

You got a problem

with a man coughing?

Come on.

And lose some weight,

you fat fuck.

Hey.

( gasping )

You coming in?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Two pops in one day

ain't good, Charlie.

You're gonna get a jones.

No way.

- You want a habit?

- No way.

So what's going on?

I'm dying.

( laughs )

What?

I'm dying.

Doctor told me that.

Imagine that.

( chuckles )

No fucking dairy.

What the fuck do they know?

Dying.

Charlie...

is there anything

that you want from me?

Anything.

Three things I got right...

my whole life:

My wife, my kid...

and my work.

That's my Holy Trinity.

I'm not losing that.

( Charlie coughing )

( coughing continues )

- Hey.

- Hey.

You all right?

Yeah, a little tired.

And now I'm late.

Same old, right?

- Catch you later, Mickey.

- Mm-hmm.

( sirens wailing )

Oh God, what's this?

Flat,

it's the latest thing.

That's what the guy

told me anyway.

Dad, look,

about before...

I'm sorry.

I felt like a real

idiot afterwards, but...

you've got to understand,

my friends are online

all the time.

It's-- it's kinda like

what we do, you know?

What do you want to

do with your life?

We always talked about,

you know, following

in your footsteps.

No, don't.

Don't settle

for what I do.

- You think

I'm not good enough?

- Oh, come on.

Can't you see what all

these years of wading through

this shit has done to me?

You're watching crazies

on the computer all day long,

I'm chasing them down

the street. What the hell

is the difference?

There's good people

in the world, you know.

Beautiful people.

You're not gonna find

them chasing the pension.

That's all I did.

For 30 years.

Chasing the pension.

You know,

smell the ocean.

Get that thing inside

before your mother finds

out what I spent on it.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Everything is beautiful.

You get Stevie's

new monitor?

Mm-hmm.

Did you get the bad guy?

Working on it.

( Charlie breathing heavily )

Charlie?

- You're up early.

- Yeah.

Know what I've been

thinking about?

( wheezes )

What?

Go to Acapulco,

just me and you.

Yeah.

We'll bring Stevie.

No, just the two of us.

Stevie can stay with my

brother when he comes back.

- What do you think?

- Acapulco...

Acapulco was great.

( woman singing Greek hymn )

( glass shatters )

( phone ringing )

Yeah? Yeah.

We think it's the pier

on Coney Island.

Get Carson over on

those piers now!

Call the Port Authority,

find out who made that ladder,

where it was distributed.

Will you talk to me, Adam,

please for Christ's sakes?

Will you talk to me?!

The image is coming

in from a cell phone.

I think it's a G5.

Will you just get me a location

before the poor man drowns?

- I'm working on it.

- Before he drowns!

I'm working on it.

Man:

Still don't have anything.

No!

God damn it!

( sirens wailing )

( Charlie coughing )

When are you going

to go see a doctor?

You're like a kid with

a toothache who won't

go to the dentist.

Satellites, huh?

Cellular cameras?

CITU say something

about that?

Adam said the signal

bounced all over the world.

Went up and down through

leased time and two, three

satellite uplinks.

Signals got to end up

somewhere, though, right?

E-mail accounts.

Six different countries,

untraceable.

- His profile list said what?

- 107 groups.

- 107 groups?

- You want to give

the guy a break?

It's down from 253.

- The feds gave

him clearance, right?

- Mm-hmm.

Carnivore,

whatever the fuck it is.

What's he doing with that?

Running warrants, chasing

e-mails, internet activity.

- That's good.

- Let the kid run with this.

He understands this shit.

- You're a dinosaur, Charlie.

- Whatever.

Hey, Enrique!

( Charlie coughing )

Thanks, buddy.

- Hey, Harwell.

- Yep?

Have you seen Daines?

( grunting )

He's not upstairs?

No, and it's important.

I think we got a break.

- On the profile list?

- Yeah, Thadeus Moore.

On the morning

of the Maxwell killing,

he paid for a gypsy cab

on his credit card.

The fare originated about

half a mile from the warehouse

where the body was found.

And the timeline also fits.

So two years ago, Moore was

arraigned for the Fungi virus

which didn't stick,

but he's still got ties

with the Black Guard.

He was arrested

in Seattle in '99

and Genoa in 2001.

But this is where I get

really excited,

because eight years ago,

the guy was arrested

for publicly claiming he was

going to commit suicide online.

I know, it would have

been nice, right?

But somebody

in his inner circle

gave him up, otherwise

I'm pretty sure he would

have succeeded.

Some world we're

living in, huh?

- I gotta shower.

- All right.

Where in the fuck

is your partner?

I told you.

He had to go to the doctor.

Did you hear the cough

on him? The guy's dying.

Give him a break.

I'd like to give him a break

right across his fucking head.

All right, what about Moore?

Adam says this is a good thing.

Yeah, okay.

But find your

fuckin' partner.

- Thanks for stopping by.

- Sure.

- How you been?

- Okay.

Good. Sit down.

I appreciate this.

I hope you're hungry.

I probably shouldn't take

a lunch today. It's been

crazy at the office.

( coughing )

I suppose you heard about

these other homicides.

- Waitress: What can I get you?

- Sorry, we're not gonna

eat today.

- You want

a cappuccino or something?

- Iced tea, please.

Thank you.

There's just a couple

of things that,

I don't know, seem

a little inconsistent

in terms of what you said.

I just wanted

to go over those.

You know how West Street

runs north and south,

and then you got Chambers

and you got Liberty, right?

Yeah.

On a surveillance tape

on that particular day,

maybe it's Murphy's Law,

your boss took a left

out of the building and went

down to Liberty.

And I just wondered

if there's anything in

the Liberty area

that could have occupied

him for so long.

I mean...

you said he was down there

for over an hour and a half.

And, I don't know.

I-- I don't know.

There was something that might

have piqued his curiosity.

Maybe we could just

cut to the chase,

so to speak.

He goes to

a shop sometimes.

What kind of shop?

Happy Bob's.

( laughing )

He goes to Happy Bob's?

( laughing )

( sirens wailing,

horns honking )

( police radio

chatter )

That's it. Today's the day

I strangle my partner.

You got something?

Yeah, I'm tracking his

passwords and login names.

Before 9/11 there's

no way we'd have got

authorization to do this.

Piece of shit

like Thadeus Moore,

he'd have been

protected by the liberal

agenda of the ACLU.

Mickey:

What did people like this

do before the internet?

That's what

I'd like to know.

What's this maniac doing?

He's checking his stocks now?

He's making a fortune

and he's shorting everything.

- What's that mean?

- He's betting on the market

going down.

- So this son of a bitch

is making millions?

- If I'm reading this right.

This all started

a couple of hours before

the Equivalum web-jacking.

Holy shit. It's all been

about making money.

This is our guy,

isn't it?

If it isn't,

he's either psychic

or he's got the best broker

in the history of finance.

What do you want to do?

I gotta call Byrnes.

( dialing )

This is a homicide

investigation.

You want me

to take you in?

Now the last time

Mr. Maxwell was in here

did you see anything

out of the ordinary?

- Like what?

- I don't know.

Did he talk to anyone?

Did he solicit anyone?

Was he waiting here for

somebody? Was somebody

waiting for him?

I remember he sat in usual

seat and watched.

And he doesn't talk

or associate with any

of these girls?

No talk, no touch.

Just put money for

girls on bar.

Look, this guy

never gave no trouble.

I'm sorry he's dead.

Hell of a way to go.

Came usual way,

he left usual way.

What is the usual

way around here?

He was important man.

He use back door.

So, there's

an alley out here?

- Yeah, sure there's alley.

- Who lets him out?

- I let him out.

- Was there anyone in the

alley that afternoon?

He stop and talk

to someone around

corner, end of alley.

He spoke to someone?

Yeah, some beggar.

How would you know that

if he was around the corner?

'Cause he talked to him--

he's looking down.

( sirens wailing )

Won't do you any good.

Yeah?

Why not?

Maxwell left 4:45.

Guy who owns this

place is cheapskate.

Camera's not turned

on till 6:00.

I'll tell you what,

you give me that tape...

or you and your boss are

going to be dancing just like

that on Riker's Island.

Police!

Don't move!

- Freeze!

- Show me the gun!

Thadeus Moore,

you're under arrest for--

( radios chatter )

Come on, don't get

discouraged.

What do you want

me to tell you?

It was a good lead.

I tried to call you.

Too bad he under

the knife at the time

of the second kill.

How was I supposed

to know?

- You gotta investigate.

- Fuck you, Charlie.

I'm telling you,

don't break my balls.

I had a long night.

This could have been

good, listen to this.

"If not for the fact

that the suspect

had a follow-up procedure

on the day of the third kill,

this would have been

a historical breakthrough--"

- Ooh, shit.

- Yeah? And where were you?

The warrant popped

and where were you?

Somebody had to make the call.

It was a Robin move,

that's all.

Batman would never

have done that.

You know what?

Go fuck yourself, really.

I'm a dinosaur, huh?

I'm a dinosaur?

I guess you gotta kiss

my big fat brontosaurus

ass on this one, huh?

Look at that.

( chuckles )

Made "The Times"

as well.

Whole world's full

of shit, right?

Keep your chin up,

all right?

- Keep your chin up.

- All right, all right.

( groaning )

( pills rattling )

( water running )

What are you doing?

You buying or selling?

Which?

Only a crazy man would be

buying in this climate.

Can I help you,

Detective Daines?

Call me Charlie, Adam.

Will you?

All right, Charlie Adam.

( chuckles )

You busted your ass

on this, didn't you?

Me? I'm a dinosaur.

I ain't got the grasp,

you know?

Passed me by.

So, you trying

to make nice now?

No.

We're on the same

case, aren't we?

Still gotta crack it.

You like beer?

I'm actually a diet

soda man, myself.

My father was a cop.

My uncle was a cop.

My cousins were all

cops up in the Bronx.

All cops.

Your mother?

My mother hated cops.

Hated every fuckin' one.

( laughs )

How ironic is that?

I've been cut, shot, hacked

and fucked over for 20 years.

- I loved

every minute of it.

- Me too.

- That's the life.

- I got no complaints.

- I got no boss

and nobody to answer to.

- There you go.

- What's wrong

with that, huh?

- You tell me.

This is where it's at.

I don't know.

Still feels pointless

sometimes, though.

Why pointless?

- What are we here for?

- Hey, Sully!

Give me a little Johnnie.

I mean, we're here to make

a difference, right?

Yeah.

I think more

than anything else,

what you father and uncles

had that we don't

has got to be a sense of,

I don't know, fulfillment.

- Accomplishment.

- I've had it.

- You had it?

- Fuckin' A well,

I had it.

The question is,

do you have it now?

Come on, man, you get it back.

What the hell we here for?

What's life about?

Is there?

Sully, come here.

Look at this

son of a bitch.

How the hell you put

an end to that crap?

The financial stocks continue

to slide as brokerages face

mounting pressure

from regulators.

Banks face uncertainty...

And in biotechnology,

biotechs rallied today...

- You made plans for dinner?

- Hmm.

- Let's get out of here.

- Cool.

( game voices chatting )

Adam:

I mean, take this case.

Billions of dollars

that could have been used

to fight disease

or help the homeless,

where has it gone?

It's wasted.

- And you know what?

It's gonna get worse.

- Unless you catch him.

Here's an analogy

for you, all right?

December the 6th, 1941,

and we get intelligence

that the Japanese are gonna

strike Pearl Harbor.

Instead of running

to our cockpits

we decide to go

out for dinner,

have a glass of wine

and get a good night's sleep.

I mean, it's lunacy,

isn't it?

So anyway, I get paid

to consult and tell everybody

that tomorrow's

gonna be December the 7th.

And still they don't

do anything about it.

So when the bombs come

and I see the fear

and terror in their eyes,

I just sit back

and watch with something

less than amusement.

- I'm sorry, I talk

too much sometimes.

- Not at all.

- Can I help

with the dishes?

- No no.

That's my job.

All right.

Hey, Stevie, you wanna

see a dynamite cheat?

Yeah, sure,

you got a good one?

( coughing )

I'm just gonna

take him back.

Charlie, I'm

worried about you.

I'm gonna check

into a hospital.

I'm gonna get through this.

You feel so good.

Hit the triangle

four times really fast.

- ( beeping )

- Then hit the square

three times.

And hit select.

( laughing )

That's pretty cool,

I like that.

- How do you know that?

- It's just my secret.

- Not anymore, it's not.

- Charlie: Hit the road?

- Sure, I'm ready when you are.

- You're the general.

Take care, huh?

Thank you, Detective.

You have a very

beautiful family.

( car starting )

Officer:

6:00 and 7:00.

Yo, Daines!

Expecting something

from Happy Bob's porn

shop, big fella?

- Oh, yeah.

- If my sister did

one of those,

I'd stick her tits

in hot soup.

Mickey:

I'm telling you,

he's not right.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, Charlie--

Fuck! Another one

on the kill site!

Adam, tell me

you got a location

or you're fuckin' fired.

- I've got a signal.

I think I'm close.

- Close doesn't get it.

Close does not

fucking get it.

Is she handcuffed

to the wheel?

Mickey:

Holy shit, she's naked.

Byrnes:

Get a location, Adam.

Adam:

I got it! There it is.

Byrnes:

All right, let's move!

Let's move!

( sirens wailing,

people murmuring )

( whimpers )

- Don't get too close.

- Gotta get her out of there.

- It's rigged!

It's gonna blow!

- I gotta get her out.

- Get the fuck out of my way!

- Are you crazy?

No! Stop him!

No!

Charlie:

No!

No!

( panting )

Adam's voice:

Thank you, Detective. You have

a very beautiful family.

( coughs )

( tires screeching )

- Jesus Christ.

- Are you okay?

Stevie, come on!

Charlie:

Get to your brother's house.

Let's get the hell

out of here now.

- Mary: What the hell happened?

- Charlie: Just wait in the car.

Just wait in the car.

Stevie!

Stevie! You hear

us calling you?

Move your ass!

- There's a message for you.

- What'd you say to me?

In my e-mail.

You see what

this guy's doing?

You believe him

and not me?

Just 'cause he's a killer

doesn't mean he's a liar.

Are you accusing me of being

unfaithful to your mother?

- It's there

for the world to see.

- I met the kid at a hostel.

She was whoring around

chasing eight balls.

- I'm the one got her off it.

- What were you doing with her?

She was in her

second year of parole,

I called in a favor.

- For what?

- Morphine!

For the agony I'm in.

Or haven't you noticed?

Come in.

Sit the fuck down.

What in the motherfucking

world was going on

in your head when you

ran up to that car?

You had to know

it was gonna be rigged.

I mean, what the fuck

happened yesterday?

You wake up and forget

everything you ever knew

about police work?

Talk to me, Charlie,

because I am telling you

in all my fucking days,

that is the stupidest

fucking thing I've ever

seen a fellow officer do.

Jesus fucking Christ!

You better talk

to me, Charlie.

That was a crisis situation.

Maybe you pulling a stupid

fucking stunt

like that caused

that girl's death?

Maybe this fucking maniac

pulled the switch

because he saw you running.

For all you know,

he was gonna let that car

sit there until

next fucking Christmas.

We could've decorated

the fucking thing!

Tom, you don't

know what the--

Shut the fuck up!

( phone ringing )

Get the fuck

out of my office.

( siren blaring )

Man:

Hey, what's up man?

All right.

All right.

What's going on?

What can I do for you?

- Hey, you.

- I'm busy.

Keep walking, okay?

- Want something hot?

- I'm a cop, you wanna

get locked up?

Get the fuck outta here.

( chattering )

My partner over here,

he's got the good shit.

Enjoy.

Take it easy.

( sighs )

( needles clattering )

( voices yelling )

( phone ringing )

Yeah?

Yeah, it's Mickey.

We need to talk.

- Yeah?

- In private.

Good, I like private.

In fact, I know just the place.

( thunder rumbling )

You know I took you

swimming here once

when you were a kid?

Do you remember that?

Yeah, I remember.

Do you?

You look like shit,

Charlie.

What did you want?

- I talked to Tommy.

- Yeah?

We're taking you

off the case.

Really?

You're sticking shit

in your arms, Charlie.

You're an addict.

I'm a what?

- ( laughing, coughing )

- I remembered the girl.

Arrested her two years ago,

she was a street junkie.

You started something up with

her and you ended up like this.

- ( coughing )

- Where's your self-respect?

- I'm taking you to the doctor.

- Ah! You fuck!

God damn you!

God damn you!

God damn you!

God damn you!

( both grunting )

( gasping )

( Charlie coughing )

You know the one bad thing

that kid did on this earth?

She hustled two

drops of morphine.

And you got me talkin'

in a fucking shooting

gallery?

- You blab

to Tommy about me?

- I was worried!

You set her up, you fuck.

You set her up!

- I didn't say anything!

- Admit it.

- What's going on in that

fucking mind of yours?

- Admit it!

I didn't say a fucking word!

I said nothing!

- God damn it, if I

fucking die here tonight!

- I didn't say a word!

Yeah? Come here!

You gonna burn me?

You wanna burn me!

I never told Byrnes

about the girl.

I swear.

I swear.

( elevator running )

- Can you help me?

- No problem.

- Thanks.

- You in?

- Yeah, going up?

- Going down.

What goes down,

must come up, right?

( beeping )

( alarm beeping )

There's got to be some

way we can stop it.

Are the backup files

all secure?

Man:

Firewall's not working.

Man #2:

Save your files.

We're fucked.

Yeah, what is it?

( officer screaming )

( body thuds )

( dialing phone )

Man on phone:

Anderson Shipping.

Thank you, I'm trying

to contact a company called

Anderson Warehousing.

Yes, sir.

That's one of our divisions.

Hold on and I'll connect you.

( ringing )

( panting, whimpering )

( dialing phone )

( phone ringing )

- Yeah?

- I think we got lucky.

That bust we did below

the Williamsburg Bridge

last year,

that was off

John Street, wasn't it?

Uh, John Street,

John Street, yeah, I remember.

Meet me there.

( bottle clattering )

( distant whimpering )

( whimpering continues )

( muffled gagging )

( wheezing, panting )

( gasping )

- Move it.

Move it, Charlie.

- ( coughing )

Christ.

You're all right.

- Jesus Christ.

- ( whimpering )

You all right?

Look at me, look at me.

You're all right.

You're all right.

- What's your name?

- My name's Jim.

Jim? I'm Charlie.

You're gonna be all right.

- You got kids, Jim?

- Yeah, I got two.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Me too, I got a boy.

They drive you nuts,

but you love the hell

out of them, right?

Jim:

Yeah.

There you go.

You gonna be all right.

Get up.

- Get up.

- ( grunting )

- All right!

- ( all cheering )

( laughing softly )

( cheering continues )

You're a fucking saint.

- Thank you!

- Yeah, all right.

- Get him a slice of pizza.

- Thank you.

Mickey:

Come on, I got you.

Easy, I got you.

( snickers )

( cheering )

Hey, whoa whoa whoa.

- ( scanner beeping )

- We've got a signal!

- What the fuck is--

- ( beeping )

( chuckling )

That's some lucky son

of a bitch, huh, Charlie?

No!

( groaning )

( glass shards clattering )

Charlie?

( sobbing )

Charlie?

( rattling )

( clicking, whirring )

( beeps )

( Adam screams )

( panting )

Charlie:

You're late on your rent.

John Street.

You had to give me

that warning,

show me how

fucking smart you are.

It might have worked.

Listen to me.

We gotta get out of here.

Why's that?

I said listen to me.

This whole place is set

to blow in four minutes.

So we gotta get clear,

do you understand me?

- I think we're clear.

- You think I'm lying to you?

Huh?

You fucking moron!

Moron?

Albeit, I'm the one

who figured this out.

I'm the one holding

this piece on you.

Albeit, I'm the one

that's supposed to be

dead here.

And here I am

talking to you.

And I'm the moron here?

- Albeit...

- ( beeping )

I don't think so.

( grunts )

( Adam groaning )

( gasping )

( coughing )

You're gonna leave me?

Well, we know

what you've done.

And what you did

to my little friend.

I'm not guilty

of doing anything wrong.

What I did is nothing

compared to the misery--

Yeah, I heard that crap.

All the misery.

Underneath all that

fancy disease talk...

you're nothing but an average

neighborhood psychopath.

- There you go then.

- Fuck you.

There's a theory about what

destroyed the dinosaurs.

Adam:

It's not over, Mr. Detective.

Charlie:

One great big meteorite.

There's plenty more

out there just like me.

- Some people think they

survived in another form.

- They're out there.

If there's others

out there, they're gonna

find waiting for them...

survivors like me.

Fuck you.

( beeping )

You only got a few seconds

left in the world, Adam.

I wouldn't

waste 'em on me.

Where are you going?

Where the fuck

are you going?

Come back here!

Come back here!

- ( humming )

- ( Adam groans )

Yeah.

One great, big meteorite.

( screaming )

( rapid ticking )

( Adam screaming )

Charlie:

Way to go.

( explosion )

( techno music playing )

? Everybody sees

? Some changes

? Everybody sheds

a skin or two ?

? You'll recognize me ?

? When I get over you

? Unattended dreams

? Will breathe life

? All my wishes

will come true ?

? There will be time

for everything ?

? When I get over you

? When I get over you

? The sky will

still be blue ?

? And I'll swim there ?

? If I want to

? When I get over you

? I'm setting free ?

?The monkey

? I'm setting free

the lions too ?

? Yesterday's child ?

? Will grow up wild

? When I get over you

? When I get over you

? The sky

? Will still be blue

? And I'll swim there ?

? If I want to

? When I get over you

? When I get over you

? I'll be wearing ?

? A fairy tale

? I'll wear some glass,

high-heeled shoes ?

? And there'll be

a moral to the story ?

? When I get over you

? I'll be the life ?

? Of the party

? I'll get drunk

and act the fool ?

? And I won't care

who knows me ?

? When I get over you