Nightstick (1987) - full transcript
A cop tries to prevent a gang of extortionists from blowing up New York City with nitroglycerin.
[engaging music]
[suspenseful music]
[helicopter whirs]
- [Helicopter Pilot] Air Six
to Central we just dropped
off the injured child off
at Bellevue and we're clear.
- [Dispatcher] Roger, Air
Six units are in pursuit
of a hit and run
vehicle northbound
East River Drive just
past the United Nations.
- [Helicopter Pilot] Air
Six, Roger, we're on our way.
Be advised we're
switching frequencies
to communicate with
ground units, over.
- [Narrator] New York,
city of more,
more Italians than in Rome,
more Jews than
in Tel Aviv, more Irish
than in Dublin.
There's also more money,
more traffic,
more garbage, more nuts,
and especially more crime.
[dramatic music]
[door slams]
[grapple clasps]
[engaging suspenseful music]
- All right listen
get that guard
and put that nitric
acid in the van.
- I got ya.
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[guard thuds]
[guard struggles for
breath and moans]
[dark dramatic music]
[guard chatters indistinctly]
- I'll check back with you in
about five minutes, alright?
[gun shot]
[glass shatters]
[alarm blares]
- Jesus.
Let's get the hell out of here.
- Get out of here, Jerry
you're with us.
[police siren blares]
I'll handle this.
- Freeze!
Check out the van partner.
[engine revs]
[tires screech]
[gun shots]
- Wait to go Jerry.
- Get in the van Pat and
I'll move the cop car.
[dramatic music]
[gun shot]
- [Melton] That's the second
chemical company they've
knocked over this week
only this time
they killed two of our men
and two guards.
- Well nobody pulls two
jobs like that for just
a few hundred bucks, there's
gotta be something else.
Was there any property lost?
- Well we don't know
their entire inventory
but they didn't take
anything that could be
used to make PCP or
other narcotics.
We've got all of our
available teams on it.
- We you get that
inventory check
get it to me as fast as you can.
- Right.
- And get me, get me Calhoun.
- Calhoun?
You know he creates more
problems than he solves.
I'm sorry but his total
disregard for the rules
keeps internal
affairs on overtime.
- Get me Calhoun.
[police siren blares]
[engaging dramatic music]
- What do you got Tom?
- I got a psycho
holding his wife
and a nurse with a shotgun.
- His name is Thomas
Grant; he's an outpatient.
His wife came down to
have him committed
and he came back a few minutes
later with a shotgun and
he says he's gonna kill
everybody
and he just might do it.
- Give me your coat.
- I beg your pardon.
- Just give me your coat.
- Are you crazy Calhoun?
SWAT's on route.
- Yeah so is judgment day Tom.
- Come on, hurry.
[patients yell frantically]
- Listen shut up!
You're making my head pound.
- Tommy please don't do this.
- Don't antagonize him Mrs.
Grant.
- I said shut up!
[suspenseful music]
- I have to think.
- Take all the time you want Mr.
Grant.
[gun shot]
- No need to shoot Tommy.
I'm Dr. Case I'm hear
to talk to you.
- You don't wanna talk to me.
You want to put me away.
- No Tommy I don't wanna put
you away, I just wanna help.
Now what the hell happened
to all my pencils?
Look you have to
understand Tommy
I'm not quite like all the
other doctors around here.
They've been unfair to
you I understand.
I can help.
- Please Tommy, listen to him.
- He knows what he's
talking about Mr. Grant.
- You don't know--
[Mrs. Grant and the
Nurse scream]
- No one is going to
put you away.
One, I won't let them.
Two, I've reviewed your chart.
Somebody has made a
terrible mistake.
Now why don't we just let
these people go
so you and I can sit
down and talk about it.
- I'm gonna kill em!
- No!
- You are not going to
kill anybody.
Now listen to me, now stop it.
Stop.
Now I want you to
read something.
Tommy, I want you to read this.
Okay, I want you to
listen to me.
'Cause I'm gonna tell
you something.
Now they can't help you,
now it's not because
they don't want to but
they don't know how.
I do, now if you just give
me a chance I'll have you out
of here and I'll have you
home in no time at all.
- Stay where you are!
[Mrs. Grant sobs]
- Why don't the two of you
get out of here
so Tommy and I can talk,
alright Tommy?
- You're confusing me.
- Look Tommy I understand.
Look you have no right to
listen to a conversation
between a doctor and a patient.
Get the hell out of here.
- He's right Mrs. Grant,
let's give them some privacy.
[Mrs. Grant screams]
[Tommy screams]
[gun shot]
[suspenseful music]
- Look, I'm sorry I had to lie
to you Tommy, but I
had no choice.
Look you're gonna get
all the help you need.
I guarantee it.
- I don't, I don't even
know why I did it.
I don't even know.
- Come on son.
- It's gonna be okay, I
promise you, yeah.
Are you all right, hmm?
- Nice job in there, can
I take that for you sir?
Are you all right?
He's something huh?
- Yeah he sure is, nut
with a gun in there.
- Close call.
- That guy's nuts in there.
- Another one man show big shot?
- You can't argue with success.
- Report to Chief Evans.
- The price of
messenger service seems
to be getting awfully high.
[engaging uptempo music]
How the hell did you
find this place?
- It's a long story,
here try some
of this, try that's snake.
- I've got plenty of
time, the squid is good.
- Well I don't have
plenty of time.
I've got something
pretty heavy for ya.
- I thought you'd like it.
What is it?
- The chemical company
warehouse down on 4th Street.
- Two cops, two
guards killed eh?
- That's right.
Put a little ginger in
there with your plant.
They have Staph and
Laughner on in right now
with an assist from homicide but
I want you to work on it
independently.
- Independently, why?
- I don't know, something
funny's going on.
Two chemical companies
in the past week
and all they got for
it was peanuts.
- I'll be damned.
- Oh.
- You got it.
- You be careful with that.
That's so hot it will
peel off the wallpaper.
[dramatic music]
- [Omar] God it hurts!
I need help.
I don't think this is a plan.
I'll do anything you ask.
Please help me.
- When are we gonna know
if this works?
- Soon little brother, soon.
- As long as it takes some jerk
to count out five million bucks.
[razor taps]
- Take the mic, let's go.
[intense action music]
You stupid idiot I
told you to cool
it until the tapes are finished.
- I need it now, please.
- Hey, hey do what he says Omar
or I'll shove that pipe
up your nose.
- I need a little just to
relax so I can do a good job!
- You do a good job first!
Or you'll never do another one.
- As soon as you do this right
we'll give you some okay?
- Please and more for later.
- All you want, just
do it like I told you.
[dramatic music]
Here.
- Last night's
bombing was our way
of proving the capabilities
of the United Front.
In order to protect your
bank headquarters
and all branches from
more explosions
at a time when they are occupied
you will do as we tell you.
[uptempo action music]
[car horns honk]
[shoes tap lightly]
[dramatic music]
- Miss Calhoun's a mean lady.
She's a doctor, a shrink,
[speaks foreign language].
[light dramatic music]
[door knocks]
- It's open.
[sensuous jazz music]
- Hey mister.
I was sent by Adorable
Outcall as you requested.
- Yeah, well you don't look so
adorable to me, besides,
you're late.
Tell me something, how
much this gonna cost me?
- 200 bucks and that
doesn't include tip.
- [Calhoun] 200 bucks?
Gee, what can I get
for 25 dollars?
- You wouldn't spend 25
dollars on me even for a meal.
- Don't...
- Hey baby.
- Touch me.
- Oh, I'd love to do a
number on her.
- You'll get your chance
Jerry but I need her first
so I can get Calhoun
then you can have her.
- Guess what?
I have an offer from
Santa Barbara Hospital.
They want me to head up
their psychiatric unit.
- The only Santa Barbara
I know is in California.
- That's right.
- Now what the hell
am I supposed
to do when you're in
Santa Barbara?
- You know how you can stop me.
- Oh and I thought you
wouldn't marry a cop?
- That's right.
[bomb explodes]
- Morning, Mr. Beardsly.
- Good morning everyone, I'm
glad you could all make it.
Undoubtedly you've all
heard about the explosion.
It was not the boiler that blew
up last night it was a bomb.
This tape was delivered
to my home this morning.
- [Omar] Last night's bombing
was our way of proving
the capabilities of the
United Front.
In order to protect your
bank headquarters
and all branches from
more explosions at a time
when they are occupied you
will do as we tell you.
It is a small amount for
you imperialist swine
to pay for all the evil
you have done us.
You will pay five
million dollars.
Further instructions
will be provided.
- Our responsibility is banking.
I suggest we let the experts
in terrorism do their job.
- Yeah, perhaps but what
about the threat
to a great many lives
while the experts
muddle through their
bureaucratic red tape?
- I hope you're not suggesting
we accede to terrorist demands?
- I'm suggesting we keep
our options open.
- And if we capitulate
what do they do next?
- But I'm not suggesting
we capitulate.
But we must be pragmatic.
Our concern is the present
threat and remember we have
312 banks around the
world that are vulnerable.
We can't act hastily.
- We can't compromise with
international gangsters.
If we give in now
they'll keep coming back.
Eventually we'll be
financing World War III.
- What will the
stockholders say?
- This is not a decision
to be made by stockholders
and I pray to God I never
have to make it myself.
[ominous music]
- All right, let's go.
[truck beeps]
[car smashes]
- What the hell are you
guys doing here?
What do you think the light--
- Shut up!
[man moans in agony]
I hate pushy people.
- Get him Pat, get him, fast!
[intense action music]
[man gasps for breath]
[dramatic music]
- Hey, no, no, please, no, no!
[phone rings]
- Calhoun.
Where?
I'm on my way.
I gotta go.
- Hey, you promised.
- I can't be in two
places at once.
- Well you could try.
You're gonna regret
this in about six hours.
- You mean six minutes.
[engaging dramatic music]
What have we got Sid?
- A stab wound to the heart,
M.O. similar
to other two chemical
company jobs.
- So bad dudes.
- Baddest.
- What else have you got?
- Got some broken glass,
got tire tracks
close enough together to
indicate a possible accident.
- Which means it might
have been a blue car.
- Which means that
blue paint might
have been there for two years.
- Which means you'll
check it out for me.
- That's what I like about
you Calhoun, you're subtle.
- Yeah that's what they tell me.
Look, I'll call you
in the morning.
[car revs]
[bomb explodes]
- I thank you all
for coming into
the office so very
early this morning.
As I told you on the phone
the authorities
are most anxious to discuss
the circumstances with us.
- Captain Melton.
- Hi.
- Beardsly.
- Excuse my glove,
gentleman and ladies,
agents Wilkins and
Spradley of the FBI.
[dramatic music]
- What's that?
- A reward.
- Yeah this combination would
fatten anyone, even you.
- Well you don't get both,
pick one.
So what's the good news?
- You know I'm supposed to give
that report to Melton first.
- Well by the time I get it
from Melton I'll be retired.
He's not one of my fans.
- One of your fans?
He thinks you belong in
a penitentiary.
- He thinks everyone
belongs in a penitentiary.
The unfortunate thing is he
never puts anybody inside.
[phone rings]
Look Sid, I hate to do
this but I need
this information and I
need it fast.
- I made a positive
identification
on the paint transfer.
It's a recovered, stolen Dodge.
- What did I tell you,
you're a genius.
- True, the bad news is
I was only able
to lift a couple of
partial prints.
- Alright, well run 'em through
and see what you come up with.
- Oh come on Calhoun,
I'm up to my neck
in work already, besides
Melton would kill me
if he knew I was doing
special work for you.
- Look Sid, what I need
is important.
You're just gonna have
to take my word for it.
- All right, next time
make it a steak.
- Restaurant of your choice.
- Oh Calhoun, Evans sent
these invoices down for ya.
- Just what I'm looking for,
thanks a lot.
[engaging dramatic music]
- Yo.
- You looking to party?
- You know damn well what
I'm looking for.
- I ain't free, honey.
- Nothing that good's
ever cheap, get in.
[van revs]
[light dramatic music]
- Nitro.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, but what
you fail to explain is why
pros are going to so much
trouble for a few hundred bucks.
As usual Calhoun you're
chasing gremlins.
- The burglaries were set
up to hide the real targets.
The Castle job, a large quantity
of glycerine was taken,
Schultz, nitric acid,
and at Santos, cellulose
comes up missing.
- All right, get to the
point Calhoun.
- You mix those
components together
and you get nitroglycerine.
- Nitroglycerine, right,
that's what I was afraid of.
They've got enough explosives
here to blow up half the city.
- You got it.
- Get that FBI report.
- You gonna share that with him?
- Get it Melton, get it!
Got intelligence from the FBI,
a couple
of terrorist
organizations they think
are trying to set up base
here in New York City.
- Hell, I just hope the clock
isn't against us on this one.
- It always is.
- Ain't that the truth.
[engaging dramatic music]
[sewing machines operate]
- Six months I don't see
ya and now the busiest time
of the year you gotta
come and bust my chops.
- Just a matter of
priorities Mel.
- Priorities my foot.
- Excuse me.
- How you doing Izzy?
- Fine, whatever you're look
for Calhoun I didn't do it.
- Hey just take it easy, he just
wants to ask you a
few questions.
- Izzy, you still
running around with
your Libyan buddies on
the Upper East Side.
- Once in a while, why?
- What do you know about
the United Liberation Front?
- Hey wait a minute Calhoun,
since I got
my green card I don't mess
with people like that.
I got a kid on the way.
I wouldn't screw up my future
messing with those crazies.
- Izzy, Izzy, relax
will ya, I believe you.
The point is you know
these people.
Now would they be
planning something
that could involve a
couple of hundred bombs?
- A couple of hundred bombs?
[Izzy laughs]
- Are you kidding?
If they had more than two bombs
in their hands they'd
blow themselves to bits.
[phone rings]
- Yeah, this is Silverman.
Just a minute, it's for you.
- Thanks Mel.
- Calhoun.
[muffled voice
speaks from phone]
Tell him I'll be there
in 15 minutes.
Mel, thanks a lot.
Izzy I wanna hear from ya.
Good seeing ya Mel.
- Libya, I thought you
was Egyptian.
- I lied, am I fired?
- Izzy get back to work.
[intense action music]
[tires screech]
- Hey turkey, up
against the car.
- Who me?
- You!
- You talking to me, say did
you hear what he called me?
Can you believe that?
- Up against the car,
motormouth, now.
The rest of you
turkeys take a walk
unless you wanna ride
with your pal, now!
- You ain't got no right
to be talking trash to me.
What is this?
What are you busting me for,
huh?
- Highway mopery with intent
to shuck and jive, now shut up!
- I'll be back in an hour.
- Get your butt in the car.
- Hey Calhoun, you cool
but these cuffs are tight.
- Maybe your wrists are
getting too fat Floyd.
I got a problem Floyd.
The Commissioner and the
FBI are convinced
that the terrorists blew
up that bank building
the other night, I don't agree.
Now are there any
bombers around?
- Yeah there's Billy
Adler or maybe Mike Felix.
Hey wait a minute, do
you remember
those psycho, jive
bombers the Bantams?
- Yeah.
- Didn't you put 'em away
a couple of years ago?
- Yeah they're up in Matteawan.
- Uh uh, they got paroled
and they're badder than ever.
Busted up an old man
over a nose candy deal.
- They used explosives on the
bank job when I nailed them.
They weren't supposed to be
released for another four years.
- They just work the system man.
They're gonna be after
your butt for sure.
- What else have you
heard about them?
- Word's out they
gave Jimmy Riley
a score to steal a car for 'em.
- That's the connection.
Do you have any idea where
that little wimp is staying.
- I heard he's holed up in
a shooting pad at
Avenue C and 5th.
- Outstanding my man, I owe ya.
- I'll think of something.
- Yeah I'm sure you will.
- But for now could you
drop me at Lennox and 110th.
- Yes sir.
[car revs]
[metro whirs]
♪ I've got the blues
this morning ♪
♪ And I'm feeling all so sad
♪ Said I got the blues
this morning ♪
♪ And I'm feeling all so sad
♪ Just seems the
world's in trouble ♪
♪ Everything's gone bad
♪ Got the blues this morning
♪ Don't know what I'm gonna do
[intense dramatic music]
- Welcome home Riley.
[glass shatters]
[intense action music]
[police sirens blare]
- How many old ladies got did
you beat up for this Riley?
- I ain't into that no
more Calhoun,
I swear on my mother's grave.
- You never had a mother Riley.
- Give me a break please,
I can't go back there
no more you know what
they did to me--
- You wanna break Riley, huh?
Tell me about the Bantams.
- The Bantams, they're
up in Matteawan.
- That's it, downtown!
- Please!
Give me a break they
already wanna kill me.
I took something from them but
it was an accident I swear.
- What do you mean
accident Riley?
- I got a car for them
and after I delivered it
I remembered I left
something in it
so I went back to get
it and was this
electric thing in the
seat like a radio.
I thought it belonged
to the owner of the car.
- A blue Dodge?
- How did you know?
- Where did you deliver it?
Where did you deliver it?
- Right outside on the corner.
The Bantams came and
picked it up.
- Don't you call anybody
Riley or I'll be back
and believe me that's
the last thing you want.
- What are you doing?
I thought you were
giving me a break?
- I am Riley, this
stuff's bad for ya.
- I'll die without it.
[ominous music]
Calhoun, please Calhoun!
I can't live without it!
They'll kill me!
[intense action music]
- [Dispatcher] 623 from Central.
- 623, go ahead.
- [Dispatcher] 623 phone
your office forthwith.
- 10-4.
[intense dramatic music]
- Come on baby.
[muffled conversations]
[slow dramatic music]
[door knocks]
[speaks foreign language]
Who is it?
- Calhoun.
- Come in please.
He's very frightened.
- Who is he?
- A member of the United
Liberation Front, he wants out.
- Do you speak English?
- No, I will interpret.
- All right ask him why
he wants to talk to me.
[speaks foreign language]
[speaks foreign language]
- He wants asylum.
- Why didn't he go to the feds?
[speaks foreign language]
[speaks foreign language]
- He's already informed
them that the ULF found out.
He needs protection Calhoun.
- When is the ULF
planning the bomb?
- Calhoun?
- Ask him!
[speaks foreign language]
[speaks foreign language]
- They're not going to
bomb anything.
They're here to raise money.
- You believe him?
- His fears are real Calhoun.
I assure you, he's not lying.
- Alright I'm gonna
give you the home number
of a friend of mine in
the State Department.
Just tell him I told
you to call.
You two stay put until
they come for him.
- Thanks Calhoun.
Was he of any help?
- Yeah, as a matter
of fact he was.
Tell him I hope he makes it.
[speaks foreign language]
- Oh and good luck
with the baby.
- Thank you.
[intense dramatic music]
[crowd murmurs]
- Enough?
- Not enough.
- L'chaim
- L'chaim.
That is good Irish whiskey.
- Only the best.
- Look, I need some
help Hop Sing.
I'm looking for three
brothers, the Bantams.
One of them is a
stoned psycho with
a heavy habit and he
likes his snow pure.
- Any idea where they
might be scoring?
- That's what I need.
- I'll see what I can do.
But first, how 'bout
a good meal?
- I thought you'd never ask.
[crickets chirp]
- That's okay Carmella,
I'll finish up.
You'll be late for church.
- I'm won't be late,
I hope you don't mind.
- Nonsense, you need
a good workout
get your mind off
those terrorists.
This is gonna be a hell
of a workout.
I'll see you later.
[car revs]
[foreboding music]
- Oh no.
[ominous music]
Carmella?
Carmella?
Carmella?
[dark suspenseful music]
You here?
Carmella?
Oh, Carmella.
[threatening music]
- We have a message for
your husband.
But first.
[Lynette screams in horror]
- The amazing thing is
they think by 1992,
62% of the city's
gonna be oriental.
That's frightening.
- What the hell are you
talking about frightening?
- What if they all decide
to open restaurants?
- I don't know Hop Sing
with some good,
healthy competition
your food might improve.
- [Hop Sing] I may have
to switch to hamburgers.
What's that matter?
- I'm about to become a
victim my friend.
Stay here.
Hey hold this for a
minute will ya?
[intense action music]
[people yelling and screaming]
[fighting and punching]
[rapid gunfire]
[gun shots]
[intense dramatic music]
[gun shots]
[gun fire]
[glass shatters]
[gunfire]
[slow dramatic music]
I hope you brought your mop.
[compactor hums]
- Everything go okay?
- Yeah, the Arab's now a
hood ornament on a 74 Dodge.
[compactor crushes]
- Last night's
bombing was our way
of proving the capabilities
of the United Front.
[intense dramatic music]
[police siren blares]
- Don't bother Sarge, his head's
in a body bag in the ambulance.
He's a hype named Jimmy
Riley, you know him?
- Yeah I know him.
God dammit.
- Here put that map in there.
We're almost home,
remember no screw ups.
You got everything straight?
- Oh come on Rog, I
ain't no dummy.
- I didn't say you
were Patty but
we just gotta be sure
of everything.
Now tell me once more please.
- Okay Rog, when I get
off the boat.
- Plane.
- When I get off the
plane I go to the marina
and then I pick up a
boat called Our Pleasure
and then I sleep on it
'til the day after tomorrow
and then I follow the
instructions you wrote down.
- You know what?
- What?
- That's perfect.
[birds chirp]
- I'm very sorry Mr. Beardsly,
she'll be
all right, just let
her sleep okay?
[melancholic music]
- Don't.
[phone rings]
- Call coming.
Mr. Beardsly it's very
important you
keep him on as long as possible.
Mr. Beardsly?
- Yes.
- Hello my friend, is
the money ready?
- You filthy animal.
- No delays Mr. Beardsly.
We will be in touch with you
and your wife, and no police.
- I want you out of my house.
- Mr. Beardsly you
don't understand--
- You don't understand.
I have cooperated with
you and people are dead.
My wife may never recover!
I'm going to do
whatever they want.
- [Evans] The
Commissioner and the Mayor
are convinced it's terrorists.
They wanted me to beef up
manpower so you're on your own.
- It's okay I prefer
it that way.
What about the Beardsly's?
- Well they dropped
another tape,
murdered Beardsly's
maid and raped his wife.
Beardsly of course is refusing
to help in any way now.
- I should have been a fireman.
- Melton's bringing
over the tape.
Look, Beardsly's wife
said that one of guys
who raped had a very
thick Middle-East accent.
- Captain, there's not an actor
in the world who can't do
an Arab accent.
How can you stand
anyone that neat?
- You pick unique
places to meet.
- I already I got that.
- [Roger] In exactly
three days a single-engine
two passenger plane is to
fly to 73 degrees longitude,
21 minutes latitude and
drop the money.
Our associates are
equipped with transmitters.
If anything goes
wrong your banks
and much of Manhattan will
cease to exist.
- The location he's referring
to is in the Caribbean,
where the United Front
has close ties.
We're closing in on them now.
- Jack?
- Well you can't ignore
the evidence.
Look, I need a favor.
Pictures of the Bantams,
now if I'm right they're not
going to trust anyone else to
pick up the money for them.
So if you could just pass
those out to the airport cops
and have them alert me
if they show up.
- Consider it done.
Melton, how about a
piece of pizza?
- No thank you.
- It's really very good.
- [Dispatcher] The
person you're looking for
owns Tony's Pizza,
149th and Park.
[intense dramatic music]
- I hope that dump wasn't
too expensive Pizza Man.
- Hey man, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about.
- Okay, I'm talking
about the crap
you've been peddling
around to schools.
- Hey man I ain't peddling
nothing all right?
I run an honest business here.
I love kids--
- I got no time for fairy tales
where are your new customers
the Bantam brothers.
- Oh give me, hey listen
why don't you just do me
a big favor okay, why
don't you get the hell
out of my store before
I throw you out, huh?
- Now!
[fighting and punching]
[intense action music]
- All right scumbag
it's you and me.
Tell me about the Bantams
or I'll break your neck.
- Hey man, look I don't
know I haven't seen
'em in days they've just been
hanging around the Village.
- More!
- They pick up hookers on
Times Square every night--
- More!
- Come on man give me a break--
- More!
- They're not scoring off
of me anymore.
I ain't seen 'em in a
week's time okay.
I swear to God.
- Mr. Beardsly we are faced with
a very grave situation and
need your help.
Understand, half this
city could blow up.
- That's your problem.
- Unless my men are
present when you receive
your instructions and can
stay on top of their movements
we'll never stop them in time.
- I won't have any more
blood on my hands.
- Mr. Beardsly don't be a fool.
You can't deal with these
men by yourself.
They'll be back, and back,
and back.
What happened to your wife
will just be the beginning.
- My decision is final, I
can't risk your involvement.
- What a mistake.
- It's too bad.
- God dammit.
[horns honk]
- Look, run them by the
local whores.
See if you can get me an
address as soon as possible.
Start with the ones that
have been beaten up recently.
Jerry Bantam had a bad
habit, just pass it around
to the other officers in
the area alright?
[light melancholic music]
[sensuous jazz music]
[phone rings]
[police sirens blare]
[intense dramatic music]
- Pardon me sir, we'd like
to ask you a few questions.
- What for?
- Let's see your ID.
- Oh no, no, no, I ain't
got time for this crap.
I got a plane to catch.
- Hey suppose we go to
the security office.
- All right, all right.
You guys ain't got no
right to hassle me man.
- When we're not hassling ya,
Mr. Bantam.
- [Airport Attendant] Last
call American Airlines
flight 753, departing
at gate 18B.
All passengers-
- That's my flight I gotta go.
- You're gonna have to
catch the next one.
- Oh, you've got to be
kidding man--
- I said you're coming with us.
- Okay, okay, okay, all right,
all right, I'll go, I'll go.
[fighting and shooting]
[gun shot]
[intense action music]
[gun shots]
[intense chase music]
- Police, everybody down!
[people scream and cry]
Down!
Down!
[gun shot]
Where are your brothers Pat?
- You screwed it Calhoun.
You think you got us,
you're wrong.
You just signed a death
warrant for the city.
[door opens]
- Did you get rid of the van?
- On the radio, the airport.
- What, what the heck you
talking about?
- There was a shooting,
Pat's dead,
I know he's dead, I
know he's dead--
- Pull yourself together!
What the heck are you
talking about?
- The radio said Calhoun killed
somebody at Kennedy Airport.
[Bantam brothers sob]
- I got here as fast as I
could Kelly, where is she?
- Four doors down, campus.
- Thanks Kelly.
[upbeat soul music]
[fist taps]
- I smell me a cop.
- You'll smell like the inside
of a jail cell if you don't
start answering some questions.
- I know my rights, I ain't
gotta tell you nothing.
- Don't bust my chops Comet.
I'll put you away until
your hair turns white.
- So what do y'all want?
- Jerry Bantam.
- Gee.
- The lunatic who did
that to you.
I wanna know where he's
staying Comet.
- Psycho, I don't remember.
- No, maybe five
years in the joint
will help you remember,
let's go.
- Listen mister, he'd kill me
if he found out I was talking.
- And what happens if
I don't find him Comet?
He'll be back.
Next time you may not
be so lucky.
- They ain't gonna be no
next time with that psycho.
- Don't bet on it.
He's found himself a
punching bag, Comet.
Next time you may not
live through it.
Listen to me, the only
chance you have
is to tell me where
he's staying.
I promise you there is no way
he's gonna know you told me.
- Riverside Drive, 1702,
apartment 45.
Do yourself a favor Comet, stay
off the streets for a while.
- Hey Cop, you kill him.
- The name's Calhoun.
[uptempo soul music]
[foreboding music]
[dog barks]
[suspenseful music]
Oh my God.
- We got your call for backup.
- It's too late.
- They were mixing the
stuff right here?
- Yep, let me show
you something.
Take a look at this.
- Well I figured they'd
use radio control devices.
- They are gonna blow
the city off
the map whether
they're paid or not.
- And Beardsly's are only
hope and he's not talking,
unless you can persuade
him otherwise Jack.
[police sirens blare]
- No, I'll only be
about 45 minutes.
- Short day, doctor?
- Breakfast, doctor.
[ominous music]
[Malone screams]
[van revs]
[birds chirp]
[door shuts]
[doorbell rings]
- Mr. Beardsly?
- Yes.
- Detective Jack Calhoun.
- I've already spoken to
your superiors.
What do you want?
- I wanna talk to you.
- I have nothing more
to say; please leave.
- We could help each other Mr.
Beardsly.
It's not gonna cost you a
hell of a lot to listen.
If you love your wife you'll
give me three minutes.
- All right, come in.
All right, I'm quite busy now,
what is it you wanna say to me?
- Now just listen to me Mr.
Beardsly.
The men we're dealing with
our murderers, thieves,
and drug addicts,
they're the same men
who attacked your wife,
they're not terrorists.
Now I know these men, I
put them away 10 years ago.
- You know these men?
Do the police know
these men too?
- Yes, but we don't have the
evidence to put them away
and even if we did we
can't find them.
The point is Mr. Beardsly I need
your help and I need it now.
[dramatic music]
- What do we do now?
- What we do first is
take care of the stakeout.
- Stakeout?
[phone rings]
- Hello, hello.
- [Roger] Have you
get the money?
- Who is this?
- You know who it is now
is the money ready or not?
- Yes, yes it's ready.
- Listen carefully, we've
planted enough nitro
to blow all the banks and
half this city with 'em.
Now if you wanna know
where the bombs are,
make sure there are no mistakes.
- Yes.
- One other detail, I want
a cop named Jack Calhoun
to deliver the money personally.
Give him the suitcases
and tell him to wait
for instructions at a phone
booth in the 79th street Marina.
I want him there in two
hours and hey,
tell him from me the
doctor says hello.
[melodramatic music]
[phone rings]
- Dr. Malone's line.
- Maria it's Jack, is
Robin there?
- Oh, Mr. Calhoun I'm
sorry no she's not.
- She on duty isn't she?
- Well yes she is but she
went out to breakfast.
She was due back an hour ago.
I don't know where she is.
[dramatic music]
- All right look we have to move
a lot faster than we thought.
Where's the money?
[engaging music]
- He's a rogue all right,
he's moving on his own.
- Staff do you have a word
this is Federal six over.
Did you authorize
Calhoun to pick
up the money and make
the payment?
- [Dispatcher] Negative on that.
If he's moving stay with him.
[engaging dramatic music]
- Let's go.
[tires screech]
[cars slam]
[engrossing music]
[birds squawk]
[phone rings]
- Yeah.
[Roger speaks in muffled tones]
- What's your play Bantam?
[Roger speaks in muffled tones]
[intense action music]
[boat revs]
[bell tolls]
[intense action music]
[footsteps tap]
[lights flicker on]
- Don't move, mister.
[dramatic music]
- Robin, you all right?
- Yes, so long as you
promise to take me home.
- I promise.
I thought I told you to
wait in the car.
- You've told me a
lot of things.
- Cute, very cute, I'll
tell you when to talk.
- Okay, reach up, come on.
Keep 'em up.
[foreboding music]
He's clean!
[gun thuds]
- Jack!
- Hold it, we're coming
down, come on babe.
You'll be joining him soon
enough, let's go, come on.
Shut up!
[Malone yells in agony]
Come on!
- Before you start killing
anyone check the suitcases.
[ominous music]
That's right Jerry, go ahead,
take a look.
- He's messing with our
minds, I'm gonna kill him.
- Baby brother's
overreacting Roger.
You better explain it to him.
You kill me you get nothing.
- That's a valid point.
- Thank you.
- There is no money Rog,
kill Calhoun and the broad
now and then blow up the
whole damn city.
- Shut up I'm thinking!
- Thinking about what, there
is no money he's lying.
- Calhoun, poor impulse control.
- Shut up!
- He's losing it Roger just like
that half-witted ape
you called Patty.
- Shut your mouth Calhoun.
- No, not until ya Roger
your brother died in agony.
I blew out his backbone.
- You dirty rat.
[fighting and grunting]
[gun shot]
[intense action music]
[gun shots]
- Get inside, do it!
- Does that work?
- It damn well it better,
I paid $27.98 for it.
- Oh God!
[ominous music]
[gun shot]
- Jerry?
Jerry?
Answer me!
[machine whirs]
[gun shots]
- Freeze you freaking maggot.
Toss the gun, on your knees.
Talk or die Bantam,
where's the map?
- It's in the black bag
by the stairs.
[dramatic music]
- Wait for me outside, please.
[foreboding music]
[gun shot]
[helicopter whirs]
This is Calhoun, I have the map.
You can send the bomb squads
to the following locations:
the 69th Street branch
at Lexington,
second stall in the ladies'
room,
the Harlem branch at 128th,
assistant manager's office,
behind the bar that looks
like a computer terminal,
Broadway, the 11th
street branch,
aha you're not gonna
believe this one.
[engaging dramatic music]
[dramatic action music]
[suspenseful music]
[helicopter whirs]
- [Helicopter Pilot] Air Six
to Central we just dropped
off the injured child off
at Bellevue and we're clear.
- [Dispatcher] Roger, Air
Six units are in pursuit
of a hit and run
vehicle northbound
East River Drive just
past the United Nations.
- [Helicopter Pilot] Air
Six, Roger, we're on our way.
Be advised we're
switching frequencies
to communicate with
ground units, over.
- [Narrator] New York,
city of more,
more Italians than in Rome,
more Jews than
in Tel Aviv, more Irish
than in Dublin.
There's also more money,
more traffic,
more garbage, more nuts,
and especially more crime.
[dramatic music]
[door slams]
[grapple clasps]
[engaging suspenseful music]
- All right listen
get that guard
and put that nitric
acid in the van.
- I got ya.
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[guard thuds]
[guard struggles for
breath and moans]
[dark dramatic music]
[guard chatters indistinctly]
- I'll check back with you in
about five minutes, alright?
[gun shot]
[glass shatters]
[alarm blares]
- Jesus.
Let's get the hell out of here.
- Get out of here, Jerry
you're with us.
[police siren blares]
I'll handle this.
- Freeze!
Check out the van partner.
[engine revs]
[tires screech]
[gun shots]
- Wait to go Jerry.
- Get in the van Pat and
I'll move the cop car.
[dramatic music]
[gun shot]
- [Melton] That's the second
chemical company they've
knocked over this week
only this time
they killed two of our men
and two guards.
- Well nobody pulls two
jobs like that for just
a few hundred bucks, there's
gotta be something else.
Was there any property lost?
- Well we don't know
their entire inventory
but they didn't take
anything that could be
used to make PCP or
other narcotics.
We've got all of our
available teams on it.
- We you get that
inventory check
get it to me as fast as you can.
- Right.
- And get me, get me Calhoun.
- Calhoun?
You know he creates more
problems than he solves.
I'm sorry but his total
disregard for the rules
keeps internal
affairs on overtime.
- Get me Calhoun.
[police siren blares]
[engaging dramatic music]
- What do you got Tom?
- I got a psycho
holding his wife
and a nurse with a shotgun.
- His name is Thomas
Grant; he's an outpatient.
His wife came down to
have him committed
and he came back a few minutes
later with a shotgun and
he says he's gonna kill
everybody
and he just might do it.
- Give me your coat.
- I beg your pardon.
- Just give me your coat.
- Are you crazy Calhoun?
SWAT's on route.
- Yeah so is judgment day Tom.
- Come on, hurry.
[patients yell frantically]
- Listen shut up!
You're making my head pound.
- Tommy please don't do this.
- Don't antagonize him Mrs.
Grant.
- I said shut up!
[suspenseful music]
- I have to think.
- Take all the time you want Mr.
Grant.
[gun shot]
- No need to shoot Tommy.
I'm Dr. Case I'm hear
to talk to you.
- You don't wanna talk to me.
You want to put me away.
- No Tommy I don't wanna put
you away, I just wanna help.
Now what the hell happened
to all my pencils?
Look you have to
understand Tommy
I'm not quite like all the
other doctors around here.
They've been unfair to
you I understand.
I can help.
- Please Tommy, listen to him.
- He knows what he's
talking about Mr. Grant.
- You don't know--
[Mrs. Grant and the
Nurse scream]
- No one is going to
put you away.
One, I won't let them.
Two, I've reviewed your chart.
Somebody has made a
terrible mistake.
Now why don't we just let
these people go
so you and I can sit
down and talk about it.
- I'm gonna kill em!
- No!
- You are not going to
kill anybody.
Now listen to me, now stop it.
Stop.
Now I want you to
read something.
Tommy, I want you to read this.
Okay, I want you to
listen to me.
'Cause I'm gonna tell
you something.
Now they can't help you,
now it's not because
they don't want to but
they don't know how.
I do, now if you just give
me a chance I'll have you out
of here and I'll have you
home in no time at all.
- Stay where you are!
[Mrs. Grant sobs]
- Why don't the two of you
get out of here
so Tommy and I can talk,
alright Tommy?
- You're confusing me.
- Look Tommy I understand.
Look you have no right to
listen to a conversation
between a doctor and a patient.
Get the hell out of here.
- He's right Mrs. Grant,
let's give them some privacy.
[Mrs. Grant screams]
[Tommy screams]
[gun shot]
[suspenseful music]
- Look, I'm sorry I had to lie
to you Tommy, but I
had no choice.
Look you're gonna get
all the help you need.
I guarantee it.
- I don't, I don't even
know why I did it.
I don't even know.
- Come on son.
- It's gonna be okay, I
promise you, yeah.
Are you all right, hmm?
- Nice job in there, can
I take that for you sir?
Are you all right?
He's something huh?
- Yeah he sure is, nut
with a gun in there.
- Close call.
- That guy's nuts in there.
- Another one man show big shot?
- You can't argue with success.
- Report to Chief Evans.
- The price of
messenger service seems
to be getting awfully high.
[engaging uptempo music]
How the hell did you
find this place?
- It's a long story,
here try some
of this, try that's snake.
- I've got plenty of
time, the squid is good.
- Well I don't have
plenty of time.
I've got something
pretty heavy for ya.
- I thought you'd like it.
What is it?
- The chemical company
warehouse down on 4th Street.
- Two cops, two
guards killed eh?
- That's right.
Put a little ginger in
there with your plant.
They have Staph and
Laughner on in right now
with an assist from homicide but
I want you to work on it
independently.
- Independently, why?
- I don't know, something
funny's going on.
Two chemical companies
in the past week
and all they got for
it was peanuts.
- I'll be damned.
- Oh.
- You got it.
- You be careful with that.
That's so hot it will
peel off the wallpaper.
[dramatic music]
- [Omar] God it hurts!
I need help.
I don't think this is a plan.
I'll do anything you ask.
Please help me.
- When are we gonna know
if this works?
- Soon little brother, soon.
- As long as it takes some jerk
to count out five million bucks.
[razor taps]
- Take the mic, let's go.
[intense action music]
You stupid idiot I
told you to cool
it until the tapes are finished.
- I need it now, please.
- Hey, hey do what he says Omar
or I'll shove that pipe
up your nose.
- I need a little just to
relax so I can do a good job!
- You do a good job first!
Or you'll never do another one.
- As soon as you do this right
we'll give you some okay?
- Please and more for later.
- All you want, just
do it like I told you.
[dramatic music]
Here.
- Last night's
bombing was our way
of proving the capabilities
of the United Front.
In order to protect your
bank headquarters
and all branches from
more explosions
at a time when they are occupied
you will do as we tell you.
[uptempo action music]
[car horns honk]
[shoes tap lightly]
[dramatic music]
- Miss Calhoun's a mean lady.
She's a doctor, a shrink,
[speaks foreign language].
[light dramatic music]
[door knocks]
- It's open.
[sensuous jazz music]
- Hey mister.
I was sent by Adorable
Outcall as you requested.
- Yeah, well you don't look so
adorable to me, besides,
you're late.
Tell me something, how
much this gonna cost me?
- 200 bucks and that
doesn't include tip.
- [Calhoun] 200 bucks?
Gee, what can I get
for 25 dollars?
- You wouldn't spend 25
dollars on me even for a meal.
- Don't...
- Hey baby.
- Touch me.
- Oh, I'd love to do a
number on her.
- You'll get your chance
Jerry but I need her first
so I can get Calhoun
then you can have her.
- Guess what?
I have an offer from
Santa Barbara Hospital.
They want me to head up
their psychiatric unit.
- The only Santa Barbara
I know is in California.
- That's right.
- Now what the hell
am I supposed
to do when you're in
Santa Barbara?
- You know how you can stop me.
- Oh and I thought you
wouldn't marry a cop?
- That's right.
[bomb explodes]
- Morning, Mr. Beardsly.
- Good morning everyone, I'm
glad you could all make it.
Undoubtedly you've all
heard about the explosion.
It was not the boiler that blew
up last night it was a bomb.
This tape was delivered
to my home this morning.
- [Omar] Last night's bombing
was our way of proving
the capabilities of the
United Front.
In order to protect your
bank headquarters
and all branches from
more explosions at a time
when they are occupied you
will do as we tell you.
It is a small amount for
you imperialist swine
to pay for all the evil
you have done us.
You will pay five
million dollars.
Further instructions
will be provided.
- Our responsibility is banking.
I suggest we let the experts
in terrorism do their job.
- Yeah, perhaps but what
about the threat
to a great many lives
while the experts
muddle through their
bureaucratic red tape?
- I hope you're not suggesting
we accede to terrorist demands?
- I'm suggesting we keep
our options open.
- And if we capitulate
what do they do next?
- But I'm not suggesting
we capitulate.
But we must be pragmatic.
Our concern is the present
threat and remember we have
312 banks around the
world that are vulnerable.
We can't act hastily.
- We can't compromise with
international gangsters.
If we give in now
they'll keep coming back.
Eventually we'll be
financing World War III.
- What will the
stockholders say?
- This is not a decision
to be made by stockholders
and I pray to God I never
have to make it myself.
[ominous music]
- All right, let's go.
[truck beeps]
[car smashes]
- What the hell are you
guys doing here?
What do you think the light--
- Shut up!
[man moans in agony]
I hate pushy people.
- Get him Pat, get him, fast!
[intense action music]
[man gasps for breath]
[dramatic music]
- Hey, no, no, please, no, no!
[phone rings]
- Calhoun.
Where?
I'm on my way.
I gotta go.
- Hey, you promised.
- I can't be in two
places at once.
- Well you could try.
You're gonna regret
this in about six hours.
- You mean six minutes.
[engaging dramatic music]
What have we got Sid?
- A stab wound to the heart,
M.O. similar
to other two chemical
company jobs.
- So bad dudes.
- Baddest.
- What else have you got?
- Got some broken glass,
got tire tracks
close enough together to
indicate a possible accident.
- Which means it might
have been a blue car.
- Which means that
blue paint might
have been there for two years.
- Which means you'll
check it out for me.
- That's what I like about
you Calhoun, you're subtle.
- Yeah that's what they tell me.
Look, I'll call you
in the morning.
[car revs]
[bomb explodes]
- I thank you all
for coming into
the office so very
early this morning.
As I told you on the phone
the authorities
are most anxious to discuss
the circumstances with us.
- Captain Melton.
- Hi.
- Beardsly.
- Excuse my glove,
gentleman and ladies,
agents Wilkins and
Spradley of the FBI.
[dramatic music]
- What's that?
- A reward.
- Yeah this combination would
fatten anyone, even you.
- Well you don't get both,
pick one.
So what's the good news?
- You know I'm supposed to give
that report to Melton first.
- Well by the time I get it
from Melton I'll be retired.
He's not one of my fans.
- One of your fans?
He thinks you belong in
a penitentiary.
- He thinks everyone
belongs in a penitentiary.
The unfortunate thing is he
never puts anybody inside.
[phone rings]
Look Sid, I hate to do
this but I need
this information and I
need it fast.
- I made a positive
identification
on the paint transfer.
It's a recovered, stolen Dodge.
- What did I tell you,
you're a genius.
- True, the bad news is
I was only able
to lift a couple of
partial prints.
- Alright, well run 'em through
and see what you come up with.
- Oh come on Calhoun,
I'm up to my neck
in work already, besides
Melton would kill me
if he knew I was doing
special work for you.
- Look Sid, what I need
is important.
You're just gonna have
to take my word for it.
- All right, next time
make it a steak.
- Restaurant of your choice.
- Oh Calhoun, Evans sent
these invoices down for ya.
- Just what I'm looking for,
thanks a lot.
[engaging dramatic music]
- Yo.
- You looking to party?
- You know damn well what
I'm looking for.
- I ain't free, honey.
- Nothing that good's
ever cheap, get in.
[van revs]
[light dramatic music]
- Nitro.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, but what
you fail to explain is why
pros are going to so much
trouble for a few hundred bucks.
As usual Calhoun you're
chasing gremlins.
- The burglaries were set
up to hide the real targets.
The Castle job, a large quantity
of glycerine was taken,
Schultz, nitric acid,
and at Santos, cellulose
comes up missing.
- All right, get to the
point Calhoun.
- You mix those
components together
and you get nitroglycerine.
- Nitroglycerine, right,
that's what I was afraid of.
They've got enough explosives
here to blow up half the city.
- You got it.
- Get that FBI report.
- You gonna share that with him?
- Get it Melton, get it!
Got intelligence from the FBI,
a couple
of terrorist
organizations they think
are trying to set up base
here in New York City.
- Hell, I just hope the clock
isn't against us on this one.
- It always is.
- Ain't that the truth.
[engaging dramatic music]
[sewing machines operate]
- Six months I don't see
ya and now the busiest time
of the year you gotta
come and bust my chops.
- Just a matter of
priorities Mel.
- Priorities my foot.
- Excuse me.
- How you doing Izzy?
- Fine, whatever you're look
for Calhoun I didn't do it.
- Hey just take it easy, he just
wants to ask you a
few questions.
- Izzy, you still
running around with
your Libyan buddies on
the Upper East Side.
- Once in a while, why?
- What do you know about
the United Liberation Front?
- Hey wait a minute Calhoun,
since I got
my green card I don't mess
with people like that.
I got a kid on the way.
I wouldn't screw up my future
messing with those crazies.
- Izzy, Izzy, relax
will ya, I believe you.
The point is you know
these people.
Now would they be
planning something
that could involve a
couple of hundred bombs?
- A couple of hundred bombs?
[Izzy laughs]
- Are you kidding?
If they had more than two bombs
in their hands they'd
blow themselves to bits.
[phone rings]
- Yeah, this is Silverman.
Just a minute, it's for you.
- Thanks Mel.
- Calhoun.
[muffled voice
speaks from phone]
Tell him I'll be there
in 15 minutes.
Mel, thanks a lot.
Izzy I wanna hear from ya.
Good seeing ya Mel.
- Libya, I thought you
was Egyptian.
- I lied, am I fired?
- Izzy get back to work.
[intense action music]
[tires screech]
- Hey turkey, up
against the car.
- Who me?
- You!
- You talking to me, say did
you hear what he called me?
Can you believe that?
- Up against the car,
motormouth, now.
The rest of you
turkeys take a walk
unless you wanna ride
with your pal, now!
- You ain't got no right
to be talking trash to me.
What is this?
What are you busting me for,
huh?
- Highway mopery with intent
to shuck and jive, now shut up!
- I'll be back in an hour.
- Get your butt in the car.
- Hey Calhoun, you cool
but these cuffs are tight.
- Maybe your wrists are
getting too fat Floyd.
I got a problem Floyd.
The Commissioner and the
FBI are convinced
that the terrorists blew
up that bank building
the other night, I don't agree.
Now are there any
bombers around?
- Yeah there's Billy
Adler or maybe Mike Felix.
Hey wait a minute, do
you remember
those psycho, jive
bombers the Bantams?
- Yeah.
- Didn't you put 'em away
a couple of years ago?
- Yeah they're up in Matteawan.
- Uh uh, they got paroled
and they're badder than ever.
Busted up an old man
over a nose candy deal.
- They used explosives on the
bank job when I nailed them.
They weren't supposed to be
released for another four years.
- They just work the system man.
They're gonna be after
your butt for sure.
- What else have you
heard about them?
- Word's out they
gave Jimmy Riley
a score to steal a car for 'em.
- That's the connection.
Do you have any idea where
that little wimp is staying.
- I heard he's holed up in
a shooting pad at
Avenue C and 5th.
- Outstanding my man, I owe ya.
- I'll think of something.
- Yeah I'm sure you will.
- But for now could you
drop me at Lennox and 110th.
- Yes sir.
[car revs]
[metro whirs]
♪ I've got the blues
this morning ♪
♪ And I'm feeling all so sad
♪ Said I got the blues
this morning ♪
♪ And I'm feeling all so sad
♪ Just seems the
world's in trouble ♪
♪ Everything's gone bad
♪ Got the blues this morning
♪ Don't know what I'm gonna do
[intense dramatic music]
- Welcome home Riley.
[glass shatters]
[intense action music]
[police sirens blare]
- How many old ladies got did
you beat up for this Riley?
- I ain't into that no
more Calhoun,
I swear on my mother's grave.
- You never had a mother Riley.
- Give me a break please,
I can't go back there
no more you know what
they did to me--
- You wanna break Riley, huh?
Tell me about the Bantams.
- The Bantams, they're
up in Matteawan.
- That's it, downtown!
- Please!
Give me a break they
already wanna kill me.
I took something from them but
it was an accident I swear.
- What do you mean
accident Riley?
- I got a car for them
and after I delivered it
I remembered I left
something in it
so I went back to get
it and was this
electric thing in the
seat like a radio.
I thought it belonged
to the owner of the car.
- A blue Dodge?
- How did you know?
- Where did you deliver it?
Where did you deliver it?
- Right outside on the corner.
The Bantams came and
picked it up.
- Don't you call anybody
Riley or I'll be back
and believe me that's
the last thing you want.
- What are you doing?
I thought you were
giving me a break?
- I am Riley, this
stuff's bad for ya.
- I'll die without it.
[ominous music]
Calhoun, please Calhoun!
I can't live without it!
They'll kill me!
[intense action music]
- [Dispatcher] 623 from Central.
- 623, go ahead.
- [Dispatcher] 623 phone
your office forthwith.
- 10-4.
[intense dramatic music]
- Come on baby.
[muffled conversations]
[slow dramatic music]
[door knocks]
[speaks foreign language]
Who is it?
- Calhoun.
- Come in please.
He's very frightened.
- Who is he?
- A member of the United
Liberation Front, he wants out.
- Do you speak English?
- No, I will interpret.
- All right ask him why
he wants to talk to me.
[speaks foreign language]
[speaks foreign language]
- He wants asylum.
- Why didn't he go to the feds?
[speaks foreign language]
[speaks foreign language]
- He's already informed
them that the ULF found out.
He needs protection Calhoun.
- When is the ULF
planning the bomb?
- Calhoun?
- Ask him!
[speaks foreign language]
[speaks foreign language]
- They're not going to
bomb anything.
They're here to raise money.
- You believe him?
- His fears are real Calhoun.
I assure you, he's not lying.
- Alright I'm gonna
give you the home number
of a friend of mine in
the State Department.
Just tell him I told
you to call.
You two stay put until
they come for him.
- Thanks Calhoun.
Was he of any help?
- Yeah, as a matter
of fact he was.
Tell him I hope he makes it.
[speaks foreign language]
- Oh and good luck
with the baby.
- Thank you.
[intense dramatic music]
[crowd murmurs]
- Enough?
- Not enough.
- L'chaim
- L'chaim.
That is good Irish whiskey.
- Only the best.
- Look, I need some
help Hop Sing.
I'm looking for three
brothers, the Bantams.
One of them is a
stoned psycho with
a heavy habit and he
likes his snow pure.
- Any idea where they
might be scoring?
- That's what I need.
- I'll see what I can do.
But first, how 'bout
a good meal?
- I thought you'd never ask.
[crickets chirp]
- That's okay Carmella,
I'll finish up.
You'll be late for church.
- I'm won't be late,
I hope you don't mind.
- Nonsense, you need
a good workout
get your mind off
those terrorists.
This is gonna be a hell
of a workout.
I'll see you later.
[car revs]
[foreboding music]
- Oh no.
[ominous music]
Carmella?
Carmella?
Carmella?
[dark suspenseful music]
You here?
Carmella?
Oh, Carmella.
[threatening music]
- We have a message for
your husband.
But first.
[Lynette screams in horror]
- The amazing thing is
they think by 1992,
62% of the city's
gonna be oriental.
That's frightening.
- What the hell are you
talking about frightening?
- What if they all decide
to open restaurants?
- I don't know Hop Sing
with some good,
healthy competition
your food might improve.
- [Hop Sing] I may have
to switch to hamburgers.
What's that matter?
- I'm about to become a
victim my friend.
Stay here.
Hey hold this for a
minute will ya?
[intense action music]
[people yelling and screaming]
[fighting and punching]
[rapid gunfire]
[gun shots]
[intense dramatic music]
[gun shots]
[gun fire]
[glass shatters]
[gunfire]
[slow dramatic music]
I hope you brought your mop.
[compactor hums]
- Everything go okay?
- Yeah, the Arab's now a
hood ornament on a 74 Dodge.
[compactor crushes]
- Last night's
bombing was our way
of proving the capabilities
of the United Front.
[intense dramatic music]
[police siren blares]
- Don't bother Sarge, his head's
in a body bag in the ambulance.
He's a hype named Jimmy
Riley, you know him?
- Yeah I know him.
God dammit.
- Here put that map in there.
We're almost home,
remember no screw ups.
You got everything straight?
- Oh come on Rog, I
ain't no dummy.
- I didn't say you
were Patty but
we just gotta be sure
of everything.
Now tell me once more please.
- Okay Rog, when I get
off the boat.
- Plane.
- When I get off the
plane I go to the marina
and then I pick up a
boat called Our Pleasure
and then I sleep on it
'til the day after tomorrow
and then I follow the
instructions you wrote down.
- You know what?
- What?
- That's perfect.
[birds chirp]
- I'm very sorry Mr. Beardsly,
she'll be
all right, just let
her sleep okay?
[melancholic music]
- Don't.
[phone rings]
- Call coming.
Mr. Beardsly it's very
important you
keep him on as long as possible.
Mr. Beardsly?
- Yes.
- Hello my friend, is
the money ready?
- You filthy animal.
- No delays Mr. Beardsly.
We will be in touch with you
and your wife, and no police.
- I want you out of my house.
- Mr. Beardsly you
don't understand--
- You don't understand.
I have cooperated with
you and people are dead.
My wife may never recover!
I'm going to do
whatever they want.
- [Evans] The
Commissioner and the Mayor
are convinced it's terrorists.
They wanted me to beef up
manpower so you're on your own.
- It's okay I prefer
it that way.
What about the Beardsly's?
- Well they dropped
another tape,
murdered Beardsly's
maid and raped his wife.
Beardsly of course is refusing
to help in any way now.
- I should have been a fireman.
- Melton's bringing
over the tape.
Look, Beardsly's wife
said that one of guys
who raped had a very
thick Middle-East accent.
- Captain, there's not an actor
in the world who can't do
an Arab accent.
How can you stand
anyone that neat?
- You pick unique
places to meet.
- I already I got that.
- [Roger] In exactly
three days a single-engine
two passenger plane is to
fly to 73 degrees longitude,
21 minutes latitude and
drop the money.
Our associates are
equipped with transmitters.
If anything goes
wrong your banks
and much of Manhattan will
cease to exist.
- The location he's referring
to is in the Caribbean,
where the United Front
has close ties.
We're closing in on them now.
- Jack?
- Well you can't ignore
the evidence.
Look, I need a favor.
Pictures of the Bantams,
now if I'm right they're not
going to trust anyone else to
pick up the money for them.
So if you could just pass
those out to the airport cops
and have them alert me
if they show up.
- Consider it done.
Melton, how about a
piece of pizza?
- No thank you.
- It's really very good.
- [Dispatcher] The
person you're looking for
owns Tony's Pizza,
149th and Park.
[intense dramatic music]
- I hope that dump wasn't
too expensive Pizza Man.
- Hey man, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about.
- Okay, I'm talking
about the crap
you've been peddling
around to schools.
- Hey man I ain't peddling
nothing all right?
I run an honest business here.
I love kids--
- I got no time for fairy tales
where are your new customers
the Bantam brothers.
- Oh give me, hey listen
why don't you just do me
a big favor okay, why
don't you get the hell
out of my store before
I throw you out, huh?
- Now!
[fighting and punching]
[intense action music]
- All right scumbag
it's you and me.
Tell me about the Bantams
or I'll break your neck.
- Hey man, look I don't
know I haven't seen
'em in days they've just been
hanging around the Village.
- More!
- They pick up hookers on
Times Square every night--
- More!
- Come on man give me a break--
- More!
- They're not scoring off
of me anymore.
I ain't seen 'em in a
week's time okay.
I swear to God.
- Mr. Beardsly we are faced with
a very grave situation and
need your help.
Understand, half this
city could blow up.
- That's your problem.
- Unless my men are
present when you receive
your instructions and can
stay on top of their movements
we'll never stop them in time.
- I won't have any more
blood on my hands.
- Mr. Beardsly don't be a fool.
You can't deal with these
men by yourself.
They'll be back, and back,
and back.
What happened to your wife
will just be the beginning.
- My decision is final, I
can't risk your involvement.
- What a mistake.
- It's too bad.
- God dammit.
[horns honk]
- Look, run them by the
local whores.
See if you can get me an
address as soon as possible.
Start with the ones that
have been beaten up recently.
Jerry Bantam had a bad
habit, just pass it around
to the other officers in
the area alright?
[light melancholic music]
[sensuous jazz music]
[phone rings]
[police sirens blare]
[intense dramatic music]
- Pardon me sir, we'd like
to ask you a few questions.
- What for?
- Let's see your ID.
- Oh no, no, no, I ain't
got time for this crap.
I got a plane to catch.
- Hey suppose we go to
the security office.
- All right, all right.
You guys ain't got no
right to hassle me man.
- When we're not hassling ya,
Mr. Bantam.
- [Airport Attendant] Last
call American Airlines
flight 753, departing
at gate 18B.
All passengers-
- That's my flight I gotta go.
- You're gonna have to
catch the next one.
- Oh, you've got to be
kidding man--
- I said you're coming with us.
- Okay, okay, okay, all right,
all right, I'll go, I'll go.
[fighting and shooting]
[gun shot]
[intense action music]
[gun shots]
[intense chase music]
- Police, everybody down!
[people scream and cry]
Down!
Down!
[gun shot]
Where are your brothers Pat?
- You screwed it Calhoun.
You think you got us,
you're wrong.
You just signed a death
warrant for the city.
[door opens]
- Did you get rid of the van?
- On the radio, the airport.
- What, what the heck you
talking about?
- There was a shooting,
Pat's dead,
I know he's dead, I
know he's dead--
- Pull yourself together!
What the heck are you
talking about?
- The radio said Calhoun killed
somebody at Kennedy Airport.
[Bantam brothers sob]
- I got here as fast as I
could Kelly, where is she?
- Four doors down, campus.
- Thanks Kelly.
[upbeat soul music]
[fist taps]
- I smell me a cop.
- You'll smell like the inside
of a jail cell if you don't
start answering some questions.
- I know my rights, I ain't
gotta tell you nothing.
- Don't bust my chops Comet.
I'll put you away until
your hair turns white.
- So what do y'all want?
- Jerry Bantam.
- Gee.
- The lunatic who did
that to you.
I wanna know where he's
staying Comet.
- Psycho, I don't remember.
- No, maybe five
years in the joint
will help you remember,
let's go.
- Listen mister, he'd kill me
if he found out I was talking.
- And what happens if
I don't find him Comet?
He'll be back.
Next time you may not
be so lucky.
- They ain't gonna be no
next time with that psycho.
- Don't bet on it.
He's found himself a
punching bag, Comet.
Next time you may not
live through it.
Listen to me, the only
chance you have
is to tell me where
he's staying.
I promise you there is no way
he's gonna know you told me.
- Riverside Drive, 1702,
apartment 45.
Do yourself a favor Comet, stay
off the streets for a while.
- Hey Cop, you kill him.
- The name's Calhoun.
[uptempo soul music]
[foreboding music]
[dog barks]
[suspenseful music]
Oh my God.
- We got your call for backup.
- It's too late.
- They were mixing the
stuff right here?
- Yep, let me show
you something.
Take a look at this.
- Well I figured they'd
use radio control devices.
- They are gonna blow
the city off
the map whether
they're paid or not.
- And Beardsly's are only
hope and he's not talking,
unless you can persuade
him otherwise Jack.
[police sirens blare]
- No, I'll only be
about 45 minutes.
- Short day, doctor?
- Breakfast, doctor.
[ominous music]
[Malone screams]
[van revs]
[birds chirp]
[door shuts]
[doorbell rings]
- Mr. Beardsly?
- Yes.
- Detective Jack Calhoun.
- I've already spoken to
your superiors.
What do you want?
- I wanna talk to you.
- I have nothing more
to say; please leave.
- We could help each other Mr.
Beardsly.
It's not gonna cost you a
hell of a lot to listen.
If you love your wife you'll
give me three minutes.
- All right, come in.
All right, I'm quite busy now,
what is it you wanna say to me?
- Now just listen to me Mr.
Beardsly.
The men we're dealing with
our murderers, thieves,
and drug addicts,
they're the same men
who attacked your wife,
they're not terrorists.
Now I know these men, I
put them away 10 years ago.
- You know these men?
Do the police know
these men too?
- Yes, but we don't have the
evidence to put them away
and even if we did we
can't find them.
The point is Mr. Beardsly I need
your help and I need it now.
[dramatic music]
- What do we do now?
- What we do first is
take care of the stakeout.
- Stakeout?
[phone rings]
- Hello, hello.
- [Roger] Have you
get the money?
- Who is this?
- You know who it is now
is the money ready or not?
- Yes, yes it's ready.
- Listen carefully, we've
planted enough nitro
to blow all the banks and
half this city with 'em.
Now if you wanna know
where the bombs are,
make sure there are no mistakes.
- Yes.
- One other detail, I want
a cop named Jack Calhoun
to deliver the money personally.
Give him the suitcases
and tell him to wait
for instructions at a phone
booth in the 79th street Marina.
I want him there in two
hours and hey,
tell him from me the
doctor says hello.
[melodramatic music]
[phone rings]
- Dr. Malone's line.
- Maria it's Jack, is
Robin there?
- Oh, Mr. Calhoun I'm
sorry no she's not.
- She on duty isn't she?
- Well yes she is but she
went out to breakfast.
She was due back an hour ago.
I don't know where she is.
[dramatic music]
- All right look we have to move
a lot faster than we thought.
Where's the money?
[engaging music]
- He's a rogue all right,
he's moving on his own.
- Staff do you have a word
this is Federal six over.
Did you authorize
Calhoun to pick
up the money and make
the payment?
- [Dispatcher] Negative on that.
If he's moving stay with him.
[engaging dramatic music]
- Let's go.
[tires screech]
[cars slam]
[engrossing music]
[birds squawk]
[phone rings]
- Yeah.
[Roger speaks in muffled tones]
- What's your play Bantam?
[Roger speaks in muffled tones]
[intense action music]
[boat revs]
[bell tolls]
[intense action music]
[footsteps tap]
[lights flicker on]
- Don't move, mister.
[dramatic music]
- Robin, you all right?
- Yes, so long as you
promise to take me home.
- I promise.
I thought I told you to
wait in the car.
- You've told me a
lot of things.
- Cute, very cute, I'll
tell you when to talk.
- Okay, reach up, come on.
Keep 'em up.
[foreboding music]
He's clean!
[gun thuds]
- Jack!
- Hold it, we're coming
down, come on babe.
You'll be joining him soon
enough, let's go, come on.
Shut up!
[Malone yells in agony]
Come on!
- Before you start killing
anyone check the suitcases.
[ominous music]
That's right Jerry, go ahead,
take a look.
- He's messing with our
minds, I'm gonna kill him.
- Baby brother's
overreacting Roger.
You better explain it to him.
You kill me you get nothing.
- That's a valid point.
- Thank you.
- There is no money Rog,
kill Calhoun and the broad
now and then blow up the
whole damn city.
- Shut up I'm thinking!
- Thinking about what, there
is no money he's lying.
- Calhoun, poor impulse control.
- Shut up!
- He's losing it Roger just like
that half-witted ape
you called Patty.
- Shut your mouth Calhoun.
- No, not until ya Roger
your brother died in agony.
I blew out his backbone.
- You dirty rat.
[fighting and grunting]
[gun shot]
[intense action music]
[gun shots]
- Get inside, do it!
- Does that work?
- It damn well it better,
I paid $27.98 for it.
- Oh God!
[ominous music]
[gun shot]
- Jerry?
Jerry?
Answer me!
[machine whirs]
[gun shots]
- Freeze you freaking maggot.
Toss the gun, on your knees.
Talk or die Bantam,
where's the map?
- It's in the black bag
by the stairs.
[dramatic music]
- Wait for me outside, please.
[foreboding music]
[gun shot]
[helicopter whirs]
This is Calhoun, I have the map.
You can send the bomb squads
to the following locations:
the 69th Street branch
at Lexington,
second stall in the ladies'
room,
the Harlem branch at 128th,
assistant manager's office,
behind the bar that looks
like a computer terminal,
Broadway, the 11th
street branch,
aha you're not gonna
believe this one.
[engaging dramatic music]
[dramatic action music]