Split Images (1992) - full transcript
A journalist knows more about a grisly murder than is good for her. All her evidence points toward a mysterious millionaire but no one will believe her.
Robbie, they're comin'
around again.
[GEESE HONKING]
They're comin' in.
Hey...
[GROANS]
Whoa!
TV REPORTER: His appointment
set off the most intense round
of rioting in years.
[GUNS FIRING]
...their sympathy
to the protesters...
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Look at this.
You know what this is?
It's the back end
of a dying culture.
Even in the city, everything
you see, everything you touch,
it's death.
Well, I'm not dyin' with it.
I mean, when
it comes right down to it,
which would you prefer?
To kill or be killed?
Mr. Daniels, are you happy?
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
Is that a difficult question?
I'm very happy.
Oh, well...
if you have all the money
that you could
possibly spend in a lifetime
and you're very happy,
then why do you have
to keep making more?
Money's the only way of
keeping score.
Okay, then what turns you on
more than anything?
Right this minute?
Well...
What's this interview
really about, Angela?
I don't know what you mean.
Yeah, I know what you do.
You relax the person...
you ask a few
meaningless questions...
and then you...squeeze...
[BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY]
I have to turn the, uh...the
tape over.
[ALARM BEEPING]
Excuse me.
What is it?
Uh, it's, uh, just a prowler.
Nothin' to be worried about.
Ah, ah, ah.
I just wanna see.
No, you see nothin', baby.
[CLATTERING]
I was just lookin'
for a place to sleep.
I'm goin'.
Now easy, easy
with that thing, huh?
I'm goin'.
You sure are.
[GUNSHOT]
[SIREN WAILING
IN THE DISTANCE]
-Lieutenant?
-Umm?
There's a woman in the house
you might wanna talk to.
Bag him.
How many times
did you fire your gun?
Twice.
Twice.
Uh, and what was he,
what, about 20 feet away?
Closer. Maybe 10.
Ten feet away, okay.
And he was, what,
swingin' the machete,
swingin' it back and forth?
Slashing at me, yeah.
Slashing at you, okay,
but he didn't get a swipe
at you, did he?
Fortunately, no.
Okay, okay.
Can I go now, Detective?
Sure you can go.
You didn't see anything.
I'll see you in court.
Tuesday, isn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah. It'll be my
pleasure, Ms. Nolan.
After this, maybe
we should get together again.
Pick up where we left off.
Ah, yeah, thanks.
Couldn't you have at least
fired a warning shot?
No time.
What about that woman
on the balcony? I mean,
she must've seen something.
Why didn't you tell Kouza?
[CHUCKLES] Poor, dumb
Dorrie...probably
just confuse the police.
I'm sure she didn't
see anything, just like you.
Yeah. Yeah.
Come on, I'll walk you.
-You're lucky you got Kouza.
-Why is that?
He's got blind spots worse
than a semi.
Nice place.
You live in the area?
Hamtramck. Only claim to
fame is John Wojtylo.
He's the Pope's cousin.
Ah, is that right?
How long you been
with the Detroit Police?
Oh, about 19 years.
Have you got an ashtray?
No. You ever shoot anybody?
Uh, eight, um...eight colored,
one Caucasian.
Never shot a woman.
How many you kill?
I shot nine, I killed nine.
One guy,
he didn't die for a year.
His mother and his brother
are suing me.
Ten million bucks.
Can you believe that?
Ten million bucks
for some nothin' loser's life?
I gotta go to court next week.
That's what the dame was
mouthin' off about.
You know, see ya in court.
What was she doing
here, anyways?
Interviewing me for an
article about the rich.
Oh, yeah?
I don't think
she likes us much.
Yeah, she usually writes
crap about the police.
You know, excessive violence.
You know, sometimes
you got no choice
but to take a guy out.
So, what do you carry?
Browning 9mm.
-May I?
-Hey, what are you doin'?
-Hey, hey, hey!
-It's okay...
[CLICKS SAFETY CATCH OFF]
Robbie, I'm...
Take care, Dorrie.
[HEELS CLICKING RAPIDLY AWAY]
Let me show ya something.
Hey! Magnum 4, hey...
Dirty Harry,huh?
Dirty Harry,yeah! [CHUCKLES]
-There's more.
-Oh, yeah?
Oh, now, hey, that is nice.
That is nice.
I got some other pieces here
that, uh, might surprise you.
Yeah?
Thing is, I'm not supposed
to have them.
Oh, well, hey, I happen to
be off duty now.
What are you doin', Rob,
goin' to war?
[BOTH LAUGHING]
What happened to your
girlfriend, darling?
She left awfully fast.
Good night, Patti.
It was.
My wife.
Business is a game.
It's a violent game.
You play according
to the rules of the jungle.
It's not as violent
as the real world...
but it has the same instincts
at its heart.
[TAPE RECORDER REWINDING]
You play according
to the rules of the jungle.
It's not as violent
as the real world...
but it has the same instincts
at its heart.
[WOMAN SIGHING]
[WOMAN GASPING]
[GUN FIRING]
On that day, the day that
Walter Kouza
shot Darius Roy...
subsequently
ending his life...
Objection, Your Honor.
Sustained.
Strike "subsequently
ending his life."
He's dead, right?
-JUDGE: Order.
-He's dead, right?
Curtis...
On that day, why did you go
to the Roy apartment?
We had a tip.
We got the address on a tip.
But we got a bad tip.
It was the wrong address.
And how did you enter
the Roy apartment?
-They kicked the door in.
-JUDGE: Mr. Randall...
RANDALL: I'm sorry,
Your Honor.
Restrain your client.
Curtis, please.
So, Lieutenant Hurd,
all seven officers
entered the apartment?
That's right.
Think you had enough troops
for the job?
[SPECTATORS LAUGHING]
-JUDGE: Order!
-[GAVEL BANGING]
And when you got
inside the Roy apartment,
what were they doing?
They were eating.
They had pie on the table,
they had soda,
big plastic bottles.
And what did Mr. Kouza
say to Darius Roy?
Well, Mr. Roy was heading
towards the kitchen and...
Mr. Kouza just simply
said, "Stop, don't move."
And then what happened?
Well, Roy headed back towards
where Kouza was standing...
and at that point
Mr. Kouza decided that
he would open fire.
I though Darius Roy
was shot in the spine.
That's right.
It went through the front.
-It must've been
a powerful weapon.
-It was a magnum.
-[GAVEL BANGING]
-JUDGE: Mr. Roy!
It was a big...
No, Ma. It was a big...
Fool, what are you askin' him
for? Ma!
-JUDGE: Order!
-Curtis!
-Ask me what that fat bas...
-[GAVEL BANGING FURIOUSLY]
Hey, shut the hell up!
-Objection, Your Honor!
-JUDGE: Mr. Kouza!
He wanted to shoot everybody!
That's what he
really wanted to do, but this
one stopped him.
JUDGE: Mr. Randall! Mr. Roy!
Mr. Randall! I have seen
enough of Mr. Roy
in this court!
Now he can leave on his own,
or the officers
can remove him.
Oh, I gotta go now?
Now that's it, you're
out of my court!
No, let me go, let me go.
That's all right. Don't
touch me. Don't touch me!
Yo, you got yours comin',
'cause you got yours
comin', man!
-Shut up!
-Mr. Kouza!
-Shut your mouth, ya black...
-Mr. Kouza...
Ya money grabbin' little punk!
Mr. Randall.
-You see?
-Order! Order!
Don't touch me.
Counselor, I will charge
your client with contempt.
We're sorry, Your Honor.
Have you finished with this
witness, Mr. Randall?
I have one final area to
cover, Your Honor.
Well, then, continue.
Was Darius, at the time he
was shot, was he holding
anything in his hand?
Yeah, he was.
He was holding a knife.
What kind?
A big butcher knife?
No, it was a silverware knife.
Just a plain, ordinary
silverware knife?
That's right, that's right.
With banana cream pie
on it, okay?
[LAUGHTER]
No further questions,
Your Honor.
You may step down now,
Lieutenant Hurd.
There's no smoking.
Hello, Robbie.
What are you doing here?
Watching.
Me?
No, baby.
Kouza?
Hey, creep!
-What?
-Now they're gonna knock me
down to Sergeant!
-Is that right?
-Yeah, that's right.
-Is that my problem?
-That's right,
it is your problem!
Just you wait till
you need back up.
You fink!
Take it easy, Walter.
-I'll look after everything.
-Oh, yeah, right.
Get outta here!
Walter? Excuse me.
What are you doin' here?
I came to see you.
Oh, yeah? For what?
Moral support.
[CHUCKLING] Yeah.
Hi, Bryan.
What are you doin' down here?
I thought you gave up
this beat.
Thought you moved on
to bigger and
better things, no?
I guess not.
I thought you moved away, you
might've left town
or somethin'.
No, I've just been busy.
So I guess your testimony
could really do Kouza in, huh?
Maybe. Listen, you wanna
go for a drink?
Drink?
Yeah, a drink, Angela.
Can you just relax for once?
Yeah, okay.
-How do you know Daniels?
-I'm doing an article on him.
Is he interesting?
If you mean am I interested,
the answer is no.
[ADMIRINGLY] Is he slick!
Oh, are you saying
you're interested?
You're still all business.
Don't.
God, I'm never gonna
get off now.
Take it easy, Walter. You...
You can still discredit
this homicide guy, Bryan Hurd.
Just make it look like
he's got a personal grudge
or something.
It's that kid, Curtis, you
should be worried about.
Yeah, he's a real punk.
He's dyin' to make a
buck outta this.
With so many blacks on the
jury, he's definitely
gonna be a problem.
You know, Mr. Daniels...
if there's anything that
you can do...
to help me out, you know,
I'd really appreciate
to hear it.
Tell me, Walter...
when you shot those...those
nine people...
how'd you feel?
How'd I feel?
Yeah. You felt...bad...
sick...happy?
Um, I guess, guess I
never really thought
about it...
but I suppose felt like...
I was glad it was them
and not me.
How much you like bein'
a cop, Walter?
Okay... Except when crap
like this happens.
Say I was to offer you...two
grand a week to give it up.
Two grand a week?
What would have
to do for that?
Drive. Act as my bodyguard.
You could call it
security work.
Would have to wear a
chauffeur's uniform or a
peaked hat or something?
[LAUGHS]
Two grand a week?
What do I do first,
Rob? [LAUGHS]
First, you call me
Mr. Daniels.
That's no problem.
Okay, Mr. Daniels.
How's that [CHUCKLING]
Mr. Daniels?
The other thing, you're gonna
have to quit smoking.
[WHEEZY LAUGH,
BECOMES COUGHING]
[WHEEZING] That's no problem,
no problem.
I turn 30 next week.
Oh, I'm sorry.
-Great.
-[BOTH LAUGH]
Why don't you come back
to my apartment?
Well, you haven't changed
much, have you?
Just as romantic as ever.
What are we doing?
I don't know. Maybe you
could give me a lift home.
I came in a squad car.
-Yeah.
-All right?
Yep, fine.
If this lady's interviewing
you, Lieutenant, let me give
you a word of warning.
Three words, to be exact.
Watch your ass.
-Robbie Daniels.
-How do you do?
I believe you already
know my new driver and head of
security, Walter Kouza.
Planning for the future
there, Walter?
Oh, that's funny.
That's very funny.
Who's threatening your
security, Robbie?
Oh, you know, the usual
crackpots who hate the rich.
So, Angela, when are
we gonna finish
what we started?
Well, I'll call you.
Remember my warning.
-Oh, no, I'll get that.
-No, I got it, I got it.
Okay.
You all right?
Yeah.
Still drink beer?
Here you are.
Whose are these?
It's a friend.
Whoo!
[CHUCKLES]
You didn't think I'd
still be pining after a year
and a half, did ya?
No, didn't.
[SCOFFS]
Uh-oh, I think
this is a mistake.
Hey...
Come on. Sit down.
Uh... No, I think...
I think I'm gonna go.
Oh, forgot something
in the trunk.
I just parked it.
Well, look, if it's all the
same to you, I'll just...
I'll go down and get
it myself, okay?
Just make sure nobody
sees, all right?
It's against the rules.
You got it.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Hey, yo, man, what are
you still doin' here?
You're gonna get me fired.
That's not gonna
happen, Curtis.
How'd you know my name?
I know a lot of things.
[CHUCKLES]
What do you want? What's...
What's the problem, man?
Gonna make you a star, pal.
No, please, no. Don't, no!
[GUNSHOT]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
Let's bring the other
attendant downtown...
and pull the tickets on all
the cars parked down here
in the last two hours.
Run their plates,
all right, Bridget?
I'll find out who checked in
and out of the hotel around
10 and see if they saw...
anybody comin' out of the
garage that wasn't
in a uniform.
Okay, and see if anybody saw a
Lincoln Continental parked
down here.
And I think we should send
Quentin over to pick up
Walter Kouza.
-[SCOFFS] Walter?
-Yes.
Oh, come on, he can't be
that stupid.
Walter's never used a .22
in his life.
Maybe not, but let's ruin his
day, anyway.
Hey, Bryan.
-Okay, come on.
-What happened?
-Well, we don't know yet.
-Did Walter do it?
We don't know, Angela!
I'll start runnin' those tags.
Forget about it, Bridget.
I already did.
What's this? Oh, yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Look, I'm sorry
about last night.
So are you picking Walter up?
I can't discuss
the case, Angela.
You know, if you asked me
over again, I might not
say no.
Really? Why should I ask?
Because you...want to?
Were those
Bridget's underwear?
-No, they were mine.
-[LAUGHS] That's very funny.
So what are you doing tonight?
-Hello, Walter.
-What the hell are you doin'?
What the hell are you doin'
callin' me in here like this?
We gotta ask you some
questions, Walter.
About what?
Somebody did Curtis Roy.
Come on.
You didn't hear about it?
It's been all over the news!
No, how am gonna hear
about it? I've been drivin'
around for Daniels all day.
But, uh...
I'll tell ya somethin'.
You find out who did it,
you let me know.
I wanna shake his hand.
Step inside.
We gotta take a
full statement.
Oh, dear, did Robbie shoot
somebody again?
Hey, Mrs. Daniels.
My name is Walter Kouza.
I'm your husband's new
head of security.
Well, that sounds impressive.
Can I ask you something,
Walter... Kouza?
Sure, Mrs. Daniels.
What do they call it?
Call? Call what?
Walter.
Oh, hi, Mr. Daniels.
How ya doin'?
You been smokin' in here?
No, no. Your wife...
Mr. Daniels, I gotta
talk to ya.
I gotta ask ya something.
Let's have a drink.
Mr. Daniels... [CLEARS THROAT]
Was it you that
did Curtis Roy?
You mean that kid
who was gonna testify
against you in court?
No, thank you.
And who was shot and killed
in the parking garage?
With a High Standard
Field King .22?
Nah, must've been
somebody else.
I knew it, but I didn't
believe it.
Good. Nobody
else will, either.
No, please, no. Don't, no!
Uh... [CHUCKLES]
Mr. Daniels, I've been a
cop for...
over 20 years,
and there is no way...
that you can commit a homicide
at a place like that...
with people around
and get away with it.
Aren't you relieved
that he's dead?
Yeah, of course I'm relieved
that he's dead.
Your legal problems are over.
They're gonna have to
drop the suit.
Mr. Daniels, I appreciate
what you did, but...
[SIGHS] you're in the worst
trouble of your life.
-Did they question you?
-Yes.
Did they mention my name
as a suspect?
No, but it could get
around to you.
Walter, with a kid like
Curtis Roy, they just go
though the motions.
Cops don't care when scum
like that gets blown away.
So did you do it for me?
On account of the lawsuit?
Well, not entirely.
Yeah, I mean, I figured, you
know, there must be some
other reason...
to take a risk like that.
You mind telling me
why you did it?
Practice.
I liked watching you at the
scene today.
You really took charge.
Yeah, right.
Seriously.
-Ready for this?
-I'm ready.
♪♪ Now I know it's right,
from the moment I wake up ♪♪
So you know what happens now?
[LAUGHING] I think have a
pretty good idea!
What?
Well...
[CHUCKLES]
This.
-And this.
-And this.
Bryan, aren't we a little old
to still be making
out to Foreigner?
No?
Thanks.
You were right.
Robbie Daniels confirmed
Walter's alibi.
What?
This file on the prowler
killing at the Daniels
estate's not complete.
-Oh, sure it is!
-I'm telling you,
it's not complete.
I pulled it myself.
There's no fingerprint report
in there, on the machete.
What are you thinking?
Kouza. It's standard
procedure. Why wouldn't
he do it?
He's sloppy.
Or maybe he's not too sure
the perp ever touched
that weapon.
So Walter made it
easy on Robbie?
Maybe. And now Robbie's
returning the favor.
He's covering for Walter.
Who's gonna question the word
of a Robinson Daniels, right?
Oh, so I should
stay on Walter.
That's right.
Angela asked about you.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
What are you
gonna do about it?
I wanna speak to all
the officers who were on the
estate that night, okay?
[DORRIE MOANING SEDUCTIVELY]
Walter, you still here?
Oh, yeah. I was... I just want
to, I just want to see this
one more time.
Perfect, perfect Dorrie.
You sure she left town?
-Yeah, she left town.
Too bad, huh?
-Get outta here, Walter.
-Hey, come on, come on!
-Get outta here fast,
I have a visitor.
[DORRIE GASPS]
[MOANS]
♪♪ Maybe I'm wrong
♪♪ Won't you tell me if I'm
coming on too strong
♪♪ This heart of mine
has been hurt before
♪♪ This time I wanna be sure
♪♪ I've been waiting
for a girl like you ♪♪
ANGELA: Couldn't you
have at least have fired
a warning shot?
ROBBIE: No time.
ANGELA: And what about
that woman on the balcony?
I mean, she must have
seen something.
Why didn't you tell
Kouza about it?
ROBBIE: Poor, dumb Dorrie.
Probably just
confuse the police.
I'm sure she didn't see
anything, just like you.
ANGELA: You're lucky
you got Kouza.
ROBBIE: Why is that?
He's got blind spots
worse than a subway.
Yeah.
-Can I tell you
something, Mr. Daniels?
-Sure.
A few years ago, I was
working in sex crimes...
and there was this
rapist going around.
Raped about 30 women.
So they put me on decoy.
One night, this guy follows
me down a dark street...
shoves me into a doorway.
Now he takes out a 12-inch
blade and you know
what he said to me?
He said, "I'm gonna tie you up
now, sweetheart,
tear you apart."
What'd you do?
I shot him.
-Dead?
-He wasn't that lucky.
He's doing 12 to
25 with a limp.
[GIGGLES]
So, Mr. Daniels...
were you at the Plaza
last Saturday morning?
Ah, let me see.
No, I dropped a couple guys
off at the Ponch...on, uh,
Saturday morning.
I was, uh, at the Plaza
picking somebody up,
but that was later in the day.
I was driving a
black Mercedes,
in case you wanna know.
Hmm.
Hey, you ever been a model?
-No.
-Huh. Ever been on TV?
A couple times...walkin'
prisoners into the Frank
Murphy Hall of Justice.
You like your toys,
don't you, Mr. Daniels?
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES]
Really?
Yeah, go ahead,
I got it, I got it.
Oh, that's very good.
Let's hope so, huh? Okay.
Morning.
That was Bridget.
She's, uh, she's found
a guy from Detroit...
who checked outta
the hotel that same morning
that kid got killed...
so maybe we can place
Robbie on the scene.
I shouldn't be too long.
Hold on. What do I do?
Wait.
-No way!
-You can't sit in on it.
You know that.
Bryan, we've got an agreement.
My research
for your information.
All right, you can give me
a lift and then we'll talk
about it afterwards.
-I'm not your driver.
-Then we'll see ya later,
all right?
All right, give me
five minutes.
An actual five minutes?
Five minutes, Bryan.
And no one else was
with Daniels in the car?
No, no, he was alone.
Okay. Thanks very much
for coming down, Mr. Maynard.
We'll call you
if we need anything else.
-Yeah, thanks a lot.
-Thank you.
-Good bye.
-Bye, bye.
-Nice work, Bridget.
-Thanks.
-What?
-Your lunch date's waiting.
Well, we got one guy
who can put Robbie
in the garage.
-Pick him up then.
-We need two.
But why does a guy
like Robbie Daniels...
wanna do something like this
for a chump like Walter?
Man, is this a story!
ANGELA: [SURPRISED] Robbie.
-How'd you get in here?
-Hurd, you play golf?
-No.
-Oh, I'll teach you
later this afternoon.
-Why?
-You seem to
wanna get to know me.
Why get it second hand
from Bridget?
I hear you made her a star.
Yes, she's very photogenic.
I'll have Walter pick
you up around four.
I'll see ya.
When are we going
to continue the interviews?
I'll call you.
She'll call you.
So how is that?
Pretty nice stuff?
You'd better watch yourself,
otherwise you won't get
a chance...
to know me too good this
afternoon, because your jaw's
gonna be wired shut.
Ooh!
What? The guy just
walks right in here!
HURD: So, how's the new job?
You like working
for this guy, Walter?
I remember I drove
someone one time. I got to
go to a lot of parties.
Get to any parties?
Walter?
I bet you see some
really interesting stuff, huh?
Hey, Walter, how come they
don't give you...
the chauffeur's uniform,
the little peaked cap?
-Hey, listen, wise guy.
-You talking to me, driver?
Yeah, you, you think
you're so clever, right?
-I do?
-I say you're bush!
Homicide lieutenant
and all that.
You're still bush!
Yeah, someday you'll see
how it's done in the majors,
wise guy.
I'll say this for ya, Walter.
You're a very good driver.
You'll always find work.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Paul Calderone, the great
international banker.
How are you, Paul?
Still sleeping with
little girls, Robbie?
Oh, is your sister
back in town, Cheech?
I wish I'd known you
were coming out today.
I ended up playing with
somebody who almost beat me.
Don't you miss your people,
Paul, living this far north?
No, I get lonely,
I sleep with your wife.
Oh, you too?
When I'm not with
Dorrie Vaughan.
Too bad you let a nice piece
like that slip away, Robbie.
Yeah, well... We ran outta
things to talk about.
That's not what she says.
Lieutenant! Paul Calderone,
Lieutenant Bryan Hurd.
-How do you do?
-How are you?
Senor Cheech here is
even richer than I am, and he
doesn't even deal drugs.
First thing we do is
get you some clothes.
I've got clothes.
You look like the
Easter Bunny.
[ROBBIE LAUGHS]
Oh, too bad.
You ought to keep
your head down.
Thanks, Larry.
See you Tuesday.
Thank you, Mr. Calderone.
Have a good day.
It feels pretty hot.
You ever kill anyone?
No.
But I was reading about a guy
that you killed.
Yes, that prowler.
Terrible thing.
No, I was thinking
about a guy in a marsh.
Ah, Gossage.
Shocking. Pushed it
right out of my mind.
That prowler came at me
with a machete.
It was pretty scary.
-So what'd you use?
-Colt Python. My favorite.
What do you carry?
I got a Beretta 85.
Nice piece. Very light.
That's true.
You never killed anyone?
No. I never had to.
But you shot someone?
No. I never even had to pull
my weapon that many times.
I feel that nine out of 10
shootings can be avoided.
Yeah, maybe... But then there
are some people who are
just begging to be killed.
You think so? I don't agree.
I think even the biggest
scumbag in the world
wants to live.
In my experience... Let's just
say I've seen people
that are in such bad shape...
they got sores
all over their bodies...
they got track marks up
and down their arms so bad
their veins are falling...
and they're just as afraid
as the next guy about dying.
That's what I noticed.
That doesn't mean they
don't deserve to die.
Sounds to me like you think
that killing someone's
really no big deal at all.
I didn't say that.
You didn't?
I just have a
different perspective.
I mean...
you've never shot anyone
and I've shot two people,
then who's the expert here?
[CHUCKLES]
[COUGHING]
KOUZA: Oh, yeah, okay.
Hey, baby, yes.
Take off the top.
Yes, baby.
Oh, there's the big guy.
Hello, darling.
-WOMAN: Hi.
-KOUZA: Jeez!
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-Hi.
-Yeah.
[SIGHS]
How'd it go?
I lost.
Not the game.
Oh, he confessed
to everything.
Bryan.
He didn't say anything.
He did say something
about how certain people
deserve to die or something.
Well, didn't he
show any emotion
when he talked about it?
Not really.
He didn't get excited?
I didn't notice.
Bryan, aren't you gonna do
something before somebody
else gets killed?
Well, what do you think I
should do?
Should I arrest him?
Maybe.
For what? On suspicion of
getting off on killing people?
I'm a homicide cop.
That's not what I do.
I don't know
about preventing murders.
I just go in afterwards
and I clean 'em up.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah? Hello, Robbie.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah, I think
I can arrange that.
How about next week? Hold on.
Okay, day after tomorrow then.
Right. Bye.
What's he want?
He wants to finish
the interview.
Well, I think you should
hold off on that for a while.
I thought you weren't worried.
Just give it a week or two.
Uh-uh, he's leaving for
Florida in two days.
I won't get another chance.
There's a lot of other rich
people out there, Angela,
you could talk to.
Just leave Daniels
alone for now.
Bryan, I can handle Robbie.
Look, if I find out that
you've gone to see him,
I'm gonna have you
arrested for interfering
with this investigation.
-Do you understand me?
-You'll arrest me?
That's right.
For your own protection!
You can leave, Bryan.
Look, if this guy is what
you think he is, this is not
someone that you can handle.
Just leave.
I'm not kidding around
here, Angela.
Goodbye, Bryan.
Okay, forget it.
My God, you're still here.
-Got an address on
Dorrie Vaughn.
-Good girl.
That sleaze agent of hers
says she's been living with
Paul Calderone.
-Calderone?
-Yeah.
-You're kidding?
-No, why? You know him?
Oh, he and Robbie belong
to the same club.
I got the feeling
there's no love lost
between these two guys.
Maybe this is why.
No, no. Robbie's not the
possessive type when it
comes to women.
But I bet he's pissed she's
still in town.
-Why don't you
talk to her tomorrow?
-Why me?
She might talk more easily
to you.
What if she didn't
see anything?
Well, my bet is that she did.
That's why Robbie baby
kicked her loose.
Okay.
Where are you going?
Home.
-Oh.
-Alone.
ROBBIE: So she never left.
That little liar.
I don't believe it.
He comes home.
He sees the broad with her
tush stickin' up like that,
and he don't touch her.
He's gotta be a fruit.
We don't need any more
surveillance, Walter.
I want to do Calderone.
What? Why?
He's beggin' to be killed.
What do you mean?
What, 'cause of
Dorrie, you mean?
He cheats at golf.
What? That's crazy!
Are you tryin' to tell me
my business?
No, no, no. I'm... I just...
You don't kill a guy
'cause you don't like him.
Why not?
Haven't you ever done that?
All nine of those guys
that you shot, you shot 'cause
your life was in danger?
No, no, not exactly.
It's just that, I...
That's exactly how I feel
about Calderone.
He makes the rich look cheap.
I mean, look at this house.
So when were you thinkin'
about doin' this?
Tomorrow.
-Tomorrow? You got a golf
date with the guy tomorrow!
-Right after golf.
After golf?
What about the broad?
-The broad. I don't do broads!
I told you that.
-Don't worry about Dorrie.
-I'm not gonna start
doin' broads now.
-I'll take care of Dorrie!
What are you thinkin' about?
What to wear.
Yeah, is this Dorrie
Vaughan's agent?
Yeah, this is United Tire
over on Michigan.
Yeah, we're shooting
a commercial here today
and, uh...
our actress got sick.
Ha, well, ya know, it happens.
Yeah, uh, Miss Vaughn
gave me her card
a couple of months ago.
Yeah. Is she available?
Super. This afternoon
around five?
Super!
You're six strokes up, Cheech.
I know.
What do you say we raise the
stakes to a grand a hole?
You think I'm rich?
Filthy rich.
A thousand a hole then.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello? Oh, hi, Lionel.
Yeah.
Great, a commercial!
Oh, that's fantastic!
Yeah, hold on one second.
Okay, United Tire on Michigan.
Okay, five o'clock. Got it.
Thanks. That's great, yeah.
Okay, bye.
Darcie, I'm gonna be a star.
See you, Robbie.
No shower?
No, I gotta get going.
Oh, you can give me
the six thousand in a check.
I trust you.
It's in the mail.
Ciao,Cheech.
ROBBIE: Okay, down low,
down low, get down low.
He's gonna be comin' up
through the water.
ROBBIE: That's it. Okay, lean.
Perfect. That's it.
That's perfect.
It's show time.
Robbie, what are you
doing here?
And this man and this camera.
You're making a film?
Yeah, we're makin' a film.
Ah, it's wonderful.
-And I'm in it, huh?
-Oh, you're the star!
But, uh, where's Dorrie?
Oh, she's shooting
a commercial.
Too bad you missed her.
Yeah, tell me about it.
She was gonna be your co-star.
So, Robbie, what's this
movie all about?
Death.
Oh, that's a very serious
subject. Whose death?
Yours.
[LAUGHS]
Wouldn't you like to
have a drink first?
Maybe later.
Come on, Robbie, huh?
It's a joke, huh?
You gettin' all this, Walter?
Come on, enough's enough.
This is a joke, huh?
Whoo!
Whoa, keep rollin', Walter.
Keep rollin'. It's beautiful.
Hello?
Double feature, Walter,
double feature!
Miss Vaughn?
Oh, God!
Oh!
Officer Riley!
-Come on, Walter,
turn the camera on.
-No.
-Turn it on!
-No. I don't do broads,
I told you that!
I'm only gonna chase her.
Let's scare her.
Come on, turn the thing on!
Go, go, go! Come on, hurry up,
hurry up, hurry up!
She's way ahead of us.
Go, go, move! Go faster.
Put the camera on
and point it at her. Come on.
This is crazy.
I'm gettin' bitten.
-I'm gonna fall!
-Stay with her, stay with her.
I got her, I got her.
-You gettin' her?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah, yeah.
This is crazy!
We're just chasin' her, right?
[PANTING]
Stay with her. Don't lose
her, don't lose her.
I ran outta tape.
All right, change it.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
You got it?
No.
Please don't! Don't!
Please don't!
[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
You're sick, man! You're sick!
You kill a woman like that?
You're crazy!
[ROBBIE'S DEMENTED LAUGH]
[KOUZA PANTING]
No!
Please don't! Don't!
Please don't!
-[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRING]
-[BRIDGET SCREAMING]
We've got one chance
to get this guy.
If we screw up, we lose him.
He's gotten away
with this before.
Not this time.
We just kill him.
Bryan, we gotta get
to Dorrie Vaughan
before Robbie does.
Maybe Walter will talk now.
He can't go along with
killing a cop.
Okay.
Okay?
[EXHALES]
I'll find him.
Oh, you found me, huh?
[LAUGHS]
Well, I'm a cop. It's my job.
It used to be your job, too.
You know, I heard about what
happened to Bridget.
It makes me sick.
What was that guy, Calderone?
Was he a dealer or something?
What?
You got a choice.
You either give me
Robbie Daniels,
or I take you down, too.
I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
You testify,
and I want the machine gun
that he used on Bridget.
-What are we talkin' about
here, immunity?
-Not a chance.
-You got 24 hours.
[FIST SMASHING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
What the hell you lookin' at?
Get me a double Wild Turkey.
[BELCHES]
ROBBIE: Hello?
Yeah. I'm leavin' the country,
and you're gonna finance it.
Walter, don't panic.
Talk to me.
Well, I can either sell ya
the tape, or I can give it
to the cops.
Where can I meet you to talk?
The Hamtramck Bar, and you
be there by eight o'clock...
and you don't try anything!
-Walter...
-'Cause there's a lot
of cops around!
Walter. Walter...
[DIAL TONE]
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
-You okay, Walter?
-Yeah, yeah.
[GIGGLES] I love this thing!
[GIGGLES] I love it.
[BRAKES SQUEALING]
[METAL CLANKING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Angela.
Hello. Robbie?
We have to do the
interview tonight.
Tonight?
It's Walter.
He's out of control.
I found something
that connects him
to the Curtis Roy murder...
and now he's threatening me.
I'm leaving for Florida
in the morning.
Uh... What did you find?
No, we have to talk in person.
You're going to
have to meet me.
My place, two hours.
All right, I'll see you
then. Bye.
You tell Bryan Hurd
I wanna talk to him!
That's right! You tell him
Walter Kouza wants to
talk to him immediately!
Yes!
Well, you find out
where the hell he is
and you have him call me!
No, I'm at my sister's!
That's correct.
That is correct...
[SLAMS DOWN RECEIVER]
[KNOCKING ON WINDOW]
How did you find me?
I was late.
I saw you take off.
I tried calling your name,
but you really seemed
hell bent to get outta there.
Don't be so paranoid, Kouza.
We're birds of a
feather, remember?
Uh-huh, I remember.
That's why I'm searching you.
Sit down.
What's the deal, Walter?
The deal is... [CLEARS THROAT]
our deal...two hundred...
Two hundred-fifty...
thousand. Cash.
Untraceable bills.
For the tape.
You mean, for the tapes,
don't you, Walter?
No. There's only one.
I threw the other one away.
Now that wasn't very smart,
was it?
[LAUGHING]
So you gonna pay, or what?
Which tape do you have?
Calderone.
Why would I give you a
quarter-million
for it, Walter?
'Cause you're in it, Rob.
And if I don't pay?
Bryan Hurd gets a very
interesting package
in the mail.
And he doesn't ask who the
cameraman is?
[LAUGHS]
I'll give you a hundred
grand... But you gotta prove
to me that you have the tape.
A hundred?
Take it or leave it.
Okay. Okay, you wait here.
[CHUCKLING]
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
-[SLOWED DOWN] Why, thanks...
-[SILENCED GUNSHOT]
HURD: Again.
Lieutenant, we been doin'
this for hours.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
What's that? What's this?
Looks like a brogue.
Does Walter wear brogues?
I don't know.
Well, it's too late for that.
[PHONE RINGING]
Lieutenant, call for you.
Yeah, Lieutenant Hurd.
Bryan, guess who just showed
up lookin' for protection?
Who?
Dorrie Vaughn.
-[SOBBING]
-You've got nothin'
to be scared of.
No, you don't understand!
When he finds out that I'm
here, he'll kill me!
Well, he's not gonna find out.
Just relax, all right?
Just take it easy
for a minute and relax.
I don't know.
What do you think?
She'd testify against her
own mother, she's so scared.
Then we've got him.
Get me a search warrant
on the estate.
Get me an arrest warrant
and I'll meet ya over there.
Whoa, wait.
That could take two hours.
-Homicide.
-I don't care.
I'm prepared to wait. I wanna
be the guy that cuffs him.
-Lieutenant Hurd, phone.
-Not now.
-All right, don't go in
before we get the warrant.
-Right.
-We don't wanna lose him.
-Right!
Sorry, he just left.
Any message?
Uh, yeah, uh, tell him
that, um...
uh, just tell him
that Angela called, please.
Okay. Thanks. Goodnight.
[HUFFS SEVERAL TIMES]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Oh, Angela!
Right on time, Angie.
Please, come in.
[SURVEILLANCE CAMERA WHIRRING]
Okay, so, what do you
have on Walter?
He's really disappointed me.
What have you got?
Scotch?
Robbie, don't play games
with me.
You don't like games?
You said you had
incriminating evidence.
Ice?
Okay, show it to me
or I leave.
What's your hurry?
We have all night.
I have a videotape
I want you to see.
I review my surveillance
tapes occasionally.
When I saw this footage,
I checked my collection.
So you think Walter stole
the gun and killed Curtis?
I can't believe I trusted him.
[ELECTRONIC ALARM BEEPING]
Looks like I shouldn't
have trusted you, either.
I had no idea he was coming!
What'd you think was going
to happen, huh?
Did you think
I was gonna confess while
he stood behind the door?
-No!
-Sit down, Angela.
[CHUCKLES] You think your
Bryan's in the mood for
a little hide and seek?
ANGELA: Mr. Daniels...
[ROBBIE AND ANGELA CHUCKLE]
ANGELA: Is that a
difficult question?
ROBBIE: I'm very happy.
ANGELA: Well, if you have all
the money that you could
possibly spend in a lifetime
and you're very happy,
then why do you have
to keep making more?
ROBBIE: Money's the only way
of keeping score.
ROBBIE: You know what I'd like
to do to you right now?
A man's got to defend
himself, Angela. Remember?
It's either kill or be killed.
[WOMAN MOANING ON TV]
ROBBIE [ ON TV]: Hi, Bryan.
ROBBIE [ ON TV]:
Say goodbye, Angela.
[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRING]
Where are ya?
ROBBIE: What's the matter,
Bryan? Not having a good time?
Come on out, you little puke.
Oh, I guess not.
He must've found
Walter's body.
Walter?
It was him or me.
So what are you gonna do
then, kill another cop?
If I have to.
Listen, Robbie.
People might
believe that you killed
Kouza in self-defense...
but not Bryan.
Let's talk to him, okay?
Maybe he can help ya out.
I don't think so, Angela.
I really don't think so.
But it was a good try.
A very good try.
[GRUNTS]
[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRING]
Bryan!
Bryan!
[AUTOMATIC WEAPON FIRING]
[GROANS]
[GROANS]
How's it feel, Bryan? [LAUGHS]
It's your first time.
I'm gonna have to
kill you for that.
-I thought you were dead.
-He wants you.
Hey, Angela, you know what
I'm gonna do to ya?
After I...kill Bryan? Huh?
First, I'm gonna tie ya up...
[ROBBIE GIGGLING CRAZILY]
ROBBIE: Missed me!
[CACKLES MANIACALLY]
ANGELA: How's your arm?
Are you okay?
Bryan, are you okay?
[BRYAN GROANS]
Bryan, are you all right?
ANGELA: Bryan!
[ANGELA SOBBING]
[SOBBING] No!
Bryan. Bryan, no.
Holy God.[SOBBING]
You...bastard!
Oh, God.
Hi, baby.
Come see your movie.
[ANGELA SOBBING IN VIDEO]
Too bad we had
such lousy lighting.
Maybe we can do somethin' with
the color correction, huh?
[ANGELA SOBBING IN VIDEO]
[CHUCKING]
You're great,
don't you think? Huh?
All right, it gets good now.
Watch this.
Okay, watch.
Yeah! Oh, that's cool!
Oh, yeah.
Okay, now...
Let's shoot your close-up.
Yeah, what are you
gonna do, huh?
-Yeah, I heard talk...
-Action.
Get off of me.
-Come on, give me some tears.
-Get off of me!
Give me some tears. Come on,
come on! Cry for me, baby,
cry. Cry for me!
I will not cry for you!
Come on, gimme a little
terror, come on!
-Get off of me.
-Give it to me.
-Get off! Pig!
-Quick, come on, come on!
[GUNSHOT]
So what is this? Is this live?
Or is this Betamax?
Angela, come here.
[ANGELA SOBBING]
[SIREN WAILING
IN THE DISTANCE]
OFFICER 1: Whoa, these guys
make a good team.
I don't remember them givin'
lessons on playin' dead
at the Academy.
OFFICER 2: Maybe they should.
Daniels sure fell for it.
OFFICER 1: Yeah.
I just need one minute.
[APPLAUSE]
All right, give the man a
golden statue.
Hurd, this thing goes
live at five, baby, you
could be a star!
Great.
How ya doin'? Feelin' okay?
Oh, no.
I just heard...
I'm sorry about Bridget.
They're... They're gonna take
me to the hospital and all.
Should I meet you there?
Maybe you can stay with me
for a few days.
You know, at least
until your arm gets
a bit better.
I'm not a good patient.
I'm not a good nurse.
ROBBIE: Give me some tears,
Angela. Come on.
Get off me.
-Cry. Cry for me. Cry for me.
-Get off of me.
-Do it.
-I'm not gonna cry for you!
-I'm not afraid of you!
Get off!
-[GUNSHOT]
Maybe I'll pick up a couple
of videos on the way home.
-Maybe not.
-[ANGELA LAUGHS]
HURD: So what is this? Is this
live? Or is this Betamax?
[GUNS FIRING]