The Hidden (1987) - full transcript
An alien parasite with the ability to possess human bodies goes on a violent crime spree in LA, committing dozens of murders and robberies. In pursuit of the extraterrestrial criminal is an FBI agent, and the local officer investigating the rash of violence. As they close in on the vicious intruder, the city faces a brutal threat like no other it has ever encountered.
Oh.
Argh! Argh!
Argh! Arrgh!
Drop it!
Argh!
- Argh!
- Don't shoot, please!
Freeze!
Arrrrgh!
Argh!
Quick, run!
Get out of here!
Hurry!
Get down
behind something.
Somebody get
the police!
Get down! Go!
He went that way
in a black Ferrari, go!
Suspect is...
Look out!
Oh!
Now in pursuit,
Wilshire and Parkview.
Suspect is currently...
Stop! Oh, my god!
Ugh!
Yeah, that's him, all right.
That's Jack.
Real nice man, kinda quiet.
Real gentleman.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Oh, I haven't seen him in...
About a week.
What did he do,
Rob a bank?
Hey, Tom, we gotta move.
They've got DeVries.
High-speed pursuit,
west Hollywood.
Thanks
for your help.
Aaaah!
Gah!
Right.
Phillips.
Let's go.
Continuing high-speed
pursuit. Please advise.
Yes, sir.
All right, Johnson,
vac, you're with me.
6-W-20 to control...
Watch your ass,
guys.
Right.
Hey, Beck.
How many units
you got in pursuit, Sandy?
Two.
How long?
Well, I wouldn't
go for coffee.
6-W-20. That's your lot.
There he is.
Give me that.
Tommy, come on! Come on!
Get out of the way!
Heh!
Mr. DeVries' condition
is deteriorating.
We'll have to move him
back to intensive care.
You think he'll
make it, doc?
Well, with all the trauma,
it's a miracle he's still alive.
I doubt he'll
last the night.
Good.
Keep us up to date,
will you, doc?
Dr. cutler...
Detective Beck.
No one deserves
to die like that.
I don't care
what the man's done.
He killed 12 people,
wounded 23 more...
Stole 6 cars,
most of 'em Ferraris...
Robbed 8 banks,
6 supermarkets...
4 jewelry stores
and a candy shop.
6 of the ones he killed, he
carved up with a butcher knife.
2 of them were kids.
He did all that in 2 weeks.
If anybody deserves
to go that way...
It sure in the hell
was him.
Man, in background: 1-L-19
requesting a sergeant...
look, ed, Tom Beck
is the best I've got.
If I give him to you now,
I'll never get him back again.
My department will
then crumble...
oh, yeah...
crime will run
rampant...
The city will fall
into ruin...
I said it's
gonna be OK.
Rampaging hordes
will control the streets...
And life as we know it
will end.
Hey, hey, hey, John. I don't
want Willis, I want Beck.
Senator's coming here
to announce...
He's running for president,
for Christ's sake.
I mean, you've gotten
some threats.
You don't want some dead-ass
blowing him away...
In our division,
do you?
Ed, Willis is
a better man now.
He's been with Beck
for over a year.
Give him another shot.
Send Beck to my office,
John.
Bye.
Hi.
Lieutenant Masterson.
Yeah, I'm Masterson.
Who are you?
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI.
What can I do for you?
I'm following a suspect.
I need some local
law enforcement help.
I spoke with your captain.
He assigned me
a detective Thomas Beck.
Sure you got
it down?
Yeah, I know.
That's the best
I can do, ma'am.
I'll get him
to call back...
all right.
Huh huh.
Confiscated 3 pounds
of marijuana...
Beck. This is agent
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI, Seattle.
You'll be working with him
the next few days.
I'm in the middle
of a case here,
I haven't finished
my shooting report.
What am I supposed to do,
drop this?
Doesn't anybody
say please anymore?
Please.
Oh. How can I refuse?
You can't.
Bureau's getting them
younger every day now.
Yeah. Must get 'em
right out of high school.
No, no, no.
Don't put it on my desk.
Come on, man. Beck!
Do not put that on my desk.
Do not put that on my desk.
Beck, come on,
give me a break,
I haven't seen
my wife in a month.
Believe me, she's fine.
I was with her last night
and she said to say hello.
Sends you a big kiss.
You guys are
very funny.
You know, she's gettin' kinda
fat, have you noticed that?
Beer belly or something.
So who we looking for,
public enemy number one?
His name is Jack DeVries.
Jack DeVries?
Jack DeVries?
Stockbroker?
right.
How long you
been after him?
About a month.
A month, huh?
Why don't you
go buy yourself a drink?
Why?
'Cause he's
in the hospital...
And he's not gonna make it
through the night.
Which hospital?
St. Joseph's.
First and main.
He ain't going anywhere.
What's your hurry?
Ugh.
Ugh! Ugh!
Clear.
Still no rhythm.
Well,
can you feel a pulse?
Nothing.
OK. Let's try it again.
Clear.
Doctor, are you OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.
What happened?
I don't know.
Doctor...
I've got one patient dead
on the floor...
And the other one...
are you trying to tell me...
That a man in his condition
just picked himself up...
And walked the hell
out of here?
I don't know. Look...
He just got up and left
when I went to find you.
What do you mean,
"he just got up and left"?
Can I help you?
On-call anesthesiologist
to the er stat.
Anesthesiologist
to the er stat.
FBI.
Mr. Miller has an extremely bad
stomach condition...
Severe gastritis, and his heart
finally deteriorated...
To the point where we had
to schedule a triple bypass.
Yesterday afternoon
he had a massive coronary...
But today it was
as if he just...
got up
and walked out.
I can't really
explain it...
But I know that that's not
the man you're looking for.
Jonathan Miller would never
do anything to break the law.
He is a very kind,
very honest gentleman.
Yo!
Grandpa!
What, are you stupid
or something?
Yo!
I'm talking
to you, wank.
I said I'm... Oh!
I'm gonna kill you.
Wurgh! Aah!
Dur! Ah!
Ooh!
Ooh! Ow! Ah!
Asshole!
Arrrgh!
Beck,
we should get started.
On what?
I got a news flash for you,
DeVries is dead.
Who's this,
public enemy number 2?
His name is
Jonathan P. Miller.
I need to find him.
Get away.
Do not put that...
Beck...
It wasn't funny
the first time.
This better be good.
Quite the desperado.
Still handing out
the death penalty
for unpaid
traffic tickets?
I don't do
traffic tickets.
- Beck.
- What?
You got a body at
a record shop
over on
Melrose and Stanley.
Jesus Christ.
What is it,
a full moon?
...and pictures of everyone.
Make sure. OK?
How's it going, sarge?
Hey, Frankie,
how's it going?
Did you check
the back room?
Yeah. It's clear.
Nobody across the street
saw through the window.
Well, what have
we got here?
Hey, Beck.
There's a witness.
Apparently she came in
right after it happened.
She got a pretty
good look at the guy.
- Where is she?
- Right over here.
Yeah.
He was carrying a radio.
Yeah.
What are you
doing here?
I'm just checking up on
a couple of traffic tickets.
Come here.
Sanchez,
call the coroner.
See if he can get over here
sometime today.
Right, sir.
You got it.
That way over there.
I see. How tall would
you say he was?
I don't know what you think
this has to do with you
but you're out of line.
The guy you came here for is
dead. Your job here is done.
I suggest you get on the
next flight back to Seattle.
- How we doing here?
- Hey, sarge.
What do you think?
- Is this him?
- Yeah, it's him.
Oh, great, thanks.
His parole officer's...
Brem, print this
and circulate it.
Put out a felony warrant on
Jonathan P. Miller,
armed and dangerous.
Shall we get started?
You have that picture
of Miller?
Use this instead.
How did you know
about Miller?
He used to work
with DeVries.
Doing what,
pulling illegal u-turns?
He didn't have a record
till 2 weeks ago.
He had a record
long before that.
Not according
to our files.
No. According
to our files.
If you want my help
you better think about
telling me
what's going on.
Tracking down a criminal
who's come to your city.
You've been assigned
to help me find him.
It's that simple.
If it's that simple why's the
bureau sending you down here?
You don't have
anything on Miller
because he's always
changing his identity.
The same with DeVries...
You didn't have
anything on him
until a couple
of weeks ago...
'Cause that's when you finally
caught up with him as DeVries.
Before that, he was
Arvin J. Lusk in Portland...
And before that
William Butler in Seattle.
Miller does
the same thing.
This is the closest
I've been.
He's got to be stopped here
before he moves again.
We'll take my car.
Let's go.
Bureau must be paying
pretty good these days.
Pretty good.
Do you mind me asking
how much one of these costs?
No.
How much?
I don't know.
You don't know.
What did you do,
steal it?
Yeah.
Hey. Could you
turn that down?
Block pick-up,
number 3.
Elmore, here's your check.
One coffee, right?
Senator Richard Holt
is drawing a crowd
wherever he goes these days.
The senator, who was expected
to announce his candidacy...
For president at a fundraiser
in Los Angeles tomorrow...
Is in town to dedicate a new
branch of child help U.S.A.
The work of
this organization...
In bettering the lives
of the young people
in this community...
Stands as an example
to the rest of the nation...
That, yes,
government can and should
serve the needs
of the small...
As well as the giant.
Senator, is it true
you'll be announcing
your campaign plans
this Tuesday.
Oh, you'll have to wait
for next Tuesday for them.
Bye, guys. Thank you.
And now, capitol hill.
An old ship is making
new waves. Richard.
It's your table, honey.
Don't look at me.
Hurgh, hurgh, haaah.
How far is St. Joseph's
from here?
About a mile. Why?
Which direction?
We'll start at the end of
the block and work back.
Oh, you're calling
the shots now, huh?
I know how the suspect operates.
We don't have much time.
How do you know Miller
was at the hospital?
It's a hunch.
I suppose he was there
visiting DeVries, right?
Yeah.
Why don't you just
tell me some of this shit...
So I don't have to follow you
around asking 20 questions?
We're supposed to be
on the same side.
Miller came from
the hospital.
He was there
to see DeVries.
Oh, thank you!
That is illuminating.
Boy, that solves
everything.
Christ, Miller doesn't
have a chance.
Hey, why would he come
in here and kill a guy...
For a lousy 100 bucks
and a...and a radio?
'Cause he likes it.
He sees something he wants,
he steals it.
Something gets in his way,
he kills it.
And right now,
he's hiding out in your city.
You're talking
about Miller.
Right.
It sounds a lot to me like
you're talking about DeVries.
You don't think you might
be a little confused?
So, you impressed?
I'm impressed. Ha.
Ha ha ha!
That's because this car
makes an impression.
Yeah,
but the question is...
Do I trade in my Mercedes
or do I just hang on to it?
I want this car.
I'll bet you do, dear.
Shall we go to my office?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Sir, please.
Don't. Don't.
It's not a toy. Just let me
finish with this gentleman...
And I'll, uh...I'll show you
another car. All right?
I want this car.
This car is sold.
Thank you.
Hey, buddy.
I'm buying this car.
Don't touch it.
We get an occasional
mental case here
but don't worry,
I'll take care of it.
Eddie!
Yo.
Shall we?
Hey, dickhead.
What do you think
you're doing?
I need the keys.
Fine. Out of the car.
Don't come back.
I won't be as friendly
next time.
What is your problem?
You understand English?
Beat it!
You want a broken nose,
you got it.
Ugh!
Hmmm!
ooh!
What was that?
It was just
a backfire.
Not one of yours,
I hope. Heh!
No way, my friend.
No way. Ha ha ha.
Go ahead, have some more.
It's good stuff.
Thank you.
How you doin'?
Heh heh heh!
Feeling good now,
huh?
Oh, yeah.
You'll cream your pants when
you do 100 with this baby.
100? In the city?
In the city, where else?
Anybody can do it
on the freeway. Heh heh.
I'm busy!
I want the car!
What the hell is that wacko
still doing here?
Give me a minute, will ya?
What the hell is Eddie doing
out there, for god's sake?
Eddie!
Oh, my god.
Urgh.
I need the keys.
Give him the keys.
Hey, man,
I just signed the paper.
Give him
the fuckin' keys!
Thank you.
Bye.
Aah!
We got a couple of cars
out there with plates on them.
One registered, a 308,
to Anthony Mercurio.
That's the wop.
Another one, a Mercedes,
registered to anchor imports.
I think it's this
stiff's here.
We don't have a name yet.
His wallet was lifted.
We're running it
down now.
What about the owner?
Anybody contacted the owner?
It's in the works.
All right,
I want you to contact him...
Find out what the inventory is.
See if anything is missing.
I already got it.
They were just finishing
a deal for a Red Mondial.
It's not here.
He took it.
How do you know?
- He likes Ferraris.
- Heh.
Put out a want and a felony
warrant on the red Ferrari.
Gotcha.
Come on, come on, I got 4 dead
bodies in 4 hours, here.
I want Miller
and I want him now!
Get in.
We could go
over there.
Fuck off!
You know what bothers me
about these 2 guys,
DeVries and Miller?
Neither has
a criminal record.
Both led normal lives
till a few days ago
and now they're
killing people.
You read minds or was that
just a shot in the dark?
I read minds.
Oh, yeah?
What was I just thinking?
That I'm full of shit.
Impressive.
Not really.
Pretty simple to read.
Well, I don't read minds
and I'd like to know...
If you're just doing
your job...
Or if there's something personal
between you and these 2 clowns.
I guess you could say
it's personal.
He killed my partner.
Which one?
Hmm?
Which one killed
your partner?
Both.
I'm surprised the bureau
let you stay on the case.
I hear they're
not big on revenge.
What would you do?
As a cop?
As a man.
I lost a partner once.
We'll get Miller.
Ugh!
Uh.
Uh.
Buckley owns anchor imports,
which owns the Mercedes.
Let's see if Mr. Buckley
has a record.
Huh. Looks like
this guy's an arms dealer.
Carrying
a concealed weapon...
Possession of narcotics
for sale...
Firearms possession,
felon in possession of...
another law-abiding
citizen, huh?
What the hell is that?
A flamethrower, man.
Can you believe it?
Patrol picked this up off
some homeboy on the street.
You're kidding.
What happened to the good
old days of zip guns?
Get 2 units out to his home
and to his office right away.
Sanchez. Homicide.
Sure, hold on.
Beck, I think
it's your wife.
Hi...hi. No, I'm sorry.
Uh...about 15 minutes.
Hold on a sec. What
are you doing for dinner?
Sorry, I got plans.
You know, ladies.
Not you, Sanchez.
No plans.
I'm bringing somebody
for dinner.
Are you coming?
I suppose you live
in a castle.
Apartment.
one bedroom, one bathroom.
Want a beer
or something?
Whatever
you're having.
"she climbed up
on his long tail...
"And walked up his back.
"When she was comfortable,
they walked on.
"The sun was very bright.
"They reached the end
of the forest...
"And the fairy Princess
began to laugh with joy.
"There was
the shiny silver castle...
"On the top of
the mountain..."
and here's daddy.
Hi, mommy.
Hi, baby.
How was your day?
Interesting.
Hi, daddy.
How's my girl?
Ohh, boy!
Did you feed
your turtle?
Yes.
Oh, wait till you see
the painting
she did in school today.
She's got it on
the refrigerator already.
Who've we got for dinner?
FBI.
Well, at least
they're polite.
- Ha.
- Ha.
I'm sorry. I didn't know
you were standing there.
Honey, this is
Lloyd Gallagher.
Lloyd, this is
my wife Barbara.
It's very nice
to have you with us, Lloyd.
It's nice to be here,
Barbara.
I don't mean
to disturb you.
Oh, no, that's all right.
Come on in for a minute.
This is our daughter,
Juliet.
Want to say good night
to Mr. Gallagher?
Good night, baby.
Mwah!
♪ I don't wanna hear about
the wrinkles in your bed ♪
♪ I don't wanna
hear about ♪
♪ Ghosts inside
your haunted head ♪
♪ Inside your
haunted head ♪
Well, um...
Tommy tells me
you're from Seattle.
I'm sorry?
You're from Seattle?
You know, where
you're going back to...
Soon as you're done here?
Yes. I'll go home
when I'm finished.
Is that where
you're from originally?
From?
Where did you grow up?
Mmm.
What's that, north?
I have some relatives
up north.
What town?
Ras Alhague.
And that's in
the United States?
Well, I never heard of
that one.
Your little girl.
Juliet.
She's very...
Special.
Yeah, I think so.
You love her.
Yes, we love her.
She's our daughter.
Don't FBI agents
love their kids?
Tommy,
I don't think he...
what about you?
You married?
I was.
- Kids?
- One.
Divorced?
My wife is dead.
She and my little girl...
Were killed by the man
who killed my partner.
I'm very sorry.
Take it all off!
Ha ha!
I love you, darlin',
I love you.
That's my wife
you're talkin' about.
Here's your rusty nail.
Hey, Freddie, can I have
a bourbon and soda?
Yeah, coming up.
Hey, buddy.
Are you OK?
Hm?
I said are you OK?
You look kinda pasty.
I'm fine.
Sure.
339-31...229 Clements.
This is 6-Adam-42
requesting assistance.
We have located
missing Ferrari.
Yeah?
Where?
I'm on my way.
Let's go, Lloyd.
We gotta get going.
They found the Ferrari.
Brought you
some alka-seltzer.
It's alka-seltzer.
You put it in the water
and you drink it.
Lloyd, as a friend...
Stay away from alcohol.
Give me a break.
Hey, pal,
the show's over, OK?
Look, can you take it
outside, please?
Please.
Hey, Robbie!
Robbie!
Ugh!
600 block south Wilson.
Possible homicide suspect
inside harem room bar.
All right, ma'am,
come on.
Look at that.
Oh, look at the ass
on that!
Oh! No!
Aah!
Let's go!
Come on, men, round here!
Shit!
Hey! Hey, officer!
We didn't do nothing, man!
We're clean, man...
hey, baby, how you doin'?
How you doin', babe?
Hey, where you goin'?
I thought the show
was inside. Hey...
hey, lady, stay away
from that Ferrari, please.
Ma'am?
Move on.
That's a police
suspect vehicle.
Hey, yo!
Yo, baby!
Hey, honey, you know...
What's your hurry?
The night's still young,
and, uh...
Your name is Brenda,
right?
I seen you before.
Say, uh...
Do you like cars?
'Cause I got a great car...
And it's, uh...
Parked right over there
in that lot and, uh...
Well...what do you say?
Yeah, baby. Come on.
Come on.
Well, well, well,
what do we got here, huh?
Been a long time since
we've seen one of these.
Really.
what the hell is this?
This guy looks like
he's bled to death.
What, from this?
Did you find a weapon?
No weapon, no I.D.,
no nothing.
This bullshit's
getting stale, Tom.
Check on the coroner.
I'll get you an e.T.A.
Sir...
Here's some
aspirin, sir.
Uh, Beck thought
you might need it.
Oh! Ohh!
Ha ha.
Ohh. Aah!
Aah! Aah, gee, ah.
Aah, aah.
Ohh! Oh! Oh! Ow!
Ha ha ha.
- Ow! Ow!
- Heh heh.
What are you doing?!
Aah! Ow! Aah!
Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha!
Aah! Aagh!
Requesting an ambulance...
And a medical examiner.
Send for a techs unit
and copy the dead body report.
Yo, Beck. Caught beautiful
here trying to leave.
All right, all right.
She's the one
found the body.
Let me have a minute.
Sorry. It's been
a hell of a night.
- Yeah.
- Are you OK?
Yeah.
Can you tell me
what you saw?
I saw Brenda walk out
on my way in.
There was this guy
on the floor.
I screamed,
and the cops came.
You ever seen
this guy before?
You sure you never
seen this guy?
Look, I know Brenda.
No way she'd have anything to do
with a creep like that.
Beck.
What?
We need to find her.
You trying to tell me
that she's part of this?
Hey, Tom.
You ain't gonna
believe this.
We have another stiff.
In the parking lot.
I don't believe this.
Thank you
for your help.
Good luck.
Yo, what the hell's this guy
doing with his pants down?
What the hell
you think he's doing?
Busy night, huh, Beck?
Getting a little crowded
in my Van, you know?
Joey, let me know asap
when this guy gets posted.
- Yeah. Right.
- Cliff, get these out.
Gotcha. Let's get a DMV
on the stolen...
Lloyd, come here.
Get a good statement
from these guys.
Can we get another unit...
in a span of 12 hours,
I've got 5 bodies...
Not counting Miller...
Who dies because
he runs out of blood.
A stripper screws
some guy to death...
Steals his car,
and takes off.
All of this in 12 hours.
I want to ask you,
am I crazy...
Or does this seem
just a little bizarre?
Yeah, it's
a little bizarre.
I knew that.
I just wanted to know
if you knew that.
Let's get outta here.
Step out of the car
slowly.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
It's gonna be
one of those nights.
Watch it!
Shit!
Ho-ly smoke.
Officers need help,
suspect is armed
and headed eastbound...
I'd say we're going
the right way.
There it is.
You bitch.
Shit!
God damn it!
Why don't you try
for one of the tires?
What the hell do you think
I'm trying to do?
You think this is easy,
why don't you try it?
Son of a...
Hold the wheel.
You hold the goddamn wheel.
You wanted to...
what the hell you doing?
Jesus!
You're out of your goddamn mind,
do you know that?
You're fuckin' nuts.
I'm going in.
I'll cover you.
Might be safer
if you didn't.
Fine.
I won't cover you.
All right, cover me.
D'you want me to fuckin'
cover you or not?
I need you to cover me.
Fine. I'll cover you.
Jesus Christ.
She's bleeding to death,
for Christ's sake!
Why doesn't she go down?
We've gotta get to her
before she dies.
Why don't we wait
till after she's dead?
Ah...aah!
Unh.
Unh!
Agh.
Uh!
You think it's over now.
You're wrong.
I'm not coming... out yet.
I'll kill you first.
Let's go.
Roy, come... god!
Lieutenant.
Yeah, Willis,
what's your status?
Broad just jumped,
round back.
All right, gentlemen,
let's do this by the...
go on ahead.
Halt!
FBI.
Get away from the body!
Party's over, pal.
She's dead.
She's dead, lieutenant.
Hell of a night, huh?
Who was here?
Who touched the body?
She's dead, Mr. Gallagher.
It's over.
Nelson, this is Willis.
Check on the coroner's arrival
for me, will ya?
Better bring in the
robbery/homicide shooting team.
What's goin' on
up there?
You want us up there?
Hey, you wanna make
some room there?
Move out of the way.
Come on.
Joey!
Hey, look,
it's none of my business...
But the lady had about
15 bullet holes in her.
You guys like making my job
miserable, huh, Beck? Come on.
You should really
go to the ambulance now.
Just give me a minute.
Forensics team's still on
the first floor.
It's not over, is it?
No.
I want an explanation.
Explanation
won't help you.
I've worked homicide
for 13 years...
And I've seen
a lot of strange shit...
But I have never
seen anything like this.
Now, you seem to know
what's going on and I don't.
And you're gonna
tell me.
Explanation's not
gonna help you.
I'll decide that.
Then I'm sorry.
Hey! Don't you
walk away from me.
What I'm after
is still out there...
And I don't know
where to start.
Cliff.
Tommy, what happened
to you, man?
Arrest him.
Arrest him?
Book him.
Doc, can I give you
a hand over there?
I've got
the diagram here.
Lloyd...I've gotta take you
downtown. Boss' orders.
Come on.
Woodfield, what are
you doing up so late?
Having a ball.
Heh.
Hey, I heard you took one.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.
Hey.
I woke you, huh?
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
If I wasn't fine...
Somebody else would call you,
wouldn't they?
I got into a bit of a scrape,
but it's no big deal.
I'm just calling
so you won't worry.
I'll be home soon.
I'll, uh...
I'll be home
as soon as I can.
I love you too. Bye.
I hope you know what
you're doing, busting a fed.
Let me worry
about that.
How's the arm?
Hey, it's a scratch.
What the hell's this,
your press secretary?
This is the stuff
I got from Lloyd...
firearms,
personal I.D...
And who in the hell
knows what this is?
Must be some kind of
special FBI toy.
Do me a favor,
drop it off at the lab.
We'll see what they can
figure out in the morning.
Gotcha. No problem.
- Cliffy?
- Yeah?
Thanks, partner.
Take care of
that arm, huh?
I got that information
you wanted.
OK. Seattle FBI says
agent Lloyd Gallagher...
Was killed in a forest fire
about a month ago...
With a friend of his named
stone. Robert stone.
They were hunting
in Olympic National Forest...
The weekend they had
that big forest fire.
Bureau figured stone was dead.
Never found his body.
Just figured
it burned up in the fire.
Is that all?
I had them wire me
a picture of stone.
Evidently Mr. stone
has taken over
the identity of
his dead friend.
If you don't need me,
I'm going home.
Brem?
Good work.
Aw!
Excuse me, sarge.
Where do you want him?
Take the cuffs
off him.
You want me to stay?
No.
Crazy thing.
I was starting
to like you.
Sit down.
I checked with
the FBI in Seattle.
Lloyd Gallagher is dead.
Your real name
is Robert stone.
That's about all
we know about you...
Except for the fact that you're
driving a stolen Porsche...
Which is probably about
the only true thing...
That you've told us
so far.
So why don't we just
have a little talk?
Why don't you tell me who you
are and what you're doing here?
Please don't ask me that.
Don't give me that!
I have had it with you.
What do you think this is,
some kind of a game?
You think you can waltz
into this town...
Turn my department
upside-down...
Endanger the lives
of my men?
I am tired of you
jerking me around.
I want answers! I wanna know
why it takes 15 shots...
To take down
some zoned-out stripper.
I wanna know why
3 law-abiding citizens...
All of a sudden go crazy
and start killing people.
I want answers,
and I want them now!
Miller, the stripper,
DeVries were the same...
And it's not human.
Excuse me?
I have been after it
for a long time.
Now it's here,
on earth, in your city.
Oh, boy.
Are we talking
spacemen here?
The way it works
is it finds a body...
Gets inside,
uses it to move around.
It stays in that body
until the body is so damaged...
It has to find
another body.
That's the only time
I can kill it,
when it's between bodies.
I missed my chance when it came
out of the stripper.
It found another body
and changed before I got there.
So now we don't know
who the spaceman is.
No.
But I don't have to
look for it anymore.
It knows I'm here.
It'll come after me.
Beck, I need my weapon.
That's the only thing
that can kill it.
So the spaceman
is the one that killed
your partner,
your wife...
The one that you've
been tracking for the past...
- 9 years.
- 9 years.
Your time.
Our time.
I guess a career
in the police...
Didn't really prepare you
for this, did it?
Yes, it did.
We'll try again
later.
It's OK. It's OK.
Good morning,
lieutenant.
Morning.
What's eating him?
I thought you said he wasn't
coming in today. Heh.
Yes, sir, you can.
He didn't know what hit him,
until bang!
Hey, John.
What do you say?
I thought you weren't
coming in today.
I have work to do.
Aha. Well. Oh, sorry,
this is lieutenant Masterson.
Carol Miller,
Senator Holt's assistant.
Agents Stadt and Lowe.
They're handling security
for the senator's speech
today, John.
Holt. The one
everyone applauds.
Heh.
We'd like to think so.
Where's the speech?
Park Plaza,
you know that.
Yeah, 5.
5 guys in the lobby,
I think, Carol.
Take it easy,
all right?
Sure. I'll be fine.
How you doing, sarge?
Hey, Frankie,
how are you?
Hey!
Hey!
there's a bomb!
Where did that
come from?
We've had an explosion
in ballistics.
- Let's get somebody down there.
- Is anybody hurt?
There's a lot of smoke
in the corridor.
Get a fire unit
over here.
Come on!
Move! Move!
Get a fire extinguisher
in here. Let's move!
Get out of there.
Get him out of there.
What happened?
What the hell
is goin' on?
Hey, what's
goin' on here?
You!
You? Lieutenant
what's goin' on around here?
Where's
the other one?
What other one?
The one you were with.
Lloyd? I locked him up.
You know that.
I wanna talk to him.
What is this?
What are you doing with...
listen, I already
shot you once.
I can hardly wait
to do it again.
Now, let's go.
- Hey, Beck?
- Stay back.
Lieutenant,
what's goin' on? Agh!
- Get back! Take cover!
- We got a man down.
Tom!
Tom, you OK?
Stay back, Cliff,
it's not Masterson.
Seal this corridor.
Get him outta here.
Now, Beck!
- Agh!
- Freeze!
Shit! We just dumped
the lieutenant, man.
Get an ambulance.
Sanchez,
stay away from him.
aah!
- Brooks!
- Yeah.
- Give me your gun.
- You can't do that!
Give me your
fuckin' gun!
It's in my
waistband, man!
Get a shotgun and
seal off the stairwell.
Buzz the gate.
Get me into c-8.
What the hell's
going on here?
Just open the fuckin'...
Masterson has flipped out and...
He's shooting up the station,
all right? Now, open the gate.
You have to
check your piece, Beck.
Give me the keys,
Joe.
Buzz the gate, Joe.
Buzz the fuckin' gate!
And watch out
for Masterson!
Hey, I need
a phone call.
I just saw Masterson
dump 2 cops.
He took 6 hits
at point-blank range...
And he's not going down.
Is Masterson...
Is he dead?
The real Masterson.
Yeah.
You're gonna
need this.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Jesus Christ!
Let me in.
I can't do that,
lieutenant.
Hey, put that down.
Hey, don't do that.
Jeez! Get down.
- You're hit. Here.
- I know.
Alhague.
Yes?
Before I kill you,
I'm curious.
How did you find me?
You left an angry partner
for dead on Altair.
A mistake.
That's what it said.
Agh.
Die, you fucker!
Son of a bitch!
Why don't
you use that goddamn thing?
Not yet.
You said it was the only thing
that could kill it.
What are you
waiting for?
It's not that simple.
Alhague. How do you
like being human?
It's all right.
Better than
being Altarian.
Altarians are
a filthy people.
We could take over
this place if we wanted.
They have nothing here
to stop us.
Yo, hippy, what kind
of dude are you?
Aah!
Oh, man!
OK, what's going on, man?
Bye.
Die!
L...L...Look at that!
Let me out!
He's gonna change soon.
I'm gonna be there.
Who the hell are you?
Do you feel pain?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Why didn't you use
that thing?
You said it was the only thing
that would kill him
and you didn't use it.
Wrong composition.
Doesn't work
on human flesh.
Whoa.
Hey, open up
the door, man.
- Man, where are you going?
- He's from outer space.
Nobody knows it.
It's crazy.
These drugs are
kickin' up on you, man.
Dude's from
outer space.
Seal this off.
Get back in there.
Back.
Cover me.
You go low.
On 3.
1...2...3.
Freeze.
Don't shoot!
Don't move!
Freeze!
- Is it him?
- No.
Beck,
what's going on?
- Is he dead?
- Yeah.
Beck, what the hell
is going on?
You see anybody
leave this room?
I don't know.
Willis. He said he was
going to get a medic.
Beck, who did this
to Masterson?
Not Willis.
I'm sorry.
I think we better
find him.
- Senator Holt...
- Senator Holt...
will you answer some questions,
please, senator?
What about the scandal?
What do you wanna do about
the animal rights protesters?
Beck.
Where?
Jesus Christ.
Jean Simpson's
free lunch program...
freeze! Don't move!
Hold it right there.
Beck. LAPD.
Who the hell's he?
Gallagher. FBI.
It's OK.
He's one of mine.
Beck, what the hell
are you doing?
Code red. Code red.
Sir, there may be an assassin
in the building.
We're gonna take you
out the back entrance.
Detective Willis, I've got
orders to disarm and detain you.
Sure.
Aah!
Aah!
Get out of here, now!
All right. In here!
Move it! Move!
Back against the wall,
now!
Man down.
We got a cold one.
Freeze!
Orgh!
Cliff!
Agh!
Agh!
Cliff!
Aw, shit.
Unh!
They're in
the kitchen!
Shit.
Right, Jim, you stay with Beck.
Charlie, you go with me.
3-L-10, requesting
medical attention.
I got two downed
officers here.
Freeze! Drop it!
Agh!
Both of you
in the closet, now!
Uhh!
Aah!
Who are you?
Who are you,
god damn it?
What do you want?
You all right, sir?
Let's get the senator out.
All right.
Let's move out.
All right,
everybody move.
Get him out of here.
Watch that guy.
Uniform, seal this off.
Hey. You can't go through here.
Police business.
Unh.
Did we get him?
Yeah.
- Question.
- Yes.
Has any motive been established
as to why detective Willis...
Would want to assassinate
Senator Holt?
Lieutenant Flynn?
The depart...
the department is conducting
an investigation...
But at this time
we have no motive.
Yes. Sir.
Senator, do you still intend
to run for president?
The senator will discuss
his campaign plans...
After he has had
adequate time
to fully reflect
on the situation.
I want to be president.
What's that, senator?
I want to be president.
All right!
Gallagher. FBI.
Mm-hm.
what's in the bag?
Security equipment.
Open it up.
Oh!
All right. Go! Go!
Freeze!
Go on, freeze!
Aaah!
Look!
Wait.
Wheelchair to reception
for checking.
Mommy, is daddy
gonna be all right?
You know your daddy
loves you very much.
Dr. branch pick up
white telephone.
Dr. Cheung, patient is...
Dr. Cheung, patient is...
Oh...
Mom, please take her
out of here, please!
Nurse!
Get a gurney
and get an orderly. Stat!
Hi.
Hi.
Come on, honey.
Argh! Argh!
Argh! Arrgh!
Drop it!
Argh!
- Argh!
- Don't shoot, please!
Freeze!
Arrrrgh!
Argh!
Quick, run!
Get out of here!
Hurry!
Get down
behind something.
Somebody get
the police!
Get down! Go!
He went that way
in a black Ferrari, go!
Suspect is...
Look out!
Oh!
Now in pursuit,
Wilshire and Parkview.
Suspect is currently...
Stop! Oh, my god!
Ugh!
Yeah, that's him, all right.
That's Jack.
Real nice man, kinda quiet.
Real gentleman.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Oh, I haven't seen him in...
About a week.
What did he do,
Rob a bank?
Hey, Tom, we gotta move.
They've got DeVries.
High-speed pursuit,
west Hollywood.
Thanks
for your help.
Aaaah!
Gah!
Right.
Phillips.
Let's go.
Continuing high-speed
pursuit. Please advise.
Yes, sir.
All right, Johnson,
vac, you're with me.
6-W-20 to control...
Watch your ass,
guys.
Right.
Hey, Beck.
How many units
you got in pursuit, Sandy?
Two.
How long?
Well, I wouldn't
go for coffee.
6-W-20. That's your lot.
There he is.
Give me that.
Tommy, come on! Come on!
Get out of the way!
Heh!
Mr. DeVries' condition
is deteriorating.
We'll have to move him
back to intensive care.
You think he'll
make it, doc?
Well, with all the trauma,
it's a miracle he's still alive.
I doubt he'll
last the night.
Good.
Keep us up to date,
will you, doc?
Dr. cutler...
Detective Beck.
No one deserves
to die like that.
I don't care
what the man's done.
He killed 12 people,
wounded 23 more...
Stole 6 cars,
most of 'em Ferraris...
Robbed 8 banks,
6 supermarkets...
4 jewelry stores
and a candy shop.
6 of the ones he killed, he
carved up with a butcher knife.
2 of them were kids.
He did all that in 2 weeks.
If anybody deserves
to go that way...
It sure in the hell
was him.
Man, in background: 1-L-19
requesting a sergeant...
look, ed, Tom Beck
is the best I've got.
If I give him to you now,
I'll never get him back again.
My department will
then crumble...
oh, yeah...
crime will run
rampant...
The city will fall
into ruin...
I said it's
gonna be OK.
Rampaging hordes
will control the streets...
And life as we know it
will end.
Hey, hey, hey, John. I don't
want Willis, I want Beck.
Senator's coming here
to announce...
He's running for president,
for Christ's sake.
I mean, you've gotten
some threats.
You don't want some dead-ass
blowing him away...
In our division,
do you?
Ed, Willis is
a better man now.
He's been with Beck
for over a year.
Give him another shot.
Send Beck to my office,
John.
Bye.
Hi.
Lieutenant Masterson.
Yeah, I'm Masterson.
Who are you?
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI.
What can I do for you?
I'm following a suspect.
I need some local
law enforcement help.
I spoke with your captain.
He assigned me
a detective Thomas Beck.
Sure you got
it down?
Yeah, I know.
That's the best
I can do, ma'am.
I'll get him
to call back...
all right.
Huh huh.
Confiscated 3 pounds
of marijuana...
Beck. This is agent
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI, Seattle.
You'll be working with him
the next few days.
I'm in the middle
of a case here,
I haven't finished
my shooting report.
What am I supposed to do,
drop this?
Doesn't anybody
say please anymore?
Please.
Oh. How can I refuse?
You can't.
Bureau's getting them
younger every day now.
Yeah. Must get 'em
right out of high school.
No, no, no.
Don't put it on my desk.
Come on, man. Beck!
Do not put that on my desk.
Do not put that on my desk.
Beck, come on,
give me a break,
I haven't seen
my wife in a month.
Believe me, she's fine.
I was with her last night
and she said to say hello.
Sends you a big kiss.
You guys are
very funny.
You know, she's gettin' kinda
fat, have you noticed that?
Beer belly or something.
So who we looking for,
public enemy number one?
His name is Jack DeVries.
Jack DeVries?
Jack DeVries?
Stockbroker?
right.
How long you
been after him?
About a month.
A month, huh?
Why don't you
go buy yourself a drink?
Why?
'Cause he's
in the hospital...
And he's not gonna make it
through the night.
Which hospital?
St. Joseph's.
First and main.
He ain't going anywhere.
What's your hurry?
Ugh.
Ugh! Ugh!
Clear.
Still no rhythm.
Well,
can you feel a pulse?
Nothing.
OK. Let's try it again.
Clear.
Doctor, are you OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.
What happened?
I don't know.
Doctor...
I've got one patient dead
on the floor...
And the other one...
are you trying to tell me...
That a man in his condition
just picked himself up...
And walked the hell
out of here?
I don't know. Look...
He just got up and left
when I went to find you.
What do you mean,
"he just got up and left"?
Can I help you?
On-call anesthesiologist
to the er stat.
Anesthesiologist
to the er stat.
FBI.
Mr. Miller has an extremely bad
stomach condition...
Severe gastritis, and his heart
finally deteriorated...
To the point where we had
to schedule a triple bypass.
Yesterday afternoon
he had a massive coronary...
But today it was
as if he just...
got up
and walked out.
I can't really
explain it...
But I know that that's not
the man you're looking for.
Jonathan Miller would never
do anything to break the law.
He is a very kind,
very honest gentleman.
Yo!
Grandpa!
What, are you stupid
or something?
Yo!
I'm talking
to you, wank.
I said I'm... Oh!
I'm gonna kill you.
Wurgh! Aah!
Dur! Ah!
Ooh!
Ooh! Ow! Ah!
Asshole!
Arrrgh!
Beck,
we should get started.
On what?
I got a news flash for you,
DeVries is dead.
Who's this,
public enemy number 2?
His name is
Jonathan P. Miller.
I need to find him.
Get away.
Do not put that...
Beck...
It wasn't funny
the first time.
This better be good.
Quite the desperado.
Still handing out
the death penalty
for unpaid
traffic tickets?
I don't do
traffic tickets.
- Beck.
- What?
You got a body at
a record shop
over on
Melrose and Stanley.
Jesus Christ.
What is it,
a full moon?
...and pictures of everyone.
Make sure. OK?
How's it going, sarge?
Hey, Frankie,
how's it going?
Did you check
the back room?
Yeah. It's clear.
Nobody across the street
saw through the window.
Well, what have
we got here?
Hey, Beck.
There's a witness.
Apparently she came in
right after it happened.
She got a pretty
good look at the guy.
- Where is she?
- Right over here.
Yeah.
He was carrying a radio.
Yeah.
What are you
doing here?
I'm just checking up on
a couple of traffic tickets.
Come here.
Sanchez,
call the coroner.
See if he can get over here
sometime today.
Right, sir.
You got it.
That way over there.
I see. How tall would
you say he was?
I don't know what you think
this has to do with you
but you're out of line.
The guy you came here for is
dead. Your job here is done.
I suggest you get on the
next flight back to Seattle.
- How we doing here?
- Hey, sarge.
What do you think?
- Is this him?
- Yeah, it's him.
Oh, great, thanks.
His parole officer's...
Brem, print this
and circulate it.
Put out a felony warrant on
Jonathan P. Miller,
armed and dangerous.
Shall we get started?
You have that picture
of Miller?
Use this instead.
How did you know
about Miller?
He used to work
with DeVries.
Doing what,
pulling illegal u-turns?
He didn't have a record
till 2 weeks ago.
He had a record
long before that.
Not according
to our files.
No. According
to our files.
If you want my help
you better think about
telling me
what's going on.
Tracking down a criminal
who's come to your city.
You've been assigned
to help me find him.
It's that simple.
If it's that simple why's the
bureau sending you down here?
You don't have
anything on Miller
because he's always
changing his identity.
The same with DeVries...
You didn't have
anything on him
until a couple
of weeks ago...
'Cause that's when you finally
caught up with him as DeVries.
Before that, he was
Arvin J. Lusk in Portland...
And before that
William Butler in Seattle.
Miller does
the same thing.
This is the closest
I've been.
He's got to be stopped here
before he moves again.
We'll take my car.
Let's go.
Bureau must be paying
pretty good these days.
Pretty good.
Do you mind me asking
how much one of these costs?
No.
How much?
I don't know.
You don't know.
What did you do,
steal it?
Yeah.
Hey. Could you
turn that down?
Block pick-up,
number 3.
Elmore, here's your check.
One coffee, right?
Senator Richard Holt
is drawing a crowd
wherever he goes these days.
The senator, who was expected
to announce his candidacy...
For president at a fundraiser
in Los Angeles tomorrow...
Is in town to dedicate a new
branch of child help U.S.A.
The work of
this organization...
In bettering the lives
of the young people
in this community...
Stands as an example
to the rest of the nation...
That, yes,
government can and should
serve the needs
of the small...
As well as the giant.
Senator, is it true
you'll be announcing
your campaign plans
this Tuesday.
Oh, you'll have to wait
for next Tuesday for them.
Bye, guys. Thank you.
And now, capitol hill.
An old ship is making
new waves. Richard.
It's your table, honey.
Don't look at me.
Hurgh, hurgh, haaah.
How far is St. Joseph's
from here?
About a mile. Why?
Which direction?
We'll start at the end of
the block and work back.
Oh, you're calling
the shots now, huh?
I know how the suspect operates.
We don't have much time.
How do you know Miller
was at the hospital?
It's a hunch.
I suppose he was there
visiting DeVries, right?
Yeah.
Why don't you just
tell me some of this shit...
So I don't have to follow you
around asking 20 questions?
We're supposed to be
on the same side.
Miller came from
the hospital.
He was there
to see DeVries.
Oh, thank you!
That is illuminating.
Boy, that solves
everything.
Christ, Miller doesn't
have a chance.
Hey, why would he come
in here and kill a guy...
For a lousy 100 bucks
and a...and a radio?
'Cause he likes it.
He sees something he wants,
he steals it.
Something gets in his way,
he kills it.
And right now,
he's hiding out in your city.
You're talking
about Miller.
Right.
It sounds a lot to me like
you're talking about DeVries.
You don't think you might
be a little confused?
So, you impressed?
I'm impressed. Ha.
Ha ha ha!
That's because this car
makes an impression.
Yeah,
but the question is...
Do I trade in my Mercedes
or do I just hang on to it?
I want this car.
I'll bet you do, dear.
Shall we go to my office?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Sir, please.
Don't. Don't.
It's not a toy. Just let me
finish with this gentleman...
And I'll, uh...I'll show you
another car. All right?
I want this car.
This car is sold.
Thank you.
Hey, buddy.
I'm buying this car.
Don't touch it.
We get an occasional
mental case here
but don't worry,
I'll take care of it.
Eddie!
Yo.
Shall we?
Hey, dickhead.
What do you think
you're doing?
I need the keys.
Fine. Out of the car.
Don't come back.
I won't be as friendly
next time.
What is your problem?
You understand English?
Beat it!
You want a broken nose,
you got it.
Ugh!
Hmmm!
ooh!
What was that?
It was just
a backfire.
Not one of yours,
I hope. Heh!
No way, my friend.
No way. Ha ha ha.
Go ahead, have some more.
It's good stuff.
Thank you.
How you doin'?
Heh heh heh!
Feeling good now,
huh?
Oh, yeah.
You'll cream your pants when
you do 100 with this baby.
100? In the city?
In the city, where else?
Anybody can do it
on the freeway. Heh heh.
I'm busy!
I want the car!
What the hell is that wacko
still doing here?
Give me a minute, will ya?
What the hell is Eddie doing
out there, for god's sake?
Eddie!
Oh, my god.
Urgh.
I need the keys.
Give him the keys.
Hey, man,
I just signed the paper.
Give him
the fuckin' keys!
Thank you.
Bye.
Aah!
We got a couple of cars
out there with plates on them.
One registered, a 308,
to Anthony Mercurio.
That's the wop.
Another one, a Mercedes,
registered to anchor imports.
I think it's this
stiff's here.
We don't have a name yet.
His wallet was lifted.
We're running it
down now.
What about the owner?
Anybody contacted the owner?
It's in the works.
All right,
I want you to contact him...
Find out what the inventory is.
See if anything is missing.
I already got it.
They were just finishing
a deal for a Red Mondial.
It's not here.
He took it.
How do you know?
- He likes Ferraris.
- Heh.
Put out a want and a felony
warrant on the red Ferrari.
Gotcha.
Come on, come on, I got 4 dead
bodies in 4 hours, here.
I want Miller
and I want him now!
Get in.
We could go
over there.
Fuck off!
You know what bothers me
about these 2 guys,
DeVries and Miller?
Neither has
a criminal record.
Both led normal lives
till a few days ago
and now they're
killing people.
You read minds or was that
just a shot in the dark?
I read minds.
Oh, yeah?
What was I just thinking?
That I'm full of shit.
Impressive.
Not really.
Pretty simple to read.
Well, I don't read minds
and I'd like to know...
If you're just doing
your job...
Or if there's something personal
between you and these 2 clowns.
I guess you could say
it's personal.
He killed my partner.
Which one?
Hmm?
Which one killed
your partner?
Both.
I'm surprised the bureau
let you stay on the case.
I hear they're
not big on revenge.
What would you do?
As a cop?
As a man.
I lost a partner once.
We'll get Miller.
Ugh!
Uh.
Uh.
Buckley owns anchor imports,
which owns the Mercedes.
Let's see if Mr. Buckley
has a record.
Huh. Looks like
this guy's an arms dealer.
Carrying
a concealed weapon...
Possession of narcotics
for sale...
Firearms possession,
felon in possession of...
another law-abiding
citizen, huh?
What the hell is that?
A flamethrower, man.
Can you believe it?
Patrol picked this up off
some homeboy on the street.
You're kidding.
What happened to the good
old days of zip guns?
Get 2 units out to his home
and to his office right away.
Sanchez. Homicide.
Sure, hold on.
Beck, I think
it's your wife.
Hi...hi. No, I'm sorry.
Uh...about 15 minutes.
Hold on a sec. What
are you doing for dinner?
Sorry, I got plans.
You know, ladies.
Not you, Sanchez.
No plans.
I'm bringing somebody
for dinner.
Are you coming?
I suppose you live
in a castle.
Apartment.
one bedroom, one bathroom.
Want a beer
or something?
Whatever
you're having.
"she climbed up
on his long tail...
"And walked up his back.
"When she was comfortable,
they walked on.
"The sun was very bright.
"They reached the end
of the forest...
"And the fairy Princess
began to laugh with joy.
"There was
the shiny silver castle...
"On the top of
the mountain..."
and here's daddy.
Hi, mommy.
Hi, baby.
How was your day?
Interesting.
Hi, daddy.
How's my girl?
Ohh, boy!
Did you feed
your turtle?
Yes.
Oh, wait till you see
the painting
she did in school today.
She's got it on
the refrigerator already.
Who've we got for dinner?
FBI.
Well, at least
they're polite.
- Ha.
- Ha.
I'm sorry. I didn't know
you were standing there.
Honey, this is
Lloyd Gallagher.
Lloyd, this is
my wife Barbara.
It's very nice
to have you with us, Lloyd.
It's nice to be here,
Barbara.
I don't mean
to disturb you.
Oh, no, that's all right.
Come on in for a minute.
This is our daughter,
Juliet.
Want to say good night
to Mr. Gallagher?
Good night, baby.
Mwah!
♪ I don't wanna hear about
the wrinkles in your bed ♪
♪ I don't wanna
hear about ♪
♪ Ghosts inside
your haunted head ♪
♪ Inside your
haunted head ♪
Well, um...
Tommy tells me
you're from Seattle.
I'm sorry?
You're from Seattle?
You know, where
you're going back to...
Soon as you're done here?
Yes. I'll go home
when I'm finished.
Is that where
you're from originally?
From?
Where did you grow up?
Mmm.
What's that, north?
I have some relatives
up north.
What town?
Ras Alhague.
And that's in
the United States?
Well, I never heard of
that one.
Your little girl.
Juliet.
She's very...
Special.
Yeah, I think so.
You love her.
Yes, we love her.
She's our daughter.
Don't FBI agents
love their kids?
Tommy,
I don't think he...
what about you?
You married?
I was.
- Kids?
- One.
Divorced?
My wife is dead.
She and my little girl...
Were killed by the man
who killed my partner.
I'm very sorry.
Take it all off!
Ha ha!
I love you, darlin',
I love you.
That's my wife
you're talkin' about.
Here's your rusty nail.
Hey, Freddie, can I have
a bourbon and soda?
Yeah, coming up.
Hey, buddy.
Are you OK?
Hm?
I said are you OK?
You look kinda pasty.
I'm fine.
Sure.
339-31...229 Clements.
This is 6-Adam-42
requesting assistance.
We have located
missing Ferrari.
Yeah?
Where?
I'm on my way.
Let's go, Lloyd.
We gotta get going.
They found the Ferrari.
Brought you
some alka-seltzer.
It's alka-seltzer.
You put it in the water
and you drink it.
Lloyd, as a friend...
Stay away from alcohol.
Give me a break.
Hey, pal,
the show's over, OK?
Look, can you take it
outside, please?
Please.
Hey, Robbie!
Robbie!
Ugh!
600 block south Wilson.
Possible homicide suspect
inside harem room bar.
All right, ma'am,
come on.
Look at that.
Oh, look at the ass
on that!
Oh! No!
Aah!
Let's go!
Come on, men, round here!
Shit!
Hey! Hey, officer!
We didn't do nothing, man!
We're clean, man...
hey, baby, how you doin'?
How you doin', babe?
Hey, where you goin'?
I thought the show
was inside. Hey...
hey, lady, stay away
from that Ferrari, please.
Ma'am?
Move on.
That's a police
suspect vehicle.
Hey, yo!
Yo, baby!
Hey, honey, you know...
What's your hurry?
The night's still young,
and, uh...
Your name is Brenda,
right?
I seen you before.
Say, uh...
Do you like cars?
'Cause I got a great car...
And it's, uh...
Parked right over there
in that lot and, uh...
Well...what do you say?
Yeah, baby. Come on.
Come on.
Well, well, well,
what do we got here, huh?
Been a long time since
we've seen one of these.
Really.
what the hell is this?
This guy looks like
he's bled to death.
What, from this?
Did you find a weapon?
No weapon, no I.D.,
no nothing.
This bullshit's
getting stale, Tom.
Check on the coroner.
I'll get you an e.T.A.
Sir...
Here's some
aspirin, sir.
Uh, Beck thought
you might need it.
Oh! Ohh!
Ha ha.
Ohh. Aah!
Aah! Aah, gee, ah.
Aah, aah.
Ohh! Oh! Oh! Ow!
Ha ha ha.
- Ow! Ow!
- Heh heh.
What are you doing?!
Aah! Ow! Aah!
Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha!
Aah! Aagh!
Requesting an ambulance...
And a medical examiner.
Send for a techs unit
and copy the dead body report.
Yo, Beck. Caught beautiful
here trying to leave.
All right, all right.
She's the one
found the body.
Let me have a minute.
Sorry. It's been
a hell of a night.
- Yeah.
- Are you OK?
Yeah.
Can you tell me
what you saw?
I saw Brenda walk out
on my way in.
There was this guy
on the floor.
I screamed,
and the cops came.
You ever seen
this guy before?
You sure you never
seen this guy?
Look, I know Brenda.
No way she'd have anything to do
with a creep like that.
Beck.
What?
We need to find her.
You trying to tell me
that she's part of this?
Hey, Tom.
You ain't gonna
believe this.
We have another stiff.
In the parking lot.
I don't believe this.
Thank you
for your help.
Good luck.
Yo, what the hell's this guy
doing with his pants down?
What the hell
you think he's doing?
Busy night, huh, Beck?
Getting a little crowded
in my Van, you know?
Joey, let me know asap
when this guy gets posted.
- Yeah. Right.
- Cliff, get these out.
Gotcha. Let's get a DMV
on the stolen...
Lloyd, come here.
Get a good statement
from these guys.
Can we get another unit...
in a span of 12 hours,
I've got 5 bodies...
Not counting Miller...
Who dies because
he runs out of blood.
A stripper screws
some guy to death...
Steals his car,
and takes off.
All of this in 12 hours.
I want to ask you,
am I crazy...
Or does this seem
just a little bizarre?
Yeah, it's
a little bizarre.
I knew that.
I just wanted to know
if you knew that.
Let's get outta here.
Step out of the car
slowly.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
It's gonna be
one of those nights.
Watch it!
Shit!
Ho-ly smoke.
Officers need help,
suspect is armed
and headed eastbound...
I'd say we're going
the right way.
There it is.
You bitch.
Shit!
God damn it!
Why don't you try
for one of the tires?
What the hell do you think
I'm trying to do?
You think this is easy,
why don't you try it?
Son of a...
Hold the wheel.
You hold the goddamn wheel.
You wanted to...
what the hell you doing?
Jesus!
You're out of your goddamn mind,
do you know that?
You're fuckin' nuts.
I'm going in.
I'll cover you.
Might be safer
if you didn't.
Fine.
I won't cover you.
All right, cover me.
D'you want me to fuckin'
cover you or not?
I need you to cover me.
Fine. I'll cover you.
Jesus Christ.
She's bleeding to death,
for Christ's sake!
Why doesn't she go down?
We've gotta get to her
before she dies.
Why don't we wait
till after she's dead?
Ah...aah!
Unh.
Unh!
Agh.
Uh!
You think it's over now.
You're wrong.
I'm not coming... out yet.
I'll kill you first.
Let's go.
Roy, come... god!
Lieutenant.
Yeah, Willis,
what's your status?
Broad just jumped,
round back.
All right, gentlemen,
let's do this by the...
go on ahead.
Halt!
FBI.
Get away from the body!
Party's over, pal.
She's dead.
She's dead, lieutenant.
Hell of a night, huh?
Who was here?
Who touched the body?
She's dead, Mr. Gallagher.
It's over.
Nelson, this is Willis.
Check on the coroner's arrival
for me, will ya?
Better bring in the
robbery/homicide shooting team.
What's goin' on
up there?
You want us up there?
Hey, you wanna make
some room there?
Move out of the way.
Come on.
Joey!
Hey, look,
it's none of my business...
But the lady had about
15 bullet holes in her.
You guys like making my job
miserable, huh, Beck? Come on.
You should really
go to the ambulance now.
Just give me a minute.
Forensics team's still on
the first floor.
It's not over, is it?
No.
I want an explanation.
Explanation
won't help you.
I've worked homicide
for 13 years...
And I've seen
a lot of strange shit...
But I have never
seen anything like this.
Now, you seem to know
what's going on and I don't.
And you're gonna
tell me.
Explanation's not
gonna help you.
I'll decide that.
Then I'm sorry.
Hey! Don't you
walk away from me.
What I'm after
is still out there...
And I don't know
where to start.
Cliff.
Tommy, what happened
to you, man?
Arrest him.
Arrest him?
Book him.
Doc, can I give you
a hand over there?
I've got
the diagram here.
Lloyd...I've gotta take you
downtown. Boss' orders.
Come on.
Woodfield, what are
you doing up so late?
Having a ball.
Heh.
Hey, I heard you took one.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.
Hey.
I woke you, huh?
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
If I wasn't fine...
Somebody else would call you,
wouldn't they?
I got into a bit of a scrape,
but it's no big deal.
I'm just calling
so you won't worry.
I'll be home soon.
I'll, uh...
I'll be home
as soon as I can.
I love you too. Bye.
I hope you know what
you're doing, busting a fed.
Let me worry
about that.
How's the arm?
Hey, it's a scratch.
What the hell's this,
your press secretary?
This is the stuff
I got from Lloyd...
firearms,
personal I.D...
And who in the hell
knows what this is?
Must be some kind of
special FBI toy.
Do me a favor,
drop it off at the lab.
We'll see what they can
figure out in the morning.
Gotcha. No problem.
- Cliffy?
- Yeah?
Thanks, partner.
Take care of
that arm, huh?
I got that information
you wanted.
OK. Seattle FBI says
agent Lloyd Gallagher...
Was killed in a forest fire
about a month ago...
With a friend of his named
stone. Robert stone.
They were hunting
in Olympic National Forest...
The weekend they had
that big forest fire.
Bureau figured stone was dead.
Never found his body.
Just figured
it burned up in the fire.
Is that all?
I had them wire me
a picture of stone.
Evidently Mr. stone
has taken over
the identity of
his dead friend.
If you don't need me,
I'm going home.
Brem?
Good work.
Aw!
Excuse me, sarge.
Where do you want him?
Take the cuffs
off him.
You want me to stay?
No.
Crazy thing.
I was starting
to like you.
Sit down.
I checked with
the FBI in Seattle.
Lloyd Gallagher is dead.
Your real name
is Robert stone.
That's about all
we know about you...
Except for the fact that you're
driving a stolen Porsche...
Which is probably about
the only true thing...
That you've told us
so far.
So why don't we just
have a little talk?
Why don't you tell me who you
are and what you're doing here?
Please don't ask me that.
Don't give me that!
I have had it with you.
What do you think this is,
some kind of a game?
You think you can waltz
into this town...
Turn my department
upside-down...
Endanger the lives
of my men?
I am tired of you
jerking me around.
I want answers! I wanna know
why it takes 15 shots...
To take down
some zoned-out stripper.
I wanna know why
3 law-abiding citizens...
All of a sudden go crazy
and start killing people.
I want answers,
and I want them now!
Miller, the stripper,
DeVries were the same...
And it's not human.
Excuse me?
I have been after it
for a long time.
Now it's here,
on earth, in your city.
Oh, boy.
Are we talking
spacemen here?
The way it works
is it finds a body...
Gets inside,
uses it to move around.
It stays in that body
until the body is so damaged...
It has to find
another body.
That's the only time
I can kill it,
when it's between bodies.
I missed my chance when it came
out of the stripper.
It found another body
and changed before I got there.
So now we don't know
who the spaceman is.
No.
But I don't have to
look for it anymore.
It knows I'm here.
It'll come after me.
Beck, I need my weapon.
That's the only thing
that can kill it.
So the spaceman
is the one that killed
your partner,
your wife...
The one that you've
been tracking for the past...
- 9 years.
- 9 years.
Your time.
Our time.
I guess a career
in the police...
Didn't really prepare you
for this, did it?
Yes, it did.
We'll try again
later.
It's OK. It's OK.
Good morning,
lieutenant.
Morning.
What's eating him?
I thought you said he wasn't
coming in today. Heh.
Yes, sir, you can.
He didn't know what hit him,
until bang!
Hey, John.
What do you say?
I thought you weren't
coming in today.
I have work to do.
Aha. Well. Oh, sorry,
this is lieutenant Masterson.
Carol Miller,
Senator Holt's assistant.
Agents Stadt and Lowe.
They're handling security
for the senator's speech
today, John.
Holt. The one
everyone applauds.
Heh.
We'd like to think so.
Where's the speech?
Park Plaza,
you know that.
Yeah, 5.
5 guys in the lobby,
I think, Carol.
Take it easy,
all right?
Sure. I'll be fine.
How you doing, sarge?
Hey, Frankie,
how are you?
Hey!
Hey!
there's a bomb!
Where did that
come from?
We've had an explosion
in ballistics.
- Let's get somebody down there.
- Is anybody hurt?
There's a lot of smoke
in the corridor.
Get a fire unit
over here.
Come on!
Move! Move!
Get a fire extinguisher
in here. Let's move!
Get out of there.
Get him out of there.
What happened?
What the hell
is goin' on?
Hey, what's
goin' on here?
You!
You? Lieutenant
what's goin' on around here?
Where's
the other one?
What other one?
The one you were with.
Lloyd? I locked him up.
You know that.
I wanna talk to him.
What is this?
What are you doing with...
listen, I already
shot you once.
I can hardly wait
to do it again.
Now, let's go.
- Hey, Beck?
- Stay back.
Lieutenant,
what's goin' on? Agh!
- Get back! Take cover!
- We got a man down.
Tom!
Tom, you OK?
Stay back, Cliff,
it's not Masterson.
Seal this corridor.
Get him outta here.
Now, Beck!
- Agh!
- Freeze!
Shit! We just dumped
the lieutenant, man.
Get an ambulance.
Sanchez,
stay away from him.
aah!
- Brooks!
- Yeah.
- Give me your gun.
- You can't do that!
Give me your
fuckin' gun!
It's in my
waistband, man!
Get a shotgun and
seal off the stairwell.
Buzz the gate.
Get me into c-8.
What the hell's
going on here?
Just open the fuckin'...
Masterson has flipped out and...
He's shooting up the station,
all right? Now, open the gate.
You have to
check your piece, Beck.
Give me the keys,
Joe.
Buzz the gate, Joe.
Buzz the fuckin' gate!
And watch out
for Masterson!
Hey, I need
a phone call.
I just saw Masterson
dump 2 cops.
He took 6 hits
at point-blank range...
And he's not going down.
Is Masterson...
Is he dead?
The real Masterson.
Yeah.
You're gonna
need this.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Jesus Christ!
Let me in.
I can't do that,
lieutenant.
Hey, put that down.
Hey, don't do that.
Jeez! Get down.
- You're hit. Here.
- I know.
Alhague.
Yes?
Before I kill you,
I'm curious.
How did you find me?
You left an angry partner
for dead on Altair.
A mistake.
That's what it said.
Agh.
Die, you fucker!
Son of a bitch!
Why don't
you use that goddamn thing?
Not yet.
You said it was the only thing
that could kill it.
What are you
waiting for?
It's not that simple.
Alhague. How do you
like being human?
It's all right.
Better than
being Altarian.
Altarians are
a filthy people.
We could take over
this place if we wanted.
They have nothing here
to stop us.
Yo, hippy, what kind
of dude are you?
Aah!
Oh, man!
OK, what's going on, man?
Bye.
Die!
L...L...Look at that!
Let me out!
He's gonna change soon.
I'm gonna be there.
Who the hell are you?
Do you feel pain?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Why didn't you use
that thing?
You said it was the only thing
that would kill him
and you didn't use it.
Wrong composition.
Doesn't work
on human flesh.
Whoa.
Hey, open up
the door, man.
- Man, where are you going?
- He's from outer space.
Nobody knows it.
It's crazy.
These drugs are
kickin' up on you, man.
Dude's from
outer space.
Seal this off.
Get back in there.
Back.
Cover me.
You go low.
On 3.
1...2...3.
Freeze.
Don't shoot!
Don't move!
Freeze!
- Is it him?
- No.
Beck,
what's going on?
- Is he dead?
- Yeah.
Beck, what the hell
is going on?
You see anybody
leave this room?
I don't know.
Willis. He said he was
going to get a medic.
Beck, who did this
to Masterson?
Not Willis.
I'm sorry.
I think we better
find him.
- Senator Holt...
- Senator Holt...
will you answer some questions,
please, senator?
What about the scandal?
What do you wanna do about
the animal rights protesters?
Beck.
Where?
Jesus Christ.
Jean Simpson's
free lunch program...
freeze! Don't move!
Hold it right there.
Beck. LAPD.
Who the hell's he?
Gallagher. FBI.
It's OK.
He's one of mine.
Beck, what the hell
are you doing?
Code red. Code red.
Sir, there may be an assassin
in the building.
We're gonna take you
out the back entrance.
Detective Willis, I've got
orders to disarm and detain you.
Sure.
Aah!
Aah!
Get out of here, now!
All right. In here!
Move it! Move!
Back against the wall,
now!
Man down.
We got a cold one.
Freeze!
Orgh!
Cliff!
Agh!
Agh!
Cliff!
Aw, shit.
Unh!
They're in
the kitchen!
Shit.
Right, Jim, you stay with Beck.
Charlie, you go with me.
3-L-10, requesting
medical attention.
I got two downed
officers here.
Freeze! Drop it!
Agh!
Both of you
in the closet, now!
Uhh!
Aah!
Who are you?
Who are you,
god damn it?
What do you want?
You all right, sir?
Let's get the senator out.
All right.
Let's move out.
All right,
everybody move.
Get him out of here.
Watch that guy.
Uniform, seal this off.
Hey. You can't go through here.
Police business.
Unh.
Did we get him?
Yeah.
- Question.
- Yes.
Has any motive been established
as to why detective Willis...
Would want to assassinate
Senator Holt?
Lieutenant Flynn?
The depart...
the department is conducting
an investigation...
But at this time
we have no motive.
Yes. Sir.
Senator, do you still intend
to run for president?
The senator will discuss
his campaign plans...
After he has had
adequate time
to fully reflect
on the situation.
I want to be president.
What's that, senator?
I want to be president.
All right!
Gallagher. FBI.
Mm-hm.
what's in the bag?
Security equipment.
Open it up.
Oh!
All right. Go! Go!
Freeze!
Go on, freeze!
Aaah!
Look!
Wait.
Wheelchair to reception
for checking.
Mommy, is daddy
gonna be all right?
You know your daddy
loves you very much.
Dr. branch pick up
white telephone.
Dr. Cheung, patient is...
Dr. Cheung, patient is...
Oh...
Mom, please take her
out of here, please!
Nurse!
Get a gurney
and get an orderly. Stat!
Hi.
Hi.
Come on, honey.