Hunter (1984–1991): Season 5, Episode 8 - Payback - full transcript
Hunter and McCall try to solve a bank robbery and murder, while attempting to cope with the double and triple-crossing schemes of a small time criminal who once saved Hunter's life and won't let him forget it.
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-Probably the same town
we pulled the five other jobs,
only this time they
brought fireworks.
-You robbed a bank owned
by a vicious mob boss?
-I know this cop named
Hunter, owes me a big one.
-I owe Smolki my life.
-What?
-I don't wanna talk about it.
-Get down!
-A million dollar
scam down the toilet!
-You haven't booked
Terry Smolki because
-He's gonna help us
pull another bank job.
-Hello?
-Oh, very tall money.
Like 200 G's.
The last time I saw this
much green in one place it was
the big vacuum
cleaner thing in Vegas.
-That's right.
Dunes, they had a
naked lady swimming in it.
-The beauty part is we don't
have to fence a nickel of this.
It's all 10s and
20s, used bills.
Easy to pass.
Vance, you're a genius.
Tomorrow night,
we we're gonna be
strolling through
the mall like royalty.
And I'm gonna pick out
something nice for you.
-Just put in back.
We're eight minutes behind.
Fill those bags.
Come down to the pipe.
-Forgot my smokes.
-Hurry up!
-I'm coming.
I'm looking, I'm looking!
-Hurry up!
-Coming!
Ten feet behind you!
-Murray, you idiot.
-Thank you.
-Your bomb squad
thinks it was a charge.
Set off remote, like with
a garage door opener.
It's probably the same talent
who pulled the five other jobs,
except this time they
brought their fireworks.
-Well, what I know
is why'd they decide
to blow up this
particular tunnel.
-I don't know.
-Tell you what I think.
You've got two Styrofoam
cups, two crow bars,
and one dead body in the tunnel.
I think one partner decided
they didn't want a partner.
-But why suddenly decide
to hassle Harvey Falk?
He's the back door money here.
-Oh, that's still
only rumor, Hunter.
My office has been
trying to connect
Falk with Third National.
He's built a paper jungle.
And 20 MBAs would get lost.
-Well, thanks.
All right.
Thank you.
This is Falk's bank.
The lucky one is the corpse.
-Hey, Steward, haven't
seen you since the crash of '87
and that shoot out
at the stock exchange.
Got any insider tips?
-Buy low, sell high.
-Ah.
-You know the thief must
have liked what he got in there
because he left stuff behind in
the safety deposit boxes, stuff
he could take to a fence,
bag a few hundred thousand.
Well, see you guys.
-Thanks, Stewart.
-Got an ID of the body.
It's a Michael Andleman.
His rap sheet's
mainly small time stuff.
This tunnel job was a
definite career move.
-Michael Murray Andleman?
-Yeah, Michael Murray Andleman.
You know him?
-Yeah.
And his brother-in-law
partner, Terry Smolki.
The albatross around my neck.
-What do you mean?
-I don't wanna talk about it.
-Well, wait a minute,
what a minute.
What are you talking about?
-I owe Smolki my life.
-What?
-I don't wanna talk about it.
-You can't just
leave me like that.
What do you mean?
-For three months you
come home covered in dirt,
you won't tell me why, and
now it's all over the front page.
-Hey baby, how about this?
It says we get 18
months parts and labor.
-Don't tell me it
wasn't you and Murray.
Oh my god, they
found a dead man.
Is it Murray?
Tell me it isn't Murray.
-They got humidity
control thing in the crisper.
You break a stalk of
celery you could go deaf.
-Three days ago I
had a dream something
terrible was going to happen.
In my dream I was going
bald, but it's the same.
I don't hear you
saying I'm crazy, Terry.
How could you let
my brother-in-law
die in the sewer?
-I didn't let him die.
He went back to
get his cigarettes
and the roof caved in.
Believe me, baby,
it was an accident.
Oh, come on.
How do you think I feel?
I'm the guy who kept
telling him to quit smoking.
-Oh, and when
were you gonna tell
me he quit smoking for good?
Thanksgiving when there's
an empty chair at the table?
Who got you two involved
in bank jobs anyway?
It's not your speed.
-This, uh, this friend of
Murray's you met, Vance.
He'd pick out the banks.
And we would do the digging.
Third National was
gonna be our last hit
and then we were
gonna take our splits.
And to top it off, I didn't
even get the money.
Vance made off with
the haul from all six jobs,
including a couple
hundred grand in old bills.
-We owe it to Murray to
get his cut for my sister.
-Nobody in this building
ever rings the doorbell.
These kids they come up here,
they take whatever they want.
Beer, sodas.
Cops.
-Hey, it's a gray BMW.
-I don't get it.
It's two scrotes who
work for Harvey Falk.
-What's Harvey
Falk want with us?
-Goetz!
O'Hara!
What a surprise.
-Well, we apologize for
not calling ahead, Terry.
But we really do
need a little contact.
-It's Mimi, right.
We met once at a
family weekend in Chino.
-Hi.
-Oh, my.
You have done a lovely
job with this place here, Mimi.
It's subtle, yet still
mighty comforting.
-Mhmm, yeah.
We heard about Murray and we
wanted you both to know that
we share in your hour of sorrow.
-Thank you.
That's very nice.
-Word's on the street, is it?
-Why don't you make
yourselves at home?
I've got some coffee on.
It's good and strong.
-Oh, thank you, Mimi,
we're strictly decaf.
Now as we mentioned we
both share in your loss, but, um,
unfortunately Mr. Falk
doesn't quite feel the same.
-Did Mr. Falk have
something against Murray?
-Well, not personally, Mimi.
He was just upset
because it was his bank
Murray was robbing when he died.
-You robbed a bank owned
by a vicious mob boss?
-Come on, guys.
I'm not so stupid that I would
rob a bank owned by Mr. Falk.
No, the guy you want is
this engineer named Vance.
But I swear, I don't
how to find him.
What a surprise.
Mr. Falk gets his
money today or we're
going to express mail
pieces of your body
to every state in the union.
-Well, we'll let ourselves out.
Mimi.
-Nice seeing you again, Mimi.
-First you bury Murray and now
you're gonna make me a widow.
Go get our shares from Vance.
I'm packing our bags for Cuba.
-I wasn't kidding, babe.
I don't know how to find him.
Then why in the
hell are you smiling?
-All banks have insurance.
I'll bet that unmarked
cash wasn't on Falk's books.
That's why he sent his
college boys over here to get it.
-I know that look.
That's your crazy look.
-I know this cop named Hunter.
Owes me a big one.
I hand him Harvey Falk,
he hands me a reward.
-Smolki's ducked out on
his last previous address.
I have no idea where he is.
-Yeah, ditto on Murray Andleman.
You know, those guys have only
been on parole for five months.
That's an awful lot
of moving around.
Do you remember Duckworth
down in records, don't you?
-Duckworth?
Yeah, I know Duckworth.
-He has a very interesting
story about those two guys.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
It seems several
years ago, uh, they
were both found boosting
camera equipment out
of this department store
disguised as delivery men.
A rookie cop answered
the call and, um,
when he got there there was
some guy in the alley who was all
whacked out on PCP or
something, and he, you know, we he
saw the uniform he pulled a gun.
Well, Terry Smolki
beamed this guy from behind
with a telephoto lens, thus
saving the rookie cop's life.
-Really?
-Yeah.
And the rookie cop's name was?
-Richard Hunter.
He hasn't let me
forget it since.
Hunter.
Yes, what do you want?
Yeah, I'm listening.
You see, that's not
gonna happen, Sporty.
Uh huh.
All right.
Give me the address.
Yeah.
Yeah, you got a deal.
I said you got a deal.
-You just made a deal with
Sporty in less than a minute.
-Yeah.
Well, you see, Sporty's
in the agent business.
He just signed Terry Smolki.
-He found him?
-Well actually, Terry found him.
-To negotiate.
I see... oh, do I smell
a pay back here?
-Look, you can
smell what you want.
I'm gonna run this address.
Oh, and listen, uh,
do all of this service
and do something constructive.
Run a check on all the
backgrounds of all the ex cons
and parolees that you can
find that has a tunneling MO.
-Say hi to Terry.
-Yeah, I will.
This makes six banks
tunneled into at LA
this year, but
the first real lead.
The bank robber's body was
identified as Murray Andleman,
a part time lawn mower
repairman from Resido
with the a history
of petty crimes.
Police are searching for
Andleman's accomplice
who survived the
tunnel explosion.
Police are hopeful they can
track Andleman's movements
and locate some of
the stolen millions,
mostly personal jewelry
taken from safe deposit boxes.
Next, we'll check
the weekend weather.
-I'll I have is pimento spread.
Terry ate the cheddar ball when
he came back from, um, work.
How do you like
your ice, Hunter?
-Get in here, Terry.
-Sargent Hunter doesn't care
about your stupid refrigerator.
Listen, Terry's had a hard life.
Thing with his mother
and, but you know this bit.
I just wanna
keep him outta jail.
-I'll be gentle.
-OK.
Appreciate it.
-All right.
Let's see.
Who had the crushed
and who had the cubes?
-Sit down.
-Isn't this great?
To be able to sit here among
friends, to breathe the air,
to enjoy a chill drink.
Life.
It's really something, isn't it?
-You wanna tell me about Vance?
-He'd set up the jobs, we'd dig.
We didn't even know where
the tunnels were going.
You can't spit on
that stretch of Wilshire
without hitting a bank.
And they all look the
same on the inside.
-Did you tell Falk's
men where Vance was?
-I don't know where he is.
-Tell him about the money, baby.
-We found a bag of old
money, about $200 G's.
It wasn't on the bank's books.
You see, that's what I
think Falk is really after.
He's using the
bank as a laundry.
-Oh, yeah.
Well, perhaps.
How about you and I take
a little hop down and see
the booking Sergeant, shall we?
-Wait a minute.
Remember what I did for you?
-How can I forget?
-Well, don't I deserve a deal?
-If you help me
catch the killer?
-Killer?
-Yeah. you see,
Vance blew the tunnel.
He wanted everybody to
think this was his last job.
He should be, yeah,
he should be flying
over Rio right about now.
-Didn't I always tell you
not to work with killers?
You see what happens?
-You met him.
He took us dinner.
He was a nice looking guy.
-Well, maybe you can point
him out in a mug book for us.
Come on.
-Hey, don't forget
your jail bag, baby.
I put in some clean
underwear and a roll of quarters.
I love you.
-Good.
-Uh, if it's possible,
we always try
to keep Terry out
of Parker Center.
You know that
disinfectant they use?
-Yeah.
-His skin breaks out.
-Oh.
Well, we'll have
to monitor that.
No, I will not stop by the
pharmacy and pick up soap.
-No, no.
I'm gonna be at my sister's.
-I'll bet my last nickel it
was that damn Vance again.
And no, we're not even.
I saw him coming a mile away.
-Come on.
Mrs. Smolki, don't
worry about it.
Hunter's going to be there.
He'll be able to
hear everything.
Right.
OK.
Look, I'll have Terry
call you at your sister's
apartment as soon as possible.
-You guys got
better pictures of me.
This one's gotta be
at least 10 years old.
-You're supposed to be
looking for pictures of Vance.
-Not here.
I told you.
He's never been inside.
-OK, Terry.
It's all set.
All you gotta do
is just let him talk.
I wanna hear it's Harvey
Falk's money, Third National
Bank, all in the same breath.
-And this is the room where
the freeway strangler confessed.
Uh, but it's in use right now.
Uh, why hasn't he been booked?
-He's looking at
some photographs
and then we're gonna book him?
-Uh, can I ask you why?
-Yeah.
What are all the
squirts doing here?
-Uh, the little darlings are
all from St. John's blazes.
Commissioner's brother's
a priest down there
and I got elected
to give them a tour.
Don't bang on
the machines, kids!
Kids, don't bang
on the machine now!
-You all right, Charlie?
-Uh, sure.
I'm fine.
Listen, the feds got us a
possible ID on, uh, Smolki's
accomplice.
-Vance?
-No, Voichek, Milos Voichek.
He's a Czechoslovakian
national, wanted along
the continent for murder
and a string of tunnel
jobs just like these.
-I'm so hungry.
-Well, just hang on now.
Lunch is at the morgue.
-The morgue?
That's terrific.
-You're taking these
to the morgue for lunch?
-Well, they've got a
great cafeteria there.
Got that bone chicken teriyaki.
Don't spoil your lunches, kids.
Kids.
So why haven't we,
uh booked Terry Smolki.
HAROLD will be a
bit more, Mr. Falk.
-Harold, if you can't
get it for under $100,000
it's not going to
hang on my wall.
It's a rare master, Mr. Falk.
-It's only a bunch of
damn flowers on our table.
Well, they're rare flowers.
-All right,
100-year-old flowers.
Offer him $90,000.
I want an answer by
6 o'clock London time.
As You wish, Mr. Falk.
-Thank you, Harold.
You look too serious, Goetz.
-I have some unsettling
news on Mr. Smolki.
-What's he done now?
-Five minutes after we
had his line interdicted,
he made arrangements
with a middle man.
-Interdicted.
-Uh, we placed a surveillance
device on Mr. Smolki's phone.
It appears the middle man
was successful in arranging
a tete a tete between
Mr. Smolki and a Sergeant Hunter.
-What cop would have
anything to do with Smolki?
-Our sources tell
us Sergeant Hunter's
a bit of an overachiever.
-And Smolki is
a little bug heard
who's gonna try
to play both ends.
Go back to his
place and interdict
his ass until he talks.
The operative
word is reasonable.
Us with you.
You with us.
You'll feel better once you've
made a clean breast of it.
-Ow!
I told you, I don't know
how to find Vance.
Shut up.
-As far as Hunter
was concerned, I
was just jerking him
around to buy some time.
Please, please.
Don't.
Please tell Mr. Falk I didn't
know Third National was his.
-Oh, we're very
disappointed in you, Terry.
You know, we'd better continue
our conversation
in the kitchen, Terry.
Come on, you little weasel.
Frost free, very impressive.
I guess this is the meat keeper.
Ow!
-I'll get backup.
-Terry?
Are you all right?
-Yeah, just bent a finger.
-And you must be
Sergeant Hunter.
-Yeah, that's right.
You wanna press charges?
-You know home
accidents claim more
lives than our
nation's highways?
Think about it.
-Sergeant, it's broken.
And I'm not surprised.
You know, these
840 models, they've
been around since
the French Connection.
Guess the mayor
wasn't kidding when
he said we needed new taxes.
-Yeah, I want
you to take a hike.
Let's go, move.
-You're supposed to be
settling the debt between us.
And you let Falks' college
boys bust up my machine!
-I don't care about
your machine.
-You know I was 21 before
I stayed in a nice motel.
It was real hot.
And they had this big
ice maker down the hall.
And you could
take all you wanted.
And right then I knew
someday I' have my own.
I hate funeral homes.
They always prop
up the body so the stiff
looks like he's on
some ride at Disneyland.
Hey, haven't we arrested
half the people in here?
Yeah.
I think crime brings
people together.
Hey, look at him.
Look at him.
See what I'm talking about?
He looks like he's just been
strapped in for the log ride.
-Hey, hey, look, look.
There's Mimi over there.
Now why don't you
go over and talk to her.
Maybe she needs a
little TLC or something.
-Or maybe she needs is
to have her head examined.
Look at this coffin.
Walnut.
With the inlays.
And exactly how much does
this blanket of roses cost anyway?
-$200, not out
of your pocket Mr.
"So long Murray,
can I have you tools."
Look who sent it.
-Our bail bondsman.
20 years.
-How'd he get roughed up?
-Uh, two of Falk's men.
I'm, I'm very sorry about that.
-Yeah, you know we're still
trying to figure out exact...
-Oh!
Ah, the throbbing.
Oh.
Oh, sorry I just, uh, just
blacked out there for a second.
-Are you, you OK, baby?
-Yeah, I'm OK.
And what about this Cadillac you
got Murray parked in here, huh?
That probably cost a
small fortune, didn't it?
-Do you think I'd go cheap
on my brother-in-law's funeral?
-He's dead.
We could bury him
in the refrigerator box
and he wouldn't
know the difference.
-We can't because you'll be in!
-Why don't we go out to
the back of the chapel?
Maybe you need
to cry or something.
-Good idea.
-Eh, Hunter, it's not her fault.
Ever since we were
married I've been nothing
but spoil that woman.
-Mimi, you have to
understand Terry's
under a lot of pressure.
-Do I look like
I'm on a vacation?
I'm sorry it's just that
living with Terry's crazy.
He always says the next
job's gonna be the big one
and it never is.
-Yeah.
Well, maybe if he
went straight your life
could be a little easier.
-Don't you think I know that?
No, Terry thinks he's Al Capone.
You know, the only time
he ever pulled off a good job,
he ripped off a coin show.
You what that idiot did?
He hid $30 grand
worth of Morgan silver
dollars in a barbecue pit.
A weak and five t-bones
later we had a river
of metal running down the patio.
-Uh, Mimi, you know you
might be able to help us out here.
You and Terry had
had dinner with Vance.
Do you remember
anything that he said
that might be able
to help us to find him?
-I don't know.
It was the usual meet
the family kind of thing.
The guys who high Terry
usually, uh, spring for dinner once.
They wanna get a
look at me so they'll
know who to blow away
in case Terry crosses them.
-Makes sense.
-Well, it's like any business.
Anyway, uh, Vance
took us to a Sizzler
on an all you can eat night.
And, uh, Terry and
Murray were having
bets who could eat
the most shrimps.
Terry was cheating
and hey, wait a minute.
There was something,
Vance was complaining
about the sweep hand
on his watch not working.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was a fancy job.
A, a hewrd.
A heward.
-What, a...
-Hure.
-A Hoyer?
-Yeah.
Seven dials.
The guy was from out of town
so I told him about a little shop
on Resida Boulevard,
handles those imports.
-I have Vance's address.
So do O'Hara and Goetz.
They were here a half hour ago.
I wonder who told them.
-Good work.
We'd better get over to Vance's.
Everybody in place?
All set in the alley
behind the building.
-Oh, good.
I'm going in.
-I'll stay here with your buddy.
-All right.
-Come in on the pool side.
Cover the waterfront
entrance and the fire doors.
-Jerry, what do
you got down there?
Not down here, Hunter.
Wait, something near the window.
-What the hell was that!
-You all right?
Once they repelled
down the building
the suspects disappeared.
The coroners said they
put a round in the vans.
-They had a one way
ticket to Aruba all paid for.
-He sure didn't
put a lot of effort
into making his house a home.
I've bagged more evidence
out of a phone booth.
-Well, I found this
behind the television
set in the living room.
-You think it's hot?
-Well, I don't know.
I think we ought to let
the lab boys tell us that.
Hmm.
You still down to see Stewart?
-Yep.
-Good.
Why don't you get
a list of the board
of directors for
Third National Bank.
We should do a back check
on those people over there.
-OK.
No problem.
Uh, you know I think we
outta book this evidence
and get outta here.
I hear that Charlie's
very irritated
that we haven't booked Terry.
-Oh, yeah.
Let's get out of here.
-I don't know.
I wonder if we'll ever hang
Harvey Falk for Third National,
or with anything
for that matter.
I mean the man has
his own personal parking
space next to the grand jury.
He side steps every indictment.
-Let us worry about the
bank directors all right?
We might be able
to find a wrinkle.
-Maybe, but Third National
is a hell of an institution.
Secure as the rock
of Gibraltar, no energy
investments, or foreign loans.
In fact, I bank there.
-Are you serious?
-Why not?
They've got great
customer service
and you should see the calendars
they give away at Christmas.
Norman Rockwell.
-Wait a minute.
I'm a little confused here.
Are you keeping an
eye on Third National
or doing their commercials?
-Oh, wait a minute.
If you can prove Falk
is behind Third National,
we'll be onto him
faster than you
can say Securities
Exchange Commission.
-But then you'd have to
buy your own calendars.
-Good, McCall.
-So what do you
think, black China tea?
-Hmm, I'd say English breakfast.
You picked up on that, huh?
-Well, I've done my homework.
-Hmm.
-Somebody found a
bag full of this stuff.
Bank hasn't claimed it though.
-From a professional
point of view, how big a bag.
-Oh, about $200,000
in 10s and 20s.
-Hmm.
You know, uh, rubbing it
with tea bags is still the best
way to age paper,
strictly low tech.
There are no chemicals.
Smell goes away
once you pass it.
-And quality?
-Oh, first class.
Nice plates.
No sloppy photo offset.
-You think, uh,
these bills would
pass through a currency counter?
-No sweat.
More professional curiosity.
Where'd you find it?
-I think it was
Third National Bank.
-Not Harvey Falk's bank?
I gotta fit it for their
Christmas calendars.
Big order.
50,000 pieces.
Uh, you could put a
good word in for me.
-That's a lot of calendars
for one bank, isn't it?
-Harvey's got two.
Uh, Third National and.
But he's a tight wad.
So you tell him from
me I never pad my bed.
OK?
-OK.
-OK.
-Thanks.
-It's short.
-I, uh.
Got the same thing, sir.
-Short.
How much?
-$10,350.
-You said you got every bill.
-I believe we said
that we took every bill
IE, every bag that
we could find, sir.
Now, a number of
scenarios come to mind here.
Uh, Vance, ne Voichek,
could have stashed the money
somewhere else
other than his condo.
-Oh, yeah.
Right, he could have...
-If you two are an example
of what our universities are
turning out, our
country is doomed.
I'll give you a scenario.
How about somebody gets
crammed into some place
small and heavy,
and then gets dropped
some other place really deep.
-That was on my list.
-Yeah.
-Go through it all.
And then do it again.
Because if the cops find
any of our counterfeit we IE,
you, will have flushed a million
dollar scam down the toilet!
-Hi, Terry.
-Hey, Hunter.
Great to see you.
It's a real fiesta here.
-Uh huh.
-Everything a guy can want.
-Yeah.
-Except for one thing.
Unlock me, would you?
-Yeah.
Catching up on
your greens, are you?
-How did you know about this?
-Yeah.
-I didn't even tell
Mimi about this.
-Yeah, well you had 50
of them in the refrigerator.
How'd you fool
her all this time?
-She's used to my quirks.
-Yeah.
Well, there it is.
Don't get married to it.
It's not yours.
-Yes, it is.
I deserve it.
-It's fake.
-It's as real as any
money I'll ever have.
-It's counterfeit, Terry.
-You know I was wondering
lying here knocking back
the champagne,
what's Hunter's angle?
He's got Vance.
He could figure out
whose got this swag.
Why am I still on the
loose, relatively speaking.
What's he got in mind?
Now it comes to me.
This is Falk's funny money.
-Hmm.
-What is that?
-Raspberry slurpee,
or whatever it was they
were fighting with in here.
-Is this the Voichek info?
-Yeah, it's from a
police department
in Prague, confirmation they
know that we killed Voichek.
They suggest we cremate him.
Of course they don't
give me release notice.
I'll be dealing
with that for weeks.
Do you know how
to clean this stuff?
-Well, the lemon
juice is good, I think.
Or, uh, turpentine is.
I, I can call my mom and ask.
-Yeah, six European
murders and one
here and now he;s
just a bad memory.
I think we outta let burglary
chase down the money.
Hey, Hunter, you did give
burglary Smolki, didn't you?
-Well, So Charlie,
what I've done is
-Uh, Captain, did you
know that, uh, in the last year
Third National recycled more
than $18 million in used cash
with the Federal Reserve?
-Yeah, you see Falk turns
over counterfeit money
to the federal government.
They shred or burn it.
And then they return
the real money to him.
Pretty good scam, huh?
-Yeah, and the only
way even found out
is that this, uh, check
safe cracker who
has more guts than brains
picked on the wrong vault.
-Is the SEC working on this?
-They bank there, Charlie.
They can't even nail the guy.
-You guys turn anything
on this Third National job?
-Listen, Falk is our
primary suspect.
We're still gonna
have to connect
him to all that
missing bank loot.
Who knows where he stashed it?
-Oh, we know where it is.
-At least we think we do.
-Yeah.
You see, we think Falk's
got it in one of his other banks,
Coanga Thrift.
Nice big vault.
-Wait a minute now.
If the SEC isn't
playing, who's gonna
let us in there while Falk's
still holding the bank?
So wait, you haven't
booked Terry Smolki because
-He's gonna help us
pull another bank job.
-You have
mind-bogglingly bad luck.
Just when I want a dog
to kick, here you are.
-And you got some money missing.
I'd like to help
you get it back.
-You're a very generous man.
-You know, I was, uh,
admiring your handiwork.
I figured out how
you were scamming
the Federal
Reserve with tea bills.
-Don't make bad jokes.
In fact, don't say
or do anything.
Stand over there.
-Yes, sir.
It's one of ours from
the Third National lot.
-When we last saw you you
were running a wire for Hunter.
You didn't give him this?
-No.
I got immunity for
steering him to Vance.
Why give him a bonus?
That's that.
-And this is this.
How much was it
supposed to cost me?
-$1,010,000.
It's not a bad deal.
You can afford it.
And you can't afford to have
me give any of those to Hunter.
-What's to keep me from
planting you right now?
-Oh, you know.
Sealed envelope to my attorney.
In the event of my death.
Sent to the police.
Like that.
-OK.
-I'm not putting
the screws to you.
-He said OK.
-Sir, it's, uh, after hours.
We don't that amount on hand.
It'll take a bit
to set things up.
-I got time.
-I rate the reliability of this
man on the low to nil side.
-The $1,000,000
was Hunter's idea.
The $10,000 he couldn't resist.
I'm gonna close out our
operation at Coanga Thrift.
Let the lawyers take the flak.
We have to do it fast before
Hunter knows what's hit him.
You college boys are bad
enough, but guys like Smolki
shouldn't work in our business.
-The look of traffic and
parking at this hour, sir.
No suspicious vans or trucks.
No groups of men loitering.
I don't think there's any
organized surveillance, sir.
I advise you to proceed
as soon as possible.
We have a two minute window.
Me, I'm happy right here.
-Good evening, Mr. Falk.
-Mr. Richards, nice to see you.
-It's good of you to come
down so late, Richards.
I appreciate it.
-No problem.
I realize I'm the only who
can override the time lock.
-Gentlemen, help
Mr. Richards with the door.
-Don't you love
the smell of money.
-Stay over there.
-Minute 10, sir.
-You know, if you like you
can just give me my money now
and, and I'll be going.
-There's still your
end of the deal.
-Uh, listen, it's, uh, it's
getting a little warm in here.
If you don't, I'd like
to, uh, go outside
and wait in the hallway.
I always get kinda
claustro in places like this.
-OK.
Go.
Take him with you.
I'll get the funny money.
-Let's go.
Come on.
-Hold it, Falk, right there.
Police!
-Get your dog off me!
Get your dog off me!
-Get out of here, or you'll take
your snitch home in a body bag.
-Uh, come on, Hunter!
You can't do this to me!
Hey, and you can't do this Mimi.
She can't be left alone!
She's got a lot
of good years left!
-Quit whining.
Go out like a man.
I'm warning
you, I will kill him.
-Oh, come on, come on, come on.
You owe me.
You owe me.
Hey, let the weasel go.
It's OK.
You can always get him later.
Let him go!
-I can't do that, Terry.
It's against department policy.
I'll get in trouble.
-Trouble?
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
-Quit moving around.
-Department policy?
This guy's getting ready
to blow my brains out
and you're talking
department policy?
Listen...
-Ow!
-Hold it!
-Give me that!
Cuff him.
-Get you dog off me!
-You make me sick.
-Yeah, yeah.
Give me a second.
I gotta tie my shoe.
-That was smooth.
You OK?
-Hey, no problems.
-You were great in there, Terry.
Appreciate it.
-Well, great.
Thanks for jumping
right in there.
-Get going.
-After you.
Oh, Hunter?
Now we're even.
-What's he limping for?
-You see, he's got
a diamond stuck
on the bottom of his shoe.
Yeah.
-Here's to the president of
Coanga Thrift, a man who
definitely knows the
meaning of the words play ball.
-And to you for wowing
the DA and putting my Terry
back on the straight and narrow.
-Well, for now.
-Nobody's perfect.
-I'm committed all right.
High end appliance
repair is an up ramping
fast track profession.
-This is nice.
This is new.
Terry gave it to
me to celebrate.
-Could I see that?
-To celebrate life.
Life, with its
ugliness, and misery.
At least we have each other.
And good friends.
-Yeah, shut up a minute.
Tell us about the ring, Mimi.
-Can you believe this guy?
Two weeks on the
job and his boss
gives him this ring as a bonus.
-What can I tell you?
The guy loves me.
-Isn't there gum on that?
-Probably the same town
we pulled the five other jobs,
only this time they
brought fireworks.
-You robbed a bank owned
by a vicious mob boss?
-I know this cop named
Hunter, owes me a big one.
-I owe Smolki my life.
-What?
-I don't wanna talk about it.
-Get down!
-A million dollar
scam down the toilet!
-You haven't booked
Terry Smolki because
-He's gonna help us
pull another bank job.
-Hello?
-Oh, very tall money.
Like 200 G's.
The last time I saw this
much green in one place it was
the big vacuum
cleaner thing in Vegas.
-That's right.
Dunes, they had a
naked lady swimming in it.
-The beauty part is we don't
have to fence a nickel of this.
It's all 10s and
20s, used bills.
Easy to pass.
Vance, you're a genius.
Tomorrow night,
we we're gonna be
strolling through
the mall like royalty.
And I'm gonna pick out
something nice for you.
-Just put in back.
We're eight minutes behind.
Fill those bags.
Come down to the pipe.
-Forgot my smokes.
-Hurry up!
-I'm coming.
I'm looking, I'm looking!
-Hurry up!
-Coming!
Ten feet behind you!
-Murray, you idiot.
-Thank you.
-Your bomb squad
thinks it was a charge.
Set off remote, like with
a garage door opener.
It's probably the same talent
who pulled the five other jobs,
except this time they
brought their fireworks.
-Well, what I know
is why'd they decide
to blow up this
particular tunnel.
-I don't know.
-Tell you what I think.
You've got two Styrofoam
cups, two crow bars,
and one dead body in the tunnel.
I think one partner decided
they didn't want a partner.
-But why suddenly decide
to hassle Harvey Falk?
He's the back door money here.
-Oh, that's still
only rumor, Hunter.
My office has been
trying to connect
Falk with Third National.
He's built a paper jungle.
And 20 MBAs would get lost.
-Well, thanks.
All right.
Thank you.
This is Falk's bank.
The lucky one is the corpse.
-Hey, Steward, haven't
seen you since the crash of '87
and that shoot out
at the stock exchange.
Got any insider tips?
-Buy low, sell high.
-Ah.
-You know the thief must
have liked what he got in there
because he left stuff behind in
the safety deposit boxes, stuff
he could take to a fence,
bag a few hundred thousand.
Well, see you guys.
-Thanks, Stewart.
-Got an ID of the body.
It's a Michael Andleman.
His rap sheet's
mainly small time stuff.
This tunnel job was a
definite career move.
-Michael Murray Andleman?
-Yeah, Michael Murray Andleman.
You know him?
-Yeah.
And his brother-in-law
partner, Terry Smolki.
The albatross around my neck.
-What do you mean?
-I don't wanna talk about it.
-Well, wait a minute,
what a minute.
What are you talking about?
-I owe Smolki my life.
-What?
-I don't wanna talk about it.
-You can't just
leave me like that.
What do you mean?
-For three months you
come home covered in dirt,
you won't tell me why, and
now it's all over the front page.
-Hey baby, how about this?
It says we get 18
months parts and labor.
-Don't tell me it
wasn't you and Murray.
Oh my god, they
found a dead man.
Is it Murray?
Tell me it isn't Murray.
-They got humidity
control thing in the crisper.
You break a stalk of
celery you could go deaf.
-Three days ago I
had a dream something
terrible was going to happen.
In my dream I was going
bald, but it's the same.
I don't hear you
saying I'm crazy, Terry.
How could you let
my brother-in-law
die in the sewer?
-I didn't let him die.
He went back to
get his cigarettes
and the roof caved in.
Believe me, baby,
it was an accident.
Oh, come on.
How do you think I feel?
I'm the guy who kept
telling him to quit smoking.
-Oh, and when
were you gonna tell
me he quit smoking for good?
Thanksgiving when there's
an empty chair at the table?
Who got you two involved
in bank jobs anyway?
It's not your speed.
-This, uh, this friend of
Murray's you met, Vance.
He'd pick out the banks.
And we would do the digging.
Third National was
gonna be our last hit
and then we were
gonna take our splits.
And to top it off, I didn't
even get the money.
Vance made off with
the haul from all six jobs,
including a couple
hundred grand in old bills.
-We owe it to Murray to
get his cut for my sister.
-Nobody in this building
ever rings the doorbell.
These kids they come up here,
they take whatever they want.
Beer, sodas.
Cops.
-Hey, it's a gray BMW.
-I don't get it.
It's two scrotes who
work for Harvey Falk.
-What's Harvey
Falk want with us?
-Goetz!
O'Hara!
What a surprise.
-Well, we apologize for
not calling ahead, Terry.
But we really do
need a little contact.
-It's Mimi, right.
We met once at a
family weekend in Chino.
-Hi.
-Oh, my.
You have done a lovely
job with this place here, Mimi.
It's subtle, yet still
mighty comforting.
-Mhmm, yeah.
We heard about Murray and we
wanted you both to know that
we share in your hour of sorrow.
-Thank you.
That's very nice.
-Word's on the street, is it?
-Why don't you make
yourselves at home?
I've got some coffee on.
It's good and strong.
-Oh, thank you, Mimi,
we're strictly decaf.
Now as we mentioned we
both share in your loss, but, um,
unfortunately Mr. Falk
doesn't quite feel the same.
-Did Mr. Falk have
something against Murray?
-Well, not personally, Mimi.
He was just upset
because it was his bank
Murray was robbing when he died.
-You robbed a bank owned
by a vicious mob boss?
-Come on, guys.
I'm not so stupid that I would
rob a bank owned by Mr. Falk.
No, the guy you want is
this engineer named Vance.
But I swear, I don't
how to find him.
What a surprise.
Mr. Falk gets his
money today or we're
going to express mail
pieces of your body
to every state in the union.
-Well, we'll let ourselves out.
Mimi.
-Nice seeing you again, Mimi.
-First you bury Murray and now
you're gonna make me a widow.
Go get our shares from Vance.
I'm packing our bags for Cuba.
-I wasn't kidding, babe.
I don't know how to find him.
Then why in the
hell are you smiling?
-All banks have insurance.
I'll bet that unmarked
cash wasn't on Falk's books.
That's why he sent his
college boys over here to get it.
-I know that look.
That's your crazy look.
-I know this cop named Hunter.
Owes me a big one.
I hand him Harvey Falk,
he hands me a reward.
-Smolki's ducked out on
his last previous address.
I have no idea where he is.
-Yeah, ditto on Murray Andleman.
You know, those guys have only
been on parole for five months.
That's an awful lot
of moving around.
Do you remember Duckworth
down in records, don't you?
-Duckworth?
Yeah, I know Duckworth.
-He has a very interesting
story about those two guys.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
It seems several
years ago, uh, they
were both found boosting
camera equipment out
of this department store
disguised as delivery men.
A rookie cop answered
the call and, um,
when he got there there was
some guy in the alley who was all
whacked out on PCP or
something, and he, you know, we he
saw the uniform he pulled a gun.
Well, Terry Smolki
beamed this guy from behind
with a telephoto lens, thus
saving the rookie cop's life.
-Really?
-Yeah.
And the rookie cop's name was?
-Richard Hunter.
He hasn't let me
forget it since.
Hunter.
Yes, what do you want?
Yeah, I'm listening.
You see, that's not
gonna happen, Sporty.
Uh huh.
All right.
Give me the address.
Yeah.
Yeah, you got a deal.
I said you got a deal.
-You just made a deal with
Sporty in less than a minute.
-Yeah.
Well, you see, Sporty's
in the agent business.
He just signed Terry Smolki.
-He found him?
-Well actually, Terry found him.
-To negotiate.
I see... oh, do I smell
a pay back here?
-Look, you can
smell what you want.
I'm gonna run this address.
Oh, and listen, uh,
do all of this service
and do something constructive.
Run a check on all the
backgrounds of all the ex cons
and parolees that you can
find that has a tunneling MO.
-Say hi to Terry.
-Yeah, I will.
This makes six banks
tunneled into at LA
this year, but
the first real lead.
The bank robber's body was
identified as Murray Andleman,
a part time lawn mower
repairman from Resido
with the a history
of petty crimes.
Police are searching for
Andleman's accomplice
who survived the
tunnel explosion.
Police are hopeful they can
track Andleman's movements
and locate some of
the stolen millions,
mostly personal jewelry
taken from safe deposit boxes.
Next, we'll check
the weekend weather.
-I'll I have is pimento spread.
Terry ate the cheddar ball when
he came back from, um, work.
How do you like
your ice, Hunter?
-Get in here, Terry.
-Sargent Hunter doesn't care
about your stupid refrigerator.
Listen, Terry's had a hard life.
Thing with his mother
and, but you know this bit.
I just wanna
keep him outta jail.
-I'll be gentle.
-OK.
Appreciate it.
-All right.
Let's see.
Who had the crushed
and who had the cubes?
-Sit down.
-Isn't this great?
To be able to sit here among
friends, to breathe the air,
to enjoy a chill drink.
Life.
It's really something, isn't it?
-You wanna tell me about Vance?
-He'd set up the jobs, we'd dig.
We didn't even know where
the tunnels were going.
You can't spit on
that stretch of Wilshire
without hitting a bank.
And they all look the
same on the inside.
-Did you tell Falk's
men where Vance was?
-I don't know where he is.
-Tell him about the money, baby.
-We found a bag of old
money, about $200 G's.
It wasn't on the bank's books.
You see, that's what I
think Falk is really after.
He's using the
bank as a laundry.
-Oh, yeah.
Well, perhaps.
How about you and I take
a little hop down and see
the booking Sergeant, shall we?
-Wait a minute.
Remember what I did for you?
-How can I forget?
-Well, don't I deserve a deal?
-If you help me
catch the killer?
-Killer?
-Yeah. you see,
Vance blew the tunnel.
He wanted everybody to
think this was his last job.
He should be, yeah,
he should be flying
over Rio right about now.
-Didn't I always tell you
not to work with killers?
You see what happens?
-You met him.
He took us dinner.
He was a nice looking guy.
-Well, maybe you can point
him out in a mug book for us.
Come on.
-Hey, don't forget
your jail bag, baby.
I put in some clean
underwear and a roll of quarters.
I love you.
-Good.
-Uh, if it's possible,
we always try
to keep Terry out
of Parker Center.
You know that
disinfectant they use?
-Yeah.
-His skin breaks out.
-Oh.
Well, we'll have
to monitor that.
No, I will not stop by the
pharmacy and pick up soap.
-No, no.
I'm gonna be at my sister's.
-I'll bet my last nickel it
was that damn Vance again.
And no, we're not even.
I saw him coming a mile away.
-Come on.
Mrs. Smolki, don't
worry about it.
Hunter's going to be there.
He'll be able to
hear everything.
Right.
OK.
Look, I'll have Terry
call you at your sister's
apartment as soon as possible.
-You guys got
better pictures of me.
This one's gotta be
at least 10 years old.
-You're supposed to be
looking for pictures of Vance.
-Not here.
I told you.
He's never been inside.
-OK, Terry.
It's all set.
All you gotta do
is just let him talk.
I wanna hear it's Harvey
Falk's money, Third National
Bank, all in the same breath.
-And this is the room where
the freeway strangler confessed.
Uh, but it's in use right now.
Uh, why hasn't he been booked?
-He's looking at
some photographs
and then we're gonna book him?
-Uh, can I ask you why?
-Yeah.
What are all the
squirts doing here?
-Uh, the little darlings are
all from St. John's blazes.
Commissioner's brother's
a priest down there
and I got elected
to give them a tour.
Don't bang on
the machines, kids!
Kids, don't bang
on the machine now!
-You all right, Charlie?
-Uh, sure.
I'm fine.
Listen, the feds got us a
possible ID on, uh, Smolki's
accomplice.
-Vance?
-No, Voichek, Milos Voichek.
He's a Czechoslovakian
national, wanted along
the continent for murder
and a string of tunnel
jobs just like these.
-I'm so hungry.
-Well, just hang on now.
Lunch is at the morgue.
-The morgue?
That's terrific.
-You're taking these
to the morgue for lunch?
-Well, they've got a
great cafeteria there.
Got that bone chicken teriyaki.
Don't spoil your lunches, kids.
Kids.
So why haven't we,
uh booked Terry Smolki.
HAROLD will be a
bit more, Mr. Falk.
-Harold, if you can't
get it for under $100,000
it's not going to
hang on my wall.
It's a rare master, Mr. Falk.
-It's only a bunch of
damn flowers on our table.
Well, they're rare flowers.
-All right,
100-year-old flowers.
Offer him $90,000.
I want an answer by
6 o'clock London time.
As You wish, Mr. Falk.
-Thank you, Harold.
You look too serious, Goetz.
-I have some unsettling
news on Mr. Smolki.
-What's he done now?
-Five minutes after we
had his line interdicted,
he made arrangements
with a middle man.
-Interdicted.
-Uh, we placed a surveillance
device on Mr. Smolki's phone.
It appears the middle man
was successful in arranging
a tete a tete between
Mr. Smolki and a Sergeant Hunter.
-What cop would have
anything to do with Smolki?
-Our sources tell
us Sergeant Hunter's
a bit of an overachiever.
-And Smolki is
a little bug heard
who's gonna try
to play both ends.
Go back to his
place and interdict
his ass until he talks.
The operative
word is reasonable.
Us with you.
You with us.
You'll feel better once you've
made a clean breast of it.
-Ow!
I told you, I don't know
how to find Vance.
Shut up.
-As far as Hunter
was concerned, I
was just jerking him
around to buy some time.
Please, please.
Don't.
Please tell Mr. Falk I didn't
know Third National was his.
-Oh, we're very
disappointed in you, Terry.
You know, we'd better continue
our conversation
in the kitchen, Terry.
Come on, you little weasel.
Frost free, very impressive.
I guess this is the meat keeper.
Ow!
-I'll get backup.
-Terry?
Are you all right?
-Yeah, just bent a finger.
-And you must be
Sergeant Hunter.
-Yeah, that's right.
You wanna press charges?
-You know home
accidents claim more
lives than our
nation's highways?
Think about it.
-Sergeant, it's broken.
And I'm not surprised.
You know, these
840 models, they've
been around since
the French Connection.
Guess the mayor
wasn't kidding when
he said we needed new taxes.
-Yeah, I want
you to take a hike.
Let's go, move.
-You're supposed to be
settling the debt between us.
And you let Falks' college
boys bust up my machine!
-I don't care about
your machine.
-You know I was 21 before
I stayed in a nice motel.
It was real hot.
And they had this big
ice maker down the hall.
And you could
take all you wanted.
And right then I knew
someday I' have my own.
I hate funeral homes.
They always prop
up the body so the stiff
looks like he's on
some ride at Disneyland.
Hey, haven't we arrested
half the people in here?
Yeah.
I think crime brings
people together.
Hey, look at him.
Look at him.
See what I'm talking about?
He looks like he's just been
strapped in for the log ride.
-Hey, hey, look, look.
There's Mimi over there.
Now why don't you
go over and talk to her.
Maybe she needs a
little TLC or something.
-Or maybe she needs is
to have her head examined.
Look at this coffin.
Walnut.
With the inlays.
And exactly how much does
this blanket of roses cost anyway?
-$200, not out
of your pocket Mr.
"So long Murray,
can I have you tools."
Look who sent it.
-Our bail bondsman.
20 years.
-How'd he get roughed up?
-Uh, two of Falk's men.
I'm, I'm very sorry about that.
-Yeah, you know we're still
trying to figure out exact...
-Oh!
Ah, the throbbing.
Oh.
Oh, sorry I just, uh, just
blacked out there for a second.
-Are you, you OK, baby?
-Yeah, I'm OK.
And what about this Cadillac you
got Murray parked in here, huh?
That probably cost a
small fortune, didn't it?
-Do you think I'd go cheap
on my brother-in-law's funeral?
-He's dead.
We could bury him
in the refrigerator box
and he wouldn't
know the difference.
-We can't because you'll be in!
-Why don't we go out to
the back of the chapel?
Maybe you need
to cry or something.
-Good idea.
-Eh, Hunter, it's not her fault.
Ever since we were
married I've been nothing
but spoil that woman.
-Mimi, you have to
understand Terry's
under a lot of pressure.
-Do I look like
I'm on a vacation?
I'm sorry it's just that
living with Terry's crazy.
He always says the next
job's gonna be the big one
and it never is.
-Yeah.
Well, maybe if he
went straight your life
could be a little easier.
-Don't you think I know that?
No, Terry thinks he's Al Capone.
You know, the only time
he ever pulled off a good job,
he ripped off a coin show.
You what that idiot did?
He hid $30 grand
worth of Morgan silver
dollars in a barbecue pit.
A weak and five t-bones
later we had a river
of metal running down the patio.
-Uh, Mimi, you know you
might be able to help us out here.
You and Terry had
had dinner with Vance.
Do you remember
anything that he said
that might be able
to help us to find him?
-I don't know.
It was the usual meet
the family kind of thing.
The guys who high Terry
usually, uh, spring for dinner once.
They wanna get a
look at me so they'll
know who to blow away
in case Terry crosses them.
-Makes sense.
-Well, it's like any business.
Anyway, uh, Vance
took us to a Sizzler
on an all you can eat night.
And, uh, Terry and
Murray were having
bets who could eat
the most shrimps.
Terry was cheating
and hey, wait a minute.
There was something,
Vance was complaining
about the sweep hand
on his watch not working.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was a fancy job.
A, a hewrd.
A heward.
-What, a...
-Hure.
-A Hoyer?
-Yeah.
Seven dials.
The guy was from out of town
so I told him about a little shop
on Resida Boulevard,
handles those imports.
-I have Vance's address.
So do O'Hara and Goetz.
They were here a half hour ago.
I wonder who told them.
-Good work.
We'd better get over to Vance's.
Everybody in place?
All set in the alley
behind the building.
-Oh, good.
I'm going in.
-I'll stay here with your buddy.
-All right.
-Come in on the pool side.
Cover the waterfront
entrance and the fire doors.
-Jerry, what do
you got down there?
Not down here, Hunter.
Wait, something near the window.
-What the hell was that!
-You all right?
Once they repelled
down the building
the suspects disappeared.
The coroners said they
put a round in the vans.
-They had a one way
ticket to Aruba all paid for.
-He sure didn't
put a lot of effort
into making his house a home.
I've bagged more evidence
out of a phone booth.
-Well, I found this
behind the television
set in the living room.
-You think it's hot?
-Well, I don't know.
I think we ought to let
the lab boys tell us that.
Hmm.
You still down to see Stewart?
-Yep.
-Good.
Why don't you get
a list of the board
of directors for
Third National Bank.
We should do a back check
on those people over there.
-OK.
No problem.
Uh, you know I think we
outta book this evidence
and get outta here.
I hear that Charlie's
very irritated
that we haven't booked Terry.
-Oh, yeah.
Let's get out of here.
-I don't know.
I wonder if we'll ever hang
Harvey Falk for Third National,
or with anything
for that matter.
I mean the man has
his own personal parking
space next to the grand jury.
He side steps every indictment.
-Let us worry about the
bank directors all right?
We might be able
to find a wrinkle.
-Maybe, but Third National
is a hell of an institution.
Secure as the rock
of Gibraltar, no energy
investments, or foreign loans.
In fact, I bank there.
-Are you serious?
-Why not?
They've got great
customer service
and you should see the calendars
they give away at Christmas.
Norman Rockwell.
-Wait a minute.
I'm a little confused here.
Are you keeping an
eye on Third National
or doing their commercials?
-Oh, wait a minute.
If you can prove Falk
is behind Third National,
we'll be onto him
faster than you
can say Securities
Exchange Commission.
-But then you'd have to
buy your own calendars.
-Good, McCall.
-So what do you
think, black China tea?
-Hmm, I'd say English breakfast.
You picked up on that, huh?
-Well, I've done my homework.
-Hmm.
-Somebody found a
bag full of this stuff.
Bank hasn't claimed it though.
-From a professional
point of view, how big a bag.
-Oh, about $200,000
in 10s and 20s.
-Hmm.
You know, uh, rubbing it
with tea bags is still the best
way to age paper,
strictly low tech.
There are no chemicals.
Smell goes away
once you pass it.
-And quality?
-Oh, first class.
Nice plates.
No sloppy photo offset.
-You think, uh,
these bills would
pass through a currency counter?
-No sweat.
More professional curiosity.
Where'd you find it?
-I think it was
Third National Bank.
-Not Harvey Falk's bank?
I gotta fit it for their
Christmas calendars.
Big order.
50,000 pieces.
Uh, you could put a
good word in for me.
-That's a lot of calendars
for one bank, isn't it?
-Harvey's got two.
Uh, Third National and.
But he's a tight wad.
So you tell him from
me I never pad my bed.
OK?
-OK.
-OK.
-Thanks.
-It's short.
-I, uh.
Got the same thing, sir.
-Short.
How much?
-$10,350.
-You said you got every bill.
-I believe we said
that we took every bill
IE, every bag that
we could find, sir.
Now, a number of
scenarios come to mind here.
Uh, Vance, ne Voichek,
could have stashed the money
somewhere else
other than his condo.
-Oh, yeah.
Right, he could have...
-If you two are an example
of what our universities are
turning out, our
country is doomed.
I'll give you a scenario.
How about somebody gets
crammed into some place
small and heavy,
and then gets dropped
some other place really deep.
-That was on my list.
-Yeah.
-Go through it all.
And then do it again.
Because if the cops find
any of our counterfeit we IE,
you, will have flushed a million
dollar scam down the toilet!
-Hi, Terry.
-Hey, Hunter.
Great to see you.
It's a real fiesta here.
-Uh huh.
-Everything a guy can want.
-Yeah.
-Except for one thing.
Unlock me, would you?
-Yeah.
Catching up on
your greens, are you?
-How did you know about this?
-Yeah.
-I didn't even tell
Mimi about this.
-Yeah, well you had 50
of them in the refrigerator.
How'd you fool
her all this time?
-She's used to my quirks.
-Yeah.
Well, there it is.
Don't get married to it.
It's not yours.
-Yes, it is.
I deserve it.
-It's fake.
-It's as real as any
money I'll ever have.
-It's counterfeit, Terry.
-You know I was wondering
lying here knocking back
the champagne,
what's Hunter's angle?
He's got Vance.
He could figure out
whose got this swag.
Why am I still on the
loose, relatively speaking.
What's he got in mind?
Now it comes to me.
This is Falk's funny money.
-Hmm.
-What is that?
-Raspberry slurpee,
or whatever it was they
were fighting with in here.
-Is this the Voichek info?
-Yeah, it's from a
police department
in Prague, confirmation they
know that we killed Voichek.
They suggest we cremate him.
Of course they don't
give me release notice.
I'll be dealing
with that for weeks.
Do you know how
to clean this stuff?
-Well, the lemon
juice is good, I think.
Or, uh, turpentine is.
I, I can call my mom and ask.
-Yeah, six European
murders and one
here and now he;s
just a bad memory.
I think we outta let burglary
chase down the money.
Hey, Hunter, you did give
burglary Smolki, didn't you?
-Well, So Charlie,
what I've done is
-Uh, Captain, did you
know that, uh, in the last year
Third National recycled more
than $18 million in used cash
with the Federal Reserve?
-Yeah, you see Falk turns
over counterfeit money
to the federal government.
They shred or burn it.
And then they return
the real money to him.
Pretty good scam, huh?
-Yeah, and the only
way even found out
is that this, uh, check
safe cracker who
has more guts than brains
picked on the wrong vault.
-Is the SEC working on this?
-They bank there, Charlie.
They can't even nail the guy.
-You guys turn anything
on this Third National job?
-Listen, Falk is our
primary suspect.
We're still gonna
have to connect
him to all that
missing bank loot.
Who knows where he stashed it?
-Oh, we know where it is.
-At least we think we do.
-Yeah.
You see, we think Falk's
got it in one of his other banks,
Coanga Thrift.
Nice big vault.
-Wait a minute now.
If the SEC isn't
playing, who's gonna
let us in there while Falk's
still holding the bank?
So wait, you haven't
booked Terry Smolki because
-He's gonna help us
pull another bank job.
-You have
mind-bogglingly bad luck.
Just when I want a dog
to kick, here you are.
-And you got some money missing.
I'd like to help
you get it back.
-You're a very generous man.
-You know, I was, uh,
admiring your handiwork.
I figured out how
you were scamming
the Federal
Reserve with tea bills.
-Don't make bad jokes.
In fact, don't say
or do anything.
Stand over there.
-Yes, sir.
It's one of ours from
the Third National lot.
-When we last saw you you
were running a wire for Hunter.
You didn't give him this?
-No.
I got immunity for
steering him to Vance.
Why give him a bonus?
That's that.
-And this is this.
How much was it
supposed to cost me?
-$1,010,000.
It's not a bad deal.
You can afford it.
And you can't afford to have
me give any of those to Hunter.
-What's to keep me from
planting you right now?
-Oh, you know.
Sealed envelope to my attorney.
In the event of my death.
Sent to the police.
Like that.
-OK.
-I'm not putting
the screws to you.
-He said OK.
-Sir, it's, uh, after hours.
We don't that amount on hand.
It'll take a bit
to set things up.
-I got time.
-I rate the reliability of this
man on the low to nil side.
-The $1,000,000
was Hunter's idea.
The $10,000 he couldn't resist.
I'm gonna close out our
operation at Coanga Thrift.
Let the lawyers take the flak.
We have to do it fast before
Hunter knows what's hit him.
You college boys are bad
enough, but guys like Smolki
shouldn't work in our business.
-The look of traffic and
parking at this hour, sir.
No suspicious vans or trucks.
No groups of men loitering.
I don't think there's any
organized surveillance, sir.
I advise you to proceed
as soon as possible.
We have a two minute window.
Me, I'm happy right here.
-Good evening, Mr. Falk.
-Mr. Richards, nice to see you.
-It's good of you to come
down so late, Richards.
I appreciate it.
-No problem.
I realize I'm the only who
can override the time lock.
-Gentlemen, help
Mr. Richards with the door.
-Don't you love
the smell of money.
-Stay over there.
-Minute 10, sir.
-You know, if you like you
can just give me my money now
and, and I'll be going.
-There's still your
end of the deal.
-Uh, listen, it's, uh, it's
getting a little warm in here.
If you don't, I'd like
to, uh, go outside
and wait in the hallway.
I always get kinda
claustro in places like this.
-OK.
Go.
Take him with you.
I'll get the funny money.
-Let's go.
Come on.
-Hold it, Falk, right there.
Police!
-Get your dog off me!
Get your dog off me!
-Get out of here, or you'll take
your snitch home in a body bag.
-Uh, come on, Hunter!
You can't do this to me!
Hey, and you can't do this Mimi.
She can't be left alone!
She's got a lot
of good years left!
-Quit whining.
Go out like a man.
I'm warning
you, I will kill him.
-Oh, come on, come on, come on.
You owe me.
You owe me.
Hey, let the weasel go.
It's OK.
You can always get him later.
Let him go!
-I can't do that, Terry.
It's against department policy.
I'll get in trouble.
-Trouble?
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
-Quit moving around.
-Department policy?
This guy's getting ready
to blow my brains out
and you're talking
department policy?
Listen...
-Ow!
-Hold it!
-Give me that!
Cuff him.
-Get you dog off me!
-You make me sick.
-Yeah, yeah.
Give me a second.
I gotta tie my shoe.
-That was smooth.
You OK?
-Hey, no problems.
-You were great in there, Terry.
Appreciate it.
-Well, great.
Thanks for jumping
right in there.
-Get going.
-After you.
Oh, Hunter?
Now we're even.
-What's he limping for?
-You see, he's got
a diamond stuck
on the bottom of his shoe.
Yeah.
-Here's to the president of
Coanga Thrift, a man who
definitely knows the
meaning of the words play ball.
-And to you for wowing
the DA and putting my Terry
back on the straight and narrow.
-Well, for now.
-Nobody's perfect.
-I'm committed all right.
High end appliance
repair is an up ramping
fast track profession.
-This is nice.
This is new.
Terry gave it to
me to celebrate.
-Could I see that?
-To celebrate life.
Life, with its
ugliness, and misery.
At least we have each other.
And good friends.
-Yeah, shut up a minute.
Tell us about the ring, Mimi.
-Can you believe this guy?
Two weeks on the
job and his boss
gives him this ring as a bonus.
-What can I tell you?
The guy loves me.
-Isn't there gum on that?