Fast-paced thriller in which a wheeler-dealer cop (Nicolas Cage) becomes entangled in a high-level assassination conspiracy while on routine bodyguard duty at a boxing match.
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WOMAN: Good evening, everyone,
and welcome to a Powell pay-per-view television event.
It's hard to believe,
but tonight's fight is the swan song
for the grand old Atlantic City Arena.
The final event to be held in this storied hall
before it is gutted and completely renovated
as part of Gilbert Powell's Millennium Hotel and Casino.
I'm eager to go ringside, along with 14,000 fight fans
who have braved Hurricane Jezebel...
MAN: Cut! Cut! Anthea, they want you to call it
a tropical storm.
But it is a hurricane!
It's also a holiday weekend,
so please just call it a tropical storm.
Please? I love this town. They even spin the weather!
All right, listen. >
We go live on this one, so don't screw up.
I think that's Powell going in there with Secretary Kirkland.
Zoom in on them during the intro.
Anyway, why can't I do this from inside?
Why do I have to stand out here like a weather bimbo?
3, 2, 1, go! >
Good evening, everyone,
and welcome to a Powell pay-per-view television event.
The lucky ones are already inside at the fight,
as the first taste of tropical storm Jezebel lashes the boardwalk
outside the grand old Atlantic City Arena.
It's hard to believe,
but tonight's fight is the swan song for this hall,
the final event to be held here.
MAN: What have we got, 30, 40 seconds?
Where's Shaneen? My hair looks like shit.
I'm on TV? I'm on TV?
Come on, Rick. I'm on in 30 seconds, will ya?
I think people would vote for this face.
Yeah. Blind people.
That's the only way you get anywhere - get your big, fat smile all over the tube.
Hi. Rick Santoro. Hello. Richard Santoro.
Aah! I'm Ricky! Hey, you down on the fight yet?
Shit. I forgot. You seen Jimmy George?
Yeah. He's down in the tunnel.
What tunnel? There's a million tunnels.
The tunnel of love. Over by Tyler's dressing room.
Here. Play 50 for me.
On who? On the bag of meat, on who. On Tyler!
Wow. The whole 50?
Up yours, Mr High Roller.
Why don't you just shoot it all?
Oh, asshole. Shaneen, would you fix this?
ANTHEA: ...His work with troubled youths,
take on the challenger,
Jose Pacifico Ruiz,
in a classic 12-round confrontation
between a counterpuncher and a brawler.
Isn't that right, Lou Logan?
LOGAN: Welcome, everybody.
Hello? Hey, baby. How are you?
I was hoping it'd be you.
Yeah. Happy almost birthday.
Of course I'm still coming.
I want to be there when it turns midnight.
Yes, yes, I'm bringing something with me.
Uh...it's a surprise.
Well, if I told you, then...
That's right, baby.
No. No way. I'm not going to give you a hint.
No. You're shameless!
Monique, you can't say that on a cell phone.
All right, I will give you a hint.
I know you really want one, and it's going to keep you very, very warm.
Give me five secs. I'll call you back.
Jimmy George, wait up a sec!
Come on. I got people waiting for me.
That's Tyler! What are you looking at?
That's Tyler! Where do you think you're going?
The AC Executioner's standing in front of me.
Were you talking to him?
Do I ask what you do at work?
The man bets on his own fights. That's confidence. What do you want, Rick?
What's up your ass?
I'm having a bad day, OK?
I want five large on Tyler.
Five large. You got it on you? Let me see it.
What are you, a bank now? I've got to put up front
for the privilege of betting on a lousy fight?
Take it or leave it because I don't need the aggravation.
Have I ever stiffed you one time? Name one time.
No, no. You never stiffed me.
It's just you take forever to pay.
Five grand. I'll see that a year from next Christmas.
The guy is ten to one to win, all right? I can't make any money if I lay less.
I got a very important birthday, and I got to be there.
I'm going to buy one of those shorty fur coats
over at Caesar's, the only place that will be open.
You know how overpriced they are.
I missed the part where this is my problem.
I made a promise. I gave my word to someone.
A man's word means nothing to you in your profession? Please.
Come on. Cash means something to me.
Words mean something to somebody else.
All right. Don't move. I'll be right back.
Cyrus! Hey! Hey!
Oh! Ow! >
Hey, hold it, pal. Where do you think you're going?
On the job, sport.
Oh, shit. Sorry, sir. You need a hand?
No, no. I got it.
You went the stupid way, didn't you, Cyrus?
Ow! Ow! Ow! I got a cut. I need a medic. Medic. Medic!
Well, that's a start.
What? What do you want?
What do you think?
No. Come on, this is not fair. Come on.
Call a cop. No!
Hey! Get out of here, man!
You got the wrong attitude about this. You gotta keep positive.
When we have these little visits,
I allow you, I permit you, I give you the opportunity
to pay for all the extra police work that you create!
Doesn't it feel nice to contribute to society for a change?
Come on, come on, man! Don't do that! Aw, come on!
You got a bad attitude, you hear?
What makes you think you're better than me?!
My friends, Cyrus. Everybody loves Rick Santoro.
Jimmy George... three grand on Tyler.
This one's a little sticky, but...
2,900. I don't want this one.
Why? There's blood all over it!
Well, aren't you delicate?
Tyler! Whoo! Neptune high, right? Check it out.
Right here. Go Sea Devils! You and me, Tyler!
Yeah! Go, Tyler! Go, Tyler!
Go, Tyler, go! Go, Tyler! Go, Tyler!
Whoa! Lincoln Tyler! Lincoln Tyler! Lincoln!
Oww! My lucky number's 7.
Gee, that's a new one, mister.
You are sunshine on a stormy day.
You should work in the casino.
I'm going to. I mean, I want to. This is just sort of temporary.
Let me make a few phone calls. Would you?
Yeah. Do you know how to deal blackjack?
No. All right. Call me. I'm Rick.
This goes straight to my special phone line.
TELEPHONE RINGS Bye, mister! Bye!
BELL RINGS Oh, yeah. Hi, baby.
HE CLEARS THROAT
No. I just had something stuck in my throat.
Tell him to go to sleep. I'll talk to him in the morning.
No, I can't.
All right, tell him I love him, and I'll... No, Angela, don't...
Hi, Mikey. I know. No, I didn't forget.
I haven't seen him yet, but as soon as I do, I'll ask him.
All right. I love you, too. No, no. Don't put Mommy...
Hi. I don't know. Late. Later than that. Yeah, sure, if they're open.
With extra cheese? I don't care. I don't care! I'm not going to eat it!
Pepperoni, sausage, listen, why don't you just get the deluxe and save time, all right?
Look, I got business. Call me back. There he is!
MAN: You got a pass, sir?
It's all right. He's with me.
There's the man whose life I want!
You know me, always upholding justice. When did you get in?
Last night. I flew in from Norfolk with Powell and the Secretary.
Is that him? Tuck in your shirt. I'll introduce you.
Jesus! I get you a front-row seat, you show up looking like Don Ho.
Pardon my savoir-faire. Why are you so uptight? It's fight night!
Running security tonight. I got a lot on my mind.
Kirkland's high profile. He's all over the news
and brings the nut cases out of the woodwork.
He's a real publicity hound. Look at this.
...the Olympic games, and now the distinguished Secretary of Defence
of the united states of America, Mr Charles Kirkland.
And seated next to the Secretary is a man who needs no introduction...
Great idea. Put a flashing light on your head while you're at it.
Your host for the evening, Mr Gilbert Powell!
Maintain focus on the principal, mister.
Got your locator on? Yes, sir.
Go cover the west exit. Yes, sir.
Oh, and throw in a couple of martinis while you're at it!
It's fight night.
Look. See that blip? That's him.
Look at you. 007.
Man, I'm so impressed. I want to get your autograph.
I can picture us like yesterday, working summers on the beach,
carrying the oars back across the hot sand.
No. Me I can picture carrying the oars.
You were usually under the boardwalk with a cute piece of jailbait.
It's me, your lucky number!
Listen, I've got to hit you up for something.
Mikey's just crazy about submarines right now.
I mean, everything's submarines with him,
and he wanted me to ask you if you'd give him a ride on one.
Sure. We'll dock a polaris right out at the steel pier.
This is the kind of thing godfathers do.
I promise I won't embarrass the brass.
I haven't been on the water since the Renville,
but I'll pull some strings for Michael. How's Angela?
Fat, fantastic. I love her. What about the other one? What's her name?
Monique. Skinny, mean, expensive. I love her!
Oowww! Yeah! Oowww!
Yeah, Lincoln! Yeah, baby! Go, baby! Yeah!
You got a wife, a kid, a house in Margate,
a girlfriend in an apartment.
Being a cop pays six figures now?
I save coupons. Are you my conscience?
You could use one. Does Angela know about Monique?
What are you going to do, turn me in again?
That was just to teach you a lesson.
You never shoplifted again, did you?
No. I never got caught again. Angela's happy. Trust me.
Angela's not happy. She's just uninformed.
Maybe if she knew the rules, she could play the game, too.
If Angela knew the rules, there would be no game.
Rule one - Angela can't know all the rules.
Look, I'm not like you, Kevin.
I can't have sex with the same woman for 20 years.
It's not natural. Terry likes to talk to me during sex.
Last night, she called me from a hotel.
That seem right to you?
Kevin, that is right in so many ways.
No, I mean who's she with? Not the guy next to her.
Beautiful woman alone at a fight?
Sexy lady. What's the problem?
You got to get out of this town.
You know that, don't you?
Would you stop going all Jiminy Cricket on me?
You can't help yourself, can you? No, really. Get your butt down to DC,
I call a few guys I know from Annapolis, arrange some interviews,
get you a GS rating, you're in our programme.
Bureau of Diplomatic Security pays about double what your salary is here.
All right. You got to fix my life later.
I got money on this. I want to stay in a good mood, you know?
Keep positive because this is fight night!
Don't make Michael grow up here.
This isn't a beach town anymore. It's a sewer.
But it's my sewer, Jiminy, and I love it!
I kick around about six square blocks.
Everybody knows me. I got the whole town wired.
Someday, if I manage to get my face on TV a few times,
maybe I'll run for mayor or something, but that's as far as I want to go
because I was made for this sewer, baby, and I am the king!
ANNOUNCER: Look at this. He's taunting the champ mercilessly!
'I haven't seen this kind of disrespect shown to a heavyweight champion...'
ALL SHOUTING AT ONCE
ANNOUNCER: Buster Douglas. Exactly. The condition he was in in some of the later...
'Look at Ruiz dance around...'
She's not even watching the fight.
'The crowd is loving it! Or hating it. Exactly.'
SECOND ANNOUNCER: What they came to see tonight
'was a professional heavyweight championship fight,
'and that is not what they're getting,
'and you better believe, they are letting these fighters know!'
FIRST ANNOUNCER: I wonder just how seriously the champ is taking this competition.
SHOUTING DROWNS OUT ANNOUNCERS
SECOND ANNOUNCER: The champ has shown up here tonight
'in the worst condition of his career.'
FIRST ANNOUNCER: Yeah, I got to agree with you.
'There was a lot of speculation about the kind of condition he was in.'
Hello? Hey, baby. Kind of a bad time right now.
What? All right, guess quick, OK? The hint was,
you really wanted it, and it'll keep you warm.
No, it's not that. I have that. It goes where I go. Hang on.
Oh, Jesus, Angela, the fight started!
What? The deluxe has meatballs, baby!
I got to go. The fight's started!
Listen, I got to go. The fight's started.
Hey, I dig affection, baby, but not while I'm driving.
Oh. I'm sorry.
That seat's taken. Oh, but you can sit here.
Well, I'll just need one minute.
It's in the pocket.
Have you been writing to me?
Yeah! Go, Sea Devils!
FIRST ANNOUNCER: Holy cow! The challenger's down! Ruiz is down!
'What a punch by Lincoln Tyler! Ruiz is cooking him!
'He head-butted him! He head-butted him!'
FIRST ANNOUNCER: It's a head-butt. We saw it clearly.
SECOND ANNOUNCER: This is a potentially devastating blow to the champ.
FIRST ANNOUNCER: I can't see if it's opened up a cut over his eye or not.
'We saw it in the Holyfield/Tyson match. We see it here!
'He's down!' Low blow him, Lincoln Tyler!
Listen to me, Mr Secretary. I am telling you.
You are the one that's going to be sorry.
REFEREE: Get back to your neutral corners.
< Neutral corners!
Hello? What? Who are you?
My lucky number?
Principal is down.
Kevin, he's down! The man is down!
Get out of here!
Oh, yeah? Screw you, man.
Tommy! Get this scum out of here!
There were two hits. The girl next to me, she threatened him,
took something, got shot, and ran away!
Oh, my God! Shut down the arena!
Holy shit, is he dead? Get on your radio right now
and shut down the arena!
Hey! Be careful! Let go of me!
What happened to you? Please just...
What's going on? Let go of me!
Come back here!
MAN: Let's get this gurney up. Let's go!
Come on! Make a hole through there and get that crowd out of the way!
Tell them to bring that ambulance right through the main entrance into the arena tunnel!
You're going to be all right, Charles.
We're going to the hospital right now.
You're going to be OK. You have my word on that.
Come on! Come on! Get those people out of the tunnel! Move it there!
KEVIN: He's going to die, Rick.
This is my fault. I should never have left my seat.
I opened up a sightline. I was off the deck. What the hell was I doing?
This is my fault!
What the hell's the matter with you?
Don't talk shit like that where people can hear.
You don't understand. I pulled rank on the regular detail
and took command of security.
I told them he would be better protected
with me running the operation because I know the area,
the layout of the arena. I know local law enforcement.
I get assigned, I step out of position,
the Secretary takes a bullet in the throat!
Why were you out of position?
I should never have left him.
I could be court-martialed for this!
That is not going to happen!
We're not going to let that happen. Do you understand?
You're not going to prison, so you just forget about that!
Back up. Why were you out of position?
The girl - the redhead - I went over to check her out.
She ran, and I followed her up here.
Don't say redhead and don't say girl. That's all wrong.
What you say is suspicious character.
You followed a suspicious character, and when you got up here,
you saw an assassin fire, so you took him out. End of story.
Leaving my post is dereliction of duty. It's gross negligence.
You killed the assassin!
You saved the day! You're a hero, Kevin.
That's what happened, and that's how we'll spin it!
It wasn't procedure.
Look. Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not some beat cop that needs you to plant a piece for him.
Kevin, if there's one thing I know, it's how to cover my ass.
I see this shit happen every day,
and what you say and do right this minute is going to change the rest of your life.
Go to confession later, but don't bury yourself now!
MAN: Clear it out! Coming through!
Come on, let's get up there. Come on.
RICK: OK, those are state cops. They're gaming enforcement.
They're going to try to muscle us, but we're not going to let that happen.
We're first contact. When the feds get here, everybody writes from our report,
and your story holds up because we say so.
We just got to keep all media out of here until then.
How long will it take the feds to get here?
MAN: No comment.
The FBI'S got to come from Trenton, so that's an hour,
maybe an hour and a half with the storm.
We just got to fight these guys for an hour and a half, and you're in the clear, OK?
I can't lie. It isn't lying!
You just tell them what you did right, and you leave out the rest!
MAN: Shouldn't even be here. This is a crime scene.
Or you can throw away your whole career.
Lorton Pritzger, division of gaming enforcement.
What the hell's going on here?
187 with an officer-involved shooting. Secretary Kirkland was shot in the neck.
Paramedics just wheeled him out, and that's the perpetrator.
Security detail leader took him out.
That's right. Commander Kevin Dunne. I'm with DOD.
Who are you? Atlantic City major crimes.
I'll take it now. No. Bullshit you will.
This isn't my blood, all right?
It's the Secretary's. I was sitting right in front of him.
I'm a homicide detective and a material witness.
This is mine in about six different ways!
AC cops got no business in the casino.
This is strictly DGE and state police.
We're not on the casino floor, Gordo!
And this arena ain't the Millennium yet.
It's Atlantic City and that belongs to me!
I'm acting case agent until relieved by appropriate federal authority.
Now, you want to help?
You tell your men to get all the media out.
Unless you want the news to give the Secretary's wife and kids
a close-up look at his internal organs!
Phil, Jim, make this whole arena a crime scene. Shut it down!
Nobody goes in or out
until the main investigating party gets here.
You the one that told them to seal the doors?
You can't hold 14,000 people in these goddamn exit tunnels!
Yes, we did, and yes, we can.
Those are 14,000 eyewitnesses!
We can detain them for as long as it takes
to get 14,000 addresses and 14,000 phone numbers,
and take 14,000 pictures, now that I think about it.
Let's get the hell out of here.
We're home free, baby.
The woman who ran away, you said she took something. What was it?
A manilla envelope about this big.
What did she look like?
Caucasian, dressed in white, blood everywhere.
She had a blond wig, dark hair underneath.
All right. You stay here with every uniform you can get,
I'll run a top to bottom and find her.
You guys come with me.
LOGAN: Excuse me, Commander Dunne, sir,
could you give us the identity of the assassin, please?
Sir, how does it feel to be a hero?
MAN: Hey, you! Get out of here!
We told you you can't be talking with people here. No press in the arena.
RICK: I said no press inside the arena, Lou. Not in the arena!
I can see why you want these others out of here, but I didn't think you were talking about me.
You know what kind of break this is for me?
You can't show this. Look at the mess!
The guy's got a family. Have a heart, for Christ's sakes.
All right, I won't shoot the spaghetti then.
Come on. Whenever they make statements,
they always have one pool reporter asking all the questions.
That's the way they do it. Come on. Let me be the guy.
They got the playback up there?
Yeah. It's right up here. Look, you don't know what this would mean to me.
You think I want to do this pay-per-view shit for the rest of my life?
You know how Rather got his break?
The goddamn Kennedy assassination!
You make me sick, Lou!
If you're going to be on TV,
who better asking you the questions than your old pal Lou, huh?
Plus I can have two grand cash in an hour and a half.
You are a disgusting human being.
Hey, five grand in an hour.
You're the guy! Hook up out in the hallway.
I don't want to see one TV camera inside.
This whole arena's a crime scene.
Rick, I got to tell you, I will always be there for you, my friend.
Oh, yeah, and see if you can find me another shirt.
I don't want to look like this.
Got to be, you know, classy like you, Lou.
And, er, yeah, here's your hundred back. All bets are off.
Secretary of Defence gets his head blown off,
and you want to look at the knockout punch?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up.
How many cameras do you have on it?
I got four.
All right. Let me see them all.
I'll be damned.
What kind of a Sea Devil is that?
Oh, God. What did you get yourself into?
Look here, Mr Tyler- he ain't in the mood to talk to nobody.
You see where your hand is? That's a felony!
Give me a "C." Give me an "H." Give me an "a-m-P."
What's that spell? Everybody! Champ!
Lincoln, how you doing? Good to see you again.
What, am I supposed to know you?
Rick Santoro, Neptune High, fellow Sea Devil, class of '80.
I don't remember you.
Come on. You must have seen me plenty.
My hair was long then, but whose wasn't, right?
Detective. Detective Santoro.
I know it might be a bad time,
but can I get you to sign an autograph for my son?
He thinks you're the greatest, just the greatest.
I bet if you saw my graduation picture, the face would ring a bell.
Look, I don't know you, OK?
Lincoln, you hurt my feelings,
and after I dropped ten grand on you.
I think it would show more respect if you addressed my client as Mr Tyler.
I'll call him Mr T the night he beat Rocky Balboa if he wants.
He's a bad pony. I don't have to tell you, right?
Yeah. Yeah, I saw Jimmy George - you know, the bookie.
He was coming out of here before the fight.
How much did you lose? Or did you win? Know what I mean?
Wasn't his night.
They guy was a great fighter.
You know, wow.
You've never been knocked out your whole career.
I mean ever - since your first golden gloves.
I'd know. I've seen all your fights,
what with us both being from the same school and all
and both being Sea Devils and all.
The man head-butted me, and I don't remember anything after that.
Excuse me, would you drink a glass of water?
You're lying so much, your mouth dried up,
and you're making that funny smacking sound.
Let me remind you who you're talking to, hotshot.
Lincoln Tyler is a significant public figure.
He's a goddamn pillar of this community.
Now, let's keep that in mind,
or this little interview that we're having here is over.
Look, the Secretary - he's dead, isn't he?
If you have a question, let me ask it for you.
Look, Mickey, I just want to know if the guy is dead.
Is he dead?
Um, the smart money ain't on him.
That's it. That is it. Ha-ha!
Do you know who you remind me of out there? Sonny Liston!
Remember in '65, they said,
"Sonny, don't take any chances. Ali almost killed you the first time.
"Take the payday. First punch, you go down."
Flop! Splat! That's you!
Detective, you either arrest him, or I'm going to ask you to leave.
What would I arrest him for?
What would I arrest you for, getting up too quick?
What?! I saw you, and you saw me.
And don't pretend you don't know who I am, girlie man.
You wanted it to look like a knockout,
but when you heard the gunshot, your eyes were open in half a second.
Now you fall - understandable reaction
but it kind of ruined the performance.
Look, what the hell do you want from me? The man knocked me out!
I went through the fight tape! Yeah! It was a phantom punch!
A little bad Hollywood acting,
but the athletic commission might find it interesting.
And a second after you go down, an assassin fires.
Wow. That's some coincidence. I guess they don't call you The Executioner for nothing!
And you sign my kid's autograph!
All right, that's it. Everybody, get out.
Listen to me.
Mickey! What don't you understand about this? Get the hell out of here!
Go on! Get out!
MAN: This is a crime scene.
'In order to exit the arena, we must see an authentic picture ID.
'If you cannot produce one, you must step to the left,
'where the officer will take your photograph and record your name and address.
'I'll say this one more time.
'No-one, and there will be no exceptions, will be allowed to exit the arena
'until your identity has been recorded.
'Everyone's co-operation will be greatly appreciated.'
MAN: All right. Watch your step.
Hey! Hey! Hey! We said no press in the arena, goddamn it!
Go to your right.
Clear the way.
That punk fights like a bitch.
He got no snap in his punches.
He swings with his arm, no shoulder muscles.
You threw the fight.
If I say yes, can we cut some kind of deal?
You don't need a deal.
I'm not going to say anything to anybody.
You pay me back the ten grand I lost
plus 500 for shaming the ring, and I forgive you.
What did you do it for?
You can't need the money.
You got to be worth millions.
They didn't tell me they were going to kill somebody.
Who? Who didn't tell you?
Look, man, see, you just don't understand.
I just gave away the one thing I know that makes me me...
The Heavyweight Championship.
Now I don't even have that.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
What did they have on you?
Get them out of here, Cyrus.
Oh, yo! Pay-per-view, huh?
Man, great shot, buddy.
Yeah, great shot, great shot. Terrific.
Go on. Take a hike, OK?
There's cameras everywhere, for Christ's sake.
What if the guy from the commission comes in here,
he wants to check your gloves, what are you going to do?
Retire and live on your savings, huh? What savings?
You got to have this freak show in here tonight of all nights?
Mickey, Mickey. Come here, Mickey.
Forget about it, Cyrus.
I did not go to law school for this.
Keep your shirt on, Cyrus.
Come on, Mickey. I'm trying to do this here.
MICKEY: No, no, no. We said three.
The deal was three. We agreed.
What do you want, Jimmy?
Give me 35.
If I could just get a second.
Take a hike. I'll get you later. Get out of here.
Look, man, I'm getting a lot of bets, OK?
Very large bets against Lincoln, that is, OK?
I'm just wondering... Would you please lower your voice?
Yeah. OK, look, I'm sorry.
Everybody knows that Lincoln likes the action, right?
What I'm saying is, Lincoln likes to gamble, right?
It's not a secret. Never on boxing.
I've been through all this shit with the commission.
I do not have to explain it to you. Never on boxing.
You're right. Yeah, that's right. It's OK.
It's just he's in heavy to some of the casinos.
And some people are saying that maybe he's looking
to clean up the books a little bit.
Like, maybe Lincoln's decided tonight's not his night.
You actually come into a fighter's dressing room
to tell him there's a lot of action against him?
And then you have the nerve to accuse him of what?
I've never been this offended in my life.
I want you to tell Lincoln what you just said to me.
No, no, no.
Jimmy's got something really interesting to tell you.
Listen to this. Tell him. Come on.
Forget it. Hey, forget everything I said.
Knock 'em dead, champ.
RICK: Jimmy George!
Wait up a second.
Come on, Rick. I got people waiting for me.
Hey, that's Tyler! Ha-ha!
What are you looking at? Go buy a ticket.
You are never going to get away with this.
Get out of my face, Mickey!
Look at me. Look at yourself.
No, no, no! Bleed, Mickey! Bleed!
You taught me that.
No way, man. You got yourself into this.
You get caught, you lose my phone number.
I told you, you can't live like you do.
You make yourself vulnerable.
Everybody wants a piece of you.
Look at this, man. They got all of you now.
That is... that's terrific. That's great.
That's great. Jesus Christ.
Yeah. Come here. All right, Cyrus, look.
Here it is, pal. Take it. Get lost, OK?
Bets for the best, right, Mr Tyler?
MICKEY: Come on. Get out of here.
Uh! Uh! Tyler, Ty...
All right, don't move.
I'll be right back.
How much were you into the casinos for?
The people that set this up said if I drop this one,
they'd square everything I owed.
Plus, if I lose to an underdog,
it would set me up for a rematch,
and a rematch is where the real money is.
They didn't say what round they wanted it in.
They were going to let me know during the fight.
There was a guy in the front row.
They told me what he was going to say,
and it was going to be the signal to go down.
I ain't never going to forget those words.
"Here comes the pain."
It was all I could do to keep from taking him out. Just one punch,
shove that radio right through the side of his head.
Yeah. He had one of those things in his ear.
the fight started.
Come on, old man.
See what you got. See what you got, old man.
LINCOLN: 'I couldn't get that sucker
'to take a decent swing at me.
'He wouldn't stop talking,
'like he was going to bullshit me to death.'
You got to do better than that. Come on, baby.
Ohh! Come on, now.
You're too slow, man. Come on.
RUIZ: What you going to do to me, huh?
Ha ha! That's what I'm talking about.
Whoo hoo hoo!
Yeah! Come on, baby.
Come on. Let's see what you got.
Let's see what you got, old man.
Come on. Bring it to me.
Come on. Yeah! LAUGHING
Yeah, I'm right here.
I'm right here.
Let me try that good stuff you got.
Come on. You're too slow.
LINCOLN: 'I was just trying to shut him up.
'I barely even tapped him, and I almost won the fight.'
REFEREE: Neutral corner.
REFEREE: are you OK?
Get it on!
You punch like a bitch.
This is a fight. Keep your...
LINCOLN: 'And he did head-butt me. I wasn't lying about that.
'Everything went wrong. It was like he was trying to screw up the deal.'
I'm stopping the fight.
Right after that, I got the signal.
It was quicker than I thought.
I don't know. Maybe they were getting nervous.
Let's get it on.
Here comes the pain, baby!
Here comes the pain!
Here comes the pain!
I showed you what it's about.
LINCOLN: 'I wasn't supposed to go down right away. They were very clear about that.
'I had to take a punch, fall back into the corner,
'let him charge in and knock me out.
RICK: 'because they wanted everybody up on their feet, distracted,
'giving them a clear shot right through the crowd.
LINCOLN: 'But that punk-ass son of a bitch didn't swing through the punch,
'and I was so far into the act in my own head, you know,
'by the time I realised he didn't connect,
'I was already in the corner.'
RICK: You're a bum, Tyler!
How could you do this to me?
He's a bum!
Get back, man. Stay there.
But nobody was supposed to die.
She never said anything about that.
You hear that storm out there?
I wish it would blow this whole town away.
No, no, no. Who's she?
She's the one who came to me in the first place,
told me I was supposed to go down.
I never met anybody else but her.
Did you get a name?
Yeah. Name, address, serial number, 8" x 10" colour picture.
You want to look at that, too?
Do you remember anything unusual about her?
Her hair maybe.
What about it?
It was bright red, like it was on fire.
A Palestinian who's lived in the United States
for the last six years.
He's believed to be linked to a series of threatening letters
written to various defence secretaries
expressing outrage over the sale of missile systems
and other weaponry to Israel.
A handwritten note was found
on Rabat's body.
Could you hold that up, too, please?
Apparently he intended it to be found after the shooting.
Commander, what's in the note, sir?
I can't disclose that until it's been studied by investigators.
Commander, could you give us the condition of the Secretary, please?
He was taken to Atlantic City medical centre,
but I have no other information at this time.
That's all I can say until the FBI joins the investigation.
LOGAN: Thank you, commander.
That was commander Kevin Dunne.
You find her?
No. She might have gone into the casino.
There's a dozen service doors from here to there.
We couldn't watch all of them.
Double the men you have at the casino exits.
I've got to talk to you.
What is it?
Let's go somewhere private.
Just because a guy has
something plugged into his ear...
I asked. Tyler says it was a radio.
OK, we'll check it out,
but a compulsive gambler who admits he took a dive
might not turn out to be the best witness...
It's not just him. I'm betting that the redhead you followed
is the same person who told Tyler to throw the fight.
She's one, shooter's two, Tyler's three,
the drunk who shouted the signal's four,
and whoever was on the other end of that radio is five.
Five people make a conspiracy, right?
Yeah, yeah. Look, anything's possible,
but I got to tell you.
We've got a file an inch thick on this guy Rabat.
He's a well-known nut case.
It's clear he was ready to die for his cause.
That's a suicide note.
You know, "I fly into the arms of Allah"
and shit like that.
He was all worked up about our missile sales to Israel,
and it's conceivable that he found out
about the Norfolk test.
Norfolk test, what's that?
Kevin, I know it's classified,
but I am the investigating officer on the murder now.
But what are you chasing this for?
You don't get out of bed
unless there's an angle in it for you.
Guys get elected president
just for being in the right place at the right time,
and I want to be mayor.
part of what I'm going to tell you - it could bury me.
I hope you can keep this between us.
Kevin, you're talking to your best friend,
and loyalty's my only vice, so what's the problem?
The problem is that I was in too good a mood.
That trip to Norfolk was for a weapons test
for the air guard,
Powell's new anti-missile defence system.
It's light-years ahead
of the Sea Sparrows our ships have now.
If we had this in the Gulf when the Renville...
after the Renville incident,
the old man picked me to sell it to Congress.
Everybody at DOD wanted it to work, and it did.
The test went beautifully.
By the time we got to the fight tonight,
we were all high as kites.
I let the excitement get to me.
I lost my edge.
KEVIN: Can I see your ticket, please?
Your ticket, ma'am. I need to see your ticket for this seat.
Oh, my ticket.
Yeah, sure. I think I have it here.
KEVIN: Hold on a minute.
I was talking to you back there. Where do you think you're going?
I'm going to the ladies' room. Is that OK with you?
In the middle of the first round?
You're not much of a fight fan, I guess.
Look, Sarge, I don't know who you are,
but you have no right to hassle me like this.
Look, I get paid to hassle people, ma'am.
Show me your ticket, or I'll have you escorted out.
OK, OK. I don't have a ticket.
I mean, I have a ticket,
but it's way up there in the nose bleed seats,
and I couldn't see a thing, so...
Listen, I do this all the time.
They always let me get away with it.
Come on. It's no big deal.
It is tonight.
What's so special about tonight?
A very important man in the crowd.
Oh. And you're, er...
what? His bodyguard?
That must be a very exciting job.
Yeah. It's got its moments.
I was three feet away from a known terrorist,
and I had my eyes buried in some broad's tits.
Kevin, this might not make you feel better, but don't you see?
That's what she was there for.
That was the plan - to give you a boner.
Ha! And you got one.
Congratulations. You're human.
Come on, Rick.
Look on the bright side.
I like you better. Golden boy screwed up.
Wait a minute.
We need to be very, very careful with this.
We go out there and yell conspiracy,
it's like waving a lunatic flag.
We got to get our hands on the redhead
or the guy that shouted the signal.
If they're still in the building.
And the woman who was talking to the Secretary.
I'll stay after her. You try to find the other two.
RICK: No, no. This is wrong.
We're never going to find anything just walking around the arena.
What if they've gone into the casino?
I'm going to go up to surveillance.
They've got cameras all over the place, just bitchin' technology.
All right, you do that
while I double-check with security,
see if they found anything.
Well, I finally understand
why you didn't want me to worry about your shooter.
KEVIN: One less terrorist in the world.
At least he did something productive on his way out.
Did he know he was on a suicide mission?
He does now.
With all due respect, sir,
we should have been out of here 11 minutes ago.
Things have changed.
We need to make an adjustment.
KEVIN: A local cop made both of you.
He made us? How?
It's not important.
He's searching the building for you right now.
So what do we do? Take them out?
KEVIN: That's not an option.
That's the only option.
Not with this guy.
Let's move out.
You do have a contingency plan,
don't you, sir?
Yes, but I don't like it.
Because a soldier deserves better.
I've been shot.
I've been shot.
MAN: I got 1,500 cameras -
800 on the casino side, 720 on the hotel side,
quadruple redundancy on the gaming floor.
If they're down there, we'll find them.
I appreciate it, Walt.
No problem. You think one of these people is your shooter?
We already got the shooter.
Then what are you looking for?
Where do we start?
You tell me.
Can you go to the right?
Let's go by section.
HE PRESSES BUTTONS
RICK: Keep going.
CJ, punch up 383,
the guy in the checkered shirt.
What about him?
Coin cup grabber. Look. Watch the money.
You know him?
Nah. You just get to read body language.
There he goes. There he goes.
WALT: See, somebody who wants to play the slots,
they're staring at the machines,
trying to guess which one is lucky.
A grabber could care less. He checks out the people.
He's like a pickpocket, only crude.
You know, no skills.
KEVIN ON TV: 'The identity of the assassin
'is Tarik Ben Rabat, 37 years old,
'a Palestinian who's lived in the United States
'for the last six years.'
MAN: Excuse me.
Excuse me. Are you down on the race?
KEVIN ON TV: 'Expressing outrage over the sale...'
MAN: Me, too.
MAN: We've got two men covering every casino exit door.
Nobody's seen her yet.
SECOND MAN: Keep them there.
We'll search the floor section by section.
You are hot.
So you want to come back to my room
and have a little fun together?
Looks like the number four horse, daddy's hobby.
Whew. God, I'm hot.
Do you have air conditioning?
In your room - air conditioning.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I keep it turned down real low. Ha ha!
What you want?
I need a word with Mr Tyler.
I want to apologise, sir,
for not securing the infrareds.
The shooter missed the girl.
There was nothing you could do.
Walter, I think we got another hooker in the Princess Lounge.
Punch up 596.
Excuse me a second.
She hasn't been there five minutes, she can't take her hands off him.
Oh, my God, that's her.
You said she had red hair.
No, not that one. Somebody else. Where's that bar?
Don't worry, Ricky. No problem. I'll stay with them.
Come on. Grab a radio. Stay on channel 3.
Here we go!
THEY TALK SOFTLY
We've located the girl.
Where is she?
Over there by the elevators.
I got it from here. Thanks.
I don't see her, Walt.
Walt, where is she?
WALT: You're on the opposite side of the floor.
They're playing the magnificent seven near the lobby elevators.
I'm just playing my spare change.
Yeah? Um, I want to go upstairs.
Yeah, yeah. Me, too, me, too.
Yeah. Um, I want to go...
MACHINE BELL RINGS
CHANGE FALLS INTO CUP
I want to go upstairs now,
and if you don't come with me, I'm sure somebody else will.
WALT: Change of plans.
They're at the elevators. Hang a right.
Wait a minute!
I missed her.
You got her in the box?
WALT: Yeah, Ricky, I got them.
I'm taking this elevator. Tell me what floor they're on.
So what kind of music do you like?
I'm sorry. I just wanted a hug.
35. What? What?
I just want to get upstairs.
Walt, I got to know what floor.
I can't make out the buttons.
It's a high one.
RICK: Can you pick them up when they get off?
I'd have to check floor by floor. I'd lose 'em.
WALT: Hang on.
I got an idea.
Come on, Walt.
WALT: Yeah. This is McGahn of security.
We have a Ned Campbell staying at the hotel.
WOMAN: No, honey. That's going up.
You're a genius.
MAN: OK! Man, this is going to be so much fun!
Come on. Come on.
< MAN AND WOMAN LAUGH
WOMAN: Honey, come on.
WOMAN ON TV: 'In the tri-state weather centre...'
Oh, the weather is more important than me, baby?
Look at me. Look at me!
Look, honey, there's a hurricane on.
So what?! I'm hot! Come on!
You want to play rough, huh?
I'll give you a little hurricane!
Ha ha ha ha!
ANCHORMAN ON TV: 'Secretary of defence Charles Kirkland
'is in critical condition
'at the Atlantic City medical centre
'after being struck by an assassin's bullet
'while attending a boxing match at the Atlantic City arena.
'We've been getting live updates from the only reporter
'allowed inside the arena,
'a Lou Logan of Powell pay-per-view television.'
MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY
NED: Hold it down in there!
People are trying to sleep!
ANCHORMAN: And we've also learned that Rabat left what may have been a suicide note,
which was found on his body by police in the moments after the shooting took place.
HE TURNS OFF TELEVISION AND TURNS ON MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC
Hi. Ha ha!
I hope you don't mind. I borrowed your shirt.
Oh, not at all.
I happen to think women look very sexy in men's shirts.
Oh. Ha ha!
Ha ha ha!
Um, can you just hold on one minute, OK?
NED: Excuse me.
You're the one who was practically giving me the knob job
down in the bar.
I'm sorry. I need a place where I can just wait,
and then I'll go.
A place where you can just wait and go.
What do you think this is - a bus stop?!
What, are you on drugs or something? Yeah.
I should've figured this out. You look like hell.
Did you come up here to rob me? Is that what you were thinking?
Look, I'm in trouble. Somebody shot at me, OK?
Great. Now I've heard everything. Let's go.
Wait. Do you know what's going on tonight? Have you heard?
Listen, I am a very happily married man,
and I don't need your kind of trouble, so let's go.
Just a half an hour. No, wait. Please!
Who are you?
Take a walk.
What the hell's going on here?
I said, take a walk!
It's my room, damn it!
Hi. Remember me? I'm Detective Santoro.
I shoved you out of the way of that bullet.
Yeah. Can you please help me?
I need to get out of this building.
The first thing we're going to do is get you out of this room.
So you can calm down. We're going to have a little talk, OK?
This hotel sucks!
What's the problem?
Some guy just busted into my room.
What guy? Where?
Come on. I'll show you.
There I am, minding my own business,
writing a letter to my lovely wife,
and some guy just busts in.
She must have gone with him.
Hey, is that a silencer?
What did he look like?
Where are you going? What's the matter with you?
He's following me.
You're with me now. You're safe.
I'm your cop. I'm going to protect you. I'm going to serve you.
We got a very cosy little step here,
so why don't we just sit down? Calm down.
Take a deep breath. How's your arm?
Oh, it's fine. Thanks.
You're not going to die on me? No.
We can talk for a minute?
No, thank you.
Um, why'd you run away from me?
You know what? I don't know.
I don't know what I'm doing.
All right. I'm not interested in what you don't know.
What I'm interested in is what you do know.
I, er, I work at Powell Aircraft.
I put together the ballistics reports
we issue after weapons tests.
You're talking about missiles?
Right. Now, the newest missile, the air guard,
I've been tracking its results
for the past couple months, and they are perfect.
These tests are never perfect,
so I knew something was wrong,
but I didn't know who I could trust.
I sent an anonymous e-mail to Secretary Kirkland
telling him that I suspected
that these results were doctored.
He actually wrote me back, and he told me to get him proof.
Yesterday I got it, and I told him that I wanted
to give it to him in person.
He told me to bring it to the fight tonight.
WOMAN: Secretary Kirkland, welcome to Atlantic City.
Are you here on official business?
Not for a couple of hours. I'm just another fight fan.
JULIA, VOICE-OVER: I couldn't get near him
when they first came in. Powell was all over him.
The South Jersey worker we are interested in tonight
is the Atlantic City executioner!
So I decided to wait until the fight started,
and I had no idea where they were sitting,
so I went up top to get a better view.
RICK: All right. Hold it. Hold it. Stop right there.
This is Dunne you're talking about.
Naval uniform. Commander Kevin Dunne.
Talking with Rabat before he shoots Kirkland.
Yeah. I recognised him. I had just seen him come in.
Then you saw wrong. It wasn't Dunne. He could not be a part of it.
Will you just listen to the rest?
WOMAN: I'm sorry.
RICK: That seat is taken.
Oh, but you can sit here.
I'll just need one minute.
It's in the pocket.
Excuse me. Did you say something?
It's in the pocket.
So you've been writing to me.
Just look in the envelope, Mr Secretary.
What is it?
It's the satellite infrareds from yesterday's tests.
They gave me those.
They showed convergent impact.
Then they gave you doctored copies.
Make this good. Stand by.
Please just look for yourself.
OK. I need you to look at the heat flashes
here at the moment of impact.
Start the car.
But there's two every time.
The target blows up,
but the air guard never gets within ten metres of it.
Then why would the target blow up?
Because they rigged it, Mr Secretary.
They put on a fireworks display for you.
The air guard doesn't work, and the company knows the system doesn't work,
but they're pushing it through anyway.
I know what they're thinking -
we get it approved now, we say we're sorry, and we fix it later,
but I am telling you, you're the one that's going to be sorry.
Jesus Christ. Bert Powell is out of his mind.
If you deploy that weapons system and a war breaks out -
All right. I get the picture.
Don't make any plans for the next
six months, young lady.
You're going to be sending
some people to jail. Oh!
No. That's not what happened.
That's not what happened.
WOMAN: I'm sorry. I wish I didn't know any of this, either.
Who the hell do you think you are, lady?
Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong.
You're a number-cruncher.
Just crunch the goddamn numbers!
I was doing my job.
We were creating a defence system
that was supposed to save people's lives.
They're building the factory
in a disadvantaged part of the state.
This was a good thing to do.
"It was a good thing to do."
Jesus, somebody hands you a line, you just swallow it whole, don't you?
Just a little goody two-shoes.
Yeah. I believed in what we were doing,
and they corrupted it, so somebody had to speak up.
I mean, it's important.
Does it feel important now?
Did it feel important when the bullet hit?
I had no choice. I can't live with the blood
of innocent soldiers on me, OK? Whose side are you on?
An e-mail. You let them know you were coming.
They just sat back and waited for you to show your face.
I was careful. I waited till Powell left.
I didn't sit down till it was clear.
No. You sat down exactly when they wanted you to.
They opened the door,
and you walked on through right on cue.
They didn't miss him with that second shot. They missed you.
I thought I'd get fired, not...killed.
What do we do now?
Well, are you a cop, or aren't you?
I can't get past the men at the doors by myself,
but with you, I'd be fine. You just get me outside,
you don't have to think about me again.
I can take care of myself.
You did a hell of a job so far.
Look, I'm sorry if I -
Who gives a shit if you're sorry?!
What are you mad at me for?
Because I didn't have to know!
You decided to have this problem, not me!
My world would have gone on turning just fine,
but now either way I look,
I have to do something I don't want to do.
Do you understand what I'm saying? I do not want to do this!
How old are you?
Do-Do you have, er, family around here?
My mother in New York.
Do you have a husband?
Why are you asking me all this?
Kevin. Kevin Dunne.
You're positive he's the one you saw with Rabat
before the shots were fired?
Let me tell you a little something about Kevin Dunne.
You know him.
He is one of the most honourable dudes on the planet!
Yeah, I know him, and you could be wrong.
Yeah, you could. There were people rushing in front of you,
and you were nervous, and you were scared.
You could be wrong. Isn't it possible?
Isn't it so?
Yeah. Now that I think about it,
I think I could be wrong.
You remember, I told you that my glasses,
they had fallen off, and I couldn't quite focus.
I don't think it was him.
Your glasses didn't fall off till after the gunshots -
POWELL: What happened with the girl?
The cop shoved her out of the way,
and he's got her now somewhere.
You mean, your cop?
But it's all good, right?
Because you've said he's controllable.
Absolutely. He's only chasing this down
because he thinks it's a career opportunity.
Chasing it down? What? You said he'd sit back.
This doesn't sound like he's sitting back.
It sounds like he's conducting an active investigation,
a very dangerous investigation.
Kirkland died ten minutes ago.
Five minutes from now, I got to be on TV.
What is it? Yes or no? We got a goddamn Columbo running around loose?
No operation goes exactly as planned.
You don't panic.
You stay calm and tie up loose ends.
What do you think I've been doing for the last hour?
Jesus Christ! This is not the plan I invested in!
In the plan I bought, that prairie populist
who was criminally dismantling the entire armed forces goes down!
The disloyal employee, she goes down with him!
The fanatical terrorist, he takes the rap!
The air guard missile contract is approved,
and I-I get enough money to finish the goddamn Millennium!
It was a good plan!
No humiliation. No scandal. No prison!
We're still contained.
Once the girl is gone, it's only me...
and two men I trust.
Two? I thought there were four.
Did we have another acceptable loss?
I'm not on that list, am I?
We'll be safe in here.
I'm giving you a place to hide.
I don't want to hide. I want to get out, OK?
I'll be back in ten minutes,
take you out through the casino.
Where are you going?
Rick, the door is locked.
Rick, let me out, please!
Rick, please, just let me out, OK?
I'll get out on my own.
Come on. It's the five grand for letting me be the guy.
Oh. A little something extra here.
You're all heart, Rick.
MAN: I can't believe we got called out in this rain!
Sir, this entire area is now the site
of an FBI investigation. You'll have to leave.
Log in Santoro. He's AC police.
Here comes the pain, baby!
Here comes the pain!
Here comes the pain!
You're a bum, Lincoln Tyler!
How could you do - He's a bum!
WOMAN: Hi, Ricky! It's me!
Up here, sweetie! Over here, sweetie!
It's me - your lucky number.
My lucky number?
Aah! Aah! Aah!
CAMERAMAN: It's called the zero-gravity flying eye.
New camera. Got it in this morning.
So nobody knew you had it?
Well, I knew. It's remote control.
It floated all around the arena to get crowd reaction.
Let me see its tape.
I-I need to look at this part alone.
You're the man.
RICK: Oh, man.
KEVIN: They were specifically told
they couldn't have a camera up there.
Don't give me that wounded look.
You haven't got the face for it.
POWELL: I just received word
Secretary Charles Evans Kirkland is dead.
He passed away at 10:48 pm.
At this time, I'd like to extend my deepest sympathies
to the secretary's family...
and to the nation, to the people
that he so faithfully and proudly served.
I have something else to say.
To those that would try to bully us or to terrorise us,
to divert us from the causes
of peace and justice...
I want you to know that in spite of what's happened here tonight,
we are not deterred.
Production of the air guard missile system
will go ahead, in accordance
with Secretary Kirkland's wishes.
That's called the first draft of history.
It's going to hold.
Why did it have to be me?
Why did you want me next to him?
One - I needed a cop to back up my alibi.
I knew you could be bought if anything went wrong.
No offence, pal, but I never thought you'd get as far as you did.
You're my best friend.
You used me...
made me a sucker.
And that hurts me
because I would have done anything for you.
Then tell me where the girl is.
She didn't do nothing wrong. She was just trying
to save some guys' lives, soldiers, like you used to be.
Who the hell are you now, anyway?
Don't talk to me about soldiers.
What do you know about being a good soldier,
a guy who finds an envelope full of cash
in his squad car every Friday?
What do you think I've been doing for the last ten years?
Strutting on the boardwalk and picking up hookers?
When The Renville took that Iraqi missile hit below decks,
do you know what happened?
A hole ripped open in her bulkhead,
and the sea flooded in. We had 60 seconds
to maintain watertight integrity.
I had to go below and give the order to dog the hatches.
That meant the 28 men that were still
in the main engine space were trapped.
You ever listen to a man drowning?
They don't die quietly.
Those men deserved a decent point-defence system.
The air guard is it.
Yeah, it has glitches,
but you don't abandon the whole system
because of a few bugs. You fix it.
Charles Kirkland was a politician -
a baby-kisser, not a soldier -
and when the political winds said cut defence spending,
he started playing political games with real soldiers' lives.
He forced Powell into an early test.
He positioned the system to fail
because he didn't want to pay for it. So we pay!
We need the air guard,
and that girl is in the way now, Rick.
Just - Just tell me where she is.
All right, Rick.
Pick a number.
How much is it going to take for you to look the other way
like you have all your life?
300 grand? 500?
A million dollars?
One million. A million bucks.
You hit the jackpot here.
All you have to do is cash in the ticket.
Don't you think Angela would like a few nice things
for once in her life?
Don't you think she deserves them?
QUIETLY: I never killed nobody.
I said I never killed nobody.
You won't have to. She's my problem.
You just tell me where she is.
You'll never hear another word about her.
One million dollars.
Kevin, that's a whole shitload of money, but...
I can't do it.
Kevin, you just pulled a gun on me.
Goddamn it. I'm under a lot of pressure here, all right?
Just take the money.
Please, Rick. You're all alone on this.
What about Tyler?
Yeah. If he talked to me,
he'll talk to somebody else.
KEVIN: Lincoln and I
have come to an understanding.
You got nothing, kiddo.
The house wins.
Now, where is she?
KEVIN: Don't make it so he can't talk.
Why don't you at least try, man?
RICK: That's not a punch.
Come on, girlie-man!
Show me what you got, champ! This is the champ?
Look, why don't you just shut up, man? This will go a lot easier.
Sounds like three broken ribs to me.
What is this - a heroic stand?
You're the wrong guy for it, Rick.
You'll be all alone in the spotlight,
and guys like you can't stand up to that light.
You'll burn up under it.
The press starts looking for dirt on you -
and they will - it will be a mudslide.
Forget about your job, your sweet life in Margate.
Start thinking about jail!
Your girlfriend will be gone, too,
at the first sign of trouble,
but not before she has a little chat with Angela,
so say goodbye to your wife, too!
Twice a month with Michael won't be so bad,
if you can get him to spend the night in your shitty apartment!
You will lose it all, my friend -
And your whole connected life will fall the hell apart.
Is that what you want?
All you got to do is be consistent, for Christ's sake.
Do what you always do. Take the money!
You want to be a hero? You want to do something for your country?
Then tell me where the girl is!
If it was anybody but me, you'd be dead.
I'll be back in half an hour.
THUNDER AND RAIN
LOGAN: Wow. This is great stuff.
You know, we could sell this to local.
Who could we get outside for a stand-up?
Package is on the boardwalk.
KEVIN: Needs pickup at the Millennium entrance.
Goddamn it! Shit!
I'd like to know what I did wrong to get all the shit assignments!
Just roll so we can get out of here!
In 5, 4,
Well, it looks like tropical storm Jezebel
just may be a hurricane after all.
We're live on the boardwalk.
As you can see behind me,
the huge metal globe that is the emblem
of the Powell Millennium lies shattered.
Oh, Anthea, you look great, hon.
Wait. Could you get any closer to the globe?
This is an extremely hazardous -
The police emergency unit should -
I think I see their truck.
Tell her to unlock the door and come out.
I won't tell her to unlock it.
Get out of the way!
ANTHEA: The police are here
and are waving us off the boardwalk.
She's all yours.
What the hell is that?
KEVIN: Goddamn it, Rick! I don't want to kill you!
JULIA HAMMERING AND GRUNTING
Put the gun down!
On the ground right now!
Lower your gun now, sir!
No. Wait. Wait a minute. Wait!
KEVIN: I'm with DOD! Listen to me!
Put the gun down!
This - This woman is a suspect!
We'll be forced to fire!
No! She's a suspect, goddamn it!
I am Commander Kevin Dunne,
and this woman is a threat
to the security of the United States!
Rick, tell them!
Please! For god's sake!
Tell them what we got here!
Ain't no "we," Kevin.
You got snake eyes.
Put the gun down, sir!
POLICEMAN: Drop the gun, sir!
Put the gun down. Now put it on the ground!
Put the gun down!
Sir, please, look at me. You need to pay attention!
Now, put the gun on the floor, sir!
Sir, put the gun down!
Please! We know who you are!
No! Don't move!
Take your hand off the handle!
Back away from the door slowly and turn around!
Slowly back up!
We need to take the gun away!
Put your hands where I can see them!
Sir, please! Please put it down on the ground right now!
Get a paramedic quick!
Call for a paramedic now!
Get this camera out of here!
REPORTER: Today in Brighton Park,
Richard Santoro -
Atlantic City's new police hero -
received a special valour award for heroism
from mayor Frank Sanchini.
The mayor extended the public's thanks to Santoro
for his lifesaving efforts on behalf of Julia Costello,
the Powell Aircraft researcher
who exposed the deadly conspiracy
that led to the assassination
of defence secretary Charles Kirkland.
MAN: Hey, Rick! Over here!
REPORTER: Hero cop Richard Santoro
took a well-deserved break from police work today
with his son.
Meanwhile, the air guard investigation
continued in Washington,
and Gilbert Powell announced more firings at Powell Aircraft
as he cleans house in the wake of the assassination.
MAN: There he is.
REPORTER: Richard Santoro's moment in the public eye
produced an unexpected backlash this week
as allegations of corruption swirled around him.
Whoa, whoa. Would you back off?
MAN: Mr Santoro, there's been some -
Out! I'm Ricky, all right? Come on!
Some allegations of bribery coming out of the mayor's office.
Could you - Could you comment on those?
And what about the cocaine?
Cocaine my ass!
REPORTER: Santoro was unwilling to comment
on the reports which have come from numerous sources,
both in the police department and elsewhere.
We're waiting here
outside the Atlantic County Superior Court
for Richard Santoro, who's just been indicted
on charges stemming from incidents that have been -
Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, Rick!
Could you stop - Mr Santoro!
Mr Santoro, could you comment on this indictment, sir?
Whoa! What are you trying to do, kill me?
Yeah, nice going, Al.
Hey, that's what hard hats are for!
A reporter told me where to find you.
I came twice before, but you were out.
I've had a lot of social engagements lately.
Yeah. I was surprised you stayed in town.
I thought you'd want to move away.
Actually, I'm going to be spending some time upstate.
I keep dreaming I'm back in that tunnel...
only in my dream I drown.
I wonder what they would have said about me then.
You didn't have to do what you did,
and I know what it cost you, and if it helps, I -
Don't try to make a hero out of me. It won't fit.
If I hadn't put a face to you,
things probably would have gone a whole lot different.
But they didn't.
I testified this morning at the air guard hearings.
Yeah, how did it go?
Very well, I think. The whole system is being dumped.
The company's being completely restructured.
There are going to be all sorts of indictments
up and down the administration, and...
things have really changed.
I know you may not want to see it right now,
but it's true.
It's going to be so different
in Atlantic City. Ha ha ha!
You know, they say back 200, 300 years ago,
pirates put phoney lighthouses
right out by those big rocks -
right out there.
Ships would set a course by the lights
and crash on the rocks.
Then everybody would go out and rob them blind.
Only one thing's changed since then.
Lights are brighter.
There's worse things to be.
How old are you?
You have family around here?
You got a wife?
She ran away.
Well, she ran away, too.
Well, it could have been worse.
They could have run away with each other.
Ha ha ha! Uh, yeah.
maybe in about 12 to 18 months from now,
I'll give you a call.
Yeah. I'd like that.
Oh, what the hell.
At least I got to be on TV.
MAN: Let's go. Get back to work.
We got to get this done.
Come on, everybody up. Let's go. Come on.
MEREDITH BROOKS: _ In this town of pain _
_ You could be the lucky one _
_ Fate turns on a dime _
_ The only thing _
_ That will change _
_ Are the lights _
_ And they get brighter _
_ They replace the sun _
_ Out the door you get burned _
_ And there is no way back in _
_ You got nothin' _
_ Snake eyes _
_ The house always wins _
_ A drowning man _
_ Does not die silently _
_ You can feel the final warning _
_ And the black money follows _
_ Through the veins of the shallow _
_ Change the name _
_ To protect the guilty _
_ You'll never leave Sin City _
_ Just one kiss from the shadow _
_ Will be the touch _
_ Of an angel _
_ Just one kiss _
_ Is all that you need _
_ If you never leave _
_ Sin City _
_ You'll never leave Sin City _
_ You'll never leave Sin City..._
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Fast-paced thriller in which a wheeler-dealer cop becomes entangled in a complex assassination conspiracy at an Atlantic City casino.
Joining his old friend, a straight-laced naval officer, on what should be routine bodyguard duty for a politician at a boxing match, the cop gets more than he bargained for when the politician is assassinated.