- We're going to keep her.
- Trust me.
If you mess with us, I'll put holes
in her you never even thought of.
- Ganz, please.
- Don't fuck up.
Rosie!
- Hey, Algren, need any back up?
- No, you make me nervous.
Your wife makes you nervous.
The radio said you had something on.
A guy named Polson
had his credit cards lifted.
One of Polson's cards rented
that green coupe over there.
It's just a laugher?
It was a kid with a switchblade.
- Well, you guys are experts.
- We don't need any big artillery.
I'm just trying to help out.
I love to watch pros work.
- I don't need your help.
- You can come in.
Stake out the lobby.
How's the car running?
- How's the wife?
- Mean as a snake.
You guys were in last week.
I'm not supposed to be hassled.
- We just want to search a room.
- Not unless you've got a warrant.
- You should've been a lawyer.
- What the shit is this?
- We're looking for a Mr Polson.
- Room 27.
- Okay, get it over with.
- Is he alone?
A couple of girls went up.
- You guys be careful.
- And you stake out the lobby.
- I'll let you handle it, Al.
- Thank you.
This isn't exactly
my life's ambition.
It's a part-time thing. I've got a
kid who's staying with his granny.
You don't want to hear personal
stuff. Are you listening to me?
Did you hear a goddamn word I said?
How much money have you got left?
Hi, Liz. It's me.
What's going on?
Nothing, just a couple of cops.
How was your date?
You've got to stop
sitting still for that kind of shit.
Ask who it is. Right?
- Who is it?
- Police, open up.
- Open up, right now.
- Keep stalling.
Hang on,
I've got to put something on.
When I tell you to jump,
you jump.
Call for help now!
Operator?
Jack, there are two of them.
Stay here.
- Operator...
- Drop the phone, lady.
Let me go.
Billy, bring her out.
He ain't going to shoot.
Come on.
Shut up.
My God!
No!
You, toss me that piece,
and he won't waste him.
Jack, don't give them the gun.
Don't do it!
Don't do that for me.
Get the car.
Nice gun.
- What happened?
- Read the report.
Two cops get blown away
by a credit card booster?
- Those guys were good cops.
- They fucked up.
That's what you say,
that's what you always say.
- We're always fucking up.
- The truth hurts.
- It don't figure.
- Can I borrow a piece?
When somebody steals your gun
you usually file a report.
Two cops died
because you fucked up.
That isn't going to bring them back.
Cates, I want to see you right away.
Do you read me?
I hear you. Your voice carries.
Five minutes.
There's a lot of people
getting shot with 44s lately.
People must be getting
mad about something.
- You're an accessory to murder.
- Give me a break.
His real name is Albert Ganz.
He's from back East,
but did an armed robbery out here.
He broke out of prison
a couple of days ago.
A real animal. Read this.
Did he give you a return match,
or didn't he like the merchandise?
- Fuck you.
- I'll take a rain check.
This is from the first weapon
Ganz used.
It's a perfect match,
but it's not from the Walden Hotel.
It was fired six hours earlier.
We found him on a park bench.
There are some bad people out there.
If there weren't,
what the hell would we have to do?
He took me down, then he put on
the tv. Then you people arrived.
That's it, but I think he's going
to give you guys a hard time.
He likes shooting cops
a lot more than getting laid.
This is his stuff from the hotel.
The big guy's room was empty.
A speedloader.
This guy's got a 44 like yours.
- He's serious about his artillery.
- Here's the files.
- Billy Bear.
- He's worked with Ganz before.
- Who's this guy?
- Henry Wong. He worked with them.
Kehoe, come here.
I want to show you something.
- Tell me, same guy?
- Dick Fucking Tracy.
- Any of these guys still around?
- One of them is in the slammer.
- Get in here, Cates.
- Yeah!
Goddamn speedloader! Kehoe.
I want to be left alone on this one.
There's an