earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The Lord bless him,
keep him.
The Lord make his face
to shine upon him...
and be gracious upon him.

- Harry!
- Waste him!
Harry, I didn't know it was you.
That's all right.
- Go on and get out of here.
- I'm gonna get the ambulance for you.
It'll come.
Now you go on, beat it.
If the cops take you
and I don't make it...
you'll be years
explaining this.
Harry, don't die.
- It's not over.
- Then go on.
Go on, get out of here.
Beat it.
- I'll see you soon, okay? I'll see you.
- Go on!

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Saving your ass.
Okay. Pack whatever
you can't live without.
Go to the Rock Falls Airport
and charter a plane.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
To do what an old friend
asked me to do...
knock 'em dead.

Did I mention the pit?
Yeah, that's the gravel pit.
It's owned by Patrovita.
You get an invitation,
don't go.
Bustirrocks is only some
of what goes on out there.
 
We got company.
Which way?
I don't see nothir.
I can't get no 
Satisfaction 
I can't get no
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
I can't get no
When I'm drivirin my car 
And a man
comes on the radio
He's telling me
more and more 
- About some useless information
- Billy, outside! Let's go!
Supposed to fire
my imagination 
I can't get no 
No, no, no
Hey, hey, hey 
That's what I say 
I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no 
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
I can't get no
When I'm watchir my TV
And a man
comes on and tells me
How white my shirts
can be 
But he can't be a man
'Cause he doesn't smoke
the same...


What exactly happened here
is unclear.
Police speculate, based on the amount
of heroin and money found on the scene...
this may be the result
of a brewing mob war.
Mob war my ass!
Brenner!
We don't know where
the son of a bitch is.
Let's hope
he's not alive.
From the looks of that mess,
I'd say he was dead.
I think he's right.
Don't think, pray!
If he's still alive,
you're not!
Oh, shit!
- Let's get him before he gets us! The elevators!
- Give me an extra clip.
You! Stick around.
Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it!
Eh?



What?
-
- Move!
Get down!
Shit!
He got me!
Oh, shit!

Come on.!
Come on.!

Fuck!
Damn it!
Oh, damn it!
- Come on!
- Get the son of a bitch!
Come on, man.!
Just you and me.!
Come on.!
Show yourself!
- Now what?
- Call the cops.
- What?
- Call the fucking cops!

For God's sakes, let it...


Kaminski?
This must be what they mean
by "poetic justice."
This is... isn't what you think.
I'm with the government.
I set every one
of these guys up, and...
So, back with the bureau, huh?
I didn't know that.
It's, uh...
You know, that whole thing
was such a mistake. You and I...
Because of you,
a lot of people are dead.
And now it's your turn.
No. No.
Resign or be prosecuted.
Any way you want it.
Excuse me.
We're coming through.
- Pardon me.
- 
-
- Shit!
All right.
Careful. Careful. Watch it.
- Okay, Lenny.
- They said you got room for one more, right?
- Watch your back.
- What do you think Baxter was doing here?
Until I know different,
I gotta assume our leak's just been plugged.
- Pardon the pun.
- What the hell you think happened here?
I think somebody
got very pissed off.
- Who?
- I got a good idea.
Baker, just got a location on the car.
- Give it to me.
- A 1979 Oldsmobile
registered to Luigi Patrovita...
moving south on Route 84.
- Should they intercept?
- No. Negative.
- Tell them to track him.
Keep me up on where he is.
- Ten-four.
Where are you