dinner.
l'm not doing any lineup...
and there ain't jack shit
you can do about it!
l've been after Crisp
for four years...
and she's letting
my key witness walk away?
Kimble, sit down!
Sit down.
- Sit.
- Sit.
Now listen to me.
He killed your boyfriend.
All you have to do
is point your finger...
and we can put him away
for 30 years.
He wasn't my boyfriend.
l hardly knew the guy.
l know you're in there.
l know what you want,
but you ain't getting it.
No lineup, no testimony.
So shove your handcuffs
up your ass!
Now let me out of here!
Slow down!
Open it and let me out!
O'Hara, meet Kimble.
Kimble's been on this
a long time.
Hi.
Let me take care of Cindy.
She'll make Crisp.
l guarantee it.
What are you going to do...
handcuff her to your car
and take her for a ride?
l'm not going to offer
to cook her dinner.
Kimble, hold on a second. l--
Difficult man.
Got to get to know him.
Oh, l can't wait.
Hey, baby.
What you mean, ''Hey, baby''?
їDтnde vas?
Shit!
Oh, excuse me.
l forgot to introduce myself.
My name is John Kimble...
and l love my car.
l'll keep an eye
on it for you.
You got a beautiful ride.
Shit. Who does
he think he is?
He's lucky l didn't
kick his ass.
Open up.
You can't come in.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
All right...
party's over.
Everyone go home.
Next time, my place.
So who are you, man?
Shit!
l'm the party-pooper.
Hi, Cindy.
Do you mind if l sit down?
No.
Sit down, man.
Oh, it's so nice
to see you again.
What are you doing here,
you asshole?
Cindy, l don't like you
using foul language...
not a classy girl
like you.
Don't you have
anything better to do?
You don't understand.
l have nothing else to do...
and l have nowhere else to go.
Why are you staring
at me like that?
l like you, Cindy.
l'm going to be
around you a lot--
days, nights,
weekends, holidays.
No.
No, you can't.
Yes, l can.
l'm going to
hang out with you
until the end of time.
All right, move it in. Let's go.
Step onto the numbers.
Face front.
Everybody, hands to your side.
That's the creep.
Who?
Number five.
That's him.
Good.
Very good.
Mr. Crisp, you will be
remanded into custody
until your trial.
Bailiff, remove the prisoner.
Shh. Don't say anything.
Just take it easy.
l'll take care of it.
Trust me.
You know what to do?
l'm your mother, aren't l?
Mind if l talk
to my friend a little bit?
l'm not talking to anybody
without my lawyer.
He's right in here.
You give me the names
of your drug suppliers
and distributors...
and l'll tell the judge
what a nice, cooperative killer
you are.
You think the jury's
going to convict me
on the testimony
of that junkie?
You could be right.
But what about your wife?
You remember her?
All that hard-earned drug money
she stole from you?
How much was it...
§3 million?
l bet she would make
a much better witness.
Kimble, you've wasted years
chasing after me...
and what has it
gotten you, hmm?
Nothing.
l'll be out in a week...
and you'll still be
eating take-out food
in that dump you live in.
Yeah, l know all
about you, Kimble.
Without me, you wouldn't
even have a life.
My old lady left
'cause of the money.
Yours left because she just
couldn't stand the sight of you.
l've never seen anyone
so little
eat so much.
Yeah, l know.
l'm hypoglycemic.
lf l don't eat regularly...
l get a little nuts.
So... where you from?
Austria.
How long you been a cop?
l been a cop for 12 years.
My father was a cop...
my brother was a cop...
my mother was a cop's wife.
And l have no hobbies.
You two are booked on the first
flight to Portland tomorrow.
Locate Crisp's wife
and offer her immunity
in exchange for
her testimony against him.
No offense to O'Hallahan...
but this is my case,
and l work alone.
He works alone.
Not anymore.
She's going in undercover
as a substitute
kindergarten teacher.
Not exactly a job for you.
l used to be a teacher.
We'll be fine.
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