save your ass.
- That guy is a cop. It's a set-up.
They got the wrong guy,
don't they, Cruise?
Hello, Jack.
It's Christmas here, Willie.
We can take them all.
That's the Iceman!
Pretty good, Jack.
You always were a smart cop.
- I really didn't want to believe it.
- Sorry to let you down, Jack.
All I want is the Iceman.
You two, take the money and leave.
- Nobody is leaving with my money.
- Money?. I want the fucking Iceman.
Get the fuck out of the way.
Fuck!
- Somebody help me!
- Shut up!
Let go of me.
You fucking bitch!
You set me up, Ben.
You never ran that shit through NCIC.
You had Cruise
pick up the gun at the track.
I needed leverage on you.
You were getting close.
Jack, we can work this out,
just let me out of here.
You're a disgrace, Ben.
There's nothing worse than a bad cop.
Thank you for a very pleasant day!
I've got no car, no money
and now I've got this
dope man's Uzi by my temple.
This is Jack's day. Why don't you
let Jack shoot me? Shoot me, Jack!
Coming through.
Oh, Jack, I can't believe
you shot me. This shit hurts.
I told you to buy a bullet-proof vest.
You did real good, Reggie.
The doc says you'll be fine.
I guess I'm a pretty good shot.
- You're gonna have to take it easy.
- I'm sorry he was your friend.
He wasn't my friend. You're my friend.
Besides, I had to save my partner.
I got this off the Iceman.
It's 500 grand. I'll meet you
at the hospital, and we'll talk about it.
Here, hold this for me.
(SIREN)
Synched for 29.97fps by Psolord(GR)Do you want to have a beer
while you're waiting?
Can you hear me, mister?
I'll take the bottle.
Howdy, boys. What can I do for you?
- Brewskies.
- You got it.
There you go.
50 now, 50 more when you're done.
- How many?
- Just one.
- Another cop?
- No, he's a friend of yours.
You're gonna like this job.
He was in my brother's gang.
First he dropped a dime on him...
Then he ratted him to the cop
that blew him away.
- I'll go in. You want a coke?
- Yeah, diet.
We're on Simmons Road off Route 14.
I need wants and warrants
on motorcycle registrations.
First: California. 6D84S9.
Second plate...
- Tom.
- It's nice to see you.
Willie Hickock, right here.
Cherry Ganz.
Do I know you guys?
- Who are you calling, friend?
- I wasn't calling no one.
- Somehow I don't believe you.
- God, no!
$100,000. 50,000 now.
Iceman is a generous guy.
I don't like hundreds.
What kind of shit is this?
This is the guy. We want him dead.
Yeah, whatever. No problem.
Police! Freeze!
Move a step apart. I don't want anybody
to get hurt here, so move slow.
Shit!
Here come the cops,
get out of here!
- You really toasted that guy.
- I just shot him. I didn't toast him!
Calm down. We'll find the gun.
We've got to do this together.
I checked the guy's locker.
He works at the track.
50 bucks in his wallet,
sunglasses and some keys.
- We still haven't found his gun.
- Shit!
Cates took down one of the locals.
A slug hit one of the gas pumps.
He burned the bad guy to a crisp.
Jack claims it was a righteous shoot.
I hate these IAD scumbags.
Blake Wilson, Internal Affairs.
I'm always running into you, Jack.
Give us a minute, fellas.
- What did you do now?
- I was on a stakeout.
- I was real close to nailing...
- The Iceman, right?
I'm getting real close.
I'll nail these guys.
Every case that you can't solve
you pin on the Iceman.
The biggest dealer in the Bay Area.
No prints, no description.
You're the only one
who believes he exists.
I'll let you in on a secret.
There is no Iceman.
Let's get back to the cold facts.
What the hell happened here?
I saw an exchange. I moved in.
He shot. I shot back.
- You got the bad guy's gun?
- It's got to be in the ashes.
- Cruise, what have you got?
- Some burnt metal off the pump.
- No gun?
- No, no gun.
A cop is a guy,
and a guy sometimes steps on his dick.
Do you think maybe
you were pushing too hard?
Did you step on your dick?
He had a