piece.
He shot. I shot back.
Have the lab boys go over every inch of
this place. If there's a gun here I want it.
- See you around, Jack.
- Yeah.
Reggie Hammond.
You must be a real dangerous convict.
- You made me miss, cop.
- You're looking good, Reggie.
I ain't seen you in years.
We were friends.
- I'm sorry. I've been busy.
- Me, too.
What are you doing here?
You even got a new haircut.
- Times change.
- You lost a couple of pounds.
I quit drinking.
Have you come to tell me
my sentence got increased?
No, you're still getting out tomorrow,
and we've got a little job to do.
When I get out of here,
give me my money and walk away.
I played that cop shit once
and it don't work.
If you don't help me, I'm not ever
gonna give you your money back.
- You're fucking with me?
- No.
I gave you that money in good faith.
I trusted you.
- Now you're telling me I can't have it?
- Now you've got the picture, convict.
- You screwed up this time, Hammond.
- It was self-defense.
I served two years for a crime I did.
I never denied that.
But I've just done five years
for a robbery I didn't do.
- Murderers do less time than me.
- Put him in isolation.
Open up.
Roxanne!
You don't have to put on the red light
those days are over
don't sell your body to the night... 
Tequila... The bottle.
- Do you guys want anything?
- Whiskey.
Mr. Price, the man is distressed.
That mess out in the desert makes him
wonder if your boys can finish the job.
Not to worry.
Real pros? Not from where I'm sitting.
Don't get the heat all jacked up
when you're doing a job.
If you want to be an outlaw,
there ain't no rules.
- Is that your philosophy?
- We're the only real Americans left.
We believe in freedom.
We live the way folks used to.
Before big cities, lawyers, computers
with your name in them. Free!
The rest of you
are just a bunch of fucking slaves.
That's real interesting, Mr. Price.
Maybe you should run for office.
I'm supposed to tell you
to take precautions.
Your backup
got barbecued at a racetrack.
- You know what to do with that?
- No problem here, friend.
- I used to be a Marine.
- I guess that figures.
If you have any trouble, come to me.
You know the number.
Hey, come here.
You got the wrong girl.
I don't do that.
Come on.
My friend and I just came into town.
We're looking for a whore that works
here. Her name's Angel.
She's dancing up in North Beach.
- How about you?
- I'm getting tired of this. Let go!
- I'll call the cops.
- Go ahead, call them.
Let's hit the road, boys.
Come on, Cherry.
In the matter of the shooting
at Hunter's Point Raceway -
- of Arthur Brock,
resident of San Francisco, -
- the review board has
carefully examined the evidence -
- and determined that the officer
in question, Inspector Jack Cates, -
- had insufficient probable cause.
In view of the ongoing investigation
by the Internal Affairs Division, -
- this review board's ruling is that
the shooting was a wrongful action.
They landed on you hard.
You'll be prosecuted for manslaughter.
I wish they'd found that gun.
I'm sorry, Jack. I'm just doing my job.
Your profile reads: "An obsessed cop
with a record of stepping over the line. "
It's quite likely the DA will choose
to prosecute you on third degree.
- In other words, you're screwed.
- Unless I find the Iceman.
- Give it up, Jack.
- Jesus Christ, you sound like Wilson.
We're talking about facts here.
You've got no leads.
This is manslaughter.
Protect yourself.
Hammond, let's go.
It's a big day for you today.
- Just get me out of here.
- Yeah, yeah.
Reggie.
- Come here.
- Excuse me.
You will keep your promise?
Everything is cool.
That white cop that was here,
is he a problem?
No!
I promise you, everything is cool.
But it might take
a little longer than I said it would.
Don't bullshit me.
Get that money and keep your word.
I kept you alive in this rat hole
for five