beer?.
- Maybe later.
- Got a bunch of messages, Frank.
- Thanks, Joe.
- Yeah?
- We gotHammond.
- Good. Is he dead yet?
- There's a change in plans.
- Killing one of us wasn't in the deal.
- What is this shit?
You wanthim dead,
we want 500 G's.
For doing one of the Brotherhood.
500,000 orHammond fingers you.
There's a place in Modesto...
You want more money, pick
a place indoors, with lots of people.
Some guy named Burroughs,
looks just like the guy you were after.
They found him dead in the Mission.
Here's his sheet. It's a mile long.
I circulated this guy's picture here
and got nothing.
That's funny,
Cruise busted him last July.
Cates, even though there's
no love lost between us, it hurts me
to see a man throw away his career.
Let's let bygones be bygones.
I'm looking for the Cage Club,
the upstairs part.
Fifth floor.
You've got to join. 50 bucks.
You don't look too happy, Reg.
Sorry. Look me up later
and I'll buy you a drink.
Where's Hammond?
- Who's the girl?
- Just somebody he was with.
500 G's, right?
Now, let's check the merchandise.
Take him out behind the building and
blow him away. Shoot both of them.
What's this guy doing here?
That guy ain't the Iceman.
- You're just trying to 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)Do you want to have a beer
while you're waiting?
BARTENDER:
Can you hear me, mister?.
I'll take the bottle.
Howdy, boys. What can I do you for?.
- 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.
- How're you doing? Nice to see you.
Willie Hickock, right here.
Cherry Ganz, officer.
Do I know you guys?
- Who are you calling, friend?
- I wasn't calling anybody.
- Somehow I don't believe you.
- Oh, 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. The balance is due
when he's dusted. We want him dead.
Yeah, whatever. No problem.
Police! Freeze!
Move apart. I don't want anybody
to get hurt here, so move slow.
Shit!
Here come the cops,
get the hell out of here!
- You really toasted that guy.
- I