ENGLlSHNo questions about the layout, right?
No questions.
Let's go over this shit again.
They got a small dinger on the door.
I'll get 'em to open it.
Then me and Levine go in. Giolito
and Pederson, block this door.
OK? Rondell and Leppert,
hit the back door.
No problem. It's a piece of cake.
McKee and Cline, you're outside
in case we get some jump-outs...
- Foley.
- Excuse me a sec.
Where in the hell is SWAT?
- Boss, I cancelled the SWAT team.
- You what?
I wouldn't raid
a church bingo game without SWAT.
These guys are carjackers.
They're mechanics.
We don't need SWAT
blowing holes in my evidence.
Besides, they might shoot somebody.
Let's do this.
This is your operation. I'm just
an observer, but I'll be watching.
Just observe how I don't have
to use SWAT, and trust me.
Everybody's ready?
Nobody need to take a nervous piss?
Let's mount up.
This is Dick Burton.
We've got 55 degrees this morning.
Here's Diana Ross and the Supremes,
Come See About Me.
What are you doing?
Bobby, they're here.
Any trouble with the hijack?
- Right where you said.
- Piece of cake.
- Anybody hurt?
- No.
Good. I don't like to see
people unnecessarily injured.
Nobody got hurt, boss.
- Keys?
- Ain't yours till we see money.
I just want to look in the back.
- Where's our money?
- Pay him.
You think we should have used SWAT?
- Fuck SWAT.
- That's what I say. Fuck SWAT.
- Some guy. What should I do?
- Kill him.
How you doing? Is this the illegal
chop shop where they chop up cars?
I got my wife's Buick. I want it
chopped, the bitch ain't been right.
Go, go, go!
Go!
They got fucking machineguns.
- You said they had no guns!
- They must have changed their view.
Get the 12-gauge.
We should've called SWAT.
Police! Hands in the air!
Move it! Go! Go!
What the...?
Daniel, come on!
Cover me. I'm going in with Todd.
Axel, you on a coffee break?
Go get that son of a bitch.
Boss. Hey, man! Shit!
We got a tail.
Wax that clown.
God damn it!
Help me, man.
Police officer!
Trying to catch a killer. Move it!
- Get out of my way! I'm a cop!
- Take it easy.
Get the fuck out of here,
all right?
Thank you. My name's Steve Fulbright.
Could I see some ID, please?
I am a Detroit police officer.
My name is Axel... Where's my shit?
I'm a police officer chasing
a killer who's getting away now.
- We know.
- You know what?
We know.
What's happened is you're in the
middle of a federal investigation.
What, income tax? The fucking guy
just shot a police officer!
It's very important
he not be apprehended at this time.
We want to know where he's going
and who he's selling it to.
- It's drugs?
- We're not DEA.
We appreciate
your co-operation on this.
I checked with Washington,
Fulbright's kosher.
He's working
on something classified.
If they want these guys loose
we should close the investigation.
Fuck them. I want the man
that killed Todd. What you got?
Not a hell of a lot.
The dead mechanics were executed.
Only one was strapped,
he was still holstered.
The bodies of the shooters
had 30,000 cash.
- High-price heat.
- San Diego drivers' licenses.
San Diego PD's sheet says enforcers
for hire for Tijuana drug dealers.
It's about drugs?
An attachй case had a towel from
the Wonder World Hotel, California.
Wonder World? Did you check out
that car they shot Todd from?
Rental from the airport.
The renter's a Dr Oliver Hirsch.
- A stolen ID?
- Yeah.
Doctor said it was lifted
while in an amusement park.
- I hope the park was Wonder World.
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
- Wonder World.
I understand
that you were with him at the end.
Yeah. His last words were about you.
That does not sound
like my Douglas, Axel. Try again.
Actually, his last words were,
"Axel, are you on a coffee break?
Go and get that son of a bitch."
Those were his last words.
- That sounds like my Douglas.
- It sounds like a good idea, too.
Hello, I'm looking
for Billy Rosewood.
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