Doesn't work on human flesh.
Hey, open up the door, man.
He's from outer space.
Nobody knows it. It's crazy.
Something's going on.
Dude's from outer space.
Seal this off.
Get back in there.
Back.
Cover me.
You go low.
On three.
One... two... three.
- Freeze!
- Don't shoot!
Don't move!
Freeze!
- Is it him?
- No.
Beck, what's going on?
- Is he dead?
- Yeah.
What's the hell is going on?
Did anybody leave this room?
I don't know.
Willis. He said
he was going to get a medic.
Beck, who did this to Masterson?
- Not Willis.
- I'm sorry.
I think we better find him.
Senator Holt.
What about
the Admiral Gray appointment?
Where?
Jesus Christ.
And the free lunch program...
Freeze!
Don't move!
Hold it right there.
Beck. LAPD.
Who the hell's he?
Gallagher. FBI.
It's OK.
He's one of mine.
What are you doing?
Code red. Code red.
Sir, there may be an assassin.
We'll take you
out the back entrance.
Detective Willis...
I've got orders
to disarm and detain you.
Sure.
Get out of here now!
All right. In here!
Move it! Move!
Back against the wall now.
Freeze!
Oh, shit.
They're in the kitchen.
Shit.
Jim, stay with Beck.
Charlie, go with me.
Three-L-ten, requesting
medical attention.
I got two downed officers here.
Freeze! Drop it!
Both of you in the closet, now!
Who are you?
Who are you, God damn it?
What do you want?
Let's get the senator
out of here.
All right.
Everybody move.
Get him out of here.
Watch that guy.
Uniform, seal this off.
Hey, you can't go through here.
Did we get him?
Question.
Was any motive established
for why Detective Willis...
would want to assassinate
Senator Holt?
Lieutenant Flynn?
The depart...
the department is conducting
an investigation...
but at this time
we have no motive.
Question.
Yes, sir.
Senator, do you still intend
to run for president?
The senator will discuss
his campaign plans...
after he has had
adequate time...
to fully reflect
on the situation.
I want to be president.
What's that, Senator?
I want to be president.
Gallagher. FBI.
Mm-hmm.
What's in the bag?
Security equipment.
Open it up.
All right. Go!
Freeze!
Hold it! Freeze!
Look!
Mommy, is Daddy
going to be all right?
You know, your daddy
loves you very much.
Mom, take her
out of here, please.
Nurse!
Get a gurney.
Get an orderly. Stat!Drop it!
Freeze!
Get down behind something.
Somebody get the police!
Get down! Go!
He went that way
in a black Ferrari. Go!
Suspect is heading...
Look out!
Now in pursuit.
Wilshire at Parkview...
Suspect is currently...
Stop! Oh, my God!
Yeah, that's him, all right.
That's Jack.
Real nice man.
Kind of quiet.
Real gentleman.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Oh, I haven't seen him in...
about a week.
What did he do, rob a bank?
Tom, we've got to move.
They've got DeVries.
High-speed pursuit,
West Hollywood.
Thanks.
Phillips.
Let's go.
Yes, sir.
All right, Johnson,
back here with me.
Watch your ass, guys.
Hey, Beck.
How many units
you got in pursuit, Sandy?
Two.
How long?
I wouldn't go for coffee.
There he is.
Give me that.
Tommy, come on!
Mr. DeVries' condition
is deteriorating.
We'll have to move him
back to intensive care.
Think he'll make it, doc?
With all the trauma,
it's a miracle he's still alive.
I doubt he'll last the night.
Good.
Keep us up to date,
will you, doc?
Detective Beck.
No one deserves
to die like that.
I don't care
what the man's done.
He killed twelve people,
wounded twenty-three more...
stole six cars,
mostly Ferraris...
robbed eight banks,
six supermarkets...
four jewelry stores,
and a candy shop.
Six people he carved
with a butcher knife.
Two of them were kids.
If anybody deserves
to go that way...
it sure in the hell was him.
Look, Ed,
Tom Beck is the best I've got.
If I give him to you,
I'll never get him back.
My department will crumble...
crime will run rampant...
the city will fall into ruin...