hordes will control the streets,
and life as we know it will end.
I don't want Willis.
I want Beck.
Senator's coming to announce
he's running for president.
He's gotten some threats.
You don't want some ass
blowing him away.
Ed, Willis is a better man now.
He's been with Beck
for over a year.
Give him another shot.
Send Beck to my office, John.
Lieutenant Masterson.
Yeah, I'm Masterson.
Who are you?
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI.
What can I do for you?
I'm following a suspect.
I need some local
law enforcement help.
I spoke with your captain.
He assigned me
a Detective Thomas Beck.
All right.
Beck. This is agent
Lloyd Gallagher, FBI, Seattle.
You'll be working with him
the next few days.
I'm in the middle of a case.
Am I supposed to drop this?
Doesn't anybody
say please anymore?
Please.
Oh. How can I refuse?
You can't.
Bureau's getting them younger
every day now.
Must get them
right out of high school.
Don't put it on my desk.
Do not put that on my desk.
Give me a break.
I haven't seen my wife
in a month.
She's fine.
I was with her last night.
She said to say hello.
Sends you a big kiss.
She's getting fat.
Yeah, a beer belly or something.
So who we looking for,
public enemy number one?
His name is Jack DeVries.
- Stockbroker?
- Right.
How long you been after him?
About a month.
A month, huh?
Why don't you go
buy yourself a drink?
Why?
He's in the hospital.
He's dying.
- Which hospital?
- St. Joseph's.
First and Main.
He ain't going anywhere.
What's your hurry?
Clear.
Still no rhythm.
Can you feel a pulse?
Nothing.
OK. Let's try it again.
Clear.
Doctor, are you OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.
What happened?
I don't know.
Doctor.
I got one patient
dead on the floor.
Are you saying
a man in his condition...
walked the hell out of here?
He left when I went after you.
What do you mean?
Can I help you?
FBI.
Mr. Miller has an extremely
bad stomach condition.
Severe gastritis.
His heart deteriorated
to where we had to schedule...
a triple bypass.
Yesterday afternoon
he had a massive coronary...
but today it was as if he just...
Got up and walked out.
I can't really explain it...
but I know that's not the man
you're looking for.
Jonathan Miller would never
do anything to break the law.
He's a very kind,
honest gentleman.
Grandpa!
What are you,
stupid or something?
I'm talking to you, wank.
I said I'm...
I'm going to kill you.
Asshole.
Beck, we should get started.
On what?
I got a news flash for you...
DeVries is dead.
Who's this,
public enemy number two?
His name is Jonathan P. Miller.
I need to find him.
Get away. Do not put that...
Beck, it wasn't funny
the first time.
This better be good.
Quite the desperado.
Still handing out
the death penalty...
for unpaid traffic tickets?
I don't do traffic tickets.
You got a body at a record shop
on Melrose and Stanley.
What is it, a full moon?
How's it going, Sarge?
Hey, Frankie, how's it going?
You check the back room?
Yeah. It's clear.
What have we got here?
Hey, Beck, there's a witness.
Apparently she came in
right after it happened.
She got a good look at the guy.
Where is she?
Right here.
Yeah. He was carrying a radio.
What are you doing here?
I'm checking on a couple
of traffic tickets.
Come here.
Sanchez, call the coroner.
See if he can come
sometime today.
That way over there.
How tall would you say he was?
What does this
have to do with you?
You're out of line.
The guy you want is dead.
Your job is done.
I suggest you take
the next flight to Seattle.
How we doing here?
Hey, Sarge.
What do you think?
Is this him?
It's him.
Brem, print this
and circulate it.
Put out a felony warrant
on Jonathan P. Miller...
armed and dangerous.
Shall we get started?
You have that picture of Miller?
Use this instead.
How did you know about Miller?
He worked with DeVries.
Pulling illegal U-turns?
He didn't have a record
till two weeks ago.
Long before