Please!
Shit!
My God. Look!
- Are you all right?
- l'm OK, just don't let go.
All units near Wonder World,
proceed to assist
in emergency rescue.
You see this rope? We're gonna
slide down it to the ground.
- We are?
- We're gonna try.
Come up and hold on to my neck.
Come on. lt's OK.
You gonna grab onto my neck really
tight. Come on. Hold on really tight.
Not too tight!
Give me your hand.
Come on. None of that.
Give me your hand. Come on. lt's OK.
Come on.
Hang on tight!
Come on. Come on up.
Our head of security confirmed your
identity with the Detroit police.
But neither they nor l...
..understand what
you're doing at Wonder World.
l'm investigating a crime.
l've been here 10 minutes
and l've already been shot at.
Yes. Some of our
guest relations people, you said.
Miss Perkins is here
with the surveillance tapes.
Send her right in.
This starts in The Spider
maintenance tunnel.
There l am,
coming down the tunnel.
- What is that?
- Tracking. The monitors are looped.
- l don't see any gunmen, Mr Foley.
- So who was l shooting at?
You better think about a lawyer.
The tapes don't show your gunman.
They don't show something else,
Mr Foley's courage when the ride
malfunctioned. He risked his life.
They don't show that.
That would be very impressive,
if you didn't cause the malfunction.
- Mr DeWald.
- Send him in.
Mr Foley, Mr DeWald.
You fuck! Motherfucker...
That's him!
That's the fucking guy
l'm looking for!
What's going on here?
He shot a Detroit police officer
last weekend!
Last weekend? l was at my
beach house in Laguna last weekend.
Your beach home in Laguna?
Wait. l think l got the wrong guy.
l'm sorry.
This is a big misunderstanding.
You were at your beach...
Fuck! Beach house in Laguna!
You motherfucker!
- Miss Bruce, call the police.
- They just walked in.
- That guy! That's the killer!
- Ellis DeWald?
We really appreciate this, Ellis.
Your friend is lucky Mr Sanderson
doesn't want any publicity.
You just keep him and his delusions
out of my face and out of my park.
No problem. You got it. By the way,
are we still on for Sunday?
Bring your money, sucker.
All right. When you have
some time, l'd like to...
Not right now. Later, perhaps.
Thanks.
Here we go.
Thank you.
And the usual for you, Billy.
- Thanks a lot.
- lsn't it possible you're mistaken?
That Ellis DeWald
just resembles Todd's killer?
l made the guy in Detroit.
lt was DeWald.
He's the head of the largest private
police department in California.
He works with us, with the governor's
office. Everybody loves him.
He's getting an award from the
Association of Security Agencies.
lt's understandable
that you're distraught
and looking for justice,
not to mention revenge.
But isn't it just possible
that you want it so much
that you saw your killer in a man
who bore a slight resemblance?
We run into this
all the time in police work.
- Where's he getting that award?
- Don't!
Flint, your friend DeWald is foul.
l know he's foul,
and l'm going to this awards show
to put some pressure on him.
Maybe panic him
into doing something stupid.
Axel, if you go
to that dinner tonight...
- l'm going with you.
- Pick me up at the Sunset Motel.
Freeze, motherfucker!
- Detective Foley?
- You're Uncle Dave!
Oh, my God. l almost shot Uncle Dave!
l'm so embarrassed. l'm sorry.
Nice to meet you! Uncle Dave!
The front desk let us in.
l hope that's OK.
No, it's fine. lt's Uncle Dave!
Uncle Dave! Have a seat.
- Thank you.
- l was such a fan of yours.
- Thank you, son.
- Uncle Dave...
You're very kind. Detective Foley,
what's going on at my park?
- There's something going on?
- l have no doubts.
- What?
- l have no doubts,
nor do l have any ideas.
Exactly two weeks ago,
Detective Foley,
Roger Fry, the park's
chief operating officer...
and my friend, disappeared.
Roger Fry designed the park, from the
landscaping to the concession stands.
- What do you