03x12 - T.K.O.

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I’m talking
about this stain.

They’ll make me
pay for this shirt.

Could you get
this stain out?

I don’t do stains.

Put your jacket on,
nobody will notice.

We could have taken
my car, but no...

Yeah, we could
have taken your car.

Ah, invitations.

Uh, invitation...

It will be
a good time.

Excuse me.

I think I left it
in the car.

It’s okay.

You must be
Chris Lorenzo.

Danny’s told me
about you.

You must be
Ellen Barkley.

Rita, this is
Ellen Barkley.

She’s Danny’s manager

and one of the only women
in the fight game.

He’ll be excited
to see you.

I was looking for Ellen.

Forget Ellen.

You found the hidden treasure.

It’s not going to happen.

Bastard!

Rita:
Oh, thank you.

Congratulations
on your success, Ellen.

I’m sure it
hasn’t been easy.

It’s funny.

When Mr. Tarlow bought
Danny’s contract

and signed me as his manager

the fight world
questioned his sanity.

When we agreed to fight
"dead meat" Dominguez

they questioned
mine, too.

They said it’d
be a miracle

if Danny survives
the first round.

Chris Lorenzo,
champ.

I’m honored.

Rita, this is
mack Briggs

the ex-light heavyweight
champion of the world.

He’s training
Danny.

Nice to meet you.

Hey!

What’s up?

You look good.

I finally feel
comfortable in this mob.

Chris:
Good to see you.

And would you
look at this?

Hi.

Doesn’t it bother you

watching him
paw her, daddy?

You bought me

my first set
of boxing gloves.

I am coaching
junior hoops

and every time
this kid shows up

somebody leaves
with a black eye.

It didn’t take
a rocket scientist

to figure out
that maybe

basketball wasn’t
his sport.

Keep away from her!

You think I don’t see

what’s going on?

Back off!

Come on, Mr. Tarlow.

Save it, save it.

You dirty...!

Nobody’s going
to win here.

Chris:
That’s good
with the onions

and the hot sauce, Raoul.

Oh, I love the smell
of napalm in the morning.

You done with
the sports section, captain?

Does it look
like I’m done?

What is that smell?

That’s it. I’m finished.

I’m getting heartburn
just looking at you.

Man does not live
by cottage cheese alone.

This man does.

There’s a nice feature
on your friend Danny Newlin.

They’re doing it.

They are not doing it.

They’re doing it,
Chris.

Trust me on this.

Women know these things.

Women know these things.

I left my decoder ring home
this morning.

What are you
taking about?

Danny and his lady manager

are having
a fling.

It was a nasty scene
last night.

There is
nothing going on.

Tarlow was drunk.

If she’s putting herself up
against the kid

she’s really stupid.

Rupert tarlow is worth millions.

Club fighters come very cheap.

You’re going to die, die.

I don’t want to see that.

Man:
This is Al Alberts

at the estate of sports tycoon
Rupert tarlow.

Rupert tarlow recently took over

the management
of cruiserweight Danny Newlin

a relative newcomer
in the professional ranks.

Newlin’s record may be short,
but it’s impressive--

eight fights, eight wins,
seven by knockout.

Next week he goes into the ring

against top-ranked
Delino "dead meat" Dominguez.

Although most experts
consider this

little more
than a tune-up

in Dominguez’s march
towards the WBF Title.

But the real
story today

has nothing to do
with that match-up.

Seated to my right
is Ellen Barkley.

Ms. Barkley,
you are not only

the most attractive
promoter in boxing today

but you have scored
quite a coup

promoting a nationally
televised fight

your first time
out of the box.

We’re really excited
about this fight...

Tarlow:
She’s some piece
of work, isn’t she?

I can’t tell you

how proud I am

of this remarkable
young woman.

Last year, she was my gofer--

go for coffee,
go for doughnuts.

But look at her now.

You proud of yourself?

You humiliated me
out there.

Join the club.

Everyone is talking
about you and Newlin.

You’re the one talking about it.

Every time a man looks at me

you think he’s
getting in my pants.

Everything’s going
to hell with this deal.

Mack:
Rupert?

Come in, mack.

Mack’s got an idea.

I think it’s
a pretty good one.

Since Dominguez
has a strong left

we ought to get
a heavyweight

for these last sessions.

I checked it out

and Marcus Delray’s
available.

And he’s
a southpaw, too.

How much would Delray cost?

Maybe four,
five thousand.

I’m not throwing

any more money
down this hole.

It’s small change
if Danny wins.

If he wins.

( Chuckling )

He’s going to get
beaten to a pulp.

And I want to enjoy
every minute.

You got what you wanted.

You’re famous-- TV, newspapers.

I’m tired
of picking up the tab.

This joke’s gotten
too damn expensive.

Come on, mack,
let’s go.

Look, there’s nothing going on
between me and Danny.

Rupert, please.

Just let me
do my job.

You are no longer authorized
to make any decisions

without
my personal approval.

We’ve got a contract.

Which you’ve been violating
for some time.

Don’t push me,
Ellen.

Now, get out!

Come on, Danny.

Up on your toes.

¡No mas!

Where did we get this guy?

( Imitating Bruce Lee )

You know, Lorenzo...

You punch like a girl.

Oh, yeah?

I am the champion!

Danny:
Okay, Bruce.

Cotton, what you doing here?

Hey, Chris, buddy.

You’re putting
your life

in your hands
with "nuclear" Newlin.

What are you doing here?

Massages.

Have the best hands
in the business.

You got
the lightest fingers.

Danny, watch
your wallet.

That hurt, Chris.

Rubdown, Danny?

Sounds good.

( Door shuts )

Yo, mack.

I got
to talk to you

about the boss lady.

Excuse me.

All right, cotton,
me and you.

Okay, ready?

What’s wrong, mack?

Just out of a job is all.

Your boyfriend fired me.

That’s a joke, right?

I’ll k*ll
the son of a bitch!

I need this guy.

If it wasn’t
for mack, I...

If that’s the way
he wants to play it

I’m out of here.

Danny, wait.

Don’t turn your back
on this, Danny.

You worked too hard
to get here.

Okay?

Riggs is
already gone.

Fired him
an hour ago.

He turned the kid around.

That doesn’t mean newlin’s got
a chance against Dominguez.

You’re very confident, Rupy.

But if Dominguez doesn’t get
a sh*t at the title

my people will be out

$ million.

Hey, damn you!

It’s milk.

It’s good for you.

I thought maybe
you dozed off.

But you did hear me, didn’t you?

Confident people

have a tendency of being lazy.

Aah...

Ellen:
I know how you feel.

Put that out of your mind.

You got to stay
focused.

It’s k*lling me
seeing you with him.

Knowing
he’s touching you.

Sweetheart, it’s
just as hard for me.

Not much longer, okay?

I promise.

I’ll tell him as soon
as the fight’s over.

I want you
to tell him now.

Ellen:
Oh, that’s it... yeah.

I’ll k*ll you!

( Groans )

You’re going
to k*ll him.

He’s going
to cancel the fight.

Get out of here.

Well, either they got

some high, nasty doorknobs
around here

or somebody popped him
a couple of good sh*ts.

Yeah.

No ligature marks
around the neck.

Doesn’t look like
there’s any blood
in the pool.

Well, his shoes aren’t scuffed

so he wasn’t
dragged out here.

He comes out here,
gets in a scuffle, gets hit

goes into the pool

and he drowns.

Yeah, maybe.

But look at this.

No sign of a fight.

Patio furniture’s
all nice and neat.

And we got this.

Hmm.

Martinis for one.

Poolside,
no second glass.

Can you bag this
for us, please?

Well, maybe his guest

took his glass
home with him.

You got Danny pegged
for this, don’t you?

No, but look
at his face.

You think a woman
would punch him

and make him
look like that?

"Him" does not
necessarily mean Danny.

Yeah, but he is
the first person

that comes to mind,
isn’t he?

All right, Larry,
I got it, thanks.

I wish I could say
I was happy to see you.

I know this is
difficult for you.

I got a couple
questions to ask.

You found him?

Yeah, um... we had
a fight last night.

I left.

I spent the night
at a hotel.

I found him
this morning.

What’d you fight about?

Danny-- what else?

Was Danny here?

Um... no.

All right.

I need the name of the hotel

and anybody who might be able
to verify your story

anybody who
saw you there.

Bag these sheets
for me, will you, Greg?

I want every surface
in here dusted, you guys.

You ever tear up a bed
like that just sleeping?

Ellen said she stayed
at a hotel last night.

Yeah, so who’s been
sleeping in her bed?

That’s a good question.

( Grunting )

How’s it going, Danny?

Okay.

You hear what happened?

Tarlow? Yeah, I heard.

Well?

What’s going on, man?

What, you think
I k*lled him?

No... but I got
to find out who did.

That’s why
they pay me.

Yeah, right.

When’s the last time

you saw mack Briggs?

Yesterday.

He cleaned out
his stuff and split.

Right after he got
canned-- you seen him.

He seemed pretty
fired up.

He tell you
where he was going?

Now you think
Mack’s a k*ller?

Mack wouldn’t
hurt anybody.

Come on, Danny,
make this easy, all right?

Where were you
last night?

Talk to me, Danny.

Where were you?

I was here, man,
all right?

I was here.

I took a steam,
watched some tapes.

I went back to the hotel
about midnight.

Anybody see you?

Maybe, I don’t know.

Somebody worked tarlow over
last night--

somebody who knew
what they were doing.

Yeah, glad to hear it.

You’re pulling up
with your right-- why?

Come on, Danny.

This is Dominguez--
he just dropped his left.

Hit him!

Hit him, Danny!

( Groans )

What’d you do
to your hand, man?

It’s sore, that’s all.

I’ve been sparring a lot.

You know...

Of all the people

I thought you believed
in me, man.

I do, Danny.

I got to see your hand.

You want to see my hand?

Get a warrant, cop.

Woman:
Can I get you
something, detective?

Coffee, juice,
club soda?

No.

So, I suppose you want to know
where I was last night.

Yes, I would.

I was at a charity function
in town.

I’ll write down the details
for you.

A lot of people
saw me

and I wrote a check
with lots of zeros in it

so I’m sure
they’ll remember me.

Do you mind
if I change?

I have a lunch appointment.

No, that would be great.

So, uh, were you
and your father close?

Depends on what you mean.

We had our differences.

For a few years
we weren’t even speaking.

People say
I’m a lot like him.

What do you think?

You an only child?

Sole heir,
if that’s what you mean.

What about Ellen Barkley?

What about her?

Well, she’s your
father’s fiancee.

After their
marriage...

Am I missing something here?

You don’t know my father.

He had more fiancees
than he could keep track of.

He liked women.

How many times
was your father married?

Just once.

He got all the benefits
of marriage being engaged

for the cost
of a ring.

Then after he got tired of them

he’d go find himself
a new fiancee

usually women my age--

actresses,
models, dancers.

And most of the time

he’d pay them off
and they’d leave quietly.

But not Ellen.

Zip me up, please?

You think Ellen
k*lled him?

Do you?

( Zipper closing )

Chris:
Ellen could have paid off

that desk clerk
to alibi her.

But the
garage records

show her car
there all night.

It could
have happened.

Tarlow has
a lousy track record

with his fiancees.

Ellen stood
to lose millions.

You are trying like hell

to get the jacket
to fit her, partner.

Danny slips right into it.

He doesn’t have an alibi.

He’s got motive, opportunity,
a history of physical v*olence.

He threatened the guy

hours
before he d*ed.

Donovan can practically
mail this in.

You don’t think he did it.

Not with the biggest sh*t
of his life a week away.

He’s not stupid.

All right, so how many names do
we have left on our scorecard?

Lorrie tarlow?

With her father
marrying Ellen

she might be
in second position

for the family fortune.

No, her alibi checked out.

Mack Briggs is still out there.

Nobody can find him.

Getting fired’s
pretty thin for motive.

Ellen is still
our best sh*t.

I wish that were true.

We both know
who our best sh*t is.

( Sighs ):
Yeah.

Hello, the doctor
can see you now.

"We tried and tried

but we just couldn’t
get out the stains."

What a job, huh?

I would love
that kind of easy out:

"Hey, we tried and tried.

We just couldn’t
solve the m*rder."

Yeah, but I’m afraid
this is one m*rder

we can solve,
Lorenzo.

There was a one-rounder
in that bedroom

with your boy
in the middle of it.

His prints
are everywhere.

Damn.

We get a semen sample;
My money says

it’s an exact match
to the stains on the sheets.

Tarlow finds Danny
in bed with Ellen.

They go outside
and have a fight.

Kid punches
his lights out.

Tarlow falls
into the pool

and drowns.

What about the pitcher
by the pool?

Yeah, so, what about it?

He catches Danny
tagging his fiancee

invites him out to the pool

for a Martini?

They never would have

made it out to the pool.

Wow!

That is fascinating, detective.

But a case it neither makes
nor breaks.

No telling how long
that booze was there.

Lab get any other prints?

Just the Barkley woman.

Your kid’s going down
for the count.

You want me to send
somebody else, I will.

No.

No, I got it.

( Grunting )

Hold on a second.

Danny, ease up.

You’re hurting this guy.

( Grunting )

That’s what
I said

but he doesn’t want to cancel.

He doesn’t even want
to postpone.

Hey, look, I got
to call you back, all right?

Danny, that’s enough!

Danny.

Danny, come on.

Shh, shh, shh.

Hey, go grab
a shower, man.

We got into it, all right?

He caught you
in bed

with Ellen, didn’t he?

No, it was over him f*ring mack,
I told you.

You told me
you weren’t there, Danny.

All right...

How about I give you a paper cup

you give us a sample,
we see if it matches?

I want a lawyer.

Now.

Danny, you know what happens

when a professional pops
someone out of the ring.

That guy had it coming.

The way he treated mack?

No respect.

I couldn’t let that slide.

I... I need some coffee.

How about you?

Uh... yeah.

Absolutely.

Okay.

I’ll buy that you and Ellen
were just friends.

But what I really
want to know is

who was she moaning
and groaning with

when Rupert walked in?

You should have seen
that bed, man.

It was wet,
the sheets were everywhere.

She must have been
some wild piece of a...

Careful, Danny.

That’s your bad hand.

How long has this
been going on?

Couple of months.

Neither one of us
meant for it to happen.

She’s the best thing
in my life, man.

I know.

Can’t see her get hurt.

Was tarlow alive
when you left?

Wait a minute.

You think she k*lled him,
don’t you?

No.

Then why you covering
for her, Danny?

He was alive when you left,
wasn’t he?

I got nothing more
to say to you, man.

Take him back down.

So?

He’s taking the fall
for her.

If we can find
another good suspect

he won’t have to.

Rupert tarlow
certainly had enemies.

Yeah.

( Groaning )

Okay, k*ller, take five.

( Panting )

Please.

Hey, Chris.

Cotton, I thought
you were a rubdown man.

I need one myself.

Manager’s got me
working with the guys

giving them some tips.

So, how’s Danny?

Damn shame.

Yeah-- no comment at
this time.

Looks like
you got him.

I guess there’s not
going to be a fight.

If you’re pinning him
for m*rder

I guess
the fight’s off.

Why all the interest,
cotton?

Last time I saw you

you were working
for Donnie dogs.

Now you turn up here.

You’re up to something.

Whatever do you mean?

I haven’t seen Donnie.

He’s handling the books
on this fight

and sent you in
to spy.

You know what
has been bugging me

is trying to figure

why tarlow would fire
Danny’s trainer

right before the fight

like he wanted him
to lose.

There’s a fix on this
fight, isn’t there?

You got me
mystified, Chris.

You got me mys...

I’m not playing games
here, cotton.

This fight was fixed,
wasn’t it?

Tarlow promotions
is a syndicate--

a bunch of investors
getting together

and buying up franchises.

Racehorses, that kind of thing.

This syndicate owns
Danny Newlin.

It also owns
"dead meat" Dominguez.

So they can’t lose.

They can
lose big.

Dominguez has a sh*t
at the title.

We’re talking big bucks.

The Newlin thing
is just a warm-up.

Don’t touch that ignition.

It’s just
a warm-up

unless Danny
beats Dominguez.

Then Dominguez is just another
bum, the title sh*t is off

and the syndicate is
out millions of dollars.

So, Donnie dogs--

he’s a player
in this syndicate?

Small change.

The dude calling all the sh*ts
is named Kurt fielding.

He’s %
of the operation.

Thanks, cotton.

Hey, does this mean
you owe me one?

No.

Rita:
Hello, Ellen.

Hey, Rita.

So, um...

Here you go.

Thanks.

Looks like my lawyers
will have Danny out

by this afternoon.

You going to charge him?

Well, if he’s charged,
he stays.

There’s no bail
on m*rder charges.

What, a fight,
a guy drowns--

seems it’s more
manslaughter

maybe even self-defense.

You’ve got this
all figured out, don’t you?

That the package
you sold Danny?

What are you
talking about?

Danny admitted tarlow
found the two of you

in bed together,
that he hit him.

Whose idea was it
to drown him, anyway?

Look, he was alive,
all right?

When Danny left
and when I left.

He was sitting right
out here by the pool

k*lling the pain
in his gin.

He told me to get out
and not to come back.

Look... Danny and I...

Were an accident.

We just... we fell in love.

Were you in love
with Rupert tarlow?

No.

I knew him too well, you know?

He wasn’t a very nice man.

But you knew
what he could do for you

so you were willing to fake it.

Look, I’m not proud of it,
all right?

I wasn’t going to marry Rupert.

I would have told him
when the fight was over.

Once you were established
in the fight game.

Yes, I used him.

But he used me.

I was his "assistant."

I’m the one who got him
interested in fighting

in the first place.

I went out and scouted talent
for months.

And then I found Danny.

You know, I was a m*llitary brat.

My father was in the marines.

He was top-ranked middleweight
at Pendleton.

I used to love
to watch him fight.

He would have
gone pro

but he d*ed before he got
the chance, in Vietnam.

But Danny’s
a lot like him.

He’s tough,
stubborn, he’s raw.

And Danny
needed me.

Rupert tarlow
didn’t need anyone.

You said you left
about :.

Coroner put the time
of death about midnight.

Danny could have come back,
you know.

No, Rita.

You don’t know him like I do.

In the heat of the anger,
it might have happened.

But he’s not
cold and calculating.

That’s Rupert,
not Danny.

Lipschitz:
Hey, Lorenzo,
tell me something.

What is this called?

Well, that would be
a bagel, sir.

Wrong.

I don’t know
what the hell it is

but it definitely
is not a bagel.

If it ever was a bagel,
it d*ed a long time ago

which explains
the body bag.

Why did I ever
leave New York?

Rita:
Chris!

Ha-ha, there
you are.

What, you win the lottery?

No, but I think
Danny just did.

Yes.

What?

Yes.

What?

Do you hear that?

It’s the people V. Danny Newlin
falling apart.

Have a look at that.

Hmm... all right.

Let him walk.

Just keep
a tight leash.

Thanks, cap.

Here’s Newlin.

All right.

Thanks, Kenny.

You’re interrupting my workout.

What do you want?

Tarlow’s bruises were
a couple of hours old

at the time of death.

So?

So?

The medical examiner says

he could have been alive
when you left.

Meaning what?

Meaning you’re free to go.

See you.

Hey.

I had to have confirmation.

( Door shuts )

Danny?

Danny?

Mack:
Less arm, more body.

Like this.

( Laughing )

Mack, we been looking
everywhere for you, man.

I heard.

I also heard Danny’s free.

So here I am.

Now, we got a fight
to attend to.

That’s great.

So, you back
on board?

You damn right.

The hotel said they haven’t
seen him since last night.

Ellen hasn’t seen him.

I’ll tell him
you’re looking for him.

All right, I’d appreciate it.

Thanks, champ.

You make this happen for him.

I will.

I know you will.

Thanks.

Take it easy.

Less arm.

Yeah, more body.

( Laughs )

( Door opens )

Chris, you forget something?

( Gasping )

( Coughing )

You made a big mistake
coming back here.

Bad judgment.

A man has to pay
for his mistakes.

( Groans )

( Bat thudding, mack groaning )

Okay, you got to get
some sleep, okay?

You got
a busy day tomorrow.

I want you up
doing roadwork at dawn

then we got
the interview at :.

I wish you’d come
on the show with me.

Sweetie, I’ve got
too many details to handle

before I leave
for Vegas.

Besides,
you’ll do fine.

Everybody thought you were
going to pull out of this fight

whenever all this
went down.

I’m full of surprises.

( Laughing )

Yes, you are.

Mmm.

Well, we’re on the wrong end
of to one here

which is exactly
where we want to be.

Mm-hmm.

Well, don’t worry.

I’m honored to be
dead meat’s next meal.

( Snarls )

( Laughing )

Get in the car.

What’s this
about, fielding?

Want a drink?

Aah, all
business

huh, kid?

I like that.

Good, then let’s talk
some business.

The fight game is not
like any other sports

where usually
the best team wins.

In the fight game, it’s, uh...
It’s a matter

of arranging
things

maintaining
control.

Rupert tarlow
didn’t understand that.

Do you?

You want me to lay down
for Dominguez, is that it?

You’re quick.

You see how quick he gets it?

( Chuckling )

It’s so easy.

But Rupert tarlow let
his personal feelings

cloud his business judgment.

He wanted to see you hurt.

That meant more to him
than the money.

You want to know
who really k*lled Rupert tarlow?

I’m going to
give you a hint.

It was a woman.

You know, your girlfriend--

Ellen Barkley.

Oh!

Listen, listen,
he liked her

and he wanted
to make her happy

so he gave her a present.

You.

Then he lost
control.

He couldn’t guarantee me
that you wouldn’t be a problem.

Big mistake.

Don’t make the
same mistake, Danny.

( Sighing )

If you’re still standing
at the end of round two

she won’t be.

It’s up
to you, Danny.

Her life or death,
it’s your call.

Rita:
Uh, no, Michael, actually...

I’m busy Friday night.

Yeah.

Actually, the rest
of the weekend’s

pretty jammed up, too.

Yeah.

Listen, I got to go, okay?

No, I got to go.

Okay, yeah, I promise.

Bye.

Uh, that Michael O’hare?

Uh-huh, yeah.

You guys were ready
to pick out furniture

then you give him the boot.

Well, things weren’t going
too well.

Underneath that
charming, boyish smile

beats the heart
of a horny lounge lizard.

His scales were
really starting to show.

I knew it.

See, the second you told me
he loved to dance.

I never trust a guy
who loves to dance

or a woman who doesn’t.

How charming.

Another Lorenzoism gleaned
from a cave painting.

Could we just
get back

to the matter at hand here?

We’ve got a m*rder
open on our plate.

Yeah.

Needle pegs on Kurt fielding.

All right, now...

Fielding owns
"dead meat" Dominguez.

Dominguez makes dead meat
out of Danny

he gets a sh*t at the title,
and with ancillary rights

Fielding’s looking
at making , million bucks.

So, if Danny wins,
or even if he does well

that means
the whole title bout is off.

But...

Why does fielding k*ll tarlow?

Because tarlow couldn’t
guarantee the fight.

Fielding wanted tarlow
to get Danny to take a dive.

Yeah... hmm.

Danny wouldn’t play.

Not a chance
in hell.

Fielding kills tarlow
and tries pinning it on Danny.

A canceled fight
cuts his losses.

Now all we got to do
is build a case.

Oh, this is the part
of the job I really hate.

I’m due for a pretrial
with Donovan.

I’ll be back
in a couple of hours.

Okay, I will get
the ball rolling on this.

See you.

Hey, cap.

I caught some air squawk
about mack Briggs.

Somebody found him
in a gutter at west palm.

They called it a mugging--
I think it’s serious.

Who did this
to you, mack?

Who did this?

Okay, get him in.

Get the door.

This is Sean O’grady reporting
from Murph’s gym in palm beach.

My guest this morning
will be Danny Newlin

who’s at the center
of the controversy

surrounding the recent death
of Rupert tarlow.

But the real question that’s
on the boxing world’s mind

is this:

Can Newlin,
already a huge underdog

maintain his concentration
and his focus for the big fight

coming up next week?

Danny:
Listen, Ellen, are you okay?

Ellen:
I’m fine.

You want to tell me
who all these guys are outside?

Insurance.

Against what?

Danny, what’s going on?

Look, Kurt fielding and I had
a little talk last night.

He wants me to throw the fight.

What?

This is serious, Ellen.

He k*lled Rupert, or
he had him k*lled, I don’t know.

You’re not going
to do it, are you?

You don’t understand.

Yes, I do.

What, Kurt fielding said
he was going to hurt me?

That’s why you got
these guys here?

Yeah.

Look, Danny...

We’ve come this far.

We’re not
backing down now, okay?

Are you sure you’re okay?

I’m fine.

Look, I’ll see you
at the gym, okay?

Chris:
Danny!

What’s wrong?

Fielding got mack.

But he left town.

He came back last night
to surprise you.

Fielding must have been
waiting for him outside the gym.

Is he going to make it?

I don’t know.

He’s b*at up pretty bad.

Danny, you know
he’s sending you a message

don’t you?

Oh, my god-- Ellen!

No answer.

You know, her machine
should have picked up.

Line must be dead.

This is unit .

We got a possible
kidnapping in progress

at Oceanview drive.

Suspects are armed
and dangerous.

Police dispatcher:
Ten-four, unit .

Look, Danny, what came
between us, man, I’m sorry.

It’s this job--
sometimes...

Sometimes I can’t
go with my heart.

You understand that?

Don’t worry about it.

Stay in the car.

No way, man, I’m going with you.

( Tires screeching )

That’s him.

He’s got her!

( Siren blares )

Let her go!

Freeze!

All right,
fielding, let her go.

You let her
go now

unless you want
to be next.

Let her go.

Chris:
Come here, up against the car.

Put the g*n
on the hood.

Let’s go.

Where is he?

Don’t worry, hon,
he’ll be here.

Well?
Well?

Doctor won’t let him travel.

Man, what am I going
to do without mack?

Nothing, he’s got a TV.

We will be
in constant contact with him.

You’re going?

Yes, I am.

As long as
he’s got cable.

We’ve got to
talk about this.

No, the flight leaves
in minutes.

Rita:
You can’t
just take off.

I got
sick time.

So, what am I supposed to do?

Come with us, I got connections,
I’ll get you a good seat.

What am I supposed
to tell Captain Lipschitz?

Tell Captain Lipschitz to watch
the fight next Tuesday night.

Pow!