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Sh*t!

Son of a b*tch!

Whack him!

Sh*t!

- Freeze!

- Hey!

Hands on your head!

- Gentlemen. Nathan Wesley, FBI.

- Morning.

- Special Agents Stuart and Daniels.

- Hello.

This is a local murder case.

Who called the Feds?

Carl Chang was the chief middleman

in the supply of heroin

to the Chicago Mafia.

- Who's this kid?

- Name is Jake Lo. Student, art major.

- We wanna see him.

- This way.

He's the only one who saw what went down.

Father was career army, deceased.

Army intelligence.

He was attached to the Beijing embassy

in '89 when the sh*t went down,

Medal of Honor, taught

the martial arts at Langley.

Wing chun, kung fu, mui tai.

Great. More cops.

- We're FBI. I'm Special Agent Wesley.

- Cops in suits.

You wanna take a look at the mug books?

Help us out!

You know what I think?

Maybe this is the guy that did it.

- The guy that did it needed a gun.

- Put that thing down!

- Hey, hey! Take it easy.

- Shut up, Frank!

Now look in the goddamn books.

- He's not in the books.

- What makes you so sure?

Look. Look.

Serrano.

- That's who shot Chang?

- Friend of yours?

This is our break.

How about giving Jake some space?

Cigarette?

In 48 hours, the grand jury

shuts down a three-year investigation...

into the Chicago branch of La Cosa Nostra,

of which Antonio Serrano is the boss.

- Great. Keep the picture.

- Serrano must've taken this awful personal.

I'll bet he hasn't pulled

a trigger himself in 15 years.

That's right.

And you, my friend, were there to see it.

You're our prize witness.

Look, all I wanted to do was clear myself.

If I'm not under arrest, I'm going home.

You'll be under 24-hour FBI protection.

A weekend in Chicago,

first-class air, hotel.

- No way!

- You'll cooperate...

or I'll bury your ass in charges

you can't even spell.

What charges?

How about assault and battery,

obstruction of justice, manslaughter?

What judge is gonna buy that?

My judge.

Think it over, Jake.

You wanna make the right decision here.

That's blackmail.

That...

is law enforcement

Where are they keepin' him?

Yeah?

He's broke.

All his guys are in the pen. He's weak.

Tau to Chang to Serrano.

Around the Horn.

And last night somebody

took Chang out of the game

- What does that tell you?

- Eliminate the middleman.

Somebody's going into business for

themselves. Something's coming down.

My guy at the airport just called.

Well, Detective Withers,

my intelligence officer.

Lay some intelligence

on me, will you?

You used to be on top

of things, Lieutenant

- What have you got?

- A witness.

And he's right here in Chicago.

- Who, what, and where?

- Some kid, just flew in from LA.

- Who's got him?

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