Alex Cross

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Is this how you wanna die?

Hold it right there! Drop it!

Freeze!!

Hold on, guys.

She's tryin' t'say something. What is it?

- Thank you.

- Ah, you're welcome, Honey.

It's gonna be okay, you're safe now, right?

C'mon, let's get outta here.

- How's she holdin' up?

- She's alive, that's better than the others.

Hey.

- Hey, Moni, so what's with that kneecap shot?

- Up yours!

It's like working with

sixth graders with you two.

- I'll see you later.

- All right, Man.

All Clear. Let 'im through.

Okay, Pop Pop, you got

ten minutes, all right.

My, my, my! Look at all o' dat.

It's got the sky and maybe concrete.

There's a lotta stars

outside o' prison, Pop.

Take a seat, let's finish our game.

Pop, you know I know that

you didn't kill those two people.

Right, you the head shrinker.

But you ain't shrinkin' nutin' o' mine.

I said I capped 'em, I named 'em

and the judge bought it.

All right.

All right.

17 years old, no priors.

- Pop Pop, somethin' doesn't add up.

- Because I was smart, I always got away.

You're pretty smart, but your Uncle

Daramus, that guy... he's really smart.

Long rap sheet. If he went down for

two murders he would rot in here.

- Well, he ain't here, is he?

- No, you are.

- Do you think what you're doin' is noble?

- You askin' hypothetical?

Yeah, that's noble.

- You can't save everybody, Dr. Cross.

- I'm not trying to save everybody.

Just you.

That's pretty good, Honey, but... but... but here...

just right there in that part...

if you're do a little... let's say...

Stevie Wonder kinda riff.

- Yes.

- Well, let's see it.

Here.

Janelle, don't tell me

you got all your homework done.

No, Ma'am, I'm just have a

little math and history to do.

Oh, so you're planning

to do it after supper.

Well, I do not think so. Get on upstairs

and get your homework finished, Girl!

Chain gang.

Is there something wrong with you?

- Ma'am?

- Boy! Get your foot off my bench!

I don't know how to fix it.

All right, all right,

I'll take a look at it.

Honey, can you give me a hand?

All right, Maria, you're up to something.

What is it?

Ink. Top shelf. I can't reach it.

Yeah, well, ya know, the only problem being

married to you is that you're too short.

Too short, yeah.

All right, what's going on?

Okay, look around

and tell what's new.

- A game?

- A game.

- What's in it for me?

- Your pride.

You bet.

All right, but if I win, I

get that other thing I like.

We'll see.

Where you wanna start, the front door?

With the screen door that you fixed.

No more squeak.

You had coffee with someone

before you came home.

A Latte. You gotta a little

foam on your blouse there.

You stopped off from work,

got the car washed.

- Gassed the car, put a little hand sanitizer on.

- Okay, go on.

Changed your lipstick.

Red Wine's gone, now it's...

Crimson Mist.

Crimson Mist.

Not bad.

Yeah.

Not bad, but that's all chump-change.

Obviously, Detective, you need a clue.

- Oh, I need a clue.

- Yeah.

- It was very close.

- Very close. Let's see...

Well, I do not know what that could be.

Maybe the sonogram in the printer?

- Who told you?

- Wai...

Wait! Babe! Is this ours?

This is us?

That's our child.

- You're pregnant. We're having a baby.

- Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. How...

- How far along are we?

- Oh, just eight weeks.

It's our secret 'til I get to 12, okay?

Do you think you can shut up that long?

I didn't get you pregnant by talking.

- Well, I think that we should name him or her...

- Um-huh.

Alex! Which works for either.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Dinner in 20 minutes.

Looks good.

You look like the cat that

swallowed the canary, Son.

You don't know everything.

You don't know everything.

- Put me down. Put me down now, I said.

- No. No.

I'm just happy, Mom.

I'm real happy.

Yes?

I'm at the line.

The transfer is being routed.

You know where to find her.

All. Do you understand?

- You the manager?

- On good days.

- I want to place a bet.

- On who?

- The Butcher of Slygo.

- We got nobody like that fightin', Man.

You're lookin' at him.

We got a card, Man,

We don't do walk-ins.

10,000 on The Butcher and 1,000 for you.

Well, Stansi ain't gettin' much

of a workout today. Your funeral.

Locker's upstairs on the right.

Right on! Right on, right,

that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Look a' here, look a' here, hold on, hold on, hold

on, look a' here, look a' here, look a' here.

We're gonna do a special,

off-card match-up.

With my man, a Hundred Grand,

Motor City's Own, heavyweight champion...

Dinant Stansi.

Get 'im! Get 'im, Champ.

Get 'im, Champ, c'mon!

Just to show you how easy this money is, I'm certain

that this guy can't weigh no more than 130 pounds.

He's gotta have some kind of a death wish.

So, go ahead and make some noise,

but I don't know... why he doin' this...

The Butcher of Slygo.

I want a clean fight.

Understand?

You ready to get your ass beat?

Don't hit me in my face,

or you'll never fight again.

Break it up!

Get in your corner, c'mon!

Ready to fight?

Ready to fight?

Let's get it on!

Come on.

Come, let me show you my favorite part

of the house.

You must have powerful enemies?

He's clear.

You have a statue of Guan Yu in there.

The god of war.

War is a passionate undertaking

of strategy and will.

Just like sex.

So, it belongs beside the bed.

The war has been declared.

And now my favorite part.

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