Dead Bang

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Sh*t.

Hi, Daddy.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Merry Christmas.

Christina, it's time to go in.

We're going in again.

- Come on, kids. Come on.

- What?

If you want a Slurpee,

you're out of luck.

No, no.

You're the one that's out of luck.

We don't carry no more than $50 cash.

It's the store policy.

It's okay.

Just take out what's ever there.

- Is there anything else?

- No, there's nothing.

Your wallet?

Oh, I forgot that. Here you are.

Do you believe in God?

Yes. Yes, I do.

That's nice...

...because I have the instrument...

...of your salvation.

Please.

Please.

I didn't look at you.

I can't identify you.

No...

...but I can identify you.

You are a dead n*gger.

No. Please, no.

Attention, all units, armed robbery

at convenience store, Foothill and Loma.

Store manager seriously wounded.

Following description of one suspect:

Male, Caucasian, 18 to 25...

...5'10"to 6'2", medium build.

Nothing further.

This is Kimble. I'm making a stop

at the intersection of Foothill and Noble.

Possible suspect matching

the description of the stop and rob.

- Good morning.

- Is there any problem, officer?

No. You're just up

a little early this morning, aren't you?

It's the Santa Anas.

I find it difficult to sleep...

...when the winds start blowing in

from the desert.

- Yeah.

- Hey, by the way.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah, Merry Christmas.

You got some ID on you?

ID? Sure. Is a driver's license okay?

That'll be fine.

Wait a minute.

Homicide?

Yeah, that's us, all right.

Our day begins when yours ends.

I'm glad to see somebody's out here

crushing crime.

Personally, I was hoping to get one

full night's sleep before Christmas.

Fat f***ing chance.

- You Homicide?

- Yeah. Are you the handling unit?

- Yup.

- What do you got?

Pictures of the casings and the body.

Take some overalls,

and then step out of the way.

The officer that was involved

in the shooting here...

What's his name?

Gary Kimble.

I'm telling you, I got it covered.

Okay.

How does 20 pounds of ice sound?

I think that ought to do it.

I got... I got five cases of beer

being delivered by 5:00.

Yes. Three quarts of bourbon

and the plastic glasses.

Okay?

I'Il... I'll be there no later than 7...

Plenty women. Foxes.

All shapes and sizes, okay?

Okay. Take care.

Hey, Beck,

still living in Heartbreak Hotel?

No, I got a suite at the Bonaventure.

We're having a party tonight.

The Lonely Guys' Christmas Eve Ball.

A little something for the bachelors,

the divorced and the disenfranchised.

It's gonna be over at Brubaker's place.

We're gonna have plenty of booze,

maybe even some fine women.

You really ought to drop by.

Homicide. Bilson.

Yes, I invited Eileen.

I told you I invited Eileen

and I did invite Eileen.

She's very anxious to see you.

Why else would you think she's coming?

Yes,

and she's coming for the same reason.

Seven o'clock.

I told you I'd be there at 7:00, okay?

Mr. Webly, this is Jerry Beck,

Sheriff's Homicide.

I'd like to talk to you

about one of your people.

A Robert "Bobby" Burns.

I need his package.

His package?

Come on, this is Christmas Eve day.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

No, I'm halfway out of my office.

I got shopping to do.

I'm sorry, but I have a suspect...

...and I don't know what he looks like.

What makes you so sure

Burns is your guy...

...if I may be so bold as to ask.

Because I checked the parole index

and his name comes up.

He's a convicted robber,

he's recently paroled.

And he's at the top of my list.

This is Christmas Eve day.

I have a family.

Don't you have a family?

I used to have a family.

I don't have a family now.

What I do have is a dead cop

and I need that package.

You don't understand.

I am leaving now to do my shopping.

I am going. I told the wife

two minutes ago, "I am leaving."

I understand. I'll tell you what.

Do your shopping and I'll see you

tomorrow morning. How's that?

Tomorrow morning

is Christmas morning.

Sorry, Webly,

but you can't have it both ways.

How's your office around 8:00 sound?

F*** you.

Have it your way. 8:30.

And f*** you.

- Here you go.

- Oh, thank you.

- I'm Ed Gates.

- Nice to meet you.

Excuse me a second. Thanks.

First Christmas away from home?

That obvious, huh?

Lucky guess. I'm Linda.

Jerry Beck.

I've heard your name.

I know, you're the one working

on the murder...

...of the sergeant that was killed.

How's it coming?

- It's coming.

- You don't sound convinced.

Well, right now I'm not convinced

of a lot of things.

- 'Tis the season to be jolly.

- That least of all.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to sound glib.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Merry Christmas.

Linda?

Don't go.

Carol. Carol, come here.

- Good morning.

- I have to go.

Well, you're certainly dressed for it.

I was gonna fix some breakfast.

- You want a cup of coffee? It's hot.

- No, thanks.

Here. I'll get you an Alka-Seltzer.

- What?

- What?

What?

Oh, Alka-Seltzer.

Here, it'll fix you right up.

- No, thank you.

- Here you go.

What was that?

That is the Burbank Airport.

The world's quietest airport.

At least that's what they say

if you complain.

What's your hurry?

Well,

you said you had an 8:30 appointment.

Well...

...thank you for a lovely evening,

really.

What happened?

Nothing. It's nothing to do with you.

I'm the only one here.

What I mean is, it's not you, it's...

It's me.

Great.

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