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Nothing.

Nothing ever does.

The only difference is who

gets rich and who gets dead.

Personally, John, I prefer rich.

You must be a very rich man by now.

It doesn't have to end like this.

I can make you part of it. A big part.

Just give up the girl. What do you say?

Drop your gun.

What?

If you drop your gun now...

...l promise I won't kill you.

I'll have to take my chances.

You nailed me with this cheap

piece of mail order sh*t!

Think about it!

You jump, you'll go through

there like sh*t through a goose!

You're right!

Engine fire!

Turn this thing around!

I'm trying to keep us in the air!

Turn it around and take him out!

Now!

I want his face all

over this windshield.

Oh, man. Did that hurt?

It had to hurt. I saw it.

Where is this?

Earth.

Welcome.

Is that your daddy's truck?

Think he'd mind if I borrow it?

I don't know.

Is this yours?

Like it?

Yeah.

What about a trade?

Sh*t.

We traced her to Chinatown,

but she was long gone.

No sh*t, Dick Tracy.

It was a run signal.

The cab companies?

Three pickups of solo women

within 15 minutes of the call.

Drop-offs?

Madison and 53rd.

New York City Zoo.

-That's it.

-The zoo?

First a run signal, then straight

to a public meeting place.

-Your shooters?

-Standing by.

I want two teams to sweep

from the north and south.

Go!

Ladies and gentlemen, the zoo

will be closing in 10 minutes.

Miss Cullen?

Ma'am, I'm here to help.

I'm a U.S. Marshal.

Where's John Kruger?

On his way. He sent me to be sure

you're safe until he gets here.

Really?

Then he showed you

the secret handshake?

Sh*t!

DeGuerin!

The b*tch just shot me!

We're on our way. Don't kill her.

Do you hear me?

What's going on?

U.S. Marshal. Close all exits.

People are inside.

Get them out, now!

Let's go.

You two, here.

Everyone, please exit the zoo.

Let's go, immediately!

Police emergency! Thank you!

Come on!

He's here.

Hold your fire!

Lee...

...just drop your weapon.

Move!

-You're late!

-Traffic.

-How's your ammo?

-I'm out.

Damn it! Two rounds left.

Move!

Ready to go?

Stay down. When I say

so, head for the door.

Go.

Let's go.

You're luggage.

How many casualties?

Three. Kruger took them

out like that, cold.

-I can't believe this.

-His prints were on the weapon.

Run prints on him? That's moving fast.

I was there.

Why would he do a thing like this?

Look...

...the man has nothing to keep

him honest. He's been bought.

I've known John for years.

We're losing time.

If he's innocent, why's he on the run?

And his witness?

She's in it with him.

What the hell do you mean?

We identified ourselves.

She shot one of my men.

Fine.

Do whatever it takes to bring him in.

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