The Lookout

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- I'm Mattei,

I am in charge...

of the biggest criminal case

of my career.

And we suspect you of being

the sniper who targeted...

my men...

while your accomplices

were getting away.

It's just that we haven't been able to find

any ID on you

to identify you.

And your weapon can't be found.

Nobody knows you.

You do not exist.

That's just it...

That proves to me

that you're the man

I'm looking for.

Nicolas Ricci, Italian, age: 35.

Several convictions

for armed robbery.

We've been on his tail

for 3 weeks.

This morning he made contact

with three individuals

we haven't identified.

If my intuition's correct, at 10 am

they're going to knock off a bank.

The fifteenth in two years.

We'll have 5 minutes

to lock down the area.

- What about the civilians?

Won't it be dangerous?

In two years, they haven't

run into a cop

or fired a shot.

- They're not stupid.

- How do you know?

You've never been there

to test their stupidity.

Why've you left it so late?

It hasn't been my decision...

Captain Meyer.

So get yourselves ready,

including bullet-proof vests.

I've been asked to help you...

That's all I'm doing.

Just do what I say.

Police... please get your

customers out of the way.

Police... please get your

customers out of the way.

Federal police...

we're conducting an operation

in this area.

All ready...

just waiting for them to come out.

- Olivier?

D'you see?

Everybody down!

- Nobody move!

- Waiting.

Police, drop your weapons!

What the f*ck's going on?

It'll be right!

Go, go, go!

- What is...

...this mess?

- Hands up!

- You! Drop your weapon!

- Get out!

- Get out of the car!

- Come on, it's over! Give up!

- Don't move!

- Take it easy!

Gotta get outta here!

- Sniper!

- Take cover!

- Sniper!

Get under cover!

Stop!... cops!

Cut them off!

Smash through them!

Ryan! Ryan!

Get him out!

Eric! Shit!

Take cover!

- If you shoot again, you're dead.

Can't take any more!

Deep breath Nico!

On your knees.

- Do not move!

Drop your gun.

Hurry up, dammit!

Nico will die!

- What happened, Vincent?

- How come the cops were there?

- Cool it!

Nobody screwed up...

OK?

- I'm going to die.

- You're not gonna die.

- We'll get a doctor.

All our contacts are screwed.

He's right.

- I got someone who can fix him.

- Who?

A doc out in the sticks.

- We'll switch cars and go there.

Come on!

We're at the doc's...

don't you worry.

Local cop.

He's missing a round.

He wounded one of the gang.

That got them mad.

He's lost a lot of blood.

You did right by bringing him.

The artery's affected,

but it's superficial.

The vital organs were missed.

You not practising anymore?

Legally?

- Yes, for some time.

- Why did you stop?

What's it matter?

I don't want my friend

operated on by some butcher..

Nevertheless,

if I do nothing, he'll die.

Then?... I stop now...?

You take over?

So either shut up

or get out.

- What did you want me to do?

The fucker was gonna shoot me...

I had to plug him!

So?

- So we wait.

- Wait for what... a total f*ck-up?

- 2-3 weeks then try again?

- With the cops up our ass?

You're really giving me

the shits!

Whoa!

Sit down.

We'll see...

...what happens.

Somebody squealed.

Nobody squealed...

they were doing their job.

Inspector Mattei.

Where is he?...

where's your husband?

Where's he hiding?...

Why would he be?

You know what that is?

The magazine isn't full.

One round's gone.

It was Nico who copped it.

In the stomach.

If he doesn't get to a doctor,

he's finished.

I don't know anything.

- You know what I think?

You know where they are...

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