The Wrong Guy Page #5

[ Gearshift clicks,

engine turns off ]

[ Emergency brake engages ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Damn!

Aw, damn!

Damn, damn, damn,

damn, damn, damn, damn,

damn, damn, damn!

Damn, damn, damn!

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Wailing stops ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Man talking indistinctly

on radio ]

[ Oddly disguised voice ] Hey!

What's going on down there?

I was just taking a shower

when I heard all the sirens,

and I was wondering

what all the commotion was.

-- Is that him?

-- Can't be.

The person

we're looking for

is 6 feet tall,

180 pounds.

That woman's

nowhere near that size.

I think it's a man.

Really?

Yeah, so, anyway,

I figured I'd come down

and see what the trouble was,

you know?

You know, 'cause what with being

completely innocent and all,

it's, you know, only natural

that I should be curious.

That's him!

Ha!

[ Shoes scrape ]

Look behind you!

Look!

[ Door slams ]

[ Gunshots ]

-- Get down!

-- Take cover!

[ Gunshots continue ]

[ Panting ]

[ Metal clinks ]

[ Gunshots continue ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Gunshots in distance ]

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Train approaching ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Whistle blows ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Thuds ]

[ Brakes squealing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Metal clanking ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Metal clanking and squeaking ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Hello?

We've got a problem.

Remember that guy

who walked in on me

in Nagel's office?

Hibbert?

Yeah, I guess so.

He's been trailing me

since Cleveland.

He's everywhere I go, and

he brings the cops with him.

No, that's, uh,

that's impossible.

I just was at a meeting

with Hibbert.

You must be thinking

of somebody else.

-- Whoever it is --

-- Not Hibbert.

Whoever it is,

he's getting in the way.

I'm gonna get rid of him.

Well, you can do

whatever you want.

I just want you to admit

that it's not Hibbert.

Look, Daly,

if you sent this guy

after me to set me up,

Iet me remind you --

if I go down, you go down.

Captain Hughes,

I want to know one thing.

Are you sure it was him?

I'm positive.

Uh, he wounded

a bunch of my guys.

He did this somersault

thing onto a squad car

while shooting.

That's him all right.

-- I've seen him pull himself

up into an air duct.

-- Really?

Well, great,

he's out of Cleveland.

No longer my problem.

Let's go, Jimmy.

Sir, sir!

The Feds would like you

to stay on the case

since you've been

so involved this far,

and the FBl will give you

all the backup and resources

you need to continue

your investigation.

That's just great.

What kind of resources?

Unlimited.

-- Unlimited, huh?

-- Uh-huh.

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