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What?
Vice cop on a homicide?
Captain assigned me to assist you.
Device.
Huh?
A what?
IRA instant retirement account.
Got it! Ace Match Company, Flint, Michigan.
You mean you just? ... You keep a record of... matches?
T.J., what're you doing?
My first undercover assignment. I gotta look good, right?
So what're we looking for?
Someone who smokes French cigarettes.
In this crowd? It's gonna be Marlboros, Camels, and maybe a few Kools.
Looks like Pooch's doing okay.
He's married, he don't even know what a lesbian is.
Nice to be here.
That feeling won't last long.
Know what the problem is, kid? You're too ugly to get propositioned.
Look who's talking, old man.
C'mon, it's a quiet night.
Next week we work the park.
I gotta get back on top. Get off the sleaze detail.
You will, one day at a time. I'll be old and grey when it happens...
So what'll you do? After they give you the gold watch.
Hell, I got a gold watch... it just don't work. Maybe they'll give me a new fishing pole, or something useful.
You don't fish.
How hard can it be? The grand kids been buggin' me about taking them camping.
You outta the city... that's a fish out of water. What's with all this family talk lately, anyway?
One of these days you're gonna get tired of fighting the shit. When that happens, you'll wish you had family.
No thanks. I got close but it never woulda worked.
Why don't you just shoot it and put it out of its misery?
What are you talking about, it's purring like a kitty.
I thought you said what'shername's brother was going to fix it.
She didn't work out, had to cut her loose.
What was it this time?
She wanted to cook me breakfast.
We're vice, I didn't see no pimps or hookers in that van. But if you're so gungho, we'd best call it in for some backup.
Nah, let's just take a looksee.
You okay?
Yeah, just a nick ...
Mike...
Don't talk.
Take your time... one day at a time, kid...
It don't work
Ain't that a shit
That guy's wife must be pretty pissed off to play a trick like that.
No shit. I better send Meg flowers just in case.
Vice... Jesus.
That'd be some explosive pussy he's got his hands on.
Pooch, can you move it?
I don't know...
Good boy, Schnoz. Daddy loves you.
Scorch marks... looks like they used silly putty.
Fuckin A, I think I got two partial prints here!
Awright! How bout you, Glass, how's that chip shaking?
That's one more time than any of the rest of us have seen it.
Shit. We're fucked.
Oh shit...
Fuck factor ten.
He is!
Look, it's important.
Nitro, dash of Semtrex, vegetable oil ...
What kind of bomb was it?
Unsolved bombings in the last year... Boston, New York, Philadelphia... but no real match
Insurance?
How're you guys doing?
Still waiting for a miracle. Go ahead.
Mike. No thanks, I'm fine.
Time for bed, kiddos. Say goodnight.
Prints?
Nothing so far.
What about the ballistics report?
Lab's backed up, we're still waiting for it.
It's a bluff. The guy's full of crap.
We can't take the chance. Ring down to the Bomb Squad. I want them on alert.
What the hell's going on?
Sonofabitch... my nose... This fuckup is interfering with
Reilly, what're you doing here?
I'm filing charges against that mother
Can it, Pluchinsky. And shove some cotton up your nose.
I want to work this.
You're vice, not homicide. Besides, you don't have the experience and you're too personally involved.
But sir
Looks like the stuff my dad used to use to blow up tree stumps back in Scranton.
Maybe she knows your old man.
What the hell was that?
A ticking bomb...
You touch me again and
And what, you'll shoot me? Hey, don't mistake me for one of your partners, I'd like to make retirement in one piece.
You were lucky today, vice boy. Captain said to leave it alone, but just remember, I'm watching you.
I'm sorry, detective, but you're just not my type.
You okay?
Alex
I know. I warned them.
What is that?
Security.
What's the matter?
Nothing... just tired.
Why are we stopping here?