- I'd like to make a statement. - Quiet.
And that is that I'm undeterred in my Course of aCtion.
And I'm raising the reward.
Uh. I'm raising it by $ 2 million.
- Mr Mullen. why are you doing this? - I want my son baCk.
Thank you. Thank you.
The FBI's efforts in this area--
This just in.: Tom Mullen has reportedly raised the reward money for his son's life...
by $ 2 million.
Hey.
Where are you goin'?
You've ruined my life.
Who the hell you think I'm doing this for?
A stunning development tonight as Tom Mullen doubles the reward money...
to $4 million for the Capture of--
- What? - Wanna talk to your son?
- Yes, of course I do. - Mmm, Daddy? Dad?
Sean.
- Sean. Sean. Son. - Sean? I wanna listen.
- That's enough. - No, put him back on. I wanna-- I wanna talk to him.
You just did.
Now. you listen...
real. real good.
You got one more ChanCe to pay up or you're never gonna talk to him again.
No more fuckin' around.
This is it right now.
What's it gonna be?
No. Bullshit. You're not gonna touch him. You can't be that stupid.
Do you have any idea the rain of shit I can put on you?
Look at your wife. Look at her face, motherfucker. Do you know what I can do to your boy?
Is it dark where you're calling from? You got the shades drawn?
Kind of like a cellar, right? Like a cave? Well, you better get used to that.
You better get used to Crawling in the dark for the rest of your days...
beCause I am going to get the best group of manhunters in this Country...
and I am gonna dedicate my life to tracking you down!
- You understand? - Hey, hey, get your head out of your ass!
You think you can threaten me, huh? Who do you think you're dealing with? Give me the money!
Fuck you and your $2 million! Don't you understand English, you useless piece of shit? No money! None!
Let me tell you something. You think you're suffering right now? Huh?
You got no idea what suffering is. If I don't get the cash in one hour, this kid is dead!
I don't get my son back, and I mean real soon, you better kill yourself...
because when I catch up with you I'm gonna take my goddam time!
By the time we're finished. you're gonna wish you weren't born!
I'll have your head on a fuckin' pike! You understand me?
Fuck you! I'll fuckin' kill him right now!
- I wanna talk! - You kill him, you kill yourself, you motherfucker!
- Give me back my son! - Hello!
- You want him? - Yes! - You want him?
Daddy!
Oh!Jesus!Jesus!
Oh,Jesus! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh, God!
I'll fuckin' kill you, Mullen!
You son of a bitch! You killed him, you son of a bitch! Goddam it!
- Whoa, whoa. - Oh, God. Oh, God. - Come on. Easy. Come on. - Kate!
- Both of you listen to me! - You killed him! Not them! You!
No, Kate! Kate. Okay, it's all right.
- Take her in the other room. - Oh, God! Oh, God!
- Oh, God. I wanted to talk to him. - I know.
- I wanted to talk to him. - You'll talk to him, honey. You will. You will.
- What do we do about this kid? - Ain't my problem any more.
Can't ID anybody, right? Fuck 'im.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, please, help me. Please.
Okay, Katie, all right. It's okay. It's okay.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
- Ohh! Ohh! - Oh, Tom.
South 44 to Base.
- Oh, God. Oh, God. - South 44. go.
262 7 1 8th Street. 1 0-1 3. Officer needs assistance.
I have several armed men in a house. Possible kidnap situation.
Repeat, possible kidnap situation.
1 0-1 3. Officer in civilian clothes.
- Police! - Shit.
- Get the fuck out of the van! - Go, man. Come on.
Drop the gun!
Move! Move! Go!
Clear!
- Police! Freeze! - Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm a cop!
- Clear! - Hold your fire. I'm a cop.
He's all right.
I'm a cop.
Kate. Tom.
FBI. Comin' through. Comin' through.
Stay with me. Stay with me. Comin' through, fellas. Comin' through.
Wh-- Where is-- Where is--
Oh,Jesus Christ.
Wh-Where is-- L-Lonnie? Where's Sean?
In the house. In the house. Right over here.
Don't stop here, guys. Keep movin' all the way through.
-Clear the doorway here, okay? -The boy's in there. -All right, here comes the boy's father.
Sean? Sean? I'm-- I'm the father.
Sean?
- Who is it? - Sean. It's me. It's Daddy.
Daddy?
Is he-- Is he all right? C-Can I pick him up?
- Can I hold him? - Oh, he's gonna be all right. - Oh, Sean.
He's just got a nasty cut on his hand, and he's, uh, a little dehydrated.
- Sean, it's Mommy. - You're okay, buddy. You're okay. We got ya.
- We got ya now. - Hi, Mom.
- Hi, sweetheart. - You're okay.
- Take me home, okay? - Oh, sure. Sure.
- Take me home. - Okay, honey.
- I love you, Sean. - Me too.
Mama's here, Sean.
You're okay.
-Is-Is-Is-Is he seriously injured? -Here's your man. He's right over there.
He's gonna be okay. Step to the side, please.
- All the way to the right. - Lieutenant, we-- - All the way back. Get back. - Back off.
- Mr Shaker? - Step back, please. Step back. Step back.
Did you get a chance to talk to him?
- I said step back. - Thank you. - Call it justice. It's a department courtesy.
- All right, now, if you please. - Move. Move.
- Guys, help us out, will ya? - Thank you.
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Tom. Tom? Just come this way.
What-- What-- Mr Mullen!
You know her?
Yeah.
I do.
Jesus Christ. I mean, she w-worked for me.
Catering.
Please, sir! Here!
- Mr Mullen! Tom! Tom! - Mr Mullen, this way! - Mr Mullen, this way!
Wait! This way! Right here! Right here! Look over here, please!
- You okay? - Not now. Come on, back off.
Not now. Leave 'em alone.
- Give us a break now! - Sean, here!
-Sean! Mr Mullen! -Mr Mullen, this way! Mr Mullen, please!
Aaah! Turn the lights on! Turn the lights on!
- Hey. - It's all right.
- I'm afraid of the dark. I don't like the dark. - You're all right.
- Leave the light on. - Yeah, we'll leave 'em on. We'll leave 'em on all the time.
Okay?
Next thing I know, one guy starts blastin' away at me.
The-- The other guy, he goes to run me over.
So, you know, I just did what I had to do.
What about the woman?
Jimmy?
Uh, you know, I just, uh, got spun around by the bullet.
I didn't know it was a woman 'til after.
He's a. an honest Cop. He does a hell of a job.
- He's kind of a to-himself type of a guy. - No, just one.
- But I tell you what. when the Chips are down... - Cancel the other one.
this is the one I'd want with me.
- How do I feel? - No. - I'll tell ya. this is the seCond time...
-jimmy Shaker's been shot. -Just one-way.
He got Clipped onCe before in 1 992. and this guy keeps Coming baCk.
Yeah. Uh, Mr Kinney. Yeah. Thanks.
Continuing our Coverage of the Mullen kidnapping Case...
questions still surround Maris Conner.
With no prior Criminal reCord. authorities are interrogating family and friends...
seeking any assoCiations that would ConneCt her to the other slain suspeCts.
SourCes reveal today that the investigation Continues...
and the searCh for other suspeCts is by no means over.
Many investigators believe that. indeed. the mastermind of the Mullen kidnapping...
may still be at large.
- Whoa! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- We can make it. - Oh, sh-- - Ohh!
- You cold, honey? - Yeah. My hands.
- Do you wanna go home? - I didn't bring my gloves. - No. No. No.
You sure? Hey, you're squinting a little. Is the sun still bothering you?
- Put these on. - Yeah.
- I'll go get your gloves. - Okay.
You'd better practise. I'll be back.
Look at me. You look good in those, honey.
- Look at my glasses. Can you see? - Mm-hmm.
Look like your daddy in those.
Well, David, it's a little hard to focus right now. Can it wait?
No? Well, the hell with it, then. Let him have it. Let it go.
Yeah. Listen, I got Sean waitin' for me in the park, so maybe we--
- Hey. - Hey. - Hey.
Uh, I'll call you back, David. Call you back.
- Mr Mullen. - Uh-- - The doorman just called up.
- Mr Shaker wants to see you. - Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry to show up like this.
Oh, hell, no. Come in. I-I wanna talk to you.
- Thanks. - Come in. Come in. How's the shoulder?
Ahh, you know. I'll live.
Yeah. Well, I'm surprised to see you up and about so quick.
- Uh, uh, Fatima, this is, uh,Jimmy Shaker. - Hi.
I'm very proud to meet you.
- Very proud. - Thanks.
How's the, uh, kid doin'?
Oh, he's fine, you know, all things considered.
- It'll take a while. - Yeah.
Um, uh, forgive me.
I, uh, I thought we were gonna meet on Monday. M-Maybe I screwed up. I don't-- I--
Uh, yeah, uh, you're right. Monday. We-- That's what we said, uh--
See the speCial offiCer holding 4-5-9--
Look, I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me here...
but I was hopin' we could do this today.
- You know, the reward and all? - Oh. Of course. Oh,Jesus. - 'Cause I gotta tell ya...
it's, uh, kinda crazy around me, you know, with the, the press and everything.
Oh, I understand. Yeah. Look, they're maniacs.
- Yeah. - Nothin' easier. Follow me.
I'm not used to this, you know. I-- I just gotta get outta here.
Kind of a private person, you know.
To tell you the truth, I never killed anybody before.
Havin' a hard time with it.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry.
Uh, I'm glad you did what you did.
But I'm sorry.
- Sit down, please. - Thanks.
Uh, so, is it, uh-- is it Jimmy? James?
James.
James'll do.
- Can I ask you a personal question? - Sure.
Why didn't you pay the ransom?
Well, because I was dealing with human garbage.
No contract would have been honoured, not by them.
You know, the funny thing is, I would have paid ten times as much...
if I had any sense that they'd stick to the deal, but no.
- Really. - Oh, yeah. Really.
The thing that really kills me about that is the woman.
She'd been in this house five, six times over the last year. Nice. Pleasant. You know.
You just can't, uh--
I-I don't know how people can walk around with that--
That cold-blooded, two-faced--
That bitch.
Well, uh, you know, in fairness to the dead...
we're all a little two-faced in this day and age.
It's a survival mechanism. You kn-- You know what I'm saying?
I mean, you know, as a cop...
you should hear some of the stuff that's been thrown my way over the years.
Tom, just forget about the gloves, honey. He wanted to come home.
- Kate, uh-- - Hi, Tom. - Mr Shaker's here.
Mr Shaker.
Ohh, um--
God bless you. Uh, thank you.
- You're welcome. - Listen, you-- you gotta meet Sean.
I'll go get him.
No, uh, he's, you know, had enough. Let's give him a breather. Yeah?
Yeah, yeah. He's-He's had enough.
Okay. Uh, can I get you anything?
No, I'm fine.
Oh, well, again, I-- I can't even begin to--
I understand. Don't mention it.
Okay.
Fatima, would you please help me with some things downstairs?
I'll be right there.
Well, this is, uh, one hell of a deposit you've got here.
Shouldn't be a problem.
Well, you'll probably wanna be on your way.
Uh, unless there's anything else I can do for you.
Good. Right.
Well, I know how these vultures out there can drive ya nuts, so--
You know, there's a back door out if you, you know, wanna be a little more s--
This check is bullshit, Tom.
What'd you think, I'm just gonna waltz outta here, you lying motherfucker? Huh?
Let you make a phone call, have half the cops in New York waitin' for me while I cash this thing?
- You can't lie to me. - Look--
Shut your mouth.
Fuck!
You know who I am. Now you sit down.
Everybody was gonna make out fine.
But you had to go and put it together...
and now we got a little problem here, don't we?
Tell me that part again about why you didn't pay the ransom.
- I think we can do something here-- - Say it!
You were dealing with what?
- You had my son. - You have no idea what human garbage is, motherfucker.
Do you know what the fuck you're talking about? No, I don't think you do.
'Cause look where you fuckin' live, man. Look at the airline man here.
This fucker won't pay one cent to save his only kid.
- It wasn't gonna get him back, was it? - Hey, did you read the papers? Huh?
Did you see the TV?
I took a bullet. I risked my life to save your kid.
I took a bullet, and now you're gonna try to fuck me out of my money. Huh?
- What's over here? - Where are you going? - Where's Mommy and Junior?
- Now I'll pay. Now. - Oh, yeah.
You're gonna pay, all right. Right now.
Do you have an account I can wire the money to? I mean, you got to have been all set up for this, right?
I mean, you're not dumb. You and me, we go right now to my bank...
and we wire the money from my account to yours.
Just the push of a button. Just like that.
We'll just go down to the bank and get it done.
Pick up the phone. Wire it from here.
Uh, no, we'll go to the bank and do it.
And you'll get the money and all I want in return is you out of this house now.
Hey. You do not call the shots.
Well, then, you just go ahead and kill me right here and now, you son of a bitch.
You fuck! Fuck you! I'm not pickin' up that phone.
You got that? I'm not pickin' it up.
Look, uh, you can kill me. Go ahead. Kill me.Just kill us.
Let us live. Doesn't matter. Any way you cut it, you're on the run.
Now, you can come with me to the bank and be on the run with $4 million...
or you can just start shootin' and be on the run with whatever you got in your wallet.
It's up to you.
Come on,Jimmy. Let's go to the bank. Oh,Jesus Christ.
I got what I want. Bottom line: I got my son back.
And you d-- you delivered him.
I got my own plane. I can fly you out of here myself anywhere you wanna go.
You can still win this thing. Think. You can still win.
We do what you say. We go to the bank.
If anything goes wrong, you're gonna turn around and I'll be gone.
Okay? And if that happens...
from this day on...
any time your kid leaves this house to go to school...
go play, see a friend...
to buy a fuckin' comic book, you're gonna have to ask yourself:
Is today...
Jimmy Shaker day?
I got to him once.
I'll get him again.
And when I do...
I'm not gonna want money any more.
Do we understand each other?
Sure.
That's from Maris.
Call the airport.
Where are we goin'?
Mexico. Guadalajara.
David, this is Tom. Uh, fuel up the jet. I'm going to Guadalajara.
Yeah, well, something came up. I'm on my way to the bank now.
- Is the kidnapper with you? - Absolutely.
I'll explain everything later. Give Katie a call. Bye.
Antone, get me the Mullen house.
Sean, what's the matter, honey?
Come here.
Taxi! Taxi!
Stay on my right.
What are you guys doin'? You can't park there.
Oh, we're just goin' to the bank. Five minutes.
- Shaker? - Yeah.
- How you doin',Jimmy? - How are ya?
- Nice to meet you. - Yeah? You too.
- How you doin', Mr Mullen? Good to meet you. - Hey.
Just wanna shake your hand, boss. You made us proud.
- Well, you know, just doin' the job. - Yeah.
What do you think of this guy, Mr Mullen?
- Well, what can I say? He's the man. - Yeah!
- Okay, guys, uh, take it easy. - Later,Jimbo. - Okay.
- You guys take it easy now. - All right. - You guys not gonna be long, right?
- No, just five minutes. - No, no, no. - No problem.
Mr Mullen, what a pleasant surprise.
Welcome.
- Uh, have I still got any money in this bank? I have to do some business with Mr Shaker here. - Yes.
- This is Michael. - Mr Shaker, of course. Right this way.
Terrific. Okay, that's enough. Let's get this man his money.
- Thanks very much. - No, not a problem.
All units in the 22. looking for DeteCtivejames Shaker...
white male. 4 1 years. wearing blaCk jaCket. white shirt.
Shaker is thought to be in the viCinity of Madison and 90th Street.
SubjeCt is an armed New York City deteCtive.
Just push enter and it's yours.
Four million.
Congratulations.
Yeah, thanks. Okay.
Hey, Shaker.
What's goin' on? I just got a call over the radio.
Oh, hey, hey, it's my birthday. You know, the guys are tryin' to pull something.
- I-I got it covered. - Can we talk to you for a second, man?
No, we have to detain you.
Shaker! Freeze!
Hey, he's over here!
- Put it down! Put it down! Put the gun down! - Put the gun down!
- Hold your fire! Tom, it's me, Lonnie.
- F.B.I.! - F.B.I.! - Hold your fire! - It's over, Shaker. Over!
- Drop it! - Put the gun down, Tom. Put the gun down.
- No! - Step away! Tom!
- Drop it now! Drop it now! - Put the gun down, Tom, and walk away.
Mullen, put the goddam gun down!
Put the gun down.
- Down, Mullen! Now! - Come on. Come on.
Put the gun down.
- Drop the gun! - Come on. Walk toward me.
- Tom, don't do nothin' stupid. - Put down the gun now!
- Put the gun down, Tom! - Drop it!
On the ground, Shaker! On the ground!
- Tom, put the gun down now! - Down!
Stay right there! Now, don't move!
Put the gun down.
That's right. Now, back off, Tom. Just walk away.
- Go ahead. OffiCer. - Two-one. Sergeant. Code eight. A want at 1 268 Madison. forthwith.
We have shots fired. and a member of the serbiCe is down.
1 0-4. The bus is ordered.
Get up against the wall! Move! Spread 'em!
Tom Mullen is with us! Back away!
No! No!