It’s all right, ma’am. F.B.I.
201.
F.B.I.!
F.B.I.
Come out of the bathroom!
Step out of the bathroom!
Hands on your head.
You know that’s the new IBM Selectric.
Put your hands on your head.
…print type in five seconds…
Shut up!
…just pop out the ball…
Put your hands on your head!
Put your hands–
You know, he’s got over 200 checks here.
Hands on your head!
…a gallon of India ink, drafting…
He even has little payroll envelopes addressed to himself…
Put it down.
Drop it!
Relax!
You’re late, all right?
My name’s Allen.
Barry Allen, United States Secret Service.
Your boy just tried to jump out the window.
My partner has him in custody downstairs.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
You think the F.B.I. are the only ones on this guy?
I mean, come on.
Come on, he’s dabbling in government checks here.
Been following a paper trail on this guy for months now.
Hey, you mind taking that gun out of my face?
Please, really.
It makes me nervous.
Let me see some credentials.
Yeah, sure.
Take my whole wallet.
You want my gun, too?
Come over here, take my gun.
Hey, hey, look.
Just do me a favor, take a look outside.
Look.
Look out the window.
My partner’s walking him to the car as we speak.
Look.
Old guy almost pissed in his pants when I came through the door.
He jumped right through the window onto the hood of my car.
Hey, Murph.
Yeah?
Call the LAPD again.
I don’t want people walking through my crime scene.
I didn’t expect the Secret Service on this.
Don’t worry about it.
Wh…what’s your name?
Hanratty
Carl Hanratty.
Mind if I see some identification?
Sure.
You know, you never can be too careful these days.
Well, tough luck, Carl.
Five minutes earlier,
you would’ve landed yourself a pretty good collar.
It’s all right.
10 seconds later, and you’d have been shot.
Mind if I come downstairs with you?
I..I…I got to take a look at this guy.
Sure thing. Just uhh…
do me a favor and sit tight for a sec
while I get this evidence downstairs.
You know, I don’t want some…
maid walking through here and making the bed.
LAPD should be here any sec.
Wait.
Your wallet.
You hang onto it for a minute.
I trust you.
Yeah.
Secret service.
Hey!
Oh, god damn it!
