Heat (film)

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Heat is a 1995 film about two men, a professional thief planning a major bank robbery and the detective pursuing him. Although both are seemingly contrasting characters, over the course of the movie they discover a mutual understanding in their inability to stop "doing what they do".

Directed, written and co-produced by Michael Mann.
An epic tale of crime and obsession and two men on opposite sides of the law. taglines

Vincent Hanna[edit]

  • 'Cause she's got a... GREAT ASS! And you've got your head... ALL THE WAY UP IT!...Ferocious, aren't I?! See when I think of asses—a woman's ass—something comes out of me! ("Ferocious, aren't I?!" was removed from the Blu-Ray version.)
  • I say what I mean, and I do what I say.
  • Once it escalated into a murder one beef for all of 'em after they killed the first two guards, they didn't hesitate. Popped guard number three because... what difference does it make? Why leave a living witness?
  • I had coffee with McCauley HALF AN HOUR AGO!!
  • I'm angry. I'm very angry, Ralph. You know, you can ball my wife if she wants you to. You can lounge around here on her sofa, in her ex-husband's dead-tech, post-modernistic bullshit house if you want to. But you do not get to watch MY FUCKING TELEVISION SET!
  • I gotta hold on to my angst. I preserve it because I need it. It keeps me sharp (snaps fingers), on the edge (snaps fingers), where I gotta be.
  • Who? Who? What are you, a fucking owl?
  • When these guys walk out the door of whatever score they're gonna take next, they're gonna have the surprise of a lifetime.
  • It's like you said. All I am is what I'm going after.
  • I've got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice boulevard, Justine, I'm sorry if the goddamn...chicken...got overcooked.
  • Don't waste my MOTHERFUCKING TIME!
  • If it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow... brother, you are going down.

Neil McCauley[edit]

  • I am double the worst trouble you ever thought of.
  • [To Vincent] I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
  • I'm alone, I am not lonely.
  • He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.
  • I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I know life is short, whatever time you get is luck. You want to walk? You walk right now. Or on your own... on your own you choose to come with me. And all I know is... all I know is there's no point in me going anywhere anymore if it's going to be alone... without you.
  • [Robbing a bank] We want to hurt no one. We're here for the bank's money, not your money. Your money is insured by the federal government, you're not gonna lose a dime. Think of your families, don't risk your life. Don't try and be a hero.
  • [To Vincent] Do you see me doin' thrill seeker liquor store hold-ups with a "Born To Lose" tattoo on my chest?
  • [To Vincent] A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner."

Justine Hanna[edit]

  • [to Vincent] You don't live with me, you live among the remains of dead people. You sift through the detritus, you read the terrain, you search for signs of passing, for the scent of your prey, and then you hunt them down. That's the only thing you're committed to. The rest is the mess you leave as you pass through. (oddly enough, "You sift through the detritus" is edited out of the blu-ray version of the film, and it was a favorite line of mine)
  • [to Vincent] You prefer the normal routine. We fuck and you lose the power of speech.
  • [to Vincent] I may be stoned on grass and Prozac, but you've been walking through our life dead.


  • Charlene Shiherlis: It's like risk versus reward, baby
  • Michael Cheritto: Well ya know, for me, the action is the juice.
  • Donald Breedan: Ain't a hard time been invented that I cannot handle.


[Waingro hops into Cheritto's truck, but Cheritto holds up his hand to indicate "One moment"]
Michael Cheritto: What's your name?
Waingro: Waingro. [Cheritto opens the door and lets Waingro in. He climbs up into the passenger's seat] You're Michael, huh? [They shake hands and Cheritto starts driving] You guys always work together?
Michael Cheritto: All the time!
Waingro: Real tight crew, huh?
Michael Cheritto: Real tight.
Waingro: Yeah if this works, I'd consider going again, you know.
Michael Cheritto: Yeah, stop talking, okay, slick?
[Waingro is a little annoyed. Cuts to McCauley and Shiherlis sitting in the ambulance]
Neil McCauley: [picks up his walkie-talkie] How's he doin'? [cuts to Trejo following the armored car]
Trejo: 100%. Right on schedule. Made a right on Venice Boulevard. [pause] We're a mile and a half from you.
Neil McCauley: Okay. [As McCauley and Shiherlis wait in the ambulance, Cheritto and Waingro back their tow truck underneath Interstate 110 and park. A few minutes pass]
Trejo: Just dropped into the #1 lane. 300 yards from you now.
Neil McCauley: Get set.
Michael Cheritto: I am. [In the ambulance and tow truck, McCauley, Cheritto, Waingro, and Shiherlis put on hockey masks]
Trejo: Here we go.
[McCauley puts the ambulance in drive and activates the siren. He moves it forward and appears to start making a three-point turn in front of the armored car, stopping it as it passes under the highway. The driver looks left and sees Cheritto's rig bearing down on them at full speed. The rig slams into the car at full speed, turning it on its side and sending it sliding into the parking lot of a car dealership, crushing several cars in the lot. The men come out of their vehicles carrying their guns]
Armored Car Guard: [on his radio] 2-1-1! 2-1-1! We're being held up! [The men take up positions, guns drawn, around the armored car, and Shiherlis pounds an explosive charge into the rear door]
Police Scanner: 2-1-1, armored car... [Trejo picks up his walkie-talkie]
Trejo: There's the call. Three minutes. [He starts the stopwatch and tosses it to McCauley]
Chris Shiherlis: Clear!
[After a few seconds, he presses a remote control detonator, blowing open the rear doors. Cheritto, McCauley, and Shiherlis pull the guards out of the truck and hand them over to Waingro, who forces them onto the sidewalk and trains a Star Megastar handgun on them. As Shiherlis searches for several sheets containing bearer bonds inside the back of the car, Trejo runs a spike strip across the street]
Neil McCauley: 80 seconds left!
Waingro: Get back. [The terrified guards don't move] Get back! [They still don't move] Get back!! [Waingro pistol-whips the first guard over the left shoulder; Cheritto shoots him a look over his shoulder]
Michael Cheritto: Hey slick, see that shit comin' outta their ears? They can't fucking hear you! Cool it!
[Shiherlis finishes collecting the sheets containing the bearer bonds from inside the armored car, and comes out]
Chris Shiherlis: All right guys! I got it! Got it! [He starts heading towards the ambulance. McCauley, Cheritto and Trejo follow him, but Waingro continues to hold the guards at gunpoint]
Waingro: You had to fuck with me. You wanna fuck with me? [He shoots the first guard in the head, killing him instantly. The second one reaches for the Smith & Wesson Model 38 in his ankle holster. McCauley spots him doing so out of the corner of his eye, and promptly kills him with a fusillade of automatic weaponfire. Cheritto holds his gun on the third remaining guard. With a nod from McCauley, Cheritto shoots the third guard twice in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground. He then steps up and shoots the guard in the head at point-blank range, and then the men all pile into the back of the ambulance]
Neil McCauley: [to Waingro] What the fuck were you doin'? What did you do? Dumb motherfucker.
Waingro: The guy was making a move.
[The ambulance begins to drive away. As it speeds down Venice Boulevard, the first three responding cruisers hit the spike strip, blowing out their tires and causing two of them to fishtail. The officers rush over to stop the other patrol cars just in the nick of time. As they do that, McCauley's crew piles out of the ambulance a few blocks away and Shiherlis plants a firebomb in the back to destroy everything inside]

[Hanna arrives at the scene of the armored car heist]
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Find the ambulance?
Uniformed Officer: Dumped it four blocks from here.
Det. Mike Bosko: 22nd Street between Figueroa and Flower. They torched and burned everything; the guns, clothes, everything. [pause; Hanna gestures towards a helicopter in the adjacent field] They were airborne. They taped the last few seconds of the black-and-whites doing demolition derby. [Hanna points at the tow truck that Cheritto and Waingro used] Stolen out of Fresno two weeks ago; the yellow pickup truck, out of Whittier, day before yesterday.
Uniformed Officer: You taking this one, Lieutenant? Or does it stay in Division?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Does this look like gangbangers working the local 7-11 to you? Robbery-Homicide's taking it.
Uniformed Officer: It's all yours.
Det. Mike Bosko: We've got three motorists. All they saw were men with masks, they were distant. Console TV Man over there, however, he was closer. [gestures to the homeless man, who is being interviewed by another detective]
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Did he ID anybody?
Det. Mike Bosko: Well he was hiding. He heard it mostly. [Hanna starts towards the bodies of the three guards]
Lt. Vincent Hanna: OK, what about them?
Det. Mike Bosko: Right, now according to the TV Man, this guy started mouthing off.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Smart.
Det. Bosko: Yeah, somebody called a guard "Slick".
Sgt. Drucker: Slick?
Det. Mike Bosko: Yeah. [stands over the second guard (the one McCauley killed)] Now this guy - I figure this guy went for that holdout piece, ankle holster, right from here. [points with his finger to spots on his right arm and chest to indicate entry wounds] Bang. Bang. Bang-bang-bang, to this side. [motions towards the body of the third guard (the one Cheritto killed)] This guy here has got what appears to be a double-tap entry wound to the sternum. Tattooing around a head-wound, scorched bone, close range, probably executed. [stands up] There was $1.6 million in bearer bonds, and they ignored the loose cash.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: 'Cause they had no time; 'cause they were on a clock, which means they knew our response time to a 211, had our air, immobilized it, entered, [and] escaped in under three minutes. It's a good spot here. We've got good escape routes - two freeways, within a quarter of a mile.
Det. Sammy Casals: Traffic video camera?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Probably disabled. Check it anyway.
Sgt. Drucker: You recognize the M.O.?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: M.O. is that they're good. Once it escalated into a murder one beef for all of 'em, after they killed the first two guards, they didn't hesitate; pop guard number three because... what difference does it make? Why leave a living witness? Drop of a hat these guys will rock and roll. [walks over and examines the charges that Shiherlis had planted] The shape charge--the shape charge indicates that they are technically proficient. Proficient enough to go in on the prowl, so let's start looking for recent highline burglaries that have mystified us. [to Casals] Run "Slick" as an alias to the FBI. We're gonna get the phone book. Do it anyway. [to Drucker] Who's movin' the bearer bonds? Check the usual fences. You and I will check with Cuzomano and Torena. [to Schwartz] I want you to take Goldstein and O'Farrell. [to Bosko] Hang in with forensics, from the bomb squad. I want the explosive. If we're lucky, it's exotic - we can trace the sale.

[Hanna comes home from the scene of the armored car robbery. Justine comes down]
Justine Hanna: Are you all right? What happened? Where've you been?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Work. Lauren's dad show up?
Justine Hanna: Didn't call, didn't show. We waited for you until 10:30.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Does this guy have any idea of what's going on with this kid?
Justine Hanna: [shakes her head] I don't know.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: What, is she okay?
Justine Hanna: She's been in her room all day, so no, she's not okay. Neither am I. Uh, I made dinner for us four hours ago. Um, by the time I tried to maintain a consistent mood between us, she'd withdraw.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I've got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice Boulevard, Justine! I'm sorry if the goddamn...chicken...got overcooked. [sets aside a drumstick. Justine goes back upstairs and Hanna turns on the TV]

Vincent: I don't know how to do anything else.
Neil: Neither do I.
Vincent: I don't much want to either.
Neil: Neither do I.

[Hanna meets with Richard Torena for information about Cheritto]
Richard Torena: I could get killed for telling you this shit.
Vincent Hanna: You could get killed walkin' your doggie!

Vincent Hanna: You know, we are sitting here, you and I, like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we've been face to face, if I'm there and I gotta put you away, I won't like it. But I tell you, if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow, brother, you are going down.
Neil McCauley: There is a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We've been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate. Not for a second.
Vincent Hanna: Maybe that's the way it'll be...Or, who knows?
Neil McCauley: Or maybe we'll never see each other again.

Vincent: So you never wanted a regular type life?
Neil: What the fuck is that? Barbeques and ballgames?
Vincent: Yeah.
Neil: Regular type life, like your life?
Vincent: My life? No.. no, my life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage — my third — because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.
Neil: A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?
Vincent: That's an interesting point. What are you a Monk?
Neil: I have a woman.
Vincent: Yeah, what do you tell her?
Neil: I tell her that I'm a salesman.
Vincent: So, if you spot me comin' around that corner...You just gonna walk out on that woman?
Neil: That's the discipline.

Charlene Shiherlis: What else are you guys selling?
Sgt. Drucker: All kinds of shit. But we don't have to sell this and you know it, 'cause this kind of shit here sells itself.

[McCauley, Shiherlis and Cheritto are conversing after they are forced to abort the precious metals repository]
Neil McCauley: L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from?
Chris Shiherlis: Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something?
Neil McCauley: Assume they got our phones, assume they got our houses, assume they got us, right here, right now as we sit, everything. Assume it all.

[Hanna, Drucker, Casals, and a Las Vegas detective barge past Alan Marciano's secretary and enter his office]
Alan Marciano: Can I help you?
Vincent Hanna: Are you Alan Marciano?
Alan Marciano: Yeah. And who the fuck are you?
[Hanna pins Marciano down onto his office desk]
Vincent Hanna: Lieutenant Vincent Hanna, LAPD.
Alan Marciano: LA? This is Las Vegas! You don't have jurisdiction here!
[Hanna sets Marciano down in his chair and turns him towards the Las Vegas detective]
Vincent Hanna: Las Vegas PD takes you into custody. You are extradited to Newark on a New Jersey warrant for smuggling cigarettes up from North Carolina three years ago, or you go to work for us. Cut and dried. That...is...it.

[Hanna's team question Alan Marciano about Charlene Shiherlis]
Alan Marciano: [somewhat to himself] Why'd I get mixed up with that bitch?
Vincent Hanna: Cause she's got a great ass!! And you got your head all the way up it! Ferocious, aren't I? When I think of asses, a woman's ass, something comes out of me.
Alan Marciano: So?
Vincent Hanna: So, no big thing. All I want is her husband, and his whole fucking crew. Now you're gonna work with Sgt. Drucker here.

[The delivery man pulls up beside McCauley's car and rolls down his window]
Neil McCauley: Put your hands where I can see them.
Driver: What?
Neil McCauley: Put your hands where I can see 'em.
Driver: All right. [he lifts his hands off the steering wheel]
Neil McCauley: I tell you what to do. I tell you how to do it. With you right hand only - your right hand only - take the package and throw it in here. [The driver grabs the package with his right hand and tosses it into the passenger's seat of McCauley's vehicle. While that is happening, the assassin gets out of the truck's flatbed wielding a Steyr TMP, hunkering down as he creeps between the two vehicles. As he is standing up and taking aim, Shiherlis (who is standing on the roof of a booth) sees what is about to happen, and alerts McCauley through his headset]
Chris Shiherlis: Behind you, on the right! [McCauley looks, and promptly throws his car in reverse, jamming the assassin against the truck. As soon as he has cleared, Shiherlis opens fire on the assassin]

[Neil calls Roger Van Zant from a restaurant kitchen phone after the assassination attempt]
Neil McCauley: Roger Van Zant?
Roger Van Zant: Yeah, who's this?
Neil McCauley: You know what this is?
Roger Van Zant: Yes I do, yes I do. I sent a guy to deliver the package. He didn't call. Is everything all right?
Neil McCauley: Tell you what: forget the money.
Roger Van Zant: What?
Neil McCauley: Forget, the money.
Roger Van Zant: Well, it's--it's a lot of money. Wha--What are you doing? Whaddaya mean, "forget the money"?
Neil McCauley: What am I doing? I'm talking to an empty telephone.
Roger Van Zant: I don't understand.
Neil McCauley: Because there is a dead man on the other end of this fuckin' line. [hangs up]

[Hanna gets back after being called to the scene of Waingro's latest murder victim]
Justine Hanna: I guess the earth shattered?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: So why didn't you let Bosko take you home?
Justine Hanna: I didn't wanna ruin their night too. What was it?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: You don't wanna know.
Justine Hanna: I'd like to know what's behind that grim look on your face.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I don't do that. You know it. Let's go, come on.
Justine Hanna: You never told me I'd be excluded.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I told you when we hooked up, baby, that you were gonna have to share me with all the bad people and all the ugly events on this planet.
Justine Hanna: And I bought into that sharing. Because I love you. I love you fat, bald, money, no money, driving a bus - I don't care. But you have got to be present like a normal guy, some of the time. That's sharing. This is not sharing, this is left overs!
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Oh, I see, what I should do is, er, come home and say, "Hi honey! Guess what? I walked into this house today, where this junkie asshole just fried his baby in a microwave, because it was crying too loud. So let me share that with you. Come on, let's share that, and in sharing it, we'll somehow, er, cathartically dispel all that heinous shit". Right? [pause] Wrong.

Michael Cheritto: What do you want to be when you grow up, honey?
Linda Cheritto: I don't know.
Michael Cheritto: She doesn't know. Just like me, I don't know either.

[Hanna catches his wife cheating on him]
Justine Hanna: In a way, you're a party to this.
Vincent Hanna: Oh yeah, I made Ralph fuck you because it makes me feel good!

Det. Mike Bosko Next door's an oil refinery, overthere's a scrapyard.
Det. Danny Schwartz Refinery only pays by check. No cash around. Same for the scrapyard.

[Hanna returns to the station after having coffee with McCauley]
Det. Sammy Casals: They dumped us.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: What?
Det. Mike Bosko: They dumped us.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Whaddaya mean, "they dumped us"?
Sgt. Drucker: Chris slipped his tail. He doesn't talk about their scores with Charlene, so there's nothing for me to get from Marciano, I tried.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: What about Cheritto?
Det. Casals: Same. Transponders got put on a bus to San Clemente.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: They dumped all our surveillance?!
Det. Sammy Casals: Yeah, at the same time: 9:00 PM.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I had coffee with McCauley HALF AN HOUR AGO!
Det. Sammy Casals: We were on you! Then McCauley drives into LAX where surveillance can't fly over because of flight paths. His car's still there; he's gone.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Does anybody have any idea where the fuck these people are?

Albert Torena: Where's your empathy, brother? It's a substance abuse problem.
Vincent Hanna: Empathy was yesterday. Today, you're wasting my motherfucking time.

Richard Torena: This guy I was locked up with in Folsom: did a couple, two-three years. He got out, and I ran into him.
Vincent Hanna: And so?
Richard Torena: He's a big fiend for action. Now if he'd said nothin', I'd have thought nothin'. But he goes on and on to me about how he's been doing nothin' and nothin' here's been going on and all this other bullshit, so right then and there I know: this cat's got somethin' goin' down.
[long pause]
Vincent Hanna: Pretty fuckin' great. [Turns to Albert] Albert, what's wrong with you? You drag me here, waste my time like this. [to Richard] You saw a guy, on the street, who's an ex-con?
Richard Torena: That's right.
Vincent Hanna: Well I am... over-fuckin' whelmed. What d'you want for that, a junior g-man badge?

Vincent: Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?
Neil: You lookin' to become a penologist?
Vincent: You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you?
Neil: You must've worked some dipshit crews.
Vincent: I worked all kinds.
Neil: You see me doin' thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
Vincent: No, I do not.
Neil: Right. I am never goin' back.
Vincent: Then don't take down scores.

[Vincent and his team are standing in the same spot Neil and his gang were standing looking at something.]
Vincent: I got an idea what they're looking at.... You know what they're looking at?... I mean — is this guy something, or is he something?... This crew is good!... You wanna know what they're looking at?
Dr. Bob: What?
Vincent: Us.... The L-A-P-D.... Po-lice Department.... We just got made...

[Waingro visits Van Zant in his office]
Roger Van Zant: Who are you?
Waingro: Waingro. My name's Waingro.
Roger Van Zant: I've been living in the office day and night, how well do you know him?
Waingro: Oh, we took some major scores together.
Roger Van Zant: How come I haven't heard from him?
Waingro: Well, he's probably busy right now. But he's real thorough. He ain't gon' forget about you.
Roger Van Zant: Oh that's reassuring.

[The crew are eating at a diner]
Waingro: Anyone want some pie?
[no response, Chris sees something out the window]
Trejo: I gotta go use the john. [He gets up and Cheritto sits where Trejo was at the end of the table. McCauley enters the diner. Trejo returns, Cheritto gets up, Trejo takes his place as Cheritto sits down next to Chris. Neil sits down next to Waingro, waiting for an explanation]
Waingro: I had to get it on. He [the guard] was making a move. I had to get it on! [McCauley smashes Waingro's face into the table. A trucker looking at his newspaper a couple tables over looks over at the commotion. Cheritto shoots the guy a death glare and the guy returns to looking at his paper]
Neil McCauley: [grabs Waingro by the hair but lets go. Waingro groans/sighs in disgust] Split's in the car. Took it out of ours, evenly. To make up for his full end. Because I want to pay off and get rid of this motherfucker right now. [Everyone gets up, Waingro angrily grabbing his jacket. Cherrito makes sure Waingro is ahead of him and everyone walks out of the diner. After walking past two pillars, McCauley spins around and punches Waingro in the stomach. He grabs Waingro by the nose and drags him between a lot of cars. Trejo opens up a car trunk lined with garbage bags. McCauley forces Waingro to the ground, kicks him, holds him down, and draws his pistol out to shoot him, when...]
Michael Cheritto: HOLD IT!
[McCauley looks up, and sees a police car over on the main road, stopped. They watch for a few tense moments. The cruiser activates its lights and siren, makes a u-turn, and drives away. By the time Neil turns around, Waingro has vanished]

[Last words of the film, as McCauley lies dying]
Neil: Told you I'm never going back.
Vincent: Yeah.

[Neil breaks into Van Zant's house to confront him]
Neil McCauley: Waingro. Where is he? Where is he?!
Roger Van Zant: How the hell would I know? [Neil shoots Van Zant three times in the chest]

Hooker: Hey baby, time to go.
Waingro: Showed you a good time, didn't I?
Hooker: Oh yeah. You fly. You cool.
Waingro: You're lying to me. I can always tell when people lie to me.
Hooker: I ain't lying. You're a hot dog. A regular rodeo rider. And this was the monster fuck of my young life. Now, I gotta get my ass streetside, sugar.
Waingro: You don't have a truth-telling style.
Hooker: What are you talking about?
Waingro: You don't know what this is. The Grim Reaper is visiting with you.
[Waingro steps closer to her, and smashes her head in]

Waingro: [after hearing Neil knock on his door, while loading his gun, he looks at the door] Yeah?
Neil McCauley: [holding a security guard flashlight and wearing a security jacket] Security. There's, uh, a fire on three. We have to evacuate all floors.
Waingro: I can't leave here. [Neil knocks on the door with the flashlight. Waingro looks through the peephole and sees him] Why don't we just talk about this a bit? Huh, brother?

[Hanna notices that the crew is leaving empty-handed, after one of the SWAT officers in his van makes a noise that gives himself away to McCauley]
Lt. Vincent Hanna: [over the radio] OK, let 'em go.
Police Captain: What do you mean? We can take 'em...
Lt. Vincent Hanna: On what? What are you gonna take 'em on? Breaking and entering? They didn't steal anything yet. Don't you get it? It gets knocked back to some chicken shit misdemeanour, they do six months and they're out. No fuckin' way.
Police Captain: I'm not taking the heat from my boss just 'cause you let 'em go. They're not walking.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: That's exactly what they're gonna do. They're gonna walk. This is my operation. I have tactical command that supercedes your rank! They will walk away and you will let them! [slams his radio down] Fuck!


  • An epic tale of crime and obsession and two men on opposite sides of the law.
  • A Los Angeles crime saga.
  • From "The Godfather" to "Scent of a Woman". From "Raging Bull" to "Goodfellas". Two of America's celebrated superstars will finally collide.


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