you found the body?
what kid?
hi, kid.
i'm a police officer. i'm going to have to talk to the boy. what's his name?
there'll be another train. the man who was killed tonight was a policeman, sam. it's my job to find out who did it. i want you to tell me everything you saw when you went in there.
who'd you see?
who'd you see, sam? the man on the floor?
anybody know about this?
okay, sam. can you tell me what he looked like?
black.  i understand. what else,sam?
try that one again, sam –
all right, talk.
we were running zenovitch.  that's all i can tell you. but i want it, terry. i've got a call into schaeffer.
i'll buy a dog.
go get a cup of coffee, stan.
oh, he's good.
yeah.
zenovitch was about to deliver a list of names tonight – street chemists.  the guys processing this p2p into speed.
maybe.
maybe.
if there isn't i've just wasted the last six months.
the amish boy saw him, paul. i'll make it, but set donahue and the homicide department off my back or they'll blow the whole thing.
what's-her-name moved to buffalo.
let's just find coalmine. listen, zenovich made a mistake. you didn't let anybody down. it happens –
we're looking for a suspect. we've reason to believe he's still in the area.
yes i do. your son is a material witness to a homicide.
doesn't surprise me. i meet a lot of people like that.
you're right. it's not a joke. listen, i know a little about the amish. i know this has to be an ordeal for you; and i'm really sorry you an samuel got involved.
what was that?
book. john book
sammy, where's coalmine?
coalmine.
put some light on him.
look at him.
sorry. it's important.
where's timmy and buck?
you've got a man here and the kids are upstairs?
oh sure, fred.
they're amish.
now what's the problem?
whacking?
believe me, i'm trying to get this over with as fast as i can. but samuel will probably have to come back and testify.
people who don't go into our courts when they're told to sometimes go directly into our jail.
look, i'm genuinely sorry.
they kid a lot.
what's a 'good' tired. tired is tired.
just wanted to see if you were on your toes.
no.
oh? anything else?
afternoon, gentlemen. i'd like you to meet samuel lapp. we'd like a little help.
listen, i'm the cop that polices the police. i'm not in the business of protecting crooked cops. i'll make an arrest when i know everybody involved.
because – somehow – they knew i was getting close. look, it's narcotics.  they make dope out of chemicals.  they sell it on the street for millions of dollars. they'll do anything. and they can get away with it because they're cops.
you'll be safe. you don't have to worry.
look, they're thinking as long as they keep the killer out of samuel's way, we can't make an i.d. there's no way they can know samuel saw that photograph, so he's safe.
i mean it. you will be safe.
it was mcelroy, paul.
last guy i would have figured. but he's part of it.
if i did, i'd have kept my mouth shut.  it fits, paul.  fifty-five gallons of p2p confiscated four years ago.  guess who was in on the collar? mac. he salts it away somewhere.  he knows the stuff is potent, but the street chemists haven't figured out how to process it. but they do now. and now the stuff is worth five-grand a pint and there are a lot of pints in a fifty-five gallon drum.
just us.
more people.  gotta pick up where zenovich left off. people from outside the department.
a hot shower.  i haven't changed clothes in two days.
already starting to leap away to one side, he is hit, driven into a half-turn. he clutches at the wound, as:
hit.  a grazing near-miss this time, but enough to send book down hard and grasping.
down, muttering curses.
groaning in pain, beginning to try to crawl crab-like. and we hear – from the agonized recesses of book's dream.
just us.
no! no hospital!
listen carefully, i wrote the amish woman's name and address on my desk calendar, i want you to lose it for me, now. tonight.
nothing. i'm not going to be around for a while. i'll call you when i can.
listen to me – schaeffer's part of it. maybe at the top of it.
yeah.  i can put it all together when i get back, 'til then, you know nothing, understand? business as usual.
good. take care of that woman's name for me. and watch your ass.
put my car in the garage and close the door.
you don't know anything.  borrowed your car. didn't say why. and you never heard of that woman and her boy.
just do it!
home.
i was wrong.
i can't.
there isn't going to be one.
no, no doctor.
gunshot.  they'll file reports.  they'll find me.
and when they find me, they'll find your boy!
who are they?
can i have something to drink?
does anybody know i'm here?
how long?
how long have i been here?
listen, thank you. thanks for everything. but i've got to go.
tell him his tea stinks.
his eyes are open and watching samuel icily, which gives the boy something of a jolt.
give me that.
come here.
you ever handle a pistol like this, samuel?
tell you what – i'm going to let you handle this one. but only if you promise not to say anything to your momma. i've got a feeling she wouldn't understand.
call me john.
you don't want to point that at people you just started calling by their first name.
nobody meant any harm. the boy was curious. i unloaded the gun -
put it up someplace samuel can't get it.
friends?
very interesting. i'm learning a lot about manure. what's that?
your husband's?
something wrong with buttons?
hochmut?
anything against zippers?
quaint? can't imagine why.
where's the nearest telephone?
no. i'd want a public phone.
i'm going this morning.
i know what he said.
rachel.
thanks.
my.  eh.  gun?
the.  bullets?
not much good without them.
it's me.
never mind. i'm coming in to take care of business. how hot am i?
i'm coming.
i hear you. i'll stay in touch.
where i'm at is maybe 1890.
make that 1790.
sure, i'm sorry. hope you don't mind me plugging in to your battery. mine's dead.  how can i help? what can i do?
milking?
i've seen pictures.
not one this big.
careful, son –
you don't say.
i thought i was the english.
try the house.
pigs.
he uses a drawknife on a piece of 2x4, with some obvious expertise.
oh? what happened to hochstetler?
a real fireball.
i did some carpentry summers when i was going to school.
i can whack people. i'm hell at whacking.
now hold on. there's a lot of people who think being a cop is a legitimate job.
guess i'm not used to so much.
sure.
i'll drink some more of stoltzfus' tea.
hi.
not long.  a few days.
you like it.  don't you?
next thing you know you'll be off drinking beer and racing motorcycles.
it's not her fault. i –
all right, you nasty son of a bitch, we're going to be friends whether you like it or not.
see.  sugar. you like sugar, don't you for christ's sake?
won him over just like that.
later.
it's been a while.
pretty much.
yes, sir.
hey, sam.
what's that, sam?
same to you, sam.
sam?
as he stands in the doorway, willing himself to leave, unable to make it happen.
tightening to him, and.
last night.
if.  we'd made love, then, i couldn't leave.
maybe i ought to learn to drive this thing.
pick myself up another useful skill.
uh oh, they're leaving us behind.
lady, if you take my picture, i'll rip your brassiere off and strangle you with it.
lieutenant elton carter, please.
what? i'm a friend of his.
you made a mistake, paul. you shouldn't have taken elton out.
i'm fine. i'm going to live a long time. that's what i called to tell you.
you might want to pass it along to mac.
i've already got something worked out. be seeing you.
you're making a mistake.
pick up the hat.
i'm leaving tonight. i'm going to need my clothes. and my gun.
there was.
i know.
no. i was being unrealistic. even thinking about living this life.
aren't you? after today?
oh, come on, rachel. no way.
land! are you crazy? i'm no amishman and i'm no farmer! i'm a cop. that's what i know and that's what i do!
that's your way, not mine.
well in the city of philadelphia, god needs a little help!
looking after her. a face full of loss.
it's them, sam. now, sam, listen to me and listen to me carefully. listen to me as you never listened before.
listen to me, sam! i want you to go across the new corn to stoltzfus'. run as fast as you can. and stay there!
i'll be all right. you just do as i say.
i won't. now run. fast as you can!
as he listens, tenses, hearing fergie's feet in the fresh straw.
as he slips out of the stall, ducks toward the rear of the barn.
standing in shadow at the back of the barn next to a hay mow.
as he starts to move even further back, he nudges into a rope fastened to the wall behind him, he looks at it, looks up.
hey, mac!
sprinting toward a ladder thrust up through an opening in the barn floor just in front of his parked car.
diving, rolling, slamming into the top of the ladder, flailing down out of sight.
he stands below in a cowpen, using the cows for cover. the cows stare balefully at him. a large goat nuzzles him, hooks at him with its horns. book waits, watches.
now, quickly, he ducks back out through the entrance, crosses to the door to the cowpen, very cautiously peers out.
he climbs up to the second kickboard, pauses, checks the distance to the floor, starts upward again.
listening tensely, hearing mcelroy arrive on the other side of the kickboard. then, deliberately, book makes a fist, raps on the board smartly once.
we hear with him the thump of the muzzle, the click.  and, with marvelous speed, book pulls the kickboard and drops it to the floor.
he falls almost straight down, lands on his back, lies stunned.
it's okay, sam.
you're going to have to do it right here, schaeffer.
it's all over, paul.
turning, looking into the crowd, finding rachel. their gazes meet, hold for a long moment. in the eyes of both we read resignation.  whatever there was between them has been terribly damaged. it is almost certainly over for them, too.
got to, sam. you and i are going to a courthouse together, put some people behind bars.
sure have, sam.
where's my baggy pants?