coonan? for a second-degree plea. when we first met, you told me you'd been on the other side of this. remember? now... could that be why you seem so eager to get your hands on this mysterious assassin? because if i had to guess, i'd say that someone close to you was murdered, and you think rathborne had something to do with it. but i don't have to guess, do i? because it's all over your face. that still doesn't change the fact that you're guilty of murder. maybe not. but for the low, low price of transactional immunity, i can give you the closure you've been seeking. you get rathborne, and i walk. (montgomery) transactional immunity, paul, and i'm inclined to give it to him. rathborne has killed five that we know of, including the mother of one of my people. it's one of our own, paul. i remember that used to mean something in this town. well? he went for it. the district attorney is gonna offer coonan immunity if he gives us rathborne. i hope you know what the hell you're doing. describe him. about my height. just so

coonan had a heavy rep. word is he's an enforcer for the westies. okay, remind me--who are the westies again? irish mafia out of hell's kitchen. they deal in cargo theft, counterfeiting, extortion. and public urination on st. patrick's day. our boy coonan also had a home security system-- 12-gauge, hollow point. that thing could stop a kodiak in kevlar. who did he think was coming through the door?

coonan said it was 100 grand to catch her killer. and you never told him it was your mother that was murdered. there was no rathborne. that was just a cover. it was you. clever girl. aah! all right. ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. now here's what's gonna happen. we're just gonna stroll on over to the elevator together, nice and easy. you make a sound, you attempt a signal, you so much as clear your throat, and i'll put a round in this man's liver. and he will die slowly and in considerable pain. aah. let's go. what, no pithy remarks from the peanut gallery? not so funny facing your own death, is it? i don't know, dick. you tell me. last time i checked, this was a police station. you knew before i arrested you, didn't you? you knew my mom was your victim. it wasn't personal, okay? she was just another job. she was my mother. who hired you to kill her? (scoffs) forget it. you'll never touch 'em. they'll bury you. tell me who. (gun cocks) no. no. no! sir! i need him alive. that's right. you do need me. now back him off or castle dies. you know i ca