Is that a murder weapon in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?
Returning after a four-year absence from movies, Al Pacino gets back in the flow of things as a fast-talking, angina-causing NYC cop hot on the trail of a killer.
The slayings all seem to lead back to Ellen Barkin, exuding maximum sultry heat as a woman fond of answering lonely hearts ads in the local tabloids.
A combustible duo under any circumstances, they dance a naughty tango, while Pacino remains ever-aware he could be the next victim.
No worries, he brought protection — a .38 snubnose.