All language subtitles for The.Limey.1999.1080p.WEBRip.DD2.0.x264-NTb

Tell me.

Tell me !

Tell me about Jenny.

* I've looked under chairs

* I've looked under tables

* I tried to find the key
to 50 million fables *

* They call me the seeker

* I've been
searchin' low and high *

* I won't get
to get what I'm after *

* Till the day I die

* I asked Bobby Dylan

* I asked the Beatles

* I asked Timothy Leary

* But he couldn't
help me either *

* They call me the seeker

* I've been searchin'
low and high *

* I won't get
to get what I'm after *

* Till the day I die

* People tend to hate me

* 'Cause I never smile

* As I ransack their homes
they wanna shake my hand *

* Focus in on nowhere

* Investigatin' miles

* I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man **

Edward Roel ?

Eduardo Roel.

Edward Roel ?

Eduardo Roel.

You're home then.

My name's Wilson.

Wilson ?

You wrote me
about my daughter.

Oh, uh, yeah.
Come in.

Who done it then ?
Huh ?

Snuffed her.
What are you
talkin' about ?

I sent you the newspaper
clipping, okay ? I told you
everything I know.

I never said anything
about anybody being snuffed.

Look, there was
an investigation, okay ?

The car was totaled.
Jenny was--

Her neck was broken,
they said,

on impact.

So she wouldn't have felt
the effects of the fire.

Those streets up them hills--

Man, you got to be careful.
You got to keep your eyes
on the ball.

2:00 in the morning, it's dark.
Your mind's a little agitated.

You're driving
a little too fast.

Those curves don't kid around.

It could have happened
to anybody. I didn't know
Jenny to be reckless.

But she'd have a drink here
and smoke a little pot.

That was it.
Nothing more than that.

No, not my girl.
Self-control, she had.

It was a point of pride.

Where'd she get it,
this grass or whatever ?

Oh, no, no, no.
I am no drug dealer.
What do you think ?

I think you didn't get
that ink in the navy doing
your national service.

Hey, man,
I already told you, man.

Corcoran.
You know what that is ?

State prison !

I did my time, okay ?
My sister's old man ?
He's in Chino doin' eight years.

I go to work.
I put my life together.
I put all that shit behind me.

Five years in the joint !
That's it !

I just got out meself,
didn't I ?

This bloke she was
bunked up with ?

Terry-- What's it ?
Terry Valentine.

What's he got
to say for himself ?

I don't know.
What's he gonna say ?
They had a fight ?

She drove away.
She was upset.

A couple of weeks
before Jenny died,

she asked me
to drive her downtown.

She said she wanted to talk
to her boyfriend, Valentine.

I think she was
looking for him.

Trying to catch him
with another bird ?

Exactly.
That's what I thought.

But we didn't go to no hotel
or nothin' like that.

We went someplace else.
Whereabouts ?

Some bad place, bad people.

Some guy unloading trucks.
Some kind of deal going down.

Now, look, I don't know,
and I don't care, okay ?

They could have been shipping
fava beans to Eskimos.

Did Jenny know ?
Valentine wasn't there.

So if he was involved,
and she was into something,
who's to say ?

But I want to tell you,

Jenny stood right
in front of those guys,

eyeballing them,
checking them out.

She made me feel
like she was covering my ass.

I can't even believe that.

Really ? What'd she say ?

Hang on.

Can I help you ?

Can't be too careful
nowadays, you know ?
A lot of tea leaves about.

You know what I mean ?
Excuse me ?

Tea leaves, thieves.
Terry Valentine ?
Do you know him ?

And who are you ?

Wilson. My name's Wilson.

Well, Wilson, to start,
I never heard of you.

Well, I'm not
that well known,

except around
certain districts,
some police nicks.

Police what ?
Who, me ?
No, couldn't be bothered.

Who the fuck are you ?
And how did you get in here ?

A little bird told me
that you and Terry Valentine
have business dealings.

I don't know anybody
named Terry Valentine.
Don't you ?

Now, you take a walk,
pal, okay ?

You're makin'
a big mistake. Go on.
Get the hell outta here.

Hey !

What you been up to, pal ?

What you been doing, son ?
You got to buck your ideas up.

Ouch !

What you been doing ?

Jennifer Wilson.
Jennifer Wilson.
That name mean anything ?

What's the deal ?

Whoa ! Hold on ! Hold on !
What the hell--
Who is this guy ?

Only reason you're not dead
is I wanna find out
who the fuck you are.

Jennifer Wilson
was my daughter.
Who the fuck is Jennifer--

Wasn't she that chick
that showed up down here ?

Yeah, talked the same way
as this cocksucker.
Yeah.

Yeah. Terry Valentine's
a friend of mine.

He's a personal friend.
I don't talk about
my friends with strangers.

But that cunt
daughter of yours ?

She come up here
stickin' her tits in my face.

Who am I ?
How do I know Terry ?

What's the nature
of our business together ?

I admire Terry
for a lot of things,

but I gotta say
he let himself get, uh,

royally pussy-whipped
by that fuckin' bitch.

You know what I would liked
to have done to her ?

You know what I would
liked to have done ?

I bet she would have
liked that, huh ?

It's too bad she had to take
a nosedive off that cliff.

Probably dried her
all up.

No !

I got a gun right here !
No !

- Get him outta here.

You want me
to call an ambulance ?
No !

I'll call Avery.

Oh, man !
Get outta here !

Whoa !

You come back down here again,
Pop, and we'll kill you.

You understand ?
This is private property.

We will shoot you, fuck-o !
Do ya get it ?

Fuckin' old fart come down here.
Big, dangerous gun.

Yeah, we're quakin'.
We're quakin'.

Shit.

Hey, you come on back.
You come on back
and trespass, okay ?

We look forward
to it, asshole.

Stupid English fuck !

Hey, what-- Hey ! Hey !

What the--

You tell him--
You tell him I'm coming !

Tell him I'm fucking coming !

Tell 'em I'm coming ?

Tell "him" I'm coming.

Who ?
Nobody knows.

* If you could only see me

* I know exactly where I am

* You wouldn't want to be me

* Oh, I can assure you of that

* I'm not the guy to run with

* 'Cause I'll pull you
off the line *

* I'll break you
and destroy you *

* Given time

* He's King Midas
with a curse *

* He's King Midas
in reverse *

* He's King Midas
with a curse *

* He's King Midas
in reverse *

* It's plain to see
it's hopeless **

Adhara.

I remember telling your parents,
"If you're looking for a name,

you can't go wrong
with a constellation."

Well, I used to hate it.
Now I like it.

Well, it could be worse.
They could have called you...

Reticulum, Pleiades.

God, you're beautiful.

Is there anything in this world
that you want or need ?

Well, I wanna know why
you need that scary man
in your house.

Gordon ?
He's been with me for years.

He's not as tough
as he looks.

Then what good is he ?
Heard of loyalty ?

Yeah. I'm loyal to things
that make me happy.

Oh, am I a "thing" ?
Well, you're certainly
not a person.

I'm not ?
No.

You're not specific
enough to be a person.
You're more like, um, a vibe.

God, I'm glad we're having
this little chat. Come here.

Get out of the pool.

Terry !

Look, I don't know
what transpired exactly.

What ?
Our friends downtown.
Someone took them out.

Took them out ?
What the fuck
does that mean ?

It used to mean it was similar
to a gangland slaying.
Well, maybe it still is.

Well-- Well, who ?

Well--
Blacks ?

Blacks ? No, Terry,
it's not their style.

From what I gather,
it was a lone gunman.

Lone gunman ?
Oh, Jesus, you sound
like the 5:00 news.

Why are you telling me
all this shit ?

I didn't want you to hear
about it and then freak out.

Fuck you, Jim.
I don't freak out anymore.
Oh.

Well, it's probably nothing.

That's usually what
senseless mayhem comes
down to, isn't it ?

Bad loan, bad judgment,
bad faith.

These were bad people
involved with worse people.

Cops got a lot of leads
to follow, so--

As long as nobody can
connect anything to me.

No one's gonna connect
anything to you.

That was a one-off deal.
Like a moving freight train,
you hopped on, you hopped off.

Anything else,
I would have had
you walk away.

You never saw those guys
again, right ?

Are you crazy ?
They're your friends,
not mine.

What ?

Your clients.

I befriended them
when you needed them.
Let's put it that way.

Well, the cops.
I mean, you know--

Are they satisfied
with this gangland shit
or what ?

The cops don't get satisfied.
They get placated.

They're talkin'
to the kid who got away,
the kid who called me.

Well, I called them--
Scared out of his wits,
this kid.

All he can say is that
the shooter is some crazy guy.

Shooter.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah, he said he went nuts.

He's yelling and screaming
about, "Tell him I'm coming."

"Tell 'em I'm coming" ?
"Tell him I'm coming."

Who ?
Nobody knows.

Oh, man, great.
This is sure makin'
the fuck outta my day.

Come on, come on.
Terry, relax,
would you, please ?

The goods are long gone.
Money's been turned around.

Middlemen are dead.
This is a good thing, huh ?
So don't panic, okay ?

No one can link
anybody to you.

Jenny did.

Yeah, well, Jenny could.

She'd already got to ya.

Terry Valentine ?
Do you know him ?

Valentine came into the
restaurant a couple of times.
The guy's a money guy.

They were together
how long ?

Five years.
Long time.

There you go.
Jenny must have liked him.

Jenny would say,
"Here's my friend Eddie."
He'd shake my hand.

But the guy
wouldn't even see me.
You know what I mean ?

Jenny told me
she met him at a beach,
got blinded by his smile.

Can you believe that ?
That son of a bitch
never smiled at me.

I mean, Jenny and I,
we were friends,

but, you know, we didn't travel
in the same social circles.

She had her life.
I had mine.

How'd you two
hook up then ?

Jenny was in
my acting class.

She was 21
when she came to me.
Straight from leaving you.

Maybe you should talk to Elaine.
That was her best friend.

I do double duty
as a voice coach.

Not that her accent would
have hobbled her progress,
not with that look.

She didn't write me,
did she ?

She didn't know what to say.

I figured somebody
should say something
to someone, you know ?

You're Jenny's father.

Why did you come here ?

Thought it'd be nice
to have a chat with you.
That's all.

No.

Why did you come here ?

Get a few things
sorted out.

Been busy, have you ?
How do you mean ?

I heard you were, uh--
What is that adorable
expression ?

At Her Majesty's pleasure.
It was the bars then.

What was it,
Wembley Stadium job ?

That was it, right ?
Pink Floyd concert receipts ?

Earning interest
in an offshore account.

Tidy little premium
per annum, that.

Security like that
can't be bought.

It must be more comforting
than having a daughter
to greet you.

Hey, ain't you
gonna let me in ?

You can call me again.

Weren't you in a soap
on the box ?

Three seasons.
Who told you that ? Eddie ?

Yeah, Eddie, yeah.
He's my new china.

What ?
China plate, mate. Me and him.

Quite a character, isn't he ?

I mean, not to you, of course.
To us squares in
the outside world.

He give me your address.
I gave him yours.

I guess I thought I was
being loyal to Jenny,

who told me
she didn't have a father.

Before, of course,
proceeding to tell me why.

Yeah, well,

she was right in a way.

Her mum died when she was six.
After that, she was on her own.

Aunts and uncles
and then, well--

How are you gonna
keep her down on the farm
after she's seen L.A. ?

They give me compassionate
leave from Parkhurst
to visit her in hospital.

'Cause we was always mates,
Jenny's mum and me.

I like to think they're
together now, you know.

Heavenly choir.

And that's where
you got the word ?

That's where Eddie
wrote you ? In prison ?

Oh, no, no, I knew.
I knew before Ed.

Uh, what time was it
supposed to have happened ?

Eddie said 2:00
in the morning.

That's, like,
eight hours difference
between here and London.

That would have made it
about, like, 10:00 my time.

I was just
goin' out in the yard.

I was in the habit of savin'
my newspaper till then.

Stretch me legs,
breath of fresh air.

Bit of a read,
stretch out the good part
of the day as it were.

And, I couldn't
open the newspaper.

It was like the pages
was glued together.
Me hands were that weak.

I thought I was
havin' a heart attack.

Course I know I wasn't.
Guy I knew come up.

"Here, Wilson," he said,
"you're as white as a sheet."

I said, "Fuck me.
I been in prison half
me life, haven't I ?"

But he was dead-on,
because I'd felt all the blood
drain out of me head.

And I knew--

I knew something
must have happened to Jen.

She was... magic.

I can't believe Jenny
told you all that about me.

She was always
so embarrassed.

Not embarrassed.

Ashamed.

Not ashamed.

Disappointed.

Do you even know
who Terry Valentine is ?

Some pop music producer,
isn't he ?

Rock and roll
is what we called it.

Kind of a promoter,
I guess.

Whatever that means.

Anyway, he took the whole
'60s Southern California
zeitgeist and ran with it.

Packaged and sold it.

Made out like a bandit.

What's the deal ? Hmm ?

You and Terry Valentine
at 20 paces ?

Come on. Is that it ?

I don't see why not.

Are you serious ?
Have you ever
known me not to be ?

Oh, you fuckin' guys
and your dicks, man.

What do you expect me to do ?
Stay at home doing sweet F.A. ?

You don't believe
it was a car accident ?

Oh, yeah !
She fell asleep at the wheel.

Terry is never gonna
give you that satisfaction.

He is not the type.

Depends, doesn't it ?
On what ?

What makes you so certain ?

I bloody ask him.

Fine ! There's the phone.

You want his number ?

I've got his number.

Whatever you got to do, man,
you better go do it.

Looks like he's brought
in the heavy mob.

You're kidding me.
Extra muscle.
Bodyguards.

They look a right load
of wallies there.
You should see 'em.

Let me see.
Patrolling up and down
in front of the house.

Let me see.
All done up like fuckin'
household cavalry.

Those are valets, man.

Valets ? What do
you mean, valets ?

Who does he think he is,
the marquess of
fuckin' Tavistock ?

Valets, man, valets.
They park cars. They're
having a party, looks like.

Are they ?

Thank you.

Hey, trousers, uh,
keep it handy. We're not
gonna be staying long.

Yes, sir.
Vengo ahora.

Well, we a
little early, huh ?

Well, first in, first out.
That's me.

Good evening.
Mind how you go.

Gentlemen,
what can I get ya ?

Baby sham, Eduardo ?

Dubonnet with a twist ?

Tomato juice with Tabasco ?

I'll have a Coke.

You have those same posters.

What ?
That you
have down at your office.

No, they're different.

Well, I like the colors.
We all did.

Mmm. Must have
been a time, huh ?

A golden moment.

Have you ever dreamed
about a place...

you never really recalled
being to before ?

A place that
maybe only exists
in your imagination ?

Someplace far away,

half remembered
when you wake up.

When you were there, though,
you knew the language.

You knew your way around.

That was the '60s.

No, it wasn't that either.

It was just '66
and early '67.

That's all it was.

I'm gonna have a butcher's
around the house.

Who you gonna butcher ?

"Butcher's hook. Look."

Oop.

And I'm gonna try--
No, I don't like that.
And some of these.

Hi.

Hey, Terry.
How ya doin' ?

Just great. How ya doin' ?
Very well. Thank you.
Good to see ya.

Our counterfeit C.D.s
are doing extraordinary well.

Do I know you ?
I'm very happy
about that.

It was supposed
to be an infinity pool
to go right off the edge.

Definitely
business affairs.
Terry Valentine.

Hi. Very nice to meet you.
Good to see you.

Shit.

Hello ? Hey.

No, no, it's Crestview Terrace,
not Crestview Place.

Yeah, well, yeah, no,
there's three different
ways up the hill.

The best way is
to take Loma Vista--

Loma Lin-- Loma Linda.

Yeah. Yes.

Okay. All right. Bye.

Hi. How are you doing ?
Good to see you.

Hi. Well, you know,
it's the record business.
What can you say ?

Oh, it's the
"Hi. How are you ?" crowd ?

"Hi. How are you ?"
crowd, yeah.

You know Jim.
Of course. We know.

Blimey !

Yeah, if you can afford
a house like this, you buy
a house like this, you know ?

What are we
standing on ?

Trust.

You know, you could
see the sea out there
if you could see it.

Could ya ?

Where you going ?

Hello ?

The pool's hot, too,
if you want to, you know--

These are all
your friends ?

Unbelievable.
Well, you know--

We're not
gonna do this.

You produced the first
Christopher Cross album ?

Yeah, wow, that record
changed my life.
Come on.

What was he like ?
Just a little bit.
Just give me a scoop.

A nugget.
Basically,
I just do the contracts.

That's it ?
Just the contracts ?
Uh, well--

Hey, babe.

Bring the motor 'round.
Bang out front.

Hey, point it downhill.

As I was driving down Melrose,
just taking a left on Seward,

I saw this old guy locking up
a car, and it was so unmarked,
it was marked.

I mean, it was--

You got a cellular phone ?
There's a dead guy
down there.

Let's call the police.
You got a phone ?
No, I haven't.

Somebody better
call an ambulance.

Dame las llaves.
Gracias. Gracias.

Uh, excuse me.
Can I help you ?
Uh, no, thanks.

Go, go.

Sir, are you okay ?

Steady on, Fangio.
Man, you "steady on," man !

What the fuck
you do back there ?

You really didn't
cap the guy, did you ?

- Did you ?
- That would have been too easy.

- Too easy ?
- He's gotta know why.

You think a fuckin' guy
like that ever will ?

Down !
Whoa !

Whoa ! What are you doing ?
Whoa !

Fuck ! Fuck !

Wilson ! Wilson !
Wilson !

Wilson ! Come on, man !

Come on, come on,
come on. Shit !

Wilson.

Oh, boy.
You should have let me
do the talking.

Why ? Because you're
my security consultant ?

What the fuck is going on ?
What did you tell them ?

I told them that a longtime
employee flipped out.

That he had drug problems
and he refused counseling,

which as it happens is true.

And he committed suicide.

One of the guests
tried to stop him.

Jim, how the fuck
do you stop Gordon
at 400 pounds ? Oh !

That was good. Good.
Well, he's heavier
than that now, isn't he ?

Now, Jenny never told you
about her dad.

Her dad ? What dad ?

The one that was
in prison for nine years.

He was released last month.

Jenny's father
was in prison ?

For what ?
Armed robbery. Again.

Oh, again. Oh, God.
He's a career
criminal, Terry.

He's on leave of absence.
Get it ?
Where are you going ?

Don't you think I ought
to find him before they do ?

Oh, man,
I am fucking screwed
and screwed to the wall.

Look, I don't suppose
he entered this country
under his own name.

Oh, give me a fucking break.
Can you do that ?

Well, I would, if I came
this far to kill someone.
Oh, man.

Okay,

not even one of your guys
should handle this.

What do you want me to do ?
Tell them ?

No, I mean--
I told them I didn't know
who the guy was.

People come, people go.
How the fuck are
you gonna find him ?

Terry, he's not
James Bond, you know.

This is some pathetic
sad sack wandering around.
You tell that to Gordon.

What's England anyway ?
Some rinky-dink country
half the size of Wyoming...

where the cops
don't even carry guns ?

This is getting
all too close to me.

You know something ?
People close to you keep
falling in the canyons.

Oh, well, now,
that's brilliant.

Hey, relax.
I have other resources.

I have other resources.

No one even near to me,

because I am out of here.

I'm gone.

How do you keep
getting so lucky, Terry ?

I learned how to skate
when I was a little boy.

Well, you know, you can
have a dozen interventions,

but if the person doesn't
want to face up to it--

I guess not.

All the people in the music
industry have been taken
down by doing too many--

many... drugs.

All right,
straight rotation. No bullshit.
You call your shots.

You scratch on the eight,
you lose. Sound good ?

That's good.
You let me break ?

Yeah, break 'em up.

- He broke last time.
- What'd you say ?

I said he broke last time.
Let me break.

So what, man ?
Look at him. He loves to break.

Look, he's all excited.
I see that.
He's excited.

I don't give a shit if he
likes to break. It's my break.

I'm not baby-sitting this guy.
I won the break.

"I won the break."
What the fuck is that ?

Are these your quarters ?
Yeah.

What the fuck
is this guy doin' ?
What the fuck is goin' on ?

Why don't you go fuck yourself ?
And take Mr. Goodwrench with ya.

I'd tell you
to blow it out your ass,
but my dick's in the way.

So-- Uh-oh.
Did I cross the line ?

Does that mean you forfeit ?

I just wanted to play
the fuckin' game.
Stacy !

Come over here.

How's it goin', kid ?
Not bad.

How'd you like to kill
someone for me ?
Okay.

Same as last time.
The rest after.

Where do we go ?

When you find the guy
you'll know.

What shit is this ?
I just do it.
I don't organize it.

I can point you in the right
direction, but you've got
to take it into the end zone.

This bum's
a hit-and-run gunman.

I figure he's not
cruising the Polo Lounge.

This is unfucking
professional, man.
Oh ?

A successful man like me
has limitations.

I lose touch at the street
level, so I have to depend
on a smart boy like you,

who's a lot closer
to the nitty and
the gritty than I am.

Fuck you, Mr.
Whatever-Your-Name-Is,
all right ?

This is a lifestyle
I embrace.

That's why I'm letting
you take care of this.

I'm the one with
appearances to maintain.

But who gives a shit about you ?
Not even God.

Get it done.

Get a tie.

How much ?
Five grand.

Hey !
Got half in my pocket.

You makin' trouble
for someone ?
Yep.

Which kind ?

The forever kind.

Maybe she doesn't even know
the English dude.

I don't know.
Avery said she was tight
with the guy's daughter.

That don't mean nothin'.

She's nice lookin'.
So what ?

I don't know. I just said,
"She's nice lookin'."

And I said, "So what ?"
You think she's
any happier ?

What do you mean,
"any happier" ?

Any happier
than any other asshole
in this life ?

I don't know.
I never met her.

Why don't they
make shows about
people's daily lives...

you'd be interested
in watching, you know ?

Like Sick Old Man
or Skinny Little Weakling ?

Big Fat Guy.
Wouldn't you watch a show
called Big Fat Guy ?

I'd watch that fuckin' show.
Extras-- Excuse me,
"background artists," right ?

"Hey. Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
How's it goin' ?

Yeah, Hollywood's great.
Still a loser."

I wonder what it's like
to have tits.

Jesus, are you gay enough,
or what ?

Hello, studio city !
Fag.

Look at this guy. Oh, yeah,
they need that right away.

What's the smartest thing
that ever came out
of a woman's mouth ?

Einstein's cock.

That little kid's
kind of cute, though.

You know what I mean ?
She's a little young, but--

You wanna run it
with me now ?

Did you forget your words ?

- John, I got him.
Step aside, ma'am.

Come with us.

Wasn't half crowded
in the back of that car,
wasn't it ?

Drug enforcement ?

Narcs ?

God. I don't suppose you'd
prefer a steady income, hmm ?

I've got a steady income.
I'm on the dole.

A leach on the welfare state,
in addition.

You don't miss a trick.

Just a fiddle.

They've got me down
as an immigrant
with five kids.

Yeah.

Jenny spoke fondly
of her imaginary siblings.

Do you even remember
the last time you saw her ?

I remember every time
I saw her.

I watched her grow up...

in increments.

She told me you were a ghost
in her life.

Daddy, the friendly ghost.

Well, she twigged by the time
she was eight or nine.

I wasn't
in the Royal Marines...

or playing Iago
in some world tour of Othello.

* Freedom is a word
I rarely use *

* Without thinking
Mm-hmm *

* Without thinking
Mm-hmm *

* Of the time

* Of the time

* When I've been loved *

She was always threatening me.
Can you imagine ?

"If you're naughty, Dad,
I'll put the law on ya.

Promise."

She didn't want me to get
sent down again, see ?

And if she got wind
that I was planning something,

"I'll shop ya, Dad.
I promise I'll shop ya."

I can see her
pickin' up the phone.

"Look, Dad,
I'm callin' the Old Bill
right now !"

It became a sort of joke
between us.

Only it wasn't, really.

She never would've
turned you in.

Not in a million years.

Oh, I know that.
But as time went on--

well, went in ever
decreasing circles--

the joke wore off.

She had a feeling...

about this last job--

how long I'd get
banged up for.

Said she wouldn't
be around this time...

when I got out.

And... she wasn't.

How are you doin', then ?
All right, are ya ?

Now, look, squire.
You're the gov'nor here,
I can see that.

I'm on your manor now,
so there's no need to get
your knickers in a twist.

Whatever this bollocks is
that's goin' down between you
and that slag, Valentine,

it's got nothin'
to do with me.

I couldn't care a less.
All right, mate ?
Let me explain to you.

When I was in prison...
the second time--

Uh, no, tell a lie.
Third stretch, yeah.
Third. Third.

There was this screw
what really had it in for me,

and that geezer
was top of my list.

Two years after I got sprung,
I sees him in Holland Park.

He's sittin' on a bench
feeding bloody pigeons.

There was no one about.
I could've gone up behind him
and snapped his fucking neck--

wallop-- but I left him.

I could've nobbled him,
but I didn't.

'Cause what I thought I wanted
wasn't what I wanted.

What I thought I was thinkin'
about was something else.

I didn't give a toss.
It didn't matter, see ?

This bloke on the bench
wasn't worth my time.

It meant "sod all"
in the end.

'Cause you've got to make
a choice when to do something
and when to let it go.

When it matters
and when it don't.

Bide your time.
That's what prison teaches you,
if nothing else.

Bide your time
and everything becomes clear,

and you can act accordingly.

There's one thing...
I don't understand.

The thing
I don't understand is...

every motherfucking word
you're sayin'.

Do you know what I reckon ?

You and I
are after the same thing
but for different reasons.

And what would that be ?

The reasons ?

Start with the "thing."

I would hazard a guess
that whatever you're after...

involves
a considerable sum of money.

And that's not
what lights your fire ?

In the past, granted,

I have been known
to redistribute wealth.

But, no,
I'm after another kind of...

satisfaction.

Do you know what I mean ?

You're not from around here,
are ya ?

You're not carrying
any kind of I.D.

Who, me ?
I.D., no. No.

When your chaps
went through my pockets,
there was nothing there.

What's your connection
to Terry Valentine ?

My daughter
was living with him
when she died.

I imagine
about the same time...

as whatever the deal was...

that Terry Valentine
grafted you out
of your share of.

When I say "grafted," I--

You think Terry Valentine
screwed me out of some deal ?

It wouldn't surprise me.
I mean, he's about as straight
as a dog's hind leg.

What could this deal
have been, I wonder,

to have set in motion
such an unfortunate
chain of events ?

Hmph. It could
have been anything.

A shitload of heroin
imported from somewhere
or other,

the usual scumbags involved.

But, you know, the thing
about scumbags is:

No matter what they do
with the drugs, the harder thing
to move is the money.

In my line of work,
the best thing to do
is to follow the money,

because you can't
hide the money.

You can only disguise it.
So what do you do ?

You find some rich fool
to bank all the cash coming in,
make it look legitimate...

in exchange for skimming
a percentage off the top.

Maybe as much as
a million dollars commission ?

A rich fool
who overextended himself
over time,

in danger of not being
so rich anymore.

But I can't be sure.
I can't prove anything.

Anything at all.

What was
your daughter's involvement ?

That's what I wanna know.

I was hopin' you might.

The security guard
that works for Valentine,

he's the one who sent
those creeps after you.

I shouldn't wonder.
Yeah, it must've been.

He's kind of a slippery fellow,
but he keeps his hands clean
and Valentine's.

Darn it.
There go my...

slippery hands again.

There was an incident
in downtown Los Angeles
a couple of days ago...

that may have spurred this...
most recent... activity.

But you wouldn't know anything
about that, right ?

Thank you.

Your daughter,
she had a fondness
for dangerous men ?

Shame about the money, though,

goin' into Valentine's pocket
and not yours.

I don't give a shit
about the money.

Personally,
I prefer the heroin.

See, crooks move faster
than the system,

so if we're gonna clean up
the neighborhood,

we don't have time
to wait for things like
search warrants and trials.

Procedure becomes
whatever you gotta do
on the day.

Oh. Cheers, mate.

Go with God.

Yeah.

* I like to dream

* Yes, yes, right between
my sound machine *

* On a cloud of sound
I drift in the night *

* Any place it goes is right

* Goes far, flies near
to the stars away from here *

* Well, you don't know *

I was comin' back from,
um, a motorcycle classic...

in a place called
Sturgis, South Dakota,

and on my motorcycle
on U.S. Highway 14,

on just that side
of Spotted Horse,
I ran into a deer.

I hit a deer.
I had no chance. Even though
the highway patrol had--

highway people
had mowed the sides--

Where the culverts were,
they couldn't mow.

And this doe just jumped
right in front of the bike !

I had a chance
to say one word.

It was, "Fuck !"
And I hit it.

I know this:
If the bullet's coming my way,
and I see my name on it,

I won't be calling
for my mother.

But, man, I tell ya, I think
the only reason I'm alive
and telling this story now...

is because of the big F.L.
front end and that solid tire
on my fat boy.

Oh, your fat boy.
Yeah.

Exactly. I was wearing--
It was the fat boy.

I saw the ground, and I thought,
"Mmm, put it down."

And I just rode the bike
down into the ground.

Just perfect--
You told me
this story before.

Did I really ?
Yeah, you did.

I'm sorry.

But I'll hear it again
if you want.
Oh, you're sweet.

God, you are wonderful.
What's the matter ?

Nothing.
It must be hard to pass
on this road, huh ?

Oh, the freeway's faster,
but it lacks a certain majesty.

It's just the car behind us
has been following us
for a while.

I sure hope so.

Where is Big Sur ?

Up the coast.

How far ?

I don't know.

Uh, a few hours,
I guess. Why ?

That's where
he's scarpered.

How do you know ?
A bloke told me.

You shouldn't go back
to your place.
Not till this is settled.

What's a sliding scale ?

A sliding scale ?
Well, a sliding scale, um--

If we were in a union,
we'd all make
different rates...

based on the time
we served.

So, he's been--
That's not
a sliding scale.

What do you mean ?
That's not
a sliding scale.

Well, what's
a sliding scale ?
A sliding scale is--

The scale is, you know--
You start off somewhere,
and you move up...

or you move down.

That's a sliding scale.
He doesn't know
what a sliding scale is.

- You move down ?

Dogshit cues, man.

I swear a branch
off a tree outside is
straighter than this thing.

Stacy !

Go ahead, man.
Break 'em up.

Yeah ?

I just got chewed out.

You fuckin' believe that ?
What does he want from us ?

That's what I said.
"What the fuck
do you want us to do ?

You didn't tell us there was
gonna be all these Negroes
following the guy around too."

Something's on, man.

What ?

Let's just say I happen
to know a little more about
Mr. What's-His-Name Avery...

than he thinks I do about
him and his... operation.

So, man,
I got a guy on the inside.

Who's that ?
You know that putz, Tom,
from Seattle ?

I don't know him.
Tom Johanssen ?
Yeah, from Seattle.

I sent him to Avery.
What'd he say ?

"What'd he say ?"
He said they're taking
a road trip up the coast.

You know, him, Avery,
a couple of guys.

Well, do you think
we ought to hit
this English guy again ?

Yeah, man, yeah.
If he hasn't gotten
whacked in Bucktown,

we might still
have our aces.

I just can't fuckin' figure out
who this guy is, you know ?

A courier, buyer, seller ?

Anyway--

Avery wants him.

Those jigs wanted him.

You can bet your ass
there's a briefcase somewhere.

A briefcase ?
So what do you think
is in it ?

Drugs, cash, whatever.
Both if we're lucky, you know.

And while they're all
fucking each other over,

a couple of parties like us
can move right in.

* Like a silent ray
of sunlight *

* Catching in my eyes

* Like a seagull *

Hey, can I ask you
a question ?

Another one ?

Yeah, like, do you have
any friends, man ?

Yeah.

Could call them that,
I suppose.

Yeah, down at the boozer,
Saturday night,
meet the chaps.

Friends and colleagues.

A lot of 'em are gone.

The old faces.

Don't know where.

Different characters
nowadays.

Different assumptions.

You don't know where you are.

The last load
of friends I had,

well, it turned out
they weren't my friends
after all.

Hey, Elaine, do you ever
even understand half the shit
this guy's saying ?

No, but I know
what he means.

You know,
I should be in Paris
or Kurdistan.

No, he'd find you
in Kurdistan.

Why don't you try London ?
He has a history
of being apprehended there.

You're a font of optimism.
Mmm.

What the hell else have your
little techies come up with ?

Terry, we're trying
to hunt him down.

I've got my foot soldiers
out there.
What more can I do ?

And if he comes here ?

And ?
What if he does ?

Yeah.

So you don't want
to tell me about this ?

About being here...
with the bodyguards
and everything ?

I don't suppose you've ever
had anything like enemies.

Well, I never went out
for the cheerleading squad,

and I never
stole anyone's boyfriend
that I know of.

So, no,
I'd like to think not.

You never will.

Well, come on, now.
I don't want anybody
limiting my possibilities.

That won't happen either.

This is--

This is just a precaution.

I'm sorry. I--
I didn't mean to...
drag you along.

I-I needed you to, um--

I just don't--
You don't want to be alone ?

You see ?
You understand that
about me already.

Where is she ?

Terry scattered her ashes
from a boat.

He buries her
at a private service.

Private for who ?
Him ? Shit.

Jenny lived at the beach
when she moved here.

She loved the ocean.

She was from an island.

Shit !

So, how big is it when
Gorgeous George lands in Italy ?

- You may want
to cover your ears.

George Clooney comes to Venice
and creates a mob scene.

As photographers
and fans clamor--
Hey.

Hmm ?
Are you throwing
the empty shells back in there ?

Feel better ?
Yeah.

It's amazing here.
I went out last night.
We went to this, uh--

We went to
this Italian restaurant,
and, uh--

Check the news.

Hmm ?
Check the news.

Hmm.
Where's the remote ?
I don't know.

Fuck !

Where the hell is Rick ?

Hmm ?

Shut off
all the inside lights.

I'll get Adhara.
And stay away from the windows.

Hey ! Have you heard
of knocking ?
I need you to come with me.

Why ? What's going on ?
Please. Now.

Look. You see that ?
What ?

That shadow.
I don't see it.

I thought I told you
to stay away from the windows !

Come on, everybody.
In here !
Terry ?

Go ahead,
behind the counter.

Let's go ! Let's go.
Behind the counter.

Terry ?
Let's go. Okay.

What is going on here ?
Uh, we think
somebody's here.

What ? "We think" ?
We can't find Rick and--

Larry.
Did somebody call the cops ?

Oh, yeah.
No.
Why not ?

- Because I'm taking care of it.
- You guys are fucking nuts !

- I'm calling the cops !
- No !
- Mr. Avery.

Watch my back.

Son of a bitch.

Fuck !
What is it ?

I think Avery's down.

Fuck this.

Don't ! I'm
a friend of Stacy's !

Fuck you, Tom.

Oh ! Shit.

You stay there.
What ?

Wh-- Where are you going ?

Terry ?

Jesus !

Ow !

Tell me.

Tell me about Jenny !

Tell me about Jenny !
Tell me about Jenny !

I needed money.

I would've given her
anything she wanted,
but she didn't want--

She found out
about my deal !

She tried to stop me.

She said she was gonna
turn me in.

She said she was gonna
call the cops.

I couldn't stop it.
It already happened.
It was over.

She was going
to call the cops.
She meant it.

She had the phone in her hand.

She was gonna
call the cops.

She meant it.
I couldn't stop it !

I couldn't do anything !

So--

You're English.

Yeah, that's right.

I can never decide
what I like better,

leaving home or coming back.

I prefer stayin' home, me.

Oh, so you are
a reluctant traveler.

Got called out to L.A.,
unexpected like.

Do a job of work.

No rest for the wicked.

Been away a lot.

Where else ?

Out on an oil rig
in the North Sea.
Mmm.

Nine years.

Nine ye-- Wow.
Is that legal ?

Well, time off
for good behavior.

I shouldn't have
even been there.

It was these other lads
what should've been there
in my place.

And then just when I finished
me nine years--

me contract--
wallop !

I had to bugger off
to the States.

Well, it sounds like
you need a rest.

Yeah, could be.

* Freedom is a word
I rarely use *

* Without thinking

* Mm-hmm

* Without thinking

* Uh-huh

* Of the time

* Of the time

* When I was loved *

That was very good.
Yeah ?

Yeah.
Gettin' better, aren't I ?

You are.