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Quelqu'un doit rester sobre
pour conduire

Continue et tu seras complètement
saoul avant le coucher du soleil

Oh ouais, tu crois ?

Tu sais...

Tout à l'heure je t'ai tenu
en joue avec mon fusil

Pour au moins une demi-minute

Tu es déjà bourré

Et tu sais pourquoi?

J'ai vu le cerf et je me suis demandé

I wonder if Eve's spit roasted
flesh is better than deer meat?

Maybe it is.

But I'm sure the deer doesn't
screw like you.

Nobody screws as well
as my little Eve.

It's the only reason you're still here.

What's wrong?
Were you scared?

Did I scare you?

You stink of whisky!
You make me sick!

Chianti from California.

Why haven't you put it in a can?
You still haven't thought of it.

That deer's a fine animal, Mr. Mancini.

That was quite a catch.

What's so funny?

Can you imagine my wife roasting
there instead of that deer?

Your wife?

You won't believe it...

but that animal has at least one
thing my wife would be jealous of.

What?

A spit up its ass!

Excuse me a second, but I want
to see if my wife's ready.

I've never met an Italian
who could handle his drink.

Harry, you put the peg too far away.

For the love of god Lucy,
that cord goes over there.

We've put this tent up
a million times.

That's why I prefer a caravan.

That's why caravans cost more.

If you don't hang yourselves in your
tent, come to our farewell dinner.

- My wife and I are leaving tomorrow.
- Thanks, that's very kind.

Thanks, my name's Stanton.
I'm an insurance man.

And this my wife, Lucy.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Stanton.
My name's...

Give me a moment.

I can't even remember my name.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

They just called out my name
at that table over there.

It doesn't matter.
These things happen.

What do you mean? I can't remember
my name and you say it doesn't matter.

I'll ask my wife.
Come with me.

Eve.

Allow me to introduce my friends.

Mr. and Mrs. Stanton,
and this my wife.

Would you mind telling them
what the hell our names are?

- I don't remember.
- Close the door, idiot!

Sorry!

I'm serious, I don't remember.

Clown!

- Eve, the spit's calling you.
- I have to get dressed.

If you want to sober up
there's coffee on the stove.

- At least try not to be so vulgar!
- I thought you liked it!

Not now, I don't want to!

What do you mean?
You always want to!

I know my little mouse!

I might be an animal but
you're a whore, a real whore!

- You're a filthy pig!
- It's true, and that's why like me!

- What's wrong?
- I'm tired.

Look.

Don't let it get to you, they're
doing exactly what we've just done.

You're wrong, darling.
They're making love.

We fucked.

Don't tell me you're aware
of the difference, dear.

Fuck you, dear!

If that's an invitation' darling,
I'm sorry, I'm not coming.

Where are you going?

- I think it's broken.
- What?

- My wrist's broken.
- No, it's sprained.

Damn it!

This tent wasn't here before!

I'd like to know which
damned idiot put it here?

That's what I'd like to know!

The insurance man!

- I just hope you're insured.
- Sure, I'm insured.

Why?
What happened?

Our insurance man is insured!

My hand's going to cost
you more than gold!

I'm a basketball champion,
paid millions!

- I'll ruin you!
- I assure you...

I don't give a damn...

Pay no attention to him'
he drank too much.

He's drunk!

And he's never been
a champion of anything!

He's a journalist!

And as far as journalists go he
wouldn't make the minor league!

That damned doctor, he almost
put my entire arm in a cast.

One officer was seriously injured.

According to the latest updates
the kidnappers...

My head's exploding.

It hurts more than last night.

- Are you talking to me?
- Didn't you ask about my hand?

There's your headache.

No, dear.

You're my headache.

- Try to be more careful, damn it.
- Do you want to drive?

- Funny.
- Then leave me alone...

If you want to get to
Los Angeles tonight.

Keep going.
I don't want anyone bothering me.

What the hell are you doing?

I'd like to see you with car off
the road in a place like this.

You wouldn't stop for me.

- Listen...
- We'll stop the first cops we see.

Ignore him' get in.
We're heading for Los Angeles.

That's fine with me.

Can you give me a second?
I'll turn off the radio.

Take your time.

My name's Konitz, Adam Konitz.

- What did you do to your hand?
- That's my business.

Ignore my husband.
He's perfectly rude.

Perhaps you've already noticed.

He's suspicious by nature.
Please excuse him.

While she loves picking up strangers.

She's bit of a whore by nature.

Perhaps you've noticed.

My name's Mancini, Walter Mancini.
My wife, Eve.

- Eve?
- Yes, why?

Adam and Eve.
But this isn't the garden of Eden.

- Pity.
- Funny.

We have a comedian in the car.
It's going to be a magnificent trip.

Why don't you rest after that joke,
Koonz, or whatever your name...

- Konitz.
- Konitz, yes.

You're not obliged to keep
the conversation going.

Okay, Martini, or whatever the
hell you said your name was.

Mancini.

I like conversation.

What a coincidence.
So do I.

- My conversation.
- Okay, Mancini, no problem.

I go crazy for my conversation.

The criminal, a previous
offender known to the police...

as Carl Olsen, is in critical condition
at St John's Hospital in Fresno.

It's not yet known if he's been
able to speak to the police...

regarding his accomplices
in the robbery.

- The radio doesn't bother you now.
- Always less than him.

Numerous witnesses have stated
there were at least four criminals.

It appears they got away in two cars.
A white Pontiac convertible...

and a grey Chrysler'
heading south.

It's believed they're heading
for the Mexican border.

He said Fresno.
It isn't very far from here.

Shall we have a look?

What for?

You could write about it.

Little mouse' there are at least
a hundred robberies a day in Italy.

A kidnapping a week,
a political scandal every month...

and a government crisis once a year.

Who cares about a robbery
in the other hemisphere?

Think how surprised dad will be
when he finds out you can write.

Precisely, you're forgetting what
the doctor said, "a weak heart".

It's best to avoid surprises.
They're not good for him.

You're a journalist.

- What are you?
- Travelling salesman.

I have to be in San Diego tomorrow.
Monthly meeting with my boss.

Take my advice, never marry
the boss' daughter.

- He doesn't have any children.
- You don't know how lucky you are.

They'll say you married her
to get up the ladder.

And if you have ambitions to be
someone, you'll soon get bored.

But you've never had any, dear.

You see?

Then you'll find it's easier to do
nothing and live off dad's money.

But why, Walter?
Isn't that why you married me?

No, if anything that was
the second reason.

I'm wondering what was the first.

- Shall I tell him?
- I'll tell him, if you want?

Let's see if I can guess.

Because you're a real looker.

One of those you want to
screw the moment you see her.

Stop the car!

Get out, bastard!

Go!
Take your suitcase and go!

You think you're smart.

I'll teach you how
to keep your mouth shut.

Enough!
Stop it!

Stay out of this!

I'll kill you!

Okay, Martini, or whatever
the hell your name is.

No more fooling around.
The honeymoon's over!

What can I do against
someone with a gun?

Who was driving a Pontiac.

Good, you figured it out.
I'm one of them.

And you've figured out
that I also know how to use this gun.

I wasn't wrong when
I said she's a real looker.

A hell of a looker!

Olsen died without
regaining consciousness...

so there's still no way
of identifying his accomplices.

The police are already investigating
the places he frequented...

in the hope that they might
find some kind of lead.

In the meantime, roadblocks have been
set up on roads leading to the border.

Following an audit of its accounts,
Gastex...

Turn it off.

Confirmed the amount
stolen exceeds two million dollars...

What are you doing?

- I'm thirsty.
- Ask next time.

Don't be shy, Kuntz.

Konitz.
And try not to forget it.

Ladies first.
Didn't anyone teach you any manners?

The lady doesn't drink.

She's got all the virtues.

Give it to me.

I'll decide who gets what.

Now listen carefully.

We'll meet roadblocks.
Don't be afraid.

Because they're looking for four men.
And what are we?

Three middle-class pacifists
coming home from their holiday.

Walter and Eve' the happy couple,
and Adam, the family friend.

And if you're good
there won't be any problems.

Is that understood?

Answer me!
Is that understood?

Yes, yes.

Can I smoke?

Permission granted.

Light one for me as well.

Thank you.

- Which way?
- Left.

It's almost empty.
We'll have to fill up.

I'll tell you when to stop.

I've travelled this route
hundreds of times.

I know it like the back of my hand.

There's a gas station
thirty miles down.

Leave me alone!
I'll end up off the road.

You're sensitive.

You're still thinking about
when I touched you.

You liked it.
You can't get it out of your mind.

I can always do it again
if you behave yourself.

Calm down, Martini.
You just have to accept it.

I'll screw her if I feel like it,
and there's nothing you can do.

You're nothing without that gun.

Who are you?
A nobody!

You're a failure!
Your wife said it earlier!

I've been watching you,
it's almost like you hate each other.

So why do you get so nervous when
I compliment her or touch her?

Careful.

They're here.

Act natural, Eve.
Nothing's going to happen.

Very good, journalist.

Very good.

You heard what he said' lady.
Slow down and pull over.

Stop thirty metres before the junction.

What's wrong, sergeant?

Nothing, just a routine check.

I'm an Italian journalist.

My name's Mancini.

I'm on vacation with my wife.

Is there something wrong?

We're coming back from
the Sequoia Camp-site.

We've been driving all morning
and our radio's broken.

Are you looking for someone?

We've been driving for hours
and we haven't seen another soul.

It's a real desert, sergeant.

You can go.

Damned fools!

Start the engine, hurry!

Hurry up if you don't want
to go the same way!

Please don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shout!

I need to keep my eye on you, Martini.

You're pretty smart.

Call that smart?
After what just happened.

"Act natural, Eve.
Nothing's going to happen."

- Playing the hero!
- You don't get it, he is smart.

It was a very good trick.

If that dumb cop had played his part
I wouldn't have noticed anything.

And now we'd be travelling
with an invisible escort.

My head!

My head would be under the constant
aim of their high precision rifles.

They've got snipers who can
hit a coin from 150 metres.

I wouldn't stand a chance.

You underestimated me.

Admit it, you underestimated me.

- I underestimated you.
- There, you see? I'm smart, too.

Yes, much smarter than you.

Don't you ever call me a nobody.
You got it?

You want me to show you the big
difference between you and me?

Look.

I bet you've never seen
anything like it.

Two million dollars all together.

And do you know whose it is?

Mine!

You're a free-loader.
You've always been a free-loader.

And you'll always be a free-loader.

That's the difference
between you and me.

Two million dollars can turn
a nobody into somebody.

You like to have the last word.
It's your job.

But I don't need words for my job.

I have a friend here, see?

That's much more convincing than you.

How many people have you
convinced with your friend?

Don't start preaching.

Look, those two dead cops
are on your conscience.

It's like you killed them
with your own hands.

You're right, Konitz.
Once again.

You could have got us all killed.

You fool.

When he doesn't need us anymore,
when we reach the Mexican border...

He'll kill us anyway.

Right, Konitz?

There's a crossroad up ahead.
Turn right.

- Any alcohol left?
- No, damn it!

Don't get upset, where
there's gas there's whiskey.

Listen, beautiful.

There's a store up ahead.

Get me two cartons of Marlboros.

And two bottles of scotch, okay?

I wouldn't mind being that note.

"Konitz the great"
"The super male."

You said it.

You know something?
I'm starting to like you.

Fill it up.
Check the water and oil as well.

- Well, shall I go?
- Yes, but be careful.

Stay in view,
and don't go near the phone.

And when you talk to the cashier,
make sure I can see your face.

Don't do anything stupid.

We don't need anymore trouble.

How long have you been married?

Nine years.

What a drag.

Any kids?

Why don't you mind your
own damned business?

Please, just act normal.

When we leave, call the police
and tell them the man in our car...

We're in the hands of a...

Whisky and Marlboro cigarettes.

Hey, journalist.
I had an idea.

An idea?
Unbelievable!

What if I hired you?

- What?
- I'm offering you a job.

Working for me.
Regular pay and everything.

And who do I have to kill?

You don't need to kill anyone.
Write a book for me, and I'll pay you.

$50,000.
100,000, what do you say?

Come to Mexico with me.
Expenses paid, plus 100,000.

It's a good offer.

We can bring her as well, if you want.

If not, we'll send her back to daddy.

What book?

About me.

- About all of this.
- Who do you think you are, Al Capone?

You're a two-bit killer.
Who cares about your story?

Idiot, it's yours as well.

You're a journalist who got caught up
in an exceptional adventure.

You've been looking for an
opportunity like this for years.

Well now you've got it.
Look at me.

I'm your opportunity.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you, sir.

Well, are you in?

Okay.

Will you tell me what's going on?

Why would you do all that?
What's in it for you?

To see your name printed in a book.

The newspapers aren't enough for you.

You even think you're worthy enough
of being a literary character.

What are you talking about?

Damn it, I don't understand
you sometimes.

I'm doing it because...

If anything happens,
I want people to know why.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- And you'll tell them.

I'll tell them but nobody
will buy the book.

- What book?
- Why not?

It's a great story,
full of sex and violence.

"Me' my wife' and the killer,
by Walter Mancini."

We haven't seen much sex...

but I'll take care of that soon.

You count on it,
and it will make a ton of cash!

They might even make a movie out of it.

What book, which film?
Will you explain?

What is all this nonsense?

Don't you see he's insane?

I'm just trying to play along.

It's our only hope to get out alive.

Is it tight?

No.

Have you finished, nurse?

Good.
Go and get the recorder.

Then get your pretty butt
in the kitchen and get to work.

I could eat a horse.

What are you waiting for?

Remember, beautiful,
make sure I can see you.

Are you ready?

Where do we start?

I usually start with the parents.

An unhappy childhood.

An alcoholic father who beats
his wife and child every night.

Perhaps he contracted syphilis.

Bad company.

The first robbery.

An apple, you were starving,
and the reformatories, etc...

Or, if you prefer...

A father always out of work.

Even better if he's
a disabled war veteran.

Then we can throw the blame
on society and the ruling class.

Mother, forced to work the streets
to feed her family...

and keep her beloved son in school.

But at school his friends call him,
"Son of a bitch..."

They're not entirely wrong.

But he gets upset all the same
and he hits some of them.

Result, expulsion and reformatory.

Is that better?

Did you hear what I said, Konitz?

It's all wrong.
You're way off the mark.

My father was a postal worker.
An example of righteousness.

He was a saver.

Even the house I was born in was ours.

If you'd seen what it was like.

All paid for out of their
hard-earned savings.

A fairy tale house
with curtains on the windows...

Embroidered place mats on the table.
Embroidered by mummy.

Poor thing' she was so house-proud.
I loved them so much.

And they loved me as well.
Never a raised voice, not even a smack.

Two really adorable people.

I never had any problems with them.

Two little angels.

Two of the worst people I ever met.

Okay, Freud won't help.

Clear the table and put the
recorder away while I tie him up.

You want to tie me up?
Why?

You heard what I said, move it.

Listen, I'm sorry,
but I have to sleep as well.

Now behave and put your
hands behind the chair.

- You'll break my wrist.
- Really?

Hey, beautiful.

Bring me that bottle!

Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!

It's for the book, Walter.
Some sex, right?

Sex and violence we said.

What the hell will you write
if I don't give you material?

How are you going
to write a best seller?

All I'll write for you is your epitaph!

Leave her alone!
Leave her, you coward!

Hello, folks.
My name's Oaks.

He's Hawk.

We used to work for that
Judas over there.

Where's the money?

Oaks, I found the suitcase!

- Is it all there?
- Yes, can't you see?

Quick, untie me.

Leave that rope alone!
Shall I kill them now?

And we'll get out of here.

Don't be a fool.
You need us, just like Konitz did.

We can get you to the border.
The same deal we had with him.

- Killing us would be a mistake.
- Shut up!

He's right, Adam wasn't stupid.

We'll use them as cover
until they're useful.

Then we'll see, got it?

Leave it to me.

Trust me.

My friend's very sensitive.

And with everything that's
happened, he's nervous.

Then what the hell are you
waiting for? Untie me.

- My hand's injured.
- Sure.

When we get to Mexico...

You won't bring Katie along, right?

- She's not coming down there with us.
- Try to understand.

- She's just the mother of my children.
- I don't give a fuck about your kids!

- I'm warning you.
- She means nothing to me.

- I don't care about her.
- I'll kill her!

I'm warning you,
I'll kill that whore!

- Listen' Walter...
- Forget it, I don't feel like talking.

We have to talk.
We've got to discuss it.

What is he doing?

He's crazy!

Let him overtake.

There's no space!
We'll end up over the side!

Stay in the middle!

What does that son of a bitch want?
What does he want from us?

Dear god, accelerate!

- Has he stopped?
- I don't know.

I don't know.

Where's my gun?

Where's the gun?

Stop!

What does he want?

Stop the car!

I'll kill him!

Let me go, I'll shoot him!

Easy.

Calm down.

It's all over.

Start the engine.

Look out!

Son of a bitch!

I'll kill you!

Hold it, journalist!

Surprised?

The queer missed me.

I saw him lower his gun.

I played dead pretty well, didn't I?

This isn't a typewriter.

I'll write that you're immortal.
A real comic book hero.

Yes, Superman.

What's wrong with her?

She passed out.

Help me get him to a hospital.

I don't want anything'
the money's yours, I just want...

Yes, queer.
I'll help him.

Calm down.
We'll save your little friend.

Thanks, I'll never forget this.

Forget about it.

- Can he walk?
- Yes, sure.

Then get him on his feet.

Help him!
Don't just stand there!

No, in the truck!

In the truck!

I'm releasing you.
Don't worry, I said I liked you.

I'm releasing you.
The border's close.

You're fired before you start.

I'd prefer it if you stayed here
until we're far away.

Let's go.

It's been a pleasure, Kuntz,
or whatever the hell your name is.

- What about the money?
- Right, I forgot.

I'll get it.

What are you doing?

Farewell, queer!

You must be a real martyr,
right journalist?

Fuck you, murderer!

How are you, beautiful?

Long time no see.

I remember that time dad found
an extra $20 in his wage packet.

It was the weekend.
A weekend of passion.

They spent all their time talking
about it, like frightened rabbits...

wondering if they should give it back.

You hear that?
For $20.

The following Monday,
very early...

He went to the office with that $20.
His eyes shone with pride.

To do his duty as a model employee.

And you know what, journalist?

The week before I asked him for
five dollars, five miserable dollars!

I had to buy a ball.
That ball was important to me!

You know what he said?

He said, use your pocket money, son.

Sure, my pocket money.

He gave me two dollars every
Saturday to treat myself.

Two dollars a week to treat myself.

What have you got to say about that?

I say that story wouldn't even
move my grandmother.

Most people are on your father's side,
because they're like him.

And they're the ones
who buy books.

Thanks.

- So you started stealing.
- That very night

I stole $20 from his wallet
while he was sleeping.

I laughed my ass off the next day.

And it took them more than
two days to figure it out.

Was it fun killing someone
for the first time?

- Don't get moralistic with me.
- I don't give a fuck about morality.

- I'm interviewing you, remember?
- Right, then listen...

I figured something out,
killing people is like having debts.

The more you've got,
the more they respect you.

You haven't understood
a thing, my friend.

The smart ones don't go
around shooting like you do.

- What do they do?
- They steal with the help of the law.

- Ever heard of that?
- Sure, and marry the boss' daughter.

You're a two-bit killer, Konitz.

And sooner or later the cops
will catch up with you.

Shut up!

You're already dead!
You're a dead man walking!

Stop it!
I can't take it anymore!

The interview's over.

Start the engine!

Turn right up ahead.

Get out.

- Why are we here?
- Don't ask stupid questions.

It's the perfect place
for an execution.

Is this where you kill us, Konitz?

You, get in the caravan.

- Why?
- Don't argue, move!

Get in there!

Don't do anything stupid!

I promised.

Stand up and get me something to eat.

The man found dead in the white Pontiac
has been identified by the police.

His name's Robert Finnegan,
an Irishman, 42 years old...

Who made headlines last year when he
escaped from a psychiatric institute.

On that occasion two inmates escaped
with Finnegan and still remain at large.

Their names are Lewis Holt,
23 years old...

Don't you want to know who
the other man was?

Like I don't know.

Hawk and Oaks.
Oaks and Hawk.

The inseparable queers.
The happy couple.

Right, Hawk and Oaks.

Have you noticed, Konitz...

Only queers know what real
love is these days.

You're great, Mancini.
You really are great.

No, I'm not kidding.
We're making a real mess.

Men on one side
and women on the other.

A society of homosexuals.
Haven't you noticed?

You don't get it, do you?

Quite right.

- You're all faggots.
- Speak for your husband, whore.

No, that includes you, too.
What do you think?

The great fuckers.

He uses my body to jerk himself off.
Isn't that right, Walter?

And you make love with your gun.

I bet every time you use it
you feel more virile.

More of a man.

Don't move! Now I'm going to
give you a front-row seat...

because it's time
for the show to start.

About time, right?

Do you want a drink?

You might need it.

What about you?

Come here.

You liked it, right?

I'd say you liked it a lot.
Tell him I'm a faggot.

I bet you've never made her
scream like I did.

You just need to know
where to touch her.

She'd never stop making love.

You like it.

I might even take you with me.

What do you say?

It's like a wind-up toy.
You turn the key and it moves!

You're crazy, Konitz.

I feel sorry for you.

You can't do anything.
You're sick.

All that hurry to turn off the radio
before they said the other guy's name.

The name of the third man
who escaped from a lunatic asylum.

- It was you' wasn't it?
- Careful, Μartini.

You're a poor mental patient,
you need to humiliate everyone.

Everyone you meet.
Me, her!

You've taken it badly, Martini.

I see you've really taken it badly.
She doesn't look humiliated to me.

Tell him.
Tell him if you feel humiliated.

Let's go inside.
I'm cold.

It's been very educational
meeting you, but most of all...

Meeting your wife.

It's a pity we never got
to write that book.

But you see tomorrow
I'll finally be in Mexico...

worrying about how I'm going
to spend two million dollars.

Goodbye, journalist.

If I hadn't shot him
he would have killed us.

Yes, he would have killed us.

Now go and prepare some coffee.
We need it.

We have to go to the police, Walter.

We'll tell them what happened.
They'll understand, right?

I'll be right back.

It's pointless.

Stupid.

Questions, interrogations.

Statements and more statements.

We'll have to repeat the same
things dozens and dozens of time.

We don't have to tell
the police or anyone else.

Nobody knows we met him.

The two policemen are dead.
His accomplices are dead.

All we have to do is leave him here.

As if nothing's happened.

Walter, the money!

So what?

What do you mean?

What do you mean, Walter?

It means it's two million dollars.

And there are lots of things
you can do with two million dollars.

- Lots of beautiful things.
- You're crazy!

It belongs to Gastex.
You heard the radio.

You want me to cry about
the future of Gastex?

Don't talk nonsense.
You don't understand.

- What don't I understand?
- Shut up!

The salaries will be paid.
The insurance will take care of it.

And the people who pay for these
risks will pay the insurance company.

They're all just damned opportunists!

Enormous profits made
from your money and mine.

And thousands of idiots like us.

Look, we're not stealing from anyone,
we're stealing from thieves, Gastex.

For years I paid their price for gas,
and now I'm getting a refund.

If they don't find the money on him
they'll keep looking for it.

- It will never end.
- Then let them look.

They're hardly going to ask us.
We had nothing to do with it.

Who saw us?

- Do you get it now?
- You're very smart.

Very smart.

What the hell's going on?

Accelerate slowly.

Not so fast!
Slower!

- It's getting deeper!
- Don't shout like that!

Put it in gear first,
then accelerate slowly.

- What's going on?
- It's the battery.

Now what do we do?

You have to give up, Walter.

Do you want me to do what
Konitz' father did?

I'll go to Gastex with the suitcase
in my hand and I'll tell them...

Gentlemen, Father Christmas made a
little mistake with the accounts...

I've got an extra two
million dollars in my sack.

- You want me to do that?
- You sound just like Konitz.

Soon we'll be rich and happy.
Cheer up, beautiful!

Don't you ever call me that again!

- No, little mouse?
- Don't touch me!

Mother of god, what happened here?

What happened?

The car got stuck
and the engine's playing up.

Looks like you're in real trouble.

- How did you end up here?
- It was an accident.

We were looking for somewhere
to rest for a few hours.

We crossed the border at Nevada.

I'm an Italian journalist, my name's
Mancini and this is my wife, Eve.

And I look after this quarry,
my name's Mendoza.

It's a good thing you came.
With your help we might make it.

Maybe.
Let's hope so.

Is there a mechanic around here?

I'm willing to pay for the trouble
if you'll take me there.

A mechanic around here?

There's a mechanic a couple
of miles from here...

but I must say old Pancho Villa
can probably fix this.

- Who?
- Pancho Villa's my truck.

We'd better get to work.
I'll get the cable.

Give that money back, Walter.

- Don't talk nonsense.
- Give it to the police.

It's mine.

I'd never be able to look at myself
in the mirror if I didn't keep it.

Consider it compensation for damages.

Yes, I get it now.

Your wounded male pride because
he screwed your wife' is that it?

You're a real looker, like Konitz said.
A hell of a looker.

But my god, Eve don't tell me you
think you're worth two million dollars.

- Did you see them?
- Who?

- They look terrified.
- They must be rich.

Have you seen the caravan
they've got outside?

- Have you finished?
- Yes.

How much?

Old man, you want to buy
four poor kids breakfast?

Maybe some cigarette as well.

Try earning what you eat.

- And how's that?
- Right, doing what, for example?

Working, for example.

Don't be so mean.
You're a millionaire, remember?

- Keep it.
- Thanks.

Thanks lady, that's real kind.

She's a good Samaritan.

She gives food to the poor.

She'll never refuse anyone a ride,
and she encourages kids to beg.

In other words, she loves her
neighbour unless it's her husband.

Give me a drink.

Cheers.

Like old times.

- When will you get rid of it?
- Konitz's body?

- Not yet.
- But it's dangerous.

- I said not yet.
- But why?

Don't trouble yourself and leave
these problems to me, Christ!

Sons of bitches!

Hey, millionaire!

You want to give us a job?

You're deranged criminals!

Goodbye, asshole!

If you didn't talk to
the first people you meet.

Right now you'd be down
two million dollars.

Peter, go up there
and see if they're coming.

- Are they coming?
- They'll be here in one minute.

- What if the money's marked.
- You're coming round.

- It doesn't make you sick anymore.
- I never said it made me sick.

- It frightens me!
- Shut up! I know how to change it.

- You seem to know everything.
- Right, I know everything.

Despite what you and your father
think I know what I'm doing.

Sons of bitches!

How's it going, millionaire?

How much is it?

$300.
Not bad!

What a bunch of fools!

Help me!

Poor Eve.
Wait, I'll be right back.

I'm the journalist
and you're the criminal genius.

I'm the genius!
Not you, fool.

It's strange.
Really strange.

I thought about it for hours.

But I didn't know how.

How can I get rid of you?

Those idiots have solved the problem.

It would have been pointless
starting over, don't you agree?

We'd argue all the time.

Believe me, this is the best solution.

I told you I knew exactly
what I was doing.

Now do you see why I kept his body?

If it hadn't been for them I'd have
done the same thing 15 miles down.

Farewell, Εve.

Farewell.