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Oh... what's the name

of that Burt Reynolds picture
with the banjo?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

that one
with that retarded kid.

He was good, that guy.

Yeah, he was good.

"Deliverance."

Coupla nights ago, me and Denise

we popped that into the DVD.

We're about an hour
into this thing

and I start
thinking to myself

"this story ain't
very realistic."

You're a lonely mountain man.

They're destroying your home.

They've taken your job.

There is no place
to set your still.

You are angry-
they've destroyed

everything that
validates your manhood.

You're confused;
your sexuality is in question.

You decide you're going
to hit for the other side.

You want yourself
some man meat-

I understand that-
but wouldn't you wait

for Burt Reynolds
to come downriver?

Two... drifters

off to see the world

there's such a lot of world

to see...

we're after the same...

rainbow's end...

waitin' 'round the bend

my Huckleberry friend

moon...

river

and me.

This is critical Jim,
the hit man.

He loves two things:
his job and old movies.

This is me- Finch.

I'm his mark.

He thinks I'm Cletis Tout.

I have Tout.

Gladstone hotel, #8.

Transfer funds
to Telmark Konickson.

"M" as in McQueen.

0-1-2-2-6-2-2-6

"F," as in Fonda.

"T" as in Tracy

"K" as in Kubrick.

You've got 90 minutes
or I let him go.

Terrific film.

It's almost hypnotic.

You know why?

The third act.

It has a third act.

Ow!

Gum?

No, thanks.

You don't see that
in movies these days.

These days...
it's all about the gimmick.

Great set up...

Great first act...

...then, "let's blow
something up."

When you concentrate
on the gimmick

and you shortchange
the ending

the audience
leaves unfulfilled.

Man, there's nothing like...

...a great movie.

I love the movies.

I mean, the old movies

you know, where it
was all about the story.

I've got a story.

I'll bet you do.

Yeah, yeah,
this one's got it all-

prison break, jewel heist...

Girl.

Pitch me.

Pinch you?

Pitch me.

It's a Hollywood thing.

It's where the asshole
with all the power

you know,
makes you dance like a monkey.

What's in it for me?

Maybe you get
to live a little longer.

Maybe if your story's so good

when that pager rings,
I might forget where I am...

I'm at the movies.

Nobody remembers their job
at the movies.

Uh, well, let's see, uh...

I think it was 1977,
New York City...

no, no. No, no, no.

No one will shoot in New York.

It's way too expensive.

Let's call it
"city non-specific."

And the whole thing's
in the '70s?

No, no, just the...
just the beginning.

Like a flashback.

Perfect.

Fantastic.

I love the flashback-

much maligned,
oft-misunderstood flashback.

Pitch me.

It was 1977...

the uh, the city's
diamond exchange.

There was a magician...

well done.

What time was it?

I need to get a feel

for the setting.

Uh, 4:00 p.m.- Closing time.

My apologies, sister.

Mr. Tobias

the school day ends
at 3:00 p.m. Promptly.

We're not a baby-sitting
service.

No time to talk, sister.

Watch this.

What's this?

Wait.

That's not it, is it?

Is that how it ends?

He just buries the diamonds
in a field?

No, no, that's not it.

It's just the beginning.

It was, uh, september,
almost three weeks to the day.

I was serving seven years
in the federal pen

in north carolina-

fraud, forgery,
passports, documents.

I gave people new identities.

If you wanted to disappear,
I was the guy you called.

Micah Tobias- aka the magician.

25 years grand theft.

The take: diamonds.

Market value: $4.5 million,
never recovered.

I got your birds.

My job: two homing pigeons,
camera, Kodachrome film

and an escape plan.

My take: a cool million.

This day, we became partners.

I got your birds.

Are they marked?

The address you gave me.

Camera and film?

Already in your cell.

Alvie, I was
under the impression

this being a communal garden

we'd all take a vote
before we move the scarecrow.

I woke up this morning

and found out
that for the past two months

you've had your fist
up my ass.

I don't like your fist
in my ass, Finch.

Any free hand in this yard
steals for me.

You want anything,
you come to me.

That's the deal.

That's how it works!

Any questions?

I don't know where
you did your MBA work

but I believe
you're confusing "deal"

which is an arrangement
for mutual benefit...

with extortion.

Iisten, you
mother-fuckin' cocksucker

you don't know me.

I could cut your head
right off!

Stand down now!

You got a problem
with that, henry?

Iights out, men. Lights out.

Micah, how's it look?

Pretty good.

Iast chance.

I'll be out of here
soon enough.

We should stick
to the original plan.

You know he's going
to try and kill you.

I'll be okay.

Come on!

Got to move it!

Move through the dirt.

Single file for mess.

Drop down!

Finch, get in!

Finch?

With me?

I'm here.

You all right?

Yeah.

All right, we go on three.

One... two... three.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

Jump!

One word, three syllables.

The clue is:
a need to disappear.

Gravedigger?

Mikey.

Finch! I thought
you were in jail!

No, I'm in a lot of trouble.

I need your help.

I need... I need a kit,
and I need a body.

Where are you?

I'm in the city.

There's a safe house
on the east side.

A bar called fillmore's.

Can you get there?

Yeah.

Ask for Delores.

Tell her Savian sent you.

She'll know what to do.

I got a friend.

Vitals?

55-year-old caucasian male

approximately five-nine,
150 pounds.

I'll see what I can do.

Where the hell you been?

Well, I couldn't hide them
in my jacket forever, could I?

Quite a deal, this cage.

Look at this-
got a faux bottom.

Huh?

You can hide things
in it and everything.

God, the magician in me
just loves this stuff.

You're not Cletis Tout.

No.

I've got a strong feeling
that before the day is out

someone's going
to make use of that

rather expressive, though
somewhat old-fashioned, term:

foul play.

"Rebecca," United Artists, 1940.

If you're not Tout, who are you?

I'm Finch.

Finch.

Cletis Tout was a bottom-feeder.

Called himself
a video journalist

but he was really just a thug

with a camera.

Worked alone.

His client list included
all those tabloid shows.

His mark was anybody who made
their living in the public eye.

There was a bachelor party
for some mobster's son-

kid named Rowdy Virago.

His dad, "Paulie the fist," ran

a little group called
the vissari crime family.

Rowdy was high-profile.

He liked that movie star status

but every time he put his face
in front of a flashbulb

there was trouble.

Now Rowdy was tapped
to take over the family.

He was an untouchable.

You can only imagine what price
the tabloids would pay

for one shining moment in this
little Alice's wonderland...

but Tout could imagine it.

He made it his mission
to bring Virago down.

They picked up a hooker
about 11:30...

took her to a loft downtown.

Tout was there.

Tout thinks
he's hit the jackpot.

Virago's got
a bit of a problem:

he likes it rough.

Tonight he's got
a bigger problem:

she likes it rough, too.

That's when things went wrong.

He's got the poor girl
by the throat.

Tout made three copies
of the tape.

One he kept for himself

the second he mailed
to a neighbor

and a third he mailed
to paulie the fist.

Now here's the heir to the most
powerful crime family

in the city, and now
he's on the chopping block.

They got rid of the body,
and nobody'd come calling.

They thought
they were home free

until Tout
stuck his nose in.

So they decided to kill him.

This is impossible. Fuck it.

I ain't pushin' no more.

Maybe he's got his foot
on the brake.

Man, for a dead guy,
he drives good.

I got his hands wired
to the fuckin' wheel.

Oh. What's the name of
that, uh, fancy place?

The one that, uh,
makes all the donuts

with the sprinkles.

Oh, yeah, that place.

Ronnie Savalla's sister
works over there.

You know,
I think she's a man.

Yeah. She looks good.

You know, she's keeping
the, uh, sideburns short.

You smell smoke?

Oh!

All right, then,
here's what we got-

we got a man
approximately six feet tall.

Uh, looks like
he pissed somebody off

'cause they shaked and baked him
before they shot him.

Any weapon?

Yeah, small-caliber
machine gun.

What's different about you?

What?

You know something?
you do look different.

I, uh...

work out
a little more lately, you know.

Eating a lot of fruit.

I went on a colon cleanse.

You need roughage

why don't you eat
the hairpiece?

Oh, that's it!

You got a piece!

Hell, yo, that... it's nice.

It's nice.

It was a hot afternoon.

I can still remember
the smell of honeysuckle

all along that street.

How could I have known

that murder can sometimes
smell like honeysuckle?

"Double Indemnity,"
Paramount, 1944.

The film's strength
is deftly crafted use

of the flashback.

Now here's my question:

can we have a flashback
within a flashback?

God, I hate this place.

What have we got?

Some hotshot named Savian.

Forensic pathologist,
works for the FBI.

He was in with the bodies

for about ten minutes
this morning.

What'd our guy come up with?

Nothing on the male.

The female?

Eh, they're pretty sure

that she was strangled.

- Pretty sure?
- Yeah.

Gentlemen.

No coffee in here.

This isn't "Quincy."

It'll be our
little secret, huh?

So, what do we have
for lunch?

Jane Doe number 1-0-9-Charlie.

Caucasian, female

25 years old.

Five foot, six inches tall.

112 pounds.

You guys have done
a print search

blood work, stomach analysis.

As far as you can tell,
she liked hot dogs

and may have
been strangled.

Do you know the first thing

I look at when I see
a body like this?

The tits.
Straight for the tits.

I mean, look at this.

She's like a carnival ride.

Saline implant.

The only company who makes
this model, Johnson Levy.

Behind every bag
is a serial number.

Behind every serial number

there's a name.

Gentlemen...

meet Merrill Candide.

I found
four different types

of spermicidal jelly-
the type used in condoms.

Now either Merrill
and her sweetheart

have been sampling rubbers
or sweet little Candide is...?

She's a hooker.

Would somebody get kojak
a sucker?

What killed her?

Compression scars
on the neck...

marbling.

The lady's been strangled.

It's all in the file.

I'm going to need another
day for the hot-rodder-

you know, barbecue
boy next door.

All I got is
small-caliber machine gun

five gallons of gas
and a match.

And you say the only thing
that links these two

is the area
where they were found?

That's right.

Dr. Savian,
phone call, line one.

Thank you.

Savian.

One word, three syllables.

The clue is:
a need to disappear.

Gravedigger?

Mikey.

Finch, I thought you were
in jail.

Hiya, Finch.

Mikey.

I know we don't have
a lot of time

and I don't want
to know anything.

I'm going to keep it clean
and I'm going to keep it simp...

Micah Tobias.

Not for long.

This is a freebie.

You kept me out of jail
by keeping your mouth closed.

I thank you.

My wife thanks you.

My children thank you.

This is the last time
you'll hear from me.

And I know this is the last time
I'll hear from you.

Here's your package.

You have a computer,
laser printer, camera

plenty of film

paper for photographs.

You have your trim kit.

There's enough here
to make you both

driver's licenses

supporting id,
the whole nine yards.

Passports, I have a problem.

I can't access one
of the numbers

without fingers pointing.

Finch, this is going
to be your job.

You are now marcel zavoya.

55-year-old
unemployed office worker.

We found him
with his head in the oven.

His passport number I have.

This is you.

Be careful with this one, man.

Somebody set fire
to the poor bastard.

I have his address
and his vitals.

I even have his keys.

I found them three inches deep,
in his thigh.

You're going to have to go
to his house

and find his passport.

How much time you going to need?

Couple of weeks.

We, uh, we got a few things
we got to take care of.

You got $10,000
in cash.

It'll take you most places
you want to go.

This is a gift... from my wife.

Spend the night
here tonight.

Leave everything you
don't absolutely need.

There's a rack
with clothes.

Tomorrow, you are dead

and I never want to hear
from you again.

My brother, it is so good
to see you again.

Good to be seen.

Marcel, au revoir.

Adieu.

Take a look at this.

You've been completely
reinvented.

You are now officially
marcel zavoya.

There's your passport,
birth certificate...

driver's license.

You got to wear
your corrective lenses to drive.

You're an official

card-carrying member
of the aarp-

no senior should be without it.

And the coup de grace,
your sag card.

It's a dream you
always wanted to pursue.

Now that the kids are grown, you
finally found that "me" time.

Now for me

I got to get
Tout's passport number.

That's first on the list.

You can't dope the number?

I don't want to chance it.

Pick the wrong number,
it's over.

It shouldn't be a problem,
though.

It says here
the guy is a journalist.

My guess is, he has one.

Now the real question is

when do you want to go
after those diamonds?

What are you doing?

Hi, daddy.

Oh.

You know, it's funny-

in all the time I spent
with the old man

he never once mentioned
he had a daughter.

He found her.

I couldn't fault him for it.

Yeah, I was only along
out of circumstance.

I left them alone
for the time being.

I was sure they had
some catching up to do

more than 20 years worth.

Besides, I had other things
on my mind.

I needed that passport number.

Hello, mr. Tout.

It is Tout

isn't it?

So, you're my new neighbor.

I can tell you one thing-

I cannot wait for that
neighborhood watch meeting.

This came for me today.

Naughty, naughty.

The note said for me
to hold onto it

Till I heard from you.

It also said not to open it.

Sorry.

First floor:

lingerie.

Next stop, mr. Tout,
the basement.

The dirty, dirty basement.

Oh.

It's just Mrs. Stanton.

Her hobby is anything I do!

It's gotten to be

where I can't even bring
anyone home anymore.

But you... you're already home.

Stop in
for a drink sometime.

I'm up late.

Very, very late.

Detective Delaney, please.

Oh, Detective, I didn't expect
to get you so late.

Well, this is doris stanton.

You remember that you asked me

to let you know
if mr. Tout came by?

Well, he's at home right now.

We'll send somebody over
right away.

You got a big problem.

You got the wrong guy.

He's at home right now

and if you hurry,
you can catch him

but don't kill him
in the building

and if you do... whack
the old lady in number nine.

Hello, dip and shit.

How's your supper?

What's wrong?

You killed the wrong guy,
that's what's wrong, putzo.

That's impossible.

I give you
a simple job

and all you two can do
is blow so much smoke up my ass

it's a miracle I ain't died
of rectal cancer!

We got a bead on him?

He's at home right now.

Now, you take the car
and you do it right this time.

You hit him outside.

You get him a couple miles
away from the place.

I don't want anybody
seeing you do this.

And dump him body
on the west side this time!

You got a paper trail
helen keller could follow!

We should eat first.

Who the fuck's Helen Keller?

Mr. Tout?

Mr. Tout?

Passport's nowhere to be found.

I think this Tout
was in serious trouble.

You should see the gig
they pulled on his apartment.

Iooks like a dump site.

On top of that,
I'm officially paranoid.

I could swear
I was being followed.

Finch, we got a plan.

Yeah, what's that?

Tomorrow, we go
for the diamonds.

"We"?

What, she knows?

What the hell are you doing?

You know better than to tell
some dame.

- Dame?
- Let me ask you something.

Do you have any idea
what you're getting

involved with?

You're aiding and abetting
a fugitive. That's a felony.

Did you actually
just call me a dame?

What, you've been in prison
since the '50s?

You think
you're in the rat pack?

Listen, Ma Barker...

that's it.

I'm not listening to another
word from this guy.

You're not in charge,
all right?

I-I'm a career criminal.
I should be in charge.

I'm the superhero of crime.

I should have a big "C"
on my chest.

Oh?

I like this girl.

She's like the classic
film ingenue-

bright, complicated,
but with a softer side...

Iike katharine hepburn.

And you know what else?

I think the old man knew
this was coming.

That's why he
brought her along.

This supposed to impress me?

She's okay because she breaks
into a- a pottery shop?

This isn't a crime;
this is... this is embarrassing.

Breaking into a bank,
that's a crime.

When's the last time

you broke into someplace
with a key?

About two hours ago.

Well, at least it'll make

for some story
in the prison mess.

"What are you in for?"
"Broke into a kiln."

Better yet,
when the judge asks me

how do I plead

I'll just give him
that glazed look.

Daddy, I put together
some things.

Uh, sweetheart,
that's all well and good

if you're stealing
the hope diamond.

Fortunately, we're just
trying to break into a field

and, uh...
you know how I feel about that.

What is that,
a gun?

You keep a gun
in a pottery shop?

Oh, I just...

I love this one.

What is it?

It's an urn.

Ah. An urn.

That explains the gun.

You okay?

Oh, god. Oh, it's incredible.

How many people die

or get killed in
this city every day?

And the one guy
I choose to be

is the only dead guy
in the city

Everybody wants to kill.

Micah, see anything out there?

Daddy?

Micah?

Daddy?

Hey...

Micah?

Oh, god!

Wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait. What happened?
Did they get him?

I mean, he just found her.

He's got to give her

The diamonds
to make things right.

Did-did he have time
to say good- bye?

He didn't die right there?

Well, that's really
all kind of a blur, you know?

I, uh...

just remember bits and pieces.

He said he wanted
to go to the park.

We were all alone.

He said he wanted me
to take care of her.

Made me promise him.

There was a feather.

He said...

"there's magic in something
as simple as a feather."

Whatever the heck that means.

And then he died.

Fuck!

Guess what, fuckos?
you missed again.

Yeah, 500 rounds

and the only damage is
a ceramic bath set

and a 50-year-old man.

Iet me ask you something.

Is this some sort
of master plan?

You kill all Tout's associates
so we got nobody to play with?

What, we trying to bore him
to death here?

Huh? Make him so despondent

at the thought of no buddies
that he puts a gun in his mouth?

What the fuck's wrong with you?!

Call Critical Jim.

So, um, how many people
have you killed?

"I don't believe
I've ever killed a man

that didn't deserve it."

"The Shootist,"
Warner Brothers, 1976.

Hey, look,
killing's a business.

The truth is,
they all deserved it.

Hey, I have a reputation.

I clean up people's
dirty little secrets.

When that pager rings

that mean you're going
to kill me?

"Haven't you learned the rules

"of probability and outcomes?

"Aren't you aware
that every question

"of life or death

remains a probability
until the outcome?"

"Heaven can wait." Paramount.

1978.

Have you ever been
to a movie?

Tell me more about the girl.

Well, we hadn't spoken
in about a week.

I tried to contact her
after Micah died

but she'd have nothing of it.

So, I checked in here
at the gladstone.

Couldn't get the old man's
voice out of my head.

Four years I spent with him

and all I could think about was
the last thing he said to me.

"Take care of her."

I can't even take care
of myself.

And then it hit me.

Tess

Hi.

I think I know how
to find the diamonds.

What? I thought we
could partner up on this thing.

You know, I mean,
split it 50/50.

Honor among thieves and all.

Don't let me into your group.

You're the superhero of crime.

You're the one with the big "C"
on his chest, remember?

Obviously, you do.

Iook, I'm not splitting anything
with you 50/50.

Do you know why?

Because there should be
some sort of a clause

a jiggins clause.

Do you know
what a jiggins is?

It's a congenital idiot,
a mongoloid.

So, every time
you do something stupid

every time
you give me the jiggins

I take five percent.

Now, it's been one week
with the map.

That was stupid.
That's a jiggins- 55/45.

Hey, this has nothing
to do with your dad.

This is about you.

You're-you're greedy.

You just want it
all for yourself.

It's not the diamonds.
I want the box.

I just want the box.

You've obviously
touched a nerve.

The box- it must
mean something to her.

Tess, come on.

What do you want from me?

I'll tell you what I want.

I want you to shut
your pie hole!

Okay, look, I'm coming up,
all right?

Jiggins! 60/40.

Look, how many times

do I have to say I'm sorry?

Ooh.

Jesus!

65/35.

It's not a jiggins.

It's a mistake.

I mean, it's dark up here.

I can't see anything.

Failure to comprehend
the concept.

Jiggins. 70/30.

Let me ask you a question.

Are you possessed
by the devil?

Hmm. That's funny. Very funny.

And I don't mean "ha-ha" funny.

I mean, "I've been
in prison for 20 years

and feel comfortable
in pumps" kind of funny.

Ha. Suppression
of sexual tendencies.

Not very evolved.

Jiggins. 75/25.

Okay, that's it.
I got my own clause.

Tell me if you know
what this word means, all right?

What the hell is all this crap?

You're a freak.

Oh, is that your clause?

'cause that was, uh, nine words.

Well, eight with
a contraction.

I mean, you asked me

if knew what a word meant.

That's singular.
"Word" is singular.

"What's all this crap?
You're a freak" is plural

in terms of words, anyway.

Oh, no, it's singular.

Why? because I'm
running them all together

because this is my word,
my clause

the-the "what's all this crap?
You're a freak" clause

known henceforth
as "the clause."

Now, every time
you break the clause

I take back ten percent.

Let's see how many times
you've broken the clause.

How about
ever since I met you?

Do you know what that means?

You not only owe me 100%

of that map,
but for the next 50 years

you have to kiss
my red, rosy, puckered crack.

Ooh. That was nice.

Real descriptive.

"Kiss my rosy, red,
puckered crack."

I should shoot you right now.

Wow. I'm just telling you
what happened.

I, uh... I didn't realize I was
going to be critiqued here.

What's my name?

Excuse me?

Critical Jim.

Say it.

Critical Jim.

What do you suppose that means?

Where are we going now?

Uh, after the diamonds.

Under the old man's tree?

That's right.

80/20.

Tess found the old man's tree
or what was left of it...

and the diamonds,
they were safe...

safe behind the walls
of a minimum- security prison.

Now, we're moving.

Classic plot twist.

They'll never see it coming.

Now, if you'd just get
this love story off the ground

We'd have ourselves a picture.

It's late in the second act,
and we need a back story.

All right.

Who is this girl?

The girl.

What's the deal
with the birds?

They're homing pigeons.

When my father
went to prison

they were the only way
we could communicate.

It actually works?

I thought it was
just some story from the war.

Yeah, he had them tagged

to the house
my foster family lived in.

Where was your mom?

She died when I was six.

Oh. Sorry.

When I was eight, I was moved
to another foster family

and the birds never came back.

I thought for sure
he'd forgotten me.

He found me.

What's so important
about the box?

It's just
this dumb little picture.

Okay.

Here you go.

Bye.

Are you crying?

No.

Yes.

This thing's worse
than "terms of endearment."

But at least we have
our tag line.

I mean...

"you thought it was hard
breaking out of prison-

try breaking in."

You are going
to break in again.

You got to get the box

and then it means
so much to her.

When I get like this, I hate it.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

It's for the story.
Make it much more interesting.

Use your hands now.

Gesture, all right.

All right,
what we need now is some action

some bang-bang
shoot- 'em- up action

just like when I first met you.

The diamonds
were a moot point...

or were they?

I was on my way
back to the gladstone.

My worst fear
wasn't getting caught.

My worst fear was
getting killed.

I was a man
with a death sentence.

Somebody wanted me dead,
but why?

Then it hit me.

The tape.

The Maltese falcon.

My god, they wanted
the Maltese falcon.

So I waited
until it got dark

and I went back to Tout's.

"This is my life.

"It always will be.

"There's nothing else-
just us and the camera

and those wonderful people
out there in the dark."

"All right, Mr. Demille.

I'm ready for my close-up."

"Sunset Boulevard."

Paramount, 1950.

Well, hello, captain naughty.

Somebody's
in all kinds of trouble.

Trouble?

Oh, my puckish little rogue.

So tired of running
from the law?

The law?

The law.

The big, strapping law.

We know your little secret.

You're part dillinger
and part adonis.

Could you guys just excuse
me for a couple of minutes?

I'll be right with you.

Oh, yo, man, look.

Hey, you know what?

That shit ain't right.

Hey, we gotta finish...

I'm for real, man!

You make me...

Look. Look at me, brother!

Come here, man!

Come here!

What's your problem, bitch?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

First thing is

I'm not your bitch.

I'm a concerned citizen

and I don't like what
you're doing to my country.

Well, that's great

Captain America.

What are you going
to do about it, huh?

Hey! I like that
Captain America nickname.

How about Captain American?

The last four letters
intrigue me.

"I can"!

That should be

a fucking motto around here.

What can you do when people

start doing
bullshit like this?

You know what?

I can kill them.

That's what I can do.

You know what I want
you to do right now?

Come over here and draw

on your buddy's
head right here

"I will not deface
these United States of America"

and the rest of you, all of you

pull out your paint
and your crayons

and start defacing each other.

Right now!

I thought you little fuckers
liked tattoos.

Come on!
let's start painting!

That, my friend,
is how you button a scene-

classic john wayne
don't mess with america.

You're a true patriot.

You know who you sound like?

Jack Nicholson.

Anybody ever tell you that?

Really?

Now we're ready
for the third act.

I know how to
get the diamonds.

Do you know how to fire a gun?

Hello.

My name is Cletis Tout.

I have reason to believe
that my life is in danger.

You'll never guess who just
walked into the 14th precinct.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Have they seen the tape?

Evidently, he didn't
mention the tape.

He claims to have
seen it all

with his own two eyes.

I'll kill that shit
and fuck his whole family!

Cops are going to
want to question you.

What do I do?

You do nothing.

We need to get to Tout.

So what do you think?

Got an awful lot
of the right information.

Rowdy Virago?

Pretty amazing charge.

Would you like to
take a little ride?

No, you can
leave the birds.

Mr. Tout, there are
four corpses here.

Please point out the woman
you saw Rowdy Virago kill.

This is the girl.

Iet the record state
that Mr. Tout identified

Merrill Candide.

Dr. Savian.

Gentlemen.

This is Cletis Tout.

He just named a suspect
in our triple homicide.

Nice to see a man like you
these days.

Nice to be seen.

Mr. Tout, you
recognize this man?

Uh... no.

What makes you think

someone's trying
to kill you, Mr. Tout?

I got a little greedy
with the wrong bunch.

Instead of coming
to you guys first

I went to the source.

Now what exactly is it

you do for a living,
Mr. Tout?

I'm a photojournalist.

I take pictures.

Compromising pictures.

Huh, sounds more
like extortion to me.

Hey, guys, I'm going
to get a coffee.

Anybody need any?

- No.
- I'm fine.

Meet you outside.

Okay.

Oh, get down!

Go, go, go!

All right, here's
where we're at.

I just talked
to the da.

We're going to put you
up in a safe house.

That place off crown.

Rosedale Mansion?

No, no, no safe house.

It's too dangerous.

They can get to me there.

You got a better suggestion?

I want to go to jail.

I don't get it. Who goes
to jail unless they have to?

This guy's on the make.

I can smell it. It's too smart.

What jail did he say
he wanted to go to?

Cleary brand.

That minimum security?

Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe he's on the story.

Check in with cleary brand,
all right?

See if they got anybody
important inside.

Delaney, I want you
to find out everything

about our mr. Tout,
all right?

Go to his house,
talk to his neighbors.

Horst, go to the tv show
he works for.

Raff and I will
work the streets

see if we can pin
this on Virago.

About the only good thing
I can think of

is if he's in jail,
he ain't going nowhere.

It was agreed upon

that I should be given
no special privileges

the thought being I would draw
no undue attention to myself.

I made only two requests:

that I be able to keep my birds
with me at all times

and that I be allowed
to keep up with my gardening.

I told them it leveled my head.

Now why do you suppose
he's digging there?

I don't know...

but I'm so goddamned
intrigued by this guy

I'd just about let him
drop a shovel anywhere.

The plan was perfect.

I had an answer for everything.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Any luck?
- No.

Oh, me neither, man.

I just can't
put a finger on Tout.

Nobody can.

You know, the guy thinks
he's a secret agent.

That journal show
he works for-

you know what they call him?

Bells and whistles.

Costumes, face paint, mustaches,
anything to get the story.

Nobody knows who he is.

I don't think they want to.

Evidently our mr. Tout's
a real piece of work.

Something's not right.

It's like we're getting
all the right answers

but from the wrong
stool pigeons.

Do me a favor, all right?

Call cleary brand,
pull Tout's prints.

We're going to cross-check him
against the FBI computer.

Come on.

Tout.

You got a visitor.

You'll only have
a few minutes.

Visiting hours are only
until 4:00 p.m.

Any gross conduct

and the visit
will be terminated.

There are families present.

You may hold hands,
you may kiss.

Once again, we ask discretion
with regards to this act.

If you wish
to terminate the visit

just wave
and I'll be over presently.

So what do you got for me?

Union Station.

The locker
south of the clock.

The key is
with the blind man

at the paper stand
under the clock.

He's a friend of mine.

He's there
from 6:00 in the morning

Till 10:00 at night.

And the, uh... the diamonds?

Uh, the gladstone hotel.

Your room's been taken
care of for the month.

They're in a small box

behind the tv.

You'll find them just
next to the cable port.

You have a plan?

A plan?

I just want to get
the heck out of here.

You know, you should probably do
the same thing.

I mean, get out of the city.

Already taken care of.

Thought I'd try the train.

I guess it's, uh,
the romantic in me.

First class to canada.

10:00 p.m.

The three of us leave tonight.

"The three of us"?

The birds.

Oh. Right.

That's too bad.

I mean, uh, I was growing kind
of fond of the little one.

Well... if you
break out in time

I'm... sure she'd love
to say good-bye.

Your eyes are, uh...
they're green.

I could've sworn
they were brown.

Um, your picture...

sorry, folks.

Kiss her and say good-bye.

Time to go.

Tell tripp I need to see him.

The plan had gone off
without a hitch.

In retrospect, I guess

I really only made one mistake:

Tess.

I was in love with her,
and I let her go.

What, does my desk
look like a lounge to you?

You got nothing to do?

The FBI called.
Your print search is in.

They're moving him
to Rosedale Mansion.

They got him at
Rosedale Mansion.

Call Critical Jim.

There's a diner
across the street

from the hotel.

You go there just in case.

You don't do anything
unless you hear from me.

You understand?

Yeah.

And don't improvise.

- What if the guy...?
- Don't!

You'll fuck it up!

You two cheese dicks
couldn't improvise a fart

after eating
a three-bean salad.

Now get the fuck
out of here!

Tripp.

I hope you're sitting down
because you won't believe this.

What is it?

Well, our print search came in

and your mr. Tout hasn't been
behind a video camera

for the past four years.

He's been in front of one.

Under surveillance at a little

maximum security prison
in North Carolina.

You don't say?

Iieutenant tripp

may I introduce you
to trevor Finch-

escaped con.

Hey, Finch.

Yeah?

We'll bring him in.

Iook, you don't want me.

You've got three murders
to deal with.

One of them's a friend of mine.

I've got enough evidence
to help you bust these guys.

You just got to hear me out.

Iook at this.

It's limp toast.

Iook at this.

Stuff's fuckin' filthy.

What are you doing?

It's filthy fuck.

It's a fork.

It ain't jewelry.

How'd you like to take a ride

down to union station?

I got to tell you, Finch.

That's one interesting
line of bullshit.

Break out of jail
and fall right into a hit.

I just can't wait to see
where it goes from here.

Oh, what's the name of that

Burt Reynold's picture
with the banjo?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

The one with that retarded kid.

He was good, that guy.

Yeah, he was good. He was good.

"Deliverance."

Cletis Sherman Tout.

Born october 12, 1967.

Christ, it's almost perfect.

One question:

why jail?

I'm comfortable there.

When somebody's trying
to kill you

you go where you feel safe.

You keep your mouth shut

there isn't a safer place
than jail.

And the birds?

The old man's homing pigeons.

Can't really track a bird,
you know?

I had a friend on the outside

trying to get me
out of the country.

Your sexuality is in question.

You decide you're going
to hit for the other side.

You want yourself

some man meat.

I understand that.

But wouldn't you wait
for Burt Reynolds

to come downriver?

Ah. Yeah, you're right.

I mean, who says
to themselves

"hey, I want to bang
that fat guy"?

Exactly.

I think you have
to approach this

from the mountain man's
point of view.

It's a self-esteem issue really.

If you lose your job-

you're not feeling good
about yourself-

you generally
settle for less.

You look for the weaker members
of the herd.

Yeah. Yeah, you hump
the one with the limp.

That's good.

Yeah, I guess
you could say that.

I'm sorry.

That ain't right.

You know what kills me?

Virago's going to walk.

Walk?

He murdered that poor girl,
and you can't make it stick-

tape or no tape.

What are you talking about?

We both know the system.

You know why justice wears
a blindfold-

so she doesn't have to watch.

I mean, justice isn't blind,
it's embarrassed.

I've been in trouble
with the law

ever since I can remember.

Made some mistakes,
but I paid my dues.

Never did anything
to hurt anybody.

You got three bodies
in that morgue.

You're going to get your tape-
your hard evidence

to put Virago away, but once
his attorneys discover

that Tout was a fabrication,
they'll bury it.

I mean, you created Tout-

what other evidence
did you doctor?

I can create any image I want
on a computer.

That's what I went to jail for
in the first place.

And you know they're going
to figure that out.

Wouldn't you rather not
have to deal

with any of that at all?

I'm not the bad guy here.

Let me disappear.

Two months, I would
have made parole anyway.

You take the tape,
you can make it stick.

I only need you
to do one thing-

I need you for once in your life
to look the other way.

Tripp.

Russ, you're not
going to believe

what's on this tape.

Call Horst.

Have him send a
couple of units down

to the empire social club.

Send a cruiser to pick me up.

Outside.

I'll be in front of the diner

across the street.

Hey, listen, Tout...

I'm going to run down
to the diner for some coffee.

Can I get you something
while I'm out?

Not a thing.

Number eight.

They were all there,
the diamonds, all of them.

Tess had left me her half.

She got what she wanted.

She got her picture.

You've all volunteered
for a mission

which gives you
just three ways to go.

You can foul up in training
and be shipped back here

for immediate
execution of sentence

Or you can foul up in combat

in which case I will personally
blow your brains out.

Or you can do as you're told

in which case,
you just might get by.

"The Dirty Dozen."

MGM, 1967.

"M" as in McQueen,
zero- one-two-two

six-two-two-six-four-four

"F" as in Fonda.

"T" as in Tracy,
"K" as in... Kubrick.

You've got 90 minutes,
or I let him go.

Got it.

What's the word?

He's got him there
at the Gladstone.

So now what?

I wire the money,
he waits for it to clear.

It's standard.

Rowdy Virago,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Merrill Candide.

Cuff him,
read him his rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

What's the problem?

It's been 90 minutes.

Why hasn't he killed him yet?

I don't know.

Got to go.

We have a major problem.
We have no ending.

I mean, it's a major flaw.

I love the moral message.

But the two things
that the moviegoer

is going to cry out for
are missing.

- The moviegoer?
- The moviegoer-

John and Jane Q. Public.

First, they're going to want you

to get back with the girl.

But you screwed that up.

And second, they're going
to want some gunplay.

And I can't shoot you,
you're the good guy.

We got to get you out of here

you got to find that girl,
and you got to kill somebody.

What was the room number again?

Eight. Fuck. Number eight.

Eight, I got it.

Number eight!

I got it!

You can kill me.

That's not going to work.

You have got to disappear.

We need to figure out...

this is perfect, perfect.

What? What?!

What are you doing?

Two guys are coming
through that door.

I want you to kill them.

- Who?
- Just a couple of guys.

The guy with the hair,
he's got the gun.

I'm not killing anybody.

You're going to kill them

otherwise I'm going to kill you.

Is that what you want?

Great, it's a festival piece!

Jesus!

Shoot 'em!

Shoot!

No!

What kind of a hero are you?

Tess.

Cut me loose, cut me loose.

What time is it?

It's 9:30.

You got about 30 minutes, buddy.

Come on.

Fix yourself up.

Look, you're the leading man.

Straighten up a little bit.

Listen to me,
trains to canada

Leave out of Union Station

On tracks one and three.

What about the diamonds?

Well, I really only need one.

Ah, well, maybe

a few more
so we can get started.

Buy a big house.

You got 29 minutes.

"I love you.

"You belong to me.

I know people
don't belong to people."

"Of course they do."

"Breakfast at Tiffany's,"
Paramount, 1961.