All language subtitles for Judas Kiss (1998).en

Now, me, I'm answering
your questions

about the hot tours around thistown.

From voodoo to Grande Opera in
the French Opera House

- Baby, we got them all. -

So we'll take you to the
hauntsof the literazzi.

Speaking of haunts,

you can visit the cities of thedead,

the above ground cemeteries
native only to New Orleans.

Visit the Presbyter on beautiful
Jackson Square,

where you can see not only maps

of the area from the 1500's,

but also Marie Antoinette's
personal rosary.

Is money your thing? Who amongstus ain't?

You have succeeded where all
other earthlings

have failed, Captain Desiree.You
must tell me where I lapsed.

Was it the... cerulean?

I checked the flight manual.
It's not regulation.

There you have it.

Totally brilliant and totally
buff.

What about stepping out of thatsilver lamé

and having yourself a
bona fidealien for lunch?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

- What the... - Yes.

Sorry about that.

Quick.

-I had no choice. -I know.

-She stared right at me. -Yeah,I know.

She'd have made me in a
lineup quicksville.

- I know. -

The fuck she have to do
something weird like that?

Bad timing, that's all.

- I couldn't not clip her.
- Let's go!

Is this the Valium drill or is
my watch fast?

I thought you weren't smoking
during the day.

-Special occasion and lay off.
-What happened?

Some woman couldn't wait for theelevator.

Decided to walk ten floors down.

Is she temporarily or
permanently indisposed?

- Dead. - It's all right.

It's spooky, but it's all right.

Why? What's the upshot?

Well, at least they know we're
serious.

I didn't realize that was a
concern.

Lizard, you are one in a dozen.

Dear Jesus, my name is Coco
Chavez.

Why I choose this moment to
talkto you is not important.

Life does have its moments of
uncertainty.

Even school kids know that
kidnapping's a fool's game.

But this was my idea.

Junior and I've been pulling
shakedowns on and off.

Why don't we go someplace
we canget some room service?

You know, I don't usually do
this

on company time...

but you look a lot more
educational

than my Management Performance
Seminar.

Take a bite, cowboy.

Come on.

That's it.

God, you're something else.

That's the ticket. Uh-oh. Uh-oh.Here I go!

Now, your wife, she
wants five grand a month,

the car, and the beach house
orshe'll see you in court

I strongly suggest you sign.

When I came across
careerdefining information,

grifter heaven stuff.

So, we roped in freelance
mastermind, Lizard Browning.

An odd sort of guy who drifted
in and out of the scene.

Hey, look what just slid in.

-Where you been? -People keep
asking me that.

-That's not an answer. -Harvard.

That's an answer. I wish I'd
come up with that.

-So what have you been up to?
-You know,

just killing packs of wild
16-year-olds for fun.

I'd thought your homicidal
tendencies

to be strictly profit motivated.

You did go to Harvard, you slimyold devil.

- So? - So, we're having

- a romantic dinner. - SoI should leave?

So, you should be a little morecharming

and little less bent on
displaying your spoiled,

upper class upbringing.

You guys are still doing divorcejobs.

Well, not for long.

I've been toying with a
kidnapping gig.

Oh, come on. Even school kids
know

kidnapping's a fool's game.
There's no angle on that.

Whoa, whoa, this is-- This is
all news to me.

What are you talking about,
sweetie?

I'm talking about I'm sick of
faking orgasms

for pocket change.

-It's getting old. -So
kidnapping?

- So why not? - So run with it.

Run with it nowhere.
Last job Idid was this accountant geek.

Works for Dyscan,

-some software conglom.
-Dyscape?

They're worth billions.

This guy, Ben Dyson, built it
from scratch.

Now everybody's got to have
hisfucking application wired

into their computer or they
can't access anything.

The guy is a certified genius.

Right, so this accountant,

he handles the company's
insurance payouts, right?

Now, he happens to inform me
that if this Ben Dyson genius

were to be kidnapped,

Dyscape has four million
dollarsallotted to the immediate payout

of ransom money. I mean, no
questions asked.

This guy's too valuable.

Like you said, he's worth
billions.

So he's insured for four mil.

Yeah, but this guy must have a
skidillion bodyguards

and a bizillion high tech
alarmsystems and what have you.

Well, maybe so, baby. But, I
mean, we're talking

some heavy coin here.

I think it's worth checking out.

So why are you telling me in
front of Lizard?

Cause he's not going to want tobe involved.

This isn't white-collar enough
for him.

And, uh...

you're not going to stand in ourway

should we go ahead with it, areyou?

I'll call you. Your dinner's onme.

Buenas noches.

-He's in. -I'll scope out
Dyson's pad

-again tomorrow. -I thought it
was my turn.

You get to do all the fun stuff.

You just find a muscle man,
sweetie.

To find a muscle man in
New Orleans,

or in fact to get permission
forany kind of underworld gig,

you had to go to Pobby Malavero.

Pobby was an ex-preacher turnedgangster

who knew New Orleans like he
knew the Bible.

And no offense, Jesus,

he knew the Bible better than
God.

-Miss Chavez. -Hmm, Mr.
Malavero.

Have you been reading the book
lately?

Oh, not since you stopped
preaching, no.

You been back to church?

You of all people ought to know,

the church makes wise men into
fools.

I'm truly sorry about my
behavior

that day, Coco.

Anyone would have done the same,Pobby.
I mean,

like you say, the place lends
itself to that sort of thing.

Hell of an altar girl, you were.

Sal!

-Uh-huh? -That Mormon kid

Molina dug up in Salt Lake?

-Former middleweight? -Former
middleweight.

-Sergio. Sergio Dos Veces.
-Yeah, that one.

So how'd he make out in that
junkyard spill?

Junkyard spill. He lost an arm,boss.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

Might have lost an eye, too.

I could find out about that foryou right--

-Ruben Rubenbauer. -Ruben
Rubenbauer.

-Ruben Rubenbauer. -Sure as
shit, sugar.

This German kid, he's got moveslike
I ain't seen since forever.

We sent him on backup on a
jewelry store gig.

He got attacked by a rent-a-cop

and two, count them, two pit
bulls.

He cuts up the watchman, tears
up the dogs bare-fisted.

"Super-hush", were his
instructions.

So the partners, they come out
with the loot.

Like nothing. Didn't even hear
the scuffle, he's so quiet.

Sal's going to give you the
number.

Thanks, Pobby.

Clean, clean, clean.

Pobby says you're a crazy fuck,

but you never slipped on
nothing.

You never done any time.

Well, what do you make of that?

I don't know.

I don't really trust it.

I mean, it could be you're
lucky.

It could be you're a snitch.

Penny for your thoughts.

-Ah, you don't want to know.
-Oh, try me.

Now, that's a trick answer.

My thoughts involve you in all
kind of

indecent-type situations.

Where you from?

Me? I'm from Wanne-Eikel,
Nordveihnwestfalen.

Jesus Christ. What's there to dothere?

Set dog tails on fire, watch
flies fuck,

drink, chase your little sister.

You a badass, Ruben?

-Let me see that. -No.

-Let me see that. -No.

-All right. -Hey, hey, wait.

All right, I'll call you.

-Maybe. -Wait.

You are a crazy fuck, and you'restupid.

As I said, I'll call you. Maybe.

Can you mambo?

-Can I what? -Mambo, the dance.

I call it the "Save-My-Ass
Mambo"

because, you know...

basically I'm the best fucking
strong-arm you can find.

And I'll kill whatever you
want.Guns or knives. You can pick.

But, see, I-- I get nervous at
job interviews.

I-- I-- I show off a little. I
kind of sabotage myself.

So, but I figure...

If you got nothing to lose
and Igot nothing to lose here,

let's mambo.

Ruben's mambo did the trick.

But nothing we had planned
couldreally make us ready for this.

-You ready for this?
-We'll findout in a hurry.

- Here, baby. - Thanks,
sugar pie.

- Fuck me, Junior! - Now,sweetie?

I've got to calm down, like,
pronto.

-Adrenaline overdrive.
-Ultra-pay dirt

finger-licking mode.

Your eyes about to spin like
pinwheels,

heart thundering through your
chest

like you can't feel your feet.

Junior Armstrong,

you flip me over that mattress
like God meant you to.

Or I swear to God, I'm gonna
highball it to Mexico

and get me a pair or
maraca-playin' muchachos

like Ava Gardner had in that
movie.

Can you breathe in that?

- You comfortable? -

Do you need to go to the
bathroom or anything?

--Hey, you are allowed to talk.

We're not weird or
nothing, you know.

Yes.

- Yes, we are weird? - No.

Yes, I need to go to the
bathroom.

Good-fucking-God, Junior.

You touch me places no man's
ever touched before,

-you know that? -I've got to
admit, sweetie.

-You tantalize me. -I'm so in
love with you.

You're like a full-throttle
religious experience to me.

I'm sorry about today. I reallyam.

No. No. This more than makes upfor
it, sugar pie.

We still got Margarita Island
coming, don't we?

Pina coladas and hammocks and
nothing else to do

but each other.

-They have rum there? -I'm
positive they do.

Yeah? Cause you know I'm
not bigon pina coladas.

I mean, not that I'd care if
that was the only choice,

-but if I had my pick--
-Rum andcokes it shall be.

Jesus Christ,
I love the way youwiggle, baby.

Oh.

-- Hey, guys, we're on TV.

Police are now on thescene
at 351 Park Circle,

where computer giant,
Ben Dyson,was kidnapped earlier today.

Found dead in his apartment wasMrs.
Patricia Hornbeck,

wife of Senator Rupert Hornbeck.

It is not clear how this
shocking murder

is connected to the kidnapping
case...

but this frenzy of police and
federal agents

has not been seen since--

What do you got?

You're not a case man,what's up?

Matty Grimes broke his foot.
I'mfilling in. What do you got?

Clemencia Ruiz, maid, found thebody.

She's in the kitchen. Fred
Gordon,

building security guard with a
broken head,

-he's in the hospital. -Let's
start with the maid.

Get me a tape-recorder, a
refill,

and send these people home, willyou?

You kids...

beat it.

We only have to do this once,
Miss Ruiz.

Were you in the apartment
at thetime of the murder?

-No. -Where were you?

Every Thursday I go buy
groceries,

and when I came back,

I open door, and I saw the
woman.

I scream so loud. So loud.
I'venever seen-- I never...

-Did you know her? -No. No.

She wasn't a friend of Mr.
Dyson's?

No, no.

When did you first realize thatMr.
Dyson was missing?

I called 911 and the policemen

waits for Mr. Dyson, waits and
waits and--

And then they-- They saw that
package.

I pick it up in my way in.

But-- What is this world comingto?

- I think God must be sleeping.
- Friedman?

Chief.

The butler did it.

I'm sorry it took me so long
when the clues were so clear.

You want to meet the senator?

It's not my case, but I hear
he's a lousy poker player.

The senator's a good man to
know.

FBI Agent Hawkins is in charge
of the kidnapping.

And you're going to handle the
murder.

Now, I want you to pull
whateverfavors you need

from whoever and make like thisassignment

suits your ambitions, 'cause
you're going to be stepping

-all over their investigation.
-I don't want this job.

Senator and I go way back.

I don't want this job.

Detective Grimes will be on
sickleave for a few weeks,

-so this is your case now. -I
don't want this job.

I know.

Let me make this very clear.

Dyscape is in no way going to
jeopardize

the safety of Mr. Dyson.

We are fully prepared to meet
the kidnappers' demands

by tomorrow, as specified in
this note...

and to deliver the four
milliondollars in cash

to whatever location they
specify

in exchange for Mr. Dyson.

A call is supposed to be made tothis office

at 8:00 p.m. tonight.

I bought my daughter her first
computer last week.

I must admit, they're a lot of
fun.

We are glad to be of
assistance to the authorities

as much as we see fit, but we
will not...

I repeat, will not in any way

stall, mislead, or trick the
kidnappers.

And that is final.

-You got it. -Mm-hmm.

So fill me in.

That remark could be
misconstrued

as sexual harassment, Agent
Hawkins.

Let's get it out of the way,
then.

You've never worked under a
female superior before.

I got to where I am by pushing
paper

and playing nice. I never
actually fired

a gun before. I'm only in this
job

to prove my father I'm not a
coward.

I give decent head so I got
promoted

before other worthy
candidates,all of them men

and all of them equally gifted
at fellatio,

but there was a gender quota tofill.

I'm also stupid and idealistic.

You are hardened, cynical and
usually right.

I'm secretly in love with you,

but I have a hard time showing
it.

Did I skip anything?

You're a better driver than
meand I'm too proud to admit it.

You're right.

So you keep me updated on
everything,

and you have my permission to
assist us

-as much as you like. -That's
very thoughtful of you.

Anything turn up with the
rent-a-cop?

I'm on my way to the hospital
right now.

Mm-hmm. How about the woman
upstairs?

Name's Mary-Ellen Floyd.

She used to play tennis
with thesenator's wife.

I have an appointment with her
in an hour.

-You coming to the senator's?
-You inviting me?

-You bet. You like to be
on top?-Half the time.

-Want to have sex later? -Sure.

-I'll check with my ex-wife.-I'll
check with my ex-husband.

"It was too bad about Joyce
Lakeland.

If only she hadn't loved it whenI beat her,

the whole trouble wouldn't havestarted."

Well, my. You really know your
Jim Thompson.

That's pretty impressive for a
detective.

I'm filled with
contradictions,Agent Hawkins.

You'll see.

-Mr. Gordon? -What's left of me.

-Who are you? -Detective David
Friedman.

Mind if I talk to you?

Well, I didn't see nothing good.

Just some delivery guy futzing
with the video monitor,

floor ten. B-- But you know
that.

He came up close to the camera.

Dark hair, late twenties.

Maybe thirties.

Oh, heck. Maybe forties.

I don't know. My eyesight ain'tso good.

Clearly...

you know that you're the last
person

to see Mrs. Hornbeck alive.

I'm very sorry that you
have torecap the incident

only hours after it happened.

I only wish I could be of more
assistance.

Patty and I had lunch and playedtennis

every Thursday.

Sometimes, after we'd played,

she would come back here and
shower.

She was...

It's all so ridiculous.
She wasso smart, so funny.

She was my best friend.

We'd known each other for 15
years.

She left my apartment today
and...

And she got murdered
because shetook the stairs

and not the elevator.

That's so pathetic. I miss her
so much already.

- You know? -

I beg you all...

from the deepest...

part of my soul to find these
degenerates.

I want them prosecuted

to the fullest extent of the
law.

Then, God help me,
I'm going topass a new law

that will bring them to justice.

I swear.

Beg-- I beg you all your
pardonfor my conduct here.

Today, I...

I don't think the words
exist...to express... my feeling.

I hope...

I hope none of you ever...

get to understand what it's
like.

I'm sorry.

These fuckers just committed
suicide.

-Well? -Let's abort.

-What's that get us? -Dyson
walks, he knows nothing.

He saw me for a fraction of a
second.

I can live with that.

We try to pull a ransom
scheme,someone might get seen.

And then they gonna fry us.

- I should've shot her. -What the fuck

difference does it make? She hadto go down,

no matter what. It's still the
same dilemma.

-Four million dollars. -I've
never quit nothing.

Unless you count school, but
that wasn't my fault.

Okay, we have till tomorrow to
decide.

Let's assess here for a
minute.They're looking for us, anyway.

-In, like, beaucoup numbers.
-Wewalk, we're clean.

They can never trace us.
Freakystuff happens like that.

Criminal negligence or not,
thejob remains the same.

Nothing's the same, man. We're
all...

- What's that fucking word?
- Hinked.

We're all hinked here.

Before they're coming clueless,now
they're coming pissed.

It makes a fucking difference.

We can ring up tonight,
jerk theleash a little, feel it out.

Fuck half-way. If we're in,
we're in.

-Ruben? -Ruben what?

-Are you back in? -I've never
been out.

--Okay.

-This is Walters. -Okay, this
phone is tapped.

Talk to you at Capri's Pizza
across the street.

You got five minutes.

I told you they'd know.

I'd be real worried about your
boss if they didn't.

Come on, honey.

- How's he doing? -Stillcrying.

Christ Almighty, the
man's gonna have

a salt deficiency

by the time he's done.

Hello? Mr. Walters, please.

Yes, hello?

Say hello to the fed
beside you.What's his name?

Her name is Hawkins.
No, no, no.I only want to speak to you

as I said in my notes, but say
hello and tell her

the veggie paninis are
outstanding in Capri's.

-It's a cellular.
-How long willit take you?

Piece of cake.

Silver briefcase, model 399.

With the black handles. Yes, ofcourse.

Hello?

So four million, used bills, noproblem.

Don't you feel stupid
repeatingeverything to the feds?

- I'm sorry, what? -I'll
call you at noon tomorrow.

-You will call tomorrow noon?
-You can't get used bills

till the afternoon.

Actually, I don't think I can
get used bills

until the afternoon. That's
gener--

-Are you an early riser? -I begyour pardon?

He's calling from a different
line

every 30 seconds or so.

-We can't get the trace. -He's
not bad.

-Are you an early riser? -Yes,
I'm an early riser.

Make it 8:00 a.m. then.

-You'll call at 8:00 a.m.?
-Stall him.

Press for the afternoon.

Actually, I don't think
I'll beable to get the money

until the afternoon.

That's when the bank generally
opens.

The gentleman I speak to--

6:00 a.m. then.

6:00 a.m.? You're going to callat 6 a.m.?

You keep playing games and I'm
gonna keep

pushing the time, is that clear?

It's clear.

Say you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

- May I speak to Mr. Dyson?
- Oh, Ben.

There's no need to cry.

You're going to be out of here
tomorrow.

I know this all seems very
uncivilized and cruel,

but we are not going to hurt
you.

Okay? Come on. Let's get you onthe phone.

You can talk to your accountant.

There's no need to be a scared
bunny.

You touch her again, I don't
give a fuck

how much your brain's worth,

it's going to end up
splatteredall over this room.

- Do you understand? - Mm, mm.

Easy, everyone.

Phone's waiting.

You okay, sweetie?

Yeah.

I never been hit in the face
before.

Fuck, that hurts.

Don't you ever lay a hand on melike that.

Honey, I would never.

Here I was thinking "scared
bunny"

is a term of endearment.

Very well, then, 5:00 a.m. it
is. Here's Dyson.

Mr. Dyson?

- Who is this? -Walters.

Accounting.

Are you okay, sir?

I've been better, Mr. Walters.

You'll be safe in no time.

We're doing everything we can toget you.

So then, he's alive.
Talk to you at 4:00 a.m.

Tell Hawkins "in culo alla
balena".

If I get the sense that you're
lying to me again,

I cut up Dyson in a million
pieces

- and disappear. -

Definitely Dyson?

Detective?

Did you catch him yet?

Payout's at 4:00 a.m.

That gives me a hell of a lot
oftime, Hawkins.

That's only if you assume
we'renot going to get him.

Giving you all the credit in theworld,

I still have to look at it bothways.

If you blow it at 4:00 a.m.,
they're gone.

Kidnappers always screw up.

It's part of their makeup as a
species.

I'm relieved to hear that the
FBI

works under such scientific
truths.

-Well, fuck me sideways. -What,here?

Is it too late to re-visit a
grieving witness?

Well, not if you bring her
flowers.

See you at Dyscape in a few.

Miss Floyd, I'm sorry to troubleyou again.

I forgot my lighter.

It sounds petty...

it was the only thing my fatherleft me.

Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you again.

- No problem. -

Maybe it's time to call it a
night, huh?

Patty wasn't bad.

I'm sure she wasn't.

She didn't need to be bad to
become a victim,

if that's where you're heading.

I'd do anything for her.

You do understand that, don't
you?

Yes, I do.

It's not for me to say what is
right or what is wrong.

She loved him. She really...

I'm quite sure she did.

It would've worked out for them.I
just, uh, feel it.

It would have worked out for
Patty and the senator?

Patty and Ben.

Patty Hornbeck...

and Ben Dyson?

They were involved.

She was so happy. It felt like
something good

was finally happening in her
life.

How long they been seeing each
other?

They came here every Thursday
for the last three months.

It had been going on earlier.
Maybe about a year.

Come on.

It's time to go to sleep.

Tomorrow's a new day.

And we all get a fresh start.

Tell me your dreams.

I dream of being strapped to a
wood frame in a barn...

with horns on my head and a
cowbell around my neck...

taken from behind by a giganticbull.

No, I mean your dreams.

What do you want to do with yourlife?

Listen.

I am the most available female
alien in this galaxy.

You don't have to concoct all
these silly plans

just to see me naked.

-4:00 a.m.'s no good. -So we
make the idiot

wait till nine, then start.

4:00 a.m.'s no good.

So we make the idiot
wait till nine, then start.

At the tone
the time will be one...

Little early for that, ain't it?

When you drink as much as I
do,you've got to start early.

Happy reading, my friend.

Let's take a look at Ben
Dyson'sphone bills as well.

You know, I jump when you say
jump, Friedman.

But this is pushing it.
I mean,the cleaning people

get here in 15 minutes.

You better make it snappy then.

Thanks, Friedman. I
appreciate it.

Maybe once this is all over

- we could catch some dinner.
- I'd like that.

You take care.

How much do you sleep atnight?

I beg your pardon?

How many hours?

-About four, average. You? -Samehere.

Maybe we could have some
late-night dinner.

Ruben, put that away. The
bacon's dead already.

I just haven't gone this long
without killing something.

- You had your chance. -
Come on, you know

I would have shot her.

But Coco was tremendous.

No, you really were. You were
great.

You didn't freeze up.

I'll never forget the first
timeI had to clip somebody. Oh!

My entire body froze.

Well, my entire body except my
asshole.

I had the runs for a whole week.

You don't even look like you gotthe runs.

You probably bit off your
mother's nipple

when you were a baby, huh?

You're doing real good, Mr.
Dyson.

You know, I never shot
anythingbut beer cans before.

Well, and a bird once.

But that was a bet and I was
drunk.

But I guess I just want to tellyou...

you know, so that...

So that you know.

You're doing real good,
considering.

If you'll excuse me.

-I feel nauseous. -Maybe you'repregnant.

I wish. You know what I'm
talking about.

You ought to stop punishing
yourself, Coco.

-You had no choice.
-How could Ihave no choice?

What do you want me to say?

That you fucked up?

Cause you didn't.

It was a tough situation and
youdid what you had to do.

Of course you feel bad. You feelbad

because you're not a monster.

I've never killed anyone before.

Exactly.

You done good until now. This
was an accident.

"You done good until now."
What's that supposed to mean?

Well, it means...

what it means.

Listen.

You and I, what's between us,
it's like...

...without jinxing nothing,Coco,
we've been through a lot.

Good and bad. Officially, mostly
bad.

But we always managed to keep
our sense of humor about it.

And life is a complicated littlecomedy

and if you whack yourself
off-kilter here,

we're both going to drown.
'Cause we're connected.

We don't just have a lot of
things in common, sweetie.

We're the same. And this is
life.

Fuck-ups happen and we learn
from them.

Now, you're flipping out right
now 'cause you think

this accident puts us in more
danger than before,

but the truth is, it doesn't.

Or we don't know yet.

Or we won't know until this
whole thing is done.

But projecting all this fear,
unto me right now,

it's not going to help either ofus.

Please don't get killed.

I can manage without you,
but Idon't feel like it.

You have built a perfectly
greased machine

and set it in motion.

Now it's time to let it go.

Take a bath.

Watch TV.

--Read a magazine.

Anything.

Just let it play out. Now, I'm
gonna see you

in a couple hours and that's a
promise.

Don't say you promise, that's
bad luck.

I don't promise.

But I love you.

Now, Ruben's packing everythingwe got.

I'm gonna leave this here with
you this just in case.

Do keep an eye on Lizard
as muchas possible.

-You hear? -Yeah.

--Here we go, buffalo.

Okay. God bless.

Shouldn't you be doing
something?

You starting a conversation,
Walters? I can't really tell.

I mean, are we just going to
wait all day?

You're getting paid, aren't you?

Yes, I'm getting paid.

For sitting around with federalprotection.

Usually you have to rat on madeguys

to get that kind of attention.

Take off your shoes. Live a
little.

Showtime.

-Hello? -Go to Wally's Auto Shop

downtown. You've got 32 minutes.

-I'll be there. -I know you
will.

-Senator's a slow dresser, eh?
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, Detective.

I'm afraid the senator can't
speak to you

- at the moment. - "Afraid"...

is the operative word in that
sentence.

Lee Ann, this is Rickles.

Tell Arthur to bring the car
around.

I've been drinking bad coffee
for the last 45 minutes,

waiting for his highness to
emerge.

Now, I'm sure his beloved dead
wife

isn't quite as pressing an issueas
this international conference

he's going to be five minutes
late for,

but I just don't have the time
to wait until after.

I don't appreciate your tone,
Detective.

I need to speak to you in
private.

You got my undivided attention
from here to the car.

Let's see if you can hold it.

Did you know that your wife andBen Dyson

had a relationship?

No, but it doesn't surprise me.My
wife and I had relationships

with just about everyone worth
knowing in this city.

That's not the kind
ofrelationship I'm talking about.

Then make yourself clear,
Detective. Life is fleeting.

Did you know she'd beenhaving
an affair with Mr. Dyson

these past few months?

You must be talking about your
wife, Detective,

- not mine. - I have proof

they spoke several times a day
over the phone.

Listen to me carefully, you
little prick.

I don't know what your angle ishere

and frankly, I don't give a
damn.

But if smearing the names of
stand-up citizens

is your idea of a police
investigation,

then maybe Chief Bleeker could
find you a job

in one of the tabloids.

I don't have the time or the
patience

to destroy your miserable
existence,

but I know several people who
do.

Don't ever speak to me again.

Don't you even dare look at me.

If you get near my house again
Iwill pull so many strings

so far beyond the level
of yourcomprehension

it's going to take 50 years to
dig up your bones

in some wasteland pit in CentralAmerica.

Detective?

Oh, sorry. I thought you were
Matty.

Matty Grimes?

Yeah, well, actually,
you just--Your cars look similar. I'm...

Ha-- Have a good day.

I tried it once, you know.

-I forget the reason why. -Onlyonce?

Amateur.

Why, you?

Really?

I don't like to dwell on my
failures.

You're lying.

Maybe so, maybe not. But the
best bet is, who knows?

Because when you try to kill
yourself once

you never forget how the blood
gushed out

and that horrible face
you madein the mirror.

From there one embellishes.
It'sall so romantic, you know?

It's like all those rumors you
hear.

"Maybe Lizard is a cop,

or maybe he was behind the
killing of those old folks

in that social security scam."

You just never know.

Precisely. It's all so
diabolically unimportant.

Just talk.

You and Junior were high
schoolsweethearts, weren't you?

Uh, if we'd ever gone to high
school, yeah.

How did you two meet, anyway?

Mm, I had this crazy ass
boyfriend, Jiminy Cricket.

I've heard of him. Short, greenguy,

kept Pinocchio out of trouble?

Jiminy was a speed-freak
with aself-esteem problem

the size of Kansas.

He used to spank me with a
violin.

We hit liquor stores for drug
cash

and only had oral sex
because hewas so paranoid

about knocking me up.

He won't even kiss me, he was soparanoid.

Claimed his saliva was...

sperm-rich, or some other
nonsense.

But I was young and he did havea cool bike

and what have you.

I was going through a phase.

Anyway, we were going to hit
this supermarket

that Junior worked at.

I didn't really know him, but
Jiminy said

he was a stand-up guy.

We're planning on breaking in

through the meat freezer
skylight,

but Jiminy never showed up.

I was fed up with him. He'd
flaked on other jobs

and I was starting to see littlefuture

in the relationship, so I brokein alone...

and met Junior by the liquor
boxes.

Meat freezer connected with
theregular storage area,

and he'd chosen to hide out
there during close-up.

But he'd miscalculated the
nightwatchman's routine

and he got locked in, period.

So, when I showed up, he was
half drunk and depressed.

Not a good start.

We decided to abort the plan

and stack up the liquor boxes toclimb out,

when Jiminy showed up, noticed
the open skylight,

saw me nowhere and closed it,
asto not arouse any suspicion

and do the job the following
night.

So what else could Junior
and Ido but get drunk?

We spent the night swapping
stories,

made a deal to change the world.

Settled on changing ourselves.

♪ I'll run away with you...

We fucked like bunnies inthe meat freezer.

I had my first ever orgasm
staring into a dead cow.

♪ You're just like a dream

I'll never forget the fresh
smell of blood

and the rawness of all that
flesh.

It was right then and there
thatI knew I was in love.

How'd you two get out?

Oh. Next morning they just

opened the supermarket. We
walked right on out.

Junior quit on the spot.

And to this day I can't look
ata steak without getting wet.

They got a goofy yellow car in
front of Wally's.

There's a van up the street.
Very discreet.

And there's another car pulled
up

in front of the food truck.

There's a woman getting out,
looks like our leader.

She's kind of cute.

Tell him I can take all of themfrom here,

just in case we need to.

-And Ruben says-- -I heard it.

Tell the jackal to stand down.
Call you back.

No, no, no, Mrs. Gurwitz.

I told you, your alternator wasjust fine,

but the radiator--

We already rebuilt the
radiator.That's the point.

Now, we got ourselves a
situation here.

You cannot expect me to undo thework.

-You do understand that we--
-Doyou have a call waiting?

-What do you want? -I need thatphone, Mr...

Wally. I need it right now!
It'sa police emergency.

Son, you are not a cop.
Get thefuck out of here.

"Mr. Wally." Fuck you. No, no,
ma'am, not you.

Now, look, labor has already
been

committed on your Mercedes.

That is not in question here.

All right, just let me look at
the file. You just hang on.

God, women!

-Yes? -You make me wait

and that's the last you'll hearfrom me.

I am sorry.

-What are you doing? -What are
you doing?

I need that phone!

- What's going on down there?
- Oh, you're missing

a beautiful routine, Wally, themechanic's

about to beat the hell out of
our helpless accountant.

He's calling out for help.
Otheragents are coming in.

Wally's swinging a tire iron. Ithink he's--

He's going to stand up-- Stand
up to the two agents.

-Male or female, the agents?
-Male. Walters is inside.

-Hello? -You playing games, is
that it?

No, no. You don't understand.

A mechanic pushed me around
outside--

I don't understand.
I don't knowwhatever gave you

the idea you were dealing with achild.

I'm not sure Ben Dyson would beamused

by your incompetence and
disregard for his life.

But let's straighten this out
right now.

No, I'm not lying to you.
I washere on time.

-I was here,
the man-- -Shut up!It's very simple.

Get rid of the goons outside theoffice.

Tell Hawkins to go fuck
herselfand lose the van.

Lie to me and you carry Dyson'sdeath

on your conscience for life.

It's not a threat, it's a
promise.

You've got to make it across
town

to the Three Horseshoes Motel.
It's on Seeker Street,

the phone is in the lobby. Takea cab.

You know I'm watching you, so
let's up the stakes a little.

If I see any of your friends
near you,

I'm gonna shoot you on the spot.

He's been instructed to take a
cab to a motel.

We're being watched as we speak.

Well, they can't see you.

Send two agents over to the
motel.

Have them check for cameras.

They can't see him inside the
motel otherwise.

Unless, of course, they're
inside.

- There you go, ma'am.-Thank you.
But you know what?

I don't think they're that
stupid.

Want to get another agent in thecab

and we'll drive the little
accountant over?

They're watching us.

So, you want to stick around,

look for anybody that
looks likea kidnapper?

-It's not the weekend yet,
Dave.-I'm here to talk to Matty.

Come in.

-Hey there, Tinkerbell. -Hi,
Daddy.

- You're not in school? -She's got a cold.

Matty's in there, Dave.

-What's shaking, Friedman? -I
came to pay you a visit.

The boys miss you.

And we all wish you'd get bettersoon.

You're a worse liar than me.

-What can I do you for? -I
inherited your Hornbeck case.

I heard.

Do me proud. But not too proud.

I still need my job once I get
better.

Freaky coincidence, breaking
your foot

yesterday morning,
when all thiswas about to come down.

Well, everything happensfor a reason.

Most of the time the reason
simply being life is fucked.

Now, I don't mean to rush
you ornothing, but...

I'm about to take a nap.

- You know Hornbeck pretty
well?- He's an ex-cop.

I've sat down with him once or
twice.

Plays a lousy game of poker,
butthen I told you that.

You go there a lot?

Friedman, I like you, I really
do.

But if you're going to ask
something, do it.

Did you bug Patty Hornbeck's
phone?

Jesus Christ!

You've been up all night,
haven't you?

You're the best fucking
wire manon the entire force.

Just give me a straight yes or
no

and I'll play dumb with this
whole scam.

I ain't looking to get promoted

and I ain't looking to get
killed.

-I didn't bug nobody's phone.
-I'm asking you nice, Matty.

I don't want the goddamn job.

You really should take some timeoff.

You've gone totally paranoid.

-Ow. What are you doing? -You
bluffed, I called.

Put that away! What's
wrong with you, man?

I'm going to break yourfoot

-if it isn't broken already.
-It's broken already.

Well, there's no way you'd hop
like that if it was broken.

-Say goodbye to your foot.
-Stopit! Put that away!

Did you bug her phone?

I'm going to get you for this,Friedman.
I swear to God, I am.

-Did you? Yes or no? -No!

Crazy son of a bitch!

-Did you? -Yes!

Thanks.

Here's a cab. Walter looks
likehe's about to pass out.

He's getting in.

- Can you see the driver?
- Negative.

You think it's one of them?

Oh, I'll bet my life.

Feds are preposterously
unimaginative.

Hold on a sec.

Hey, sweetie. Lizard's right,
sugarpop. I think Walter

has to be wired up the ass.
Butthere's just one now,

so you let Ruben handle that
ifneeded, you hear?

You sit tight.
You wait till theagents leave.

If they don't, you stash your
equipment.

You leave one at a time.

How are you feeling?

Oh, a might restless, pumpkin,
but, uh, it's just natural.

How's Lizard?

He's breathing up a storm with
that kundalini nonsense

-of his. -Well, as long

as he keeps still. I'll talk toyou in five.

Hey, sweetie? Have you had
lunch?

Are you here for Rolo?

- Excuse me? - If you're
here for him,

he got arrested.

-Who? -Rolo.

Lobby. Who?

Rolo ain't here, you know.
Arrested.

Uh-huh. Who? I don't know any
Walters.

- This is Walters. - Who's Rolo?

I have no idea.

The agent in the cab getting allthis down?

- What-- What-- What agent?
- You want to die?

Listen up, there's a green
couchbehind you, see it?

-Yup. -There is a phone
underneath it,

and a note. Read the note.

Tear it up in front of the
clerkand do as it says.

Fuck you!

-Not you, lady.
-Nothing I ain'theard before.

Okay, the son of a bitch is
definitely

not watching me now.

And if this woman is involved,
she is some kind of genius.

I don't know about you guys,
butyou are on your own.

I'm taking the 12 o'clock
trainacross the street.

That gives me four minutes to
catch it.

Last call for train58.

Now boarding, train 58.

Have two cars follow this train.

Chief, I told the detective he
had to wait.

Well, he's in now.

Please leave us alone.

Well, sir?

You pulled Matty off the
assignment on purpose.

You're buddies, I understand.But
what do you got against me?

Your entrance was great, but
you're rambling now.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Ben
Dyson andPatty Hornbeck

having an affair for a year.

I'm talking about Hornbeckhiring
Matty to tap her phone.

I'm talking about police
corruption

beyond inter-departmental
charges.

I'm talking about me making it
very clear

that I didn't want the fucking
job

because it's rigged up the ass

and you insisted on me getting
fucked.

What do you have against me?

The public has no idea what
justice costs

the men and women who perform
it.

-Meaning? -Meaning thanks

for coming to me with this
first.

Meaning I get a favor now?

Meaning you're jumping to
conclusions mighty quick.

If Dyson and Mrs.
Hornbeck werehaving an affair,

well, it's nothing but a
coincidence.

Don't do this to me.

A coincidence, pure and simple.

There are no coincidences in
this life, Chief.

You know that.

I expect a report on
your leadsand suspects.

ASAP.

-There's only one suspect.
-There's only one killer.

Are you going to let me arrest
Rupert Hornbeck?

I'm going to make like I never
heard you utter

such nonsense.

Covington, next stop. Covington.

This'll be our last stop
beforehand.

Do you think we have time for aswim?

Go ahead. I don't think you canfloat

with all that metal you're
carrying.

Did you know that some people
hate the taste of metal?

Can't say I've ever given it
much thought.

I wish women tasted more like
this.

Now, you're going to make a
prison shrink

very happy someday, Ruben.

My mother used to say that.

Yeah?

This is Walters.

Ben Dyson will be alivein
your office in two hours.

Open the window and throw out
the briefcase right...

...now.

FBI! Hold it right there!

Hands in the air!

Ruben!

Ruben, get in the car! Get in
the fucking car!

-Son of a bitch. -Hey, come on.

This is it! This is it!

Stop fucking look at it too
much.

I've never seen this
much moneytogether, man.

My dick is thick as a brick.

Well, hold that thought and
close the window

before the money flies away.

Close the fucking window
beforethe money flies away.

You know-- You know, I've
pictured it and--

And I've dreamed about it, but--

But it never fit all in my head.

It was too big. I mean, it's--
It's still too big.

It's like my head is expanding,man.

I-- I think I'm having an
epilepsy.

-Having a fit? -No, man, an
epilepsy.

-Like a religious vision. -I
think you mean

-you're having an epiphany.
-Yeah, that's it.

You know, like I thought,
like--They'd do it like in the movies.

You know, they-- They just put
the top layer in

and fill up the rest with
newspapers.

And you know what? I would've
been happy with it.

But they filled up the case.

They really went for it.

You ever seen that Errol Flynn
picture,

-Objective, Burma!? -No. Old
movies make me sad.

- Really? Why's that?
-Idon't want to talk about it.

Okay.

Errol Flynn, is he a homo?

Well, last I heard, Errol Flynnwas dead.

Oh.

-I mean was he a homo? -Well,
how the fuck do I know?

Cary Grant was a homo. Rock
Hudson, too.

You know what that did to my
mother?

No.

She was devastated.

I'll never forgive those guysfor
letting her down like this.

You know, now, if I watch old
movies,

I just keep thinking in the backof my head,

"My mother has a crush on this
guy and--

And he's probably a homo."

-Makes me sad, that's all.
-Yeah, you got a point.

Hey, why are we stopping?

This battery's flat. I got a
spare in the back.

So what happens in Objective,
Burma!?

Well, Flynn and a group of
soldiers

are about to jump out of this
airplane

into some fucking jungle duringWorld War II

and this guy asks Flynn,

"What happens if my chute don'topen?"

And Flynn says, "Well...

you'll be the first one on the
ground."

- What does it mean? -
Nothing, really.

- Yup? - I just got paid.

I'm a man of my word, are you?

Yeah, I have no
complaints so far.

Well, you got something for me?

5515 Ellroy Street.

There's a briefcase under your
seat. Open it.

Senator.

The girl with Dyson...

she's unarmed.

Hawkins, where the hell are you?

I won't be long.

He's leaving right now. How longis long?

Not too long.

You had better be certain aboutthis.

The world gets more uncertain
every second.

-You got cash? -For keeping my
mouth shut?

For parking.

Yeah.

Something isn't right.

Time really isn't
linear, you know?

What are you saying?

I'm saying if you look at that
watch again

I'm going to skin you alive.

Do you know something I don't?

That's an open book of a
question.

Will you stop that?

I'm merely trying to breathe inpeace.
Stop what?

This high and mighty
eloquence.It's epically dull.

Epically dull?

You have a skillfully willful
way with words, Coco.

Don't bother the hostage.

I'm sure he's not toosympathetic
to your impatience.

And when they asked Jim Thompson

where he came up with
all thosetwisted plots,

he said, "There's only ever beenone plot."

"You can't always get what you
want."

Almost. "Nothing is what it
seems."

How come you didn't
become a writer?

- You know so much. - He'spulling over.

Follow him.

- What do you mean, follow him?
- He doesn't like me.

- What if he doesn't like me?
- Just do it!

Okay, I'm doing it.

Ah, shit!

Follow the green car.

What took you so long?

There was a Tupperware sale
andI couldn't help myself.

What do you mean what took me solong?

I was worried, that's all. We
after the assistant now?

Hornbeck gave him an address.

Made him run like hell.

--Standard 357.

An old-fashioned, stay-put typepiece.
I know, but I like it.

What?

Hey, you smoke?

Oh, that's terrific.

You one of those health
conscious people

or you just never need to feel
cool?

You know, I started smoking whenI was 12.

At least I'm no quitter.

Hey, if I ask you something,
youpromise not to hit me?

I just...

I just wonder what it feels
like.

You know, to think you're goingto die.

And I don't mean that in a
morbid way. I mean,

what I mean is I know
we're notgoing to kill you,

even if you think I'm saying
that

as some torture technique or
something.

You must think you are, right?

I mean, either because we're
crazy

or because we're going
to screwup or something.

I just-- I just wonder what it
feels like,

I mean, besides the fear

and the bad uncertain aspect ofthings.

I wonder if you get any sense
of...

inner revelations or...

I don't know, empowerment?

Like-- Like resolutions andstuff?

I guess you don't have to tell
me.

I just thought you might need
someone to talk to.

--This is unit340.

I need an ambulance here.

Corner of Jacinta and Ellroy.

You weren't kidding
about your driving, were you?

I mean, because after
all, you know,

you are going to spend years intherapy

after this ordeal, am I right?

Hey, what's that short story
about that scientist

who spends all that time
creating the first computer,

the most perfect, complicated
machine and--

And he works and he works
untilfinally it's done and...

And he turns it on and...

the first question he asked thecomputer is,

"Is there a God?"

And the computer says...

What does the computer say?

"There is now."

Ha! I knew that.

I was just trying to see if
you'd break down and talk.

You say you're not going to killme.

I guarantee it. I mean, not thatmy word

means anything to you, but it
does to me.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, anything. I'm just happy
to talk.

Why did you kill Patty?

Patty who?

You knew that lady, the
senator's wife?

I knew her.

But we had...

so little time together.

Oh, God. Why did this have to
happen on a Thursday?

I'm going to jump in the shower.

Tell someone who gives a fuck.

I thought you might
want to join me

if you need to calm down.

A sense of humor is one of thosethings

you can't afford to lose.

♪ How many crumbs in bread

♪ I admit you are strange

I'll scope out Dyson's pad againtomorrow.

I say we go Thursday.

But I thought we agreed the
weekend was better.

It's crying out to me, honey,
it's in my gut.

Don't get me wrong. Imean, I get dizzy

just picturing your gut, baby,
you know.

But Lizard thinks it's better
if--

Well, fuck Lizard.

Who set this whole thing up? Youand me.

Yeah.

And I'm telling you, we go
Thursday.

I had a little dream about it.

- You did? -Yeah, I did.

But this guy must have a
skidillion bodyguards

and a bizillion high-tech alarmsystems

and what have you.

Cleaning lady goes out,we go in.

It's too simple.

Simplicity ain't necessarily
bad.

There's always room for error.

Well, that's comforting.

Why aren't you the one packing?

Well, I don't want to
risk the gun going off

when I try to cover his face.

Oh, it just makes me nervous.

Coco, you're a better shot

- than me, anyway. -That's true.

It's a precaution, that's all.

Mm, it is?

♪ But last but not least

♪ But baby most of all

Coco?

The girl said you weren't goingto kill me.

What did I do?

Why don't you just get
off your big butt

- and get a job? -

Benjamin.

- Hornbeck? - Go ahead,Rickles.

Ready or not, here I come.

Shh.

You've been fucking
my wife for a year.

You've been calling her at all
hours.

You've been sweet-talking her
with your bullshit.

You've been laughing at me
behind my back.

Explain this to me.

-Fuck you. -That's not the
answer I wanted.

- Go ahead, Rickles. -

Oh shit! God. Fuck this!

Shit.

- Ah, shit! -

Now, get up! All right.

Rickles! Rickles!

I'm putting his hands in the
freezer, Senator.

That's enough!

Enough? Enough?

This ain't even fucking close
toover, you son of a bitch!

This hasn't even started!

Smell that burning flesh stink,Ben.

Smell it!

The last fucking thing

you're going to smell in your
life.

Think about all your fucking
companies.

All your goddamn money you
didn't get to spend.

Was it worth it

for a few moments of ecstasy
with my wife?

Did you tell her you love her?

Did she whisper nice things in
your ear?

Did she mention...

she was telling me the same
things at night?

She didn't love you.

-How could she? -But she loved
you.

Because you're so special.

-Is that right? -Because I caredfor her.

-You respected her. -Yes.

You respected her once a week

with your cock in her face!
Youmake me sick!

Apologize, asshole!

Is that why you had her killed?

-Because you loved her?
-Apologize!

There's nothing to apologize
for.

Apologize to me!

You are nothing.

Rickles.

I'm so sorry.

911, emergency.

Hello?

My name is Ben Dyson.

I was kidnapped yesterday.

Can you trace this call and
sendan ambulance, please?

We'll send an ambulanceand
police assistance

right away.

Go.

Just go.

I'm going to stay.

Make sure you're okay.

Please.

I've never seen you before.

I don't know who you are.

Code 4. A fast food
establishment on the...

You're going to have a
beautifulnew nose, honest.

Oh, no.

Med 2, ambulance 3to
5515 Ellroy Street, ASAP.

Jeez, they're sending in the
whole city.

Sending the whole city where?

That Ben Dyson guy, he
called 911 a minute ago.

Alive?

At least when he called.

5515?

-That's a block, which way?
-Uh,just past the cemetery.

Uh, Detective, I'm pretty sure

-that ankle's broken. -Get her
to the hospital.

What happened to your ankle?

Why?

You going to lend me your cast?

Do yourself a big time
favor andblow out of here

before you really get hurt.

I'm curious.

You got a mop in there?

Scrubbing oils?

-Sponges? -There's no time for
this.

Talk to the chief. I'm going inthere now.

I can't let you go in there.

I'm going in.

You're not going in.

Friedman, leave, please!

Why, you going to kill me, too?

Goddamn it, Friedman!

You did your job. I've got to domine.

Now, you know none of this is
personal

so don't pretend it is.

I'll tell you why none of this
is personal.

-Because you are not a person.
-I'm going in now.

I believe this is a federal
investigation,

Detective Grimes. Thanks for
guarding the scene.

I'll be sure to put in a word
for you in my report.

Damn.

All available units
to 5515 Ellroy Street.

That is 5515 Ellroy Street.

All available units to
5515 Ellroy Street.

That is 5515 Ellroy Street.

I didn't ask for a rumand coke.

I asked for a piña colada.

You look like you've seen a
ghost.

One too many.

How the hell are you, sweetie?

I'm alive.

You're not.

Dear Jesus,

some people say life
is what youbargain for.

I'm starting to think life
isn'tmuch of a bargain

to begin with.

The more I live, the less I
learn,

the less I know, the more I
regret.

I've done things I never dreamedof doing

and lived to tell.

Maybe it's true that we can
allget a fresh start somehow.

Myself, I'm not too sure.

But I'll keep you posted.

♪ Breaking a piece of you

♪ Is your only hope

♪ Nobody loves you

♪ But Jesus and me

♪ I've got my reasons

♪ This is the century

♪ Of I don't believe

♪ In anything

♪ But what's up my sleeve

♪ So what's up your sleeve?

♪ Nobody loves you

♪ But Jesus and me

♪ I want your money

♪ But he wants your soul

♪ I'm not political

♪ I did what I could

♪ I didn't mean no harm but

♪ I mean no good

♪ Nobody loves you

♪ But Jesus and me

♪ I've got my reasons

♪ I want your mystery

♪ But he wants your soul