All language subtitles for To.Live.and.Die.in.L.A.1985.Arrow

"To Live And Die In L.A.")

# In the heat of the day
Every time you go away

# I have to piece my life together

# Every time you're away

# In the heat of the day

# In the dark of the night
Every time I turn the light

# I feel that God is not in heaven

# In the dark of the night

# The dark of the night

# I wonder why I live alone here

# I wonder why we spend these nights together

# Is this the room I'll live my life forever

# I wonder why in L.A.

# To live and die in L.A.

# I wonder why we waste our lives here

# When we could run away to paradise

# But I am held in some invisible vice
And I can't get away

# To live and die in L.A. #

(Helicopter whirring)

# If I let myself go... #

(Reagan) 'I believe that in both
spirit and substance,

'our tax system
has come to be un-American.

'Death and taxes may be inevitable,
but unjust taxes are not.

'The first American Revolution was sparked
by an unshakable conviction:

'Taxation without representation
is tyranny.

'Two centuries later,
a second American...'

- You're pushed.
- We got a game going.

- What kind of stakes?
- Five and ten.

- Is the man gonna play?
- Yeah, after the speech.

- He says he's good for a half hour
- Outstanding.

(Door slams)

(Door opens, closes)

Post three. I got a shake.

Right there, fella!

I'm ready to die!

Nobody's gonna die.

Look, you and I are gonna
go downstairs and talk.

Death to Israel and America,
and all the enemies of Islam!

I understand. Look, I'm gonna
put my gun away, right?

We're gonna go talk.

I am a martyr!

I will bomb myself on you
and all the enemies of Islam!

Allahu Akbar! Screams)

(Panting)

Let's get out of here, Jimmy.

Go play some cards, get drunk.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

(Gun clicking)

(Barrel spinning)

"City Of The Angels")

"The Red Stare")

(Yelling)

(Ship's horn sound)

(Laughing)

(Cheering)

- Yo! Estoy aqui!
' (Cheering, applause)

Get the 50s ready, guys.

Gilbert. Booze. Free for me.

- Did you bet with me or against me?
- Against you.

- You blew it.
- Against you.

OK, you guys!
It's the moment of truth here.

- Oh, shit.
- Come on!

I told you guys,
never bet against me.

Come on, Petievich,
get a half a yard in here.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!

To my partner, Jimmy Hart,

whose skill in spotting bad paper
is only exceeded by his expertise

- in rigging a safety line.
- Hear, hear!

How about a speech, boss? Speech.

You know, I've been in
this racket 25 years, you guys.

And I don't think anybody

has been put in harm's way
more than I have

- by this hotshot over here. But...
- Don't know how you work with him.

Seriously speaking, if I'm
going in to bag somebody

there's nobody I'd rather have
backing me up.

All right! Hear, hear!

Later, Alvarez. Next time
you can make a jump with me.

- Come on. It's the same thing in your work.
- What?

You push too hard. You take it too
personally. You'll never reach retirement.

- I'm not interested in retirement, buddy.
- Such a fuckin' hot dog. See you later.

Hey, come here, come here.
Got something for you.

Fucking Alvarez trying to pass
a funny 5O on us, huh?

Your retirement present.

- You trying to get rid of me?
- It was burning a hole in my truck.

Wow...

That's a beauty, Richie.

Yeah, they tell me the trout
jump all over it.

- You gonna let me use it?
- Come and see me, you can use it.

I'm gonna miss you, amigo.

(Sighs) Yeah. Me too.

Hey, listen, I know you got
something going tomorrow.

- You reading my mail again?
- Masters, right? Where?

You ain't going out there alone.

I got three more days on the job.
I want to make the most of it.

What's the point of the two of us
running down the same lead?

The point is that we're partners, right?

Sure we are.
And when the bust goes down

you're gonna be there with me,
like always. OK, partner?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

You give me a call
when you get back.

(Electric whirring)

(Scraping)

(Electric humming, whirring)

(Wobbling)

"City Of The Angels")

(Machinery cranking)

(Clattering)

(Clanking)

(I Dramatic music)

- (Faint whistling)
- (Insects chirping)

(Moans)

(Rattling)

(Cocks gun)

(Gunshot)

(Gasping)

- Shitbag.
- Buddy,

you're in the wrong place
at the wrong time. (Cocks gun)

- (Gunshot)
- (Screams)

- (Gunshot echoes)
- (Squawking)

"Black-Blue-White")

Come on, come on!

- Do you know what we got?
- Nothing.

(Clattering)

- Anything around back?
- Check the trailer.

Trailer's clear.

Anything around back?

Clear over here.

(Flies buzzing)

- (Dog barking)
- (Waves lapping)

(Door buzzes)

Who is it?

- John Vukovich.
- What do you want?

I'd like to speak to you if I could.

(I Blues music playing)

I'm sorry about Jimmy Hart.

Jimmy was more than my partner, pal.

He was my best friend
for seven years.

He was the most righteous guy
I ever knew.

He had two days to go,
and that was it.

I can't understand why somebody would
waste him over a counterfeit beef.

Rick Masters killed him.

See, Jimmy got too close.

We had a tail on him and his mule for
six months, but we couldn't make the plant.

Jimmy went to check that warehouse
near Lancaster

because he found out it was rented
under a phony name. (Sighs)

But I don't know.

For some reason he wanted
to go out there by himself.

Now you need a partner.

Let me tell you something, amigo.

I'm gonna bag Masters,
and I don't give a shit how I do it.

I hear you.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

You must be a mind reader.
I was just gonna call you.

I've decided to let Vukovich
work with you.

- Do I have a choice?
- Oh, is there someone else you'd prefer?

You're welcome to fill out
a form 19.

List all the reasons
you'd rather not work with him.

Your input would be
strictly confidential.

Yeah. Forget it.

What is it you wanted to
talk about?

(Airplane overhead)

One-way ticket to San Francisco, Mr. Cody.
How would you like to pay?

- In cash.
- That will be $45 one-way.

All right.

(indistinct announcement on PA)

Federal agent. Excuse me. I'd like to see
the bills that man just handed you.

Listen, you wouldn't have a pencil with
an eraser I could use, would you?

- Sure. Here you go, sir.
- OK. Thank you.

- (Richie) U.S. Secret Service!
- (Alarm beeping)

(Security) Hold it, man!
Where you going?

Get out of the way!

(indistinct announcement on PA)

Excuse me, miss.

(Man) Hey, what the hell!
You some kind of freak?

(Panting)

- (Gunshot)
- Freeze, asshole!

U.S. Secret Service.

You're under arrest
for possession of counterfeit...

- You're making a mistake!
- Get up there and shut up!

- I'm a businessman. I'm a businessman.
- Put your hands back here!

Stop it, asshole!
I'll blow your head off!

U.S. Secret Service. I'm arresting this guy
for counterfeiting.

Freeze!

- Who are you?
- Secret Service!

I just came in to take a leak.

Morning. Let's go!

Get the bag, John.

"To Live And Die In L.A.")

You got balls coming here.

How you making it?

Like every other swinging dick
in this place makes it:

Day by motherfucking day.

Ulcer acting up?

I want to know when
you're gonna get me out.

I want you to be patient a little longer, Carl.

I got caught carrying for you.

Now it's my turn
for some consideration.

You have my word, you won't have
to do the whole nickel.

- What does that mean?
- Grimes is the best lawyer in the state.

It'll either be an appeal bond
or a sentence reduction.

And the check is in the mail and I love you
and I promise not to come in your mouth.

I'm doing everything I can.

Carl,

we gotta talk about Waxman.

Well, what about him?

He was your last stop before the airport.

What are you saying?

He said you never delivered
the package.

What do you mean?
He says l...? He never got it?

I counted out 600 grand
right there on his desk.

I had it wrapped in $10,000 packages
like you told me.

He put it in a safe right behind his desk.

He said you called, postponed delivery

and the next thing he heard,
you were busted at the airport.

He's a lying son of a bitch!

He's probably the motherfucker
who did me.

He ratted me to the feds.
I'll kill him when I get out.

I'm gonna give that fucking scumbag
a serious headache.

May God strike me dead
if I don't waste him.

Your visit's over.

(Knocking)

Don't forget about me.

I won't.
You have my word on that.

Hell, I've done everything
humanly possible.

At this point,
I don't see any alternative.

Your friend Cody's
gonna have to do some time.

Why is he being held
without bail?

He wants to know
and I can't give him an answer.

Suspicion of murdering
a federal agent named Jim Hart.

You told me you could arrange
an appeal bond.

Even if the judge granted it,
it's only a postponement.

- I can't fucking tell...
- The guy got caught holding 4O grand.

What does he expect?

He'll have to do a little
to keep the prosecutor happy.

How much time?

Say, three.

No, no. He can't do it.

He'll cave in on me.

What can he give them?

Everything-

(indistinct chatter)

- So, what's up?
- Can you give me anything on Masters?

There's a guy in Pasadena.

He's a lawyer or something.
Used to represent hippies.

What's his name?

- Waxman. Max Waxman.
- Waxman. What's his story?

I think he's moving paper
for Masters.

Good. ls there anything
I can do for you?

My kid's coming in this weekend
from Las Vegas.

- You got a kid?
- Yeah. His name's Christopher.

He lives with his father
down there.

- Five hundred OK?
- Well, I was kind of hoping...

There's more if there's a bust.
You know the game.

"Every Big City")

- I had a bad dream last night.
- Tell me.

I was on-stage, and people
were burning me with cigarettes.

Serena once told me
she writes her dreams down.

- She keeps them in a little book.
- Who's Serena?

What did Carl say?

He says Max ripped us off.

Do you believe him?

Looks that way.

What are we going
to do about it?

Take care of our problem.

Surveillance log, U.S. Treasury field office,
Los Angeles.

Office of attorney Max Waxman,

corner of Walnut
and Los Robles streets.

This is day three,
January 11th, 2200 hours,

reports of Agents Vukovich and Chance.

(Richie) Looks like he's got a guest.

(John) He must like tall women.

Huh!

(Richie) What a guy.

What is happening?

Long time, no see.

Heard you were on stage again.

What does Ricky-boy think
about that?

- Quantity?
- 125 grand.

I've seen better.

I'll give you 10 points
for the package.

- Twenty points is the price.
- Where am I gonna get 2O points?

Off the back of a turnip truck?
Tell Rick he can kiss my ass.

Twenty points or I'm out of here.

Hey!

What do you hear from Cody?

Problems.

I know you and Rick had your doubts
about me on this Cody thing

and I want to tell you
I hope that's over with.

I am straight with Rick.
I would never fuck with Rick.

He never talks to me
about his business.

He told me to tell you if you like the paper,
he wants your order. Now.

No problem. That's cool.

(Window squeaks)

I'd love to make a jump
in the rain.

- You ever do any base-jumping?
- Uh-huh.

It's great.

I used to jump off garages
when I was a kid.

(Door opens)

Can I bring you something else?

- No, thanks, Father.
- It's great.

Listen, why don't you make a jump
with me sometime?

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you'd love it. It's fabulous.

Once you get over the first fear,
it's a piece of cake.

It's the greatest feeling you'll ever have.
Float out, your balls go into your throat.

I think I'll take a pass, partner.

You know, I could help you

if you ever get in trouble.

- You know what I mean?
- No.

Not here.

I love the rain.

Yeah. It's groovy.

Come on.

(Laughs)

Take off your glasses.

Come here.

- How you doing, Max?
- Oh, Christ.

First you rip me off,
then you set up Carl

now you want to fuck my lady.
- Man,

she came onto me, man.
I swear it.

Oh, what a tragedy.

I want my 600 K.

I didn't have anything to do
with getting Cody set up.

Do you know that your house
is under surveillance?

You know you're living like
a fucking animal in the zoo?

Get up!

(Clattering)

(Moans) Stop it.

Open up, Max. Make good
and we'll be friends again.

- Rick! Look out!
- Come here.

He's looking for something. Rick!

- (Gasps)
- (Screams)

(Max moans, gasps) Oh, God...

18th-century Cameroon.

Yes.

- Your taste is in your ass.
- No, Jesus, no!

Police!

Police officer!

Open the door!

Police! You inside, open the door!

Open this door! Police!

What's going on?

- Get up!
- What the fuck?

The whole caper's gone. Come on!

Shit!

"Black-Blue-White")

(Tyres screeching)

- What's that?
- I took it out of Waxman's office.

It's some kind of dealer's code.

John, he's got all his delivery dates
in here.

He's got no names,
but he's got amounts, initials.

Look at this: "R.M., R.M."
Every other page.

It's a crime scene. The book is evidence.
What if the cop remembers it's missing?

Shit, that rookie couldn't remember what
he saw. He wasn't in there long enough.

You shouldn't have done it.

What are you trying to tell me, amigo?

Of course if you feel strongly
about it, I'll hand it over.

That's not what I'm saying, OK?
That's not what I'm saying at all.

Just don't put words
in my mouth, all right?

So you won't carry your weight
if something goes down?

We could've got shit-canned
for this little trick.

If you expect me to take heat,
tell me before you do it.

If I had asked,
what would you have said?

That the cops would have let us copy
the diary after it was booked in the evidence.

I wouldn't have done it if I was
with somebody I didn't trust.

(Chews gum loudly) Look, I'm no snitch.

Hey, John, Waxman just gave us
Rick Masters on a plate.

(r WANG CHUNG: "Lullaby")

# Let's go out tonight
Put on your shoes

# Get away from here
Far from the local blues

# Let's go out tonight
Let's make our escape

# From the city lights
And all the familiar shapes

# We can drive all night
We can stop in a field

# Hear the starlight
Travelling for millions of years

# Sing a lullaby

# To the night

# Sing a lullaby

# To the night

# We can rock and roll
We can dance all night long

# To the stars above
And we won't be strong

# We can walk away
To the rising dawn

# As people go to work
Wondering why our clothes are torn

# Sing a lullaby
Sing a lullaby

# To the night
Oh, lullaby

# Sing a lullaby
Sing a lullaby

# To the night
Oh, lullaby

# We'll be driving through the mountains
In the cool and clearing air

# With the sunlight on the ocean
And the diamonds in your hair... #

Who's that?

It's me.

(r WALTER JACKSON:
"it's An Uphill Climb To The Bottom" on radio)

Too bad about Max.

If you'd have caught him dirty, he'd have
done anything to keep out of the joint.

Like you?

# You've been in love with her

# And went away and broke your heart

# Darling, dry your eyes, I realise

# That you have got to make a new start

# 'Cause your baby's gone and left you

# And you're making it hard

# It's an uphill climb to the bottom

# When your love has gone

# When your love has gone

# Ever since the day I met you

# Something happened to my heart

# When I look at you
All at once I knew

# That we would never ever part

# Yes, your baby's gone and left you #

How much do I get for the information
I gave you on Waxman?

No arrest, no money.

It's my fault he's dead?

It took me six months
to get next to him.

I've got expenses, you know.

Uncle Sam don't give a shit
about your expenses.

You want bread, fuck a baker.

Someday, some guy I set up
for you is gonna snuff me.

It isn't too hard to figure out
who an informant is.

You gonna stay a while?

No. I gotta go.

I got something for you.

I'm here.

A dealer from San Francisco's
coming into L.A. next week,

with 50 grand
to buy stolen diamonds.

The stuff that was lifted
from the Bel Air Hotel.

He's a Chinaman connected
to people in Hong Kong.

I told you. I'm only interested
in play dough.

I was reading about the stars.

It talked about how the stars
are the eyes of God.

I think it's true, don't you?

No. I don't.

If you had any real balls,
you'd jump off that bridge.

The same thing happened to Max
could happen to me, you know.

Did you hear what I said?

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What would you do if I stopped
giving you information?

Why?

I'd just like to know.

I'd have your parole revoked.

You mean that?

You'd do that?

(zipping)

(Door closes)

(I Fast-paced chase music)

- Hey! Hey!
- (Honking)

Man, why are you chasing me?

Why are you running?

Because you're chasing me, man!

What do you want?

U.S. Secret Service!

- Get over there!
- OK, OK!

- Against the fence!
- Be cool, man.

Hands over your head, shitbag!
Come on, come on!

Get your hands behind your head!
Turn around!

What the hell is this, huh?

I swear to God, I don't know nothing
about it!

(Both panting heavily)

I want to know where Masters prints!

I'm gonna throw your ass
over the bridge!

Talk to me or I throw your ass
over the bridge!

I don't know!
I don't know where he prints!

Nobody does! Nobody, I swear to God!

He was in Terminal Island
when I met him.

He was doing time for armed robbery.

That was, oh, 1978.

I was asked to give a talk
to the inmates,

look at some of their work.

Masters had talent.
You could see that.

I went to his studio one time, and he was
burning a couple of paintings

that I thought were quite beautiful.

Do you think you might know
where that studio was,

remember what it looked like?

That was downtown
past the railroad tracks.

(Man) 'There's an old warehouse

'and there's a Chinese character on it.'

- Come on!
- Shoot it!

Take your shot!

- Yeah!
- (Cheering, clapping)

Not taking
any of that shit, man.

- How did that last stuff go?
- Hell, man, I had it sold within a week.

Needed more, but you changed
the phone numbers.

- I had people begging for them 20s.
- Had to lay low for a while.

That's what I heard.

Heard someone popped your mule
at the airport.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

He's up in Obispo, and I think he may
try to deal his way out.

- How much of a problem would that be?
- Ain't no big thing.

But ain't nobody
gonna work for free.

- What would it take?
- It'll cost you 100 K in 20s,

if they're as good as the last ones.

Fifty thousand in 100s. It's all I have
on hand at the moment.

Big bills ain't popular in this
neighbourhood, brother. It's gotta be 20s.

Well, I might be able to find

50,000 or so in 20s
lying around somewhere.

Can I ask you something?

As long as you print that shit yourself,

what the hell do you care
if I make 25, 50 or 100 grand?

It'd be nothing but motherfucking paper
to you.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll take 75 K in 20s, and I'll personally
guarantee the job.

(I Blues music playing in background)

You still driving that piece of shit?

_ (Laughing)
- (Car revving)

(I Dramatic music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, what shit they showing tonight?
- It's that galactical warrior movie.

- I hate that space shit, man.
- It's nothing but science fiction, man.

Hey, what's going down, Reuben?

They're gonna move on somebody.

- Yeah? Somebody getting whacked out?
- Yeah.

Don't know who, huh?

Could be anybody.

Just keep an eye out.

- Am I being hit, man?
- I don't know. It's someone over here.

- Cody!
- Son of a bitch.

You're mine, motherfucker.

- Come here, I got something for your ass.
- It's for you!

Come here! Get him!

Shag his ass!

Hold it! Lay low!

(Gunshots)

- (Alarm)
- Get off me!

He�) me!

- How you doing?
- Hello. Room three.

Thanks.

Pretty girl, Carl.

Actress?

- Stomach problems, huh?
- Ulcer.

Remember me?

Football game at the airport?

They want me to have an operation,
but I can't stand the thought

of one of those prison butchers
slicing me open.

I'd rather drink this shit-pink cement.

I want to get Rick Masters.

I've taken four falls. I never ratted
anybody in my life

and I've had plenty of chances,
believe me.

Masters is your friend.
I don't blame you.

I would never hang up a friend.
Anybody who would is a piece of shit.

The thing is, your friend
tried to have you iced.

That doesn't mean I'm gonna
roll over and play informer.

If you're looking for a pigeon,
go to the park.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You help me, I'll get to a judge,
have your sentence reduced to a parole,

get you the fuck out of here.

What would I have to do?

- Like, exactly.
- Simple.

Show me where you print
and testify against him in open court.

I'd rather stay here the rest of my life
than testify in open court.

Then you better lock your cell door
and throw away the key

because I cannot take care
of you in here.

(Door closes)

(I Blues music in background)

I got all it takes, brother. (Laughs)
Yo, yo, yo, yo...

Hello, Jeff.

What are you doing in my crib?

You sent two assholes to do Cody,
and they blew it.

I paid you half. I want it back.

Yeah, well...

I'm trying to get
that money back myself.

I had to front the whole purchase
to get my people to do their thing,

so I ain't got any more.

Well, then you better try and shit 4O grand,
because I ain't leaving without it.

I owe you, Cody.

Next time, there'll be no fuckup.

What next time?

He's in protective custody.

(Laughs) Hell...

Protective custody
don't mean shit to me.

The man's dead.

(Scoffs)

In a pig's ass.

I want my paper, Jeff.

I can't afford to have it
circulating right now.

And I told you I don't have it.

Get it.

Now, look, my man,

I told you I don't have
what you're looking for,

so why don't you
make it easy on yourself

and just shag your ass
out of my crib.

Now, you be a printer.

Go get some ink

and start printing
some more of that shit.

What's happening, fella?

Yeah, you, asshole!

What are you gonna do now,
motherfucker?

Goddamn it!

(Gunshot)

- Come on, motherfucker!
- Don't! Don't!

(Screaming)

- (Jeff) Fuck...
- You broke your contract with me, Jeff.

Now, I don't know
whether you're into it,

but you're gonna have to suck on this
until you give me back my paper.

- How much are you gonna burn?
- All of it.

Why?

No good to me
after they handled it.

(I Melancholic music)

- What do you want?
- I got a writ I need you to sign.

What kind of writ?

I need the release of a prisoner
from San Luis to help me in a case.

- Must be a big case.
- The target's a major counterfeiter

- involved in the murder of a federal agent.
- I never sign such writs.

Why are you still here?

I spent all morning on this.

I would appreciate it if you would be
kind enough to look at it.

OK. Now I've looked at it.

Look, I gotta have this guy out.

Didn't you come in here about a week ago
and ask me to hold him without bail?

Yes, and I'll assume full responsibility
for getting him back.

I don't need the headache.

Cody is an associate of Rick Masters.

Masters has been making a mockery out
of you, me and this whole system.

That doesn't change the fact that he's on
a no-bail hold awaiting arraignment.

He killed my partner, man.

The answer is still no.

If I was one of your cronies,

you'd be spread-eagle on your desk
to do this for me.

Don't say something you'll regret later.

Come back here!

Let me look at it again.

If this prisoner escapes from custody,

I'll make you testify in open court
about how he made a fool out of you.

Now get the hell out of here.

If you cross me, I will dedicate
my life to putting you back in here

and I will pull every string
to make sure you do all five.

- You got that?
- You have my promise.

I wanna know where Masters prints
and I want you to take me there now.

Then we're going downtown
to swear out your statement.

- Can I ask a favour?
- What?

My daughter's in the hospital.
She's pretty sick.

Do you think we could stop by
Santa Fe Hospital?

It's on the way
to where I'm taking you.

- You're pulling my dick.
- I swear, man. Check it out.

- What's your daughter's name?
- Rozanne Brown.

Lincoln 14-3-1
to Los Angeles base, over.

(Woman on radio) 'Go ahead, 3-1.'

Yeah. Request you phone
Santa Fe Hospital.

Find out if they have a patient
named Rozanne Brown, please. Over.

(Woman on radio) 'Roger.'

- You have any kids?
- Uh-huh.

Well, I tell you, it changes
the way you look at things.

Yeah?

I'm not looking to screw up anymore.

Rozanne Brown is in room 306.
The elevators are over there.

Thank you.

You have to come up
to the room with me?

Come here.

- What happened to your daughter?
- She was in a park, and this little monkey...

(Groans)

Rozanne Brown is a black woman.

She's recuperating from a fall
she took from a bicycle near USC.

She's married. Her husband is listed
as serving time

for armed robbery
at San Luis Obispo Prison.

Thanks.

I think you ought to let us
take a look at you.

(I Country music playing on jukebox)

I don't have a lot of time.
I'm in the middle of a trial.

- What kind of trial?
- It's a dope case.

A client got busted smuggling
5O pounds of cocaine.

I should be able to get him off.
The search warrant's weak.

VVeak?

The colour of the house is listed as brown
on the warrant

when, in fact, it's beige and yellow.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

I don't make any apologies
for being an attorney.

If I didn't accept the case, somebody else
would without a doubt.

Without a doubt.

It's too bad about Jim Hart.

Masters has been calling me
in the middle of the night

trying to order me around
like I was one of his mules.

The other day he even had
the balls to threaten me.

The man's an animal.

Frankly, being house counsel
for Rick Masters

doesn't sit very well with me.

I've had it up to here,
as a matter of fact.

Good for you.

How bad do you and your friend
want him?

I don't have to explain
what would happen

if there was even a hint that
I set up one of my own clients.

Aren't you afraid
you'll wind up on his hit list?

- It crossed my mind.
- Your name will never come up.

- You never met Rick, have you?
- No.

I'll set up a meeting.

Mr. Masters?

How you doing? Ben Jessup.

- My associate, Dr. George Victor.
- A pleasure. How do you do?

Cut yourself shaving,
Mr. Jessup?

No. As a matter of fact,
I got hit by a tennis ball.

- You're in from Palm Springs, huh?
- (Both) Yeah.

- What's the weather like there?
- It's really nice.

We've been up here
the last few days.

(Rick) I've got a friend in Palm Springs,
Lenny Green.

He owns the Oasis.
Do you know him?

(Richie) I got a friend in Hollywood,
Donald Duck. You know him?

(Rick) I understand you gentlemen
do some island banking.

- That's right.
- Where?

Cayman Islands.

- Good business?
- Not bad.

What sort of banking?

We're a Dutch Antilles company.

We loan money to various
enterprises here in the States.

Loans aren't secured by real estate
or anything else down there.

Hey, Rick, you got a phone call, man.

Which one is it?

There's nothing in there.

Some tennis rackets
in the trunk,

men's clothing with Palm Springs
store labels,

some business letters with return
addresses in the Cayman Islands.

What did the letters say?

Something about "Please forward the stock
we discussed," or something like that.

Who were the letters addressed to?

Caribbean Banking Unlimited,
Dutch Antilles.

Did you notice the names Jessup
or Victor on any of the letters?

- No.
- OK.

Thanks.

What kind of paper
are we talking about?

Hundreds and 50s paper. We need
at least 1O different serial numbers.

- How much?
- A million dollars.

How you going to use it?

What business is that of yours?

It's always my business,
Mr. Jessup.

Nothing will be passed up here.

Our play involves a gentleman who wishes
to launder bonds, protect his tax position.

My end is 20 percent.

We never pay more than 10. We have
limitations that we have to abide by.

Different serial numbers are
a real pain in the ass for me.

I gotta make different plates and wear
rubber gloves during the whole operation.

Have you ever tried to work
with rubber gloves on?

Fifteen percent.

I don't negotiate.

I might if I knew you, but I don't.

And I don't like what I see.

All right.

I start as soon as
I get a down payment.

In this case, I'll take
30,000 up front

- and the rest on delivery.
- What?

Everybody knows Rick Masters
won't go near a job without front money.

You should also know that I've never
fucked a customer out of his front money.

I've been coming to this gym three
or four times a week for five years.

I'm an easy man to find.
My reputation speaks for itself.

The fact is, that if you can't
come up with the front money,

you're not for real.

'No way I can get you
30 K to make a buy.

You'd hear laughter
all the way from Washington.

Masters beats the government
out of that much in a day.

We've got a chance for a hand-to-hand
buy which he cannot beat in court.

You're not the first agents
to get next to Masters.

He always asks for big front money.

Nobody ever approves it,
and he stays on the street.

The limit for buys is 10 grand.
I don't make the rules.

Look, you could get this
approved if you wanted to.

302.5.

- What?
- 302.5.

You violated section 302.5.
The manual says:

"The agents must notify
the agent in charge"

that's me, "of all
ongoing investigations."

You violated this section, and
I'm not gonna cover your ass.

- Yeah, well, I'm not asking you to.
- You lost a federal prisoner!

- And I want Cody back!
- (Richie) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Where the hell were you?
- Hey, hey, hey!

- He wasn't with me, all right?
- Why not?

Look, I lost him.
I'll get him back.

Thank you, Gilbert.

I think we should have offered
Masters the 10 grand.

- I bet he'd have gone for it.
- Never happen, Johnny.

(I Rock music playing in background)

Let me try something on you.

Yeah, what?

Ruth tells me there's a guy coming in
Thursday to buy stolen diamonds.

He's gonna be carrying
$50,000 cash.

SQ?

So, what do you think?

What do I think about what?

The guy comes in Thursday,
Union Station.

No muss, no fuss.

If everything doesn't look like
a piece of cake, we just walk away.

- Jesus! You gotta be kidding.
- When you came to me, I told you

that I was gonna get Masters
and I didn't give a shit how I did it.

- So now you want to commit a robbery?
- I wouldn't call it that.

What would you call it?

Taking down a douche bag
who's trying to break the law.

- If it turns to shit?
- We say, "Fuck it," walk away.

Look, the front money is the only way
to get Masters to print.

I don't give a shit. I won't pull a heist.
I don't care.

- The guy's a fence.
- Who do you think I am?

If he gets ripped off,
he can't call the police.

Why don't you just blow his brains out?
That's what you want to do anyway.

All I'm asking you to do is drive the car.

Steal real money to buy counterfeit
money? How's that gonna look in court?

- His word against ours.
- His lawyer is Bob Grimes.

- It's Masters' word against ours.
- You got a couple of screws loose, pal.

Listen, I say we go to Bateman
one more time.

Oh, fuck Bateman. He's a pencil-neck.
He's out to save his ass.

I think you're pushing it too fast. We can...

It's happening Thursday.
We gotta go down in 24 hours.

My father was a cop, brother's a cop.
You're ask...

Give me a break!

You got the wrong guy, OK?
You got the wrong guy.

You're right I got the wrong guy, pal.
You ain't my partner.

You ain't even my fucking friend.
Let me give you a piece of advice:

You better get into protection,

because you ain't shit on
the street, you understand?

You ain't got the nuts!

Kiss my ass!

Pussy motherfucker.

(I Rock music playing on jukebox)

"Dance Hall Days")

# Take your baby by the hand

# And make her do a high hand stand

- # And take your baby... #
- How sure is this thing tomorrow?

- You told me you weren't interested.
- Well, now I am interested, OK?

All I know is what I told you.

He's on the number 11 Amtrak leaving
San Francisco 7:00 in the morning,

getting into Union Station
at 4:35.

How do you remember that?
You wrote it down or what?

Who's the seller?

A guy I know.

What did this guy you know
tell you?

That a Chinaman comes down
from San Francisco,

buys diamonds, gold, whatever.

What's his name?

Ling. Thomas Ling.

What's your end?

- Nothing. Just a guy I know tells me things.
- A guy you know.

A guy you know actually gives you
the train the buyer's coming in on?

Of course not.

I called Amtrak
and got his reservation.

Why?

Why did you do that?

ID and $1.50.

# When I, you, and everyone we knew

# Could believe, do, and share in what... #

You were planning on having someone
else take him down, is that right?

Thought about it.

- Why are you suddenly interested?
- It fits some other shit that's happening.

- You gonna bag him?
- I might.

How you gonna do it if he's carrying
real cash and hasn't committed a crime?

I can do whatever I want.

How much is in this for me?

How much of what?

Don't shit me.
I know what you're gonna do.

And they're gonna think I set it up.

- All right. I'll give you 5 Gs.
- Not enough.

And my promise not
to throw you back in the joint.

"Wake Up, Stop Dreaming")

(Woman on PA) 'Mr. Thomas Ling, please come
to passenger services.

'Passenger Thomas Ling,
arriving on Amtrak 708,

'please come
to passenger services.'

I'm Thomas Ling.

- You know what this is?
- What's the game?

- It's no game. Just walk.
- Why?

Why? Because if you don't
I'll blow your fucking heart out.

(Tyres screeching)

(Tyres screeching)

- Where's the key?
- I don't have it.

He doesn't have it. What a guy.

- (Engine revving)
- (Tyres screeching)

- (Brakes screeching)
- (Honking)

(Ling breathes heavily)

Over the chain.

Come on, get over the chain!

Grab the wall. Right there.

Hold him.

Damn it!

Fucked

Come on, man. What the fuck?

We got people all over the fucking place!

That's very funny.

Look, he doesn't have the money!
Let's get the fuck out of here!

Where is it?

Son of a bitch, move one more muscle
and I'll blow your brains out!

You got that? Freeze!
Get down on your fucking knees!

Put your hands
behind your fucking head!

Goddamn it.

You're wearing it, ain't you?

Get your clothes off.

Come on, two hands!
Take your shirt off!

Ah, that's great.

- That's it.
- Get your pants down.

- What?! Let's get the fuck out of here!
- Get your pants down.

(Brakes screeching)

(Screaming)

Fuck. Shit.

- You all right?
- Oh, Christ.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Let's get out of here.
Come on. Come on!

Come on!

(I Fast-paced chase music)

(Tyres screeching)

- (Tyres screeching)
- (Car honking)

- You hit?
- I don't know. I don't think so.

(Honking repeatedly)

(Honking)

(Truck honking)

(Honking repeatedly)

- Look out, for God's sake!
- Get them out of there, Johnny!

- Move the truck!
- What are you doing? Trying to hurt...

Shut up! Whose ever truck that is,
move it out of the way now!

Back it up, Steve, back it up!

Look out!

Look out!

- Get out of there!
- You fucking assholes!

(Truck honking)

Go left!

(Train horn sounds)

(Gunshots)

Hold on. Hold on!

(Brakes screeching)

- I think we lost the mothers.
- I don't see them, man.

I don't see them.
You fucking did it, man!

- We made it, baby!
- We did it!

Goddamn it, we did it!

Oh, shit! You had me scared
out of my fucking mind, man.

You had me scared...

Sons of bitches!

- Is it the same guy?
- It's two different guys.

It's two Chevys!

- (Gunshot)
- (Richie) Shit!

What the hell is going on?

- Who the fuck are these guys?
- They're all over the place.

Hang on. Hang on, Johnny!

Piece of cake, huh? You son of a bitch!

Cap one off, Johnny.
Get them off of me!

(Gunshots)

(John moans)

They're all over the place.

We're going this way.

Get the fuck out of here!

Fucking asshole!

- Look out!
- Crazy fucking asshole.

Hold it!

Shut up!

Get out of the way!
Get out of there!

(John) 0h, my God!

(Richie) Get out of the way!

(John) Oh, no!

(Richie) Get out of the way!

(John) God, no!

- (Truck honking)
- (Both screaming)

(Woman on radio) 'There's a minor tie-up on the north
Long Beach right near Henry Ford.

'A couple cars tangled there. Shouldn't
take too long to get this to the shoulder.

'It's a very simple affair,
no injuries involved.

'It shouldn't cost more than a few minutes
if you're heading north on the 710.

'I'm Stacey Binn
for Metro Traffic Control.'

- (I Reggae music on radio)
- (Police sirens)

What are we gonna do?!

We're going to an auto-parts
store and get a new window.

If we'd have totaled it,
we'd have been screwed.

We'd never have gotten it back
to the motor pool.

We lucked out, Johnny!
We lucked out!

Yeah.

Mmh-mmh.

Listen, I'll have to get back to you, OK?

- What happened? I called you all day.
- Clockwork, baby.

Like fucking clockwork.

Did you hear anything?

My friend called. He said
the Chinaman never showed up.

He sure didn't.

God, 50,000 bucks.

Fuck. Quintin Dailey got 3O points,
they said.

That guy's unbelievable, man. Say all you
want about Michael Jordan. Great player.

They'll know somebody
set the Chinaman up.

Quintin Dailey's
got a gun like a howitzer, man.

Thirty feet. Boom, boom, boom.

He gets hot, he's fabulous.
Fucking Orlando Woolridge...

I'm worried. I'm worried!

The stars are God's eyes.

What's the matter with you?

(Richie laughs)

The last item on the agenda
is a bulletin from the FBI.

"On January 24th, FBI
Special Agent Raymond Fong

"of the bureau of San Francisco
field office was kidnapped and robbed

"of $50,000 in government funds.

"Fong, who was acting
in an undercover capacity

"as part of a bureau-sponsored
sting operation

"was abducted and murdered
shortly after arriving at Union Station.

"The suspects are described as white males,
30 to 35 years old,

"one with black, the other
with brown hair.

"They eluded Fong's covering agents
and fled in a beige, late-model Chevrolet.

"Anyone having information,

"contact the special agent
in charge, FBI, San Francisco."

- ls there a license on the vehicle?
- There's no plates on the vehicle.

This is what happens when proper
covering procedures are not followed.

We got an FBI agent killed.
You hear that?

- What do you want me to do about it?
- It's just a matter of time before they ID us.

- They got a good look.
- A face is shit without a name.

They got a make on the car!

They wouldn't have sent it out if they
had anything. They're grabbing at shit.

Oh, Jesus. So, what are we
gonna do about the 50 grand?

We'll make the buy from Masters,
just like we planned.

Are you out of your fucking mind
or something?

Ray. Hey, I want
a standup ashtray.

These guys are stealing
all of my ashtrays.

Just like we planned, amigo.

"Wake Up, Stop Dreaming")

(Rick) Over here.

Who are they?

Who are you?

This is Mr. Jessup,

whose name isn't really Jessup.

He says he's from Palm Springs,
but doesn't have a tan.

You're not wired, are you?

Is this my package?

Look OK?

You're beautiful.

When do I get delivery?

How about Friday night?

If I don't hear from you by Friday
I'm coming back to get this.

That's understandable.

Oh, Mr. Jessup...

Like your work? (Laughs)

Your only defence is to say
you were working undercover

without the knowledge
of your supervisors.

You were trying to get next to Masters
and things got out of hand

and you intended
to return the money.

The problem is, you'll have
to take the witness stand

and the prosecutor
can ask you anything he wants.

Frankly, I don't think
you can beat the case in court.

Because I represent Masters
I can't get deeply involved in your case,

- if you see what I mean.
- So, what should I do?

You beat them to the punch with
the U.S. Attorney and you make a deal.

What kind of deal?

You offer to plead guilty and
to testify against your partner.

The FBl's not gonna want
a lot of publicity on this.

I suspect they'll go along
with a guilty plea.

How much time
would I have to do?

I could probably get you off
with seven years.

You won't have to do seven,
of course. Probably a year and a half.

- But you can't get involved, right?
- Not directly.

What would it cost
for your indirect involvement?

Fifty thousand dollars.

I know it's a tough call,

but it's one you're going
to have to make rather quickly.

I can't hand up my partner.

I can't do it, even if I have to go
to the joint.

- (Insects chirping)
- (TV in background)

(Woman) Who is it?

Who's there?

Honey?

(Cocks gun)

Shit, you OK, Carl?

- Guess we all screw up, huh, Carl?
- How did you find me?

Your bimbo girlfriend's listed
in the Screen Actors directory.

- Carl, I swear I never saw this guy!
- Sit down, Claudia, and shut up!

You know, you're a lucky man.

I didn't tell the judge
you played hooky on me.

Now you're gonna help me,
aren't you, Carl?

Come on, asshole, let's go.
Move!

(Cheering)

Hi. ls Chance there?

I want to talk to Chance.

Is this 471-4421?

This is John Vukovich. Where is he?

There's no one here
by that name.

Who is it?

John Vukovich.

John.

Listen, I got Cody back.
I know where the plant is.

We gotta talk. We gotta go to Bateman.
I can't live with this any longer.

'I talked to Masters. We're on tonight.'

- What are you talking about?
- 'We're on, with Masters tonight.'

- Do you need me tonight?
- No, I don't think so.

What time do you get off?

- About 12:30.
- OK.

I got a few things to do, and then
I'll drop by and pick you up at the club.

All right?

You look beautiful.

I got a little surprise for you.

"Wake Up, Stop Dreaming")

# Wake up, stop dreaming
Wake up

# Stop this seeming half reality
Wake up

# Don't turn your face away
Look at me

# As you lie sleeping
Someone's keeping everything I knew

# Don't try to run away
It's all new

"Black-Blue-White")

You packing?

Check and see if you got
a wire on there, brother.

- Let's see that bag.
- You don't touch me.

- Look, dickhead!
- Keep your hands off me.

If you want to get up them stairs
you gotta go through me.

You go tell your little friend
that if he thinks I'm a fed...

It's OK, Jack.

Well, go on up, tough guy.

So, what's in the briefcase, doctor?

Hey, we're the ones who fronted the 3O
grand and agreed to do this on your turf.

Before you touch shit,
I want to see the funny money.

Locker 38.

OK?

You're beautiful.

- You're under arrest! Turn around!
- Right there, asshole!

Hands on top of the locker!

Go on, grab the top
of the fucking locker!

That's right! You're under arrest, moron!

Go on, cuff the ape.

- (John) Don't move!
- How you doing, pal? Huh?

This is from Jimmy Hart. From the desert.
Remember this? Suck on that for a while.

- Freeze it up, pal!
- Jesus Christ!

Oh, God.

Talk to me. Talk to me, man.
Talk to me.

Talk to me!

Oh, God.

You can't do this to me!

"The Red Stare")

Why didn't you take the deal
Grimes offered you?

Wouldn't roll over on your partner, huh?

Get up.

Get up, you son of a bitch!

(Rick screams)

(Gun clicks repeatedly)

You might want these.
They're very personal.

Yes.

I can't seem to find
any of his paintings.

He told me he did
two large portraits of you.

They might be worth
a lot of money.

He used to burn a lot of things.
Maybe he burned them.

I can't understand how
you stayed with him so long.

Why did you work for him?

It was just business.

"L.A. L.A.")

# I got them a new religion

# It's called "Baby, everything's all right"

# I got them a new religion

# It's called "Baby, everything's all right"

# But there ain't no beginning it in the day time #

(Car engine starts)

# L.A. L.A. L.A.
Ooh la la la la

# L.A. L.A. L.A.
Ooh la la la la... #

(Door buzzes)

- Who is it?
- John Vukovich.

- What do you want?
- Chance was my partner.

- I know who you are. What do you want?
- Did you know he was dead?

- I'm busy now.
- Open it.

You going somewhere?

I'm leaving the city.

Well, there's a little matter of 2O grand
that belongs to the federal government.

Chance said he left it with you.
We want it back.

Look, part of that money was mine.
I had debts, people leaning on me.

- I got ripped off for the rest...
- You set us up, didn't you, Ruth?

You knew that Chinaman was FBI.

What? Are you crazy?

Come on. Don't shine me on.

If you're gonna start by bullshitting, we're
gonna get off to a very bad relationship.

What are you talking about?

You're working for me now.

(r WANG CHUNG: "Wait")

# Street corners seem designed to lie in wait

# For a chance to get involved in lovers' fate

# And this one seems as good as any I've seen

# So wait here with me until six-fifteen

# I'm waiting for you
But you're very late

# I know you'll come anyway
And I can hardly wait

# Evidently
There's a difficulty

# I know you'll come anyway
And I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I see you approaching you're the eyes of the crowd

# The traffic and people, God they're all so loud

# But in a couple of moments they will all disappear

# Because we're ever so close when we're ever so near

# I'm waiting for you
But you're very late

# I know you'll come anyway
And I can hardly wait

# Evidently
There's a difficulty

# I know you'll come anyway
And I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# Wait

# Punctuality was never much to me

# Be yourself it's the main thing

# Forget about the time
Forget about the time

# Be yourself it's the main thing

# The main thing
The main thing

# The main thing love

# I'm waiting for you
But you're very late

# I know you'll come anyway
And I can hardly wait

# Evidently
There's a difficulty

# I know you'll come anyway
And I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait

# I can hardly wait #