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WADE (OFFSCREEN): With each
passing slide, our Earth seems

farther and farther away.

Quinn says I'm being
irrational.

He tells us sliding is a
random process, not a

straight-line journey.

Still, the realization we may
never see home again is never

far from our minds.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Some world.

Even movie critics are afraid
to be critical.

Listen to this.

"Some say Pauly Shore isn't
the greatest actor in the

world, but there may also
some who say he is.

This reviewer takes no position
on the subject.

The opinions expressed above
in no way represent this

newspaper or its parent
corporation."

-Fear of litigation.

That's what happens
when 84% of the

population attends law school.

-85% too many, if you ask me.

-Where are the burgers?

-Ordering food is more
complicated in this world than

buying a house.

We'll just have to eat
in the next world.

Thank goodness we slide in
a couple of minutes.

-Forget that.

Look, the next place might be
run by a bunch of freaked-out

vegetarians.

I want a fat, juicy burger,
man, and I want it now.

-Be my guest.

-Yeah.

OK, listen up, my man.

I'll have a--

Whammy Burger?

-Double Whammy Burger.

-Two.

-Uh, two Whammy Burgers
with cheese.

And I'll have the, uh,
Super Carnivore

with fries and a cola.

-OK.

As I explained to your friend
over there, I still need to

see your salmonella insurance
and your carbonated beverage

release forms.

-You need all that just
to serve me a burger?

-Fine, then.

Look, I'll--

I'll just take the fries.

-OK.

I just need to see some picture
ID and a doctor's note

verifying that your cholesterol

count is below 200.

-Who brings that kind of stuff
into a joint like this?

-You do, if you expect
any service.

-[laughs]

-Let's just go, all right?

-[laughs]

I did try to warn you.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

You all right?

I didn't see you.

-Excuse me.

Excuse me, hi.

I think you're going to
be needing my help.

-Silverbird, Topson, Katzoff,
Klein, O'Leary, Phelps, and

Manning?

-Yeah.

That woman you just impacted?

She's filing a collision
suit against you.

Now she's claiming a neck injury
from the aftereffects

of the, uh, the accident.

-You barely touched her.

-Well, that may be so, but
frankly, sir, you should never

have admitted guilt.

-Look, all I said
was I'm sorry.

-Exactly.

And in front of multiple
firsthand witnesses?

You're lucky you didn't get
slapped with sexual

harassment.

-Come on, guys, let's just go.

Why bother with this?

We're about to slide.

-No, no, you can't
let this slide.

No, no, the penalty's
quadruple.

[zap]

[whoosh]

-Since you feel so strongly
about it, take the case.

We'll be on another Earth.

[laughs]

[whoosh]

[whoosh]

[whoosh]

QUINN MALLORY (NARRATING): What
if you could travel to

parallel worlds?

The same year, the same Earth,
only different dimensions?

A world where the Russians
ruled America.

Or where you're dreams of being
a superstar came true?

Or where San Francisco was a
maximum-security prison?

My friends and I found
the gateway.

Now the problem is finding
a way back home.

[theme music]

[theme music]

MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
(WHISPERING) Sliders.

[string quartet playing]

You honor me with your presence
at the wedding of my

beloved daughter.

Whoever thought a day like
this would come?

The Greenfelds and Dabellos?

Italians and Jews, mortal
enemies all these years,

coming together in the name
of love. (QUIETLY)

And a little business.

And now, Mel Torme has
come to sing for us.

[cheering]

-What more could
a man ask for?

-Actually, uh, my throat's
a little thrashed.

I open tonight.

-(ANGRILY) You're not
gonna sing at my

little girl's wedding?

-Of, of, of course I'm
going to sing.

Of course, of course.

I just wanted you to
know that it-- it--

it could be a little rough.

-Mel, heh, heh, I
like it rough.

After the ceremony,
you'll sing.

For now, there's a piano.

You can start by playing
"The Wedding March."

The rumor has it the groom's
family called up Sinatra.

Heh, heh.

Who cares?

We got Mel.

-All right, it's almost
show time, Pop.

Let's go.

[music -- "the wedding march"]

-Smile, will you?

You look like you're
going to a funeral.

-As far as I'm concerned,
I am.

-So?

Who goes first?

[zap]

-What the hell?

[cocks gun]

-Son of a bitch!

[whoosh]

-[shouts]

[guns cocking]

-Brown?

-It's the Incorruptibles.

Somebody tipped them off.

-Sorry about the interruption,
but, uh, it couldn't be

helped, I'm afraid.

Must be fans.

-Bet she's throwing the gauntlet
down right in front

of us.

-Easy, Tommy.

Put the gun away.

-So, uh, you're the proud
father, right?

Yeah, and a beautiful
daughter you have.

-Rembrandt, let's go.

-Yeah.

Uh, sorry, ladies
and gentlemen.

We are leaving now.

So, uh, enjoy the rest
of the evening.

And, uh, tell all your family
and friends that you saw the

Crying Man in t he flesh.

Ha, ha!

Wow!

Mel Torme!

Man, am I glad to see you!

Hey, look, it's been a long
time since we've worked

together, Mel.

[laughs]

MEL TORME (OFFSCREEN):
What are you saying?

I--

I've never worked
with you before.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

Not on this world, huh?

Ha-ha!

Yeah, oh man, this--

-Come on.

-OK, OK.

-Let's go.

-Mel Torme.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): Bit of a
wobble on the wormhole this

time, Mr. Mallory.

-Yeah.

-That was weird.

The minute they saw you, it
was like everybody stopped

breathing.

-Well, that happens all the
time in stadiums and

nightclubs all across
our country.

-I don't know what they had
to be so scared about.

Half the people in there looked
like they were packing.

-Yeah, I thought we were
goners for a second.

-Guys, they weren't scared.

They were just mesmerized.

I mean, some people just tense
up in the presence of a

superstar.

-Yeah, well, whoever your double
is on this world, he's

not gonna be real pleased when
he finds out you, Mr.

Superstar, cutting
in on his action.

-City's lit up like
a firecracker.

-Well, presumably in this world,
the disgusting Bugsy

Siegel built his gaming
empire in Northern

California instead of Nevada.

-Guys, look.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Oh,
Reagan's running for

reelection as governor?

-Why would he want
to go back to

governor after being president?

-Guys, let's go to
the hotel and get

this guy off the streets.

There you go.

Thank you.

PASSERBY (OFFSCREEN):
Thank you.

-I feel like your bodyguard.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): Ha-ha!

[SLOT MACHINES BEEPING
AND CLANGING]

-Mr. Brown.

Oh my god, what an honor.

You folks must be the
Incorruptibles.

-Uh, sir.

We are here for only
a short time.

I wonder if we could have a
little bit of anonymity and

discretion.

-Absolutely, absolutely.

Suite 42, upstairs
and to the left.

-Don't you need us to check
in or anything?

-And let everyone know
you're here?

No, this will be
safer for you.

-Incorruptibles?

-[laughs]

Well, he obviously thinks that
you're my back-up singers.

I mean, it's not as good as the
Spinning Tops, but, uh,

it's not too bad for my
second bananas, huh?

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): All right.

-Yeah, it's Calhoun.

Deputy Director Rembrandt
Brown just showed up.

I know.

No one informed me, either.

He did what?

-How did these people
get past security?

Tommy?

You got an explanation
for that?

-No go, Pop.

Between the two families, we
had men positioned at every

possible entrance.

On top of which, our sources
in Washington told me that

Rembrandt brown was scheduled
for a meeting with the

Canadian Mounties over
the weekend.

-Obviously, there's a
weak link somewhere.

-Hey, what's that supposed
to insinuate?

-Tommy, take it easy.

DABELLO (OFFSCREEN): We put
years of animosity aside to

secure this merger.

San Francisco's your
turf, Greenfeld.

You bear the ultimate
responsibility.

-You know something we don't?

DABELLO (OFFSCREEN): Come on.

Everybody knows Mel Torme's
relationship with the

Greenfeld family.

Curious, no?

The only outsider at this
wedding, and he turns out to

be an intimate of
Rembrandt Brown.

-Mr. Dabello, I assure you,
the merging of our two

families, and all that it
entails, will go forward.

Don't worry about the
Incorruptibles.

We'll take care of them.

And if there's an informant
in our midst, we'll take

care of them, too.

-Look at this stuff.

"Goodfellas," "Casino," "Return
of Goodfellas"?

That's just on the
Disney Channel.

-Huh.

Curious.

No alcohol at all.

Just cola, water, and peanuts.

-I'll have a cola, Professor.

-Me too, please.

-God, you'd think in a world
of high-stakes gambling,

they'd want to get you
as drunk as possible.

-Mr. Mallory?

-No thanks, Professor.

I'm gonna try to find
a newsstand.

Maybe a newspaper will
explain a little

more about this place.

-I don't know about you guys,
but I'm getting a

real weird vibe here.

-Hey, Agent?

Somebody needs to talk to you.

Over there.

-Jeez!

-What are you people
trying to do?

You trying to get me killed?

Give me one good reason why I
shouldn't pull out of this

operation right now.

-I'm not sure what you mean.

-Oh, come on.

The two biggest crime families
in the Western United States

trying to put together the, the
greatest gambling paradise

since Monaco?

And then the FBI just waltzes
in and IDs me?

-FBI?

-Rembrandt Brown might
as well have put

a stamp on my forehead.

US government informant.

Glad-handing in front of every
street hood, every murderer

within 100 miles.

-I can see why you're
upset, but I--

I think this is a case of
mistaken activities.

-Aw, mistaken identities,
nothing.

It's ego.

Now you tell Rembrandt Brown to
wait for my signal, before

he starts showboating for
the evening news.

Otherwise, the only thing the
press is going to be covering

is our obituaries.

-OK.

Thank you.

I'll pass that on.

-All right.

I gotta do a double set at
The Doubloon tonight.

Now don't forget.

You tell Rembrandt Brown
to wait for my signal.

-Wasn't that the guy
from the wedding?

What was he doing here?

-He handed us this.

it's $100,000, Quinn.

-Yeah, something about appearing
at the wedding?

Token of appreciation from the
two families involved.

-And you accepted it?

-Yeah.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): Mm-hm.

-I mean, we tried to resist,
given the mistaken

identities and all.

-Don't you people get it?

They think we're the
FBI, Rembrandt.

You just accepted a
$100,000 bribe.

-All right, look.

It's simple.

We just find a way to
give the money back.

-And slap the most powerful
crime lord in San Francisco in

the face and call it a day?

-Well, we can't just
keep it, can we?

-Look, considering the
circumstances, the best thing

to do is lie low and go slide
out of here in 27 hours.

-With $100,000 of
the Mob's money?

-I don't care how long the
reach of the Mob is, they

can't follow us to
the next world.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN):
Listen, guys, we're

missing something here.

Now according to Mel Torme, I'm
some sort of crusading FBI

director on this world.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): He's right.

If we keep the money, we
make it look like the

Incorruptibles are
corruptible.

We can't do that to them.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): Look,
I'm going to spell this out

one last time.

You've already taken
the money.

You are corrupted.

We do not know anything
about your double.

We know very little
about this world.

But we do know there are men
with very big guns out there.

Now I don't care what the hell
you do with the money.

Give it to the poor.

Burn it, for all I care.

But let's keep quiet and
keep out of this.

-Mel Torme is some kind of
government informant.

He's opening at The
Doubloon tonight.

Maybe he can put us in contact
with the real Incorruptibles.

-Want some company?

-You're a poster
boy, Rembrandt.

The less attention we
draw, the better.

You three stay here.

Wait for my call.

[SLOT MACHINES RINGING
AND CLANGING]

DEALER (OFFSCREEN): Hard
eight, hard eight.

-Excuse me.

-Yeah?

-Any idea what time Mr.
Torme's show's over?

-Yeah, around 11:30
or thereabouts.

Can I get you something?

-Uh, how about a beer?

-Beer?

This look like a speakeasy
to you?

FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
Let go of me!

-Hey!

What'd I tell you about
hustling in here?

And you!

Take it outside.

-Not until this bitch pays
me the money she stole.

-Get your grubby hands
off of me, you loser.

[screams]

[glasses shattering]

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Hey!

Are you all right?

-Hey, who's he?

Your pimp?

-Take a walk, OK, pal?

-Hey.

This doesn't concern
you, hero.

It's between me and her.

-I said leave her alone.

-Isn't this cute?

[glass shattering]

-That does it!

-Come on.

Come on, let's get
out of here.

-Talk about your knight
in shining armor.

-You OK?

-I think so.

Look, I swear to god, I never
saw that guy before.

He just walked up to me and
started hassling me.

Hey, what's your
angle, anyway?

-No angle.

Looked like you needed
some help.

You going to be all right?

-Thanks.

You're a sweetheart.

-No.

JOSEPH BIACCHI (ON

TELEVISION): I'm Joseph Biacchi.

As district attorney of San
Francisco, I stood up to

organized crime.

As governor, I'll raise taxes
and put cops back on the

street, where they belong.

Together, we can take California
back from the

special interests.

MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Joe
Biacchi for Governor.

Because Ronald Reagan is
just too soft on crime.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): Are
you watching this?

Whoever heard of a politician
promising to raise taxes?

-The key to this world seems
to be that Prohibition was

never repealed.

Al Capone, Meyer Lansky--

they grew rich, satisfying
the need of

Americans for bootleg whiskey.

They built these vast crime
empires and divided the nation

down to small competing
territories.

-So what was going on with
that wedding we crashed?

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): Well,
my guess is it's the theory

that blood is thicker
than water.

When you have two organizations
at each other's

throats, competing fiercely, the
only way to merge them is

through marriage.

-Yeah.

MEL TORME (OFFSCREEN): (SINGING)
I'm prayin' to

Jesus, I'm down on my knees.

I'm hoping he eases the
pain that he sees.

Me and my buddy Jack Daniels are
bondin', I'm numbin' the

hurt, but my brain
ain't respondin'.

The beer truck kept rollin'
around past my house.

Funny how that truck made me
think 'bout my spouse.

She took everything, includin'
my dog, now I'm broken-hearted

and sad as a hog.

Shoodle-dodle-dowdle-dodle-dee,
shoo-do-doodle-d

ee-dee-doodle-dee, shoodle-
diddle-a-diddle-

a-diddle-a-diddl
e-a-diddle-a-diddle-a

do-bah-doh-bah-doh-bah-doh.

[cheering and applause]

-I got robbed.

-Aw, kid, this gets
better and better.

-I was pick-pocketed
outside the hotel.

I realize how this must sound,
sir, but it's too crazy for me

to make up.

-All right, all right.

I'll--

I'll make a call
to Washington.

And if your story checks
out, I'll--

I'll do the best I can.

-Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

I--

I really appreciate that.

-Well, you--

you've got an honest face.

And you sure tell
a good story.

Come on.

Walk me back to my car.

Now you and your buddies
watch your backs.

San Francisco's about
to explode.

-Thanks for the warning.

-Oh, god, I can't wait for
this gig to be over.

Want to go back home to my ranch
outside of Nashville and

milk the cows and feed the
chickens and just pray this

thing blows over.

-Mr. Torme, I could never
thank you enough.

-Now look, lad, remember.

Keep your nose clean, and don't
make a move till you

hear from me.

-Thanks again.

-Bye-bye.

-What a guy.

[engine starts]

[car alarm sounding]

-Mel!

No!

[train whistle blows]

-Welcome to San Francisco,
sir.

-You know I hate trains.

-Budget cuts, sir.

You know the drill.

Here, let me take that.

-Just fill me in.

-Uh--

-Forget the sugarcoating,
Agent Reid.

Who broke our informer's
cover?

AGENT REID (OFFSCREEN): Well,
sir, according to what we've

heard so far, it really doesn't
make a lot of sense.

-What doesn't make
a lot of sense?

-By all accounts, sir, you
broke Mr. Torme's cover.

People are saying you showed
up at the Greenfeld-Dabello

wedding and you fingered him.

-What the hell are you
talking about, Reid?

I was in Toronto.

AGENT REID (OFFSCREEN):
We know that, sir.

But a great many people
claim to have

seen you at the wedding.

That coupled with the fact that
the wedding was canceled

has got a lot of people
thinking.

-Wait a minute.

The wedding was canceled?

-Yes, sir.

Our best guess is someone's
been impersonating you.

-Maybe one of the other crime
families is trying to break up

the alliance.

I hear the Gambinos are
fit to be tied.

Mel Torme wasn't just
a brilliant

entertainer, Mr. Reid.

He was a patriot.

And he was my friend.

-Very dark day for
all of us, sir.

-Yeah, well, if we don't sort
out what's happening and fast,

the Greenfelds and
the Dabellos are

going to join forces.

And a lot more people
are going to die.

-The cops came.

Wade, they can barely afford
police cars here.

They said they were going
to investigate.

Who knows what that means?

Hold the fort.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

-What did he say?

-He's gonna keep looking
for her.

He says to hold the fort.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN):
Nothing.

Nothing on the TV news,
nothing on the radio.

Mel Torme gets blown to bits.

Nobody says a word about it.

-The Mob obviously controls
the press and the TV.

No news gets released
unless they approve.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): The FBI's
got an office in town.

Maybe we should go down there
and explain the situation.

-And what exactly
would we say?

Excuse us, but our
friend here looks

like your deputy director.

So the Mob bribed him with
$100,000, which we would give

to you, but for the fact that
our other friend got robbed in

a bar last night.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): Well, we
have to do something.

Sitting around here certainly
isn't helping anything, is it?

-We have no responsibilities,
Miss Welles.

Let's just leave it all to
the proper authorities.

[knock]

-Now what?

-Quickly.

My family has lookouts stationed
all over this hotel.

-What the devil's
going on here?

WADE (OFFSCREEN):
Wait a minute.

Weren't you the bride
from last night?

-Intended bride.

I'm Leah Greenfeld, Mr. Brown.

-Uh-oh.

-Now I don't have
a lot of time.

My father's rescheduled the
wedding for tomorrow night.

I want to be taken into
protective custody.

-What?

[sigh]

-Lady, I can't do that.

-What do you mean, you can't?

We talked about all
this on the phone.

Before Mr. Torme died,
he gave me his word.

I can't marry Eddie Dabello.

I was promised immunity.

Now, I took this from
my father's office.

It's a list of payoffs to every
crooked politician in

the state legislature.

-[sigh]

Miss Greenfeld.

We're not from the federal
government.

I--

I'm not from the FBI.

-What are you talking about?

-Just take a look around
you, sweetheart.

I mean, does it look like the
three of us are ready to face

down the Mob?

-I know your reputation.

They're scared of you.

Besides, I figured you'd
have backup.

-I'm just a singer.

I mean, I do have a cousin
who's a security guard in

Imperial Beach, Florida, but
that's about as connected to

law enforcement as I get.

-We were actually just
discussing going to the

authorities, weren't we?

We'll make sure this
information gets

to the proper channels.

-No.

No, there isn't time for that.

They'll kill me, too.

Don't you understand?

-This is bad.

-All right, Mr. Brown.

You stay here and look
after Miss Greenfeld.

Miss Welles and I will
go to the FBI.

-Look, don't answer the phone,
and don't open the door, not

for anybody.

We'll be back as
soon as we can.

-How you doing?

I was here last night?

-Yeah, I remember.

-I'm looking for the
girl I met here.

Any idea where I'd
start looking?

-Only free advice I've got
for you is to get out of

the big city, boy.

-Come here.

-Hey, get your hands
off of me.

-Excuse us a second.

-What the hell do you
think you're doing?

-Save it.

The money you took doesn't
belong to me.

It belongs to the Greenfelds.

-What?

-You heard me.

And if you know what's good for
you, you'll get it back.

If I can find you,
so can they.

All I have to do is give
them your name.

-I don't have it.

-Then who the hell does?

-Ask the dealer.

Look, it's the truth, OK?

It's his money now.

-You blew it? $100,000?

-What do you want from me?

I was ahead for a while.

-How much do you own them?

-I was gonna pay you
back, I swear.

-How much is left?

-A little under five grand.

What are you gonna do?

-Sit tight, OK?

I need to concentrate.

Deal.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Well,
that was 1150 William.

Are you sure you got you
got this address right?

1170 William Street?

-I'm pretty sure.

-It's not even an
office building.

-Look.

There it is.

Federal Bureau of
Investigation.

-Good heavens.

I've heard of the downsizing
of federal government, but

this is ridiculous.

AGENT REID (OFFSCREEN): OK.

All right.

Bye.

Can I help you?

-These are the offices
of the FBI?

-That's right.

-I see.

We're in possession of certain
information regarding an

attempt to overthrow
the government.

To whom should we talk?

-You talk to me.

All right, talk.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): Sir, Leah
Greenfeld is in hiding.

She wants protection and she's
willing to trade information

that is essential to the
future of this country.

-What is this?

-It's a who's who of every Mob
lackey in state government.

-Leah Greenfeld gave you this?

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): Sir, this
may be pure speculation,

but I believe these criminals
are attempting to ally

California and Nevada
in order to secede

from the United States.

The federal government will not
be able to stop it, short

of civil war.

-I see.

And what is it you would
like for me to do

about all of this?

-Well, for one thing, you could

start taking us seriously.

And then you could do something
to protect this

woman's life, considering
the risk she's taking.

AGENT BROWN (OFFSCREEN): Witness
protection program ran

out of money years ago.

Can't do a damn thing to
protect Miss Greenfeld.

So if she truly sent you here,
please inform her of that,

with my apologies.

-Are you insane?

-She might have better
luck with

District Attorney Biacchi.

The state may still have
some revenues.

-He's on the take.

This whole society is corrupt.

That's why the Greenfelds
handed him $100,000.

They knew he'd take it.

-Miss Welles.

-One more accusation like that,
I will put you in jail

and bury you so deep they won't
find you for years.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): Mr.
Brown, I do apologize for my

young friend.

She can sometimes get carried
away by her own enthusiasm.

-You two keep talking about
these things, you're both

going to end up being carried
away in pine boxes.

You're messing in the devil's
playground, here.

-Split 'em.

-You've got an 18 against
the dealer's 7.

Are you crazy?

-I know what I'm doing.

Split 'em again.

Hit on the 19.

-Are you nuts?

-We need to burn a card.

-Bust.

-Hit me.

That's $25,000.

-Hit me.

-21!

Oh, you're a genius!

[applause from crowd]

-Sorry, sir, I'm going to have
to ask you to leave the hotel.

-What for?

There's no law against
wining money.

-We don't like card
counters, ma'am.

We have a right to excuse any
player from the gambling area.

Now we can do this pleasantly,
sir, or can do this

unpleasantly.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): No problem.

We were just leaving.

-How did you do that?

I mean, I've seen some killer
card sharks, but none of them

could ever count a
five-deck boot.

-In a lot of ways, blackjack's
not so dissimilar from

advanced number theory.

-You're just so amazing.

-I don't think so.

-Hey, come on.

I mean, we got something
really good here.

You're not gonna just walk
away from me, are you?

-I gotta go.

Where do I cash these out?

Thank you.

Grab those for me.

-So what are you telling me?

My own daughter betrayed me?

-Leah was seen making
a beeline for the

Incorruptibles' suite at
the Dominion Hotel.

Doesn't take a genius
to figure out what

happened to the disk.

-Professor.

-You have something
to give me?

WADE (OFFSCREEN): Illegal
payoffs, Swiss bank records--

it's all in there.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): I would
emphasize, sir, that Miss

Greenfeld is really laying
her life on the line.

Her fiance has already been
killed by these people in

order to force her into this
grotesque arranged marriage.

-Our lives are on
the line, too.

So you can see why it's vital
you give us protection.

-Where are you staying?

-The Dominion Hotel.

JOSEPH BIACCHI (OFFSCREEN):
I have a safe house.

I'll have Zach, my campaign
manager, get a couple of men

and take you there.

I can't begin to tell you
what a hopeful sign

this is for my campaign.

There are still honest
people like you in

this godforsaken state.

-Well, thank you, sir.

We could say the same for you.

-It's Joe.

Our guests will be staying.

-Rembrandt, I got it.

I won the money back.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): When we get to
the safe house, we'll need

to get a message to our friends
at the Dominion Hotel.

We don't have a lot of
time till the slide.

-No need to remind
me, Miss Welles.

If we don't make the slide,
we're going to be dead before

the new year.

-We did the right
thing, though.

Didn't we?

-In the circumstances, we
did the right thing.

When we slide, we can slide
with a clear conscience.

[truck beeping]

-Looks like we're here.

TOMMY (OFFSCREEN): Get
'em out of here.

Get 'em upstairs.

-Wade.

Professor.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): They
got you, too?

-The disk.

May be starting to get
to Joe Biacchi?

-Yeah.

How's Leah Greenfeld?

-She's OK.

It's the four of us we
have to worry about.

How much time, Professor?

-Well, I think about
11 minutes.

-Guys.

-OK.

Let's make this quick
and painless.

Where's my daughter?

-I'm, uh, I'm afraid we can't
tell you that, sir.

-Well, that would be
your first mistake.

Helping me to find my daughter
is the only reason I got to

keep you alive.

Family is very important
to me.

You help me, you're helping
yourselves.

-Come on, Mister,
keep talking.

-I've got to get in there.

We don't have much time.

-Quiet.

-There's something you should
know, Greenfeld.

The district attorney
has a certain disk.

He's going to come after
you with guns blazing.

-Is that so?

Joey, come on in.

Well, who's laughing
now, Mr. Brown?

District Attorney Biacchi's
been on the

Greenfeld payroll for years.

Who do you think pays his
campaign expenses?

-That so, Joe?

-What can I say, Mr. Brown?

Candidate's got to get his
backing from somewhere.

-That's it.

Go.

Go, go!

-You know, I gotta say, after
years of listening how Mr.

Rembrandt Brown killed this old
friend of mine, put that

one away, today is
payback time.

Tommy, I want to kill
them, one at a time,

until somebody talks.

-Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.

[cocks gun]

-Look, look-- you don't
have to kill us.

We're not even from
this world.

-And now we're gonna send you to
the next world to meet your

maker.

-All right, Greenfeld, let's
talk about the whereabouts of

your daughter, hm?

[door opens]

AGENT REID (OFFSCREEN):
FBI, freeze!

Nobody move!

Don't move, don't move!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

-Don't move!

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Untie us!

We only have a few minutes!

-When did you guys
make a switch?

-The FBI waited until
Leah made her move.

Then they had enough
to build on.

This guy was the key
to the whole thing.

He was gonna win the election
and put a legitimate face on

the whole conspiracy.

-You left it a bit late for
a rescue, didn't you?

-Hey, consider the
alternative.

-Hah.

Time to slide.

-Come on.

-OK, that's about $5,000.

Please give it to that woman
I told you about.

She works out of The Doubloon.

Tell her to use it to
get out of town.

[zap]

[whoosh]

-Thanks for everything.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): You
know, it takes a lot of

courage to stand up to all
of this corruption.

-For evil to triumph is for
good people to do nothing.

The dark clouds are passing,
my brother.

Better day is bound to come.

-I hope so.

Well, good luck, my man.

-You too.

[whoosh]

-Hey, pal.

You got the time?

-Yeah, it's a quarter to 4:00.

MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
Is that all?

It's early.

It's-- it's still early.

You know, they say a cat's
got nine lives.

You place any faith in
that old wives' tale?

-Maybe, if you're a cat.

Wait a minute.

-Just remember, the cooler the
cat, the harder he is to kill.

WADE (OFFSCREEN):
Quinn, let's go!

[whoosh]

-Keep your nose clean, Quinn.

Take care of yourself.

[whoosh]

-This is unbelievable.

We get to keep the $100 grand,
and now that sucker sends Leah

Greenfeld over with
a $5,000 tip.

I mean, is this a great
country or what?

-Mark like that comes along
once in a lifetime.

-I hear that.

-Yeah, well, you're the one
who steered him to me.

-I could see that kid
wanted to be a hero.

But falling for you twice?

That's why she's the best.

-Am I?

Yeah, I guess I am.

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