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They're not as bad as you might think.

In fact, sometimes they're pretty good company.

Cuff up.

And you can get used to just about anything in prison.

Even a palmetto bug.

I'd tried writing again.

Nothing came out that didn't sound bitter and cynical.

And there's nothing worse than a writer

who doesn't have anything to say.

Yeah. Well...that's me.

Harry Barber.

Good luck, man.

Hey, Harry. Man, I got some good news.

I'm talking about some real good news.

You know what this is?

This is your ticket out of here. That's what.

- Here's the judge. - Right here, Barber.

Mr. Barber, your conviction has been overturned

by a federal judge.

Flipped like a buttermilk pancake.

Testimony in a related case

contradicted key evidence presented at your trial.

What he's saying is someone's turned state's

and 'fessed up -- You were framed.

Your sentence has been commuted effective immediately.

Don't thank me.

Not much, anyway.

The requisite paperwork has already been filed.

You'll be released within 24 hours.

All right.

All right.

What's wrong? You're free.

Uh, Your Honor, I'm...

I don't want to be ungrateful. I...

That's it. I'm done. I'm free.

Huh. This is justice.

What about the two years of my life, huh?

Two years of my life wasted because I was honest,

because I wasn't dirty like everybody else.

What about that?

Mr. Barber, that's something that you can take up

with your attorney.

I'm not taking it up with my attorney.

I'm taking it up with you. You're the justice sys--

Hey. What about my two year --

Don't turn me off!

Don't turn me off!

- Come on! Hey. Easy. - You bastard! Hey!

- Come on. - I want my two years back!

I want it back!

I want it back!

I want my two years back!

Oh, my goodness. Harry Barber.

As I live and breathe.

John Renick.

Aren't you a little out of your jurisdiction?

Maybe.

- Got a cig? - Yeah.

Why don't you let me give you a lift?

It's gonna be 105 today, you know.

Yeah. I can take a little heat.

Aw, come on. Hop in.

I'm heading right back to Palmetto.

- I ain't going to Palmetto. - Oh, yeah? Is that right?

Where you going?

Miami.

It's all over with, Harry.

Palmetto's cleaned up, top to bottom.

Trust me.

Yeah. I just bet it squeaks.

Thanks for the cig.

Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight.

You're really going to Miami?

Yeah. Miami. Atlanta. Houston. San Francisco.

As long as it ain't Palmetto.

What's Nina got to say about that?

- I didn't ask. - Yeah? Maybe you should.

Mm. You smell good, Harry.

Yeah.

I am not going back to Palmetto.

Mm. You taste good.

Nina, it's been a couple of years.

I know.

I'm going to Miami, Nina.

Shut up, Harry.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Is it morning?

I don't know. I think so.

Thanks for making the coffee.

Yeah. Pretty good, huh?

Strong? Weak?

- Bad. - Mm.

It's been a couple years.

I was looking at your, uh, piece there.

- Um... - Oh. The Marquet?

Marquet. Yeah.

It's, uh -- I don't understand how you make any money.

Because if you're selling it for 12 bucks,

the metal itself has got to be worth more than that.

Well, actually, um, it's $1,200, Harry.

It's $1,200.

Wow.

Harry, this is what I do now.

Yeah. I don't blame you.

Okay. Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks.

- Find anything? - Sure.

Just nothing I'm good at.

It'll be tough for you in this town, Mr. Barber.

Think so?

- Don't you like my bourbon? - I do.

Why don't you take it, then?

I don't drink.

Maybe tomorrow I'll ask you why you ordered it

if you don't drink.

Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you.

Harry?

Harry. How'd it go today?

Humiliating.

Aw. Listen, babe.

You can't expect something good just to happen overnight.

You know, I've got my exhibition coming up.

If you want to, I have so much work to do,

I don't even know how I'm gonna ever finish it up.

I have deliveries to make,

and I have to figure out this whole space.

We could maybe do it together. It might be fun.

Maybe I could make some deliveries for you.

- It'd be great. - Oh.

It'll be good. I'll be your fucking errand boy.

Harry, I didn't mean it that way.

- I just thought that -- - Well, don't think, Nina.

You worry about your scrap metal.

I'll worry about Harry Barber.

I need to make a phone call.

Mm. Yeah. Right over there.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Oh, I left my handbag in...

Yeah. I was just gonna... hand it in to the bartender.

How thoughtful of you.

There a problem, lady?

Oh. No.

I-I left my handbag in the phone booth,

and this gentleman was going to turn it in.

Yeah? Maybe you better make sure everything's there.

Yes. It's -- It's all here.

Thank you.

And thank you.

Can I buy you a drink?

It's not necessary.

Ah. But it's customary.

Excuse me.

Uh, another round for the gentleman.

And I'll have a vodka martini with a twist.

You, uh...lost?

Do I seem lost?

No. Just a little, uh... you know, out of place.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Take it any way you like it.

My name's Harry Barber.

So, Mr. Barber...

...how do you spend your time?

What do you mean?

I mean what do you do?

I don't smoke.

Well, what do I do? What does anybody do?

I just, uh... try to survive, I guess.

Maybe you'd like to do more than just survive.

Who wouldn't?

I may know of something.

Would you be interested?

I'm interested now.

Money's good. It's...

It's very good.

But in exchange, there's an element of...

...risk.

Risk.

Does that worry you?

Question is, does it worry you?

If I could, I would do the job myself.

What is this job exactly?

Why don't you call me tomorrow,

and we can talk about it some more?

I'm gonna settle the check.

I almost forgot.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't.

Until tomorrow, then?

Hi.

Hi. I noticed your sign there.

It said you needed -- uh, help was wanted.

W-What kind of, uh, you know, help -- help do you need?

Oh, the $6-an-hour kind. Pump gas, cut bait.

Wow. Look at that boat.

Rhea M.

Uh, who owns that?

Fella by the name of Malroux.

Got an "X" on the end of it.

"X" on the end of what?

His name. It's French or some such.

Oh, yeah. French. Yeah.

His Christian name is Felix.

That's got an "X" on the end of it too, by the way.

I bet you were maybe a spelling-bee champion in school.

He owns that boat,

and he owns that big house out on Cranley Key.

He bought that place?

What's a fella with all that money doing

in a one-horse town like Palmetto?

Sorry.

Well, he's a lung-cancer case.

Uh, he's here for his health.

Ain't got that much longer left to live, from what I hear.

And the blonde?

That's Mrs. Malroux.

The boat's named after her.

He's got another boat named Odette.

That's named after his daughter.

- Two T's? - Yeah.

But he don't keep her here -- uh, the boat, I mean.

Malroux.

Must be worth a fortune.

Well, I wouldn't trade places with him

for all the tea in Chinee.

He's a lung-cancer case.

Uh, well, mister, you still interested in this job?

Uh, no, thanks, old-timer.

I think I might have a better offer.

In sports, it looks like

the Tampa Bay Devil Rays will play in the American League...

All right, baby. I'll see you in about an hour.

Where you going?

I got a delivery to make.

Oh. Let me do it for you.

Oh, no, no, no. After yesterday, no way.

Let that go, first of all.

It'll make me feel like I'm contributing.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

Here.

Can I help you?

Uh, special delivery for Mrs. Malroux.

I'll take it.

Well, no. She has to sign for this herself.

It's a telephone order.

Okay. Wait right here.

I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mrs. Malroux.

It's Mal-roux.

No. You're not disturbing me at all.

I...was just gathering some rosemary.

Hey, you!

It's all right, Donnelly. I'll handle it.

Listen. Do me a favor.

The next time you have a delivery, can you wait outside?

Yes, sir.

I like your initiative, Mr. Barber.

Just checking my facts.

And what are your facts?

That you're Rhea Malroux, you're married to Felix Malroux,

you have a daughter named Odette,

and that you live in the biggest house in Cranley Key.

Anything else?

You have a job for me.

Your facts seem to check out, Mr. Barber.

So let's talk.

Not here.

Do you know East Beach?

I know it.

Do you know the bungalows for rent by the water?

- I've seen them. - Rent one.

Then what?

Meet me tonight.

Give me one good reason why I should.

I can do better than that.

You have a phone call, ma'am.

Uh, let me pay you for that, then.

A hundred, was it?

Uh... Two.

Give the man his money and show him the way out.

Can I use the car?

Can I use the car?!

Nina!

Oh. Sorry.

Can I use the car?

Oh, yeah. Sure. Wow.

You sure you got a job at the marina?

What do you mean?

Well, you look pretty swanky-do.

Oh. Yeah.

Well, you know, I'm excited to be working again.

Uh, what, should I change?

No. You look really handsome. Go ahead. Impress the fish.

Come here. Give me a kiss.

See you later. Have fun.

Don't do that to the fish.

Good evening, Mr. Barber.

Excuse me.

May I have a drink, please?

Vodka martini with a twist?

Bravo, Mr. Barber.

You were paying attention in class.

Are you married, Mr. Barber?

No.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Uh, yeah. Well, I, uh...

I -- Well, we're living together.

How old-fashioned of you.

I didn't know we were here to discuss my personal life.

What's wrong with talking about your personal life?

It's personal.

Pardon me.

So, you wanted to talk with me about something,

Mrs. Malroux -- row?

Roux.

Roux.

Yes.

I...

I have a job for you.

Yeah. You, uh -- So you said.

As I mentioned, there's an element of risk involved.

You mentioned that. Yes.

You do take risks, don't you, Mr. Barber?

Do I?

You took a rather large risk when you took the money

from my purse.

Sorry. We're, uh, we're all out of twists.

So, uh, what is this job, anyway, Mrs. Malroux?

My stepdaughter is going to be kidnapped.

The ransom will be $500,000.

I need someone to be the threatening voice

on the telephone.

For making that call and for collecting the ransom,

I'm willing to pay 10%.

That's, uh, $50,000.

Yeah. I can do the math.

Are you interested?

I'm no kidnapper.

I don't need you to kidnap anyone,

because nobody's going to be kidnapped.

My stepdaughter, Odette,

is simply going to disappear for a few days.

Does she know that?

It was her idea.

What do you need $500,000 for?

Your husband's rich.

Why don't you just ask him for the money?

My husband believes that his daughter and I

should be able to manage on the allowance he provides.

I admit it's a generous allowance for...

reasonable people.

It just so happens that neither my stepdaughter nor I

are reasonable people.

May I have another drink, please?

You realize, of course, that kidnapping is a federal crime

and that the FBI is probably gonna get in on this.

First of all, there's not going to be any kidnapping.

Secondly, my husband will not involve the authorities.

So what makes you so sure about that?

I know my husband.

So let me get this straight.

Girl disappears.

I make a phone call, collect the money.

I take my cut. I give you the rest.

The girl goes back home, and everybody's happy ever after.

Is that the deal?

Essentially.

That sounds easy.

It will be.

You a cop?

Do I look like a cop?

Answer the fucking question.

No.

You wearing a wire?

A what?

Did you find what you were looking for?

Maybe you better check again.

I don't want you to miss anything.

In all this excitement, M-Mr. Barber,

I don't remember hearing whether you were in or out.

In all this excitement, I don't remember saying.

I need to know.

Time is of the essence.

I need to meet with this Odette.

That could be arranged.

Tomorrow. Here.

Alone.

She's only 17.

You might need a chaperone.

You don't have to worry about me.

I can behave myself.

It's not you I'm worried about.

Mm. How was it?

Well, you know, dull, tedious, boring, in no particular order.

I got the strangest call from Mrs. Wintergarden.

Who?

Mrs. Wintergarden --

the woman whose house you took the vase over to

when you made the delivery yesterday.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

She said she never got it.

You sure you had the right address?

Yeah. I...

I'm sure. You know, there was no one home.

I just, uh, you know,

I rang the doorbell, put it on the steps.

Hmm. That's weird.

Had such a beautiful finish.

Mm.

Well, I'll call her tomorrow.

You come here. I've missed you.

Oh. No.

I got to -- I got to take a shower.

I smell like fish.

I'll be right back. Mm.

Mm. Hurry up.

Oh. Wild Bill.

Hi, Mr. Barber.

Listen.

Uh, do you think, uh, I could rent the bungalow

a couple extra days?

Sure.

Season's been pretty slow,

and we got cancellations up the wazoo.

Oh.

Well, in that case, maybe I'll take it for the weekend.

Okay. Paying cash, Mr. B?

Uh, yeah.

Here. No need for a receipt.

Oh, okay. Hey, good luck.

- With what? - The writing.

Thanks.

♪ They put a shine on you in Rolling Stone ♪

♪ And 16 servants weeping at your throne ♪

♪ Yeah, and I love you ten times more... ♪

Harry Barber?

Yeah.

I'm Odette Malroux.

Oh. Odette. Yeah. Come in, come in, come in.

You, uh...uh...

Odette Malroux.

♪ I want to be a rock star just like you ♪

Can I get you a Coke or something?

Don't you have anything stronger than that?

Well, no. The law says you got to be 21 to drink in this state.

So?

I always obey the law.

My granddad used to wear suspenders.

So did mine.

So, is Harry Barber your real name or did you make it up?

What's the matter? You don't like it?

No. I love it.

It sounds delicious.

It's just that you don't look like a Harry Barber.

Oh, really? What's a Harry Barber supposed to look like?

I don't know. I never met one before.

Odette Malroux. What kind of name is that?

Malroux is French.

Odette's from my mother's side.

She was from New Orleans.

Was?

She, um, drove herself off a cliff

in the Pyrenees mountains three years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

They never did figure out if she meant to or not.

So Rhea is your stepmother.

I'd hardly call her my stepmother.

She's more like a big sister.

We're only 14 years apart.

Yeah, but she refers to you as her stepdaughter.

That's her problem.

So, um, Odette -- Mm! --

the reason I wanted you to come here today --

You want to know if I'm in on this, right?

Yeah. That's a good place to start.

Yes.

Yes what?

Yes, I'm going to pretend to be kidnapped.

Yes, Rhea and I are gonna ask my father for 500 grand.

And yes, he'll pay it.

Yes...yes...yes.

You mind if I ask what it is you, uh...

need the money for?

My father wants to send me away to boarding school.

One of those awful, boring Swiss schools

run by awful, boring Swiss nuns.

He doesn't like the idea of me being so American.

Then why don't you just tell him that you don't want to go?

Why don't you tell him?

Why can't I ever find a match?

Look. I love my father. I really do.

But I'm not going away to that school.

No way.

I figure 500 grand will get me through to my 18th birthday,

and then I'll be on my own.

Really? You think half a mil might last you till you're 18?

Do you think it's enough?

I don't really know anything about money.

Rhea came up with the amount.

Oh. So this was her idea?

No. I thought it up.

Do you like it?

You ever seen the inside of a jail cell?

- On TV. - Yeah.

They make it look pretty on TV.

Well, if we get caught, I'll just say it was all a prank.

The cops won't think it's a funny idea, and neither will I.

You're way too serious, Harry Barber.

Lighten up.

You son of a bitch. You hit me!

Yeah. Get the hell out of here before I hit you again.

- No. - Get out of here!

No.

Listen. I don't play games.

Not when I could spend the next 20 years of my life in prison.

Cops get ahold of you,

they're gonna question you till your ears bleed.

Yeah. Well, I'm a pretty good liar when I have to be.

I don't doubt it.

You got me right in the eye.

I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you?

Yeah, you hurt me.

Let me kiss it and make it better.

Get off.

I'm saying we need a story, you know?

A simple story.

Let's say I meet a girlfriend Saturday night.

Let's say we're gonna have a drink and go to a movie.

Let's say my girlfriend shows up and can't find me.

Let's say it's because someone grabbed me

out of the parking lot.

That's not bad.

Needs work, but it's not bad.

You're losing your hair, Mr. Barber.

- How you doing? - Oh, just peachy.

You look great. I could gobble you right up.

- Mm. - Mm.

You invited your sister?

Harry, don't start. Of course I invited my sister.

Just because she's married to a cop --

He's not even a cop anymore.

Yeah. Once a cop, always a cop.

Oh, hi, Alda.

Hi, Harry.

- Hey. - Hey, baby sister.

- How are you? - How are you?

- Oh... - Hi, Nina. Nice work.

Hi, John. Thanks.

I've got something to tell you.

Did you hear that the, uh, Ledger has got a new owner?

- I heard. - Nice guy.

I play golf with him on a regular basis.

So?

So if that part-time, uh, marina job gets a little old,

let me know.

- I could mention your name. - Don't do me any favors, Renick.

Hello, Mr. Barber.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm just checking my facts.

Well?

I'm in.

Saturday night.

I got everything worked out.

The girl knows exactly what to do.

And what do I do?

All right.

You make sure your husband finds this

Sunday morning in the paper.

This has a lock of Odette's hair and a ransom note.

That and a phone call should convince him

that this is the real deal.

And then?

And then just try to act like a grief-stricken stepmother.

Hey.

- Can I get a Coca-Cola? - Sure.

Hey. Hi.

Bartender.

This is for the Coke down there.

All right already.

Hey, fuckface, watch it.

- "Fuckface"? - Look what you did!

You put a fucking dent in my door.

- I'm sorry. - No. Fuck sorry.

- You can just pay for it. - Give me a break.

- I-I didn't dent your door. - Yes, you did!

- That's gonna cost me 100 bucks. - Let it go.

I'm not gonna give you $100, young lady.

Your fucking deductible is more than that.

No, you're not gonna coerce me into giving you money.

- Don't fuck with me, mister. - Don't screw around with me.

Get -- Let --

Have you lost your mind?

Get the wig.

Now you've done it. Come on.

Come on!

Son of a bitch!

Way to go.

He hit my car.

Yeah. So? Have Daddy buy you another one.

And what would you do if some jerkoff put a dent in your door?

Well, I would ignore it, because now not only are we late.

- We have a witness. - Don't worry. He didn't see you.

- You can't be sure of that. - Don't worry.

I'm worried, okay? I'm worried!

I'm very, very worried.

You know, Rhea told me you were gonna get paid $50,000 for this.

So?

You know what I said?

If he's collecting 10 times that much,

what makes you think he won't take all the money and run?

This lipstick does not go with red hair.

Anyway, she said you wouldn't do that

because you were predictably dishonest.

Oh, she said that?

I think she meant it as a compliment.

Well, Harry Barber, are you predictable?

You know, I used to write for The Palmetto Ledger.

I don't read the newspaper.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Anyway, I was covering

a none-too-exciting meeting of the city council.

I step out back to have a smoke,

and I notice there's this brand-new car out there.

Expensive, foreign.

You know, the kind like your daddy might drive,

but unusual in Palmetto.

And then I see another new car. A big Lincoln.

Then I see another one and another one.

Pretty soon I notice there's half a dozen shiny new cars

all parked in spots reserved for the city council.

What's wrong with shiny new cars?

Well, nothing, except I discover that they've just voted

to allow, uh, gambling boats to dock at Palmetto.

So the zoning commission's in on it, the cops.

It's a big story.

I write it up. I drop it on the editor's desk.

Next day, I come in, and the owner of the paper himself

calls me into his office.

I think he's gonna pin a medal on me.

Instead, he hands me a box of ashes.

All my hard work.

Cocksucker.

And he tells me, "Harry, I can't print your story.

Take the money

and forget you ever knew what a gambling boat was."

Ooh. Corruption at city hall. What a shock.

Well, the shock came when that 10,000 ended up

in an account with my name on it.

So instead of a Pulitzer Prize,

I ended up serving two years of a four-year sentence.

And that did it, huh?

The next time someone made you a large offer of small bills,

you were gonna take the money and run, right?

You know, you're very intuitive for someone your age.

All right. Tell me what you're gonna do.

Not again.

Just come on.

I buy a ticket using cash in the name Ann Hardaway.

When I get to Miami, I check into the airport Holiday Inn --

yuck -- and I don't come out of my room until I hear from you.

All right. That's good.

Get going.

You know, Harry Barber, you don't look predictable.

But I guess I'm just not a very good judge of character.

How's that?

I bet Rhea $100 you wouldn't take the money out of her purse.

And, you see, I lost.

Why?

Why didn't I pull out right then and there?

I've asked myself that question a thousand times.

Still I don't know why.

I understand.

I will pay.

How do you want me to hand you the money?

I'll have it by tomorrow.

I'll have it by tomorrow.

Please don't hurt her. You'll get your money.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Well, I hope this suits you a little better.

Oh, it's just perfect.

No. It's good. It's -- It's really good.

Mr. Barber?

Yeah.

Uh, Assistant D.A. Renick

would like you to come down to the courthouse.

What'd I do?

Mm, nothing that I know, sir.

I mean, am I under arrest or...

Uh, not that I know of, sir.

Hey, Harry. Come on in. Look.

Sorry for the early wake-up call,

but I wanted to get you in on this as soon as possible.

Let me introduce you to my boss.

Harry Barber, District Attorney Miles Meadows.

Boss, this is Harry Barber.

How are you, Barber?

Well, I'd be a heck of a lot better

if I knew what I was doing in the D.A.'s office

at 9:00 on a Sunday morning.

Did you ever hear of a man named Felix Malroux?

Malroux.

Uh, with an "X," right?

I...I think it's French or something.

Sorry, Harry. No smoking. Public facility.

- It's against the law. - Of course.

So, did you ever hear of this guy or what?

Uh, just that he's rich.

He's very rich.

Well, there's no law against that, is there?

I got a call early this morning

from a banker acquaintance of mine.

Seems this Malroux is especially anxious

to get his hands on $500,000 in small bills as soon as possible.

So?

Tell him about the girl.

Malroux -- um, Malroux, has got a daughter.

Very young -- 16, 17.

She went to meet a friend last night and never came home.

Maybe she eloped.

She doesn't have a boyfriend.

Well, so maybe this Malroux is a lousy poker player.

Maybe he wants to wallpaper his bathroom.

Harry, Malroux's bodyguard is an ex-cop.

I just spoke to him an hour ago.

He confirmed the girl did not come home last night.

He also said the first sign of trouble was last night.

They received a call from the girlfriend,

wondering where she was.

Then this morning, Malroux received a ransom note

and a lock of his daughter's hair

tucked inside the Sunday paper.

There was also a phone call in the middle of the night

from someone claiming to have the girl.

That sounds convincing.

So, you still haven't told me

what it is you called me down here for.

Sooner or later, the press is gonna get ahold of this.

You know exactly what that means.

We need somebody to handle it,

act as a press liaison for the D.A.'s office.

Of course, uh... you'll be on the payroll.

You're offering me a job.

So, uh, why me?

Renick told me all about you, Barber.

Uh...

He told me what they did to you.

We need somebody like you --

somebody with integrity, somebody who's incorruptible.

You know the press. You're one of them.

I don't want this thing to turn ugly, become a circus.

The stakes are too high.

That's right. It's an election year.

Look, Harry. Malroux hasn't come to us yet.

That's why we can't act -- at least not officially, anyway.

I mean, that's why this thing has got to be handled

very carefully.

I mean, once the press sinks their teeth into this thing,

there's no telling what might happen to the girl.

What do you say? Will you do it?

Sure. Glad to help.

Thanks for coming down, Harry.

Sure. Pleasure.

So we'll, uh, set you up in here.

There won't be too much to do right now,

but I got a feeling this is just the calm before the storm, okay?

Hey. Thanks, Renick. I owe you one.

Was that gratitude?

Let's just say that you and Palmetto are even now,

all right?

♪...as we pull in for some gas ♪

♪ A freshly pasted poster... ♪

♪ Elephants and acrobats... ♪

Hello?

It's me.

Who?

Turn that damn thing down.

♪ How bizarre ♪

Is that you, Harry Barber?

Listen to me. The jig is up.

We're calling the whole thing off.

What do you mean "off"?

I mean off, as in over, kaput, done, finished.

I think you're scared.

You're damn right I'm scared. The cops know all about this.

Get your ass on a plane and get back here.

You understand?

Not until you get me my money.

Listen, you.

I'm the one calling the shots around here.

No, Harry Barber. You're just the hired help.

If you don't get me my money, I'm gonna have to do

something stupid and adolescent, like call the police

and tell them what you did to me in that bungalow.

♪ Want to know the rest? ♪

God.

Thanks.

Something on your mind, Harry?

The girl.

Odette Malroux?

You guys act like you got the biggest kidnap case

since the Lindbergh baby.

No offense, but I think you might be off

on a wild-goose chase.

Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind.

I wouldn't be surprised if she showed up

and announced it was all a big joke.

Well, I'd like that.

Yeah. Hello.

What?

Oh, no, no.

All right. Yeah.

Our ex-cop.

He said the girl just telephoned her father.

Told him that if he didn't pay the ransom,

she'd be sent home one piece at a time.

Still think this is a joke, Harry?

I guess not.

I'm going to, uh, I'm gonna go.

I have to get my typewriter. I can't use these computers.

We can dig you up a typewriter around here, no problem.

No, no. That's all right. I'm...

You know, I got to use my own. Call me superstitious.

Sure. Go ahead.

Just stick near a phone, all right?

You got it!

Hello?

People I was worried would get involved

are already involved.

Uh, where can I meet you?

The beach.

Okay. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

What seems to be the problem, Mr. Barber?

How the hell did you get in here?

Easy. The door was wide open.

The cops are involved.

Oh! How did that happen?

Yeah. You tell me.

For starters, that pit bull of yours, Donnelly, is an ex-cop.

Or didn't you know that?

How would I?

Maybe the same way you knew

that I'd take that money out of your purse.

You know, you can't believe everything Odette says.

Oh, yeah.

And speaking of, that silly little stepdaughter of yours

is taking matters into her own hands.

- She telephoned -- - Her father. Yeah, I know.

- Oh, how did you know that? - How did you know that?

Yeah. Well, never mind how I know.

You said your husband wasn't gonna involve the authorities.

Yeah. Well, he isn't!

Somebody has!

Well, it wasn't him.

He's a sick man. He loves his daughter.

He's not about to trust the police.

What I don't understand is why the hell he'd want to trust you.

Aah!

Get off of me!

The money's there.

It's all there. It's at the house.

The president of the bank dropped it off himself.

It's $500,000.

Come on.

Unless you're not up to it.

Maybe we should call the whole thing off.

Fine.

You know, this still could work.

It's got to be tonight.

I'll set a time and a place.

After I make the pickup, I'm gonna call the house.

You make sure that you answer.

If anybody asks, you tell them you're going to see Odette.

We meet back here. We split up the money.

Unless, of course... you don't trust me.

I trust you.

Just remember.

Watch what you say.

Donnelly's an ear for the police.

I'll be careful.

What took you so long?

He needed a little encouragement.

How?

- Fax for Miss Hardaway. - Thanks.

I take it back, Harry Barber.

You are predictable.

Yeah. You there?

Pick up. It's me.

Uh, listen.

Uh, I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner.

It's a busy day, and, uh,

you know, it's like the crime of the century is going on

down at the D.A.'s office,

and Renick wants me to be press liaison.

I can't talk about it, but it's just --

Well, uh, I'm gonna be late.

I'm gonna be very late, so don't wait up.

Bye-bye.

Okay. In an hour, this will all be over with.

- You'll have your money. - And you'll have yours.

Yeah. All right.

Get on in there and, uh, wait for me.

You know, I can't help but think about what happened

in that bungalow the other day.

What are you talking about? Nothing happened.

I know. It's a shame.

You sure you don't want me to come along?

The instructions said to come alone.

I can't risk my child's life.

Okay.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

We did it.

We sure as hell did it.

Hey. You want to check this out?

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

What are you, drunk? Huh?

Odette?

You're a fucking idiot.

Straight back to jail.

Straight back.

You fucking did it.

Oh, you're in trouble.

You're right. You did it.

Come on.

Come on!

Just light!

Just light!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Aah! Aah!

You all right under there?

Oh. Yeah. I, uh...

You know, I-I took my eye off the road for one second,

and I slid into a guardrail.

You been drinking?

No. I don't drink.

Ah.

- This yours? - Girlfriend.

Sir, let me see your license and registration, please.

Okay.

Uh...

You know, I-I work at the D.A.'s office.

I don't know if it's too late, but maybe you could contact

Assistant D.A. John Renick there.

He could -- He could, uh, vouch for me.

You mean the John Renick?

You know him?

Yeah. We went to the academy together.

Oh, God. That's...

He's my, uh, my girl-- my -- my wife --

No. My girlfriend's sister's, uh, boy-- husband.

He was a good cop.

Yeah, a great cop -- according to him.

Look. I got an idea.

Why don't you open up that trunk there,

and we'll get the spare out and I'll help you fix that tire?

Okay.

All right.

Oh, you -- you know, uh...

the -- the spare is no -- it's no good.

It's no good, the spare.

Well, you sure?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm, uh...

No, I'm positive.

It's -- It's -- My girlfriend had a flat.

Well, might better check and take a look-see.

Maybe she got it fixed.

No, no. She didn't -- She wouldn't. She's --

You know women. They don't --

They don't care about... spare tires.

- They... - I know women.

Well, it'd be foolish not to check, though.

No. But I know my girlfriend.

Well, why -- why don't we just pop her open anyway,

take a look, huh?

Might be surprised what we find.

Go on. Open her up.

Okay.

Oh.

Shit.

Well, I'll be damned.

How 'bout them bananners?

Well, you done broke it off.

Well, I'll tell you what. I'll, uh...

I'll just call you a tow truck, all right?

- Thanks. - You bet.

- Very kind. - You're welcome!

Thanks.

Uh, here's, uh, 10, 20, 5 -- That's 30.

Thirty? That's 50 bucks for the tow.

Fifty bucks? Give me a break.

Hey, the car's not coming off the hook until after you pay me.

Oh, come on.

All right. I'll be right back.

I'll be here.

Is that you, Harry?

Go back to sleep, baby.

Um, yeah. Here he is. Hold on.

Harry.

Harry, it's John on the phone.

Yeah?

Harry, there's a new development.

Mr. Malroux just called us. His daughter didn't show up.

So now we're officially involved.

We need you to write a statement, a press release.

Okay. I'll be right there.

Oh, hey. I need someone to pick me up.

Yeah. Yeah. Just sit tight.

Thanks.

What's happening?

This case I've been working on was a kidnapping case,

and the girl who was kidnapped, uh,

the money was given, but she was never returned,

and now...

It seems to really be affecting you.

Did you know her?

No, but -- Of course not.

So...that why you started drinking again?

I mean, a guy's entitled to a drink every once in a while.

You were the one who said it affected your judgment.

Yeah. Well, I was wrong.

My judgment's as bad as it ever was.

What's going on, Harry?

Tell me.

Nina...

So, what was it

finally got Malroux to call in the cavalry?

Wife talked him into it.

His wife?

It's about time, too.

We've already been in touch with the FBI.

They're sending up an agent this afternoon.

Stop here.

It was exactly here, Mr. Renick.

I set the odometer when I left the house.

Let's go check that out!

Come on! Let's go!

Hey! Over here!

All right. Get some plastic on that.

We need that thing protected.

That's a footprint. Great.

All right.

Hey, Harry. Harry, come here.

Put your foot over next to this print here, will you?

What size shoe you wearing?

Same size as the kidnapper, looks like.

Come on! Where's that plastic?

Hey, I got tire tracks!

Well, I can tell you it was no pro.

That's for sure.

This whole thing's sloppy, half-ass,

and from what I know already, not very well thought out.

Bet he's local.

Let's get somebody on these tracks.

We don't want them covered up.

Hey, hey, hey! Harry! Harry, come on!

That could be important evidence you're standing on there,

- all right? - Sorry.

Am I still needed, Mr. Renick?

Yes, sir! I'll be right there, Mr. Malroux!

Oh, hey, who is that guy with -- with Malroux?

That's Donnelly. He's the ex-cop I was telling you about.

Looks familiar.

Yeah. Maybe you remember his face from TV.

He was the bagman for that crooked bunch down at city hall.

He plea-bargained his way out of doing any jail time,

but he still had to quit the force.

Hey, Harry.

It was his testimony that sprung you out of prison.

Damn.

Told you they'd be all over this like shit on a stick.

Well, it's time for you to earn your keep, my friend.

Get out there and keep them off me, brother...

in-law.

- No, uh... - Harry, what do you know?

Where are you going?

There'll be a press conference upstairs...

Are you involved in this, Mr. Barber?

...in three minutes.

Hello.

My name's Harry Barber.

I'll be the press liaison for the D.A.'s office.

Uh... Yeah.

I-I used to be one of you,

so I know how anxious you are to get going.

But I'd like to ask that everybody turn off their cameras

and -- and turn off their tape-recording devices.

Please do as I'm asking you.

Please. Uh...

You see, I --

The, um, the D.A.'s office and the police department...

How come they let you out of jail, Harry?

...have asked that you hold off on your story

for the next 24 hours.

Wait. Why? Why is that, Harry?

We don't know a heck of a lot more than you do --

pretty much what you all received in your statement.

And thank you.

So the district attorney doesn't want to jeopardize

this girl's situation.

If we break this story too soon --

Come on, Harry.

We're not just talking about a kidnapping case.

We're talking about a murder case.

That's not true, Ernie.

- Do they have a suspect? - No.

Well, if they don't now, they will soon, right, Harry?

If the girl's already dead,

then why are we sitting on this story?

They're trying to flush the killer out, right, Harry?

Come on, Harry. Throw us a bone.

Kind of rough, huh, Harry?

Oh.

Yeah. You know the press.

They, uh, think they know everything.

But they're gonna cooperate, though, right?

Yeah, for now.

What about you? Anything I should know?

Well, we sent the, uh, ransom note,

the drop-off instructions to the FBI.

We're just gonna have to wait and see what they come up with.

W-What do you mean? Like, uh, fingerprints?

Fingerprints?

Harry, the guy's dumb, not brain-dead.

We'll take saliva samples from the envelopes,

the cigarette butt we found, profile his DNA with it.

DNA. They can do that?

Don't you watch TV? Anyway, come this way.

There's something more concrete I want to show you.

You know, some people might call this luck.

I like to look at it as good investigative work.

Checked the routine police report

the night the girl was taken.

It's hot.

This guy was discovered out cold in the parking lot

right next to where we found the girl's car.

Somebody gave him a great thump on the head.

Is that right?

I look like hell.

And he -- he had receding brownish-blond hair.

He was, uh, about that tall.

Had to be about -- He had to be about yea wide.

He had kind of a small but longish face.

Jesus, Harry. He could be talking about you.

Yeah.

Me and a hundred other guys.

This woman, she had a wig on.

- I'm gonna grab some lunch. - Yeah. All right. Go ahead.

...and it turned out to be a red wig.

I didn't know what to do. The next thing I knew...

Oh, I almost forgot. Nina called.

Said she couldn't find her car keys.

The car.

Nina!

Harry? Are you here?

Do you have the keys? I need my car.

Harry, what are you doing?

What...

What are you doing with that briefcase?

Nothing. I just...

It doesn't concern you, Nina.

Harry, if it concerns you, it concerns me.

Not this time.

Tell me what's in the briefcase, Harry.

Nothing. Nothing's in the briefcase.

What's going on?

Nina, nothing's going on. Nothing.

This is about that girl, isn't it?

The one that was kidnapped.

Nina, I need a few minutes alone right now.

- Where are you going? - I need to take my car.

- W-- - No, no. Not now.

- Why not, Harry? - Just not now, Nina.

Harry, what is going on?!

Nothing! Nothing's going on!

Nothing, okay?!

Nothing!

It's the girl, isn't it?

Nina.

H-- You answer me.

The girl -- She's in the garage, isn't she?

Dead?

Did you kill her?

No.

I didn't kill anybody.

Oh, God.

I knew something was wrong, Harry, but...

Now you see why I didn't want to get you involved.

Okay.

All right. What do we do now?

Well, one thing's for sure. We got to get rid of the body.

Oh, God, Harry. Don't talk like that.

I'm sorry, Nina.

I'm not a good little scout lost in the woods.

Not anymore.

We got to rent a car and dump the body somewhere.

I got all the money we need right here.

Oh, God.

I thought I was one step ahead of her the whole time.

She played me like a game of Chinese chess.

Checkers.

Are you talking about Rhea Malroux?

All she wanted was the girl dead and somebody to pin it on.

Why?

I don't know. It doesn't make sense.

Unless she wanted the whole fortune to herself

after the old man dies.

You think she killed her daughter?

Stepdaughter. Not a chance.

Maybe there's somebody else involved.

Maybe Rhea Malroux's got a-a friend.

Donnelly.

Who's that?

Oh, don't answer it. Don't answer it.

That'll be John Renick.

It's only a matter of time before he puts two

and two together and comes up with the name Harry Barber.

Harry, why don't you tell John what happened?

- He'll believe you. - Believe what?

That I was gonna extort a half a million dollars

from Felix Malroux and not kill his daughter?

- It's the truth. - Yeah.

Well, it'll be Rhea Malroux's word against mine.

What?

Rhea Malroux's word.

No, no, no, no. No.

I've got a message from Harry Barber.

Who's Harry Barber?

Maybe this will ring a bell.

My stepdaughter is going to be kidnapped.

The ransom will be $500,000.

I need someone to be the threatening voice

on the telephone.

For making the call and for collecting the ransom,

- I'm willing to pay 10%. - I've heard enough.

What does this have to do with me?

You're fucking Rhea Malroux, for starters.

So what do you want?

There's a body of a girl in the trunk of my car.

It needs to be taken care of or somebody's gonna find it.

And if it's taken care of?

Then nobody needs to hear the tape

and you can go on fucking Rhea Malroux.

I expect to hear from you.

I'm not the only one who's been fucking Rhea Malroux.

Maybe you should listen to the rest of your tape, sweetheart.

In all this excitement, Mr. Barber,

I don't remember hearing whether you were in or out.

In all this excitement, I don't remember saying.

I need to know.

Time is of the essence.

Hey. Where you been?

I've been on pins and needles.

Um...

I listened to the tape, Harry.

All of it.

Nina, it... it's not what you think.

It didn't mean anything.

It sounded sincere.

Well, yeah.

Nina -- Nina...

Harry, I don't understand why.

I-I don't understand. Why did you do this?

I don't know. She...

She's a beautiful woman, Nina.

I'm not talking about Rhea Malroux.

Everything. Everything. I-I don't -- I don't understand.

Don't tell me you did it for the money.

No, I-I didn't do it for the money.

Then why?

Well, I guess I felt like, you know...

somebody owed me something for those two years.

And this is my w--

Ah. Well...

Well, if it isn't the missing link.

I'm not surprised you're mixed up in all this, Donnelly.

A snake can't change the fact

that it crawls on its belly for a living.

Sticks and stones, Barber. Now give me the tape.

No. Look. You take the body. You get the tape.

- That's the deal. - No, no, no, no.

I'm making the fucking deals around here, all right, Harry?

Give me the tape.

Now give me the other one.

- What other one? - What other one?

You met Odette alone in that bungalow.

If you taped Rhea, you taped the girl.

Well, Harry?

Did you tape the girl, too?

Nina...

Now, about that problem of yours.

Here's the solution.

This stuff dissolves the flesh off of bones,

then dissolves the bones, just like piss on a snowman.

Harry, give me a hand. Now, give me a hand!

Do you want to play or you gonna pay?

Oh! Jesus!

- You got a bathtub? - Yeah. Why?

- Where's the bathtub? - Why?

- For her. - You're gonna do this here?

We're doing it here.

- No, you can't do it here. - You know what? We'll use that.

No, no, no, no. Take her out.

It's happening, Harry.

- Not here! - We're doing it. Shut up, okay?

You shut up.

It's gonna take a couple of minutes.

Shit.

Don't get it! Don't get it!

Don't answer it. Don't answer it.

Oh, God.

Just keep the water running, Harry.

The phone's ringing. You want me to get that?

Oh, I almost forgot, Harry.

I guess you earned it.

Goodbye.

Counting your money, Harry?

I don't know how you can even stand to touch it.

Fuck...you!

Taking kind of a long lunch, aren't you, Harry?

Get in.

Buckle your seat belt.

So, what do you think, Harry?

About what?

Don't tell me you haven't heard.

They found her.

They found who?

Odette Malroux.

In a bungalow down at East Beach,

right under our noses the whole time.

Let's go, Harry.

We're live here at East Beach.

And this is Harry Barber. Harry! Come on. Get this.

Harry, did you know it was Malroux's daughter?

Did you know she was dead?

Did you know she was dead, Harry?

Hey, are you involved in this?

Come on. Come on. Meadows is waiting. Let's go.

Could you give us a statement?

Hey.

Seaweed.

Mr. Malroux, I hate to do this to you, sir,

but it's very important.

Let's get on with it.

Is this your daughter, Odette?

Mr. Renick, this is Billy Holden.

He manages the place.

Was it you that called this in?

Yes, sir.

The maid found her a little while ago.

Was the girl renting the bungalow?

Uh, no, sir.

Who was?

Mm...

...Harry Barber.

Get him.

Harry!

Harry! Stop!

Oh, my God. My God!

Hey. I'll get you a doctor.

No, no, no.

No doctors.

Don't think anything's broke.

You probably hurt that old truck more than it hurt you.

Hey, but that gunshot wound's another matter.

It might be best if you just gave yourself up.

I was hoping the rain

was gonna wash away the whole dirty business --

and me right along with it.

Thank you.

I was in it right up to my ears

and no idea how the hell I was gonna get myself out.

There was only one thing I could do.

Harry.

I've been waiting for you, Harry.

Yeah. I'm sure you have.

I have a boat.

We can go away together... just you and me.

Why don't I believe you?

Nobody was supposed to get killed.

Tell that to Odette Malroux.

It was Donnelly.

He's such an animal.

I was so scared.

Will you hold me?

I need you so much.

No.

Not this time.

Somebody's got to pay the piper. It's not gonna be me.

Where's your husband? Huh? Upstairs?

- You're not gonna tell him. - Yeah. Yeah.

- I think he deserves to know. - No. No, Harry. He'll kill you.

Yeah. Better him than the state of Florida.

What about us?

Us?

Where does somebody like you come from?

I'm just a girl with a little ambition.

A little ambition?!

We're no different, you and me, Harry.

We're the same!

That's where you're wrong.

Who are you?

My name's Harry Barber.

Do I know you?

We have a mutual acquaintance or two, yes.

What do you want?

My neck is in a noose, and I got to get it out.

And you're my only chance.

Does this have something to do with my daughter?

Unfortunately, sir,

it's got everything to do with your daughter.

Do you know who killed her?

Yes, I do.

I am waiting.

Well...I know you got no reason to believe me,

but I promise you it was --

- Should I call the police, sir? - Okay. Okay.

Continue, Mr. Barber.

Your wife and Donnelly --

Look. I know you don't want to believe me.

He's lying, sir.

I know you got no reason to believe me, but it's true.

- They... - Shut up!

...suckered me into this phony kidnapping thing,

and they -- they killed your daughter!

He's lying, sir!

And they did it for money! They're in on this together!

- I swear to God! - Shut up!

Rhea...could you come in here?

Mm. Please.

I don't like doing this. My wife is very upset.

It's an act. I'm telling you.

Your wife and this guy killed your daughter.

Who is that?

That's not your wife.

That can't be your wife.

- Shut up. - No. M--

Although this is a death-penalty state, Mr. Barber,

I won't live long enough

to see you die for the murder of my daughter.

I didn't kill your daughter!

Make sure he isn't found.

- I didn't do it. - Ever.

I swear to God I didn't kill her!

Listen to me, will you? I didn't -- I didn't do it!

I'm telling you!

Malroux, I didn't do it!

I didn't kill your daughter! I didn't do it!

Help me!

You had to get her involved, didn't you, dumb fuck?

Hi, Harry.

- Rhea Malroux. - You know the wife, Harry.

To-be.

- Intimately. - For your information,

she said you were lousy, just like your writing.

I did not say lousy. I said predictable.

Like showing up tonight at Malroux's.

She figured you would.

It's not rocket science.

Guy coming out of prison on a bum charge

is gonna want to even the score a little.

It's only human nature.

The wife is good at that human-nature stuff.

She's not bad at the physical stuff, either.

But you, Harry, you just couldn't keep your shirt on,

- could you? - Or his pants.

Flash a little green under your nose and a little pink,

and you were panting like a big dog on a hot day.

Yeah. So I'm a sucker.

Me and that poor girl you had playing

like she was Odette Malroux.

She was very cute.

And a good little actress, wasn't she?

Some runaway from the Midwest -- Idaho, I think.

- Oh, that's the Northwest, hon. - Who cares, okay?

Nobody's gonna see her again anyway.

I can't believe that you killed her and Odette Malroux

just for the ransom money.

Listen to you, Barber.

A guy so broke his fucking cash bounces.

Five hundred thousand bucks is five hundred thousand bucks.

You always were small-time, Donnelly.

Fuck you with a pile driver, Harry.

Hon, which one do you think for the plane ride?

I feel, uh -- I don't know -- dark and mysterious.

I don't know. Surprise me.

Okay.

The little lady and I are going to Vegas

to get married and take some R&R.

Get the fuck off.

Aah!

Mr. Malroux gave us the week off...

...and his blessings, sweetheart.

Mr. Malroux.

Yeah. That's how we met, Harry.

I do the cooking and the cleaning

and take care of the old man.

She does the gardening, too -- rosemary, herbs,

- all that sort of thing. - Yeah.

I've always been a working girl.

- I'll bet. - I got to hand it to you, bub.

When you showed up at the doorstep that day,

I thought you blew the whole deal.

You know, you got a fucking knack for that.

I had a damn good thing going when I was a cop.

Good thing till you fucked it all up.

You couldn't just take the money, could you?

Not Harry Barber. He's Mr. Clean.

No. You just don't learn, do you, Barber?

- Maybe next time. - No.

You're out of next times, Sunny Jim.

You understand me?

Well, I guess this is goodbye.

Could I have a moment?

This must be what you want.

I'm gonna miss you.

Oh.

Okay, love bugs.

That's enough.

You don't really think she's gonna marry you, do you?

- You talk too much, Barber. - She ain't gonna marry you.

I promise you. She's gonna fuck you over --

Mm.

You know, the world is full of Harry Barbers --

guys who want to play in the big leagues

but just don't have the talent.

My advice to you, Harry, is don't go in the deep end

if you can't swim.

Hey, what are you doing, Harry?

You want to fucking play games, huh?

You want to make this painful?

What is that?

Is that a wire? You wearing a wire?

Hold it, Donnelly!

Aah!

Clear! Check the back!

Get her! Take care of her!

Check upstairs!

All right. I got you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Where you been? - We were right outside.

That could've been me, man.

Yeah, it could've been you, but it isn't you.

- That could have been me! - But it isn't you, Harry!

We had to make this look good if it was gonna be believable.

You were late! That could've been me!

Jesus Christ. What?

Hey, baby.

I love you.

Are you okay?

You did it, Barber. Nice work.

Yeah. Free at last.

Read him his rights.

What are you doing? What? Hey!

Conspiracy to kidnap, accessory to extortion, Harry.

- Hey! This was my idea! - Hindering an investigation.

The whole wired thing! I got you re-elected!

Over here!

Come on out of there.

Open the door!

Hello.

Would you mind, please, holding my bag for me?

Move it!

This isn't right, Renick.

I helped you out. You know it.

This isn't right. We had a deal.

Let's go. Let's go. Get her out of here.

Take them downtown.

- Move it! Move it! Come on. - Let's go.

- This isn't right. - Let's go.

Well, I'm back in prison,

back with my little friends.

It's part of the deal I cut with Renick.

But it isn't gonna be for long.

The way I figure it,

just long enough for me to write my story.

And then, who knows?

They might even turn it into a movie.

♪ I love America ♪

♪ Her secret's safe with me ♪

♪ And I know her wicked ways ♪

♪ The parts you never see ♪

♪ Oh, Supergirl ♪

♪ You'll be my supermodel ♪

♪ Although you have a reputation ♪

♪ Can I afford to move above my station? ♪

♪ I'm not the only heart you've conquered ♪

♪ And I love America ♪

♪ But, boy, can she be cruel ♪

♪ And I know how tall she is ♪

♪ Without her platform shoes ♪

♪ Oh, Supergirl ♪

♪ You'll be my supermodel ♪

♪ Although at times it might seem awkward ♪

♪ Don't run away ♪

♪ Oh, don't you recognize me? ♪

♪ I'm not the only heart you've conquered ♪

♪ And I kissed America ♪

♪ When she was fleecing me ♪

♪ She knows I understand ♪

♪ That she needs to be free ♪

♪ And I miss America ♪

♪ And sometimes she does too ♪

♪ And sometimes I think of her ♪

♪ When she is fucking you ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ Oh, America ♪

♪ Yo siempre he confiado en ti ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ Oh, America ♪

♪ ¿Por qué me tratas así? ♪

♪ Oh, Supergirl ♪

♪ You'll be my supermodel ♪

♪ Although your pants are 'round your ankles ♪

♪ And when you're down and out ♪

♪ I'll be your Dirty Harry ♪

♪ It will be just like in the movies ♪

♪ Oh, Supergirl ♪

♪ You'll be my supermodel ♪

♪ Although at times it might seem awkward ♪

♪ Don't look away ♪

♪ I'll be your teenage fan club ♪

♪ I'm not the only heart you've conquered ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪