All language subtitles for White Sands (1992) (1080p BluRay x265 10bit r00t).English

Hey, Ray.
Your wife get you that hat?

Something wrong with it?

Nothing that pissing
on it won't cure.

Maybe we ought
to form a circle and do it.

-Hi.
-Hi.

We were flying over the gorge,
and Cas spotted him.

I got 20/1 5 vision.

Pilot called in
and told the authority.

He's an Indian.

I'm Harold Kleinman.

What were you doing
way out here, Harold?

We're amateur archaeologists.

We left the wives in Santa Fe hoping
to find this ancient "Anastazi"--

Anasazi.

Guess you don't find
many bodies out here, huh?

No, we sure don't.

-What do you think, Bert?
-He's dead.

Why would anyone come way out here
to kill himself?

Maybe his wife bought him a new hat.

I won't be positive
without an autopsy.

Hi. How you doing?

You bring
these tourists out here?

Just trying to keep them
from finding any arrowheads.

-Ray Dolezal.
-Delmar Blackwater.

-Don't touch the car.
-Okay. Sorry.

-Navajo?
-Mescalero Apache.

Bloodthirstiest red bastards
this side of the Rio Brazos.

I was kind of hoping
for that scalp.

Let's get this bad boy out of here.
He's starting to smell ripe.

If you need any more pens, just tell
me. I sell novelty pens. . .

. . .imprinted with the message
of your choice.

Holy shit!

Ray, you're not actually
going to tag that. . .

. . .and report it as evidence,
are you? Ray?

-What stopped that bike, Ben?
-I don't know.

Gravity?

Is that real money?

-Uh, yeah.
-Gee, that's a lot.

There's got to be $1 000 there, Dad.

What you looking at?

Look, Ace, go tell Mom
I'll be home real soon.

-I got more work to do.
-Okay. See you later, Dad.

Okay.

This is Deputy Sheriff
Ray Dolezal, Torrance County. . .

. . .4-3-9er-2-7-7.

I'd like a trace
and status on a '90 T-Bird. . .

. . .VIN number 2-6-Charles-
Henry-Charles. . .

. . .3-9er-Nora-1 -John-
1 -2-1 -2-2-9er-2.

I can be reached
at 41 2-5607.

I'd appreciate it if you
could expedite this. Thanks.

Maybe the federales can I.D. him
and get him out of here.

Maybe I won't even
have to cut him open.

That briefcase could be
$20,000 lighter, Ray.

Nobody'd know
we didn't find it that way.

Was it
a self-inflicted wound?

There's no reward for being
so black-and-white ethical.

Was it a self-inflicted wound,
Bert?

Rug fuzz.

Here. Take a look.

-Ugly rug.
-Butt-ugly rug.

Longhorn Ranch Motel.

Paid cash up front
for the first night.

Had this big old wad
of bills.

That's what fooled me,
that big wad of cash he had.

I figured he could stand good
for the balance.

That's a $63 mistake,
isn't it?

How'd you know
it was my rug, anyway?

You see him go?

Didn't see him at all
after he checked in.

I'm not the nosy type.

Did this Mr. Spenser
make any calls?

If he did, he didn't make them
from the room.

We got this deal. For $4.00
you can make unlimited local calls. . .

-. . .but he passed on it.
-Did he have a car?

He said he did.
I never seen it.

We usually clean these rooms up
almost every day. . .

. . .but Mr. Spenser put "Do
Not Disturb" on the door.

You probably saw it
when we come in.

If a customer wants privacy,
he gets it.

Decorate these rooms yourself,
Mr. Peterson?

No. I brought a fairy over
from Albuquerque. He did it.

I couldn't do this.
I'm colorblind.

-There's been a fire in there.
-What?

-Don't touch anything.
-No, sir.

Jesus Christ, what's
he been doing in here?

My Lord.

This look like
teeth marks to you?

Well, maybe.

-Teeth marks?
-Yeah, I think so.

You got a hell of an imagination,
Raymond. Let's go.

Got this John Doe
up your butt now, don't you?

Going to drive us crazy
trying to figure it out.

Ruin my Saturday afternoon
in front of the TV.

Guy's in trouble, in a motel
room with half a million. . .

. . .scared, writing on everything,
making desperation calls.

He covers his trail: burns his
clothes, swallows that paper.

That happens in the morning,
and he's dead by noon.

Maybe that piece of paper
wasn't digested.

Intestinal gases. The ever-loving
death fart of a warthog.

All we got are two names:
"Goodman" . . .

. . .and a date written on
a fast food wrapper. . .

. . .kind of looks
like an appointment:

"Noreen. "
Who the hell is Noreen?

Ease off. You're as persistent
as a dog with two dicks.

You'll owe me for this one.
Promise you that.

Looks like a radish.
They in season?

Oh, cut it out, Bert.

And here's a carrot.

Garbanzo beans.

This may be putrefied lettuce.

Must've been a salad bar.

There's a sorrowful last act
for a desperate man.

Hey, maybe Noreen was with him.

Maybe she had
a big burger with fries.

Maybe Mr. Goodman had apple pie.

Yeah, it's all starting
to make sense now.

We'll call it
"The Big Lunch. "

Wait, what is. . .?

Goddamn. This looks like paper.

It's that kind of waxy paper
they wrap hamburgers in.

It's got about a 200-year half-life.
Something's written on it.

-What's it say?
-It's smeared.

Numbers?

-Numbers.
-Son of a bitch.

Seven digits doesn't mean
it's a phone number.

We're sorry. The number you've
reached is not in serv--

Maybe it's in Utah.

Motel didn't have a
long-distance record.

He used a credit card
or billed another number.

We're sorry--

-What's the area code in Texas?
-They have five.

You are one tenacious S.O.B.
You calling all 50 states?

Maybe that's not a six,
but a zero.

Holy unrelenting bastard.

-Hello?
-Hi. Who's this?

This is 803- 1424.
And who is this?

Mr. Spenser.

-Ooh, Just a minute.
-Who is it?

-Ray, who is it?
-Spenser?

-Yes. Who's this?
-Goodman. Where have you been?

You were supposed to call.

I ran into a problem, but
it's taken care of.

-You're four days late.
-I know, but it's fine now.

It was a personal thing.

Yeah? Well, we figured
you changed your mind.

-Why would I change my mind?
-Don’t get cute.

We're ready to forget it all.

No! Look, I'm sorry
about the delay.

There's a hotel in Taos, the Kachina
Lodge. Tomorrow at 8 p.m.

-A room will be reserved for you.
-Kachina Lodge. 8 p.m. Fine.

Bring the money.

Of course.

Well?

Dad, stop! Stop!
Watch out for my bike!

-Did you bring your gun?
-Yep.

Probably see you tomorrow.

-Bye.
-Bye, honey.

-Be careful.
-I will.

Bye!

Bye, Ray!

I don’t think
he's a base-stealing threat....

Come on. Throw it over.

-Yeah?
-Good afternoon.

We're trying to locate
Deputy Sheriff Ray. . .?

-Dolezal.
-Ray Dolezal. Know where he is?

Something wrong?

Don’t guess you find
many bodies out here, huh?

Why would he kill himself?

Was it a self-inflicted wound?

Did Mr. Spenser make any calls?
Noreen. Who is she?

Where have you been?
You were supposed to call.

You're four days late.

Oh. Is this your room?

Yeah.

I was just finishing it up.

Oh, okay.

Mr. Spenser?

-Yes?
-Sorry to bother you.

On the bed!

Don't move.

I said don't move!

Welcome to Taos.

It better not be marked.

Or what?

Hey!
Hey, wait a second!

What's going on?
What the fuck are you doing?

Goddamn it!

Down, boy!

Are my hands cold?

You know, we could've
taken this money. . .

. . .and cut you up for coyote food.

Lucky for you
we're not criminals.

Be in Santa Fe
day after tomorrow. . .

. . .at the Hotel La Fonda bar, 6 p.m.

Don't be early. Don't be late.

You might bring
a change of clothes.

-Hello.
-Hi, honey.

-Ray. Where are you?
-I'm still in Taos.

-I'm staying the night.
-Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. Just fine.

Look, I Don’t think
I'll make it home tomorrow.

Maybe Tuesday. I'll come home
as soon as I can.

Ray? Hi. Greg Meeker.

Welcome to the all-new
Albuquerque FBI offices.

Have a seat.

You like snapshots, Ray?

I love snapshots.

Little frozen fragments of time.
Completely real.

Unless you know what happened
when a picture was taken. . .

-. . .you don't know shit.
-Where's my hat?

Artie O'Brien, a.k.a. Spenser.

-He's dead.
-See?

No way you'd know that from looking
at this photo.

Oh. That's Goodman.
That's the redhead.

Gorman Lennox. Ever met him?

-No.
-Me, neither.

Kind of like this one, though.

You gave him my money, Ray.
FBI funds.

You give a half million to
a man you don't know?

What the fuck were you doing?

I should've let you handle it,
but I was trying to l.D. a body.

-With bureau money?
-With whatever I had!

All right. Cool.

I accept that. From cop to cop.
Square business.

Cop to cop. Straight up?

Tell me about him. This Artie
O'Brien/Spenser guy.

Artie was a mule.

From time to time, he'd
transport money for us. . .

. . .and shit like that.

Something went wrong on this one.
We don't know why.

-But then you stepped in--
-And fucked up.

I didn't pull the trigger
that blew his brains out.

No, you didn't.

Let's just figure out how you're
gonna pay back the money and get home.

What are you talk--?

To the government, you're
responsible for the money. . .

. . .since it was your call to
give it away.

Maybe talk to your sheriff.
Pull it out of petty cash.

What if I went to Santa Fe?

Meet with Lennox,
tell him the deal's off?

I'd get you back
your money.

You amateur. You don't
know what's out there.

Want your money?

You still want to know about Artie.

Forget Artie.
Artie killed himself.

Hang on a minute.

He might be right, Greg.

It may be our only play.

Think about it.

The bimbos think he's Spenser.
What can we lose?

-Okay?
-Okay. Go to Santa Fe.

Can I call my wife,
tell her I'm okay?

-You can't call your wife.
-Why not?

Nobody can know what you do.
You're undercover.

Standard operating procedure.

If you do this,
you'll do it our way.

-Spenser have a first name?
-Bob.

Artie called himself Bob Spenser.

-Bob?
-Yes.

I can be a Bob.

So, what'd they say?

Come on, tell me.

They said they were pretty pictures,
but only show professional artists.

Mr. Gorman Lennox?

Hi, I'm Bob. Bob Spenser.

Oh, Jesus. Bob.
Where'd you get that hat?

-It's new.
-No kidding?

-Would you excuse us?
-Hold on a second, Bob.

-Bob, this is. . .?
-Roz.

-Roz Kincaid.
-Nice to meet you, Roz.

Bob, here, is from Los Angeles.

He has an important collection
of American Western art.

-Isn't that right, Bobby?
-Uh-huh.

I tricked you, I'm an art broker.

Bob is a client.
I'm gonna take him around. . .

. . .to some of the galleries, recommend
some acquisitions.

First, I'd like him
to look at your paintings.

I'm gonna recommend
that he buys one.

-That is, if we come to a fair price.
-Oh, no. I--

You're an artist?

Look at the work, Bob.
You tell me.

-Are they for sale?
-Oh, this is silly.

Hell, yes!

What are you doing? Jesus Christ.

What if she comes out here
and sees that?

Those are her dreams.
You don't throw them away.

Come on. Let's go.
We're on a schedule. We gotta move.

Ben, I said to stay out of
the street. Come in.

Okay.

Pick up your bike.
Then come inside and sit down.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Molly Dolezal?
-That's me.

I'm Special Agent Flynn,
and Agent Demott.

We're with
FBI Internal Affairs.

We wanna talk to your husband.
We saw the note on the office.

Your neighbor said
you work here. He's not--

Do you have a gun?

I'm talking with these gentlemen.

Go home and set the table
for dinner.

Sorry to interrupt you
here at work.

-We deal with crimes within the FBI.
-How can I help you?

We're investigating a missing $500,000
from an impound facility.

Money that's evidence in a case.
We think your husband's involved.

-You're from the FBI?
-Yes.

Our prime suspect in this
theft had an accomplice.

We know your husband found our suspect
dead, along with our money.

Your husband's disappeared and
we can't find the accomplice.

My husband's trying to find
who the dead man was.

-If he calls--
-I'll tell him you want to talk.

That is all you want?

Here's my card. I realize
you want to protect him. . .

. . .but think about one thing:
half a million dollars.

It's a lot of temptation.

They use the same clay. . .

. . .that Indians used to make pots
a thousand years ago.

-Worried about your money?
-I want to talk about it.

It's in a safety deposit box
along there with mine.

I was thinking. . . .
Maybe we should reconsider.

Sorry the girls got rough,
but it's microelectronics.

We live in the age of the body wire.

It's understandable
we got a little paranoid.

I personally feel that it's
all about trust.

You trusted me
with your half-million dollars.

So naturally,
I'm inclined to trust you.

Lane said you'd deliver,
and you did.

Most guys wouldn't trust me.

So it was a test?

What did Lane tell you about me?

Nothing.

What did Lane tell you about me?

Nothing.

You see? It's trust.
It's all we got. It's all we need.

You're not what I expected.

How's that?

From what Lane said, I expected
a fancy package. . .

. . .sort of a fast-talking,
slow-walking. . .

. . .mohaired-Sam
kind of a thing.

You show up in your cowboy hat
and I thought:

"I hooked up with Andy of Mayberry. "

If you're not comfortable with me,
let's call the deal off.

-You give the money back.
-Do I seem edgy?

I quit smoking
about a week ago. . .

. . .it's been like boring
a wild hair up my ass.

I can't do anything right.
Let me just chill out.

We'll relax.

You put up 500,000,
I put up 500,000.

-We're partners. We're all locked in.
-Right.

Are we expecting someone?

Well, yeah. Lane.

-Lane?
-She was a little concerned. . .

. . .when she didn't hear from you.
Thought maybe you backed out.

Here she is. Here comes Lane.
Here's our girl.

Hi, honey.

-Hope I didn't hold you up.
-Just wanted to see Bobby squirm.

Well, where did you disappear
to last week?

Well, you know.

You could have called.

Yeah.

Well. . . .

Let's sit down.

When Gorman said he was
meeting you face to face. . .

. . .I had to see it with my own eyes.

I thought perhaps something
had gone wrong.

-Obviously not.
-No. Just personal business.

Gorman, you owe me
a finder's fee.

I'll take care of you
when the deal goes through.

I've got to confirm
my transportation.

Don't let her bulldoze you. She's
used to getting what she wants.

So. . .

. . .Bob.

Who are you really?

Bob Spenser. Really.

-The other one lied?
-Must've been.

So where is
the other Bob Spenser now?

He's dead.

He's dead?

You could blow me
out of the water right here.

We both know it.
But since you haven't. . .

. . .you're waiting for the deal
so you can get your fee from Lennox.

Am I right?

Hello?

-Did you kill him?
-Would it matter?

-Did you?
-No.

We're all set.

Can you give us a ride?

-I can drive.
-I'll do it.

Why drive when one can be driven?

That's one of my rules.

Hey, Bobby, you like helicopters?

Helicopters?

Come on. Get in the front.

This is Bob Spenser.

You might wanna buckle up there, Bob.

Mr. Lennox.

Colonel Bedrosian, Gorman Lennox.

-This is my partner, Bob Spenser.
-Hi, Bob.

Let's get inside, it's noisy here.

Ever been to White Sands before?

No, I sure haven't.

It's not sand. It's gypsum.

Some kind of prehistoric
underground lake.

A keepsake.
Don't tell anybody where you got it.

Taking sand is illegal.

Something to remember White Sands by.

I'd like to take a reconnaissance
of that briefcase.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

Be my guest.

Let's do some business.

These are M-1 6s.

Brand spanking new.

Sidearms.

9mm Berettas. Hollow-point ammunition.

C-4 explosives.

Claymore mines.

Fléchette grenades.

Now this, gentlemen,
is the AT-4 Viper.

This little lady
will knock out a tank at 300 yards.

Armor penetration, 1 1 .81 inches plus.

Muzzle velocity, 985 feet per second.

Ground troops like it because
it's light, reliable and easy to use.

International Arms magazine
rated this honey four stars.

-It'll fill your basic needs.
-I'm impressed.

This all stuff that wasn't used
during Desert Storm?

Negatory. This is state-of-the-art.

-We deal with the Defense Department.
-We'll give you 500 now. . .

-. . .and 500 on delivery.
-Well, no.

There's been a slight increase
in cost.

-Excuse me?
-We want 400,000 more on the back end.

That's bullshit.

If you can't handle the volume, fine.

Fuck it, then. Forget it. No sale.

I ought to turn you in to
the Treasury Department. . .

. . .collect a little reward.

-We'll just take our money back.
-We can't do that.

We've incurred significant costs.
It's a nonrefundable deposit.

A half million dollars, nonrefundable?

You two cheap, dime-store cowboys. . .

. . .squatting on your fat-ass pensions
over in Las Cruces.

Black-marketing military hardware to
the highest bidders.

You fuckers make me want to puke.

This is a wash. We're out of here.

-Fuck 'em.
-Wait a second.

Wait a second. This is crazy!

You changed the rules.
How do you expect us to react?

We're talking about $400,000
we gotta come up with.

It was unavoidable and unforeseen.

You want us to believe
you've had an increase on your end. . .

. . .but you're not giving us credit.

You're passing the whole cost onto us.

All right. I tell you what.

We'll eat 1 50,000.

That means you owe us
750 on delivery.

Well done, Bobby, but
maybe now you can explain to me. . .

. . .how we're gonna find
an extra $250,000.

I thought you did this all the time.

You're the money man, not me.

If I had the money,
I wouldn't need you, now would l?

He's not here. Can I take a message?

Are you ringing the right room?

-It's Bob Spenser.
-Yes, ma 'am.

Can I have his room?

-No, but can I take a message?
-No.

-Good night.
-Good night.

I need to wait in his room.

-That's impossible.
-I'm not just anybody.

We have a relationship. . .

. . .Bob Spenser and l.

-This is an unpleasant situation.
-I just can't-- Good night.

Any messages for Lennox in 306?

No, Mr. Lennox.

Mr. Spenser?

A woman's asking
to be let into your room.

I hope we're practicing
safe sex, Bob.

See you in the morning.

She didn't leave a note.
Her name was Noreen.

-What did she look like?
-You must have walked past her.

-Sort of offbeat, redhead, around 25.
-Okay. Thanks.

-You're bad at this.
-We're just watching you.

I'm FBI. I work for Meeker.

You didn't warn me
about Lane or Noreen!

She might have confused you
with another Bob Spenser.

You wanted to take Artie's ride,
here it is.

We're only halfway home.

-Lane's a piece of work, huh?
-What do you mean only halfway home?

You're using me as bait
for a sting on Lennox.

I didn't lie.
I just didn't tell you everything.

If you want to bail, I'll understand.

I'll say you lost the money.

No, no, I'm in. Let's get this guy.

Just don't bullshit me anymore.

All right.

The truth is. . .

. . .I've been trying to bust
Gorman Lennox for five years.

I finally get Artie in place,
and the whole thing blew up.

-Artie was FBI?
-One of my best undercovers.

Do you think Lane killed him?

Artie's a suicide.
Stay on track here, Ray.

-I need another $250,000.
-What?

They upped the ante.
I'm taking care of it.

You want another 250 grand
on top of the 500 you already lost?

Isn't it your operation?

I'm already out on a limb.
Get serious.

Without that money,
Lennox won't believe me.

If I ran that up the bureau flagpole,
nobody'd salute.

Where the hell
am I supposed to get the money?

Ms. Bodine's got a talent for
finding cash for lost causes.

Damn good at it. Takes a nice cut.

She's getting a finder's fee
for Lennox.

Which is what, five grand?
This is a different ball game.

The commission on this deal's
got to be over 1 00 large.

I'm sure she'd go for it.

She likes living on the edge,
playing in the gutter. . .

. . .seducing men of mystery like Artie.

Like you.

You don't have to.
But it's an option.

You can sell it to her somehow.

-How much are we talking about?
-$250,000.

Bob and I are already at risk
for a million.

We were set to do it ourselves. . .

-. . .but they upped the ante.
-So here we are.

We need 250,000 and Bob
thought-- Thank you.

Bob thought?

Bob thought you might be willing to
cross the line. . .

. . .for the greater good.

I don't get involved in these things.

But you'll show us someone
who does. . .

-. . .and take a fee, right?
-You're commenting on my ethics?

The people you're trying
to help are being butchered. . .

. . .by the government
peace-keeping patrols. . .

. . .and blankets and Rice-A-Roni
ain't gonna change that.

Since when have you cared?

All I'm saying is. . .

. . .before humanitarian aid can work. . .

. . .there's got to be some humanity
to give it to.

He almost sounds like he
believes it.

Who are you dealing with?

If I told you that, you could go
straight to the source. . .

. . .and cut me and old Bob
out here completely.

If you were the type
to get involved in this.

Now, we'll give you 1 0 percent
of the total deal.

That's $1 25,000. That's your share.

We'll allow whatever guarantees
you might need to protect yourself. . .

. . .and your friends
from old Gorman Lennox.

"My friends. "

-You mean 1 0 percent of the front end?
-Right.

So you buy these guns for. . .

. . .what? $1 .25 million?

Then you sell them to your
freedom fighters for $3 million.

I think I'd like 1 0 percent
of the back end.

$300,000. Is that fair, Bob?

You don't care if it's fair
but it's nice of you to ask.

I like to be completely up-front.
What about you?

Me? I believe in money.

If you can get it, we'll be friends.

Well? Foreplay's over, Lane.

It's time to fuck.

I could do one of my little events.

One of you have to help me
make the sales pitch.

I'd love to stay here tonight. . .

. . .but unfortunately
I have to go to EI Paso.

I'm sure Bob can stay here. . .

. . .and take care of things.

Bob?

-Hey, Bob. The keys.
-Oh, yeah.

-No, thank you.
-Thanks.

So who did kill Bob Spenser?

How do you know he was killed?
I only said he was dead.

How did he die then?

Suicide.

You don't have to be straight
with me. It's okay.

But it doesn't
lend itself to intimacy.

We're intimate, aren't we?

The minute you chose to be Spenser
and I went along with it. . .

. . .we became intimate.

All right, look.

Maybe this is
a bit of a game to you. . .

. . .but if Gorman finds out
you're not Spenser. . . .

Let's just say I want to know
who I'm dealing with.

I'm a guy that Bob Spenser could be,
that could be Bob Spenser.

-Works for everyone.
-You're making fun of me.

No.

In another context. . .

. . .I could be stable.
I could be married, raise a kid.

Same guy, different story.

Which is the guy I'm attracted to?

I don't know.

Either way, I should just trust you?

Yeah.

I'm just being honest.
One of us should try it.

Okay, we're being honest here?

Tell me. . .

. . .what's between you and Lennox?

It's ancient history.
It's not important.

Trust me.

Coffee?

Yeah. Thanks.

Great.

Lane, I need. . . .

I need to keep our relationship. . .

-. . .on a business level.
-For right now, or forever?

You don't want to get involved
with me.

We'll do the deal. . .

. . .then I disappear.

I've never met anyone like you.

You're honest. . .

. . .even when you're lying.

-We have a call in the house.
-Tell them to call back.

Hi there! How are you?

-Great to see you. Super party.
-Thanks.

Take it to the table in front.

-Shall we go?
-Oh, sure.

Hello.

Nice to see you.

Good.

I want to show you something.

It's a letter. Here.

This might give you an idea of what
we're up against.

Here's a pen.

You like horses?

Not especially.
This looks like a good one.

You're right. He is.

We'll ride in the rodeo Friday.

You're not the kind of woman
I'd expect in a rodeo.

I'm not the kind of woman
you'd expect.

Hold that?

Nice.

Antique?

I don't know. Gorman gave it to me.
Could be fake.

How come you knew Spenser
and Lennox didn't?

Spenser found me.

Spenser was a sleazy grifter
who said he had a lot of money.

I set up a meeting with Gorman
to get him off my back.

They deserved each other.

And there's a finder's fee.

Come on, Bob. Look around you.

Do I really need a finder's fee?

No, but 300 grand
from that arms deal. . .

. . .could buy you a lot of hay
and Persian rugs.

Lennox and you like this game.

You pull in someone like Spenser. . .

. . .maybe scam him, maybe not.

Maybe you guys are scamming me.

You make a pile of money,
come back here. . .

. . .and pretend you're interested
in worthy causes.

I give the money from these
deals to those who need it.

-300,000 can do a lot of good.
-Noble.

-I don't have to justify myself.
-No. . .

. . .but it's a fine line
separating you and Lennox.

Sometimes that's all you got.

You want to know about Gorman?

This is the picture:

I was 20.
I believed in good and evil. . .

. . .and he was the sexiest man
I'd ever seen.

He was smart and dangerous.

And that was a huge turn-on.

I didn't know any better.
I had a trust fund. I was bored.

One day he came home. . .

. . .put a gun to my head
and pulled the trigger.

Just to see my face
when I realized it was empty.

What's he doing in your life?

Gorman's like a virus.

Once you got him, you got him.

And now you've got him.

But you're not bored anymore, are you?

You're chasing your tail here.

It's an open-and-shut case.

Artie stole from the FBI,
and Artie's dead.

So, what happened?

Artie was a burnout.

I should have
got him some professional help.

I guess he just decided to
help himself to bureau funds.

When he discovered you guys
creeping up on him, he killed himself.

Well, okay.

Thanks a lot.

-Thanks.
-No problem.

-Take it easy.
-See you.

Drop what you're doing and
get on this case.

-You may have to go to Denver.
-What about Ray?

-Don't worry about it.
-All right.

Our national anthem!
And we are ready to rumble.

And here's the first rider....

Look out, Jess Frank.

Man, I hope he is okay tonight.

You can laugh at him but you gotta
respect the Job they do...

...our clowns and bullfighters.
Give them a round of applause.

A great job they do.
Here in New Mexico....

You'll fall from your chair
before I fall from Blade.

I want to get a good seat.

How about a good-luck kiss?

Thanks.

-See you back here at the truck.
-Yep.

We got a kiss, Blade.

That concludes our bull riding,
and it was great.

Let's give them
a big round of applause.

We'll go from bull riding...

... to the cloverleaf barrel race.

Let's welcome
all these ladies tonight.

All of our barrel racers.

Excuse me.

We're all set for Thursday.

Smokin' in the Rockies,
rockin' in the Smokies.

And here she comes
around the first turn.

And to the final turn...

...it's a dash for cash
down the homestretch.

Let's go to our next barrel racer.

We need to have Mr. Bob Spenser.

Bob, if you're listening...

-...please check in....
-I'll be right back.

Let's welcome our next racer.

Here is Sally Price
from Harrison, Arkansas.

Here she comes....

Hi.

-I'm Bob Spenser. You paged me.
-Oh, yes. Miss!

-That girl wanted to talk to you.
-Thank you.

Hi.

You're not who I was looking for.

-Are you Noreen?
-Listen, mister--

You were looking for Spenser
at La Fonda hotel.

-No! Wait!
-Hey, watch it.

Noreen, I just want to talk to you!
Listen to me!

-I can help you.
-You're not FBI?

No!

-You're not FBI?
-No!

Okay, but we gotta
go someplace safe.

I have a white Volkswagen.

-They followed me.
-Who?

The feds. They want their money.

They know where the money is.

They said if I found Bob for them,
they would let me off.

I came here because Bob
loves the rodeo.

-Bobby's dead.
-Oh, Jesus.

You sure they were feds? FBI?

I told him it wouldn't work,
to just give the money back.

What wasn't gonna work?

Ten days ago,
his friend shows up. . .

. . .says he has a plan to get
the FBI off us.

That way we could stay together
and still keep the money.

What was his name?

It wasn't Bobby's idea
to take the money from the bureau.

He just wanted to stay with me.

-What was the friend's name?
-I don't know!

I have a picture of the three of us.

Maybe it's in my car.

Ray. Hey, Ray!

FBI. Internal Affairs.

We just want to
ask you some questions.

Let's take a ride.

Hey! What the hell?

-Give me the keys.
-They're in it.

What happened? Where's Bob?

Wait a minute!
Gorman, my horse is tied to the back!

We've been looking all over
New Mexico for you.

We didn't expect you
to call yourself Spenser.

Maybe you were in on it
and helped Artie.

Four months ago,
a lot of money disappeared. . .

. . .from bureau impound.

-Sound familiar?
-No.

You don't have to answer.

Yeah, questions.
A lot of unanswered questions.

We're taking you to the police.

You won't need a lawyer unless
you're hiding something.

What's he doing?

Wave him by.

What's he doing?

Hey, watch out!

You guys drunk?

My God, what happened to you?

-Where's Gorman?
-I don't know.

He took off with the truck.
He didn't say anything.

I just want to know
what's going on.

You don't even know who I am.

My name is Ray Dolezal. I'm a cop.

I'm trying to figure out
who killed Spenser.

I'm sorry.

Get the car.

Get the car!

He's back.

Ray?

You all right?

Who killed that girl tonight?

-We should tell somebody.
-I think I can keep you out of this.

I don’t want to be kept out of this.

I care about you.
I don’t care about Lennox or the FBI.

I care about you.

I want you.

I'm married, Lane.

You want to go back to your wife?

Do you need money?

I can get you money.

You can pay off the feds,
make them disappear.

I'll get you some money.

Oh, God!

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. . . .

Yes!

Oh, God! Yes.

Get down, Deputy Ray.
Get down.

Oh, yes. Oh, thank you!

God. . . .

Don't do it!

The guys at the rodeo
were FBI too, right?

It's a big Bureau,
lots of headless horsemen.

-Can I put on pants?
-You killed them.

Go ahead, shoot me. Do it!

You think it'll solve things?

The murder of a federal agent?

My first concern was the operation's
integrity. It was a judgment call.

-Go outside.
-I'm fine.

Wait in the car.

The less you know, the better.

-You drilling her, Ray?
-Did Artie know the money was stolen?

Washington wouldn't fund my
sting so I borrowed it.

Artie went ballistic when
Internal Affairs showed up.

So you killed him, left the cash,
and hoped he'd be blamed.

-No, not me. I told Artie the truth.
-Your truth.

I'm putting on my pants.

Jesus!

Ray, Ray, Ray.

You'll appreciate this story.

When I finally found Artie. . .

. . .he's holed up
in the local Ranch Motel. . .

. . .waiting for Lennox,
thanks to your friend Lane.

His plan has come apart.
Reality is setting in.

He thought I was gonna save him.

I drive us out to nowhere and
then I tell him the truth.

His wife knows. . .

. . .he's fucking Noreen
and he's fucking Lane!

-Bullshit.
-Ask her!

Bring Lane in here and ask
if he wasn't in before you!

I tell him that his life is shit. . .

. . .and we're both fucked. . .

. . .and there's no way out.

And then. . .

. . .I handed him the gun
and said, "You go first, buddy. "

And he shot himself.

-I walked to town.
-I'm arresting you for his murder.

And they'll believe you.
What picture will they be seeing?

Small-town redneck who possibly
stole money from the FBI. . .

. . .telling tales about a respected
senior minority agent. . .

. . .who hasn't so much as a
bug stain on his record.

I'm out of the loop.

Artie's dead. Noreen's fingered
you as the accomplice.

She's dead.

All you've got is a Polaroid, cowboy!

Means nothing!

It's just another snapshot.

If I help you bust Lennox,
what happens?

Then you're a hero.
You get to go home.

I say Artie stole the money. You and me
took a lemon and made lemonade.

It's your only move.

You get back to me now, Ray.

I'll be here. Waiting.

Lane?

What are you doing here?

-Have you seen Lane?
-No. You all right?

I want to show you something.

They made this a working holiday.
Do you believe that?

Our tax dollars, hard at work.

Good always triumphs over evil.

Come on. Let's see
how much they know. Hop in.

My number-one rule in life. . .

. . .is don't let people intimidate you.

Here you go. Payback.

-You are a disappointment.
-I'm working for the FBI.

No, you're not. I know who you are.

I made calls.

I know about Greg Meeker
and his pathetic little scam.

I'm C-fucking-IA, Bobby.

Meeker doesn't know shit.
He can't touch me.

They don't tell him that, though.
Officially, I don't exist.

I can't.

My profit's my reward. . .

. . .for selfless service to
God and country.

No!

What's the fuck's wrong?
I brought them here for you.

They're the only ones
that can connect Artie to you.

-Nobody'll ever know.
-I will.

Yeah?

Well, we're partners.
I'm action and you're money.

We could be legendary.

This isn't about sides.
This is about confusion.

This is about creating enemies.

The goddamn world's falling apart.

Peace reigns. Freedom reigns.

Democracy rules.

How can we keep
the military/industrial complex. . .

. . .chugging forward without
clear-cut, pit-faced. . .

. . .scum-sucking evil
breathing down our neck?

Threatening our very shores.

Now, my job is to make sure. . .

. . .the other side keeps on fighting.

Whatever side
we're officially not on this year.

But that's water under the bridge.

You helped raise the money with Lane.

You came through for me.

It's set up.
We meet them tomorrow.

No.

Get the fuck away from me.
You're crazy.

I'm not going anywhere.

Where's the money?
I need the quarter mil.

Where is she?
Where is she?!

You can't win here, Ray.
Dealer holds the card.

Look, hey, we'll trade Lane
for the cash.

She said you had it. See you.

Bury them if you want.

Lane?

Lane!

Ever been to White Sands?
It's not sand. It's gypsum.

Man, not this noise again!

We're going for a little ride.

It's easier if you rip it off.

Oh, shit! You son of a bitch!

You'll see the light soon. . .

. . .and remember the only way out
is to help me get Lennox!

Guess what, Greg? Lennox is CIA.

That's bullshit!

Who the fuck told you that? Ray!

So what if he's CIA?
So what if he's in on Artie's deal?

It's not gonna save your ass!
You're losing it, Ray!

Losing it the same way Artie did!

We both know
what happened to him!

The farther you go down that river,
the harder it is to return!

You listening to me, Ray?

Last night, that call I made?
FBI Internal Affairs in D.C.

I said I was Artie's accomplice,
and I'd meet them here.

I don't get it.

Lennox killed the Feds
who think I'm the accomplice.

Anybody could be
Artie's accomplice now, right?

Anybody.

-Like you, for instance.
-Oh, man. Look, Ray. . . .

-Don't do this!
-I told them to send one guy.

Just one, or I'd bolt.
My first concern being the operation.

You know this is not gonna work!

You got lots to think about. Choices.

You could try
to explain everything to the FBI.

It's a long shot, but you are
a senior minority agent. . .

. . .without even a bug stain
on your record.

Or you could kill him
and take the money and run.

You like choices?

I'm glad you got my clue.

Where's Lane? That was the deal.

She's down the road, by the entrance.

-You don't trust me.
-Where's the money?

Oh, it's right in there.

-Why'd you put it in there?
-I wanted a chance to get away.

You're so goddamn cynical.

I thought you quit smoking.

Looks like I have no willpower.

You sure the money's in the case?

I thought we had a mutual trust here.

You're making me sad.

Maybe we can hook up again someday.

No. Too wild for me.

It's a bunch of bureaucratic bullshit.

They have an agenda, so do l.
But you know what? It works.

Yeah, it's the CIA way.

It's beautiful.
It keeps corruption to a minimum.

I'm gonna go while you're in there.

Oh, I know.

Ray!

Ray!

Very fucking funny!

Who the fuck else
is out there, huh? Ray!

I heard gunshots. He's dead, isn't he?

Yeah.

I guess that's it.

You can give
the money back to the donors. . .

. . .or a cause you believe in.

I thought I had.

-Are you in love with your wife?
-Yeah, I am.

Are you in love with me?

I could have been.

-Is this yours?
-New hat, yeah.

-Molly bought it for my birthday.
-Molly. . . .

Let's see.

Looks good on you.

Be careful.

We found our money
in the trunk of the car.

-Half a million.
-Also footprints into the dunes.

No!

Subtitles by
Ma Sju-lej aka Sun Wu-kchung