All language subtitles for Chameleon 1995

(GRUNTS)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Damn it!

The place looks like
West Com Pharmaceutical.

Welcome to the wonderful
world of cocaine.

If you can't smuggle it,

cut out the middleman
and process it yourself.

Well, well, well, well.

We may just get lucky yet.

(SCREAMING)

There's no way that
bust goes wrong unless
somebody tipped it!

I'm telling you, Gianni,
it's not an agent!

I handpicked these guys!

Or maybe Lindam and Nelson
wrote their confessions

on a piece of paper
before they had their
heads blow off!

Aw, you're right.

The leaks gotta be
on my side.

I don't even know
these guys out there.

Three months I'm here.
I can't even remember
my secretary's name.

Cindy.

Cindy.

Who else knew about
the investigation?

Aw, it could be anybody.

(SIGHS)

Well, we've still got
the tie to the prison
and Pazatto.

Yeah.
One small snag.
No evidence.

Listen,

you run around here
pointing the finger,

and everybody guilty
or innocent is gonna start
covering their asses.

That's not gonna
get you anywhere.

You worried
about me, Tommy?

We're not in New York
anymore, Mat.

Tell me about it.

It's very political
out here.

These people offend easily.

They do, huh?

I got a leak in my
office and a bunch
of dead agents, okay.

Fuck politics.

I called Washington.

We're gonna need
some outside help.

Couldn't we do this
in a coffee shot
like normal people?

I suppose we could.

It wouldn't be half as
entertaining though.

You bureaucratic guys
just love this

clandestine bullshit,
don't you?

Well, sometimes
it's bullshit.
Sometimes it isn't.

You got any questions?
Yeah.

How does Gianni fit in?

He doesn't.

Gianni was running an
investigation in L.A.

We didn't know
anything about it.

It almost led him
to Cortessi.

We couldn't let that happen.
We had to tip it off.

We had no idea that
that place was wired.

It's always the same.
The suits screw it up,

guys like us
have to pay for it.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Gianni thinks
he has a leak
in his office.

He's requested
a "clean" agent.

Well, you're the best.

And then he stumbled
on to something', maybe
he leads us to Cortessi.

But he can't know
anything about it.

You interested?

You knew damn well
there was no way
I'd walk away from this.

Gianni won't be easy.
Don't worry about Gianni.

I can handle him.

Good.

You don't mind
the red-eye, do you?

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

NURSE: Here it is!

You have
a little daughter.

(WILLIE CHEERING)

We have a little girl!
(LAUGHING)

Oh, look at her!

Honey, she looks
so beautiful.

Look at her.
Dad, Dad...

Yeah.
Dad...

Do you want to cut
the cord here?
Sure.

All right.
Right there.
Nice and easy.

Okay.
Ah, ha. Very good.

Congratulations.

Oh, honey.
Oh, baby, we did it.

You did it.
She's so beautiful.

(LAUGHING)

Willmmaaa!

(WILLIE SHUSHING)

Do yourself a favor, Chief,
and find another bench.

Hey, man,
I hear you need
an honest agent.

Where in the hell'd
you steal that?
(GIGGLING)

Hey, listen,

at three o'clock,

I want you to be
at 10271, 6th Street.

Go inside the lobby,

wait for five minutes, man.
If you're not being followed,

there'll be a cab
waiting for you outside.

If there's no cab,
go home, man.

I'll call you later,
I'll contact you.

We got a lot of
catching' up to do.

What are you talking about?
What the hell is this?

Later, Chief.

Oh, you gotta be
kidding me.

Willie Serling?

Hop in, Chief.
The meter's running.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Come on in, Chief.

Come on.

You can't be too careful.
There's a lot of weirdos
running' around out there.

Take me for example.

You live here, do you?
For the time being.

So what the hell ever
happened to you, Willie?

Been working', man.
Been under.

How you been, Chief?

(SIGHS) How long
you been back?

A lawyer is a lawyer
is a lawyer.

You writing' a book?

Let's call it
professional curiosity.

Long enough.

How often do you
come up for air?

I don't.

Is this a job interview?

I was under the impression
that you were looking
for an agent.

If you're not, it's okay.
I'll be on my way.
But if you are...

There's a couple of rules.

Number one,
I call the shots.

Try again.

I took this assignment
'cause I like you.

Most people think
you're an asshole.

But I think you're
uncompromising.

And that's good.

My ass is on
the line in this.

I call all the shots.

What the hell are you
trying to do to me, huh?

This guy is a nut-bar!

Nut-bar.
Where's you get that?
(LAUGHING)

STUART: Hey, look,
he's been totally cleared
to work again.

Are you kidding me?

It doesn't take Sigmund Freud
to realize this guy's
over the edge.

You know what
you don't like, Johnny,

is the fact that
you're not in control.
That's all.

Oh, please, spare me
the fifty-cent psychology
lesson, all right?

This is not the same guy
I used to know.
He hasn't recovered.

He probably never will.

He can get the job done.
Isn't that what you need?

He's going
inside of a prison.

I'm the only one who knows
he's gonna be in there.

Do you have any idea
what I'm saying?

Oh, yes.
That's exactly why
I sent him.

Trust me, Matt.

He's perfect for
this kind of thing.

Did you just say, "Trust me?"
I heard you say, "Trust me."

You know something,
Langston, you would
fit in very well out here.

This is me hanging up.

(DISCONNECTED TONE)

(SIGHS)

So that's when we
discovered the desert lab.

Stumbled.
You stumbled into it.

You busting'
my balls here, Willie?

All right, I admit, in any
successful investigation

there's a certain
element of luck.

Yeah? Well,
I don't believe in luck.

We believe the lab
belonged to
the Pazatto Family.

Currently,
Giovanni Pazatto's
serving 10 to 15

in Hawley Federal Prison,
but we know he's still
pulling the family strings.

We couldn't nail him
on the outside,

so we're gonna give it
a shot on the inside.

Which is where
you come in.

I, uh, put together
a record for you.

Gave you a name
that ends with a vowel.

Should make you
very attractive.

How's your Italian?

(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)

Good.

Okay.
That'll make it easier.

Yeah, well, while I'm
cozying up to Pazatto

risking my life
eating prison food,

what are you
gonna be doing?

Trying to find a leak
in my brand new office.

Oh, yeah?
Well, good luck, Chief.

That's why I stayed under.

Bad guys are always bad.
But the good guys?
Who knows?

(DOO KNOCKING)

Thought you said
you had no social life?
I don't.

That's Tom Wilson,
my lead agent.
I told him to meet us here.

Yeah, I guess
we're done then.

Hey, Willie, Willie,
Willie, relax, will ya?

This guy's okay.
I guarantee it.

He's not just my best agent,
he's my closet friend.

All right? You gotta
trust somebody here.

Trust me, Chief,
and consider
yourself blessed.

This is ridiculous.
How do you know
you can even trust me?

'Cause you're the one
who clicked his heels
together three times.

Can't get back
to Kansas if you
screw the good witch.

(MUMBLING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(CORTESSI LAUGHING)

ELLEN: No! (SCREAMS)

(CORTESSI LAUGHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

PAZATTO: Anthony Tavoni.

34 years old.

Convicted of two counts
armed robbery,

$150,000 worth
of computer hardware.

Any chance you know
how to use this computer
hardware, Mr. Tavoni?

Does a fat Italian
smell like garlic?

(CHUCKLES)

WILLIE: I never steal
anything I can't use.

That would be wrong.

Well, you're in luck today,
my friend.

You're lucky to be Italian

and you're lucky that
I need someone who
understands computers.

May I call you Anthony?

No. Only my mother
calls me Anthony.

You can call me Tony.

Tony.
Oh! Tony's all right.

Tony, where was
your father born?

Palermo.

Palermo.

Parla Siciliano
con il genitori, Tony?

Not a damn word.

Oh, that's too bad.

Tradition is
a beautiful thing.

Never, never deny
the blood, Tony.

Remember that.
Always remember that.

Yeah, well,
my mother was Irish.

She was tougher
than my old man.

She would've told you
where you could shove
your tradition.

(LAUGHING)

I like you.
You're interesting.

You see,
we take care
of our own here.

How would you feel
about coming' to
work for me? Hmm?

I don't need a job.
My room, meals,
provided for.

Make things very
comfortable for you here.

What makes you think
that you can trust me

with whatever the hell
it is you're doing' here?

Unfortunately, Tony,
in a federal prison,

it's not the ideal place
to find suitable applicants.

You were the best
we could do.

And I don't
trust anyone. Hmm?

How soon can you move
me out of the stinking'
hole that I'm in?

Moving' you as we speak.
(LAUGHING)

(MAN SPEAKING OVER PA)

SINISI: Pazatto's got
the Warden in his pocket.

Nobody enters this section
unless they're family.

Hey, give me one of them.

Come on.

To hell with Mexico.

We process it right here
in the good old U.S. of A.

Kind of makes you wanna
sing the national anthem.

(CHUCKLING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

You gotta be shitting me.

Well, the good news is,
they like me.

They really like me, Chief.

WILLIE: Milk is pure coke,
cakes are kilos.

We cut it with sugar.

And we move all the decimal
points down two spaces
on the prices.

It looks like we're running
a damn bakery here.

Production's up
twenty-three percent.
Yeah.

Yeah. Cortessi's
gonna be pleased,
real pleased with this.

I was under the impression
that I work for you.

Cortessi I don't know.

You do work for me.
Cortessi you don't need
to know about.

That's how it works.
You understand that?

Run through this
again for me.

(MEN LAUGHING)
(MAN OVER PA)

Hey, Tony.

Do you think you could
teach me how to run one
of these computers?

Not unless
you're in for life.

(LAUGHING)

He give you
the zuma-zuma!

You know what
a zuma-zuma is?
Yeah.

You know what
a zuma-zuma is?
(LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Have a drink of
water over there.

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(BLOWS)

(BOTH BLOWING)

(BURPS)

(BURPS)

Hey, Tony.

Anybody ever tell you,
you eat like a pig?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GLASS CLINKING)

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

To the egghead over here.

The weirdest son of a bitch
I ever seen in my life!

(ALL CHEERING)

PAZATTO: To the egghead!

(PAGER BEEPS)

What brings you
down here, Tony?

I'm waiting for
a phone call.

From who?

The FBI, you shit-head.
What's it to you?

It's some broad,
isn't' it?

Jeez, Giancarlo,
you're a genius,
you know that?

If Pazatto finds out
you're down here,
he ain't gonna like it.

The phones are off limits.
(INHALES)

(INHALES)
Oh, really?

And what the hell are you
doing down here then?

Hey, we all got private
business on the outside.

You ain't the first one
to sneak down here.

Is she worth it?

I let her shave my head.

(LAUGHING)

Federal emergency, pal!

Who is this idiot?

Either find another phone
or you're under arrest.

I wouldn't let no broad
shave my head.

(INHALES)

If you saw this broad,
you'd let her shave
whatever she wanted.

(INHALES)

You need some of this?

I never touch that shit.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yo.

Yeah, it's me.
Where the hell
have you been?

Hey, baby doll.

What?

Hang on a second,
would you?

Give me some privacy,
would ya?

She wants me to
talk dirty to her.

Oh!

Paisan, ask her
if she'll shave my ass.

Hey, honey,
you own a lawn mower?

No, Willie,
I got a weed-eater.

What the hell's
going on there?

(DOOR CLOSING)

Get me out of here, Chief.

Make it legitimate.

I don't wanna
burn any bridges.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I got the whole operation
on floppy disc.

It's 10 times bigger
than we ever thought.

It's unbelievable.

So when do we move?

We don't.
We follow the money.

Nobody cleans
this much cash
without a lot of help.

WILLIE: Hey, Stuart,
having a lot of fun
here at camp.

Going fishing tomorrow.
I'm hoping to find
some good bait.

Gimme a call.
Tell you all about it.

(BEEP TONE)

You like the pasta, huh?
Outstanding.

Almost as good
as prison food.

Thank you.

Don't take it so hard.

We had a black hat
chef on the inside.

Killed a waiter for
putting steak sauce
on the Beef Wellington.

(CHUCKLES)

Pazatto had me
followed from prison.

What happened to the guy
that was tailing you?

Come on, Chief.
You're sitting with
me right now,

and you're not sure
who I am.

What chance do you think
the guy on the street had?

Listen, Willie,
I never really had an
opportunity to, uh,

talk to you after
what happened to Ellen,
and um...

I admire that you do
what you had to be done.

And I'm sorry.

That's a bitchin'
alarm system
you got there, Chief.

How much that set you back?

Two grand.

You got ripped off.

I know.

It's okay.

Outside of what
I got on floppy disc,

which they
don't know about,

you look like Inspector
Clouseau at the moment.

Yes, well...

I'll get you an ashtray.

So why wait?

I mean,
between what you know

and what we got
on this computer disc,

we got enough to take down
the whole prison right now.

Two reasons.

Number one,
if you wanna
hurt these guys,

you gotta go
after their money,

and I know where it goes.

Number two.

Pazatto ain't the head
of the snake.

You know who is?

A guy named Cortessi.

Used to be a hitman
for the mob, big time.

Albert Cortessi?

Is he a friend of yours?

We tried to indict
this guy twice
in the New York office.

He'll kill you for cutting
in line, this guy.

If this money trail
leads us to Cortessi,
I'll kiss you.

That's quite
an incentive, Chief.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

What kind of animal
would live in a dump
like this?

(MAN TALKING ON TV)

Thank you all.

Mr. Conwell?

I was informed
just before I came in here
by someone on my staff,

that we're going ahead
with the replacement computer

for the money
transfer system.

Of course, I was
going to tell you...
I don't appreciate

other people making
my decisions.

That's my department,
so, either let me run it
or get someone else.

Let me know
what you decide.
Thank you.

She does say what's
on her mind, doesn't she?

Betty, did I have
any calls?

Oh, uh, Jill, Jill,
this is Mr. Bill Sadler.

He's the independent
auditor we've been
hearing about.

Hi.
Bill, this is
Ms. Hallman.

Hello. It's a pleasure
to meet you.
Hmm.

Oh, don't you just
love the accent?

I was just saying,
we don't often get
such handsome auditors.

Well, if you're trying
to soften me up,

you're going
about it the right way.

Actually, I don't often
get such pleasant
and beautiful auditees.

(CHUCKLES)
Coffee?

Ms. Hallman...
It was lovely
to meet you, Betty.

Oh, you too, Bill.

I'm really quite
looking forward
to working with you.

Nice technique.

I beg your pardon?
Oh, the old fashion
chivalry routine.

You don't get that
much anymore.

But it worked
really well with Betty.

You don't approve?
Oh, I don't know.

I'm sure that
it's lot better than
the macho caveman thing.

Anyway, I'm sorry.
I've got meetings
all day long,

so, if we need to talk,
you're gonna have to
set up a time with Betty.

It was nice to meet you.

Oh, and you. Yes.

(MORRIS SINGING)
* How do I, how do I
How do I leave when it's you?

* Chariot, chariot,
sweeten and sugarcane

* Kiss me, kiss me
till I feel no pain *

You're not the same
Bill Sadler

who sang backup
for the Coasters,
are you?

No.
Oh! Too bad.

I heard he'd
gone into banking.

You, uh, you don't sing
at all, do you?
A little, uh,

shoo-be-doo-bop
here and there
something like that?

Unfortunately,
shoo-be-doo-bop's
a little out of my league.

Do-lang Do-lang,
maybe.

Oh, a man after
my own heart.

Hi, Morris Steinfield.

William Sadler.

You know, there never
was a William Sadler
that sang with the Coasters.

Whoa, you really are
an auditor.

Actually, that's
a little bit I use on
all the new people.

If they slam the door
in my face,

I immediately start
lobbying to get them fired.

If they don't...
I invite them to join
us all at Happy Hour.

What happens
if they actually start
singing with you?

Well, that only happened
once, and I married her.

To tell you the truth,
I'm not sure what I'd do
if it happened again.

Well, thank God I wasn't
the one to find out.

(LAUGHING)

Look, I'll have to
take a rain check

on those drinks,
if that's okay.

Well, the gals
will be disappointed.

I'll just have to see
what I can do to
ease their pain.

(LAUGHING)

* Cherry lips, cherry lips,
cherry, cherry, ooh *

(HUMMING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)
KID: Mommy.

Mommy, please come out.

(CAMERA CLICKING)
KID: Mommy!

(KID CRYING)

WOMAN: Honey, okay, sweetie.
Sweetheart, what happened?

It's okay.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

(SOBBING)
It's okay.

(KEYS CLACKING)

That's a nice little
monthly bonus,
Ms. Hallman.

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Morris, are you busy?

At the risk of my future
in banking, no.

What can I do for you?
Yoo-hoo.

Morning. Um...

What do you know
about Ms. Hallman?

Are we talking
professionally or non?

Um, strictly social.

I know two things.
I want her
and I can't have her.

Well, that pretty much
sums it up.

Um, is she available?

This I don't know.

For such information
you must speak with Betty.

Oh, great. Great.

Oh, one more thing.

But just so there
are not misunderstandings,
let me say.

I am a happily married
man with three beautiful
children who I love dearly.

However,
I would drop them all
like a bad rash

for 10 intimate minutes
with Ms. Hallman.

Right.
Understood.

(SIGHS) Good luck.

Right. Right.

Betty.

Twenty-eight years old,
5'7", 118, pounds,

athletic, loves
Bruce Springsteen.

Never been married,

eats tuna fish
at least three times
a week.

Masters degree
from USC in finance.

And...

Rumor has it,

and I emphasize
the word "Rumor",

she has been dating
our dear old President,
Jason Ainsley.

Which, of course,
is strictly taboo,
based on company policy.

So they have to
be very discreet.

Well, apparently not
discreet enough.

You're quite amazing,
Betty.

Oh, thanks, doll.

It always pays to
be on good terms
with the auditor.

If you know what I mean.

Absolutely.
Oh.

Hi, Bob.
BOB: Hi, hi.

Is, uh, there a problem?

No, no, certainly not.

Betty was just giving
me some insight how

the office secretarial
staff operates.

BOB: She should know.

Don't tell anybody,
but she actually
runs this place.

Oh.

You're in good hands.

Yeah, she's...
She's a peach.
Oh.

PREACHER: And when
the evil perpetrator

casts the first
nuclear stone,

the Almighty
will snatch it

from its course
of destruction

and hurt it back
from whence it came!

And then sinners...

Sinners like you, sir...
Get outta here.

Sinners like you
will burn in hell!
Get lost, pal.

While those of us
who accept the grace

will rejoice
in the word!

Hey, Chief!

Chief!

How's it hanging?
Willie...

There's gotta be an
easier way to do this.

Well, sure there is,
but it wouldn't be half
as entertaining.

Um, here's the latest on
nuclear disarmament.

My money's on Ms. Hallman.

She's got access,
the know-how

and a hidden
ballooning bank account.
Have a nice day.

My children!

Can I hear amen?

Can I hear it? Amen!

Amen.

Ms. Hallman.

Oh, come in.

Sorry to, uh,
to barge in on you
like this.

We need to talk.

Sit down.
No, actually, I'm fine.

What's this about?

Morris Steinfield.

You're kidding me.
He's one of the best
people I've got.

I know. I know.
I really don't know
what to say.

Could we talk about
this over lunch?
I'm starving.

Um, well, uh, yes.

I guess so.
Good.

Good, good. Excellent.

Actually, you know, I...
I normally bring lunch

and eat in the park.

You could have half
my tuna sandwich
if you'd like.

Okay.

Sure.

Great, great.

So I'll meet
you in the park
in 15 minutes.

Right.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Hi.
Hello.

Please, um, sit.
Sit down.
What is this?

Oh! This is lunch.

That's tuna,
kosher dills, and chips.
Please sit down.

And you do this often?

Well, yes. Every day.

I hope you don't mind
red wine with tuna.

I suppose you always
carry two of everything,
just in case.

Well, you never know
when a friend drops by.

So, what about
Morris Steinfield?

Well, I'm afraid
there's only enough
for two.

No, I mean,
what was it that
you wanted to tell me?

Oh, that.

He's doing a great job.

You couldn't tell me
that in my office?

Well, of course I could.

But it wouldn't be half as
entertaining now, would it?

Would you, uh,
care for a Pringle?

Thank you.

WILLIE: Come on, honey.
Don't be mad.

I spent
150 bucks on dinner.

And let you ride my Jaguar.

WILLIE: What's a guy have
to do these days?

Oh.

Burn, baby, burn.

No dessert tonight, slick.

(PHONE RINGS)

What?

Good morning, Chief.
You alone?

That's very funny.
What do you want?
What time is it?

What do you know
about Jason Ainsley?

For this you woke me?

One minute
I don't call enough,

the next man,
I call too much.
Make your damn mind up.

All right,
all right, all right.
Uh, local celebrity.

Golf with the governor.
That type of crap. Why?

He any good?
How the hell do I know?
I never played with him.

Get a grip, Chief.
At the bank.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

If reputation
means anything,
he's great.

Got any power politically?

He can pull a few strings.

Well, thanks, Chief.

No, no. Thank you.

You know, if you
got a little sleep,

you wouldn't be
so damn grumpy.

(BEEP TONE)
Chief?

You can stay wherever
it is you are

and I'll meet you
there if you like.

Dreaming of exotic places?

(CHUCKLES)

No, not exactly.

What's up?

Well, this may appear
as a bold move at first,
but bear with me.

You're probably thinking,
"This chap's a little weird,

"but the whole tuna sandwich
thing touched me somehow.

"And I'd go out to dinner
with him in a minute

"if only I knew
him a little better."
Am I right?

I knew it.
I could tell from
the look in your eyes

that we speak the same
language more or less.

But before
you say anything,

perhaps I can bring you
up-to-date on my life,
such as it is,

to ease any concerns
that you may have regarding

joining me
for dinner tonight.

Behold, the four
stages of a man

as captured by Kodak.

This is a man on a rug,
age four months.

Um, quite naked. Um...

This is the first day
of Junior Soccer League.

This is Senior Social Dance.

Uh, or prom,
as you Americans
call it.

And this is me
appallingly drunk
at my 21st birthday.

To know me is to love me.
How does seven-ish sound?

Make it 7:30.

Give me
a little time to, uh,

put together some
visual aids for...

(CLEARS THROAT)
My presentation.

Hmm, quite right.
It's important,
7:30-ish then.

To tell you the truth,
I was, uh,

surprised that you
said yes to dinner.

How could I say no?

After all,
I've seen you naked.

That's what I meant.

Actually, um,
I heard that
you were, um,

seeing someone
on a regular basis.

Really? Where,
may I ask,
did you hear this?

As if I didn't
already know.

Well, it wouldn't be
proper for me to reveal

my sources now, would it?

Are you?
What?

Seeing someone
on a regular basis?

Oh. Um, no.

No, not anymore.
Good.

Great. Well,
oh, actually, no.
It's not good, is it?

Could we change
the subject?
Yes, yes.

Actually, I'd like to talk
about you for a while.

Despite your
fine presentation
this morning,

I don't know that
much about you.

Well, what would you
like to know?

Are you...

Married, divorced,
or mending a broken heart?

A multiple-choice quiz.
That's fabulous.
I love those.

Well, better safe
than sorry.

Well, um, actually,
it's none of the above.

Oh.

Now that usually means
that you're afraid to
make a commitment.

Good Lord.

I thought I had
the right answer.

That's not fair,
it wasn't on the test.

Oh, okay.
Sorry, no more
trick questions.

Are you?

Am I what?

Afraid to make
a commitment?

Can I...
Can I get back
to you on that?

(JILL CHUCKLING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Well, I had
a wonderful time. Um...

I would like
to invite you up
for a drink,

but I'd prefer
that you didn't read
anything into it.

Hmm.

Well, a drink
would be just fine.

Thank you.
Good.

Is white wine okay?
It's all I've got.

Well, in that case,
I'll have white wine.

Good.

Um, could I have
some, uh, ice
in mine, please?

Ice you said?

It's chilled already.
Oh, great, great.

Um, do you have any,
uh, cheese and crackers?

Cheese and crackers.

Uh...

No. No cheese
and crackers.

You are not gonna
tell me that
you're still hungry?

Well, actually, yes...
Uh, I am.

I unfortunately
have the same
metabolism I had

when I was 15.

(CHUCKLING) Oh,
wouldn't that be great.

I still eat
everything I want,

but now it means
aerobics classes
four times a week.

Cheers.

He looks familiar.

That wouldn't be the somebody
that you're not involved
with anymore, would it?

He could be.

He's rather
a remarkable man.

Oh, so I've heard.

Well, I guess that
just depends on
who you're talking to.

Right. Sorry.
I didn't mean to pry.

It's an
occupational hazard, I guess.

So, um, you, uh,
read Tolstoy?

Oh, no. That's just there
to impress first dates.

Next time
you come over, I'll have
Dr. Seuss back up.

Great. Well, I'll look
forward to that.

(CLINKING)

Thanks.

I just don't feel
like talking about
that right now.

It's not a problem.

I understand.

You know,
I think you do.
I think you do.

You're a very, um...

Very unusual man.

Or maybe I'm just
a little bit drunk.

Maybe

you are
a little bit drunk.

Maybe I should go.

Thanks for the wine.

No, no. Thank you.
I... I really had
a terrific time.

Yes, I had
a terrific time, too.

I, uh...

Well, good night.

(SIGHS)
(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHUCKLING)

(SIGHING) So...

Aren't you gonna come in?

Um, no.
Oh.

Well, I mean,
I'd really love to,

but I, uh, I can't.

You sure?
Yes.

Goodnight.
Bill.

Willie, are you all right?

What is it?

I'm fine.

I just think that, uh,
I had too much to drink.

Oh. Would you like
to stay here for a while?

No, really. I'm...
I'm fine.

I'll, uh,
see you tomorrow.

Good night.

(GROANS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

How are you doing?
Fine, actually.

Um, as you could tell
from last night, I'm not
much of a drinker.

(CHUCKLING)

Hmm. Well,
maybe tonight we
could just take it easy.

But when can
I expect you?

Because I have to time
the soufflé to
the exact minute.

Otherwise, we end up
with spinach pancakes.

Oh, absolutely crucial.
Right.

We should synchronize
our watches then.

Oh, I forgot my watch
this morning,

but I think it's about 5:15

'cause I just saw Morris
go down to Central Cash.

You can tell what time it is
from what time he goes
to Central Cash?

Yes. He always goes
to Central Cast at 5:15.

Oh, he does?
Mmm-hmm.

That's when the
Coastal Racing Corporation
money comes in.

He says the cash
makes him nervous.

But personally, I just think
he's just got a crush on
one of the cashiers.

How 'bout 7:30?

Fine. That would be...

Oh, actually, you know,
eight would be better.

Eight it is.

(WHIRRING)

(RATTLING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Working late, sir?

Well, somebody has to.

How's the game going?

They're up by six
in the third quarter.

I'll tell you what.

I'll wager five dollars
that they've blown it
by the time I get back down.

You're on.
Wait.

SECURITY GUARD: Hey,
Morris, what do you know?

According to my wife
and kids, nothing.
(LAUGHS)

Hey, listen, if you see
Mr. Sadler up there,
tell him

his team just
went down by 12.

I'll be waiting
for my money.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, yeah, Tony.
I'll... I'll do that.

Thanks.

(BEEPING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

My, my, my, Mr. Sadler.

I've never known
an auditor to be
so conscientious.

Good Lord, Morris,
you scared me to death.

Working overtime?

Well, actually, you know,
the banking systems

have become so complicated,

but the boss still
gives us the same
amount to get the job done.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

That's a... That's a shame.
Yes, it is, it is.

Why are you
working so late?

(CHUCKLING) Oh...

My work is never done.

I guess that makes
us both crazy.

I... I tell you what.
Why don't we go
across the street

and grab a couple of beers
and sing some Temptations?

Um, actually, I can't.

I've got a few things
to clean up before
I leave tonight.

But, uh,
maybe next time.

That's too bad.
You know, it's
so difficult

to sing those songs
without a lead vocalist.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

Uh, well, goodnight.

Right you are. Cheerio.

(BEEPING)

(DIAL TONE)

(TELEPHONE BEEPING)

Yeah, Chief, it's me.

Listen, we got to talk.

Meet me at Chez Bavone
in 20 minutes.

Uh-huh. Great.

Willie?

Willie,
I know it's you. Come on.

Willie!

What are you
doing, Chief?

Morris is talking
the drug money and
slipping it into the account

with the track money.
It's all cash.

The only evidence
of what's going on

is that the
cash machine account

don't match
the deposit slips.

All the records
go straight to Morris
and then he alters them.

Hmm.

(FRENCH ACCENT)
Hello, my friends.

The special this evening
is poached salmon

stuffed with crab

and topped with sherry
cream sauce that will
make you cry for joy.

(FRENCH ACCENT)
I'm sorry. I cannot stay.

I'm here to see my friend.

However, the salmon
sounds fantastic.

Perhaps next time.

There is a 10 dollar
minimum per table.
But I'm not staying.

I'll have the steak.
Well done. Please.
Thank you.

(IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Anyway, Morris alters
the cash accounts

to match
the deposit slip.

Then the drug money
is credited to
another account.

Amalgam Allied.
Willie!

What?

You all right?

(AMERICAN ACCENT)
Yeah, I'm fine.

And then the dirty money
gets put in the bank
in Estonia.

And no paper trail.

Um, right. So...

What? Morris is our guy?
Is that what you're saying?

Nah. I mean,
he's the one
pushing the buttons,

but he's not making
the decisions.

He's not exactly
upper management material.

So, who do you think's
behind him?

I don't know yet.

But if I find out,
you can bet that the
next step is Cortessi.

Where're you going?

I've been here too long.
I got to go.

All right. Um...

You sure
you're all right?
Yeah, I'm great. I'm fine.

Okay. Keep in touch.

Yeah, you too. all right,
you take care, Matt.

Matt.

(CHUCKLING) Sadler is
definitely not an auditor.

Which doesn't leave us
too many other choices.

Mr. Steinfeld, most problems
have very simple solutions.

The original plan
was foolproof.

It still is.

What about Ms. Hallman?

They've been seeing
quite a lot of each other.

What if she's
working with him?

She knows
nothing about this.

She can't hurt us.

It's ironic,
don't you think?

Our dealings
with Mr. Cortessi have
become so similar

to the situation which
brought us to him
in the first place.

Sound ventures
brought to decay by
unstable conditions.

Conditions impossible
to predict.

Perhaps there might be
a better time to discuss
how ironic this has become.

Morris, go home.

I'll take care of Sadler.

You will be protected.

Come on.

(SIREN WAILING
IN THE DISTANCE)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(GASPING)

What say you and I
finally have that beer,
Morris?

Come on. I'm buying.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Just a second.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
I'm coming.

Jason!

Hello, Jill.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought
we could talk
a little bit more.

Jason, please,
this is not a good time.

Well, I can see that.

Isn't it a little
late for dinner?

It's none of your business.

What happens
in my apartment
is my business.

Sorry.

No, you're not.

And you're absolutely right.

What happens
in your apartment
is your business.

I've invited a man over,
hoping we'll have
a quick dinner

and if all goes well,
we'll make love.

Is there anything else
you'd like to know?

(GASPS)

Get out.

You are making
a very big mistake!

Well, it' certainly
won't be my first one,
will it?

And, by the way,
I'll be moving out,

if that'll be
convenient for you!

It doesn't matter.

It matters.

To me.

WILLIE: You're gonna
insult me if you don't
have a drink, Moe.

Come on! One beer.

Yeah, that's better, huh?

I want you to talk to me
about Jason Ainsley.

Please...
I can't do that.

Moe, Moe, Moe.
These kinds of conversations
are so useless.

What do you save
by not talking?

You're afraid you're
gonna die, right?

Hell, that's a given.

These guys you work for
are probably gonna kill you
before the sun comes up.

Why worry about that now?

You got to get by me first.

I'm gonna blow
your brains out
unless you start talking

right now!
(CRYING) Oh, my God,
please don't!

Don't do that.

What do you want?

Wow.

That move always
worked so well for me.

It's so theatrical.

Of course,
the gun helps.

You almost wet
your pants there,
didn't you, Moe?

What do you want?

I want you
to help me, Moe.

I know who you work for.

I want them.

Hell,
you're a liability now.

Now much future in that.

Is there now?

I never thought
it would go this far.

Nobody ever does, Moe.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(SIGHS)

My worst nightmare
come true.

A phone call from you
at three in the morning.

Did I get you that robe?
No.

Are you telling me
this couldn't wait
till tomorrow?

Ah, I figured
it was time you
started earning

that retainer
the government's
paying you.

You're a pain in the ass,
you know that, Gianni?

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

I got a guy out in the field.
I think he's having
a nervous breakdown.

(WHISPERING)
Come on in.

Got any coffee?
Nope.

He goes in and out
of characters like
he's Robin Williams.

I'm not even sure
he's aware of it
when it's happening.

I mean, it's like
an out of body thing.

You know, I'm shooting
in the dark here.

But it...
It sounds like...

Borderline
or As if Personality.

People with this disorder
have a sense of self
that's so shallow

that they can become
whoever they're with.

And what would trigger it?

A traumatic event usually
brings it to the surface.

After that, anything
could trigger it.

Tell me about
the behavior patterns.

It all depends
on the severity.

As ifs are great mimics.

Under control, I can see
how it would make him
a hell of an agent.

Allow him to fit in
wherever he wanted.

I think I'm more interested
in what he's like when
he's out of control.

If he is in the throes
of a breakdown,

he could lose
whatever shred
of self he has left.

Essentially,
there would be
no more Willie Serling.

He'd have no personality
of his own.

How do I help him?

Get him to open up.

Establish a real relationship.
That's a step
in the right direction.

He's closed himself
off from the world.

He needs to
let someone in.

If he loses himself
completely, it's...

Likely you'll never
get him back.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(GUN CLICKS)

I knew you'd come.

Come on, Willie.

Come on.

Right here.

It'll make you feel better.

(GUNSHOTS)

(PANTING)

MATT: I'm telling you,
Langston,

we don't bring him in now,
we're gonna lose him.

This guy is working
without a net.

Come on, Matt. I mean,
you ever know an agent

who didn't get wound up
a little too tight
once in a while?

I mean, he's close.
He knows it.
Let him run with it.

I'm not talking about
male menopause here,
all right?

He's not healthy.

You leave him under,

you not only jeopardize this
whole case, but you may
get to write his epitaph!

All right. Okay.

(SIGHING) Maybe you're right.

I'll take
the next flight out.

I'll be at your office
late this afternoon.

All right.

But listen,
pulling him out
will not be that easy.

(SIGHING) I know.

I'll see you
when you get here.

JILL: If you want, you can
stay wherever you are
and I'll meet you there.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you meditating?

(CLEARS THROAT) No.
I'm just taking a break.

Look, I'm sorry
about last night.

I got hung up.

Okay.

I would be willing
to try again.

That way,
I could get even
by serving leftovers.

I'd like that.
Um, just not tonight.

What about tomorrow night?

I can't. I've got
a lot of things
I have to do.

You know what? Forget it.

Well, I wish...

Whatever it is,
I wish you felt like
you could talk to me.

But I wish...

We could talk.

(SIGHING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Sadler.

(SIGHING) Yeah.

I'll be right there.

When the bottom fell out
of the Junk Bond market,

we needed a little
extra cash to shore up
our balance sheet.

Keep the regulators out.

Jason offered to clean
Cortessi's drug money

in exchange
for a little short-term
investment capital.

Yeah, but you're the one
who's fingerprints are
all over the dirty money.

You're the one
who goes down if
the whole thing blows up.

Ainsley's totally insulated.

Oh, Moe...

Cortessi gets to
build a world empire.

Ainsley saves
his reputation,

keeps himself out of jail,
someday runs for mayor.

What do you get?

A new couch?

Tickets to the
Clippers games?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

You got to learn how
to cut a better deal
for yourself, pal.

Now, lucky for you,
I'm an honest man.

And the deal
I'm gonna offer you
is a good one.

What is it?

You wear a wire
and have a little chat
with Jason Ainsley.

In return, you
get to sing harmonies

with something other
than an all-male chorus.

Who, by the way
have some very
interesting techniques

on how to make you
hit the high notes.

Now, I'm just guessing,
but, uh,

I don't think
a good-looking man like you

is too interested in
the prison musical scene.

(SIGHS)

So, if we have a deal,
I wonder if you wouldn't
mind showing me

how you move the money
in and out of Estonia.

(SIGHING)

WILLIE: I don't wanna
scare anybody off.

Have somebody keep an eye
on Morris till I get
the wiretap set.

Willie, I wanna meet again.

Uh, what for, Matthew?

You enjoy trying
to pick me out of a crowd?

Listen, Willie,
no bullshit, all right?

No disguises.
I wanna meet somewhere.

Sorry, Chief. Have your
person call my person.
I got a busy schedule.

Maybe we can
work something out
for next week, huh?

Willie, please.

Oh, and Chief, uh,
whoever you get
to watch Morris,

make sure they're good.

I'm beginning to
like that little guy.

(DIAL TONE)

I've got a job for you.

What are you doing,
Gianni, racking up
that government overtime?

What'd you do?
Ride your bike?

(SIGHING) Yeah.
I had a couple of delays.

Could've called.

You're starting to
sound like my wife.

You got any coffee?

Help yourself.

We could've done this
on the phone, you know.
It's real simple.

Pull Willie out,
or I'm going over
your head.

You know,
you make me laugh.

Everything's so simple
to you, Gianni,
so clear-cut.

You wanna pick up
the phone, go ahead.

You think it was my call?
That's very flattering.

It's no longer
our decision.

It's the CIA's.

What the hell
are you talking about?

They have proof that
Cortessi's been selling
sophisticated military weapons

to third world nations.

He's an A1 priority.

When did the CIA find out
that I was onto Cortessi?

Oh, they knew
before you did.

Why do you think
we gave you Willie?

What are you saying?
That Willie knew about
Cortessi all along?

That's right.

That's why he took the case.

He's been hunting
for Cortessi
for three years now.

Nobody knows him
like Willie.

Cortessi was
the trigger man
on Willie's wife and kid.

(GROANS)

You're just
a surprise a minute,
aren't you, Stu?

Do you assholes
have any idea what
you're doing to this guy?

All right, look, as long
as he's making progress
on the case, he stays in.

That's the way they want it.
He's the best man for the job.

Besides, I told you
it is not our responsibility.

You're a good little boy,
aren't you, Stu?

Don't forget to wash
your hands on the way out.

You listen to me, Matty.

You just do your job,

and you don't get in the way.

This is bigger than you.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

I'm here.

Hi. Uh...

Can you meet me
at, uh, Griffith Park

near the Observatory
in about an hour?

Is everything
all right, Morris?

Yeah, yeah. I just got
a call from Ainsley.

I need to talk to you.

All right, I'll be there
in 45 minutes.

Okay.

(DIAL TONE)

(BEEPS)
Thank you.

(SILENCER GUN SHOT)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

* I'm gonna let it shine
I'm gonna let it shine

* I'm gonna let it shine

* This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine *

Hey, old man.
Get outta here.

I don't recall giving
your ass permission

to come into my bedroom,
my man.

I said get your ass
outta here, nigger.

(CHUCKLES)

Y'all said the
magic word, my man.

I'm history, baby. I'm gone.

Gone. Long gone.
Yeah, yeah.

Y'all have
a good evening', man.
Mmm-hmm.

(SILENCE GUN SHOTS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

You best be watching
who you call nigger, Chief.

Get your ragged white ass
outta my chair!

Easy now.
There's no gun here.

All right?
You understand?
No weapon.

If you're gonna
make yourself comfortable
in my apartment,

you best be parking
your car in a place where
I can see it when I come up.

I could clean blow
your head off.

You know,
you really should learn
to chill out, Chief.

Willie? That's you?
It's just make-up.

(SIGHS)

What brings you
here so late?

Man, you scared me
half to death.

We got to talk, Willie.

You bet we do.
Morris set me up.

MATT: What do you mean?

Somebody tried
to take me out.

Morris is either dead...

Or he's jumped sides.

That's not possible.
We've got him under
24 hour surveillance.

You talk to your guy lately?

I talked with Langston,
Willie. He told me all
about the operation.

Oh, yeah?

So you and Stuey
had a good, long talk, huh?

Well, that's good.

He should have brought
you in from the beginning.

But they just love all
that clandestine bullshit.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I know about
you and Cortessi.

Oh, yeah?

What do you know?

I know that they're
hanging you out to dry
by your balls.

They figure that hatred
you got burning inside's
gonna lead you to Cortessi.

I think it's killing you.

Yeah, well, if only
we knew what we
think we know.

You gotta come in.

I talked with a psychiatrist.

You need help.

There you go, you see?

And to think there
were people out there

that don't appreciate
how much you care.

Listen to me, damn it.

Leading them to Cortessi
is not gonna bring
your family back.

You still don't
get it, do you?

They don't want me
to lead to Cortessi.

I'm gonna kill him.

They want him dead.

He's been working
for the CIA.

He's about to become
an embarrassment.

They've been using him
to supply weapons

to governments
that the CIA supports

and the United States
government
doesn't officially.

Unfortunately, he's forged
a few little friendships
of his own.

CIA can't
handle him anymore.

And then you stumble
on his drug operation.

Do you think they're gonna
let your bring him in,
stand trial?

Don't let them use you
like this, Willie.

Look at you, you're
completely out of control.

There's one thing you
ought to understand, Chief.

I don't work for them.

I work for me.

When I kill Cortessi...

It's for me.

If you get in my way,

I'll kill you.

MATT: What about the people
you leave behind, Willie?

What happens to them?

You're late, Mr. Ainsley.

Fashionably, I hope.

Of course, if I'd known
I had a houseguest.

I would have made sure
I was home on time.

Next time, I'll call ahead.

I got your message
about some complications.

Everything's under control.

I just wanted
to keep your apprised.

When they check
the records at the bank,

everything's going to stop
at Steinfeld's desk.

They won't even
be able to link it to me.

And your money is safe
and sound in Estonia.

Thoroughness and precision.

The keys to any
successful endeavor.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You've done
an outstanding job,
Mr. Ainsley.

Your reputation
is well deserved.

What about Sadler,
the auditor?

That should be
taken care of by now.

You were hoping to get
your girl back, maybe.

I'm sorry that
we, uh, we had to

end our little enterprise
so abruptly.

But I believe that, uh,
most of our objectives
were met.

It would be my pleasure
to do business with you
again sometime.

Unfortunately, there was
no way that these
new developments

could have been anticipated.

There never is.

Daddy, where's Mommy?

Mommy's right here,
sweetheart.

That's not Mommy.

Bill? Are you all right?

(SCREAMS)

Willie, are you all right?

(PANTING)

Whatever it is,
it's all right.

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(BELL RINGS)

Bill?

Are you all right?

What's wrong?

I have to talk to you.

Well, come in.

What's going on?

Bill, you're scaring me.
Would you say something?

I care about you.

I haven't cared about
anybody in a long time.

I just wanted to be here.

What happened
to your voice?

What the hell is this?

I'm not who you think I am.

My name is Willie Serling.
I'm a Federal Agent.

I was placed undercover
at your bank to investigate

a money laundering
organization.

I was investigating you.

So you're saying
this whole thing...

Was a lie?

You fit the profile.

That's what I do.

I get close to people.

I get them to trust me.

Let me in.

But it's not me.

It's never me.

You're really good,
aren't you?

I let you in.

I trusted you.

You can't even look at me?

Look at me.

I'm sorry.

WILLIE: I was
scheduled to testify

on the Grand Jury
investigation in...

Organized Crime.

We, uh...

My family...

Were supposed to be protected.

Cortessi came after me, but...

I wasn't there.

I remember thinking that
if I killed myself
as soon as possible,

it would be so much easier
to catch up with them.

Isn't that stupid?

I put a service revolver
in my mouth and...

I started to cry.

Not 'cause they were dead.

Because I was alive.

I didn't have the guts
to do anything about it.

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry.
(SHUSHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Uh, yeah.

It's for you. Gianni?

Yeah. How'd you know
where I was?

Process of elimination.
Listen, Willie,
we got big problems.

Steinfeld's dead.

And I lost
my best agent. (SIGHS)

My best friend.

You better pick up
Jason Ainsley right away.

If Cortessi's closing up shop,
you can bet he'll be next.

Always nice
to be in the loop.

Just do it now, Chief!
I'll meet you there.

Yeah.

What's going on?

(SIGHS)

We're gonna talk
for a long, long time.

I'll explain
everything to you
but just not now.

I know you weren't
a part of this.

I'll come back.
Will you wait for me?

I will.

(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

This thing Willie,
I pushed the button
on the prison.

We're taking it
all down.

I'm getting warrants
right now to freeze
all the bank accounts.

Give me a little more time.
I can still hurt him.

Forget about Cortessi, Willie.

Let it go.

Listen to me, Chief.

We're talking about
Cortessi's money here.

I know how Morris
got it out of the country.
I can get it back in.

Why do I have to be
the one to tell you

what you're talking
about is illegal?

You want to be the only one
playing by the rules, Chief?

Could put a hell of a dent
if federal deficit.

You get there before
we do, I don't know
anything about it.

This is what
we've been waiting for.
We flushed him out.

That son-of-a-bitch
was in this room! (PANTS)

What's going on?
Where's he going?

It's over, Stuey.

I ordered the prison
to be taken down
about 20 minutes ago.

What? On who's authority?
You stupid jackass!

You know how long it took
to set up that operation?

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)
I know.

Oh! Goodbye.
You are through, Gianni.

Let me see
if I got this straight.

First it was "Trust me."

Now it's "You'll never work
in this town again"?

What are you gonna do,
Stu, huh?

You gonna arrest me
for busting up the
biggest drug operation

in the history
of the United States?

How about
interfering with matters
of national security?

Oh, that's good.

Yeah, I'm sure the people
at the paper would like
to hear about it.

I tell you,
why don't you stay here
and look at the dead guy

and I'll go call the press?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Ooh!
Excuse me, ma'am.

May I help you?
I have a work request.

Says I'm supposed
to come in here
and jack up them

15-Amp circuits
in the computer
wire room to 30.

Uh, may I see it?

What's that, ma'am,
the circuit?

The work request.
Oh, you bet, ma'am.

Freeze! Freeze!
(ALL SCREAMING)

Damn it!

Excuse me, ma'am.

I must've left it
in my office
in the basement.

It's gonna take me
15 minutes to get it.

I ain't got but
half an hour to do the job
in the first place.

Now, Mr. Sadler
wants this job done
real bad today.

Oh. Did Mr. Sadler
sign the request?

Yes, ma'am.

You must be the one
he was talking about.

Mmm-hmm.
The good-looking one, Betty.

Oh. Did he say that?

Uh-huh.
(LAUGHS)

He's such a cutie.
Oh, yeah.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You get started, and bring me
the work request later on.

Mmm-hmm.
You betcha, ma'am.
Okay?

Sorry, Chief.

(BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)

Drop the stick!
Drop the stick!

What is this, the FBI?

Let me finish my drink here.

(EXHALES)

You can take me now.

(BEEPING)

Hey, Chief, you're late.

Still adjusting
to West Coast time?

I heard you were
leaving town.

I am. Today.

Good.

Thanks for everything, Matt.

Welcome back, buddy.

You hurt
Cortessi bad, Willie.

Worse than we thought.
I mean, I don't know if
we're gonna catch this guy,

but you hurt him bad.

You know, a guy in D.C.
tells me he's been seen
in six different places

in eastern Europe
and South America
all at the same time.

(LAUGHS)

That's what I love
about the CIA.

So what about her?

We don't know.
We're gonna talk about it.

What the hell's
to talk about?

You're not blind,
certainly not stupid.

You're always
worrying about me, Chief.

I find that
very attractive in a man.

Get outta here with that.

You take it easy, Chief.

You know,
I almost forgot.

I got you a little something
when I heard you were
staying in California.

Thanks, Willie.

Don't work too hard.

You either, Chief.

When in Rome...

Where the hell
do the Lakers play?

Mmm. Which one do you think,
that one or that one?

Mmm. Neither.

We're going to Hawaii.

Grab your sandals
and we're packed.

Oh! We do not have
to be outta here
in 45 minutes. Ooh.

We've got plenty of time.

No. We don't.
I still have to
take a shower,

and you have gotta get
the to the cleaners.

Come on. Oh!
It's the place down there
on Bryer and Holly.

Ah, the plane.
Willie, get up!

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

You gonna be all right?

Yes, I'll be fine.

You know,
we could stop there
on the way.

We could, except that
it's in the opposite
direction.

Oh.

Go on, get out of here.

Okay, okay.
I'll see you
in 10 minutes.

(SHOWER GUSHING)

(DINGS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Willie?

(GASPS)

Where is he?

He's not here.

Too bad. Looks like
I missed him again.

(CLICKS)
(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMS)

(GUN CLICKING)

Oh.

I forgot my keys.