All language subtitles for Wild Things 2 2004.Eng

l miss you.

Testing. Testing.

-Hey, Brit.
-Hey.

-How you doing?
-l'm okay.

Don't worry, sweetie.
lt'll be okay.

Your mom will always be with you.

Seniors.

Quiet down.

Seniors!

This party atmosphere
quite simply has to stop.

Move.

God, bitch!

No wonder they held her back twice.

Maya, l heard Principal Mosster's
making you work the school paper.

Yeah, that or juvie.

Now, l'm joined today by Detective
Morrison and Coroner Haynes.

They're here to enlighten you
on the dangers of excess.

Now, listen up.

Detective.

-l can promise you all one thing.
-That this will be short?

That if you party too hard
for the rest of this school year...

...we're the people
you're gonna meet.

l've seen it too many times
to even count.

A kid gets a hold of some alcohol,
maybe some drugs...

...and you don't know
when enough is enough.

Call goes out...

...and that's where the coroner,
Dr. Haynes, comes in.

That's where l come in.
And a few days later...

...a badly decomposed corpse
washes up on the beach.

lt becomes my job
to identify the body.

-And do you know how l do that?
-Dental records.

-Kiss ass.
-Yeah.

lt's a sad and sorry task,
but yes, that's how it's done.

And if there's no dental records?

Well, then we would have to carry out
a DNA analysis...

-...of the corpse's bone marrow.
-That's fucked up.

lt's not that difficult of a process.

You take the bone marrow
and grind it up in these little pieces...

...and then you add in some
dye elements and some chemicals...

...and you put that all
in an agarose gel.

-Get it up!
-Then you take your gel and put that....

My apologies, detective.

lt's so hard to keep their attention,
especially today.

-Why, what's today?
-The district volleyball final.

They love their volleyball here
at Blue Bay.

Can't think why.

Blue Bay sucks!

Here's a new angle
on the Brittney Havers story.

Forget that whole preppy,
popular-girl bullshit.

Let's go deeper.

Let's expose how
little Miss Trailer Park...

...became the richest bitch
at Blue Bay High.

Get it up! Get it up! Let's go!

-Come on!
-Yeah! Good shot. Come on!

Almost, Brittney.
You suck!

All right, let's go! Get it on!

Tie breaker.
Close. Very close.

The suspense is killing me.

Party at your house, Brit.

Blue Bay! Blue Bay! Blue Bay!

Hey, Brit, what's up?

l'll be in a world of shit when
my stepfather finds out about this.

Oh, my God. Have fun.
Don't worry about it. lt's a party.

Look at those guys.
They're college guys, frat guys.

l think they're Zeta Pis...

...or KOK. l'm not really sure.

Come on, have fun.
What's wrong with you?

Look!

What are you doing?!

Just giving her a little makeover.

l want everybody
out of my house, right now!

Out!

Not me.

What's her fucking problem?

That's her dead mother's portrait,
you dumb-ass.

l'm sorry, Brit.
They're just assholes.

l messed up bad this time.

Why don't you marry a millionaire,
just like your dear, dead mother?

What the hell are you doing here?

Thought l'd write a story
for the school rag.

''Gator white trash makes good.''

-What you think?
-Don't you dare, you bitch.

So...

...tell me what your poor,
desperate, alcoholic mother...

...ever saw in booty-chasing
millionaire Niles Dunlap.

Why don't you get
the fuck out of here?

You may fool your
cardboard-cutout friends...

...but l still remember
where you came from.

You can take the girl
out of the trailer park...

...but you can't take the trailer park
out of the girl.

Out of my fucking house
before l call the police!

Trouble in paradise?

l'm not gonna say it again!

Out of my fucking house
before l call the police!

l said, now!

You. You can stay.

Great party, Mr. Dunlap.

This is not my fault. l didn't--

Well...

...that's trash.

Like mother, like daughter.

Green, baby.
You know what that is? Cash!

Cash! Everything around me!
You have my cash? Do you?

You remember me, right?
Bald head, tall, glasses.

Where's my money?

What did l tell you?

What did l tell you?
You think you're a gambler?

A hundred.

Two hundred.

That's enough.

Look. Look at me.

-Oh, my God!
-l'll blow your fucking head off!

Next time l'm here,
your whole family--

Niles?

What happened?

Nothing.

Who was that guy?

lt's none of your business, okay?

l'm leaving tomorrow,
and you pull this party shit?

How am l supposed
to trust you now?

l'm sorry, okay?

You can trust me, Dad.

Stepdad.

-You feeling okay?
-Yeah, it's just....

What's up?

There was just this guy
at the house last night.

-What happened?
-No, nothing like that.

What, then?

Just forget about it.

Tell me about the guy, Brit.

-Was it one of those cute frat guys?
-No.

Come on.

Tell me.

There was a man threatening Niles
with a gun.

Seriously?

Jesus.

When l asked Niles about it...

...all he did was give me shit
about the party.

l'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

l don't want to talk about this
right now. Let's go to practice.

Hey, Brit. Brit.

Principal's looking for you.

Call you back.

Brittney.

What is it?

Maybe you'd better sit down.

Last time you asked me to do that,
my mother was dead.

There's been an accident.

No.

No, not again.

Afternoon, detective.

lnsurance investigator. Great.

Any word on what caused the crash,
if you don't mind me asking?

You know what? l do mind.

We're on the same team.
We're both looking for answers.

No, we're not. l'm looking
to wrap this up and go home.

-You're looking to find trouble.
-l'm just trying to do my job.

Oh, yeah? What's your job?
Scratch a wound till it bleeds?

What happened here
is the guy took on gravity and he lost.

That simple enough for you?

Nothing is ever as simple
as it appears.

Hey, look around you, pal.

This is a police investigation.
You don't belong here.

So pay that girl her check and go back
to wherever you came from.

Detective.

What do you got?

-Looks like swamp rats.
-They probably went in after the body.

Excuse me.

You ever hear of a rat running
into a burning airplane?

l'm sorry to be bothering you.

-l know this isn't an easy time for you.
-Something wrong?

We....

We found rats in the fuselage
of Niles' airplane.

-They'd chewed through the wiring.
-Are you serious?

Like somebody put them there
on purpose.

You know anybody
who may have been angry...

...or had a grudge
against your stepfather?

Hey, Brit. What about that guy
you told me about?

The one that threatened Niles.

Wanna tell me something?

What did l tell you?
You think you're a gambler?

A hundred.

Two hundred.

That's enough.

Look at me. l'm gonna fucking--

l'm gonna have to take that tape.

According to Mr. Dunlap's will, Miss
Havers shall be furnished a stipend...

...until she graduates
from a college of her choice.

After that, she'll be provided
with a small trust.

-How small are we talking?
-$25,000 a year for life.

$25,000 a year?

What about controlling interest
in the company?

His 51 percent will revert
to the corporate trust...

...of which the board will supervise,
subject to the provisions of the will.

There must be some kind of mistake.

l'm afraid not, Miss Havers.

What were the provisions?

That the money would go
to a blood heir, if Mr. Dunlap had one.

Otherwise, the trust
is to donate the money...

...to Mr. Dunlap's
favourite country club.

This is bullshit. What--?

These are your stepfather's
last wishes.

ls there any other money?

Mr. Dunlap took out a $2 million
life-insurance policy last year.

But with no heir, l'm afraid
that also reverts to the trust.

So $25,000 a year. That's it?

A lot of people live very well
on $25,000 a year.

ln the Glades, maybe.

We'll have the papers ready for you
to sign in front of the judge tomorrow.

-Term National.
-lt's me.

Well, how's life in Blue Bay
with the rich and shameless?

Same shit, different day.

Listen, Lacey,
l need you to do me a favour.

Give me everything you can
on Niles Dunlap. Hire a Pl.

l want the good,
the bad, the ugly.

-Where are you going with all this, T.?
-l smell a rat.

What up, boss?

Thought you fulfilled
your weekly hours.

Got another angle
on the Brittney Havers story.

This shit ain't gonna sell.

You need to think sensational.

That's what l'm talking about.

That's kind of disrespectful
to Brittney.

What the hell do l care?
Fuck her if she can't take a joke.

But with the will, l'm sure she
doesn't need any more bad news.

What about the will?

l heard she lost out on everything
except 25 grand a year.

All his money's going
to the country club...

...unless they can find
a blood relative.

Damn. That fucker must
have been worth a boat load.

Sixty-five mil, according to Forbes.

Honey, you need to get out more.

Perfect.

Let's see what we got here.

l'm afraid there's not much
we can do for the little fella.

l didn't think so, doctor.

What l need here
is some information.

What kind of information?

Where did this thing come from?

Why was it found in the control panel
of a downed airplane?

-You really loved this rat, didn't you?
-lndeed. This could be worth 2 million.

Okay, l'll run some tests.

-l really appreciate this. Thanks.
-Sure, buddy.

Yeah, you rat.

Crime figures are down
for one reason only.

Hard work and dedication
of men and women of this department.

Excuse me. l'm in the middle
of this dog and pony show.

-We got it.
-What?

The guy from the security tape.
Fax came from Miami P.D.

Small-time hood runs backroom
gambling joints for the Cuban Mafia.

l'll call you back.

There she is!

Everything's fine, Brittney.
Come on.

-What's going on?
-There's a wrinkle in Dunlap's will.

What do you mean?

The clause about a blood relative
getting the money.

Come on, make some room.

Back off.
She doesn't have a comment.

No, she is lying!

Order! l will not tolerate
another outburst in my courtroom.

l understand that this is hard for you,
but you will respect this process.

Now, Miss King,
will you please continue.

Like l said,
Niles Dunlap was my father.

You lying little bitch!

Order in the court! Order!

Order! Order!

Court's adjourned.

We'll try again tomorrow,
with a little more decorum, perhaps.

-Bridge.
-lt's me.

-You're working late.
-You got Cragen's panties in a bunch.

He's scared you'll lose
out on a big payout.

You tell him not to worry.
Bridge will bring this home.

What you got on Dunlap?

Okay. Married three times.
Twice divorced.

Brittney's mother was the last wife.
Committed suicide a year ago.

lt was real nasty too.

Took a long car ride
off a very short jetty.

She'd found out about his reputation
with the ladies.

What kind of reputation?

He's seen more pussy
than an animal shelter.

l love it when you talk dirty.

Had a world-famous wine collection
in the cellar of his $1 0 million mansion.

l wouldn't expect anything less
from a corporate tyrant.

-That it?
-l always have more for you, T.

He was also a big-time gambler.

Seedy backrooms in Miami, as well as
legit tables in Biloxi and Atlantic City.

Wouldn't bat an eyelid at dropping
a mil or two. He was compulsive.

He learned to fly so he could squeeze
in a little more time at the tables.

Even taught stepdaughter Brittney to
fly so he could down a cocktail or two.

Very interesting.

l overnighted
Dunlap's medical records.

Thanks, Lacey.
You're the best.

--where high-school student
Maya King came forward...

... claiming to be the illegitimate
daughter of Niles Dunlap.

The room exploded in chaos
when Brittney Havers...

...attacked Miss King
upon hearing the news.

Bailiffs restrained Miss Havers...

...before the judge ordered the court
adjourned for the day.

Plot thickens.

-And these are?
-Letters, Your Honour.

-From Mr. Dunlap to my mother.
-Love letters?

No, l wouldn't call them that.

Tell me about them.
When were they written?

After l was born. Summer of '84.

My mother worked
in the Dunlap mansion.

One of her three jobs.

For the first month,
he didn't even talk to her.

lgnored her like she was
a piece of trash.

But then one evening,
that all changed.

Suddenly he was all over her
like a rash.

A few weeks later,
she exploded the myth...

...you can't get pregnant
your first time.

The very same day he fired her,
he cut her a check...

...gave her the name of a doctor
he wanted her to see.

Needless to say, she didn't know what
he wanted her to do with the money.

How could he not see the crucifix
around her neck?

This is an outrage! We're dragging
a respected man through the mud...

...based on the testimony
of a less than reliable witness.

l will not tolerate
any more interruptions!

-Miss King.
-l'm sorry.

lt's just--

lt still hurts to think about.

Mom put me in foster homes
when she needed to save money.

l haven't spoken to her
in a couple of years.

Last l heard,
she moved to Puerto Rico.

l went through her personal stuff
after she skipped town...

...and that's
when l found those letters.

All from Niles.

All threatening her...

...if she revealed
that he was my father.

Order!

Order!

Miss King.

You'll be required to submit
to a DNA test...

...which will be matched
to the late Mr. Dunlap.

-Really?
-The results will be back in two days.

At which time this court
will make a final ruling.

Court dismissed.

There you go.

-Thanks.
-Let's go.

Now, what do we have here?

Niles Dunlap,
exhumation for DNA testing.

That's a killer.

-Cancer sticks.
-Everybody dies, believe me.

-l'm sorry, l didn't catch your name.
-Terence. Terence Bridge.

Term National Life lnsurance.

Well, Mr. Dunlap must be
an important client of yours, huh?

He was.
l wrote the policy myself.

Now l'm on the hook for 2 million.

lt's gotta be a pain in the ass
for you, this whole mess.

lt's no big deal.

When you finish doing the DNA, could
you give me a call? Let me know?

-You'll be the first to know.
-Great.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
l gotta open this up.

l appreciate your help.

See you when l see you.

Yeah.

You sure you don't want
some company tonight?

No. l just need some time to think.

Bye.

You want to dance with me, baby?

-You want to dance?
-What do you want?

-What l'm owed, mija. What l'm owed.
-l don't owe you anything.

Seven fucking million dollars.
That debt don't die with him!

Look at me.

Three days, l'll be back, mija.

And you don't want
to fuck with me, muchacha.

Cicatriz.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, nothing but the truth?

l do.

Dr. Haynes, have you completed
the DNA tests?

-Yes, Your Honour.
-Let me see them.

And are you satisfied
with these results?

-Yes, Your Honour.
-Very well.

The transcription reads as follows:

''The DNA taken from the person
of Maya King...

...and checked against that
of Niles Dunlap...

...is a genetic match.

lt is the opinion
of the coroner's office...

...that Niles Dunlap is indeed
the blood father of Maya King.''

As per the will, Mr. Dunlap's
51 percent controlling interest...

...in the Dunlap Corporation
goes to Miss Maya King.

Court adjourned.

Miss Havers was led away
in tears after the ruling.

Miss King stands to inherit
the shares of the Dunlap Corporation...

... valued at approximately
$ 70 million.

ln a related story, a Cuban national
was detained here...

... on suspicion of murder
in the crash of Niles Dunlap.

Thank you, Linda. Mr. Cicatriz
was taken into custody today...

...at his home in Valley View. No word
yet on what specific charges....

They got him.

Christ, Mr. Bridge,
don't you ever sleep?

l did, once. lt's overrated.

Well, come in if you're coming in.

What did you find out
about our rodent friend?

A few bits and pieces.
l'll tell you one thing.

-That was no ordinary swamp rat.
-What do you mean?

Wasn't quite sure myself,
so l ran some tests.

l love rats. They're amazing.

They can survive a five-story fall,
swim for six hours...

...crawl though a hole size
of a quarter. Scavengers.

But not this guy. He wasn't settling
for scraps of garbage.

He had a taste
for the finer things in life.

-Like what?
-Like this.

Cork fragment. l found it
in its stomach with mould residue.

-Mould residue?
-From an expensive bottle of wine.

l'd say at least 20 years old.

Trendy rat.

Yeah.

l think it's time to celebrate.

Oh, shit.

Why don't you just kill
those fucking things?

That's a $2000 bottle of wine.

You know l'm good for it.

-We did it.
-We did it, didn't we?

l saw they arrested the Cuban guy...

...and they're charging him
with Niles' murder.

See? What did l tell you?

That cop just wants all his cases
tied up in a pretty little bow.

Nothing's over until it's over.

We haven't even sold
the company shares yet.

Nothing's foolproof, girls.

Quit worrying.

This is the last time we'll be together
before the money's in the bank.

Let's make the most of it.

Come here.

Now kiss him.

Beautiful, but deadly.

Do l know you?

The name's Terence Bridge.

l'm handling your stepfather's
insurance claim.

lf you're talking
about Niles' $2 million policy...

...you're talking to the wrong person.

The melaleuca tree.

Beautiful to look at...

...but all it does is suck up the water
around it until nothing is left.

Everything dies around them.

Really? That's fascinating.

You know they found rats
in your stepfather's plane.

Detective Morrison told me.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Rough night last night, huh?

Few too many drinks?

Must be tough to know
when to stop...

...when you have the most extensive
wine collection.

What's your point?

Just learned a long time ago...

...when something doesn't add up,
you seek out the oddity.

Good luck with that.

Do you happen to have
a rodent problem?

Just you.

Who the hell does she think she is?
That's Brittney's spot.

Hey, you're parked
in Brittney's spot.

Haven't you heard? She's out.

l'm in.

So can l join your little Nazi
fashion clique now?

You're trash.

You always have been,
and you always will be.

Dyke.

Maya.

What the fuck are you doing here?
lf somebody sees us--

Come here.

-What is it?
-The insurance guy, Bridge...

...was asking me
about wine collections and rats.

-And rats!
-So?

-He knows. He fucking knows!
-Don't be so paranoid.

The insurance creep is
on the hook for 2 mil.

He doesn't care
about anything else.

-lf he goes to the police?
-He has nothing.

What if the Cuban guy gets out
of prison? He'll come after me.

-He'll come after me.
-Don't sweat your pretty little head.

l'll take care of you.

-We're in the clear.
-Maybe.

l want to fuck you so bad.

ls this a bad time, doctor?

Jesus, you almost gave me
a heart attack.

Well, we're in the right place for that.

What's on your mind, Mr. Bridge?

Niles Dunlap's medical record.

The man was 50 years old and more
physically fit than a man half his age.

Yeah.

A strong heart, low cholesterol.

ln fact, aside from some bouts
with chicken pox...

...and scarlet fever as a child,
his medical record is unblemished.

That's good for him.

Doesn't help him now that he's toast,
but good for him.

Just out of curiosity, what are
the long-term effects of scarlet fever?

That depends on the severity
of the infection.

lf it was real bad,
it could cause a heart murmur...

...or sometimes eye or ear damage.

Or sterility.

Sometimes.

Now, what if,
and this is just a ''what if'' ...

...Niles Dunlap was sterile?

Well, that's impossible.

-You see, Miss King proved that--
-l know. l know, l know.

The DNA was a perfect match.

You ran the test yourself.

Right.

But it would throw a real monkey
wrench into the works, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?

lf he was sterile?

Sorry, l don't wanna waste
any more of your time.

lf you think of anything
you can tell me...

-...just call me day or night. All right?
-Great.

Harvard man, l see.

Yeah. l--

l went to Morehouse.

But l'm just trying to figure out...

...how a big-time education at Harvard
can land someone like yourself...

...at some small-town coroner's job.

Just seems odd.

See you when l see you.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

That insurance agent's crawling
up my fucking ass.

Get the fuck in the house.
Let's go. Come on!

You fucking idiot, let's go.
Get in the fucking house. Damn it.

lf he could prove anything, he wouldn't
be an insurance agent, would he?

He's just fucking with you,
see if you'll crack.

Crack?

-l don't think l'll get through this.
-Yes, you will.

Just think about the 7 0 million.

And this.

So how did you do it, Maya?

How did you get the DNA to match?

What the fuck you doing here?

l was just looking
for Maya King's place.

Well, you're looking at it.

l know. l was--

Look, man, l'm an insurance...

...agent.

Hey, whoa, just take it easy, okay?

l'm just trying to give you
my business card.

Here.

Want some light?

All right.

Here.

What do you want with her?

Well, you know, she stands to inherit
a large sum of money.

From Bobby Santiago?

l very much fucking doubt that.

Bobby who?

Her father.

Probably. You never can tell.

Hung around here
when he wasn't doing time.

Died on the business end of a pig
sticker in Tallahassee a year back.

Really sorry to hear that.

You wouldn't happen to know
where he would be buried?

County dumped his box in the ground
out at Sapienza Hill.

Sapienza Hill.

-Hello?
-Fucking Julian.

Maya, what's wrong?

He's losing it. That insurance
investigator's nosing around...

...and Julian can't take
the fucking heat.

He wouldn't do anything stupid,
would he?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

We gotta deal with him.

What do you mean, ''deal with him''?

What do you think?
We never planned on cutting him in.

Let's think about this
before we do anything.

Don't think, Brit.

Just sit there and look pretty,
and we'll be together forever.

Papa King.

All right, Miss King, if we can get
your signature here.

And...

...here.

All right.

All right?

We're finished here.

That's it?

Seventy million dollars.

Seventy fucking million dollars!

Yes!

Sixty-nine million, 427 thousand,
to be exact.

Now, you're sure you don't wanna
transfer this to an account?

No, thank you.

A company check will do just fine.

-Hello?
-lt's done.

Seventy million big ones.
l got the check in my hand.

All right. All right, calm down.
We still got shit to do.

We meet Julian at midnight.
You know where.

l've been thinking about this--

No. No, you're not.
We stick to the plan.

Damn it.

So you have something
to hide after all, huh?

Maya?

Maya?

Look, don't fuck around
with me right now, please.

Maya?

Shit! What the fuck is wrong
with you?

Glad you could make it, Brit.

Let's go.

You're such a puss.

Remember when we came here
with Andy and his brother Ross?

We need to talk.
He does not deserve this.

-The plan's a mistake.
-No, it's not.

-Knock it off.
-Did l scare you? Oh, pumpkin.

-What is wrong with you?
-lt's not gonna bite you.

Come on. Let me show you something.
Let me show you...

...how to use it.
Come on, put your hand on it.

Hold on to that and open it up.

Good.

Now, l want you to...

...gently put them in.

Slowly.

Slide them all the way down.

That's it.

Slowly.

Then close it up.

And raise it all the way up.

Now, all you have to do...

-...is squeeze.
-Can l join in?

Fuck!

-Maya!
-Fuck!

Maya!

No! No! Don't do this!

lt's already done!
Now, go find his junkie ass.

l'm gonna double back.

Julian! l don't want to hurt you.
Please, come out and let me explain.

Come on, Julian.

We just want to talk.

Julian?

Julian, it doesn't have
to end this way.

How did you think it was going
to end, huh?

With all of us living together happily?

Moving to Utah, raising chickens?

No.

lt's gonna be me or you.

Bitch.

Hold this.

Hold it!

We're never gonna get away
with this.

Think happy thoughts, Brit.

-Well, where are we gonna take him?
-Where do you think?

No.

No, not there.

They never found your mom,
did they?

Her suicide inspires
our perfect murder.

At least she didn't die in vain.

-Where's Dr. Haynes?
-He called in sick today.

Oh, really?

So, what would it take
to see Niles Dunlap's body?

A miracle. Mr. Dunlap's body was
released for cremation this afternoon.

On whose authority?

His daughter, Maya King.

Of course.

Of course.

What's Dr. Haynes' home address?

Brittney, grab a leg.

We gotta get him in the water.
Come on. Brittney!

-Shit.
-Come on, let's go.

-Holy shit!
-Oh, shit.

Oh, my God, we are fucked!
We are fucked!

-What are we gonna do?
-Calm down, Brittney!

Pull yourself together.
Take care of that thing.

l'll stall him.

Hi.

What in God's name
are you doing out here?

-Don't you know Gator Alley ain't safe?
-Yeah.

l was just out here
with some friends...

...and they kind of ditched me.
So l tried to start my car.

lt wouldn't start.
Just making my way back to town.

Town?

Little lady, town is
in the opposite direction.

What the hell was that?

l didn't hear anything.

All right, missy, you get
in the back seat of the car.

Come on, get in the back seat
of the car. Move! Now!

Maybe you could just give me
a jump.

Fine.

Shit.

Where are you?

That was so fucking close.

lt's done.

Fucking better be.
Meet me at Julian's.

Shit. Shit.

Dr. Haynes?

Dr. Haynes?

Bridge, Bridge, Bridge.

This had better be good.

How'd you like a murder case
wrapped up nice...

...handed to you on a plate?

Murder, huh?

-Who?
-Dr. Julian Haynes.

Yeah?

You okay?

You sure? You were kind of
freaking me out last night.

l'm sure.

Fine. We're on for tonight.

Make sure you're ready.

Yeah, l already checked.

Nothing over here.

How long do you want us to stay
out here?

-There ain't nothing down here.
-Pack it up.

We're out of here.
Motherfucker.

You got any idea what this bullshit
cost the department today, huh?

What about Julian's body?

They killed him. He's in there.

The only thing in that swamp
is my fucking reputation.

Maybe the gators pinned him
under a log.

-l'm sure if--
-Sure what?

That my boss is gonna have my head
because of your bullshit?

You're done.
l'll make sure of it.

Now, get the fuck out of my county.

You eat well last night?

Well, l hope you had
a great fucking meal!

Because it cost me
my goddamn job!

This fucking sucks!

lt sucks.

The melaleuca sucks
everything around it.

Fuck.

Come on, come on.

Shit.

Brit!

-Brittney, come on, we gotta go.
-We can't go.

-Why not?
-l'm why not.

l need some more ice.

l gotta admit...

...it was a cool plan.

l'll give you that.

Using those pesky cellar rats
to take Niles' plane down...

...making it look like a Cuban hit.

Smart.

But not smart enough.

l called some local exterminators...

...and l found out all about Miss
Havers' well-documented rat problem.

And then, there's the little matter...

...of digging up
Maya's rotting father...

...and getting the coroner
to switch the bodies. Very sexy.

You didn't think about the fresh soil
you leave behind...

...digging up a body that's been buried
for a full year.

Not sexy.

And last, but not least...

...there's the junkie coroner.

Dear old Julian.

Now, that was a tough one.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

What am l talking about?

l'm talking about a beautiful tree...

...that does nothing but suck
up everything around it...

...till nothing's left.

And those roots, well,
they take in anything.

Even blood.

What do you want?

l want half the money.

-Fuck you!
-Bad choice.

Detective Morrison, please.

Yes, l'll hold.

Fine. Fuck! Fine!

You're in, okay?

Half the insurance money.

l think not.
l want half the score.

Thirty-five million.

Or Morrison will have
the easiest murder case ever.

Detective Morrison, Terence Bridge.
How you doing?

All right!

Half.

l just wanted to apologize
for this afternoon.

See you on the back nine.

No.

l'm not giving up my half.

Brittney. Brittney!

Fuck.

l'll take care of her.

So how long you been
in the insurance business?

Eleven years.

Eleven years, huh?

Must have been tempting.

Cut a deal, skim a little off the top.

-No, never.
-Never?

Really?

Yeah, well,
l find that hard to believe.

lt's not your money.

What made you change your mind?

Eleven years of cutting checks
to assholes in wheelchairs...

...who later are dancing
a fucking jig in Maui.

Paying fortunes out to abused wives
whose husbands...

...inexplicably decide to take baths
with toasters, blow dryers.

Eleven years of living
out of a suitcase...

...watching the rich get richer.

And a boss who's just been looking
for a reason to fire my ass.

So this is payback time.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

For all the years
l've played by the book.

Now it's time for old Bridge
to get what's coming to him.

lt's so nice to finally meet somebody
who can play my game.

Do it.

Please.

You don't--
You don't have to do this.

l'm--
l was--

You just--

-Come on, man.
-You want half the money?

Then you earn it.

Okay.

Where the hell have you been?

-Getting her shit together.
-Well, we could take her to Gator Alley.

No way the police is gonna check
that place again.

Just act natural.

Nothing's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.

We're cool. We're cool.

What the hell are you doing?

Stop me.
l dare you.

Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Double-crossing fucking--

Yes, there's a beige Buick LeSabre,
license plate 2-8-8-A-J-H...

...driving around downtown Blue Bay
with a dead girl in the trunk.

-Did you say a dead girl in the trunk?
-Yes, that's right.

-Morning, Miss Havers.
-ls it ready?

lt took a little while
to put it all together, but it'll work.

l need to talk to Detective Morrison.

l didn't kill her, Brittney Havers did.

We can't find Brittney Havers.
Maybe you killed her too.

You guys are wasting
precious time, man.

You need to be at the bus depots,
car rentals, the airports.

-We already checked. She wasn't there.
-What do you mean she wasn't there?

Goddamn it.

She doesn't need to buy a plane ticket
because she already knows how to fly.

We are out of here!

She's probably halfway
to the Cayman lslands by now.

-Laughing all the way to the bank.
-Turn to the left.

Oh, boy, she played me
like a punk-ass bitch.

That skank.

Turn to the right.

Oh, l'm the fall guy now?
ls that what it is, Brittney?

You just gonna disappear and leave me
hanging with all this shit.

Don't you see what's going on, man?
She killed all of them.

You know, she killed all of them!
lt's as simple as that!

Nothing is ever as simple
as it appears.

lsn't that what you said, Bridge?

-lt is when it's the truth.
-Sure it is.

Well, the truth is we found this
in the trunk of your car.

Right next to the dead girl.

Looks like it came
from the Dunlap's security system.

What do you want?

l want half the money.

Fuck you.

Bad choice.

All right.

l got a little greedy.

-But l didn't kill Maya, Brittney did.
-Jesus Christ.

She must have erased the rest
of the tape or something.

The FBl raided the Dunlap mansion
based on testimony...

... of a Cuban national arrested in
the suspected murder of Niles Dunlap.

Early reports show that records seized
indicate Mr. Dunlap misappropriated...

...millions of dollars
of his company's funds...

... to finance a gambling addiction.

Turning now to entertainment...

... concert pianist Benjamin Koskert
continues to wow--

He's not dead.

-He's not dead.
-Oh, come on.

Niles Dunlap is not fucking dead.

He knew his corporate balls was gonna
be in a sling and he set this thing up.

You killed a little girl,
you piece of shit!

They're gonna love you
in general population. Get him out.

You couldn't find your dick
if they put it in your fucking hand!

ln your fucking hand!
You won't do this, Morrison!

You can't do this, man!
Don't do this, please!

Don't do this!

Jesus, Brit.

What are you trying to do, kill me?

lt's just a little turbulence.
lt'll be smooth sailing from here on out.

lt sure will.

l'll tell you, greed,
it'll do it to you every time.

Poor old Mr. Bridge.

You had him figured out the moment
you laid those pretty eyes on him, huh?

-You ready?
-You betcha.

-You got an airboat waiting for us?
-Yeah, it's all taken care of.

Don't worry about a thing.

What's the matter? You afraid l did
something when l packed your chute?

Maybe.

Take mine.

What are you worried about?
You're dead already.

You know, you and your mother,
you couldn't be more different.

l don't think she would have
ever had the brains...

...or the balls to pull off
something like this.

-Well, l learned it all from you.
-Bad influence, huh?

The worst.

Here we go!

l'm sorry!

l'm sorry you had to fuck everything
in Blue Bay...

...and sorry you kept breaking
my mother's heart!

What are you talking about?

l'm sorry l packed your chute
with newspaper!

You wouldn't do that
to your own father!

Stepfather!

You should've taken the first one
l gave you, you fuck!

Hi, Mom.

Let's go get our money.

l see your 1 0,000...

...and l raise you 20 more.

Oye, man.

Call.

You gotta be
fucking kidding me, cabr�n.

What's that make it?
Three, four million you're in the hole?

How could l have been
so fucking stupid?

l have a plan.

lt'll get you out of all your troubles.

But you're gonna have to trust me.

Do you trust me?

-Really think this will work?
-Yeah.

As long as you can get that
junkie doctor to cooperate.

Yeah, l'm on it.

-Dr. Haynes.
-Yeah.

Hi.

Can l...

-...ask you a personal question?
-Yeah, sure.

That's it.

We got him.

Nice to meet you, Pops.

Dickhead.

Come here, Bobby.

You're gonna need these.

They're gonna cut down
on the glare.

Now, you're sure you know
how to fly this thing, huh?

We're all set.

The money has been transferred
to Zurich.

Well, then, l guess we'll go skiing.

Strong.

They do make them strong here,
don't they?

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