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(♪ URGENT: "Imperfect World")

♪ And on that final day

♪ Hear the silence reign

♪ But I could hear him say

♪ It's an imperfect world

♪ It's an imperfect world

♪ It's an imperfect world...

One, two, three!

Come here.

♪ Just two goes down

♪ A young girl and her child alone

♪ Doesn't seem too bad

♪ Been a year
since their father stopped home

(Dialogue drowned by music)

♪ Could've been a dancer... ♪

(♪ Jazz music)

(Lenny) 'My friend and partner, Bruce and I,
believe in going to the office in style.

'There's only one way to start your day
in the City of Angels,

'sharing a bottle of Moet
with your secretaries.

'Encourages better employer,
employee relationships.

'Sure, it's nice.

'To some of us
it seems like only a dream.'

(Mr. Schlubinski) Lenny, Lenny, Lenny!

(Lenny mumbling)

Lenny, Lenny, Lenny!

- Hey, Lenny!
- (Lenny) Huh? Yeah?

It's eight o'clock, Len.
Wake up.

(Lenny) Good morning, Mr. Schlubinski.

You're a nice kid, Lenny.

That's the only reason I'm leaving you
in charge while I'm gone.

But if anything goes wrong,
read my lips, anything,

if anything gets screwed up,
read my lips, anything,

you're history, you got it?

Got it, Mr. Schlubinski.

No smoking.

I don't smoke, Mr. Schlubinski.

No drinking.

I don't drink, Mr. Schlubinski.

No drugs.

Not me, Mr. Schlubinski.

No fucking around.

Have a nice trip, Mr. Schlubinski.

(♪ ALI THOMSON: "Just Dive In")

♪ This is where I want to be

♪ Playing hard and running free

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

♪ Why don't we just dive in?

♪ Just dive in

♪ We can make a dream come true

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

♪ Why don't we just dive in?

♪ Every day I catch a fantasy

♪ Out on the boardwalk and the sun

♪ Moving in the crowd

♪ Laughing right out loud

♪ So exciting

♪ Feel like one in a million

♪ This is where I want to be

♪ Playing hard and running free

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

♪ Why don't we just dive in?

♪ Just dive in

♪ We can make a dream come true

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

♪ Why don't we just dive in?

♪ It's a perfect sky
to watch the world go by

♪ Down on the ocean I drift away

♪ Gonna live it up

♪ Moving to the top

♪ Just for a moment

♪ I feel like one in a million

♪ This is where I want to be

♪ Playing hard and running free

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

♪ Why don't we just dive in?

♪ Just dive in

♪ We can make a dream come true

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

♪ Why don't we just dive in?

♪ You know we're living down
on paradise

♪ Don't think twice

♪ Just dive in ♪

♪ Woke up this morning... ♪

(Lenny) 'As you can see, Venice Beach
isn't your ordinary surfer's playground.

'And while it looked like an ordinary day,
it wouldn't turn out to be one.

'Bruce and I were talking shop
with Fantastic,

'part-time philosopher,
full-time beach wino, killing time.'

Mmm, a white sale.

I wonder what that means?

So you see why it's important for me
to make some decisions in my life.

What's really important to me,
getting famous or getting laid?

Getting famous.

You ever see Burt Reynolds complain
he's not getting laid?

Well, the problem is getting famous
is a long-term proposition.

Old Chinese proverbs say,
"When in doubt, go for the quickie."

You have no ambition.

It's probably because
I'm the horniest person

ever to come out
of Walla Walla, Washington.

(Lenny chuckles)

Gentlemen, I think the sun just came up.

'She was a first class dame
doing a first class job on the Dove Bar.

'I didn't show much interest.

'I know women.'

Terminal... absolutely terminal.

I would like to immortalize you.

(Chuckles) Boy, you sure
are into 25-dollar words.

Hey, you go to college, and you pay
a lot of money to learn those words.

Sublimate, procrastinate, masticate,
anthropomorphic, Kaopectate.

If I don't use 'em,
I'll never break even.

Good enough, I'm Christie.

Leonard Hartigan.

So what do your friends call you?

Well, I only have one friend
and he calls me asshole.

(Chuckles)

Well, what shall I call you?

Well, you can call me ass.

- Lenny's good.
- Alright, Lenny it is.

I would love to photograph you.

Well, I could use
some new 8x10s. Fire away.

(Lenny) OK, hold it right there.

- Hey, Fantastic.
- Yo, what it is?

You wouldn't happen to know any women
who put out

without asking a lot of questions,
would ya?

I know every ass on this beach.

A penny for your thoughts.

Hey brother, man,
haven't you heard of inflation?

(Sighs)

How about a quarter?

(Chuckles) Right on.

Jesus.

There are two kinds of women
in this world:

the kind you wine and dine,
and then they kiss you good night,

and the kind that spread their legs
for half the money.

- That's it?
- That's it.

I want a refund.

(Engine rumbling)

(♪ ALI THOMSON: "Tell Me")

♪ Tell me

♪ Tell me I'm a-dreaming

♪ Oh, what can I see

♪ Behind those eyes

♪ Show me

♪ Show me what you're feeling

♪ And just let me see

♪ Through your disguise

♪ Cos if we let the moment last
the night away... ♪

You just melted my lens away.

It's those lips, those eyes.

- It's just a game of light, shadows...
- (Door opening)

- ...and illusion.
- (Door closing)

It's the magic art chemistry creates.

(Skip) I don't believe this crap.

(Lenny) 'Enter Skip, my lowlife brother
by coincidence.'

Hey, Chris, what's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

(Christie) What the hell
are you doing here?

Well, excuse me.

Hey, I almost live here.
Right, little brother?

This is your little brother?

I don't even know this guy.

No reason to get upset, sweet cakes.

Family always did believe
in sharing, you know?

You assholes.

No, this isn't
what you think it is.

Please let's discuss this
in a civilized manner.

Shit, and I fell for it.

Yeah, the game of light and shadows.

My little brother gives that line
to every broad that walks in here.

(Lenny) Hey, let's talk.

He doesn't even bother
putting film in the camera.

You're lucky I walked in.

Couple more minutes,
it could've been too late.

Wanna do lunch?

(Door slams)

Come on, smile.

You're not missing much.

Take my word for it. (Chuckles).

Your sense of timing is... incredible.

Well, I'd rather have bad timing
than bad breath,

like some people I know.

Anyway, just need to borrow some cash
and I'm history.

Fifty-two bucks, that's it?

We're not doing too well, little brother.

♪ It's all the magic
our chemistry creates, ow ♪

(Skip scatting)

Ooh, ah, thank you.
Thank you, thank you!

(Door opens and closes)

I gotta get out of this town.

Yeah, good idea, but you're broke.

Besides, you can't leave me behind.

- Watch me.
- (Bruce chuckles)

Oh, look at us, man.

We're just a couple of losers.

Hey, hey, speak for yourself.
I'm great, alright?

I'm broke, I don't have a car.

Getting laid is tough,
and my brother treats me like a sponge.

What does that make me?

The average American teenager.

I gotta make some fast money
then skip town.

(Sniggers) Did you say skip?

Bad choice of words.

(Bruce) Oh, my God.

Let's shoot some asses.

Oh, I'm a tit man myself.

Well, fine, fine,
we'll shoot tits and ass.

- Deal.
- Deal.

(♪ ALI THOMSON:
"Watching The Girls Go By")

♪ And where I'm watching the girls go by

♪ Living it up in the sunny weather... ♪

(Lenny) You know, we can make
a lot of money outta this.

- (Camera shutter clicking)
- (Bruce) What do you mean?

A photo collection.

The other side of America.

(Chuckles) Yeah...
Yeah, posters even.

No, you can't put people's asses
on posters without their permission.

Who's to know?

Asses are like fingerprints.

What are they gonna do?

They gonna pull their pants down in court,
and let the jury decide? Come on.

(Camera shutter continues clicking)

(Muted dialogue)

(Lenny) Be careful.

(Bruce) I'm careful.
Careful, don't let 'em get away.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

(Lenny) Now there is an absolutely
terminal ass for a poster.

(Bruce) Hey...

♪ There she goes
just a-walking down the street

♪ Singin' doh wah diddy diddy
diddy diddy dam diddy doh, ooh ♪

(Growling)

What's happening, punk?

These guys was taking my picture.

- (Men) Uh-huh!
- They was making fun of me.

(Men) Uh-huh!

Hey, listen, it's not what
it appears to be, gentlemen.

Who you calling gentlemen,
motherfucker?

(Bruce) We must leave you now.

(Camera shutter clicking)

You get the hell outta here!

You chase my sister again,
I'll shove that camera up your ass!

- Here's the money.
- Here's the stuff.

- This is always the best as usual.
- OK, OK, cool.

(Siren wailing)

(Dealer) Shit, the cops!

(Officer) Get her.

Wait a minute, we didn't do anything!

Oh, God, oh, God,
I can't believe this.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

(Cheering)

(Screeching tires and revving)

Leonard Hartigan productions presents...

(Mimics fanfare)

..."The Other Side of America.

"A Study in Assology."

First, roller skates.

Down the street she goes,
mm-mm-mm.

(Bruce) Ooh, what about this one?

That, my dear friend, is a cello.
It's a musical ass.

Oh, I say.

- (Lenny chuckles)
- Any ass is music to my ears.

Whoa!

(Bruce) Jesus, I was wondering
if you got a shot of 'em.

(Lenny) Telephoto, my friend,
is a marvelous invention.

Can't they play volleyball
like that?

Hope they didn't hurt themselves.

Mmm! Len, I gotta hand it to you.
You're an artist.

- I mean, really a true artist.
- (Lenny) Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, this is nice.
This is very nice.

I lend you the camera, I give you a chance.
You give me feet.

This is art, Len.
This is real art.

(Lenny) Uh-huh, mm-hmm, art.

(Bruce) There's, um... there's...
Those French guys do this.

- (Lenny) French guys, yeah.
- (Bruce) Dead French guys.

(Lenny) Dead French guys who like feet.

Ah, what's his name, T...
Er... Truffaut?

- Truffaut did lots of stuff like this.
- Oh, Truffaut, sure.

- You remember.
- He did a series of movies on feet.

Hey, how ya doing, guys?

Good thing you held me back, man.
They were scared of me.

I was gonna kill these guys.

What the hell is this?

(Bruce) This isn't one of mine.
You took this one, Lenny.

- Good job.
- I must've shot it when I fell.

(Bruce) Hold it, wait a second.
I've seen this guy.

At the beach, sure.

No, er... yeah.
I mean, I bumped into him.

I know who that guy is,
that's, um... Ned Carson.

(Lenny) Oh, let me guess,
Johnny Carson's younger brother.

No, no, the one
who used to stump Marilyn's sister.

Oh, look at this.

- Oh, shit, it's a gun.
- (Scoffs) No way.

Jesus, look at it.
It's a gun!

This, Carson...

Put it all together
and what have you got?

- Oh, no way, Brucey.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes, it's a murder, man.

Someone shot Carson
and you shot the murderer.

Look, stooping Marilyn's sister
is hardly grounds for killing anybody.

Look, forget about the motive, alright?
I mean, just look at this.

OK, here's Carson, right?

OK, now he's falling.

Now he's on the ground.

Now he's dead.

No way, no, it's...
we don't know that.

Does this man look alive to you?
Get real.

I'm not sure, Brucey.

What, you're expecting blood and guts?

Come on, look at this guy.

No, you see, all I can see
is a barrel of a gun

behind somebody's thigh.
So what?

So, how many guns
do you see at the beach?

This broad had a gun.

She wasted Carson and she ran.

Shit.

Stop right here, look.

There's a birthmark
or something right here.

I don't know, see if you can
get a clearer one, the next one.

There we go.

Huh? You weren't kidding, Len.

Asses are just like fingerprints, huh?

Shouldn't be too hard to find an ass
with a tattoo like that, huh?

We're not gonna find anything.
We take this to the police.

We let them handle it.

You don't understand.

Nobody, but nobody
knows we've got this stuff.

We just go down, ask some questions
real undercover like.

No way, we are not gonna
get involved in this murder.

I can't even handle Skip,
let alone an assassin.

An ass-assin?

Yeah, bad choice of words.

Look, the way I see it,
this is your chance to get even, huh?

Start being a hero for a change.

You can be famous.

You could be rich.
You could be important.

- I could be dead.
- Death isn't an issue here.

Look, you can't be a coward
all your life, man.

I'd rather be a coward than a stiff.

Let's take it one step
at a time, alright?

We go to the beach.
We look for some evidence.

We find the killer's ass.

I mean, somebody must have seen this.

They'd remember an ass
with a rose tattoo anyway.

All this so we can prove
to ourselves we're heroes?

- It's not very noble, is it?
- We're doing this cos it's fun.

- You call murder fun?
- You bet.

- You're diseased.
- Listen to me, Len.

How many guys do you know our age
who get one, count 'em,

one chance in a lifetime
to witness a murder,

and then find the killer?

No way, I am not getting involved
and that's final.

'Bruce had some valid points.

'It did look like a "Death in Venice".

'He was right
about something else too.

'It could be the beginning
of a beautiful career.'

Pretty clumsy investigation.
What if somebody's watching?

Nobody's watching.

- Exhibit A.
- Damn.

(Bruce) Elementary, Watson.

(Lenny) 'We had exhibit A,
Carson's sunglasses.

'We took a look around
for any suspicious characters.'

- (Dog barking)
- 'There was only a dog.

'It hardly looked like an undercover cop
or a hired assassin.'

What if he's there?

Can't be there if he's dead.

Well, what if he is?

- Dead?
- There.

Then he isn't dead. Sheesh!

(Lenny) Great.

(Line ringing)

(Carson) 'Hello, this is Ned Carson.
Leave a message.

'Better yet, leave me alone.
Wait for the beep.'

Asshole.

OK, so we have exhibit A.

Now what do we do?

Ah, give me a break, huh?
I'm a slow starter.

Mmm... we need
some inside information.

A real tush expert.

(Bruce) I know a proctologist.

Hey.

Somebody who just sits around all day
watching asses go by.

(Both) Fantastic.

(Man) ♪ Feeling good
about summertime

- ♪ Sunshine on my eyes
- (Fantastic) ♪ It's in my eyes

- ♪ Things ain't going
- ♪ Things ain't going

- ♪ Just right
- ♪ Just right

- ♪ Don't ask me why
- ♪ Don't ask me why

- ♪ Cos I'm telling you
- ♪ I'm telling you... ♪

Hey, Fantastic,
can we talk some business?

Yeah, yeah. Er... Jim, later,
brother, later. We'll talk later.

What's happening, homeboys?

We brought
a little something for ya.

Oh, very generous.

What can I say?
We like you.

And?

And we need some information.

Ah, a bribe.

A cheap one.

They were out of Dom Pérignon.

We're looking for an ass.

What's his name?

A special ass.

Ah, it's a girl.

It has a black rose tattoo
on the left cheek, here.

Do you see it?

Homeboy, I may be drunk,
but I ain't blind.

Now why this ass?

Can we trust you?

Brother man, Fantastic is a grave.

Graves don't talk.

We think this girl
is involved in a murder.

That's a killer ass alright.

We think, but we don't know for sure
that somebody was shot at the beach

and this person shot him.

(Clicks tongue) Foreign butt most likely.

You know, an educated eye
can always tell. Probably Helga.

Helga?

Bad girl, the kind you're looking for.

Where can we find her?

'Fantastic's tip brought us closer
to the heart of the mystery.

'As we stood there
waiting for the door to open,

'I wondered if Helga
would come out...

- (Helga) Who is it?
- (Lenny) '...with a pair of 38s.'

Can we speak with you, ma'am?

Ja?

Er... we'd, er... like to ask you
a few questions, ma'am.

Questions? You police, ja?

Yeah, that's it, we're cops.

Yeah, that's the ticket.

Can we come inside?

Come? Ja.

You young for policemen, ja?

We're rookies.

Helga's done nothing wrong.

(Lenny) That's what we're here
to find out, ma'am.

(Bruce) What exactly do you have
on your rear end, ma'am?

A lot of men.

Yes, ma'am.

Um... we're wondering if you have
any special mark there perhaps?

Do you want to see it?

- Yes.
- No.

Yes or no?

Yes.

I love rookies, wait here.

Cops. Great idea, Len.

Wait a minute. You were the one
who started the dragnet act.

Oh, yeah.
Give me a break, I'm young.

(Whip cracking)

Heil Hitler!

Oh, shit!

You swine
really want to see my ass?

You will be punished
for your insolence.

Helga is my name.

Pain is my game.

You will die in my hands.

I will make men out of you.

Komm zurück!
Come back!

All the other cops love it.

(Fantastic burps)

I will be brief.

I got all day.

Don't play smart with me,
you asshole.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're just a goddamn bum,

a worthless, no good wino,
no offense.

None taken.

You talked to some boys
a while ago.

I talk to a lot of boys.

These boys showed you a photograph.
What was it?

Fantastic is a grave
and graves don't talk.

(Squeals)

Of course there are exceptions.

These were two white guys.
They wore sunglasses too, kinda like you.

Only they weren't as hip as you, they were
kinda nerdy, you know what I mean?

And they came over here, they started
asking me all kind of questions.

They even gave me this wine.
This ain't even a good wine.

Yeah, they gave it to me as a bribe.

They showed me some pictures
of some white girl's behind

with a little black rose on it.
I thought that was a fine old behind.

I seen a black girl's behind
look good as that,

but not really quite as good
as that one looked.

You know, there'll be back here
anytime now, you know.

Anytime you wanna know when they
come back, just-just ask for Fantastic!

I'm here between ten in the morning
and ten at night!

(♪ DAVID WILLIAMS:
"No Negatives Of You")

♪ Once there was your face
in the mirror down the hall

♪ Once there was a place
for your photo on the wall

♪ Never can give you

♪ All the answers to the questions
in my mind, mm-hmm

♪ I can't give all the explanation
for words I wanna find

♪ There are no negatives of you

♪ Where are those negatives of you?

♪ There are no negatives of you

♪ I know you saw me smile
as I told you all those lies

♪ And I saw, saw you smile
as the tears fell from your eyes

♪ Never can give you

♪ All the answers for the girl
who's in my mind, mm-hmm

♪ I just talk to the mirror
for the answers I need to find

♪ There are no negatives of you

♪ Where are those negatives of you? ♪

(Lenny) 'Our investigation
brought dramatic results.

'One date, six telephone numbers,
and an invitation for kinky B&D sex.'

Face it, man, we are rotten detectives.

- No, all we need is a little inspiration.
- I.e.?

I.e., a woman with the brains
of Albert Einstein,

and knockers the size of Texas.

Can't have her.

She lives with a man who's got the brains
of Arnold Schwarzenegger,

and a schlong the size
of the Panama Canal.

I thought I locked the door?

(Skip) I had a key made
last time you lent me yours.

No money, little brother, we're broke.

Right.

- Shit, I need money for the race.
- Race?

Jet ski. When I win it,
I'm gonna be very rich and very famous.

Why is it whenever I don't have
any money, we're broke,

but when you make money,
you are going to be rich and famous?

- It's called partnership, little brother.
- Oh.

- What's this?
- Hey, none of your business!

Take a hike, dickhead!

OK.

Well now, that's an ass
I'll never forget.

(Sniggers)

You mean, you know that girl?

Hey, they don't call me
the wonder hog for nothing.

- Tell me about her.
- You interested?

Yeah.

(Chuckles) Information
doesn't come cheap.

How much?

(Skip) Let's see
the color of your money.

Not enough.

- Don't you wanna count it?
- Not enough.

(Lenny sighs)

All I got.

Why not? You're my little brother.
You deserve a discount.

It's Christie, you jerk!

You had her right here
and you didn't even stoop her.

- Christie?
- Yeah.

(Lenny) My Christie?

Yours and about a hundred other guys.

Can't be.

Sure can,
Christie works bachelor parties.

You know, teases, strips,
sits on the customers.

- Fuck.
- That too.

Where does she live?

- Vegas.
- Vegas?

What are you, an echo?

Vegas, as in Las Vegas, Nevada.
That Vegas.

What was she doing here?

Hey, he's got the money.
He asks the questions.

(Bruce) Fine by me.

What was she doing here?

Beach girl, little brother.

Comes down to Venice for a day or two,
then back to the salt mines.

Where can we find her?

Memory's fading fast.

Amazing. You knew her all along.

I never saw the tattoo.

That's because you concentrate
on the trivial,

and overlook the important stuff.

Man, this is great.

Women, murder, Vegas.
Let's go.

You are out of your mind.

She hates me and she's a killer.

Why would I wanna go to Vegas?

Because it's exciting.

Because bad girls
are always more enticing.

Because deep down
you want her to be innocent.

You're dying to prove it.

It all makes sense now.

I see it all, it's magnificent.

Cut the shit, Brucey.

There's no way we could get to Vegas
if we wanted to,

which we don't.

We're broke.

What, you an orphan?

No way.

Cry, beg, plead,
do whatever you have to do.

Parents always give in.

Lenny, baby, oh!

Come in, come in, come in.

Clayton, look who's here.

Oh, honey, you look terrific.

You look like shit.

Your brother's goodlooking,
but you look like shit.

Don't mind him, dear.
He hasn't been himself since his lobotomy.

Wow.

- Who the hell are you?
- Remember me?

I'm Bruce, Lenny's best friend.

Figures, Lenny was always
hanging around with geeks.

You still in school, Lenny?

Sponsored for the second year.

Good, saves money.

Can spend it on entertainment.

Listen, Mom, we need to talk.

Go ahead, talk to your mother.

I need money, Mom.

We gave you money in November.

It's August now, Mom.

Oh, dear, how time flies.

Well, what about the sponsorship?

Doesn't cover abortions, Mom.

You're having an abortion?

Not me, Mom, my girlfriend.

Oh, Clayton, Lenny needs money
for an abortion.

Lenny is an abortion.

Besides, he doesn't get laid.

I'm trying to tell you
she's pregnant.

Tell the truth, son. You want that money
for drugs, don't you?

OK, Dad, you figured it out.

I want drugs.

Give him 20 dollars, Sophie,
for, um... honesty.

Twenty bucks? What the hell
do you expect me to buy for 20 bucks?

Hey, don't knock it.
It buys a lot of good shit.

My uncle made it to Vegas
on ten bucks once.

Yeah, 1964.

No, that's it, Brucey,
I've had it.

Oh, Len, Len,
you can't stop now, guy.

Look, Len, no one else knows
we've got this stuff.

How can you be so sure?

(Scoffs) Look around,
you see anyone following us?

Nope, just a black van.

Yeah, what black van?

(Sighs) You're starting
to see things, Len.

It's not a good sign.

Of course it's only natural
considering the pressure.

What are you, my analyst?

Analyze this, Sigmund Freud.

We'll hitch to Vegas, no charge.

No way, I am not hitching,
and I am not going to Vegas and that's final!

Your brilliant idea
doesn't seem to be working.

Obviously the Chinese community here
is not very strong.

(Lenny) Hey, it's the black van.

What, do you wanna wait
for maybe turquoise? Come on.

(Lenny) 'The more involved I got,
the more I learned to trust my gut feeling.

'And this time my gut feeling was telling me
I was wrong about that black van.

'Like Bruce said,
there was nothing to worry about.'

- Thanks for the ride, pal.
- Don't mention it.

We've been waiting out there
for more than an hour.

Not many people
going to Vegas today.

- You're going all the way to...
- You bet.

Great.

Look, I'll be candid with ya, huh,
cos I trust you.

Just don't say where you heard this.

Actually, we're on a mission.

Started training real early.

We can handle weapons,
explosives, phone taps.

Lenny, here is an expert
with microfilm.

The boys down at the Bureau
call him The Wiz.

I see.

We're, er... we're on the trail
of a large scale conspiracy.

Murder, drugs.

Vegas is the key.

- How do you know?
- Can't say. (Sniggers)

Right.

For your own protection, pal.

Look, this business
is full of real mean dudes,

guys who'd shoot you
right between the eyes in cold blood.

I know just what you mean.

(Bruce) You ever been to Nicaragua?
We were there once.

Had to free a political prisoner.

Our... our contact
was a guy named Carlos.

(♪ CHERYL FRANKS & JOHN ESCOSA:
"Feel For The Win")

♪ Somewhere deep inside you
you know

♪ You've got to feel for the win

♪ You feel it kicking in

♪ Oh, feel for the win

♪ It's pulling you in, yeah

♪ Somewhere down the line

♪ You've gotta start
believing your hunches

♪ If you're gonna win the fight

♪ You've gotta roll with the punches

♪ So the day is gone almost

♪ It's all night then

♪ If you're gonna do something,
you gotta begin

♪ You've got to feel of the win ♪

Thanks again.

Yeah, take it easy, man,
and be careful, huh?

And forget everything I told you
for your own protection.

You have got diarrhea of the mouth.

Bullshitting is an art.

Bullshitting can get us
in serious trouble.

- (Scoffs) With who, him?
- (Lenny) Yeah.

That is the least dangerous guy
I have ever seen in my life.

I mean, right now he's probably, er...
probably going back to the casino, right?

He'll lose a couple bucks,
get something to eat,

maybe get laid
and then he's going home.

I mean, he works hard all month.
He needs a little time to unwind, huh?

Traveling salesman, trust me.

I'm hungry.

So we're in Vegas.
Well, we got 20 bucks.

We turn it into 200 like that, huh?
We'll be eating lobster, getting laid.

You wanna share a hamburger?

(Line ringing)

(Phone ringing)

(Sighs)

Sure you ain't got the wrong number?

No way, this is the number
Skip gave me.

Consider the source.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

(Clears throat) Ah... can I talk
to Christie, please?

She's not here.
Maybe I can help.

Yeah, ah... no, I-I really
need to speak to Christie.

Um... yeah, see, it's an important job,
and the client wants her.

Well, I can give you an address.
She's on her way there now.

(Karrothers) 'Are you sure?'

Positive, they know more
than just the murder.

(Karrothers) 'How do you know?'

They said so. Listen.

(Bruce) 'We're on the trail
of a large scale conspiracy, murder.'

Convinced?

(Karrothers) 'Damn it,
they know too much.'

Let me take them out.

(Karrothers) 'OK, but make it
nice and clean.'

I'm glad you agree.
I'll take care of it.

(Karrothers) 'Since you're in Vegas,
when you're finished with them,

'I want you to make a pickup
for me.'

Sure, I can make a pickup.
Glad to oblige, Mr. K.

(Karrothers) 'Write this down.
Corner of Seigel and Corleone.'

- Seigel and Corleone.
- (Karrothers) 'Midnight.'

Midnight. How would I know?

(Karrothers) 'They will say your name
and you will say "who".'

They'll say my name
and I say "who".

(Karrothers) 'Right.'

Right, I'll take care of it.

(Karrothers) 'Call me
when you have the money.

'Not later than midnight.'

Don't worry, Mr. K., your money is safer
with me than with the B. of A.

(Lenny) If this girl is involved in a murder,
then she's probably got a gun.

If she's got a gun,
she'll probably use it.

If she uses it,
we're probably deceased.

Discretion here is definitely
the better part of valor.

Who said that?

Shakespeare.

Personally, I prefer Chuck Norris.

Read my lips, Rambo, discretion.

(Both sigh)

(Lenny) 'We were determined
to follow Christie to her apartment,

'and get to the bottom of things.

'Following a suspected hit woman who
was probably armed was pretty dangerous.

'I was proud of us.

'We had the makings of real heroes.'

(Lenny sighs)

- Great, we're fucked.
- I know we're fucked.

(Lenny sniffing)

Hey, wait a minute.

(Bruce sniffing)

What are you doing?

I still have a nose
for perfume, remember?

(Lenny sniffing)

(Lenny sniffing)

This is definitely the door.

- You're sure?
- Trust me.

Whoa!

We, er... we slipped.

(High-pitched voice) It's OK, honey.
We all do.

You two are cute.
You wanna play?

- We probably should be, er...
- Leaving.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wait, I was just about
to make espresso.

(Lenny sniffing)

Remember, discretion.

(Door creaking)

(Men) Surprise!

(Applauding and cheering)

(Lenny) Hi.

Cut it out!

I said cut it out!

Something's wrong here.

This isn't Mario.

No kidding, this isn't Mario.

Who the fuck are you geeks?

- Freeze, police!
- (Guns clicking)

- Yeah, I say kill the fuckers.
- (Others) Yeah!

(Burps)

Come on.

I mean, do we look
like cops to you?

We're, er... part of Christie's act.

- What?
- Come on, tell 'em. Honey!

She does this all the time.
She's such a kidder.

Honey, the man's got a gun
to my face.

(Chuckles) It's a matter
of life and death, honey.

That true, lady?

It's alright.
They work for me.

See, I told ya.

(Man) Turn off the lights,
and start all over again, alright?

Mario will be here any minute.

I'll just go touch up my makeup.

I'd like to see you in my office.

(Lenny chuckles)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Love you, love you all.
You're a great group.

(Lenny) Marvelous.

It's pretty bizarre story.

You're a pretty bizarre kid,
and you're Skip's brother.

That qualifies you
as a certified asshole.

I take it you're not crazy
about Skip.

(Bruce) Well, neither is Lenny, OK?

(Christie) Oh, so we have
something in common.

Did you ever find any film
for your camera?

(Lenny) Oh, yeah, film.
I promise, look, here are the photos.

Listen, sweetheart, you seem
like a nice kid to me.

Listen to the man, huh?
He's trying to save your life.

He's right, I'm determined.
I am.

We're determined
to solve this case.

(Christie) Case, what case?

What are you, James Bond Junior?

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Go ahead, I haven't got all night.

(Lenny) After you left, you know,

I understand you were pissed
and everything,

but after you left,
did you go to the beach?

- (Christie) Sure.
- (Lenny) In a bathing suit?

(Christie) No, in a suit of armor.

Of course I was wearing
a bathing suit.

Do you have a black rose tattoo on...

(Christie) Never leave home without it.

What about the gun?

What gun?

Concealed weapon, lethal, a pistol.

(Cocks gun)

(Christie) Sorry I have to do this.

You seem like nice kids to me,
but you know too much.

I'm... I'm hit, I'm bleeding!

(Christie laughing)

It's a water pistol.
I had it specially made for my act.

Am I innocent now?

Didn't buy it for a second.

We thought somebody got killed
with that gun today.

(Christie) Come on,
tap water's not that bad, not even in LA.

(Lenny) No, really.

Somebody dropped dead
at the beach today,

and in the photo
it looks like you killed him.

Oh! Oh, shit.

(Lenny) Have you seen this guy?

- I know him, that's Ned...
- Carson, we know.

Bad news that guy, real asshole.

Why?

Well, I don't know all the details,
but he's into drugs and stuff.

Think somebody
might want him dead?

(Humming)

Hello!

(Chuckles) Don't worry, bro,
I'm coming to help you.

Man, these are heavy.

Let go of me, son of a bitch.

Ah, bastard!

You feel better now?

Hey, kill the lights!

He's on his way.

(Bruce) OK, sir, we're outta here.

Listen, I'm glad we had this chance
to straighten things out.

Maybe now you'll think of me
as a human being

instead of just Skip's brother.

Blood is thicker than water.

Yeah, remember that
when you shoot that guy tonight.

(Bruce) Ah.

- (Grunts)
- (Lenny) Did you hear that?

(Christie) Hand me my gun, will you?
I gotta go.

(Bruce) Ah, yeah, sure.
Um... it's down here somewhere.

Gun, gun, uh... OK, yeah, got it.

(Humming) Good luck.

- Thanks.
- (Bruce) Get him right between the eyes.

Hey, dudes.

(Both snickering)

Mario.

(Cheering and applauding)

(Gunshot)

That was loud for a water pistol.

Must be special effects.

- (Men shouting)
- (Christie screaming)

Fuck discretion, let's run!

(Screams)

- (Lenny) Shit, it's that guy's van!
- (Bruce) Man, we're lucky.

- (Lenny) Shit, no keys!
- (Bruce) Pull the cables.

- What cables?
- The ignition cables, go, go, go!

- (Lenny) It's Christie!
- (Bruce) Stop.

(Christie gasping)

Hey!

(Lenny) Come on, come on!

(Bruce) Come on, go!

Burn rubber, man!

(Lenny) This piece of shit
doesn't burn rubber!

She's getting away, shit!

What the hell happened back there?

Christ, I don't know!
I just squirted the gun!

- (Christie screams)
- (Tires screeching)

(Horns blaring)

Shit, this is a real gun!

I'm dead, I'm dead.

You're an asshole!

The bullet went through your window,
one inch from your head!

(Sirens wailing)

Whoa! Shit, whoa!

- Nice watch, bro.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Ah, you can't take it with you.

(Eskenazy screaming)

Shit, man, somebody threw away
a perfectly good white man.

All this excitement,
I... I gotta take a leak.

What are you, crazy?
We-we can't stop now!

Fine by me.
We'll float home.

Damn!

(Lenny) 'The corner of Seigel and Corleone
looked like a ghost town.

'I stopped the car to let Bruce
do what kings do alone.

'Little did I know destiny was waiting.'

(Unzips pants)

(Urinates)

Put this on.
It'll keep you warm.

Thanks.

- Come on, come on.
- (Bruce) Fine, I'll ring it.

Eskenazy?

- (Lenny) Who?
- Right.

We've got Mr. K.'s package.
He's waiting for it right now, get going.

(Zips pants)

Right.

There's gotta be half a million dollars here,
give or take a thousand.

Great, everybody in Las Vegas
with an Italian last name is after me

and I get stuck
with two underage drug dealers.

That drop wasn't for us.
It was for somebody else.

That guy who gave us a lift
from LA.

And besides, you don't even know
if Mario's dead.

I shot him, for Christ sakes!

- Did you see him hit?
- There's no way I could've missed.

We gotta go to the police
and tell 'em what's going on.

- (Bruce) You nuts?
- He's right, no police.

Alright.
Alright, we go back to LA,

hide you out at my place,
and consider the alternatives in the morning.

You know something, Len?

You're beginning to show
some real criminal potential.

(Lenny) 'It was 3:21am

'and a certain Mr. Karrothers
was still waiting for his money.

'He asked his goons to exercise
a little friendly persuasion.'

(Groaning)

Well, well, well.
B. of A. is open early today.

What is this shit?

We're here to make a withdrawal
for Mr. K.

Don't!

(Tutting)

Good help is hard to find
these days.

(TV) 'Las Vegas police
say they know very little

'about a shootout
at a Vegas penthouse last night.

'Mario Argento,
son of casino mogul Bruno Argento,

'allegedly a mafia don
before coming to Las Vegas,

'on what the authorities
call legitimate business,

'was the target of an unidentified hitman
at a bachelor party last night,

'only a day before
his scheduled marriage to Lucy Dane,

'daughter of gambling tycoon
Sydney Dane.

'Argento is back at home today
after being treated for minor wounds.

'Heavy police surveillance is expected
at today's wedding ceremonies.

'Although police insist
that there is no connection

'between the Argento shooting
and the execution style murder

'of hired assassin Amadeus Eskenazy
this morning,

'informed sources
have told this station

'that Eskenazy's death may have occurred
in retaliation for the attempt on Argento.

'Authorities are currently investigating
Eskenazy's background

'and employment history for clues.'

- 'This is Chris Thomas for...'
- Looks like you're in the clear.

I don't know.

Maybe they just want me to think I am,
so I'll come out into the open.

You're welcome to stay here
for a couple of days.

Wait until all this blows over.

Why are you so nice to me?

Because bad women
are always more enticing.

Let me read between the lines.

Skip's given you some debriefing.

It's not Skip that bothers me,
it's your job.

Well, Skip hates my guts,
because he didn't get what he wanted,

and my job,
there's nothing wrong with it.

I'm an entertainer.

How much entertaining
are we talking about here?

You were there, you saw it.

I make men drool for 200 bucks.

I get paid, I get dressed,
and I get out.

- That's all?
- That's all.

(Chuckles) Terminal.

What's terminal?

Bitching, good, excellent.

Thank God you're not like your brother.

I used to wanna be, you know?

Now I'm starting to like me
the way I am.

So am I.

OK, right. Thanks, Melanie.
OK, bye.

What? Right, I'll call you.
OK, bye.

Well, it's all starting to make sense.

What did she say?

She said she heard Carson
shooting his mouth off

about a deal he had with some guy
named Michael Karrothers.

His wife's a real slut.

She dresses up like Marilyn Monroe,
cruises the beach.

Sounds like blackmail to me.

- One thing still bothers me.
- What?

(Burps)

Pepperoni.

Actually, there is something
that bothers me.

- What's that?
- The body.

What happened to it?

Well, did anyone else
see the murder?

I don't know.

Seems to me,
if you're looking for a murderer,

you better make sure
there was a murder.

Right.

Right!

OK, you stay here,

and you and I
are gonna go ask some questions.

Nobody knows we're involved
in this thing.

Yet.

Come on, get your ass off the table.
Let's get outta here.

I've created a monster.

Be honest.

I can't, it goes against my principles.

I didn't hear anything
about any stiffs on the beach.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

You sure?

Hey man, you guys ask
too many questions.

You ask more questions
than that other guy did.

What other guy?

- Real ugly dude.
- That's a big help.

Drives a black van.

- Oh, shit.
- That's what I said.

He was real strange too.

He came up asking me
all kind of information about you guys,

but I didn't tell him nothing.

I wouldn't tell him a word about you.
Nothing, I was fast, firm.

- Hey, Fantastic.
- I was a grave... Huh?

Where's Brucey?

How did you know?

ES. fucking P., Jack.

We've had it.

He knows us.
He gave us a ride, we're dead.

Wrong, he's dead.

He's gonna kill us and we can run,
but we can't hide.

What did you say?

He's dead, somebody killed him
this morning.

- Terminal.
- Absolutely.

Then we're, er... then we're safe.

Absolutely.

- And no one's following us?
- Nobody.

And those guys behind us, they're just
figments of my imagination, right?

Oh, shit.

- Friends of yours?
- That's the guy with the briefcase.

I gotta take a leak.

How about a hot fudge?

A bunch of Jimmy Cagney rejects
are after us,

- and you want ice cream?
- Mm-hmm.

(Cyclist) Hey, give me back my bike,
you fat ass!

That's my bike!

Can we get one chocolate chip
and an Uzi?

We don't make war, silly,
just ice cream.

How many scoops
can I get on one cone?

As many as you like.

Well, start mounting.

Ooh, I'd love too.

Everybody, can I have
your attention, please?

(Bruce) Everybody, listen up to him.

I want you to help me
in welcoming

America's number one
ice cream manufacturer,

- Mr. Enrico Zabaglione, yes, yes!
- (Crowd clapping)

Mr. Zabaglione is here today

on behalf of the Lick Me, Eat Me
ice cream company,

and he's here to sponsor
an ice cream fight

that will pay 1,000 dollars
to the lucky winner!

- (Cheering and applause continues)
- Look at that, look at that!

He's reaching for the money
right now!

Are we gonna give him
what he wants?

(Crowd) Yeah!

You bet we are!

Oh, hurt me, I love it.

Ah... oh, oh, oh, it's so cold, oh!

You're so sweet.

You give great cone.

I'm not gonna eat ice cream
for the rest of my life.

Let's see.

I'm not crazy
about the chocolate chip.

Mmm, raspberry is more like it.

- You know what?
- What?

I'm greedy. I just decided to go
for the whole 31 flavors.

(Lenny) 'We made passionate,
uncontrolled, steamy,

'wet, orgiastic, screaming love
until the sun went down.

'It wasn't the only one.'

Thanks again, Melanie.
I owe you one. Bye-bye.

Here's the address.

Why do you wanna go
to Karrothers' house anyway?

I think he's got all the answers.

Don't you think that's a little risky?

Hey, risk is his middle name, babe.

Promise to be careful.

Of course not.
I love mutilation.

'It looked like we were starting
to crack the case.

'To penetrate Karrother's heavy security,
we mapped out a plan Bruce devised,

'and the pattern of the Trojan horse.'

(Bruce) Trojan?
I didn't know they made horses too.

(Lenny) Your ignorance is showing again.

(Bruce) I'm promising raw material.
I can't see a thing.

(Lenny) You're not supposed to.
You're a bush, you're a vegetable.

- (Bruce) What's the difference?
- (Lenny) Bushes have brains.

(Bruce) Oh.

(Engine roaring nearby)

(Car door opening)

(Door closing)

(Trunk opening)

(Trunk closing)

(Lenny) Let's go.

(Bruce) Damn, my legs are killing me.

(Lenny) Come on.

(Dog growling)

Like that old man
walking by the house.

Right in the middle, you know?
The guy was real quick.

(Lenny) Oh great, it's the gardeners.

- How about you, getting any?
- No.

Hey, I'll give you some numbers.
There's a some real nice ones.

- (Gate buzzes open)
- (Lenny) Ah, shit.

- (Bruce) Huh?
- (Lenny) Alarm system. Come on.

- (Guard #1 yawns) Hey, I am dead.
- (Guard #2) Tired?

I have been up for about 24, 48 hours.
I don't know.

- What have you been up to lately?
- Not too much.

- (Cigarette sizzles)
- (Lenny) Ow!

- What's the matter?
- Thought I heard something.

Let's go see.

Did you take care of the body?

(Hitman) As promised.

What about the kids?
Your man, Eskenazy, couldn't deliver.

- (Hitman) I'll handle it.
- You do that.

But I want my half million before
you even think about touching them.

I'm not a violent man, you know?

I just get that way when people
screw around with my money.

(Hitman chuckles) I'll be careful.

Very careful.

- (Bruce) Are they gone?
- (Lenny) They better.

That cigarette butt
is still burning me.

- (Bruce) Watch the dog shit.
- (Lenny) Oh, shit.

(Bruce) I told you.

(Karrothers) Remember,
the kids know about the murder.

If they got my money,
I want the money back first!

- Then you take them out.
- (Hitman) Right.

(Karrothers) No screw-ups this time.

And don't ever come back
to this house again.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Whispers) Knock it off. Stop!

Hey, do people shrink
in these things?

No, but they do catch
all kinds of diseases.

I don't know.
I think I need more variety in my sex life.

It gets boring
with the same damn woman.

- It must be heated?
- Must be.

Please be.

I wouldn't mind giving Mr. Karrothers's
old lady a tryout, you know?

Staying alive after
could be a real problem though.

No drink for me?

The party's over for you, lady.

I thought we agreed
to put everything behind us.

So far I've managed with the infidelity,
the murder and the blackmail,

but I'm not so sure
about the half million dollars.

They're just kids, Mike.
You'll get your money back.

If they were here right now,
I'd drown the little bastards.

- Lenny, I gotta take a leak.
- No!

You didn't!

Goddamn it, Stacey,
you get mixed up in this shit again,

it'll be a lot cheaper and a hell
of a lot less painful to have you killed.

(Sighs) I love it when you talk dirty.

Freeze!

Greetings, earthlings.

We were consuming mass quantities
of liquids from your fluid tank and...

Hands up, assholes, real slow.

Mr. Karrothers is gonna be real glad
to see these guys.

Go get him.

We wouldn't wanna disturb him
at this hour, would we, sir?

We might get his carpet wet.

- How long until it goes off?
- Until what goes off?

- Minor plastics.
- Yeah.

On the pool window.

Not a lot of noise.
Just a... it's a poof and lots of water.

I'd make it about 20,000 gallons,
wouldn't you say?

Eighteen thousand. Er... 19 tops.

(Gate buzzes open)

(Alarm blaring)

(Engine starts)

(Karrothers) Get your ass
out of the pool, you moron!

- (Lenny) What the hell are you doing?
- (Bruce) I don't know.

I-I've never been in a Rolls before.

(Tires screeching)

Don't let 'em get away!
Stop 'em!

Hey, that's my car, you asshole!

My...

- (Alarm continues blaring)
- Get outta here!

We stole his car, man.
Michael Karrothers's car.

He is gonna have our balls
for breakfast.

Karrothers knows,
he knows who we are.

He knows we have the money.
He knows we know he had Carson killed.

No wonder I'm numb.
We're already dead.

I don't think so.

The mob thinks that Karrothers
hired Eskenazy to bump off Mario.

What does that make Karrothers?

- A dead man.
- And Mrs. Karrothers?

- A widow.
- A very wealthy widow.

- You don't mean...
- Exactly.

I think she's in this thing
a lot deeper than we think.

(Siren wailing)

Shit.

Charles Bronson
would make a run for it.

- You got the equipment, go!
- Are you crazy?

Have we done anything wrong?

Step out of the vehicle, please.

Something wrong, Officer?

Just step out of the vehicle.

Pretty humid tonight, huh?

Is this your vehicle?

Company car.

Open the trunk, please.

Sure, the trunk.

Er... let's see, um...

Thanks.

Nothing there but the spare, Officer.

Put your hands above your head
and spread your legs now!

W-wait... wait a minute. We... we just
borrowed this car from a friend!

- Do it!
- OK!

You have the right to remain silent!

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law!

You have the right to an attorney!

Goddamn it!

Cool down, sweetheart.
Remember your blood pressure.

They're fucking amateurs
walking in and out of here undisturbed.

My highly paid professionals
end up in the goddamn pool!

My whole life is ruined in a single day
because I'm surrounded by idiots!

- You will work it out.
- The hell I will.

I lose my wife to a beach bum,

a couple of kids
steal my money and my car,

and the whole Vegas mafia
want my head on a platter.

- (Door opening)
- What else could go wrong?

(Footsteps approaching)

(Sneezes) I'm sorry to bother you,
Mr. Karrothers,

but there's a policeman here
to see you.

Affirmative. Will do.

I understand.

OK, you're free to go.

- Go where?
- I said you're free to go.

- Can I ask you a question?
- You're pushing your luck, kid.

Just one.

What was in the trunk?
Who bailed us out?

Are you trying to frame us?
Are you really gonna let us go or...

'The mystery
wasn't so mysterious anymore.

'But we didn't know who
our anonymous benefactor had been.

'We soon knew everything
about the body

'in the trunk of Karrothers's car.

'I decided to go back
and re-examine the evidence,

'all the slides I had
from the day of the murder.

'Take a new perspective.'

Alright, let's see.

OK, here's Carson.

And he's holding something.

It's pictures.

Of, er... of Karrothers old lady
in the act with her gigolo, right?

Right.

OK, here's the murder.
Alright, there's Carson, he's getting it.

Here he's falling.

Here he's hitting the dust.

Now he's dead.

Oh, yeah, here's Bruce's
wonderful photos of feet.

(Lenny sighs)

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Bruce, Bruce, you are a genius.

I know that.

Remember... remember
when I gave you the camera?

You took the pictures.
You bumped into Carson, right?

- Yeah, right.
- Those are Carson's boots.

What does that prove?

I saw these boots walking
across Karrothers's driveway last night.

God, that's right, we did.

That means that...

Exactly, and I can prove it.

(Line ringing)

(Carson) 'I'm on vacation
for a couple of weeks.

'Don't leave a message.'

On the day of the murder, we called Carson
and he had a different message.

How could he change it
if he was dead?

Boy, are you smart?

It wasn't Carson's murder
we saw in the photos.

It was Carson
who murdered somebody.

Carson was the killer and the victim
was, um... Mrs. Karrothers's gigolo.

(Carson) Boy, are you smart?

I like smart kids.

Smart kids should stay in college,
get a degree, be useful to society.

Mrs. Karrothers's gigolo
turned out to be a real asshole.

Had some photos taken
of himself and the little woman,

real hot stuff.

Went around asking for money
for the negatives,

which is typical of an asshole.

So the old lady gives him some.

Karrothers finds out about it
and gets pissed.

Not because
someone's porking his wife,

but because someone's screwing
his bank account.

When the asshole got greedier,
he gave me ten Gs to waste the fucker.

Worked like a charm.

The guy doesn't wanna do the deal
except in public

where there's plenty of people around.

Even assholes have brains.

So Mrs. K. sets him up real nice.

I walk up to him
like I'm bringing him the money,

pretend to stumble
and knock myself out cold.

The old lady says to the guy,

"Let's get him outta here
and look for the money."

They pull me outta sight
behind the can.

The guy goes for the money.

I ventilate him.

Nobody hears a thing.

Getting the body to the old lady's car
is no problem.

In Venice, even carrying
around a stiff looks normal.

Besides, cops were already busy
booking some dame on a section 211,

illegal possession of big tits.

And then you kids decide
to start playing detective.

(Tuts)

Bad for Mr. Karrothers.

Bad for Eskenazy,
the poor, stupid bastard.

And especially bad for you.

Because now you have to kill us.

(Clicks tongue) You get smarter
every minute, kid.

Before or after
we give you the money?

(Laughs) I'm not worried
about the money.

I'm good at organizing things,
like when old lady Karrothers says,

"How'd you like to make
a hundred Gs instead of just ten?"

So I tell her how we can incriminate
her husband and put the stiff in his car,

and get his fingerprints on my gun
and get rid of him,

and then you fucked that up, too.

But now I'm thinking
what if the cops come here,

and find you laid out
with some of Karrothers's money?

Everything would fit.

Real nice. Uh-uh, I wouldn't.

(Whispers) Count to three
and close your eyes.

Goodbye, kids.

(Lenny) Run!

(Gunshots)

Freeze!

Drop the gun!

(Gasps)

You decide.

Get back, put your guns down.

Nice and slow.

(Officer) Get back, back.

That's it.

Ow!

Now, the little lady and I are going
for a walk. Nobody moves.

I see one pubic hair twitch,
she's dead.

(Screams)

(Helicopter whirring)

(Police) 'Attention, attention,
you are surrounded!

'Give yourself up!

'Do not attempt to escape!

'Drop the gun!

'Get off the bike!

'Drop your pants
and get your hands up!'

(Siren wailing)

(Woman) Asshole!

Oh, shit!

(Engine roaring)

Skip, get that guy!

- What guy?
- The guy over there!

What, are you crazy?

There's big money in it!

Didn't you know? When it comes
to brotherhood, I'm true blue!

Come on, guys!

Yeah!

Yes!

(Skip) We'll catch him.

I saved your life, dude!

Where's my money?

(Crowd applauding)

So tell us, Skip, how does it feel
being a hero?

Ah, come on, let's not exaggerate.
Feels good.

- Did you have any help solving the case?
- Help?

Well, um... no.

I'm a loner.
Always work alone.

Excuse me, excuse me.
Um... yes, excuse me.

Um... would you like to know
who really solved this murder?

- Yes, I would.
- These two gentlemen right here.

Come on in here.
Yeah, these two gentlemen right here.

- They really solved the murder.
- (Crowd applauding)

Yeah, listen, this is TV time.

These are the two gentlemen
that solved the case all by themselves.

(Reporter) I see.
And who are you, sir?

I am Detective Jesse Turner Junior,
LAPD Homicide.

You heard it here first, folks.

This is Jennifer Mayer, KNLA,
live from Venice Beach.

(Lenny) 'Fantastic an undercover cop.

'It seemed incredible.

'He'd been there three months
sleeping at the beach

'on the trail
of Karrothers's drug trafficking ring.

'When we got involved,
he sidetracked us with Helga

'to buy some time,
put taps on us.

'We did the dirty work,
but he was in control.

(Chuckles) 'When we got arrested,
he was the one who bailed us out.'

Well, then everything got screwed up.

Christie shot Mario by mistake,

and his old man thought Karrothers
had something to do with it,

- and then we found the money.
- Right.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What money are you talking about?

Well, about a half a million dollars
in small bills.

Some kind of pay off or something.

- I didn't hear that.
- I said...

No, no, no, you don't understand.

My office doesn't know anything
about any money.

- No?
- No.

Now, Karrothers is too busy in jail
to miss it.

Mrs. K. is about to be indicted
as an accomplice.

And Carson, he's looking
at 300 years in solitary, if he's lucky.

So... what money
are you talking about?

(Bruce) Listen to the man, pal.

We don't know anything
about any money either.

(Chuckles) Oh no, Brucey, no way.

Grow up, homeboy.

Now, think of all the things
that you can do with that money.

Youth and bravery has its rewards.

(Bruce) I agree.

(Chuckles) Ditto on me.

No way, I am not going to keep it
and that's final.

(♪ ALI THOMSON: "Just Dive In")

♪ This is where I want to be

♪ Playing hard and running free

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin

- ♪ Why don't we just dive in...
- (Honks horn)

♪ Just dive in

♪ We can make a dream come true

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven

♪ Waiting to begin... ♪

Sure I resisted at first,
but then I listened to reason.

See, I'm the kind of guy
who needs motivation to act.

What can I say?

Spending somebody else's
half million bucks is a tough job

but hey, somebody has to do it.

- Whoo! Yeah!
- (Christie laughs)

(♪ ALI THOMSON: "Wake Up The World")

♪ Another day we survive
this wheel of fortune

♪ Just waiting to reign on the night

♪ No other way
to revive this celebration

♪ Get ready to stand in the line

♪ Dance down the valley of kings

♪ Shake up the rules we made

♪ We're gonna wake up the world tonight

♪ Do what we want to do

♪ Up to the limit and right on through

♪ We're gonna wake up the world

♪ Shake up the world tonight

♪ Dangerous moves we may make
in search of our dream

♪ Risking it all just to win

♪ Somehow this time,
we're alive, alive and kicking

♪ Just waiting on the good times
to begin, oh

♪ Dance down the valley of kings

♪ Shake up the rules we made

♪ We're gonna wake up the world tonight

♪ Do what we want to do

♪ Up to the limit and right on through

♪ We're gonna wake up the world

♪ Shake up the world tonight

♪ Wake up the world

♪ Gonna wake up the world

♪ Dance down the valley of kings

♪ Shake up the rules we made

♪ We're gonna wake up the world tonight

♪ Do what we want to do

♪ Up to the limit and right on through

♪ We're gonna wake up the world

♪ Wake up the world

♪ Dance down the valley of kings

♪ Shake up the rules we made

♪ We're gonna wake up the world tonight ♪