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In a city of angels, under cover of night, people are drowning in

a sea of light.

The devil holding your life on the line.

Angels are calling, rain for time.

Something's got to give, something's got to bring.

Because he shoots a girl in the shower?

I should do business with him? He's cranking it up.

Killing our couriers.

Laura was the second one.

He's extorting me.

And you think I should take it?

He wants a little taste.

Give it to him. Do business.

That's what you call it?

Do you remember the game we used to play when we were kids?

I'd faint, you'd flinch.

I get a free shot?

Yeah, and if you didn't flinch, you'd get another free shot at me.

I never flinched.

Not once.

This ain't the school yard.

Oh.

How does he want it?

Cash.

Delivered by someone he knows and trusts.

Bobby Taylor.

Boy, that's a funny man.

His ex -girlfriend.

The only one of my people he trusts.

You know, I think he's still carrying the torch for her. She's perfect.

Best Corey I have had.

You know, Murray, you may be right.

Maybe I should do business with the Canuck.

I thought Bobby retired.

She just unretired.

Find her.

Let's go.

Here's to wealthy clients.

Who pay their bills.

You know, champagne was invented for moments like this.

Aha! Two more champagne moments.

I'll drink to that.

Wow. That stuff is really, um... It's getting to my head. I mean, I'm not a

drinker, but... Ew.

You better slow down a little bit. That tea thick fill may not mix too well with

champagne. Oh, don't be silly. I'll be fine.

Cheers.

Oh, whoa.

You shouldn't have so much champagne, darling.

You all right?

Easy, easy, easy.

I'm fine. Okay, okay.

I know, but I... I got it. I got it. He would just let me... Thank you. How are

you? Fine.

I've got it.

Thank you.

That's kind of nice, actually.

What?

Well, you have a very strong and steady lifeguard arm.

Come on, come on.

You know what?

No, I don't.

I think the champagne is getting to me.

Whoa.

Hey,

all right, okay.

Just stand right here, right here. Another party? Right there.

Oh, whoa, gotcha. Sorry.

Okay. This is your home? Yeah, yeah, it's Miles' house.

Do you have any champagne?

No, I have no champagne.

All bachelors have champagne.

And why are you still a bachelor?

What's your problem?

I put on some coffee.

Coffee?

I don't want any coffee.

Good

night.

Hey, Mitch, did I ever tell you how much I

love my job in Malibu and you

in Garner?

Well, Ryan, I'm glad you're happy.

Mitch, can I ask you a question?

Anything.

How long have we been working together?

A while.

Can I ask you another question?

Sure.

How come you never ripped my clothes off?

Um... Ryan, you know, it's the 90s. Men just don't go

around ripping women's clothing off without permission.

You want me to rip your clothes off, you have to ask.

Well, that's not very romantic.

Well, romance is in short supply these days.

Have you ever wanted to?

What?

Rip off my clothes!

You know, it's really late. What do you say we go to bed, huh?

Sounds good.

No, no, no, darling. Just sleep.

Sleep? Yeah.

I don't want to go to sleep. I know you don't want to go to sleep, but you'll

thank me in the morning.

Okay.

What? Don't you find me attractive?

Very. Well, good.

Ryan,

we made a deal.

We did?

Yes, we did.

Remember, business and pleasure do not mix.

Okay, then.

Good night.

Callard. The word stupid comes to mind.

Yes, you did.

Come on.

Up you go. Oh, thank you. All right.

Time to go night -night.

Okay. All right, here we go.

Is this foreplay? No, this is not foreplay.

Oh.

Here we go.

All right.

Thank you.

That's foreplay.

Sweet dreams.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Buchanan, no more deals.

What's with the doorbell?

Oh, uh, he put that in before he left. How's he doing with his mom? He's doing

great. He says he loves Minneapolis, but he misses it a bit.

Oh, yeah.

Loves Minneapolis?

How's anybody gonna love Minneapolis?

No, isn't it? Oh, that's cold.

It's... Damn.

Too cold for me.

I get you.

Oh, my God.

Who's that?

What?

That. Oh, that.

Um... Ryan.

Oh. No, no, no, nothing like that. She, um, mixed champagne and Dramamine

on a trip back from Catalina.

I didn't feel like schlepping her all the way to Malibu, and believe me, she

in no condition to drive.

Hmm. Oh.

Oh, my God!

Excuse me.

Oh, my God, Brian.

What did you do last night?

You okay?

Uh, fine, thanks.

Um, I'll be right out.

Thank you.

and slept with your partner.

Way to go, genius.

Now what?

Um... Um... I... Uh... Go

downstairs.

Um... Tell him... Uh... What

will you tell him? Um... The, uh...

What was I drinking last night?

Champagne. Yes, of course.

It was just the champagne. That's reasonable.

You'll understand.

Good morning, Ryan.

We're going out for breakfast. Would you care to join us?

Coffee?

No, thank you.

But thank you.

I go now.

She doesn't know, does she?

No. She thinks something happened last night.

You gotta tell her.

I will.

Bobby? Bobby?

Are you okay?

Bobby?

Hey!

Original recipe?

You marry a guy that's still buying original recipe?

Bobby. You want her back?

You want her back?

Yes.

Then be cool.

Get around here and go ahead.

Albert, stay out of this. I'm fine.

No cops.

Let's put the gun away. Put the gun away. Go and try. Go and try.

Listen, I need a favor.

And I need a rent check, Griff.

No, make that rent cash.

I'm sorry about the rubber check, okay? I'm on the arm all over town, but that's

changing.

Wait a second. Do that again.

Griff, spare me, okay? No, no, no. This is incredible.

The way the light hits your face, it makes you glow.

Like the light's coming from inside you.

You're three months behind.

Look, it's tight for me, too.

No matter who says what about my so -called sugar daddy, I still have to

this place work.

Yeah, well, look, I promise I'll make up the rent, Donna, but first I really

need this favor.

What is it?

Okay, some people are going to come looking for me.

What people?

I don't know, just people. And I need you to tell them that I took a two

fashion kit in Hong Kong.

Yeah, and I left last week. Can you do that?

Come on, please.

Pass over the brownie crepes.

Donna. Come on, have a heart. Look, this isn't just a camera.

This is my soul.

Okay, keep it.

Get your act together, huh?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

What about that favor?

Covered. Thank you, Donna.

Hey,

why are these people looking for you?

I think they want to kill me.

Hey, Garner.

Hey.

Listen, I need some pepper spray.

Pepper spray?

Yeah, you have any?

You need a license for that stuff, Griff. What's that?

Nothing, you know, just in case.

No, I can't give you any pepper spray.

Well, how about a gun?

A gun?

You need some help, Griff?

Yeah, here, come on, I'll show you.

What's going on? Isn't that Bobby? Who? They say they'll kill her if I go to the

cops. Mitch, you gotta help me.

Take a look at these.

So what do these have to do with your friend Greg?

Well, Greg's the paparazzi king, right?

He asked me to get some nude photos of this hot model who calls herself Miss

Dika.

I never would do this kind of junk, except I needed them more.

So how does the pepper spray fit into all this?

It takes me a while, but I get the shot.

I think someone's trying to kill me.

Kill you? Why?

This.

And... This.

This right here is my shot, but with Greg's byline.

Yeah, and it gets wilder.

I took this shot around 11 yesterday and dropped the necks off by Greg's.

Well, last night he sends them back with no money.

So I go over to his house and the cops are all around.

So what did the cops say?

I don't know. I didn't talk to them. I choked and they ran.

Well, Greg's in the hospital with a busted head.

So I'm thinking whoever trashed Greg may come looking for these.

Look at the side table.

What?

The mirror.

Someone in the next room.

The killer.

Man, Garner, what should I do?

What you should have done in the first place. You should have gone to the cops.

But I'm scared.

Well, you ought to be.

I've missed you, Bobby.

Right. I need you to make a run.

No.

W normal P.

Forget it.

I can't. It's got to be done.

It's got to be you.

I'm retired.

Are you going to make me do something we'll both feel very bad about?

My mule days are over.

I'm not about to risk carrying illegal stuff through customs in some foreign

airport. Oh, no, no, no, no. No, this is a local.

It's a milk run.

Local? Why do you need me for that?

It's to Boyette.

To Boyette?

He's been squeezing me for a piece of the action lately.

I'm paying him off.

He knows you, he trusts you.

I trust you.

So he asked specifically that you make the delivery.

Jordan, I'm out of that.

I have a different life.

A husband.

I had him tailed.

Make sure he didn't run to the cops.

Bring him in.

Well, well, look at you, Mr. Beach.

Beach shirt, beach shoes.

Well, I was beginning to think you guys were going to stand us up.

Come on, Garner, not you.

So, what's up?

The message sounded kind of needy.

This is Griff Walker.

I don't know if that's what you could ask me. Relax.

You guys working on that mystical movie?

Yeah. Any nominees?

Only one.

Former Irish soccer player.

Felix Dennis.

There's a lot of money, power.

Women? I took that on the rough side.

I dated Miss Pinker for a couple of months.

Griff took that photo of Miss Pinker that was in the paper today.

Yeah, and I don't want to be involved at all.

I think, sir, he may be next on Phoenix's list.

After what happened to Greg, well, we'll try to make that case before that

happens. Good. I don't want Griff to be muckled.

In the meantime, any objections if I pay the man a visit?

He's my guest.

Won't be stepping on nothing of mine.

He owns a pub called Brennan's in Santa Monica.

Books, Brit action, soccer, rugby.

Plays pretty good.

Bobby speaks Farsi?

And Thai, and French, and Mandarin Chinese.

How do you know that?

Well, I ran her driver's license, and her social security number, and her

card through a friend's computer.

It's pretty amazing what they can find out about people.

Albert, did you know about any of this?

No, I mean, she'd order at the French restaurants, but... What else do you

Well, she was a runway model in Milan.

I knew that.

Airline hostess. I knew that.

She's dripped in a club in West Hollywood.

I didn't know that.

The Club La Paz.

She was there a year or so before you two met.

I didn't know.

Well, then nothing. There's no visible income.

She traveled a lot.

About 940 ,000 frequent flyer miles in 16 months.

And a bank account that nearly matches the miles.

No, how'd she get that money? She doesn't have a job. This isn't my Bobby.

Well, I guess that she was a mule.

Yeah, that'd be my call, too.

A mule?

Courier. Someone who delivers certain things to certain people.

And has a nice perk.

Travel and a lot of tax -free money.

I need a drink.

Well, we have coffee right over here.

Coffee's not gonna cut it.

Bar's downstairs.

I don't even know the person you're talking about.

It's not my Bob.

It's not my Bob.

Well, let's get started at the last place you worked.

Okay.

So when was the

last time you saw her?

A long time.

A couple of years.

I heard you got married, which is a real stretch.

Have you got any phone numbers or addresses?

Yeah, I got a card on her.

Great. Could you fax that to me, please?

Don't turn around, Albert.

Don't turn around.

I know where your wife is. My wife? Yeah.

The men's room?

What are you, a freaking parrot?

The men's room. Your wife.

Got it?

Wow.

She's got a lot of phone numbers.

I'll run and see if I can find any names and addresses.

What's wrong?

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

Why are you snapping at me?

I'm not.

Look, why don't you go get Albert? We'll see if he recognizes any of these phone

numbers, okay?

Okay, I'll get him.

Good.

You know, if there's some kind of problem, let's get it out.

Is it about last night?

What about last night?

Nothing.

Nothing?

So we have nothing to discuss?

Okay, I'll get him.

Good.

Okay, I'll get him. I'll get him.

Hey, Albert, let's take a little walk.

Why don't you go?

Hey, Albert, you back here?

You've got to remember the smart criminals always find themselves a

niche. That's what this soccer player Felix is about.

Hold it.

Wait, wait.

WC's over there.

Botham, Ed, John.

He's got a sweet little bookmaking operation going on right in this pub.

Soccer, rugby, cricket.

All the expats come here to better borrow money.

The nice thing about the Brits is they don't carry guns.

What, are you kidding?

Those guys don't need guns.

It's not bad.

It's not bad.

It's getting pretty good. Yeah, go on. Go on.

Oh, yes.

It was wonderful.

There we go. Yeah, that's right.

What do you mean, my cat?

Damn. Yeah, I'd like to see you tonight, sweetheart.

How's 8 o 'clock sound?

Hey, and wear that sexy lingerie for me, okay?

Felix Dennis.

I'll call you back, sweetheart.

Bye -bye.

Who the bloody hell are you?

I know you killed Mystica. The cops know you killed Mystica, but I don't care

about that. I'm here because my friend isn't sleeping, thinking you're going to

whack him, too.

Don't know the man.

Photographer? Took the picture in the paper?

Ring a bell?

Yeah.

Now, here's the point.

He is with me.

I want you to be real clear on that. Now, say it. He's with me.

He's with you.

The next man through the door will probably have a badge and a warrant.

You're going down.

Albus!

Sit down.

Bobby, are you okay?

Yes, what did they do to you? I was so worried if anything ever happened to

Oh, you poor thing.

Who did this to you?

Bobby, part of me feels like I don't even know you anymore.

Farsi? Mandarin?

Nearly a million frequent flyer miles?

Stripping in a club?

I'm sorry, Albert.

I didn't mean to hide it.

What? Did I think less of you?

I would die for you, baby.

Well, he's willing to do his part.

You're just a lime, Jordan.

That's not news, Bobby.

You make the run or Albert here dies of unnatural causes.

What's the run?

Deliver a briefcase to Boyette at Union Station.

No biggie. I'll do it. Sit down and shut up.

I'm not a patient man, Bobby.

Hey.

But not like this.

A wardrobe change to make a run?

I only wear these for kidnappings.

You're the best.

I don't know how I ever let you go.

Never your choice.

Here's what I got from Bobby's emergency numbers.

One is her sister, one is out of service, one is some guy who moved to

and one is registered under a company owned by Carlos Jordan.

Carlos Jordan?

Well, I've heard of him and none of it's good.

Marina Towers?

What are you looking at?

Nothing. Yes, you are. You were looking at me.

I wasn't.

What's the building? I am.

Well, you weren't. You were looking at me.

Ryan, I glanced at you.

Oh, don't.

What's the building?

Or I will.

Be my guest.

Fine. And read the paper. Don't look at me. You know, if you've got something

you want to talk about, like get off your chest, just go and let's get it out

here. Go ahead.

Hi.

Regarding the other night.

All right, here we go.

Yeah, that's them.

Let me see. I'm looking at them.

Yeah, that's Bobby and Alma.

Something's coming down. Call the police.

Just a simple job, Bobby.

Bobby, don't do this. Shut up.

Do not let this out of your hands until... Jordan, leave my ear alone.

I know my job.

Fine.

Just put it down in front of Boyette and leave.

All right, there goes Bobby. Stay with him, huh?

Tom.

What, Doc?

Doesn't matter now if you know or not.

The briefcase is a bomb.

She sets it down in front of that pawn scum, Boyette.

Huh? What about Bobby? What about her?

We'll miss her.

No. No!

No!

You're right.

I want to call my lawyer.

Get me a phone. I want to call my lawyer.

Miss Mel?

No, no, no. Just looking for a friend.

Yeah, Bates, this is Lester.

There's a guy in the main station. Looks like nobody's home.

It has a bomb inside. She's going to blow up when she puts it down.

She's going to get into this guy's bouillette. This guy's bouillette. I

Ryan to stay with Bobby. Which way do they go? Don't know. Don't know. All

right, go that way. Go. Go.

Hello, Bobby.

Arthur.

Long time no see, you gorgeous endeavor.

I hear you've been getting your kicks by killing some of my friends.

Laura, Zoe, both dead.

Man had to make a living.

It was wrong.

Had to get George's attention.

I'm in a cash crunch.

Nothing personal.

It was Laura.

Open the bag, let me see what's in it.

I hope.

It's a bomb.

Terrific.

I'll call someone.

Thank you.

Don't move.

I'm telling you, man, she's carrying a bomb.

I'm going to kill you.

But you wanted to stay clear of this and not get involved.

I did.

I mean, I did.

But after what you did for me, how can I just hide if I feel like such a... A

lowlife, gutless, pencil neck, didn't you?

Yeah, exactly.

You can't.

Exactly.

What do we have here?

Thank you.

You just gave me the nails for the man's coffin.

You do understand that you gotta be the hammer.

Yeah, I understand. If these pictures end up in court, I'll have to testify.

They could come back at you from Felix.

Well, that's a chance I'm gonna have to take.

Kid's gotta set.

Don't he, Jones?

Had sleep last night.

Great.

You?

Uh... Look, can I ask you a question?

Anything.

What happened at your house after Catalina?

After Catalina?

Yes, Mitch, after Catalina.

You really want to know?

Yes.

All right.

Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing.

But you said I was great. You were great.

No, you said I was great in bed.

Brian,

you slept in my bed.

I slept on the couch.

Nothing happened.

Really? Really.

Signs. We made an agreement when we opened up the agency not to have our

personal and business lines mingled.

Do you want to change that?

No.

Wish I'd never made it.

As a matter of fact, don't ever make me make those kind of promises again.

Love, Sam.

In the blink

of an eye, the devil is watching as we fly into

the night.

In the night, you can hear the sirens call

as another angel falls.

Thank you.