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Heck, I'm awake.

I'm awake.

What are you doing?

[INAUDIBLE]

Come here.

Good morning.

They are good mornings waking up with you.

Kampo, let's play a game.

What kind of game?

I'll ask a question.

And you answer.

Oh, what do you want to know?

Tell me about your friends.

Oh, well, I don't have that many friends other

than the guys on the swim team.

But I don't hang out with them all the time.

Next question.

OK.

How about your family?

You do have a family, don't you?

Kampo?

Tell me about your family.

I have a brother named Jett.

Well, that's a start.

Tell me about Jett.

Well, he's older than I am, bigger than I am.

And he works and lives in Washington, DC.

Washington?

Oh, I love Washington.

Cherry blossoms in the spring there are beautiful.

I wouldn't know.

I've been there.

What about your... your parents?

Where do they live?

My parents are dead, Jessie.

I'm sorry.

I don't like to talk about it.

Sometimes it helps to talk about it.

Yeah, I know.

Remember, I'm the psych major.

It's just I never had anyone I felt close

enough to to talk to about it.

What about Jett?

There's just certain things we can't talk about.

Well, how long has it been since you've seen him?

Six months.

I mean, it's not like he doesn't care about me.

Jett's been paying for my college.

He's been taking care of me ever since our parents died.

How old were you when it happened?

12 years old.

Oh, so young.

[SCREAM]

WOMAN: (SHOUTING) Oh my god.

You asshole.

I can't believe you.

Aw, man.

Call an ambulance.

No, I don't know what to do.

What am I supposed to do?

You hit him.

And I'll be at the library until about 6:00.

And we're still on for dinner, aren't we?

Yes.

Now, let's go.

I have to make a quick stop before I drop you

off at your class, all right?

Agents.

Back away from the body, please.

Hey, look, it wasn't my fault, man.

He just ran out, OK?

WOMAN: Oh my goodness.

Hector's dead.

Yeah.

We found the postcard.

But there's no luck locating the key.

Yes, I understand.

Good evening.

Topping this evening's news at 6 o'clock

is the death of Hector Ramirez, brother of reputed drug lord,

Manuel Ramirez.

It happened this morning shortly after 10 o'clock

at the First Federal Bank.

That must be what we saw this morning at the bank.

Manuel Ramirez, the bearded drug czar

heads a powerful cartel.

He is on the run from the DEA, and believed to be hiding

somewhere in South America.

Federal authorities are hopeful that recent developments

may flush Ramirez out.

I take it you're not the maid.

Don't those do not disturb signs mean anything anymore?

Hey, whatever it is you're looking for,

I'm fairly certain it's not on me.

You're really in on position to play games with me.

Well, why don't you untie me?

We can try a new position.

If anyone's going to get poked, it's going to be you.

Now, just what should I blow off first?

Ah, I know what.

It that how I taught you to tie a square knot?

Oh, goddammit, Jett.

You always do this.

It's not fair.

You cheat.

I don't cheat.

I'm just a better player than you.

That's all. -Oh yeah?

Well, then play with yourself then.

Jett, no.

No, Jett.

No.

Yes.

[MOANING]

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, god.

Oh.

What's wrong?

What are you?

An amphibian?

I mean, I gotta come up for air once in a while.

Well, Jett used to say I was a fish in my past life,

because I can hold my breath underwater almost four minutes.

Four minutes?

Come on, nobody can hold their breath for four minutes.

What about those guys that dive for pearls.

It just takes practice.

All right, I can see you don't believe me.

[LAUGHS]

How about a little bet then?

A bet?

For what?

What else?

Food, my second favorite pleasure in life.

When I win, you will cook dinner for me for an entire month.

In the unlikely event that... excuse me,

the highly unlikely event that you win,

I will cook dinner for you for a month.

Cook?

Mhm.

Wait a minute.

When I win pizza...

[COUGHS]

Pizza does not count as dinner.

OK.

Let's do it.

OK.

On you mark, get set, go.

Make all the necessary arrangements.

I'll go personally this time.

Boos, please.

You have to wait six months.

Silencio.

I cannot wait another six months.

And I will tolerate no other mistakes.

Vamanos.

56, 57, 58.

Call me [INAUDIBLE].

Yes!

Yes!

How do you do that?

Oh, it's like learning how to ride a bike.

Once you learn, you never forget.

Mm.

You're going to have time to practice your knots.

I have to go under for a while.

Do some hotel hopping.

Good.

I could use some new towels.

Talk about the check is in the mail.

It's hard to believe this thing's

worth a bazillion bucks.

Oh, just the stamps are.

They're not worth quite a bazillion.

But you're not that far off.

But, uh, this thing is a key to Ramirez' future.

The word around the office that Ramirez wants it back.

The boss thinks he's going to come

and try and get it himself.

Duh, now.

Our brilliant bosses are the ones who delivered

this thing this morning to me.

No.

No, really... personally.

You're kidding.

Nope.

They want me to try and use this for bait

to try and trap him with it.

Well, that's going to put a crimp in our plans, isn't it?

Oh, does it?

Well, yeah.

Ramirez was going to give the postcard back anyway

once... once you got him safely out of the country.

If the agency knows you have it, you're

going to have to give it back.

It's state's evidence.

OK.

I'll give it back.

Like hell you will.

This is our ticket out of the civil services.

Sweetheart, how long you've been in the espionage business?

I mean, you're overlooking one of our most

time honored traditions.

And what's that?

The double-cross.

See, I will use this postcard as bait.

As the loyal agent that you are.

And I will accept this postcard as payment

for helping that drug pushing amigo

to cruise on past customs, with his delightful nontraceable

funds.

As the disloyal scoundrel you turned out to be.

Only see, Ramirez won't quite make it to the airport.

-He won't? -Nope.

He has a tragic accident.

Aw.

I'll send flowers, and a card.

And all of his nontraceable funds, they disappear.

Without a trace.

And our agency, well, they get back to their precious four

Curtiss Jenny stamps.

And we walk with $64, give or take.

Take.

Always take.

Speak.

All the arrangement have been made.

We leave for Los Angeles within the hour.

Leave me.

[INAUDIBLE] How can I say?

Classic.

First off, [INAUDIBLE]

Just your being here tells me that you're

mixed up in this some what.

Come on, Sal, you still bitter about that Iran deal?

Look, look here.

I getting my fingers broken for doing favors for your people.

It's not the way I usually do business.

[INAUDIBLE]

Yes.

But pain lingers on.

So tell me, what is cut?

And what assurances do I have that

I will not end up with Colombian necktie.

Hey, every job has certain risk and a price to pay.

I am only interested in cut.

What is it?

And what do I have to give you for it?

How about you give me some names.

And I'll give you one.

It's simple.

What name is that.

Like Curtiss Jenny.

Oh.

Easy, easy, easy.

For you, 25% to do with as please, Sal.

But it's going to cost you plenty of names.

And as far as reinsurance, Ramirez is going to lose

it at all in one fell swoop.

Default on his debts to his associates, and zap.

He owes that much, yeah?

Fighting a drug war these days is expensive.

When Ramirez's buddy Noriega got pinched,

he panicked, made mistakes.

He got messy.

So we checkmated him.

He not only lost face with his drug buddies,

but he pissed a whole bunch of them off.

So now he's hiding out down in South America.

And he sends his brother up here to some bidding.

He gets killed.

You getting the picture?

Oh, yes.

I get picture.

So I will bring you list tonight.

Then I can assume we have a deal.

No, until I get paid, you can assume nothing.

OK.

Then tonight at 7:00...

No, no, no.

What do you mean, no?

I will set place for meeting.

All right.

Where?

Well, it seems to me I remember you like movies

about [INAUDIBLE] fancy beach.

Get on with it.

You know where is old theater on Birchwood?

Yeah.

I know where that is.

There is double feature.

I will bring the popcorn.

If a man truly loves a woman, he will never leave her.

But you must have a tree.

For you man must lead the hunt...

You know what all this salt's going to do

to your blood pressure, Sal?

WOMAN 1 (IN MOVIE): Or you should go hungry.

WOMAN 2 (IN MOVIE): You two speak with idle words.

If I had a man like Duran, he could leave for years,

[SPITS]

And I would wait for him.

WOMAN 1 (IN MOVIE): But you do not have him, do you?

Only Lystra has that good fortune.

[GRUNTING]

Hey come on, Harold.

Cut the crap, huh?

Someone else had to know about my meeting with Kerovac.

Yeah, he was a good contact.

HAROLD (ON PHONE): Look, I'm sorry about Kerovac.

But as far as we're concerned, there's nothing to worry about.

Nothing?

Nothing?

That could have been me, asshole.

HAROLD (ON PHONE): Right.

But it wasn't.

So relax.

Trust me.

I have some good news for you.

It's going to cheer you up.

Yeah?

What kind of news?

HAROLD (ON PHONE): The Ram man, he's making his move.

What, Ramirez?

HAROLD (ON PHONE): Yeah.

We got the word that he's on his way to LA.

From who?

HAROLD (ON PHONE): A very reliable source.

Do you still have the postcard?

Yeah.

It's right here with me.

HAROLD (ON PHONE): That's my boy.

I'll be in touch with you.

And Jett...

Yeah.

HAROLD (ON PHONE): Try and relax

[GRUNTING]

That'll do it.

No more piano concerts for a while.

You'll survive.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Jesus frigging Christ.

You OK, Jett?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Can you move it?

I said I'm fine.

Just a flesh wound then, huh?

You know, I should kick your ass.

Sweetheart, you, uh, think you can find some bed

pans that need emptying.

I think it's a good time to look.

I think it's a good time for you to get that groin

pull looked at, you know?

All right, Harold.

Level with me.

We've been in LA for less than 24 hours.

And somebody already tried to take my head off.

Well, it's the freeways, Jett.

They bring out the worst in people.

All right, Jett.

Couple of minor details we've been holding back on.

Oh, that's great.

That's great.

Holding back information breaks our basic trust, partner.

So why don't you try talking to me, huh?

All right, before you go getting off on the high horse

here, let me give you my reasons why, OK?

Yeah.

Well, I'm listening.

Now, we had to wait for Ramirez to make his move.

And he made his move.

That still doesn't answer my question.

He wants to set the meeting up with you.

Why me?

Because this is your deal, Jett.

Remember, you set this up.

All right. All right.

Who else knows about this meeting?

-Just you and me, pal. -Just you and me?

-That's what I said. -Good.

You just keep it that way, all right?

Fine.

Now, I think I should be there as backup, just in case.

In case of what?

What, are you expected more trouble?

No, I just thought, well, with the hand, what happened

at the hotel, you might need...

No, I'll be fine.

You just set up the meeting.

OK?

Sure.

It'll probably be soon, and someplace local.

Shit.

Where you gonna be?

Someplace safe... neutral.

I'll contact you.

Whatever you say, partner.

Fuck.

Rest the hand, Jett.

What are you doing here?

This is not a social affair.

I have important business to attend to.

What kind of business?

Matters that don't concern you.

Are you sure?

What's the matter, baby?

You don't mix business with pleasure anymore?

MAN (ON PHONE): Kampo, are you there?

Call me when you get in.

About last night, I'm sorry.

Beep.

Hi, it's me.

Call me.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Where were you when your parents died?

Forget I even asked that.

It's none of my business.

At home.

I was in trouble for getting bad grades on my report card.

So my parents took away the thing that meant

the most to me at the time.

Swimming?

Not only that, they also grounded me

from using our backyard pool.

I was so upset.

That night, my parents went to a dinner party,

leaving Jett in charge.

What a break?

I thought.

One more swim.

So after they left, I got ready to go in.

And just as I was about to dive into the pool,

Jett comes out of the house and says, get away from the pool...

Just like a big brother.

So what'd you do?

What little brothers do best.

I pissed him off.

That wasn't a good idea.

Why?

What happened?

He chased after me.

We went around and around the edge of the pool.

He almost got me.

And suddenly, he slipped and fell into the water.

What happened next?

Nothing.

See, Jett had hit his head on the edge of the pool.

And he was lying there at the bottom.

Did you know he was in trouble?

Yeah, he wasn't moving.

I had to dive in and bring him up.

He started splitting up water.

That's a good sign.

So he was OK.

You saved him.

Yeah, he was OK.

I still called emergency.

And they notified my parents and sent an ambulance to the house.

So you called emergency.

Thank God.

Thank God for what?

My parents ran that red light, and were killed rushing

home to see how Jett was.

They died instantly, never knowing that Jett was OK,

and that I was the cause of everything.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

Hello?

Jessie, is that you?

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello!

Who is it?

[KNOCKING]

Who is it?

It's me, Jessica.

Can I come in?

Sure.

I've been trying to call you all day.

I left messages.

I just got home.

What is it?

Term paper time?

Yeah, I got three of them this semester.

Need any help?

Can you type?

70 words a minute.

Whoa, that's 60 more than I can type.

You're hired.

Listen, about last night.

Please, Jessie, just forget it.

No, I never would have...

Can we drop the subject right now, please?

Look, Jessie, I'm not pissed at you.

I wasn't last night either.

It's just that what I told you is something I never told

anyone before, not even Jett.

I'm glad you could talk to me.

Look, for what it's worth, I really did feel a lot

better last night after I left.

I'm glad.

I've never been that good with letting

people get inside my head.

That's why I had to go.

I just needed to be alone for a little while.

I understand.

Thanks, Jessie.

Come here.

Listen, you worthless piece of shift.

I'm risking everything by just being here.

I haven't the time or the patience

to deal with your stupid little problems.

No, hombre.

I can afford to wait no longer.

Just do it.

Set the meeting for tonight and leave the rest to me.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Did you locate him?

Yes.

Good.

Very good.

[LAUGHTER]

Excellent.

Excellent.

(WHISPERING) Kampo, wake up.

In the morning.

Go back to sleep.

-Wake up. -What is it, Jessie?

Shh.

There's somebody in your room.

Turn on the light.

I probably won't be able to find anything anyways.

Go to sleep.

Someone's in my room.

Who is it?

I have a gun.

[INAUDIBLE]

Yeah, you and I know that.

But the burglar doesn't.

You don't have a gun.

In fact, you never even fired one before, you little pussy.

Jett?

Ah, Jett, you asshole.

Now is that any way to greet your brother?

Oh, hey, man. I'm sorry.

I didn't know you had company.

You guys sure have a weird way of saying hello.

How long you been in LA?

Two days.

I tried to contact you earlier.

Was that you on the phone?

No, I didn't call.

I stopped by at school.

You didn't call my machine?

No.

I didn't call your machine or you.

Why?

Well, it's... it's probably nothing.

I've just been getting some weird phone calls, that's all.

Oh, really?

How so?

Well, like, somebody calls my machine.

And then they hang up as soon as I pick it up.

When did this start?

Just this afternoon.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jess... uh, Jett, this is Jessica Roberts.

Jessie, this is my brother, Jett.

JESSICA: Hi.

How you doing?

Nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, listen, how about a toast, you guys?

You, uh, do have glasses in this pit of yours.

Yeah.

Can't guarantee they're clean.

Hey, man.

What's that on your tie?

Can't expect miracles, huh?

Kampo tells me you live in DC.

Yeah.

What else did he tell you about me?

That you're a successful businessman.

Ha.

-Here you go. -Ooh, hey.

These are nice.

Just for you, babe.

Ladies first here, huh?

Beauty before age.

To life.

[BURP] Good year.

You're a pig, man.

I see you still practice those good manners, huh?

He taught me everything I know.

So what kind of business are you in?

Personal finance and business speculations.

Why?

Just curious.

Will you join us for dinner tonight?

Hey, look, I was going to treat the two of you, you know,

for scaring the crap out of you earlier.

No, I insist.

See, she really hates to cook.

But we made a bet, and she lost.

And now she has to cook for a whole month.

I won't even ask what the bet was over.

So you'll come?

7 o'clock sharp?

Do I have a choice?

No.

Sounds like she means business.

She does.

OK, then.

I guess I better be on time.

Yeah, OK.

Good.

Now give me full details when I see you this afternoon.

Yeah, it's at Westside Fencing Center.

OK.

Hey, put that thing out, man.

Ah, dammit, dammit, dammit.

You clown.

What happened to your hand?

I've been meaning to ask you since last night.

Got slammed in a car door.

That's smart.

When did Jessie leave?

About an hour ago.

What time is it now?

It's almost 8 o'clock.

Shit.

I'm late for class.

Hey, Kampo.

Yeah?

I like Jessica, man.

She's full of fire.

How long you two been going out?

Two weeks.

Ooh, two weeks, huh?

That's a new record for you.

Yeah.

She's quite a woman.

I won't argue with that.

She hates businessmen.

Hey, Jett.

Yeah?

I told her about Mom and Dad.

Hey, Kampo, here's something to hold you over

for the next couple of months, man.

Thanks Jett.

You butthead.

Glad you're here.

Looking good, Kampo.

Hey, now get to cl... now get to class,

man, before they drop you.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hey, butthead.

Could you get that phone?

Hello

Who was it?

Jessie?

Nah, it was the wrong number.

Hey, don't forget about tonight.

Right. 7 o'clock sharp, huh?

I left the directions to Jessica's house

by that notepad their on the phone.

All right?

See you later.

All right, man.

Take care.

With the other three fingers providing

the control of the tip.

If you grip too tightly, then you lose that point mobility.

And if you don't grip tightly enough, then... well,

you get disarmed.

Hope you're not thinking about turning

in your service revolver for one of those things.

Hand's looking better.

Too bad I can't say the same thing about you.

Jett, you light up my life.

You know that?

So what's up?

The Ram man, he wants the meeting

tonight, Jones construction site by the water tower.

Yeah, I know where that's at.

Figured you did.

Could have told me this morning over the phone, you know?

I'm missing a hell of a ballgame.

No, the line was bugged.

Ramirez?

Probably.

That oily bastard.

How'd he get a line on you?

You were supposed to be someplace neutral.

Don't know.

I'll find out tonight.

I still think I should come along as backup.

No.

I'll be fine.

Ramirez won't fuck with me.

Remember, I got the ace in the hole.

Yeah, well, speaking of the ace,

I hope you got it up your sleeve.

It's safe.

He may ask to see it.

Don't worry about it.

You'll still get your cut.

It's just that I told Ramirez you'd

show him the postcard tonight as good faith.

You know, why would Ramirez care

so much about this postcard?

I mean, it's no big thing to him.

Well, it seems Juan Valdez is a little edgy

since his brother ate all that chrome at the bank.

Unless you and him know something that I don't.

Well now, Jett, that would break our basic trust,

wouldn't it?

Besides, like you said, why would I

risk my share of the cut?

Because you're a greedy man, Harold.

And you got no balls.

Touche, Jethro.

Touche.

Why do you stand so far away from me?

Ven aqui, mi amigo.

Come closer, my friend.

Are we on schedule?

There was a few minor setbacks.

May I assume that you have taken

care of these minor setbacks?

Yeah.

While all the artillery?

Protection.

One never knows who his friends and enemies

are in this crazy business.

Are you my friend?

Friends don't bite the hands that feed them.

Lay off my brother.

I know nothing of your brother.

So he tapped his own phone, huh?

And Kerovac, he slit his own throat?

Not to mention the fucked up attempt on my life.

If I had wanted you dead, you would not be here

now insulting my friendships.

And as for Kerovac, he's a fool, and unworthy

of my consideration.

And my brother's phone?

Yes.

For that I am responsible.

Why?

McBain told me he thought you might

be staying with your brother.

Oh, fucking McBain.

And it is my life that is in risk

by coming back to the States.

Do you understand?

Did you bring the postcard?

I'd like to see it.

No.

But it's safe.

You've got to remember, I hold all the cards in this game.

And this whole thing goes down on my word,

and my word... [GRUNT]

He's not coming.

I could have told you he'd be late.

We might as well just get started.

If you're so hungry, eat.

Where are you going?

Home.

Kampo, I didn't mean to upset you.

Yeah.

Well, somehow you still managed to.

I mean, that's the problem with you, Jessie.

You just don't think sometimes before you speak.

When Jett tells me he's going to be somewhere, he's there.

I just need to be alone for a little while.

OK?

Yo, Weezy, get a look at this guy.

Oh, man.

This guy's really messed up.

Looks like Fuzzy's boys are painting the town.

Nah, Fuzzy does much better work than this.

This guy's not even dead.

I mean, Fuzzy's ruthless, but [INAUDIBLE]

[GARAGE DOOR OPENING]

Why are my ears burning?

Fuzzy?

Ah, now, correct me if I'm wrong.

But didn't we discuss the relocation of your operation.

What did we say?

Taiwan?

Having trouble packing?

I'm not having trouble packing anything.

I'm packing this.

Nice gun.

[GUNSHOT]

And it's loaded.

[GUNSHOTS]

I thought you told me he would be bringing me the postcard.

McBain, I believe he might have talked.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): I don't care what you believe.

I'll take care of it.

May be able to kill two birds with one stone.

I hope so for your sake.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Buenas noches.

No!

Jett!

Jett!

[SOBBING]

No!

Go ahead, take a sip.

It'll make you feel better.

The body's been taken care of.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Officer Kersey, could you come with me, please?

Put that down.

Just following standard procedures.

Why don't you just leave me alone.

My brother dies outside.

And you and your people are up here

taking pictures, and snooping around like I was guilty.

We know you had nothing to do with your brother's murder.

We just have to make sure our investigation's

thorough so we can find out who killed your brother and why.

You can understand that, can't you.

I don't want to understand anything right now.

Please, just a few more questions.

Was your brother's visit planned?

No.

None of his visits where ever planned.

He traveled a lot for business.

Whenever he came to LA, he'd stop in to see me.

Mhm.

And what can you tell us about this?

I wrote that on the pad over by the phone... directions

to my girlfriend's house.

Jett was supposed to come over for dinner.

Make a note of that.

That'll be enough questions, Lieutenant Weller.

You and your people are relieved.

You do the uniform justice.

Oh, Weller, did you find anything on the body?

Haven't heard the Dodgers score, have you?

Sure.

It's four to four in the ninth.

Hell of the game.

Hell of a game.

Thanks for the cooperation.

I'm sorry about all this.

It's a damn freaking lousy time to bother you.

Don't then.

I don't have a choice.

I worked with your brother.

He was my friend.

My brother was not a cop.

I know.

I'm not a cop.

I'm a federal agent, just like Jett.

My brother was a businessman.

Kampo, I suggest you listened to what I have to say.

Your life may be in danger.

Who are you?

Name's McBain, Harold McBain.

Jett was my partner.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's just that...

That's all right.

Been a lousy day for me too.

What am I supposed to do?

Right now, you can listen.

Your brother worked for a special agency

tucked away between the Treasury Department and Foreign Affairs.

What does that have to do with my brother's death.

Kampo, this just wasn't another tuition visit.

Jett was in LA on assignment.

We'd like to use you, Kampo, to get to Jett's killer.

Why would they want me?

I'm just a college student.

Well, Jett was staying with you, right?

Now, whoever killed him may think

that he told you something.

He didn't say a word to me.

Christ's sakes, I didn't even know he

was a federal agent until now.

All right, Kampo.

I know.

But just try and think, did Jett say anything unusual?

No.

Did he... give you anything to hold for him?

No, nothing.

Anything, Kampo.

He didn't give me anything.

All right, Kampo.

It's been a long day.

I'll leave you alone.

Everything that I've told you is pretty highly classified.

So don't repeat a word to anyone, OK?

What about tonight?

My men will be watching your apartment.

You'll be fine.

Why don't you get out of those wet clothes, have a drunk,

and try and get some sleep.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

Here's a 24 hour number you can reach me at.

Don't be afraid to use it.

Your tax dollars are paying for it.

The number spells out any time.

And Kampo, try and relax.

You'll be fine.

Trust me.

Who's there?

Who are you?

Hey, what do you want?

Nice work.

Just in case your boss decides I'm expendable.

To the warehouse, boys.

Andele.

Andele.

[WHISTLING]

Relax, Kampo.

How do you know my name?

Tell me, what do you know?

About what?

What are you talking about?

Ah, truly you disappoint me.

I expected so much more from Jett's little brother.

Really, I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm just a college student.

Enjoy it.

It is the last time in your life that people

will expect nothing from you.

Unfortunately, I have not the time or the patience.

Did you kill my brother?

Yes.

Dirty fucking scum!

You see how easy it is, Kampo?

You ask me a question, I answer it... simplemente.

Now, once again, tell me, what do you know?

Son of a bitch.

Oh, your brother, he surprised me.

It took a great deal of stamina and courage

for him to make it back to you.

He must have wanted to tell you something before he died.

I'll kill you.

Oh, the puppy growls.

You know, it is so interesting.

Right now, mi amigo, you would do anything

you could to get me.

Es verdad?

Shortly, you will do anything you can to get away from me.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait!

Wait!

What is this?

[GASPING]

Amazing how the body reacts to a sudden change in temperature.

Quite draining, hm?

Kampo, spare yourself this barbaric [INAUDIBLE].

It is so distasteful.

Now, tell me.

What do you know?

Nothing.

You see, college, during each time you do not answer

my question, I will instruct them

to hold your head under the water

for a longer period of time until... well,

until you pass out or drown.

Come on, scholar.

Being able to coax answers from your mind

is a student's greatest asset?

Hm?

Getting weaker?

Having a hard time seeing?

You're hearing is going.

Is that not correct?

Yes.

Ah, see, that is the first correct answer

you have given me.

Now tell me.

What do you know?

Postcard.

Ah, excellent.

Excellent.

What about the postcard.

I don't know anything about the postcard.

[GASPING]

Donde esta la tarjeta postal?

[INAUDIBLE] Spanish.

La timbre postal.

I don't speak...

La tienes bien cuidada?

-Speak Spanish. -The postcard.

Where is it?

Is it safe?

[INAUDIBLE] Yes.

I believe you.

Get him out of my sight.

Oh, those goddamn Mets.

Took you long enough.

What did he say?

He knows nothing.

Really?

You call this nothing?

Shit.

He's gone.

I told you not to leave him alone.

I only left him alone for a couple of minutes.

That's all.

Long enough to let him escape.

Well, check the property.

In his condition, he could not have gone far.

Now!

Well, well, well.

Ramirez family sure is getting sloppy.

Guess our climate doesn't agree with you.

Sloppy?

You asshole.

I'd be out of the States by now if you were taking

care of business properly.

Yeah, well just remember who needs who for this little deal

to work.

What I need you do is to take care of this kid once

and for all.

After I get in the car, I want you to follow us.

Where are you going to direct him to?

Do as you're told and follow us.

And how are we going to know where?

[INAUDIBLE] and listen.

I want you to fire in the car a few months

miles away from the airport.

I'll handle the rest.

Jessie?

Jessie?

Relax, Kampo, she's fine.

She's very fine.

You were part of it all along.

Why?

I collect stamps.

Well, almost 10 AM.

Where does the time go, huh?

What happens at 10 AM?

I'll be a very wealthy man.

And the two of you will be dead.

Now I have to pick up Senor Ramirez at the bank,

and escort him to his airplane.

Unfortunately, he'll be just as accident-prone as his brother.

Oh, speaking of brothers, Kampo, tell Jett is was a sweet deal,

a very sweet deal.

[GUNSHOT]

Oh god.

Are you all right?

Come on, we have to go.

I have to get dressed first.

Change in the car.

Where are we going?

-To the bank. -Bank?

Why?

I'll explain to you in the car.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Dammit!

What is it?

Bastard cut all the wires.

Oh, god.

What are we gonna do?

I have an idea.

I'll be right back.

Any problems with the kid?

Problems have only just begun.

Get in.

Get in!

JESSICA: Keep your hands where I can see them.

Sure.

Whatever you say.

KAMPO: Pass your briefcase back to Jessica.

You're making a big mistake [INAUDIBLE],

just like your brother did.

KAMPO: Bastard.

I should fucking kill you right now.

[LAUGHING]

You haven't got the balls... the huevos, eh?

Tu sabes, profesor.

Where are you taking me?

Somewhere I can drop you off to the proper authorities.

Bad idea.

[GUNSHOTS]

Get out of the car.

Get out!

Slowly.

Put your hands up.

Put them up.

Kampo, my men are just outside.

You're sealed in.

Give it up.

There's no reason for you to follow

in your brother's footsteps.

Shut up.

Put your hands up.

Jessie, get out of the car and handcuff this piece of shit.

Kampo... Kampo, why put the girl at risk as well?

Your plan will never work.

I said shut up.

Jessie!

[SCREAM]

[GUNSHOTS]

RAMIREZ: After him.

He went behind the wooden crates.

Come on, college student.

There's no way out for you.

All I want is my briefcase.

[GUNSHOTS]

Carlos?

Cacho?

Answer me.

Do you have my briefcase?

Shit.

You're a dead man, Kampo.

Ramirez [INAUDIBLE].

Surprises.

[GUNSHOT]

[BANG]

This neighborhood has gone to hell.

Kampo!

You can't hide from me.

Kampo!

[GUNSHOT]

Dios.

Mi Dios.

[INAUDIBLE]

Fuck you.

Don't move.

Don't move.

[GUNSHOT]

[SIRENS]

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

It's over.

Not yet.

MAN: Damn.

What the hell was that?