All language subtitles for Outlaw (2001) Michael Madsen

Will you hold traffic and pass us where
you need us?

Yes, sir.

Stand by.

Go.

Central, Detective May.

Shots fired at George.

Problem is, the motherfucker knows he's
booked for a ride.

That's the problem right there.

Now, if he didn't know, it was shit.

No part of it.

The problem is, he knows.

How does he know?

He knows.

He ought to know. He's been doing me
long enough.

You know, I told him to make good money
with me.

Why you want to mess with me?

I mean, that's not cool, man. You know
what I mean?

You get what you pay for.

And this piece of shit tells me you get
what I give you?

Then fuck him.

So I told the bitch.

You're all right, motherfucker.

You just wait and see what I get. You
told him that?

Yeah, I told him that.

You're fucking right I did, in front of
everybody.

I lost my core, man.

But no one fucks with me like that.

And then you sent Santos after him.

Yeah.

I heard they found Santos in the trunk
of his car with his cock in his mouth.

Yeah, you heard right.

And this motherfucker thinks he can do
this to one of my people and get away

with it.

And who the fuck does he think he is?

Listen, I gotta do this, motherfucker.

All right?

I can't have nobody disrespecting me.

I gotta give my respect back.

This could have been simple, and now it
isn't.

Yeah, I know.

And if it won't be done right, you won't
do it.

I know that, too.

So you also know that when things are
wrong at the start,

It costs more to make them right.

Like how much?

Double. You gotta be fucking kidding me,
Conor.

Are you serious, man?

Maybe there's something we can talk
about or some kind of other way of

or something.

He threatened Mark in public, man.

He sent Santos in. He got whacked.
Everybody knows it.

All of a sudden, you're on a budget.

You called me, man. I didn't call you.

If you call me back on this, it's going
to cost you even more.

You see all that?

You see why there's a lot of people who
would like to see you whacked?

You went crazy as a white boy, Connor.

Make a call.

Grab it.

What about my problem?

What about it?

Because I want it gone, damn it.

Listen, I'll pay you a quarter now, and
the rest when the job is done.

Half now.

Half.

Okay. You're right.

I should have called you in the first
fucking place.

But I'll tell you one thing.

I want this bitch wiped out of
existence.

Whether he goes to the pearly gates or
to the gates of hell, I don't even want

them to have records of his ass.

You like the view, don't you?

Yeah. L .A. school.

A little something here for everyone.

I think I liked it better when there
wasn't something here for everyone.

I need to make that call now.

All right.

I'll give you some privacy.

Why am I leaving? This is my penthouse.

It's my call.

Yeah, okay.

So we got a deal here.

So when does it go down?

When it's time.

It's time now.

I can't sleep knowing this
motherfucker's alive.

Get a shrink.

I don't need one.

I got you.

Everything you need to know about this
guy, I ain't trying to sandbag you or

nothing.

Trying to push you or pull one over your
head.

This guy, he's a cop.

He's a bailiff.

I know this guy.

You don't care, do you?

I heard that about you, man.

That it's all about the money that you
got to plan.

I mean, that's cool by me.

Business.

Never personal.

Be cool.

And just so you know, this cop is
insane.

I didn't make your call.

Oh, and by the way, I want some cigars,
something to drink.

One of the girlies. Love yourself.

God save you guys.

Hello. This is Dante.

Did you get my pager number?

Jermaine, from Nadine's.

What's Jermaine to you?

Hey, she's been my lady.

Hey, she knows all about this deal.

I don't do business in the street.

Aw, man, come on. I know the drill.

I wouldn't even be asking, unless it was
something major.

Where do you want to meet?

My yard, Flores.

I'll be there in an hour.

He coming.

I told you he was fucking coming.

Hey, hey, just don't stand there, man.
Come on in.

Hey, it's cool.

Come on in.

Money first, Dante.

Hey, yo, step out of the light, man.

Show me what you got.

All you care about is the money.

Here it is.

Just like I said.

Square biz.

Bring it here.

Oh, you just must want to count it or
something.

I'll do that later.

When did you become so trusting?

I'm not.

I'm hoping you want to live a little
longer.

Oh, you some badass motherfucker, huh,
Connor?

You just a badass regular pistolero,
huh?

Well, there's a day coming, Connor, when
you ain't going to be as bad as you

think you are.

Maybe that day be today.

What fun!

Over yet, Connor.

What do you want, Moran?

How's your mother doing?

Not real good.

Sorry to hear.

Are you?

I have a warrant to search you. You want
to do it in the hall?

Well, I don't think those nurses need
anything to talk about, so... Here's

You carrying?

Yeah. It's right here on the chair.

Go easy when you hand it to me.

You do have a permit.

Nice check.

Take me six months to make this kind of
money.

Where were you tonight?

Here and there.

Business appointments.

Security consultant business is jumping,
isn't it?

Oliver Castle.

Client of yours?

Well, I make it a habit not to give out
the names of my clients.

I asked you a question.

And I answered it.

Now you've seen my permit.

Give me back my pistol.

If it's clean, you can pick it up from
ballistics tomorrow.

Let me ask you.

Oliver Castle.

He served 17 months and a 30 -year
sentence. Why is that?

I'm not clairvoyant.

You worked for him.

Is this all leading up to something?

Oliver Castle was shot and killed three
hours ago. The suits upstairs think you

did it.

You've got my gun.

Why don't you test it? The next time you
need to talk to me, just give me a

call, all right?

Don't bother me when I'm with my mother.

You ever hear the telephone?

I tried calling you on your cell, but
you had it turned off.

I figured you'd be here for the record.

I haven't seen Ollie Castle in, uh,
eight years.

I am sorry about your mom.

Scott. Hey, Frank.

Where's Nadine?

No, she's right over there.

You're out late.

Is Jermaine here?

She, um... She didn't show up tonight.

Didn't call either.

She's probably off with one of her nice
and not -so -shiny armor.

What do you know about Dante?

Who he is.

Not what Jermaine sees in him.

What's going on?

I don't know.

But I'm going to find out.

When you hear from Jermaine, find out
where she is.

And have her call me on my cell phone.

Why? I owe her $500.

But don't you dare mess with her.

It's Connor.

Frank.

Ted Castle.

Where are you?

I'm at Nadine's place.

It'll hold on for a second.

Okay, Ted, go ahead.

Did you hear about what happened to my
father, Frank?

Yeah.

I want to see you first thing in the
morning.

Quit poking me with that gun because
you're starting to piss me off. Oh,

Hey, Link.

You are carrying?

Yeah.

Turn the weight and see inside.

Maybe we should get out of here.

Thanks for coming, Frank.

I really appreciate it.

Would you care for a brandy? I think I'm
going to have another.

No, thanks. I had coffee.

My condolences on the passing of your
father, Ted.

Thank you, Frank.

My father always liked you.

Did you have anything to do with the
death of my father, Frank?

You think I did?

Answer the goddamn question.

Listen.

I think you better just pull the
trigger.

Or put that away.

It might be better if I killed him
instead of you.

Perfectly capable of doing my own
killing, Bill.

I never could in the papers.

Do us a favor, would you, old boy? And
back off.

Now.

I asked you a question.

Did you have anything to do with the
murder of my father?

Do you think I did?

You ought to go ahead and shoot me.

You didn't answer my question.

Yes, I did.

You just didn't hear me.

Fuck you, Frank.

And fuck you, Ted.

Come on, sit down.

Let's talk.

You care for that drink now?

I just want to hear what you've got on
your mind.

So how did you find out about my father?

Moran told me.

I never liked Moran.

I don't like his ways.

You just don't like him.

Because he kicked your ass.

Him and six of his pals.

That's the way you see it?

Goddamn. Why are you acting like this
when we have so much in common?

We don't have anything in common.

What do you call four years of high
school?

That was then, and this is now.

I didn't have to go to school with you
people.

Then why did you?

My dad thought it was important to be on
good terms with common people.

Learn how they think.

So who killed my father, Frank?

I have no idea.

You've got 48 hours to find out who
killed my father, or I'm going to have

whacked.

I kind of thought we were on friendly
terms.

We were, but not anymore.

I'll pay you a million dollars for
finding out who did it, and a half a

for each that you take out that was
responsible for the hit.

I bet that's the best offer you've ever
gotten.

It's the highest offer I ever turned
down.

You're going to do this for me?

I need a retainer.

I thought we were on friendly terms.

We were, but not anymore.

You want your money up front to find out
who killed my father?

All right.

Where do you want your money?

Right here, in this account.

Your money will be there in one hour.

As for you, you have 48 hours.

You can either be a very rich man or
extremely dead.

It's your choice.

Bill, would you be so kind as to show my
old high school chum out, please?

Old high school, buddy.

Hey, what are you doing over there?

You lost?

You know, I've heard that said about my
generation.

I'm sort of ambivalent about the issue.
What do you think?

Hey,

Ed, get me everything you can on a press
plate.

4952 California.

Hello.

Who is this?

Not now, Mitch.

I need tomorrow's cover photo by 5. It's
now 1 .30. Tell me that's not too much

to ask.

Oh, no. And I got some great shots for a
story. Let's take a look at these.

Who are these people?

That's William O. Henderson.

Castle's chief of staff. Brilliant
political strategist. Don Mario Giotto.

an old -fashioned godfather.

Don't you just love that?

I love nude men between silk sheets.
These photos...

I like.

Where'd you take them?

At Ted Castle's place this morning.

What is wrong with you?

Are you crazy? Do you want to die? These
people carry guns.

I know, Liz, all kinds. You should have
seen them.

Who is this guy?

I don't know yet.

Get an ID on the guy you don't know.

Call your cop boyfriend.

I don't have boyfriends, Liz. I have
lovers.

And Jim Moran will never be one of them.

I went out with him once. I didn't like
him.

Well, don't tell him that, sweetcakes.

Play him.

Play him. Get all the information, all
that inside stuff.

Besides, he's a huge improvement over
the guitar player, the one with the

earring who's had gig all the time.

I liked his motorcycle and the wind in
my face.

He liked the danger.

I've got a lunch date. I'm late as hell.

Go back to work.

Ma 'am, I just, I need to know who this
guy is.

Can't do it. It's against department
policy.

I know it's against police department
policy, but you can do this for me,

you?

Please?

Pretty please?

Come on.

There you go.

Frank G. Conner.

He's a cop?

He was a cop. Now he's a hitman.

A bun fryer?

Don't make it sound so romantic.

That's enough.

Wait, I wasn't done reading.

Mace.

What? Found one of your listening
devices.

Under my desk.

I've been looking for that.

Goddamn cleaning people.

Can you hook me up with a GPS? I need it
for a surveillance job.

Okay.

So why was Connor terminated?

It doesn't matter.

Miss Silverman.

Hey, excuse me.

Can I get a word with you?

What about?

This morning.

Yeah, well, I just had to run.

Yeah.

Can I buy you lunch?

I don't know if I should have lunch with
you.

You're supposed to be dangerous.

How about a cup of coffee?

How dangerous can that be?

Security consultant, huh?

Oh, the police have a different name for
what you do.

Listen, the point is, Miss Silver...
Just make it Mitch.

Okay. What did you want to talk to me
about?

What I do for a living is highly
confidential.

The people I work for wouldn't touch me
with a ten -foot pole if my picture was

in the newspaper.

Now, that could cost me a lot of money,
or even my life.

And I'm not ready to go yet.

No, you look fairly fit.

So how are your, um... Uh,

they hurt.

They're, uh, sore.

Should I feel sorry for you?

What were you doing at Castle's house?

Castle family's been close friends of
mine for many years.

Came by to offer your condolences at
seven in the morning?

Look, maybe it's time that you and I
start to talk straight with each other.

I know what you do for a living.

What would that be?

You kill people.

That true?

Yes.

Just like that?

Just like that.

Listen, I don't condone what I do, all
right?

The assignments that I accept are such
that if I had to kill a child in a

carriage, you better believe I had a
valid reason for it. You understand what

I'm saying?

Listen, you asked the question.

Yeah, but meaning that if I can handle
the answer, don't ask the question?

Yeah, something like that.

Yeah, well, you know, my job isn't
always that cool either.

I mean, sometimes I have to stick a
camera right to the face of someone

the midst of a personal tragedy.

Okay.

I appreciate that you talked straight
with me.

And that you even told me stuff that
without having to say is off the record.

But I...

I still want to know what you're doing
at the Castle House this morning.

Well, I'll tell you if you guarantee my
picture won't appear in the newspaper.

Can't do that. My editor has it.

Well, somehow I don't believe that.

I bet it's going to be in there
tomorrow, and I'll bet you a thousand

And if I say it won't, and it doesn't?

Then you win the bet.

Is this how you've kept your name and
your face out of the papers all these

years? Buying off reporters?

Well, here's a newsflash, Connor.

It's a new day in town.

I think it's business as usual, don't
you?

No. No, maybe you'll feel differently
after you see tomorrow's paper.

What are you doing here?

What did he say?

Do you believe that son of a bitch is
trying to buy me off?

For what?

Who cares for what? He's got some nerve.
You know, you... You men, you guys are

really something.

Were you spying on us?

Well, I didn't want anything to happen
to you.

So how much do you offer you?

That's none of your business. Where do
you get off following me?

I'm trying to get information for a
story. He sees you hanging out. He's

probably not going to talk to me.

You're right.

I apologize.

Will you accept my apology?

Yeah, I can try to overlook it.

Good. So how much do you offer you?

Go solve a crime or something.

A thousand dollars doesn't seem like
much of a bribe. Well, if a thousand

dollars doesn't seem like much, why
can't I get a raise of 500?

Because you don't need the money. That's
not the point. It's the principle.

Liz, the guy wasn't even subtle about
the bribe. Other than what your cop

boyfriend told you. He's not my
boyfriend.

Other than what your friend told you,
what else have you got?

Oh, what do you mean?

What if Mr. Connor is what he says he
is, a security consultant? It wouldn't

then be ethical for us to run his photo
in our paper. Besides, we could be sued.

Come on, Liz. Come on yourself.

Did he admit to being a trigger man for
Castle?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he told me all about the people
that he killed. And then he asked me

I thought about the Lakers.

Come on, Liz. Are you going to run the
story?

No. Spike.

The photo.

But you can keep it on file.

Liz, I know the castle hired this guy to
kill the people responsible for his

father's murder.

I know it.

We are done with this topic.

Where are you going? To my office!

L .A. News.

Hold a second, please.

Hey, Eddie. You got a minute?

I got ten.

You haven't had a single solitary soul
for early morning breakfast.

I guess blood at the entrance isn't all
that great for business.

Thinking of going fishing.

You know, I always wanted to do that.

Let's take a ride, Eddie.

Someone you know wants to talk to you.

Okay.

Sure.

Who is it that wants to talk to me?

It was me, Eddie. I'm the one that wants
to talk to you.

Don't mess with me. I know people.

Well, I know you know people, and that's
why I want to talk to you.

I bet you're really good at scaring the
hell out of busboys and valets.

I'll tell you one thing.

If you make one fucking move without
asking my permission, I'm going to blow

of your knees off.

Don't you enjoy seeing Mr. Castle get
gunned down last night?

Don't start lying to me, pal.

You don't want to lie to me because it
pisses me off.

And you absolutely don't want to piss me
off.

You understand?

Yeah.

So why don't you just fucking shoot me?

Maybe I should.

Maybe I will.

Let me show you something over here
first.

Let me show you something.

Open that door. Go in there.

Celeste.

Come here, man.

Sit down.

Celeste here tells me that you came home
with $10 ,000 last night. Is that true?

It wasn't that much.

No?

Put those on.

Go fuck yourself.

Put them on, like I said. I'm gonna
stick the girl.

Go ahead, get them on.

Okay. Okay, just... Don't hurt Celeste.

Are you telling me what to do?

No. Tell me about the money.

You know, business has been real good,
and we had a lot of high rollers in

lately.

Ten grand, that's a lot of tips.

Celeste's got it all wrong.

She's got it all wrong.

So she's lying.

Are you lying to me, Celeste?

Will you stop?

You stop.

Right here.

I just give this a little push, and so
that's history.

Don't. I'm gonna stick her.

Yes, she told the truth.

I, um, I didn't make it in tips.

Vic Mays gave it to me.

Vic Mays?

Yeah. You mean Detective Mays?

Yes, sir.

Why would a cop moonlighting for Cassius
Cain want to pay you

to spot Holly Castle?

I heard that Mays and Cassius had a
fallen out. About what?

Mays isn't happy with the cut he was
getting.

It wasn't that hard, was it?

That was great, kid. You did good.

That was a real good touch with the
knife thing.

I didn't hurt you, did I?

Nah.

I haven't hurt worse.

Hey, what's going on here?

Are you setting me up? You're damn right
I did. I was worried about you, you

oaf.

You wouldn't have told him nothing
unless we set it up like this.

He would have had to bust you up real
bad.

She saved your life, you know that? I
mean, she's very fond of you.

Something you want to say here, Eddie?

I care about you too, baby.

Listen, I was kind of counting on that,
but...

Unfortunately, so are the people that
you keep company with, so I think it's a

really good idea for the both of yous to
get out of town.

Key, with them cups.

All right.

You can let yourself out whenever you
get around to it. You might want to keep

those and have fun with them, but this
is yours.

This trailer.

Registration's in your name, and key's
in the ignition, and I left some fishing

equipment in the back.

For two.

Thanks, Mr. Conner. Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

What are you doing?

Praying to your car? Get down! Come
here!

What's happening?

Somebody's trying to send me a message.

What happened to Western Union?

I think this son of a bitch is missing
me on purpose.

What's that dot on your forehead?

Hold right there.

Drop your weapon.

Drop it or I'll blast you out of your
drawers.

I'll bet you a hundred bucks I put a
bullet in your brain.

Before you ever press that trigger.

Okay.

I'll let you slide this time.

Let there be a next time.

What were you doing here?

Moran said you might be here.

Said you'd come here to visit your
mother.

I guess everybody knows you've come
here.

Maybe you should switch cars or
something.

Maybe you should go into hiding.

How can I find out who's trying to whack
me if I go into hiding?

Yeah, right.

Makes sense.

You always make sense, right?

If I did, I'd be on the beach in the
south of France with a drink in my hand,

but that costs a lot of money.

Which you don't have, and even if you
did, you couldn't leave because of your

mother.

Why don't you go home, and I'll call you
later.

Promise?

I promise.

Okay.

I've got to change that tire. The cops
are going to have a whole bunch of

questions for me when they get here.

You know, I can help you with the tire.

I'm really good with stuff like that.

And I make a great character witness.

I'd rather you make me a pie.

I like to cook.

I do.

So you'll call?

I always do what I say.

Okay, but I don't do windows.

And I only do laundry under protest.

Yes. This is Frank Connor.

When?

No. No service.

She wanted to be cremated.

I'm the only family member.

I'm gonna hang up now.

You know, there's got to be six million
cars in L .A. County.

How did I get you on my tail? You got me
wired?

What the hell happened to your truck?
You get caught in a gang war?

Where were you tonight?

Here and there, business appointments.

You keep very odd hours.

I'm not in the nine -to -five business.

Well, neither am I.

So I guess we have something else in
common besides Mitch Silverman.

What do you think of Mitch?

Why?

Because I want to keep her all to
myself.

So you're going to have to stay away
from her, otherwise we're going to have

problem.

Number one, don't ever tell me what we
are going to do.

Number two, our relationship with Miss
Silverman is strictly business.

Good. As a matter of fact, that's what I
want to discuss with you.

We don't have any business to discuss.

Oh, I don't know about that. There's
always something you want to know.

And information is power.

Information is only half of the
equation.

Money is the other.

Well, if you have one, you can always
get the other.

What do you want, Moran?

You're offering me money to be a police
informant?

I wouldn't do that.

The kind of money Cassius Cain gave you
the other night? Hell, it'd take me ten

months to make that.

No, I was thinking something like the
other way around.

Don't you want to ask me about someone?

Vic Mays.

Very bad cop being watched.

By whom?

Internal Affairs.

They think he's shaking down dealers.

Maybe even dealing himself.

Well,

they wear suits. You know they don't
know what it's like in the streets.

Someone better tell them that Maze is
going to start getting careful if he

thinks he's being watched.

Maybe somebody should advise, you know,
Internal Affairs to back off.

Maybe.

Might be a career thing to do.

Maybe.

I want Maze's files.

Everything Internal Affairs has on him.

I'll see what I can do.

What are you doing?

How much I owe you.

Nothing.

I owe you.

Just so you know, my relationship with
Miss Silverman

might not remain all business.

Hey, it's me.

Do you like having company?

Okay.

What's up, sailor? Are you following me?

Come on in.

So, are you here for an early breakfast
or to take me to bed?

Listen, I don't kiss on the first date.

I just wanted to see you.

Make yourself at home.

Would you like a drink?

What's up?

Okay.

I'll be right there.

Mitch?

I've got to go.

Maybe you should take my car.

You don't waste any time.

Jermaine's in my office.

There's two guys outside.

One with bleached white hair.

Outside, watching your place.

You know who they are?

No.

They were in here.

Sipping soda till I closed the place.

Should I now put on the bulletproof vest
I don't have?

I don't think you'd have to do that.

Who would shoot anyone as pretty as you?

Oh, the homophobe would.

Did they see you come in here?

Well, I doubt it.

When I saw him, I called 911.

I reported two suspicious men in a car.

And I think those two are probably in
the black and white right now, answering

questions.

Always thinking, aren't you?

They said they were looking for
Jermaine.

What did you say?

That I hadn't seen her.

Anyone else been looking for her?

Not that I know.

Hey, Connor.

How you doing, Jermaine?

Not good.

I gotta get out of here.

Go to someplace nice like Hawaii or
Florida or someplace like that.

But I don't have any money.

I save and I save and I save and then
some guy comes along with a really good

story. And it goes all my money.

That makes Nadine so mad.

I guess she has such great retirement
plans for us.

It's a little house far away where no
one can find us.

And some white picket fence.

And roses.

And lots and lots of kids.

And pot -bellied pigs.

for not contributing.

And the $500 you gave Nadine doesn't
make it, Frank.

Well, maybe you could find a thank you
in there somewhere instead of that look

of death you just shot me.

I did?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Thanks for the money, Connor.

So stupid.

They don't have any manners.

I'd trade my body for brains in a
second. I really would.

I'm good at fucking.

I can't even cook spaghetti.

How come you never hit on me, Connor?

Don't I turn you on?

We need to talk about Dante now,
Jermaine.

I know Dante liked me a lot.

He never hit me real hard.

Just a little, when he got mad.

And I covered up the bruises with
makeup, so Nadine wouldn't kill him.

What did Dante tell you about this shit
on me?

Dante said this thing was big and
dangerous, and he gave me a phone

And he said if I needed help, to call.

Have you tried this number yet?

No. I thought Nadine would do that, but
she called you instead.

I wish I was smart.

All the money I could have made.

Detective Mays set up a retirement fund
for me because I did things for him now

and then.

Could I do anything for you, Connor?

I'm really good at things.

Tell me about Detective Mays.

I can't do that. It's a police thing and
I'm not supposed to talk about it.

I thought we didn't have any secrets
between us.

This is about my retirement, Frank.

That's different.

Money rules.

How much money?

I don't know.

I'm not really good at this retirement
or relocating stuff.

What do you think?

25 ,000?

50 ,000?

How about 40 ,000? That's what Dante was
going to pay to get you whacked.

And cash is better than a check.

What can you tell me about Mays?

Now?

Frank, I'm starving and I don't have any
money. I mean, maybe if we went to La

Dome and had some spaghetti and caviar
and champagne and stuff.

It's four o 'clock in the morning.

La Dome is closed.

Oh.

Well, how about if we go to Cadillac
Jack's?

They have the best diet.

I mean, I remember when I was a little
girl and my dad had this little friend,

he was our neighbor, and at night he
would come over and crawl through the

window and get in bed with me and touch
my hair. I mean, I think, you

don't know, I think I was a pretty
little girl and I think he knew that

I'm sorry.

Now, would you please tell me about
Detective Mays? I just don't want to

about other men when I'm with you.

You know, you have really nice hands,
and you're so nice to be with.

I'm not going to ask you again.

I knew you'd give that to me. I knew you
would.

Would you please tell me about Detective
Mays? God damn it!

Okay.

I'll tell you about Detective Mays.

No one saw the shooter.

From what we could tell, the shot was
fired from a car parked over there.

Where's Connor?

After I took his statement, I let him
go.

He looked beat.

We still have this house under
surveillance?

We sure do.

Good.

He looked beat, huh?

He sure did.

I bet he's asleep.

If he ever does that, I mean.

I was, uh, having a dream.

I guess you weren't dreaming about me.

Well, not, well, not just now, but I was
earlier.

How did you get in here?

The keys on your, uh, on the sob, the
key chain.

I hope you don't mind I'm here, but, uh,
didn't want to go home to my place.

I don't like to sleep with a bunch of
cops watching me.

They bugged your place?

Bugged and videoed, yeah.

Listen, you want me to leave? I can go.
No, I don't want you to leave.

I just want to know if possibly we have
a future together.

Kind of a tough girl, aren't you?

No.

No, Frank, I'm not tough.

I just photographed a woman who had her
head smashed in by what some technocrat

cop called a heavy -grain sniper bullet
designed to stop people forever.

She was really, really dead, Frank.

And what I saw made me sick to my
stomach.

So no, no, I'm not tough.

But I got my shot. You know, I had to
beat out the other papers because that's

in my blood and I hate it.

I'm sick of making a living the way that
I do.

That makes two of us.

Why don't we change our lives then?

Why don't we do something that we both
enjoy while we still can?

Before what we're doing destroys us all
together.

Let's go somewhere.

It's not that simple.

I don't want to spend the rest of my
life looking over my shoulder.

I need to find out who's looking for me
and get them out in the open.

Yeah.

Yeah, I get it.

But I don't like it.

I think that I'm probably out of my
goddamn mind for being here with you.

I have lovers, and I keep them at a very
safe distance.

Strictly my imagination.

That way I don't have to say good
morning or good night or make small talk

somebody that I have nothing in common
with other than lust.

How long has that been going on?

A very long time.

Too long.

You and me, we can go somewhere.

I always liked the idea of Southern
France and a man who knows his

but isn't evolved by them.

Are you also capable of making a
commitment?

What are you doing?

You crossed the line.

You got in my face.

Bet you didn't have any coffee this
morning.

If you could go back to when you were a
teenager, what would you want to become?

I mean, if you weren't who or what you
are now, what do you think you'd be?

Dad, probably.

Frank, what are you going to do about
your situation?

I gather you can't shoot your way out of
this one.

Let me go to my paper.

We can blow the lid off of this whole
thing and we can get the cops involved.

That's not going to work.

Why not?

If we expose whatever this is.

No,

is there more to this that I don't know?

Am I supposed to just tell you
everything now just because we slept

That is not why I slept with you.

Okay, so I'll take that as a given.
What's your point?

My point is that I could help you if you
would just let me.

But you can't.

And that is the point.

Trust me, Frank.

Trust me.

It's not you I have a problem with. What
about your editor?

Liz, what about her?

Well, how do you know who she's hooked
up with?

She's not hooked up with anyone.

Okay, you're so sure about that.

Why don't we give her a call and put her
on the phone with me?

Okay, fine, fine.

She left me a message.

Yeah.

Liz Thomas, please.

Liz Thomas.

Hi, Miss Thomas. It's Frank Connor.

Returning your call.

Can you hold on a second?

I'm sorry. I was in the midst of
something.

Okay, Mr. Connor.

Thank you for calling me back.

One of our reporters had a conversation
with me about your photograph appearing

in our paper.

That's right.

Well, Mitch Silverman does not make
those decisions here.

I do.

So from now on, I think you should deal
with me.

There are no guarantees in life, so if
you should figure in anything, how shall

we say, newsworthy again, or if you hear
about anything about Mr.

Castle, you should call me as soon as
you can.

Okay. I'll do that, Miss Thomas.

Thanks a lot.

Any comments?

That bitch.

Hi, honey.

Connor called.

is about to happen.

What's up, Mason?

Some woman called you when you were out.

Wants to meet you at this address.

When you were napping this afternoon, I
took a look at my passport photo.

I shouldn't have done that.

Why not?

Because I had that picture taken two
months ago and I now look ten years

When is this going to be over with,
Frank?

When the fat lady sings.

When I get a page or a phone call.

Moran, homicide.

It's Connor, my side.

Can you meet me at Dante's Salvage Yard
in an hour?

Sure.

You promised not to shoot me if I'm a
little late.

Yeah.

Now what?

The fat lady just cleared her throat.

Put your gun on top of the car, Frank.

Put your gun on top of the car, Frank. I
don't like to repeat myself.

Now push it towards me, Frank.

Why are you doing this to me, Dean?
What's going on?

Push it toward Dean.

You can have your gun back now, Frank.

Pick it up.

There's still one bullet left in the
chamber.

Pick it up, Frank. I don't like to
repeat myself.

Pick it up.

Why would you want to pin Moran's murder
on me, Nadine?

You and I have been friends for years.

Jermaine and I were friends.

You and I are acquaintances.

Why are you doing this?

I got Jermaine off the street.

I had her doing good. She was set to do
even better.

You got her killed with your question.
You just couldn't leave it alone, could

you, Frank?

The answers you wanted weren't yours to
have.

So my punishment is to be framed for
Moran's murder.

Someone has to pay for my pain.

Pretty good shot, don't you think?

You just don't know when to quit, do
you?

I needed to get you out in the open,
Maze.

Well, here I am.

So what are you going to do about it?

You got an interesting dilemma right
now, don't you?

One round in the chamber.

What are you going to do?

Use it on yourself or on me?

Go ahead, big boy.

Take your best shot.

Is it over?

Yes.

We're done.

Did I do okay?

You did great.

Smoking will kill you, pal.

How come you didn't come through the
front door like you normally do?

Because I don't feel like I normally do.

Is there a problem?

Where's Ted?

He's inside.

We're waiting for you.

Excellent. You're just in time for
cocktails.

Please, put away that silly gun.

If I had a problem with you, I would
have had you killed the moment you

over my wall and entered my garden.

So what do you have for me? It's a
payday.

It is?

So you found out who killed my father?

You did.

And how did you come to that conclusion?

That's your private, unlisted phone
number.

And Dante gave it to Jermaine.

The number you paged me with the night
your father was killed.

Excellent. Right on the money. See, I
told you he was smart, Bill.

Oedipus comes to mind.

You see, we do what we have to do,
Frank.

My father, he betrayed our family,
jeopardized all our businesses we'd

over the years.

He can't make deals with the government
and carry on business as usual.

Our business partners started to back
off.

I had to kill him. Set an example.

Why do you put me under the gun to find
out who killed your father?

Didn't you figure that I'd find out the
truth sooner or later?

Well, I was hoping you wouldn't, but I
didn't really have any other choice.

I couldn't use any of my own people to
kill Mays and the others.

You were the perfect foil, Frank.

You can be bought, but you can't be
owned.

And you've got to admit, you were
expendable, even though I must admit I

there rooting for you all the way.

You thought Mays could take me?

Let's say that he did whack me.

What would that have gotten you?

Mays would have been tried and convicted
for your murder, which would have

exposed Cassius Cain's entire operation,
along with the rest of the corruption

in the police department, which you have
to admit is bad, Frank.

That stuff needs to be straightened out.

Didn't know you were civic -minded.

Tell him, Bill.

We intend to run for governor.

And getting credit for breaking up a
master crime ring would be wonderful for

our campaign.

Too bad I wasn't more obliging.

Well, that's really no problem, Frank.
You see, we got that covered.

My father, he kept files on all those
who ran the political machinery.

And those files are now in our
possession along with the power that

them.

The two of you have been planning this
for a long time, haven't you?

Long -range planning was always a...

Big problem for you, Frank?

You always lived for the moment.

You didn't have a articulated goal or
objective.

Now's your chance, Bill.

Two million in cash.

You earned it.

After all, you did find out who killed
my father.

But I want you out of town in 24 hours.

Otherwise, evidence implicating you for
the murders of Mays, Moran, and all the

rest of this sordid cast will suddenly
appear out of nowhere.

And I have under high authority that you
will be convicted and sentenced to

death.

So take the two million, Frank, and good
luck.

Come on.

It's all there.

Two million dollars in unmarked hundred
dollar bills.

Best currency in the world, Frank.

Hell, they'll accept it anywhere and
everywhere with a smile and maybe even a

little ass -lick in the boot.

You can't beat what you got there,
Frank. Forget about justice and honor

service to society and all that crap.

Comes a time when a man's got to take
care of himself.

Everybody sells out, Frank.

It's just a question of how much.

The world is full of graves of people
who fought fights that couldn't be won,

Frank.

So?

The salt of France is here, gentlemen.

Good luck.

Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

Hold up a minute.

What are you doing here, Liz?

Oh, don't tell me you two are an item.

There's so much you don't know.

And so much you don't want to know.

Let's go, Frank.

You go ahead.

I'll meet you at the check -in.

Don't mess with my man any more than you
already have.

Got it?

Are you here to make sure I'm leaving?

Of course.

But then again, when you say you're
going to do something, you always do it.

I hope that your retirement is
everything that you wish for.

Good luck.

Yeah. Good luck to you, too.

Really think you got a shot at being
governor?

It's in the bag.

Montvoyage!

Don't spend your money too quick.

Loser.

Ever feel like just getting on a plane
and flying on out of here and leave

everything behind?

Just take off and go somewhere.

Mr. Connor, would you like something to
drink?

Champagne. For two.

... ...

Thank you.