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Nine weeks in the Philippines.

Not exactly a vacation, was it?

It wasn't so bad.

The people and hotels were really nice. There was a rumor that you were having

an affair with Maria Karen, your leading lady.

I'm sure.

Can we skip that subject?

That's not on my list of forbidden topics.

I think I was the only one that said she didn't sleep with. Well, me and a wild

cobra.

But don't quote me for sure about the snake.

Well, I don't think I could print that in the magazine.

Well, if you do, I'd appreciate it if you didn't name your source.

Oh, of course.

We wouldn't want Shane Grant, international sex symbol and movie star,

like a squealer, now would we?

Hardly.

Nice shot.

Well, Mr. Grant, it was certainly a pleasure.

We'll have a photographer out in a couple of days to take some shots of

okay? I'll be here. Thank you very much.

So, um, you called for a massage?

Here we go.

Your card.

Is there anybody in your service who can't massage with a dance?

Nope. We're all pros.

I believe it.

It's been, um, business to own pleasure with you, honey.

Madison, you're back.

How was Bermuda?

Crystal blue waters, sun baking down on white sands, lean cabana boys bringing

me piña coladas every few minutes.

It was terrible, just terrible.

How do people live in such squalor?

How's business, Isabel?

Way up, if you'll pardon the pun.

Thanks to word of mouth.

Oh, you're bad.

Honestly, it's been really good. Lots of VIPs in town.

Men do love their backgrounds.

Did you ever think that business would ever be this good when you started this?

You haven't seen anything yet.

We're ready to expand to the East Coast.

Really? Would you excuse us?

Quite a cozy little place you've got here, Miss Dane.

Sheriff Brannigan.

What's the matter?

No transients or surfers to beat and shave today?

I only do that on alternate Wednesdays.

Look, I'm busy. What do you want?

I have a warrant for your arrest, but that shouldn't surprise you.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Spare me.

You're using the massage service as a front for a call girl operation.

Talk about the oldest trick in the book.

Such a cliche.

I would have to be stupid to try it now, wouldn't I?

Either incredibly stupid or a damn genius.

It's like hiding in plain sight.

Who'd expect it?

Look, Sarah.

Maybe we can help each other out.

Like you scratch my back and I scratch yours?

Not exactly what I had in mind.

Interesting offer.

Hey! You have a right to remain silent.

But I'd appreciate it if you didn't use it.

But I missed you.

Thank you.

No.

Yeah.

Senator, good to have you home, sir.

You're a sarcastic bastard, Lancaster.

Keep it up.

Senator, there were several messages for you. Screw them.

Bring me a bourbon of water.

Right away.

Back problem, sir?

You had to take a commercial airline.

No more cross -country Learjet flights unless it's a national emergency.

Maybe you just need to have the knots worked out.

Perfect. Get me Madison on the line.

Her girls give the best therapy.

Right away. I'll be in the jacuzzi room.

Senator, about those messages.

There was one urgent one from Smith and Jones.

What do they want?

A meeting.

They'll be here later this evening.

All right.

I'll see them.

No point in pissing them off, is there?

Always a pleasure, darling.

Never let it be said that I don't support local law enforcement.

Sure beats flipping burgers, doesn't it?

More than you can imagine.

Gotta go.

Duty calls.

Maybe someday you won't have to worry about being interrupted by business.

Who are you? The sheriff had to make an honest woman out of me?

Hell no. I'm not stupid.

I'll see you soon, Angel.

Fallen Angel, more like.

Senator G .D. Reynolds, King Letch of Capitol Hill.

What the hell?

Money's money.

Speak to me, darling.

Sarah Jane, it's showtime.

Your favorite senator wants to see you again.

Okay, darling.

That's all taken care of, then.

Also, Mr. Baines of the tobacco lobby would like to meet with you next

It appears he's already in town for a... Senator?

Hmm? Oh.

Sorry, Gina.

My mind wandered.

So I see.

So is next Thursday good, then?

For who?

Mr. Baines.

Now.

Make the redneck son of a bitch wait.

Do you ever wear your hair down?

Sometimes, but I really don't see how that is germane to this briefing.

Germane?

You talk like a lawyer, darling.

And we all know what lawyers like to do.

No. What?

Screw people.

Please, Senator, can we get back to business?

I'd rather get down to business.

Back off, Senator. I have a husband.

We'll just have to send him a video, won't we?

This will cost you extra, G .D.

Your timing leaves something to be desired.

Oh, it looks like it couldn't be any better.

You're looking lovelier than ever, girl.

Thanks, Shaker.

Ready to get rubbed the wrong way?

Easy, baby.

Remember, I'm not on your health plan.

We're wasting time.

What do you want?

Back first, then neck and shoulders?

Forget the massage. You know what I want.

Ah,

Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones.

Always good to see you.

Lancaster. This is your tax dollars at work.

I don't pay taxes.

You really need to get a better accountant.

You'd expect him.

Of course.

Right this way.

Uh, shouldn't you get that?

Shouldn't you stuff a sock in it?

What?

Sir, your evening appointment is here.

They're in a bit of a rush.

Fine.

We'll do this again.

Anytime, sugar.

Paul, take her out the side door. You got it.

Can't a guy get laid in his own house anymore?

Looks like you came all the way out here for nothing.

That's showbiz. It happens.

Just for curiosity, how much do you charge?

Three hundred.

For a massage?

I'm worth it.

That's a little beyond my budget.

How about a drink?

You guys thirsty?

Our employers are impatient, Senator.

This one's on the house.

This is just a small setback.

Small setback. Our cartel has spent a great deal of time and money to build

image, Mr.

Senator. And considering the raw material we had to work with, it hasn't

easy. I'll hold the hell on just a minute. No, no minutes.

We've lifted you out of total obscurity and given you an image that'll get you

elected president the next time around. A poster boy for the moral right and

champion of the so -called decent people.

You make Rambo look like a dope -smoking draft dodger.

Not bad for a yokel who's about to get popped for sexual harassment.

We got rid of all the evidence and the witnesses rather nicely, I thought.

Nicely.

You cannot touch me.

And haven't I ever paid the favor?

Point is, there's only so much we can do and maintain a safe distance.

You need to keep a few other support systems online if you're to remain a

candidate. I don't follow.

Getting rid of the tobacco lobby was stupid. I did that deliberately.

Do you know how many points I scored with non -smoking voters with that bit

bullshit? Not as many as you lost from voters that smoke.

I saw the printout.

And the gun lobby left you high and dry before you could sack them.

Good riddance. All those gun nut fringe groups, who needs them?

We do.

Which means you do.

I don't know if you've noticed those strings attached to you, little

but they're there.

And we're the only ones that tug on them. You do anything other than what we

tell you, and we'll strangle you with them.

Understand?

Yes.

I'm a designer drug baby.

One time round and you're hooked forever.

I'll bargain it twice the price.

Look, I'm wanted in the control room.

You can find your own way out, okay?

Story of my life.

What the hell is my mirror?

I must have lost it when that old octopus was groping me.

Shit.

Here's how it's going to go down, GD.

You're going to work your ass off to get back that gun lobby.

Well, I'll just do it discreetly now.

I partially agree with you about the gun nuts.

Now, you just keep it out of the major news media, and that way the peace and

love crowd, they'll never know about it. That'll keep them happy. We'll handle

the tobacco lobby.

I just hope you haven't mucked it up too far.

We want one of our own at the White House next term, Mr.

Senator.

May as well be you.

Remember, G .D., we've got a great deal invested in you.

We even put blood on our hands for you.

That can show it to you.

I appreciate it more than you know.

I'd have gone off to prison if you hadn't killed that bitch for me. Yes.

Our timing was impeccable.

She was about to go to the press, as I recall.

I wonder if they ever found her body.

to get the door. Son of a bitch.

Well? She got away.

What the hell was she still doing here in the first place?

Well... Well, she... Jesus Christ, I ought to get a staff of eunuchs.

You didn't shoot her?

The shot was no good.

You couldn't hit a bull in the ass with a baseball bat.

Get out of my sight.

I'll deal with you later.

Who knows what she overheard?

We can't take any chances.

What do you know about her?

She's nobody. She's a call girl, plain and simple.

Perfect. Then this plain and simple call girl should be easy to find.

Who runs her?

Madison Dane. Ah, the ocean port madam.

She's no dummy.

Left it plated, slick and smooth.

Which means you get the easy part. You don't have to do anything at all.

Don't lock up.

We'll be back.

Oh, my God.

What am I into?

Damn it. Why did I listen?

Damn it. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I got to get to Maddie.

She'll know what to do.

I hope.

What, an all -night sale at the donut shop?

Sheriff. I didn't even hear you pull up.

So I gathered.

Slow night?

Hell, it's been damn slow.

I guess everybody's being good.

Well, let's keep it that way.

Hey, Don.

Can I ask you a question?

What's on your mind, Ben?

It's nothing.

It's just that one of the units was out on patrol and they happened to see your

car parked outside that massage woman's house.

Oh, yeah.

I'm in trouble with his shoulder again.

What of it?

Nothing. I mean, I figured it was something like that.

It's just strange, that's all.

I mean, especially since they came back a couple hours later and you were still

there.

You almost sound accusing, Ben.

No.

No, sir.

Hell, Sheriff.

It's just we've had our eye on that woman for possible prostitution.

But we've never been able to make anything stick, now, have we?

I mean, she'd have to be damn stupid to run a cat house out of a massage

service. And believe me, stupid is one thing she isn't.

Sheriff Don Pranikin.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you like her.

Yeah, I do.

You're a nice girl.

She's got some good character.

And a brain.

And that's a rare thing these days.

Yeah.

Don't I know that?

Tell you what, Ben.

Why don't you knock off early tonight?

Go on home to that wife you're always bitching about never seeing.

All right.

If you're offering, I'm accepting.

Go on, get out of here before I change my mind.

Just a minute.

Who is it?

Open the door, please.

At this hour, give me a break.

We prefer to be discreet. And I'd prefer to knock off all the cloak and dagger

nonsense. Out with it. Who are you?

Don't tell them I'm here.

They'll kill me.

Okay, guys.

Who is it?

We represent a gentleman friend of yours. He paged you this evening.

And? This is bullshit.

I saw you blow the lock and beat the truth out of the bitch.

Thank you of sole discretion.

There was a theft tonight.

We'd like to talk to the young lady.

He's lying.

She's not here.

I don't know where she is.

We'd like to come in and just take a look.

And people in hell would like a glass of ice water.

Nothing doing.

Good night, gentlemen.

We'd rather do this the easy way, Miss Dane. So would I.

I'd hate to have to repaint because you were stupid and accidentally got shot.

Suit yourself, Miss Dane.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Tell me I just did the right thing, Sarah Jane.

You did.

I didn't steal anything. You know me better than that.

All I know is when I first met you, you tried to steal my purse and I had to

chase you halfway down Melrose.

I've changed. I'm not like that anymore.

I hope so.

Gigi Reynolds is nobody I want pissed at me.

You don't know the half of it.

Enlighten me.

The routine got interrupted.

While I got the bums rushed, the senator talked to some guys.

Those guys.

Government students?

No. These guys are serious as in they make people disappear.

The mob?

I don't know, but nobody to mess with, that's for sure.

How do you know?

I overheard them talking to Reynolds about how they helped him get elected.

And about how they made a few loudmouths shut up for good.

Maddie, they killed him.

My God, Sarah Jane.

No wonder they want you, Sarah Jane.

Everybody except those of us who really know this son of a bitch.

Thinks he's the flag -waving super patriot that's going to make this

great again.

If it ever got out that he's just a syndicate puppet.

What am I going to do? They're going to kill me.

Shh.

Nobody's going to get you.

You're going to be okay, I promise.

How can you be so sure?

Because we've got the law on our side.

Tell me you got her. We didn't get her.

I suppose it's time for plan B.

Plan B? What the hell is plan B?

Damage control.

If we can't find the woman, we're going to have to minimize her threat level. So

even if she does come forward, she can shout the truth from the rooftops for

good it'll do her. No one will believe her.

Sounds iffy. Trust us. We're professionals.

Morning, boys.

Something I can do for you?

We'd like to report a crime.

Sure. Have a seat. That won't be necessary.

Did you know there's prostitution going on in this city? It's in every city.

We know.

What's this all about?

Open it.

You and Miss Dane really make a sweet couple.

Notice the dates on those photos.

We've got you for the past six months.

You sons of bitches.

Why me?

Never know when a friend on the force will come in handy.

I'm sure you didn't know she was running a call girl operation.

What if those pictures got out?

People might think you were looking the other way in exchange for favors.

What do you want? We were hoping you'd be reasonable.

A simple arrest.

Who?

Lady in those photos.

You can roll those pictures up and shove them up your ass. No way.

Suit yourself, tough guy.

You get implicated and your sweetie goes off to the big city holding cell.

I'll bet she'll be real popular.

Of course, if you made the bust, your sweetie stays locked up here, which

conjugal visits a hell of a lot more convenient.

You bastards got me coming and going, don't you?

So's your little honey, it seems.

No slow dancing yet, Sheriff.

We barely know each other.

What'll it be, Sheriff?

I'm going over the hill. I should be back before lunchtime.

Okay. I'll keep things running around here until you get back. Just make sure

Sarah Jane doesn't try and take off.

Anastasia thinks she's likely to try anything.

Okay.

Connor!

My God, it's been months.

I know.

It feels like years.

Where's Isabel?

In the office. Where else?

Oh, just don't unlock the door for anybody.

Hi, Isabel.

Remember me?

Hi.

Come on.

Thank you.

Maybe if you knocked a little louder.

I don't want to say I told you so, Ben.

So don't.

I'm surprised nobody saw it coming, that's all.

Especially you.

We all see what we want to see, Ben.

Maybe we should just break the door down.

Ask Kate.

Put that away, for Christ's sake. We're not here after the hacksaw killer.

Come on.

Morning, Izzy.

Sir? Business is good, I see.

Sheriff Lutz. I have a general arrest warrant for any and all persons on the

premises involved in what has been deemed illicit behavior.

Congratulations. You win the door prize.

Ben.

What the hell's going on here?

Shut up and let my deputy earn his paycheck.

But I thought there was an arrangement.

Excuse me?

Read her her rights, Ben.

Yeah, but Don, I... Would you read her the goddamn right? I really don't feel

like spending the whole fucking day here.

Whatever you say, Sheriff.

You're making a hell of a mistake, Sheriff.

Yeah, looks that way to me, too Come on

Tom

What's going on here?

You're being charged with pandering and conspiring to same.

You have a right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in

a court of law.

I can't believe that.

This time, Madison, I suggest you use it.

I can't help wondering where that bitch disappeared to.

Hell, she's probably in Montreal by now.

Even so, I'll rest easy when she's dead.

I've got to agree with that.

I know damn well she ran straight to Madison.

It's the first place we looked.

Even a call girl's not that stupid.

Send that bodyguard.

What's his name?

Paul. Yeah, him.

Have him look through the house.

What if he gets himself killed?

What the hell do you care?

Yeah.

Excellent.

I knew you'd make the right decision, Sheriff.

Well, time for you to meet your adoring public and claim credit for the

dispersion of this horrible violation of morals right here in your own hometown.

Wave that flag and thump that Bible.

I was shocked to learn of the moral corruption happening right under my

Our city is becoming a virtual Sodom and Gomorrah, and I, for one, will not sit

still when there are decent, hard -working people to consider.

Somebody get me a shovel.

This girl has been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And how does she

this wondrous favor?

By running our cat house.

I realize I should perhaps be more dignified.

Mom. Thank you.

Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.

Have you talked to Isabel?

I explained the situation, but she wasn't as forgiving as you were.

I can't say that I blame her.

So when she came up with bail, I let her and her boyfriend go.

He was pissed.

I don't think we'll be seeing him again.

I just wish Isabel hadn't gotten dragged into this.

So do I. But there wasn't any choice.

That son of a bitch Reynolds has got us all by the throat.

So what about me?

When do I get out of here?

Your bail hearing is set for an hour and a half from now.

Rumor has it your bail's being set at two million.

That's ridiculous.

How much was Isabel's? About a grand.

Less for the guy.

But you're the ringleader.

All you need is $200 ,000 for the bail bond.

All my money's locked up at a bank in the Grand Caymans.

I've got about 6 ,000 in checking and the rest is plastic.

Then we're screwed.

No pun intended.

Odds are the judge is one of Reynolds' boys.

And Reynolds knows I can't make that kind of bail.

What's his problem with you anyway?

It's not me.

It's one of my girls, Sarah Jane.

She overheard something that can get him into serious trouble.

Impeached, imprisoned, you name it. So he discredits you and your girls in case

it leaks out.

Who'd believe the word of a call girl over that of Mr. All -American?

Where's Sarah Jane now?

She better still be the house hiding.

I better take another look.

If she's there, she belongs in protective custody.

Just be careful.

I will.

I've got it.

I know where we can get the bail money.

I'm listening.

I keep a ledger of all my clients. Everybody's in there. Movie stars,

televangelists. United States senators?

Exactly.

I keep the book locked in a drawer in my office.

Go get it. And?

And go to Shane Grant.

He keeps an apartment off Nob Hill Drive.

Show him the book.

Mr. Squeaky Clean Movie Star? You're kidding.

He's one of yours?

As confident as the sun coming up in the east.

Somehow, I think he'll be only too happy to help.

A devious mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Ben.

Keep an eye on the prisoner.

No visitors.

I don't care who they are. Right you are.

Sir Jane?

It's Sheriff Brannigan.

Are you here?

You bastard son of a bitch!

Nice to see you recognize me, sweetheart.

Now knock it off! You're trying to kill me or one of them!

If I wanted you dead, I'd already have you spattered from one end of this room

to the other. Now knock it off!

All right.

That's better.

Now where's the little black book?

You jerk.

You only want me alive until I give it to you.

I'm experienced at searching.

I really don't need you.

Now watch very carefully.

Satisfied? If you're one of the good guys, how come you arrested Maddie and

Izzy? Somebody made me an offer I couldn't refuse for Maddie's sake.

The guys from the mansion?

Well, since they can't find you, they're trying to discredit any testimony you

might give.

But we need the book if we're going to help Maddie.

I'm still not sure if I trust you.

You'd be a fool to.

But the way things are, there isn't any choice.

Now, you wait here.

I'm going to make sure the coast is clear.

Sarah!

You all right, Sarah Jane?

Now, Mr. Shane, you're going to give me big part in movie, no? I know you're

perfect for something. Oh, yeah. But I just don't know what. Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm calling you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good, good.

I can feel that I would die running out of sand. I got nowhere to go. And I just

can't bear when too young for the spark.

What the hell is this? Get out of here before I call a cop.

Save your breath.

I'm already here.

You got a warrant?

Who the hell let you in anyway?

I let myself in.

By the way, you might want to change the locks on the front door.

Once you've got her, piece of crap.

Arrogant son of a bitch.

I guess you've heard the news about Madison Dane.

Yeah, tough break.

Whoever she is.

Look, I've had a rough enough morning as it is without having to plow through

your bullshit.

Page three.

Third entry.

There's a name on here that makes your PR guy want to split his wrists.

So I've used her service. So what?

She needs friends.

Rich friends who can bail her out.

Rich friends who have a lot to lose.

How much does she need?

You reach.

Where

the

hell could he be?

Something's happened.

Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Maybe he tripped over his own stupid feet.

I told you he'd come through.

We've got the book.

We're set.

Now what?

Now we screw on to others as they have screwed on to us.

Ooh, baby, I like the way you think.

How can men be such a blob?

Do that primitive urge to wallow in their own filth.

Yeah, well, maybe Maddie can make a neat neck out of him.

Why would she do that?

People love to do strange things for each other. In love, Maddie and

Yeah, right.

I know it when I see it.

That's a match made in hell, the sheriff and the madam.

Ooh, speak of the devil.

It's so nice to be loved.

I'm sorry this all happened.

It's my fault. No, it's all that bastard Reynolds' fault.

You know what the worst thing is? He's going to get away with it.

Like hell he will.

You've got an idea, girls.

But... First, let me get this jail stench off of me, and then we'll fill

Bathroom's this way.

Why don't we give them a little privacy?

Feel free to use the towels.

They're clean. I put them out this morning.

Thanks, Tom.

You know, it's really pretty of you putting it up like this.

Well, you girls need a place to stay, and it is the safest place in town.

Well, I guess I'll leave you to shower in peace.

Don't leave on my account.

I know.

They'll tell you how to play chess.

Maddie.

Maddie, you've created a first -class chess hustler.

Want to go double or nothing?

You're on.

And not so fast.

We need to take care of some unfinished business.

What, how we're going to nail these bastards?

They want Sarah Jane.

I think we should give them exactly what they want.

Excuse me?

Sorry, you guys have to rush off.

No, you're not.

This is G .D. Reynolds.

Just a minute.

Listen to this.

There, the line is secure.

You're looking for Sarah Jane Miller?

I know where she is.

Go on.

She and I used to work together.

She wanted to hide out of my place, but I told her no.

She told me you were after her. I don't know why she'd say that. She's obviously

a troubled girl.

Maybe.

And, uh, maybe she told me some things.

Look, if you want to know where she is and you want me to keep my mouth shut,

bring $20 ,000. How do I know this isn't a setup?

You don't.

But, you know, I wouldn't take any chances if I were you.

Now, look, there's an industrial park at the end of Whitaker.

Be at the north parking lot in a half hour.

Just get the cash out of the safe, Mr. Senator.

Just some flash money.

Did they go for it?

Yep. He said he secured the line, but I could tell he put it on speaker.

That means the thugs are in the room.

And they'll show up instead of Reynolds, hoping to surprise us.

So far, so good.

It's time for phase two.

Maddie, you take the unmarked. I'll take the black and white.

And for Christ's sake, be careful.

I think it's a real statement that a U .S. senator should have this kind of

money lying around.

You think he's dirty?

I think we should call a cop.

Sir,

it's Paul on your private line.

Paul!

For heaven's sake.

Paul, where the hell are you?

You're not going to believe it.

I found the girl.

Too late.

Smith and Jones have a line on her already.

You bet they do.

They're sitting in a strip club called Gooey's, watching the bitch dance.

They're pulling 50s out of a briefcase and stuffing them down her G -string.

What? Tell me you're lying.

I'm my mother's soul, Senator.

I'm looking right at them.

Stay put.

I know the place. They'll be there in ten minutes.

I should have been an actor.

You should have been an actor.

They're going to have my ass when they find out.

Well, it was either help me or share cigarettes with your new boyfriend in

prison.

Get on the next plane to anywhere.

If they find you, I can't help you.

Damn, Sheriff.

Learn even a little bit of that whole thing that's legal.

Yeah, well, sometimes what's right isn't what's legal. This is one of those

times.

Hell, it's going to be both of our asses unless all the I's are dotted. I guess

you're going to have to be our proofreader, Ben.

Be ready to move like we talked about.

Buddy, I think we've been had.

Maybe. We're going to give her two minutes.

Answer it. Why me?

Jesus Christ.

Yeah. You guys are punctual. I like that in a thug.

Cut the cute crap. We going to do business or what?

That depends on you.

I see you brought a briefcase.

It better be paid.

It is.

Good. Now lift the lid on the trash can and drop the briefcase inside.

When do we get the girl?

Business before pleasure, love.

Open the case and show it around.

Open it.

Satisfied? Get rid of the money.

And in case you're thinking about being stupid, there's a 30 -30 train right

between your eyes.

Maybe you're bluffing.

Then find out.

No, wait.

We're putting the money in the can right now. See?

Good boys.

Now lift the other lid.

I assume you boys can read well enough to know an address when you see one?

Funny. Don't quit your day job.

And that concludes our appointment, gentlemen.

Have a nice night. And remember, eyes are upon you.

Hit. Come on, let's hit it.

Looks like it's all there.

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

What the hell?

Someone's about to outlive its usefulness.

Unless I missed my guest, you were supposed to...

Keep your ass at home. And out of the way.

Well, the things you see when you're out without a gun.

You got some explaining to do.

That makes three of us.

How much of my cash did you give that little bitch?

How much have you had to drink? Not nearly enough.

Just answer the question. Whose idea was it? Hers or yours?

Bear me the act.

I got a call that told me you were here shoving cash down the bitch's bum like

it was play money.

And what do you know? Here you are.

A call from who?

From the local chapter of the Organized Brotherhood of None of Your Damn

Business. I want my money back, and I want it now.

That's hot.

We've been taking the cleaners, man.

Pressed, folded, and starched. Good story. Nicely scripted. But your acting

sucks.

Maybe I didn't come out without a gun after all.

Life's short enough without shortening it further by being stupid.

Amen to that.

The only stupid ones here are the jerks I'm looking at. My money.

Jesus Christ.

Don't you know enough to know when you've been done up raw?

The bitch has got us for 20 grand.

They made schmucks out of us with their third grade amateur hour.

And we ate it up with a spoon.

Senator, shoot us if you want to, but I might remind you, you might screw up

your low profile.

That's not how it works.

We'll do her backstage.

I want this clean, Mr. Jones.

Two quiet ones behind the ear, Mr. Smith.

Looks like we weren't played for passes after all.

Special Agent Skulder, FBI.

Thanks for coming out.

Well, I didn't have much choice now, did I? When the regional director tells you

to, quote, get your ass to this address and, for Christ's sake, be quick and

quiet about it, unquote, you do as you're told.

So what is all this about?

Shit.

Damn it, she's made us. She wouldn't have made us if you'd have kept your

ass at home like we told you.

They're both men.

Stay cool.

We can handle it.

She's out the door.

I don't think so.

Now you're back. Do it.

A little downscale for you, isn't it, Senator?

I'll be out before the evening news.

We'll see about that.

You got him? All right, get him. Get him.

Who the hell are you? The one guy you wish wasn't here.

I can explain.

Just listen to me. I'd like to, but see, you've got the right to remain silent.

In a shocking breaking news story tonight, esteemed champion of the moral

Senator G .D. Reynolds, has been caught in a countywide vice raid, unknown dens

of prostitution and drug dealing.

Not since the televangelist scandal a few years ago has such a surprising

revelation been made about such a staunch and upright citizen.

Brannigan, you're going to fry the same as I am. You hear me?

Someday. But not in this frying pan.

You might want to run a make on those two.

They can find something interesting if you catch my meaning. We're clean as a

whistle, Brannigan.

Which is more than we can say for you.

Can your boy spell immunity?

How about stage evidence?

Oh, but that's two words.

It might be tough.

Get him out of here.

Save for yourself.

Yeah, I'm innocent.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Thanks for your generous donation, Senator.

Bitch, I'm going to get you for this.

Now is that any way to talk to a lady?

Miss Dane, I recognize you from the news.

Agents called her FBI.

Pleasure. May we speak privately?

So, did you catch my act?

No, how'd you do?

I killed him.

Sir. Sir.

This way, please.

My director told me that you had some evidence for him.

Of course.

Excellent. He was assured that you were a woman of your word.

And I trust you the man of his? No prosecution for you or any of your

It's personal guarantee.

Perfect. Business doing pleasure with you, Miss Dane?

Hey, that's my line.

So I heard.

I'll be damned.

It actually worked.

Was there ever any doubt?

No. A devious mind is a terrible thing to waste.

You lost your bags, boss.

They're all packed.

Then I guess it's time to go.

Go, Maddie.

Pleasure.

I think I need to go check on some of the stairs.

Sharp girl.

Yeah, I'm really going to miss her.

What about the rest of us?

You mean you?

The guy who put handcuffs on me for professional reasons this time?

Instead of the usual?

And dragged me off to jail?

I thought we settled all that.

Relax. Just kidding.

Get a sense of humor.

So, this is it?

Yeah. Time for a change of scenery.

I'm gonna miss you.

Come on.

I'll walk you to the car.

When Brannigan asked me if I knew where I was going next, I almost told him.

I wish I had.

I think you would have gotten a kick out of it.

We're there, Miss Dane.

Thank you.

Now this is more like it.