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We're gonna
die up here.

Where the
hell did he go?

Juan!

That idiot.

Oh! Oh!

Well, Burt, you
are almost rich.

No!

Shut up, Juan!

No!

Juan!

You get back to work.

What is it?

I don't know.

I bet the old man knew.
You shouldn't have shot him.

You shut up.

Come on,
pitch to Zippy.
Only $1.

Come on, you'll
double your money
if you can strike him out.

Come on, miss,
you wanna try it? One dollar
you can double your money.

Three-card monte.
This is the game
for ladies and gentlemen,

not playing
baseball with a
jungle creature.

Nine's nine. Miss
the red nine and
your money's mine.

Man against beast
here. Come on, $1.

One dollar and
you can double
your money.

How'd you do that,
huh? You got
x-ray vision?

Are you one of those
psychic freaks?
Yo, just keep on walking.

This game's for
normal people, not
you psychic freaks.

Nine's nine. Who's next?

Circle.

Star.

Wavy lines.

Star.

Try again.

Concentrate, damn it.
Your mind is a jumble
of idiotic nonsense.

Where did you get
your degree from anyway?

University of Oklahoma.

That's great.

If we have a stampede,
you'll know just what to do.

It's been
40 minutes, Mr. Gress.

Relax, I've
almost got it.

- You did it.
- Yes.

I also wet my pants.

This is cold.
Right out of the package.
Never been used.

Amazing.

This is from
the cafeteria here
at the college.

Remind me
not to eat here.

This is...

Oh, God.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Yes?

The woman's...
Her husband's back.
Eight, nine times.

Yes, we know.

You know?

How could you
give that to me?

Don't you know how hard
it is for me to have to
see things like that?

We have to test you.
In science...

Now I won't be able
to sleep. What a sight.
His whole...

Someone's had
sex on this table.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Deezy. That will
be enough for today.

Alright,
Miss Pickle.

Pickel,
Dr. Weinie.

- Weiner.
- Sorry.

Dr. Thompson has
your envelope, which
he sealed last night.

Now, I'm going to
do a drawing.

Now Dr. Thompson
opens Miss Pickel's envelope.

Dr. Weiner, when did
you decide to draw
a picture of an elephant?

Just
this second.

She predicted
it perfectly.

Miss Pickel,
you're fabulous.

I've been told that before.
Then they never call.

I'm working for
a TV network now. I predict
the hits and the flops.

How you doing, Lyle?
How's that pretty
missus of yours?

- Oh, fine.
- He's married to a former Miss Universe.

- Really?
- Yeah, I don't just move ashtrays.

How about you, Dave?
Still training attack dogs?

It's a living.

Dave can talk
to animals.

Goody. I didn't know
I was having lunch
with Dr. Doolittle.

I have never seen you
at one of these studies.

No, this is
my first one.

What made you
come to this one?

Well, for the same reason
as all of you, I suppose.
To learn more about our gifts.

I mean, where
do they come from?

And will we
pass them on
to our children?

What if two psychics,
perhaps two people at this
very table, reproduced?

It all depends.
Are we including Baby Huey?

I'm not unhappy
telling you that
next week,

you're going to
be hit by a very
fast-moving car.

Hey, let me
eat what I want.
Leave me alone.

As you were
saying, Nick.

When did you
become an authority?

Alright,
I'll ask.

Yo! Stretch! When you
eat fast, you don't
gain weight, right?

To whom were
you speaking?

To youm.

No, no, I mean just
before. You were
talking to somebody?

That's Louise.
She's my friend
in the spirit world.

I'm talking
to somebody.

Lunatic.

Then you're a
trans-medium. Gee,
that's very impressive.

You think that's
impressive?

I'm only two credits shy of
graduating from Madam Sally's
School of Beauty.

- Boola-boola.
- That's great.

What's your
problem? Aside
from your face.

Good afternoon.
I see you're getting
to know each other.

Only too well.

Excellent.

And now that we're
almost done,

I can tell you how delighted
we are with the results.

This has been
the most exciting week
I could have imagined.

Dr. Steele, wouldn't
it have been better to

just concentrate
on the one or two
best of us?

Well, we thought of that.

And indeed it was tempting
to spend the last days
just with Nick and Sylvia.

Nick and Sylvia?

The most
impressive psychic talents

I've come across
in 15 years research.

But of course, you
other four also have
a great deal to offer.

Enjoy lunch.

Doctor.

Doc.

- Dr. Steele.
- Yes, Sylvia.

We've been working
together now for a week,

and I was wondering,
if maybe you want
to move in with me?

Move in?

Just kidding.

Ooh.

Firm.

That's my calculator.

But this is my heart.

Oh.

Really, though,

if you'd like
to continue
working together...

I have your number.

Congratulations.

Well, he may call,
he may not.

Oh, no. I mean
about being top
of the class.

Oh!

You, too.

What's your
shtick again?
You touch things?

Psychometry.

Wow.

What the hell is that?

Psychometry.

Well, I touch things,
as you say. I can
take an object

and tell you where
it's been, who's come
in contact with it.

Any money in that?

Dough? Geetus?

No, not directly.

I'm a curator
in a museum.

I examine ancient
artifacts and...

Oh, Stretcheroo,
I gotta tell you
something.

Yes, one moment, please,
but an important one.

We've been through Stretch,
Stretcheroo, next it
will be Stretch Mark.

Where will it end?

Okay, okay.
Here's what
I need to know.

Do you have
a girlfriend?

Yes. I do.

I'm sorry.
I'm sure you're a very
nice young woman...

- Hey!
- Yeah?

Wait till I offer
before you turn me down.

It's just that my
psychic guide, Louise,
is worried about you.

- She says your girlfriend, Hillary...
- Hillary!

Yes, is she hurt?
Is something
the matter with her?

Worse. She's playing
bouncy-bouncy
with another guy.

I'm trying to be
as delicate as I can.

Hillary? No!

Yeah, well, that's
what Louise says.

No, we're practically
affianced.

I'm the tree on which hangs
the fruit of her life.
She calls me honey muffin.

- Honey muffin?
- Yeah.

She calls you honey muffin,
and I can't call
you Stretcheroo?

Listen, I'm sure you're
a brilliant psychic,
but no, she wouldn't.

- Hey, cheer up. See you.
- Fine. Goodbye.

You don't know Hillary.
I do. That's why
I'm not worried.

If I thought for one
moment she wasn't
faithful, I'd be...

Gee, I think this
Jell-O was bad.
I'm... I feel dizzy.

Sometimes they don't
refrigerate it.

Are you done?

And you're available
in the next few months.
I can count on you?

You can count on me,
draw on me,
anything you want.

That's wonderful.
You're a very
special person.

Taxi!

Nick!

- Nick...
- Steele.

I wish you'd
reconsider becoming
part of my project.

It's going to
be very exciting.

I've kind of made
a decision. I don't want
to be a psychic anymore.

What?

Yeah, I'm going to
turn my attention
to ceramics.

I'll send you a donkey.

Nick, that's a gibe.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You know, I've something
on my mind, though,

which I'm sure is
nothing, but until
I take care of it,

which I'm sure
I won't have to do,

I can't really talk
about your program
or whatever.

Right. Nick
needs time
to be Nick.

That's fine.
I understand.

- Yes, well...
- What is it?

I'm sorry, there's
a guy taking my
picture over there.

Hey, hang on.

What the hell are you
doing? Come back!
Come back here, damn it!

What's all this about,
do you suppose?

You're so gifted.
Why don't you
know already?

Hey, Nick, you don't
look so good.
Women troubles?

- What have you heard?
- Nothing.

You're abusing
my smock, man.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- I'm sorry.
- It's alright.

What do you think?

Well, the embalming
techniques would seem to
indicate 18th dynasty,

but for New Kingdom,
it's awfully...

Why do we have
to go through
this again?

Come on. Touch it.

Get some of
those vibes
you usually get.

No! I do not wish
to sacrifice my humanity

in order to be
used by people as
a walking Ouija board

or magic wand of some...

Nick!

- Nick! Nick!
- What?

- Thank God you're back.
- What happened, Tony?

Look, I'm buying
a used car.
I got it out front.

I think they turned
the mileage back on me.

Will you come
outside and feel
the car for me?

Tony, we're very
busy here. We've got
a sarcophagus exhibition.

- We're under a deadline.
- Nick.

I heard you were back.
I ordered fish today
in the lunchroom.

They say it's fresh.
I don't think so.
Tell me.

What's that?
Hey!

Sure, you won't
feel my car, but
you'll feel his fish.

Hey, I'm getting
mad now.

Nick, my boy.
Welcome back.

Mr. Van Der Meer.
Thank you,
Mr. Van Der Meer.

Listen, I...
You know, I'm
trying to work here.

We're very busy,
and I don't have
time for nonsense.

Never bother
Nick when he's
working. Never.

Are you alright?
You're not upset?

Yes, I feel fine now.
I'm recovering.

Good, good.
Stand right there.

Alright,
everybody, come in.
Come on in.

Now, this is our examination
room. And this is Nick Deezy,
our curator.

Nick is a
psychometrist.

So, everybody take out
your keys or some other
personal effect,

and Nick will
tell you all
about yourselves.

Mr. Van Der Meer,
what is this?

These are the
museum trustees.

They're here for a week,
and I want you to
help me entertain them.

- And Nick.
- Yeah?

I don't want
them to examine
the books.

What?

Alright,
hand up everything.
Here we go.

Okay. Here we are. Okay.

Coming down
the back stretch and
heading for home,

it's Bobby's Choice
on the outside.

Tom Boy Laredo charging
towards the wire. Bobby's
Choice is pulling away.

You what?

I swear I'm
in big trouble.

A gentleman named Milo
wants to stick my head
in a pneumatic press.

I'll be wearing
an envelope for a hat.

Just talk to Louise.
I need one winner.

That's why you came
back? So Louise could
pick you a horse?

No, sweetheart,
I came back
'cause I love you.

How can we be together
if I don't have a head?

You see what I mean?

Alright.
I'll ask Louise.

It won't be easy,
though, she hates you.

Well, tell her I'm a new man.
You know, I don't eat
red meat anymore.

I feel good
about myself.

- Leave us alone a second.
- Thanks, babe.

What do you say, Louise?

He's in trouble
this time.

No, he has changed.

Louise, I'm lonely.

Give me a chance here.

Number four? Got it.
Thanks, Louise.

Five winners
in a row. Louise,
I love you.

We'll go to my place.
I'll change and we'll
go to the Bubbling Dub.

Oh, yeah, whatever.

Are you ready to go, Fred?

Oh, um...

Sylvia, you
remember Gloria, huh?

I ran into her
at the Exacta Window.

What a coincidence, huh?

So, she's going to
give me a ride home,
'cause it's on the way.

But it's nice to see
you again. No hard
feelings, huh?

No. No feelings at all.

Bye.

You took long
enough. I almost
got picked up.

What? A classy
girl like you?

Come on, Louise.
I'll buy you a drink.

Not yet.

Are you glad
I'm staying
over tonight?

Yeah, real glad.

You don't
sound real glad.

Nick, is
something wrong,
honey muffin?

Hillary, have you been...

Been what?

...taking care of yourself?

Of course.

Oh, God, it's true.

Nick, it's not
what you think.

Another man has been
holding these panties.
You know I can tell.

It's...
It's my father.

What?

He did my
laundry for me.
I swear.

Your father's a professional
hockey player, who scored
two goals that night

and an assist?

Oh, God. I should have
burned those panties.

But why, Hillary?
Why would you want...

I was lonely.
You were gone.

I went out with
a bunch of girls. I had
a bunch of drinks.

We met a bunch
of guys. I...

You had a
bunch of sex.

We can settle this.

What I did was
100% wrong.

Now I'm not prepared
to endure an emotional
bloodletting over this.

So I think you
have two options.

You can choose not to
forgive me, in which case
a long-standing relationship,

based on common interests,
lovely memories,

and a not inconsiderable
physical attraction
would be wiped away.

Or, you can rise
above this,

and we can construct
a happy and fruitful
life together.

The choice is yours.
Now, which will it be?

Louise, let's kick ass!

Alright, Freddie,
you're a dead...

Who are you?

Talk!

Okay.
My name is Harry.
Harry Buscafusco.

I'm here because I need
a psychic, and I read
your ad in the paper.

May I ask, why do
you keep a shotgun
in your apartment?

It's not really mine.
An old boyfriend
left it here.

Why does he keep it?

I don't really know.
You don't ask a guy named
Ice Pick too many questions.

Now, let's get down to
brass tacks. Why'd you
break into my apartment?

Because I was afraid to
stand in the hallway
carrying what I'm carrying.

Yeah?

$50,000.

And it's all yours,
if you do a job for me.

Oh, yeah.

You're gonna ask
me to do something
really weird.

It's nothing weird.
Sylvia, my son,

he's missing.

She certainly wasn't my
first girl and she certainly
won't be my last girl,

but I did think
she was the right girl.

You talking
to me, Nick?

No, I was looking for
sympathy. I must've thought
you were somebody else.

Mario, he is still
not centered.
Let's do it again.

I got three
post-graduate degrees.
I gotta move furniture?

Okay, guys.
What the problem is, is...

Nick, the trustees
are back, and I think
they're looking for you.

- I'm leaving.
- You'll be in trouble.

Well, what am I
going to do?

You know, I'll get
in more trouble
if I stay here,

'cause I'll punch
one of them in the nose.

Nick, wait!

Hi, Nick.
Remember me?

Sylvia. Yes. Hi.

I brought you
something I thought
you might like.

What?

$50,000.

Nick, wait!

Come with me.

Well, but that's
a lot of money. Why do you
want to share it with me?

Hey, I got ethics,
you know.

You think I want
to take some guy's money

and toddle off
to Ecuador and then
not find his son?

I can't always count
on Louise. You seem
to be the reliable type.

Not that I'm an expert
on the subject.

Question number two...

You always number
what you say?

What do you want to
hang around here for?
Your job? Your girl?

No, we broke up.

Louise was right
about that, huh?

I'm sorry.

Being a psychic
hasn't made you
too happy, huh?

When I was seven,
when I was in school,

and some kid threw a
rock through the school
principal's window.

And they took me
down to the office,
gave me the rock

and made me
tell who did it.

I did. None of the
kids talked to me.

I don't think they were mad
at me. They just looked at
me like I was a freak.

God, you've
always had it, huh?

Yeah. You?

No. When I was 12,
I fell off a ladder.

I was in a coma
for two weeks.

When I came around,
there was Louise.

Only for a few years
nobody believed me.

So they put me
in this home.

That's when I discovered
astral projection.

No, you can do that?

Sure. I had to get
out of that place.

My body was still there,
but my mind would escape.

Louise helped me do it.

Where would you go?

Anywhere it was happy.
Like the movies.

Do you know how hard it is
to buy Goobers when you're
out of your body?

Now, I just do it
at the dentist.

It's scary, though.

You know, sometimes I'm really
afraid I won't get back.

And you trust
this guy Harry?

He's sweet.

Nick, we're
special people.

We got to make our
specialness work for us
instead of against us.

We're entitled
to be happy.

Besides, I don't know about
you, but I'd feel great
finding a missing kid.

Yeah, I'm gonna give
it some more thought.

Why? Your life
is in a shambles
anyway.

No, it's not in a
shambles. It's in a
mild state of disarray.

Look, I don't make major
life decisions on the spur
of the moment like this.

I do.

But your major life
decision is probably,

"How high should
I comb my hair today?"

Fine. I'll go
to Ecuador, become
rich and famous.

You stay here
with everything
that's dead.

Well, Nick, you're
certainly not the boy
that I hired. No, sir.

That boy would do
anything for me.

The trustees are
furious, so you'll
have to apologize.

Now, do what you did
at the Christmas party.

You know, with the keys
and the coins. And wear
the turban and the cape.

- You'll find it in the...
- No, no, Mr. Van Der Meer,

that's not gonna
be possible,

because I'm taking
an immediate sabbatical
to Ecuador.

Alright, Stretch.

Ecuador?

You can't.
I won't allow it.

Well, then,
maybe I'd better quit.

- Quit?
- Yes, sir.

Well that's
a fine howdy-do.

Let's go.

No more cracks
about my hair.

That's not gonna be easy.

Nick! Nicky!

Sylvia, how lovely.

Thank you for hurrying.
You must be Nick. Boy,
you're big. What a day.

You look great.
Nice flight?

I can't breathe.

Yeah, we're like
10,000 feet above
the sea level, you see.

And there's like no air here.
Takes a while to get
accustomed to it.

I like to breathe.
I'm good at it.

Yeah, that's right.
That's good. Deep breaths.
Hurts, doesn't it?

- Yes.
- Who's the head shepherd?

Please excuse
me for being so
self-involved.

Hey, what you do
with yourself,
that's your business.

Right.

Just know that we are both
100% dedicated to

resolving this
terrible personal
crisis of yours.

Yeah, thanks. Get in.

Thank you.

Gracias.

- It's me, Sylvia.
- Come in.

Hey, Joyboy,
I need an opinion.

Which dress do
you like better?

This one or this one.
Quick, 'cause I
got to hit the lobby.

Do you own any dresses
that rise above mid-bosom?

Mid-bosom? I love
the way you talk.

You probably
also say "penis."

All my dresses
are like this.

If Macy's wants to sell
something, they put it in
the front window, right?

I'll wear the pink.

Do you think
somebody could
be interested in you

for something other
than your body?

No.

Nice self-image.

Boy, you sure brought
a lot of clothes.

Oh, no. Only
one of these
is for clothes.

Yeah, what's in the
other two? Gifts
for the natives?

No. I brought
my own food.

I'm taking no
chances. This is
all dehydrated.

So are you.

Look at this. Perfectly
safe. All you have to
do is add water

and you have cheese
enchilada ranchero
free of microorganisms.

Yum, yum.

Listen, tons of fun,

it's the water that makes
most people sick, and you
brought food that needs water.

- Nice room. Let's go.
- Where?

Where do you think?
To find Harry Jr.

You mean right now?
I don't mean to be callous,
but it's almost happy hour.

Fine. You rest here
in this luxurious
hotel at my expense.

Meanwhile, Harry Jr.
is lost in the mountains
with blood-thirsty natives,

cave dwellers
that are hitting
him with sticks.

And shrinking his head.

And his head
wasn't that big
to start with.

But that's alright.
I'm only 50.
I'll have more sons.

Harry.

Don't worry,
Harry. We'll find your son.

My God, are we higher?

- Oh, no.
- What happened?

I just sprayed
Unguentine
up my nose.

Harry Jr.

This is the spot
where Harry Jr.
was last seen.

He used to get off
that bus, and he used to
go up in the mountains,

sometimes for days. Weeks.

What for?

School report.
Extra credit.

This is a shirt
that he used to wear,

when he went on these
hikes. Now, Nick,
if you would touch this,

maybe you could
tell us where would
he go from here?

Let me see.

It's definitely the place.
This shirt's been here before.

Very strong vibrations.

- That way!
- Here we go!

- There!
- You're sure?

Positive. Whoever wore
this shirt went off
in that direction. He...

What's wrong?

This isn't
your son's shirt.

- Sure, it is.
- No.

This shirt's only been worn
by one man. An older man.
Much too old to be your son.

Did I say my son?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm his son. It's my
father that's missing.
Harry Sr.

He's not that old.
He's about your age.

I'm adopted.
My mother re-married.

One of my high school
buddies. She saw his picture
in my year book and...

Whammo!

I buy it.

I'm going back
to New York.

Did you have to make
me look like a fool
in front of Louise?

As if that doesn't
happen enough.

Sylvia! Nick! Kids!

Kids!

Alright, I lied. I was
afraid if I told you the
truth you'd go off without me.

You'd keep it
for yourselves.

Keep what?

We're having a private
conversation here, sir.

Yes. Yes. It's beautiful
workmanship. Here.
Right. It's money.

That's it, chew it up real
good. Everybody, bye-bye
to the mayor. Bye-bye.

Yes. Yes.

What is it you're
really looking
for up here?

The Room of Gold.

The Room of Gold now?

What do you want,
a bullhorn?

- Incas?
- Incas.

Incas?

Over here, over here.

A couple of guys,
associates of mine,
went up to the mountains.

They were
up there for weeks.

I think they
came very close.

What happened?

I don't know. One didn't
come back, and the other,
that's his shirt.

Yeah, well, where's
the rest of him?

Hospital back
in town. He's a...

He was a
brilliant guy.

Now, he could hold an
in-depth conversation
with a cannoli.

Is he married?

Harry, this has been
to a lost Incan city.

Let's see
your friend.

Nick, puppy, it's
just not a good idea.

'Cause there
was never a friend and
you're still lying to us?

No. It's just the
hospital parking,

and who knows when
the visiting hours are.

Fine. Tell you what.
Count me out of
the whole thing.

Count you out?
Nick, you're our partner.
We love you.

Can we find this
without him?

Nick, we'll take the
bus back to the hotel,

and tomorrow morning,
we're off to the hospital.

- Excellent.
- Okay.

And what about tonight?

Happy hour?

Why not? And then
the Room of Gold!

It might be safer
if no one else knows

what you two guys
are doing down here
in Ecuador.

You know what I mean?

- Safer?
- Safer?

Billion dollars'
worth of gold.

Oh, there's the bus.
Race you for
a window seat.

Enjoying your water?

I see you ordered
another drink.

Would you like them
to run a hose from
the bar to your mouth?

Hey, loosen up. Louise says
you're gonna meet your
dream lover on this trip.

There are a lot
of attractive
women here.

Yeah.

Elegant.

- Classy.
- Hey, so what?

See these women?
Take away the
expensive clothes,

the high-flown manners
and sophistication and
what have you got?

- Me.
- Absolutely.

Well, I mean,
that's not so bad.
You're you.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I could play
in this league.

All men are the same.

Except some have
criminal records,
some don't.

I gotta pick a target.

Rich.

How do you tell
which are which?

When I say, "It does, too,"
you say, "It does not."

It does, too.

It does not.

It does, too.

It does not.

- It does, too.
- It does not.

You're being so obnoxious.

Can someone
please settle this?

In a Rolls-Royce Corniche,
the bar opens from
left to right, doesn't it?

Excuse me.

The lady
is correcto.

- Thank you.
- Not at all.

I'm Alejandro De La Vivar.

I'm Sylvia van Pickel.
This is my brother, Ziggy.

I'm here for a small
business meeting.

The price of silver
one day is up,
the next day is down.

Will you still be
here in 15 minutes?

Yeah.

But I won't wait more
than an hour and a half.

In 15 minutes.

Nice to meet you, Ziggy.

He was very charming.
I think you
can do better.

Me? My last boyfriend was a
guy who drank soup by putting
his head in it. He would...

Ingo Swedlin.
What's he doing here?

Remember what Harry said?
Nobody's supposed to
know why we're here.

Well, what if he asks?

Let's dance. It'll
give us a chance
to think up a story.

He's coming over.

Think of a story.

What? No, he's stopped.

He's staring at someone's
shrimp cocktail.
This bodes ill.

Let's move it, Stretch.

Sylvia, look who's here.

This is quite
a surprise.

What are
you doing here?

Why wouldn't I be here?
They have a lovely buffet.
How about you?

- We come here every year.
- First time ever.

Both of you?
Together?

You just met
two weeks ago.

- What he means is,
we'll be coming here...
- Be.

- From now on.
- Be coming.

Every year.
Right, poopsie?

That's right, banana-head.

We met and va-va-voom!

I can't keep my
hands off him.

Ditto.

Well, I guess I'll
leave the two of you
alone then.

Mmm.

I think he
bought that.

Yeah. I think
we fooled him
completely.

There's Alejandro.

See you in the morning, Nick.

Have fun.
That's what I'm gonna do.

Good evening.

- You're not Latin.
- No.

I saw you dance.
I was sure
you were Latin.

Tell me, are you
as good as you look?

I'd rather let
you decide.

I suddenly got a chill.

Well, I'm hoping
it's me and not a virus.

I am Consuelo.

I am Ziggy.

You like?

Parts of me are
already applauding.

I have something for you.

I have something for you.

Here. It's
an aphrodisiac.

It's made from the
horn of rhinoceros and
dried rabbit glands.

But no sugar, I hope.

Are there rhinoceroses
in a garage in New Jersey?

What?

A garage in New Jersey.
I swear that's where
this was made.

So what? Try it.

And then in a basement
in Brooklyn,

in a police station,
in a bag marked "PCP."
This is angel dust.

Honey, you've
been gypped.

Don't take it so hard.

You think we're
going to let you
beat us to it?

You think we're going
to let you find it
for that pig, Harry?

I'll come back later,
when you're not
so upset. Hey!

I'm going to kill you.

I take it sex is off?

Should I call the police?
Should I not?

I should've known.
How could I have known?

Sylvia! Oh, my God.

Excuse me. Did you
just come from
Mr. De La Vivar's room?

Gracias.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh! Oh!

What the hell
are you doing?

I was just in time.
He was about
to strangle you

with this beautiful
piece of jewelry.

Boy, that's class.

What happened?

You asked me
to marry you.

No! Your brother
Ziggy attacked me.

Are you insane?

Get off it, Al.
I'm on to you like a boil.

The phony clothes.
The whole charade.

Ambassador!
What is happening?

I was beaten and attacked.

You attacked the
Spanish ambassador
to Ecuador?

Did I?

You jerk. I had
that guy eating
out of my hand.

Literally.
Look, there's
still melon.

I'm sorry.
A woman tried to
kill me, and I...

I'm surprised
all women haven't
tried to kill you.

Look, look, Sylvia.

Yes, and I thought
they'd come after
you, too. So...

So you tried to
save my life.

Hi. I'm going downstairs.
They don't understand me
on the telephone.

How do you say
"cookies" in Spanish?
I know how to say "milk."

Somebody tried to
kill Nick. Look,
he's wounded.

Look.

That's probably nothing.
A mistake. Somebody
got boisterous.

Happens down here
all the time.

So what? So you
got a little wound.

A woman. She's dead.

Dead? A woman?

- Yes.
- Where?

She's easy to spot.
She's the one that's...

That's odd.

The police must have
hauled her off.

No, no, no, it's only been
five minutes. So, we'd have
heard the police.

There'd be one of
those chalk outlines
of the body. You know...

Maybe she bounced.
Like out of the hotel.

Women are soft.

A gang! Her gang took
her away so that no
questions could be asked.

- Right.
- So we're discounting
the bouncing theory.

Completely. A gang
that's gonna take
another shot at me.

Louise says gang.

Well, gangs are not
necessarily bad.

You know there are nice
gangs. There was Our Gang,
Alfalfa, Buckwheat.

Alright,
here's what we do.

We don't wait until tomorrow.
I get a car, we sneak
out of the hotel tonight,

we go straight up
into the mountains
before morning.

They'd never
expect that.

Will they expect
me to leave this
hemisphere?

- Because that's
what I'm going to do.
- Kids,

why let one crazy woman
with a knife ruin

what otherwise
has been a very
lovely experience?

How many of us were
having a good time
before this happened?

Hands.
One, two...

What are we counting?
What's to count?
Are you both nuts?

Let's at least go to the
hospital like we said we
would. Then you can decide.

- Sounds fair to me.
- Fair?

Nick,

I think Harry's right.
You should go
to the hospital.

Why?

Oh!

Great. First I get stabbed,
then I'm bleeding.

You give me any more
trouble, I break
you like a twig.

- Understand?
- Yes.

I loved your last movie.
What was that called?
Conan the Nurse?

Okay, no trouble.

Well, sorry, visiting
hours are over.
We can't see him.

So why don't we
just go up in
the mountains,

find the gold,
get rich, go home?

Race you to
the elevator.

Harry, puppy,
I want to see
your friend.

What's to see?
The guy's a veg.
Cucumber with lips.

Besides, Florence Nightmare
won't let us in.

Mmm-hmm.

- Louise...
- What is it?

It's Louise.

She's very upset.

She says there's a
tremendous psychic
energy on this floor.

Probably somebody
getting a sponge bath.
I know that makes me crazy.

Follow her.
Follow Louise.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

My Lord.

Hi, Burt.

Jesus, you look good.
I mean it.

You got some color.

That stuff is
not dripping out of
your ears anymore.

That's great. You're
gonna be out of here
in a couple of days.

Can he talk?

Uh...

A little.

"Go away. I don't
want any visitors.

"Just help Harry find the gold.
It's perfectly safe. Well, goodbye."

Well, goodbye, Burt. I'll pick up
those magazines you wanted.

Okay, that's it.
Let's go.

Can Louise talk to him?

I'll ask. Louise?

Louise?

Come on, you're
making me look bad here.

This guy's gotta
have some marbles left.
You can...

Harry. Harry.

It's me.

I found it, Harry.

- I found it.
- Where is it, Burt?

It's far.

Deep in the mountains.

- Where?
- Wind.

Dust.

Very far.

Eli's dead.

How? How did he die?

And where?

I want pudding.

They never bring
me pudding.

All they bring
me is ice cream.

Talking about pudding.

Did you bring
back any gold,
Mr. Wilder?

It would help me
find the rest of it.

Unbelievable.

How could Cary Grant
have never won an Oscar?

He's thinking randomly.
It's like his mind
is leaking away.

Harry,

I once slept
with your wife.

Estelle or Vivian?

Both.

Well, you're one up on me.

Can you think back
to where you were?

Can you put yourself
back there?

Yes.

Estelle, please,
you're married to Harry.

No, no!
Back to the mountains.
Where you were.

Yes.

Do something!
Do something!

- Nick, what happened?
- I don't know.

Static electricity.
Never drag your
feet on a rug.

- Always lift them.
- You don't die of static electricity.

What's up there, Harry?
What did he find?

All I know is gold.

- What are you feeling, Nick?
- I don't know.

But it had nothing
to do with gold.

- I'm going.
- Back to New York?

Into the mountains.
Where he was.

I have to.

Well, I suppose
we're all here
for the same reason.

I don't think so.
You see, we just came
for the rabbit test.

I'm gonna
have Nick's baby.

Ain't that right,
Big Daddy?
Thanks, Doc.

Remember, lots of milk.
That's leche down here.
Excuse us.

Whatever
Mr. Wilder told you,
he will also tell me.

I don't think so.
He's dead.

Ah, a silencer.
In a hospital.
Very thoughtful.

Tell me what
you know, Nick.

Right, right.
What are you going
to do, kill us?

There's a nurse
right there.
She's a witness.

Nice shot.
Ingo, you're crazy.

But nice crazy.

Tell me what
Mr. Wilder told you.

Nothing. He slept
with Harry's wives.

Everybody has to know?

Just that it's deep
in the mountains.

It's far. It takes days.
Wind, dust. Eli's dead.
That's it. I swear.

I believe you. Now
I'm going to have to
kill all three of you.

Ingo, why? You don't have to
kill us. There'll be another
nurse along any minute.

Just think of it as
an effective way of
eliminating the competition.

Louise?

Trying to contact
your psychic connection?

Louise!

Ingo,

your mother doesn't
want you to do this.

My mother is dead.

Yes, I know. She's speaking
to me, well, to my
psychic guide, Louise,

from the other side.
She wants you to stop this.

This is pathetic.

Your mother's name
is Gretchen. She died
in a bobsled mishap.

Ingo, she wants you
to let us all go.

And give us
all your money.

Shut up, Harry.

Mama!

Harry, give me a hand.

Can you read my lips?
That's too much money.

You got any that don't
spit? No, I don't want
the whole family.

No. One llama.

I'm dying here.
How much, really?

200?
I don't want to marry him.
I just wanna rent him.

I'll try another approach.
I'll talk to the llama.

This way.

Louise wants us
to go that way.

Great. What do
we do now? Have
a psyche-off?

No, it's this way, Louise.

- She says no.
- You're wrong, Louise.

- Their first fight.
- Coming?

Well, I'm in a quandary.

Louise is sure
that the lost city
is that way?

No. No, Louise doesn't say
the city's that way.

She just wants us
to go that way.

Why?

'Cause she's trying
to protect us.

From what?

From death

and horrible agony.

Well, we're gonna
have to look beyond that.
Come on, we follow Nick.

Come on.

Oh!

- Knock, knock.
- Hello.

Hi. Nice legs.

Thanks. You've got...

You're very...

What are you
doing here?

Well, I wasn't tired.

I just finished Harry's hair
and I thought I'd see
how you were doing, so...

How you doing?

Fine. Very fine.

You know, I think
we should start
earlier tomorrow.

Who needs six
hours sleep?

- What's with you?
- What?

Up every morning
at the crack of dawn.
On the trail. Go, go, go.

What have you been doing?
Smoking the local shrubbery?

No.

Ever since that night
in the hospital, when
I touched that poor man.

And you flew
across the room.

Yeah.

- I just feel pulled.
- Pulled?

When I'm out
on the trail,

sometimes it's not
like I'm walking,
it's like I'm

falling,
and I can't stop.

I think we're close.

Me, too.

Nick.

How'd that happen?

It just happened.

Is it gonna
happen again?

- Yes.
- When?

Now.

Okay.

- Shut up, Louise.
- Yeah, Louise, shut up.

You know I'm curious.
When did you decide
you liked me?

I guess when you tried
to save my life,

I appreciated that.

I thought, back then,

"He's really nice."

I thought, "If there
was that I could
ever do for him,

"I will."

What do you mean?

- What do you mean?
- Do for me?

What, like now?

What's happening here?

A minute ago you were
ready to disappear
down my throat.

I don't know. This is
starting to sound a little
too much like charity.

I must have said
the wrong words.

I admit I'm not that smart.
I'm not a museum person.

Well, you know, the way
it's coming out, you're
looking for a little action.

There's nobody
here but me and
Harry, and I won.

- But not by much.
- Okay.

I want you bad,
alright.

I dream about you
and me in a house
in Long Island.

I'm only half a woman
until I make love to
you. You happy now?

Must we spoil what's
been a depraved and
embarrassing evening?

No, no, no,
please, please.
Not another word.

This is just how
I want to forget you.

- Screw you!
- No, thanks.

Boy, Nick, you really
know how to show
a girl a good time.

Hey, I forgot
to ask you. Can I
sleep on this?

Who gives a shit?

- What's the matter with her?
- I wouldn't sleep with her.

Really?

Sylvia!

I'm telling you
something. He's
double-crossing us.

He's gone off
to get it himself.

That's ridiculous.
He wouldn't do that.

Nick is a totally
honorable guy.
Despite that, I like him.

Oh, yeah? Well, tell me
something. Where is that
talking frankfurter?

It's my guess
he fell off that cliff.

Oh.

See, that's why after
the fight last night, you
should have slept with me.

What good would
that have done?

It would have done me
a lot of good.

Hey.

Nick!

Nick.

- Did you...
- Yes.

- You found it?
- I found something.

That's it,
that's it.
He found it!

That's my Nicky.
Come on,
let's go get it.

I'm never going
near that place again.

Come on, Nick.
Here we go, boy.
Come on.

Louise, what's really
happening here?

Louise,
it's the bad thing.
Harry, don't go!

Don't go? That's crazy.
We're gonna be rich!

Wait! Louise is
freaking out.

We gotta leave
this place right
away, Harry.

There's no danger there,
I swear. You know
what's happening here?

You two are feeling a lot
of sexual tension as a
result of the near miss

in Nick's tent last
night. Why don't you
guys work that out?

I'll turn around, give
you a couple of minutes.
Have a good time.

Harry, you can
turn around now.

Already? I'd see
a doctor about that.

Harry, there's no gold
in that city. You're wrong.
It's something else.

Gold! The Room of Gold!
I swear. If I'm lying,
may God strike me dead.

Oh, God!

An Indian taught
me how to do that.
Underhanded.

Getting pretty
good at it,
don't you think?

You swine.

Well,

this is it, dolls.

I may as well
tell you now.

The $50,000 I gave you.

Don't spend it.
It's counterfeit.

Don't talk.

I'm sorry I was never
honest with you.

I just really
wanted this bad.

I wanted to be somebody.

You are somebody.

Somebody with money.

"Would you like
your limousine now,
Mr. Buscafusco?"

"Two tickets for Rome,
Mr. Buscafusco?"

"Isn't she
a little young, sir?"

I'm scared.

Don't worry. Louise
said there's nothing
to be afraid of.

She's gonna
take care of you.

I see her.
She's pretty.

- Remember me?
- You bet.

I couldn't help but overhear
your conversation with
the late Mr. Buscafusco.

He's only late because
of you, you miserable
piece of shit.

Enough of that already.

Nick, you've been
to the lost city.
Tell me where it is.

No.

The count of three
and they're all
over the mountains.

- They being?
- Your nuts.

- Just to clarify.
- One.

- Tell him.
- Two.

- I can't.
- Three.

You!

Why, it's Dr. Steele.

Thank God
I got here in time.

Harrison, how
did you ever...

I assume
he killed Harry.

- Yeah, the bastard.
- You knew Harry?

A long time.
There was only one Harry.

And now there's none.

Harrison, look out
behind you.

That's Carl.

Say, aren't
you that idiot
tin salesman?

It's nice
to be remembered.

Ingo killed Harry
and was about
to kill Nick.

What was the thinking
behind that?

- Well, I'll tell you then. He was...
- Shut up.

Carl, I told you,
one of us must
always stay with him.

You mean you guys
are all in cahoots
with one another?

Yes.

So you killed Harry?

Harry is dead and
so is the subject.

Now let's talk
about something
I want to talk about.

The location of the lost
city, which, I suspect,
is somewhere up there.

Congratulations,
Ingrid, we're lost. Feel
free to kill yourself.

This is the
way Nick came.
I'm sure of it.

One thing
you gotta say
about me.

I got some great taste
when it comes to guys.

I'm sorry. You know,
I did my best.
What do you want?

I don't mean you,
I mean him, Dr. Craphead.

I pick one
low-life bum
after the next.

I swear I don't even
think I ever fell
for a decent guy.

- Thanks.
- I didn't mean to say...

No, no, no,
we had this fight
before, I know.

Yeah, but you're always
taking it the wrong way.

- Please.
- Alright, then.

Move!
Hey!

Hey!

So this is where Nick
sprouted wings and
flew over the mountain.

There is going to
come a point

where I'm not going
to have to listen to
your insults anymore.

And then what?

Care to see
the lost city?

Come on!

What is that?

That's what
we came for.

I sense something.
The presence of
something not human.

Not human?

Oh, stop. You're scaring
me to death. Move.

Oh, boy.

Get away from that.
You don't want
anything to do with that.

On the contrary,
this is exactly
what we want.

Curious. This
can't be Incan.
They left no alphabet.

It's not Incan.
It's older.

This is the formula.
I'm sure of it.

Can you
read this?

- No.
- Not enough psychic energy?

- It's too much.
- Great.

In English, Sylvia.

This is the beginning
and end of all things.

It is the tip
of God's arrow
fallen to earth.

- No!
- From...

Get away from her.

You get away from her.

You were decoding
that pyramid. You were
speaking in tongues.

Nick, what is
that thing?

I don't know.
But it's high
time I found out.

Nick!

Energy,
tremendous energy,

the most concentrated
psychic energy source
on the planet.

- They knew how to use it.
- Nick.

And they used it
against each other.

Very good, Nick.
I was right about you.
You are the best.

Carry on reading
the pyramid, Sylvia.

Don't. The rest of the
message tells how to extract
and harness this power.

Finish reading
the pyramid, Sylvia.

I'd give you the finger,
sweetie, but I'm too refined.

I'm beginning to take
your point of view about
killing these people.

She told me enough.
Now, it's just a matter
of cryptography.

Soon, Harrison, we'll
have all the power.

So, do I trust Ingo
and kill you now?

Or keep you alive, should he
prove to be suffering from
his usual overconfidence?

What do you think, Carl?

He hardly ever asks me
for my opinion.
I'm flattered.

There, that's the last
of the ideograms.

I just need the phonograms.
You'll have it by the dawn.

Great.

I said, you'd
have it by the dawn.

You're not gonna
get away with this.

Get away
with what, cutie?

With whatever it
is you're trying
to get away with.

What I'm gonna try
and get away with
is to re-introduce

some much-needed
order into the world.

But it doesn't
concern you.

It doesn't.

No. You and Nick could
find your way back here to
fulfill your own ambitions.

I don't need
the competition.

Sorry.

Louise, help me
say goodbye to Nick.

Don't worry if you
can't bring me back.

It doesn't matter now.

I don't think
we would have found
it without you, Nick.

And this is how
you show your
appreciation?

I'll give you a break.
Where wouldn't you
like to be shot?

South America.

- Sylvia!
- Hey, don't call me girls' names.

It's you. What? Yeah,
I know. We probably
only have a few minutes.

What the hell?

Really? That's so sweet.

Thanks for coming over.
I'm glad. I wish I could
get us out of this.

Wait a second.

Remember in the hospital
with Ingo, what you did
with him and his mother?

Do that for me
and this guy.
Yeah, I'll wait.

You do this a lot?
You talk to rocks?

In a moment, I'm
going to have a big
surprise for you.

A message from
the other side.

Yeah. Good.
Hi, Perrito.

Perrito?
Only my papa ever
called me Perrito.

I know. I'm sort of
in contact with your papa.

Bullshit.

"I don't know how it got
there, but get your sister's
head out of the toilet,

"or I'll crack your ass
the other way."

It is the old man.

That's right.
He's inside me.
Now listen, Carl.

He wants you
to let me go.

- He does?
- Yes, Carl.

He's inside
of you, huh?

Yes, that's right,
Perrito.

- You miserable old bag of shit!
- What?

All my life I wanted to get
back at you, but you died
before I got a chance.

- Now, Perrito...
- Don't "Perrito" me.

All those nights
you locked me up
in the paint shed.

I was scared to death.

- Sylvia...
- I hate your guts.

Here's for the paint shed.

Here's for what
you did to Mama.

Surely I had some
good qualities.

Why didn't you ever
tell me you loved me?

That's all I wanted.

I love you, Perrito.
I swear, I love you.

Really?

Really, Son,
I always did.

Papa. Papa.

Teach you to hit your papa.

Get back in your
body, Sylvia. I'm
coming to rescue you.

Drop it!

No! Toss it. Please.

Thank you. Move.

Sylvia.

Sylvia?

Hi, Nick.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Down.

- Just a second.
- What?

- Harrison.
- Yes, Sylvia?

That's for Harry.

I told you
to kill them.

What do you
think you're doing?

We're escaping.
And pretty flamboyantly,
I might add.

- Wait a minute.
- What?

By the time we got back,
they would have the energy,

they could destroy anybody
who came after them.

Yes. Okay, here's what
we're gonna do. Sylvia
is going to escape.

I'm gonna stay behind
and make sure nothing
happens to this,

until she brings
somebody back.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Have you handled
a machine gun before?

Sure, lots of times. In high
school, I was the captain
of the machine gun team.

They can be
very tricky, Nicky.

Not that tricky.
Better get going.

This isn't fair.
I dragged you
down here.

You should leave,
and I should have to
stay here with the gun.

Absolutely not.

You've very brave.

Well, everybody looks brave
holding a machine gun.
Go, go. Hurry back.

Okay, boys,
what do you say we just

all make ourselves
comfortable and wait
for the authorities.

Or I can lie here
and bleed to death.
The choice is yours.

This isn't going to
get in the way of our
friendship, is it?

Oh, let's just kill
him. Then we tap
into the energy.

- Goodbye, Nick.
- Don't!

Don't do it.

What are you
doing up there?

I want you and these
other mutants to walk
out of here right now.

Or what?

I don't need a formula
to draw this energy.

No! No!

You saw what happened
to Mr. Wilder.

He was only touching
his friend, who was
touching the pyramid.

You'll destroy
yourself, along
with the rest of us.

That's right. Along
with the rest of you.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Let me kill him.

Sylvia, let go.

Sylvia!

Shit!

Sylvia, let go!

Louise, help her!

Sylvia.

How?
What happened?

There was a calm.

The room...

The whole thing
turned to gold.

And I felt
an incredible warmth.

And there was
Louise, smiling,
saying goodbye.

What is it?

She went
into the light.
She saved me.

Nick, Louise is gone.

We'd like
to check in, please.

Yes, Mr. Deezy.

We're a little crowded,
so I'm going to have to
put you in different wings.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm that way.

I'm over there.

Take care
of your leg.

Hi.

May I come
in a second?

Yeah, sure.
I was just eating.

So, I'm going to leave
for New York tonight.

Okay. I'm going to stay here
a little while longer.
I love it here.

Oh, yeah, it must
be an awful big
adjustment for you,

still without
Louise, huh?

It's okay.

Louise moved on to
a higher spiritual plane.

I guess she felt that
I was ready to be
on my own. You know?

- Well, then...
- Yeah, have a good flight.

What are you doing?

I'm learning about
the person who
held this glass.

- But, Nick...
- I'm getting a very clear image.

This is a person who acts
as if she has a lot of
confidence in herself.

But she doesn't. She's
gotten involved with a guy
who usually isn't her type.

She doesn't want to
admit it 'cause she's
afraid of getting hurt.

But she's fallen
in love with this guy.

And that's what I'm
getting from this glass.

Nick, I never
touched that glass.

Apparently,
the waiter is
in love with you.

Well, I'd better
go talk to him, and
let him down easy.

Nick.

I touched this cup.

Sylvia, I'm sorry.
Your head.
Oh, no, you okay?

Yeah.

What is it?

There's someone here.

Louise?

No.

Oh, my God!

It's Harry!