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♪ Somewhere

♪ Beyond the sea

♪ Somewhere waiting for me

♪ My lover stands on golden sands

♪ And watches the ships that go sailing... ♪

Whose idea was this?

- What idea? - Meeting here.

Theirs. Why?

'Cause it looks like we're out here dealing dope, that's why.

- You like listening to static? - It's tough getting FM, OK?

Oh, sure, under a fuckin' freeway and high tension wires.

These guys are late.

Hey, what time did they say they were gonna meet you?

- 7:00. - Yeah, they're real late.

- OK, what do I do about it now? - Well...

Yeah, why don't you just back up and see if you can get K-EARTH?

Boy, this is not too cool. He ought to lower his brights, at least.

Lights, goddamnit!

Jesus Christ! We're just meeting here to make sure we weren't followed.

♪ And we'll meet, I know we'll meet beyond the shore

- Christ, how did I get here? - ♪ We'll kiss just as before... ♪

He's got the cash.

Now we gotta go weigh it and test it.

Oh, hey, why not just do it on the hood of the car?

Stop here.

What are you looking at?

Peanut shells.

Right! Jesus!

Go in the room and leave the door unlocked.

I'll be there in a minute.

What were you doing in there?

- Who is it? - Answer it.

It's Leland, Andy.

- Andy, how you doin', baby? - Great.

Say hello to Nick. Nick's my partner.

Hold it.

Who the fuck is that?

He's a friend.

He's not my friend. And I got all the friends I need.

He's my ride. He... He drove me, that's all.

Then let him wait in the car. I don't like meeting strangers.

Look, I assure you, he's just a friend of mine. He...

Hey, that's cool.

Just let me take a quick leak, and I'll be outta here.

- Deal's still good. - Uh...

How do you wanna weigh it and test it?

We'll work it out, Andy.

Uh, maybe it's none of my business,

but I don't think you should be looking for any new faces in your life, either.

Fine with me. I'll wait outside.

Hey.

- Pfft! I thought you retired. - I am retired.

- Then what are you doin' here? - A favor.

Oh, you mean a felony favor.

A client of his paid him off with a pound of coke,

and he wanted me to hold his hand while he sells it.

- Oh, man, that is one flimsy fuckin' excuse. - Oh, yeah?

He also tells me his customer in there

is asking more questions about me than the dope.

My phones have funny little noises on 'em.

You're setting me up, Nick.

Not tonight, pal. I got here by accident.

Oh! Talk about a flimsy fuckin' excuse!

Later. This is going down right now.

And do yourself a favor. Don't go back to the car.

Well, don't you go back to the room. There's no evidence.

I'm sorry, Nick, I couldn't afford to have him busted as dumb as he is. He's...

He's my lawyer.

Who authorized this shit?

You did, Lieutenant.

Look, Nick, that's what we were told, OK?

- What a waste of time. - Yeah.

'Units 3, 4 and 5, return to parking lot.'

'Units 6 and 7, check all of the exits and the stairwell.

'You need to look at those air condition...'

We got a runner going across the freeway!

Fuck, it's 8:45.

That's the only fucking phone I've ever met that...

Get in there!

- 'Vallenari's. Good evening.' - Hi, this is Dale McKussic.

'Yeah, Mr. McKussic. I'm sorry, it's a little noisy at the moment.

'Aren't we seeing you this evening?'

I don't think I'm gonna make my reservation. I'm gonna be a little late.

'Well, how late will you be?'

Uh. Oh, I don't know. How late is the kitchen open?

Tell me something, Hal.

When you asked for my help at the last minute,

you didn't know who it was you were asking me to bust?

I knew who it was.

Why didn't you bust him?

Well, you know that, too.

He's a friend of mine.

I gotta tell you, one of the first things I heard when I came to LA,

Nick Frescia wouldn't work the South Bay 'cause he didn't wanna bust Dale McKussic.

Well, tonight you proved that point.

You not only let him walk,

you kicked him out of the room and gave him a personal escort. Why?

Because you're predictable, Hal.

You're very predictable.

Mac saw you comin' a mile away.

How the fuck did you know he wasn't holdin'?

Was Andy Leonard? You busted him.

OK. No coke. No sale. No conspiracy to sell.

All you've got is a lightweight conversation

with a chicken shit Century City lawyer.

And a probable lawsuit for entrapment.

Mac's lawyers would've made mincemeat outta you.

I let him walk to save you from a bad bust.

Hal... I did you a favor.

'Hello, Mr. McKussic, how are you this evening?'

- 'Fine, thank you.' - What is it?

- It's McKussic. - You're kidding.

He's in and out of this place all the time.

Andy Leonard's the lawyer for this restaurant. Did you know that?

McKussic and the Vallenaris are talking drugs and money?

- God, they're real careful what they say. - How about letting me hear it.

I told you, Nick, they're real fuckin' careful.

I'm sure you're right, Hal. Could I hear at least?

Yeah, sure!

'In that case,

'why don't I give you a taste of something different tonight?

'How about... rigatoni?'

- 'Rigatoni?' - 'Rigatoni quattro formaggi.

'A creamy blend of four Italian cheeses.

'Fontina, taleggio, gorgonzola, and parmigiano.'

- 'Sounds good.' - Yeah, sounds good to me, too.

Look, Hal, before we spend another five grand to hear what Mac's having for dinner,

take my guys off the clock and let me ask him.

Unless you guarantee the federal government's picking up the tab tonight.

What's good here?

Everything. Why, are you hungry?

- I missed dinner. - Oh.

- What are you having? - Oh, a little pasta.

Something like Rigatoni quattro formaggi?

Good guess.

Dinner's over, Bart. Pay the tab at the bar.

You just had the head of Narcotics for LA County

arguing with the drug enforcement agency about what you're doing in here.

- Why? - What do you mean, "why"?

You're a drug dealer, and you don't pay your taxes.

I'm not exactly active these days.

Yeah, but you're a legend around here, man.

Not only that, you're white.

They figure when they print your picture in a paper, they'll be able to see it.

So, what do you figure, Nick?

I made lieutenant, Mac.

It'll be announced next week.

I'm the head of Narcotics for LA County.

Gee, uh, congratulations.

That's all you got to say?

Well, what about your law degree? I thought

- you were trying to get into the DA's office. - Stop worrying about my fuckin' career.

The federal government swears you're doing business in here.

I'm not. Not here or anywhere else, and you couldn't catch me if I was.

Try the sanddabs.

- Try the sanddabs. - OK.

Here, look. Watch!

- That's terrific. - Yeah.

You know, I just...

- ...think something's going on. - Jeez!

Now, look, Mac. I'm don't stop being a detective just because there's no crime.

Well, what do you think is goin' on here, Nick?

Well, maybe it's something you don't want me to know about.

And how are we treating you this evening, Mr. McKussic?

Oh, fine, thank you.

Can I offer you anything more?

More?

There are two fish you haven't tried, and they're excellent.

- Oh, sure. - OK.

What are they?

I thought I'd surprise you.

This is my... friend, Nick Frescia. He's...

A pleasure, Jo Ann Vallenari. Can I bring you a plate as well?

Thanks, I've gotta be going.

- Perhaps you'll try us another night, then. - What I tried tonight was terrific.

I'm pleased to hear it.

- She's attractive. - Huh?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

So, how about it?

How about what?

Whatever you're doing,

do it somewhere else, and don't make me look bad.

There is one last thing.

There's no new business. It's, uh... an accounting problem.

- An accounting problem? - Yeah, yeah. The Colombians.

There's always some kind of discrepancy about money.

Sure. They don't know how to count.

Yeah.

I got your word, Mac?

Yeah.

- One more thing. - Jesus.

How about another bite of that fuckin' fish, man? It's great!

- I give him two drinks. - That's two too many.

- If my brother sees Nino like this after... - What's he gonna do? Fire him?

- No, he's not going to fire the chef, Arturo... - Then?

...but one bartender more or less is not the end of the world,

- Jovana! - and I don't want him driving that little car.

He can have my car.

Your Cadillac? You really wanna kill him, don't you?

I'll drive, Jovana. I go dance.

- No, no, no. - Yes!

- You're going home. - Why?

'Nine, Edward, twenty-one. Roger, one, four, six.

'Boy, William, Robert, standby.'

'Oh, happy birthday.'

'How did you know it was my birthday?'

'Well, uh... Arturo told me.'

'Thank you.'

Well?

Well, uh...

In the course of last night, something came up which persuaded me

that Mac dining in that restaurant is a non-drug related activity.

Yeah.

Well, your friend's not gonna get away with what he's gotten away with for 15 years

and just retire.

What do you suggest?

I suggest you make sure we have a case.

After all, what are friends for?

'We haven't seen you in a while.'

'Well, I've been a little busy lately, and I... I took a...

'I took a break, you know?'

'Did you go away for Thanksgiving?'

'Yeah, I did. I went up to Aspen and put the skids on.'

- 'Put skids on?' - 'Yeah, I went skiing.'

'Oh.

- 'Are you good?' - 'No. No. Well... passing.

'Not an expert. Are you?'

'No.'

'Well, you should go sometime. It's fun.'

- 'Maybe I will.' - 'Sure.'

Goddamnit, Frescia! What the fuck is the matter with you?

I don't need you flying in from Washington,

taking over my office, telling me to manufacture evidence.

This is my backyard, Hal!

I don't grow weeds in my backyard, so I can pull 'em.

Mac.

Mac.

I swear to God I wasn't trying to use you.

- I was just trying to pay some bills. - Well, now you got another one to pay.

Man, if I don't come through, these guys will kill me.

No, they won't kill you, Greg. They'll probably just break your legs.

- Oh, wow, here comes the money junkie. - Mac, I've been calling and calling.

Oh, and I just broke a fucking nail!

I sent your lawyer the check, Shaleen.

Well, tomorrow's the first of the month, you might as well write another one.

Shaleen, uh...

I'm at a critical point in this business. It requires cash.

So do I.

I'm sorry, Mac, but I'm not starving, so you could tell your little boy

you're a rubber hose salesman instead of a drug dealer.

Honestly, Greg, one day Cody gets old enough to ask what his father does for a living,

and he suddenly develops a conscience.

Greg, I will deal with that other stuff later.

- Leave my kid out of this. - Our kid!

Anyway, I... I need another 10,000.

- The Mercedes burned up. - What, the SLC?

Eh, it's under warranty. Take it back and make 'em fix it.

You know those assholes.

They claim I didn't have any oil in the engine.

Nick, I made an improper suggestion.

- I overreacted. - No, no.

- No, it was uncalled for. I... - No. It was my fault.

Well... OK.

Look, I just wanna lay my cards on the table.

Whatever questions you have about our operation...

...go ahead, ask me. Shoot.

OK. Who's your snitch?

I can't tell you that.

We got to start somewhere, Hal.

How about, uh... July 17th, 1963?

"Nicolas Frescia and Dale McKussic

"were arrested for curfew violation on Hermosa Beach."

Seven years later, you were with Mac

when he was arrested for drugs on Rosarito Beach.

No, he was on the beach.

I was in the water.

Otherwise, I'd have been smoking a joint with him

ending up in the same Mexican jail for two years.

Eh, what can I say?

Hal, you have really done your homework.

Nick, this is not about you being a cop.

I know you're one of the best.

You're close to Mac.

Mac is close to Carlos, and he's coming to town.

Who says?

He's getting ready to move 1,200 kilos of coke.

Personally.

That's the word.

For $1,100 a week,

a local snitch is liable tell you anything you wanna hear.

I'm also hearing it from the Federal Judicial Mexican Police,

and believe me, I'm not paying them a dime.

And like you say, this is your backyard.

Has Carlos ever made a move in it without Mac's help?

No, if Carlos is back in town, Mac's back in business.

So, what do you want from me?

Use your relationship with Mac to get to Carlos.

- How? - Any way you can.

If Mac is clean, it's gonna do him a lot of damage.

Say he is working with Carlos and we bust him...

...I will personally guarantee that Mac does not have to stand trial in federal court.

You're liable to save him 15 years of his life.

I've cleared out of your office, Nick.

Dos, dos, dos, cuatro, dos, siete.

Sí?

Well, it's me, Mac.

'Hey, my buddy. Que pasa?'

No, you called me, buddy.

Uh, hey, you know... Not now, man.

They're watchin' at me everywhere I go.

'For Christ's sake!'

I'm telling you, man, there's, uh... some renewed interest in me around here.

Well, my cousin, uh... he used my name as a guarantee of delivery.

Oh, it's not my cousin I'm worried about, it's you.

Don't come here now. Not now.

Your chef's visa has expired, Miss Vallenari.

He does have a work permit.

My brother has hired a lawyer

who's working through immigration to get Nino his green card.

You mean Andy Leonard?

Yes.

Have you ever seen Andy Leonard in your restaurant with a Mr. Dale McKussic?

Yes, they're both very good customers.

- What's that? - What's what?

"A good customer."

Someone who is on time

and that doesn't make personal requests or demands for unusual dishes.

In other words, you're telling us that, um...

...you've never had to satisfy any personal requests for Mr. McKussic.

No, Mr. Maguire, he usually orders right off the menu.

Who are you, and what's this all about?

Agent Maguire.

Federal Drug Enforcement.

Has Andy Leonard been arrested on some sort of drug charge?

We arrested him.

What makes you think my restaurant is involved?

Well, for one thing, Leonard's in there all the time.

So is the District Attorney -

does that mean he's selling drugs in my restaurant?

Mr. Leonard doesn't have dinner with the District Attorney.

He has dinner with Mr. McKussic.

Are you telling me Mr. McKussic is selling drugs in my restaurant?

Maybe.

Well, all I do is see him eat.

Miss Vallenari...

...we know how important your chef is to you.

And we have our problems.

We certainly don't have to help immigration with theirs.

In other words, Mr. Maguire, if I'll spy on my customers,

you'll make sure my chef isn't deported for drunk driving?

I didn't say that, Miss Vallenari.

Don't bother to explain.

At eight o'clock tonight, I'll be seating my lawyer and his ex-partner

who's a federal judge downtown.

I'm sure they'll understand what you meant and explain it to me.

OK, Hal.

Hello, Miss Vallenari, I'm Lieutenant Frescia from the Sheriff's Department.

We've met... with Mr. McKussic.

Absolutely.

And when you sue him, I don't wanna be anywhere in sight.

Come on. Get me out of here.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. We'll have Arturo come back.

Take care of it.

- Is everything OK? - Ah, it's nothing, really.

Somebody dropped last night's evidence on the floor,

- including Nino's urine specimen. - What's that mean?

- Oh, it means we'll have to drop the case. - No court?

- No court. - No court.

- Thank you. - Hey, hey, hey...

Hey! Hey! Take it easy, for Christ sake! I work here.

What's on your mind?

The way I met you with Mr. McKussic. Uh, you just... You seemed like friends.

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry. It's really none of my business.

And you've been terrific.

No, don't worry about it. Just, uh... buy me dinner one of these days.

Any goddamn day you want, Nick.

Thank you so much.

Bye-bye.

We got the word your friend McKussic has got a deal cookin'.

- Yeah? - We're gonna nail him.

Ah, if anybody can do it, Hal, you can.

Why'd you let her chef go?

She's tough, isn't she?

- Well, she beat the shit out of you, Hal. - Hell, she did.

Hell, she didn't! Ask anybody in the room.

Frescia, what you got goin' on here?

Shit!

Mac, hi.

Hey, man, where've you been? I've been looking everywhere for you.

In Chula Vista, tryin' to sell farm equipment.

So, what are the Sin Sisters doing here?

Oh, they're just cranking on the coke.

Mac, I'm kiddin'. I'm just kiddin'.

- Greg, I... - They're just leavin'.

What can I do for you?

I'll do anything.

Name it.

Uh, you can start by cleaning off that table there

and get some new paddles and balls.

Suddenly up for some ping-pong?

And I want you to drop something off at Vallenari's for me.

- Here. - Who for?

Jo Ann Vallenari.

- Aren't you going there tonight? - Yeah, but I wanna clean up first, you know.

And besides, it'll give her a chance to look that over before we talk. And Greg...

- Could you give it a rest? - Oh, whatever, man.

I hear you.

What is it?

The cop. He's waiting for you.

How nice.

It's not nice. He's a cop who thinks he did you a favor.

And cops are the worst barflies in the world.

It's not worth it, Jovana, I'm telling you.

You just don't like his looks, Arturo.

- It's quite an experience watching you work. - Oh?

Kinda like you're in a play, and everything's on cue.

- You are kind of letter-perfect. - Thank you.

Tell me, do you ever flub your lines?

Is that a polite way of suggesting I lack spontaneity?

Have you seen Mac lately?

- Mr. McKussic. - Oh.

He's going to ask you to cater a party.

That is our business.

Oh, we think it involves his business.

What are you suggesting?

That I refuse because it's a party for drug dealers?

No, it's just, uh... it's for this one particular guy.

He's particularly unpleasant.

- You mean violent? - Oh, no, I doubt that.

Unless, of course, he doesn't like your lasagne.

I'm sure Mr. McKussic's friend will be very well-behaved.

Why would you call him a friend?

Just a figure of speech, Lieutenant. Who else would you give a party for?

Business associate.

As it happens, Carlos and Mac are friends.

And you and Mac are friends.

That's right.

Well, sounds like a pretty friendly situation all around.

Oh, no, not exactly. Nobody knows Carlos.

Nobody even knows what Carlos looks like but Mac.

And you wanna know what Carlos looks like,

and you're asking me to spy on a customer, so you can find out?

Absolutely not!

Look, let's not discuss my business or his business or your business, OK?

But that leaves us with nothing to talk about.

Let's eat.

Good evening.

'She's having dinner with him.'

She can't be.

The chef is with them right now checkin' out their Caesar salads.

What do you want me to do with the envelope?

You want me to drop it off anyway?

Yeah, I'm beat. I'll never make it in there.

Uh... thanks.

You meet at Orville and Wilbur's maybe once every Christmas, right?

He throws his Chevrolet keys on the bar.

You throw your Porsche keys on the bar.

You pick up your drink, you got a gold Rolex on your wrist.

He's wearing a Timex.

Even if he wasn't a cop, he'd have to hate your guts.

'Sheriff's deputies seized over 700 kilos of cocaine

'with an estimated street value of $27 million.'

Street value $27 million.

Alright, what street is that?

You show me how to get there just once.

Hey, man, are you listening to me?

Nick Frescia came into that restaurant looking for a way to bust your buns.

Oh, he's gonna have to drag me out of bed to do it.

I'm... under the weather, heavily.

- Hey, Mac. - Yeah?

What I'm telling you is for your own good, man.

- That swordfish was great. - Mm, excellent piece.

- And the Cristal. - You know it.

Yeah, we serve it at the Lomita station.

What do cops drink?

Ah, hell, depends. Generally, I recommend my men to stay away from vodka

- and stick to Scotch and bourbon. - Why is that?

So the brass will know they're drunk and not stupid.

- You have an answer for everything. - So do you.

Every question Maguire asked the other day,

you answered like you were reading off a menu.

- Your keys, Jovana. - Thank you, Arturo.

And yours.

- You want me to lock up? - No, no, I... I'll lock up.

Just make sure the kitchen is closed.

Good night, Arturo.

You were saying.

You're still suspicious of me and Mr. McKussic.

- Yeah. - You actually think we're in business together.

No.

Oh...

I... I don't date the customers, Nick.

Especially when they drive $50,000 cars and always pay in cash.

Then you'd heard about Mac.

Well, sooner or later, you hear everything in a restaurant.

- And he's never asked you out? - No!

You're still suspicious.

If I was, what difference would it make? You'd talk me out of it.

That's not it.

- No? - No.

You're just suspicious of any woman who hasn't slept with you.

Jo Ann,

that is a wildly off-the-wall assumption on your part.

What is it, Nick? You need some chapstick or some lip gloss or something?

'Cause your lips keep getting stuck on your teeth.

Or is that your idea of a smile?

That's my idea of a smile.

Oh, man, you are... You're... You're tough.

You're a bad boy, Nick.

You're a very bad boy.

What's this mean?

Redondo Union High.

You smoked in high school?

Oh, yeah, we were a bunch of rowdies, Jo Ann.

- How about an espresso? - What?

I've got to lock up, and I'll never do it like this.

Oh, no!

Jo Ann, what are you doing?

I... I want this under there.

- Here, let me... - No, no, no. You'll get dirty.

Oh, don't be silly.

Ugh, that skylight's indented for some reason,

so the rain fills it up into a puddle until it becomes a pond, and then...

And then what?

And... then you're all wet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, Nick, I'm sorry. I really should have just left it...

'I don't know what it is

'about going to high school with someone...

'...that makes you feel you're automatically friends for life.

'Who says?

'Who says friendship lasts forever?

'We'd all like to, maybe...

'...but maybe it just wears out like everything else.

'Like tires.

'There's just so much mileage in 'em,

'and then you're ridin' around on nothin' but air.'

OK, keep your shirt on.

Any word on, uh, where McKussic's giving the party?

How would I know? I'm waiting to hear it from your snitch,

whoever that is.

I don't know, I keep coming back to this. What do you think, Harry?

Frescia! Hi.

Uh, excuse me, Hal. This is a personal call.

How about a movie?

'I can't tonight. We're booked solid.'

This afternoon.

- 'Don't you ever work?' - Yeah, I'm working now.

Don't say that or I'll believe you. I always believe the worst...

I'm gonna die if I don't see you.

Well, we can't have that.

Um... how about checking out the competition with me this week,

and that way, we can both keep working.

- Where's Jo Ann? - She's taking a few days off.

Mr. McKussic, your table is ready.

- I'll have the drink sent over. - Thank you.

Where the fuck have you been?

Working my ass off, Hal.

Mac's party is a week from tomorrow at his house

at one in the afternoon for 56 guests.

You like cappuccino?

'Sir, we got two, uh... coming out.

'Down front, two males.'

'I got 'em.'

'She's not about to talk to anybody as long as the checks keep coming.'

Surprise!

What would you like?

There's, like, a real burger abundance today.

What's with the hot dogs? Doesn't anybody like hot dogs anymore?

A hot dog is not a burger.

That's a good one.

And I place mystery dust over it,

and it becomes an egg.

You know how I do it?

- What's so funny? - That dogcatcher.

- He's not catching the dog. - Yeah, that's right.

Wrong size handcuffs.

And then take your egg...

and crack it.

Well, I'm leaving right now. Alright.

Bye.

Uh, thank you. Nice food.

Thank you. Nice party.

You're a real magician. I was surprised.

Well, it was a surprise party.

- Did it surprise your boy? - Oh, yes.

Not as much as it surprised the 25 cops on the beach.

But it did, yeah.

You're gonna tell me that's a surprise?

No.

Mr. Frescia said there was a possibility the police would be watching you.

Did he say why?

Yes.

Do you want me to be specific?

I'd appreciate that.

He said you were a serious drug dealer and that you promised to quit,

but that you lied and are still doing it.

He called me a drug dealer and a liar?

What a bummer. I guess I can't blame you.

Blame me for what?

Telling Nick about the party. Uh, thanks again.

I didn't tell Nick about the party.

He told me.

What was I supposed to do? I...

I didn't know it was for your child's birthday.

You didn't order the cake from us. I didn't even know you had a child.

I thought it was for someone called Carlos.

Yeah, just pretend like none of this ever happened.

Yeah, thanks.

We got the harbor patrol involved?

They do surveillance in the marina.

There's boats in the marina, Hal.

See, this is a house.

A house is not gonna float away. It's not gonna fucking move!

Frescia.

Yeah, put him through.

Hey, how you doing?

In my office. How 'bout you?

In my office.

I was wondering, Nick, if, uh... we could get together somewhere?

Uh, yes, any particular time?

Well, how about right now?

Yeah, sure, why not?

Look, when you say the man is giving a party in a week or two...

Hang on.

...and Carlos is coming to town in a week or two...

Who's your snitch, Hal? Huh?

He hasn't gotten a goddamn thing right.

You look for Mac in LA, he's in San Francisco.

You go for Carlos, you get Mac's kid.

- Sin Sisters? - Listen.

I'm not authorizing any more county funds...

Hey! Shit.

...unless you get a hold on someone who can actually identify Carlos.

What the fuck are you talking about? I don't know any...

Is he right there?

Just about.

Everything alright?

How come you tried to get me kicked out of my favorite restaurant?

You told Jo Ann about me, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

You got a reason?

I didn't want her getting into something that might hurt her.

Is that why you told her about Carlos?

So that she could identify him if she saw him?

Is that your way of making sure that she doesn't get hurt?

OK, I fucked up.

Look, Mac,

I've been seeing a lot of Jo Ann, and obviously it affected my judgment here.

Nick...

...if you wanna go after Carlos, go after him.

Just don't use me to do it, OK?

I don't get it, Mac. I mean, what?

Guy saves your life in a Mexican prison,

so you owe him for the next twenty years, is that it?

Huh?

- None of my business. - Exactly.

Oh, by the way, you, uh... told Jo Ann about the party, didn't you?

No, Mac. You got it backwards.

She told me.

Oh, well, then I guess she got it backwards, huh?

Well, that's understandable.

You confronting her like that, she probably got flustered.

After all...

she's not used to that sort of thing.

She's a very traditional girl.

Hey, by the way,

wish Cody a happy birthday for me, will you?

Sure.

Jovana!

Would you hold a moment, please?

Yes?

What do you want me to do with Mr. McCussky's tip?

McKussic. What you normally do.

Divide it up among the waiters, and everyone who work the party.

- It was a pretty good tip. - What are you talking about?

- Well, his bill is $2,500. - Yes.

And his tip is $2,500.

- There's $5,000 in there? - Si.

Must have been a pretty good party.

Arturo, give me that envelope.

♪ Within myself

♪ There are a million things

♪ Spilling over

♪ Falling out into a silent stream

♪ Feel the warm wind touch me

♪ Hear the waters crashing

♪ See my windows wiping clean

♪ It's my recurring dream ♪

If you're looking for Mac, he's down at the competition.

Thanks.

♪ Well it's been inside of me for oh, I don't know how long... ♪

Cody!

Get... away from the pier!

- Holy smoke, it's you! - Yes, yes, it is.

Look, Mr. McKussic, I don't want your money. I don't want any of it.

- Well, how come? - What did you think you were paying for?

What? I... I don't get it. I mean, if it's not enough...

No, it's not enough. What? Did you think you could buy me?

- Buy you what? - There's $5,000 in there!

Lower your voice, OK?

I don't want anybody to think that there's something going down here.

- $5,000? - That's right!

I must have grabbed the hundreds. Uh, it's... Well, you owe me.

What? This was a... a mistake?

Wrong envelope. Um...

Shaleen must have the fifties.

She'll be pissed. Uh...

What did you think I was trying to buy for $5,000?

- Hey, man, you alright? - Yeah, I'm fine. He's hurt.

- Could you get everybody out of here? - I'll... I'll get the gate.

- What do you see? What do you see? - A Kleenex.

Uh, blow your nose on that.

- Still hurt? - I feel like shit.

Mom's gonna blame this on you.

Cody, uh, watch your language.

How about if I send over some angel hair pasta?

- Would you like that? - OK.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Be well, Cody.

I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along. Uh...

Greg had my car, and...

God, I'm sorry about that. I mean, I don't usually do things like that.

I mean, how can somebody make you sign 50,000 forms

- when your kid's neck might be broken? - Hey, why don't you sit down?

Yeah, I'll just have some Herradura.

Your boy lives with you?

- That depends. - On what?

Money and his mama's mood.

Don't you think you've had enough of that?

I mean, you wanna hear Cody if he wakes up and needs something, don't you?

You're not gonna answer me, are you?

- I don't really think you want me to. - Yes, I do.

Okey-dokey, uh...

Hey, I'll answer any question you care to ask. How about that?

OK.

Bet I know the first one.

Oh, what's that?

How can you feel about your boy the way you do and sell drugs?

- Cocaine. It is cocaine, isn't it? - Well, it was.

- But not anymore? - No.

You were out with Andy Leonard the night he was arrested.

- Nick tell you that? - Well, you weren't out with him?

Yeah, I was out with him, yeah.

And you weren't selling cocaine?

No, I wasn't.

He was.

Then what were you doing?

Just trying to teach him how to sell it. You know?

- You're serious. - Well, that's what it came down to.

And that fellow, Andy Leonard,

he's smart enough to be a lawyer, but he's way too dumb to be a crook.

You had to be getting something.

- Oh, yeah, he's my lawyer. - Yes?

He's your lawyer, too.

OK, so he's your lawyer, and he's my lawyer.

What does that do for you?

Look, um...

...I pretty much knew that you knew what I had done for a living,

and, um, I wanted him to let you know...

...that I now had a legitimate business, um...

Naturally, I didn't want him busted in the meantime.

So, you thought that Andy Leonard would give you respectability?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, what do you need it for?

You.

So, um...

So if I asked you out, maybe you'd accept.

You don't need a lawyer for that.

Dating is not a criminal activity, Mr. McKussic.

I think your profession has clouded your judgment here.

I'm flattered, and I...

...I believe you.

It was awful dumb.

Yeah.

I'm...

I'm late as hell.

Arturo, pour me a glass of champagne.

You're never gonna believe what just happened.

If it's bad news, Jovana, I generally believe it.

I went to return Mr. McKussic's money.

You gave back my tip. I don't believe it.

- Yeah. - Good evening, Lieutenant.

- You're early. - You're late.

- Disappointed? - Yeah. What kept you?

You don't wanna know. We're over here.

Ah, no, we're not.

- Well, where do you suggest? - The wine cellar, where else?

Come on. Nick, come on. Stop kidding around. I mean it.

I have customers all over the place.

I'll scream.

That will be quite unnecessary, señorita.

Jo Ann Vallenari,

may I present Comandante Xavier Escalante-Portero y Vega

- of the Mexican Federales. - A pleasure.

Lieutenant Frescia seems to have alarmed you.

Well, I surprised Ms. Vallenari with a private party in the wine cellar.

Because I phoned ahead and made our reservations.

She arrived late and didn't realize we were here.

You go to a good deal of trouble

to explain an inconsequential event, Lieutenant.

Hal. You remember Jo Ann Vallenari.

Yes, of course. How are you?

Nice to see you.

You were going to tell me about your day.

Oh, with Mr. McKussic.

You were with Mac? How come?

If this is a professional question, I don't wanna answer.

Purely personal.

Jovana, please, the judge is waiting for you.

I'll be right back.

- Hi, honey, how are you? - Judge Nizetitch.

- I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long. - Not at all.

Here. There's a green card for Nino.

I had to pull some strings.

Come on, Nick. Escalante's waiting.

He wants to give me a token of his government's friendship.

What?

A gun.

He's Mexican. What can I tell you?

You wanted someone to ID Carlos. I've got him for you.

I have worked with Escalante for eight years.

He doesn't get involved with an operation unless he can bring it off.

Don't mess with him.

You can mess with her anytime.

Think it was an accident Nino was arrested for drunk driving?

Frescia had the police waiting for him every night.

But why?

He figured you knew more about Mac than you did,

and he was going to use Nino to find out what you knew.

How'd the judge get involved?

He was the federal judge Frescia went to for the deportation order.

I pointed out to the judge he was about to deport

his fettucini verde, his ossobuco, and his rigatoni quattro formaggi.

Our informants assure us that Carlos will contact McKussic

before he goes anywhere else to conclude his business.

Why would he risk going to McKussic's house?

Well, he hardly expects me to be there to identify him, Mr. Maguire.

After all, beaches are a crowded friendly place, aren't they?

People don't wear much in the way of clothing.

And guns and surveillance equipment are that much more difficult to hide.

Uh, Mr. McKussic thinks about such things,

which brings me to the point.

A group of Mexicans patrolling the strand will look conspicuous.

I would suggest your people patrol the beach

and keep a wide perimeter with some sort of, uh... frozen surveillance for us.

Where do you wanna be?

There's a lot on the highlands above his home.

But I'm told Mr. McKussic has a boat stored on this lot.

That could prove, uh... awkward.

That can be handled.

How?

With a phone call.

Don't you have to get back to your party?

In a minute.

Excuse me. Is there something wrong?

You were asking me about Mr. McKussic. What did you wanna know?

I was asking about you, Jo Ann. I wanted to know why you saw him.

I thought he owed me an explanation.

- Did you get it? - Oh, yeah.

Would you like to hear it?

I'm not sure.

Mr. McKussic, it seems, has been engaged in his business

for purely romantic reasons.

While you, it seems, have been engaged in romance

for purely business reasons.

I'm not sure I understand that.

- A little vague for you? - A little.

Then let me spell it out.

You wanna fuck your friend? Fuck him, not me!

How you doing? I gotta go to work, OK?

- See you. - Well, is everything OK?

Yeah, yeah. I'll only be irrigating half the county before this is all over.

So, who's gonna sit me?

Ah, Ann Marie. She's downstairs. You'll like her. She's very good.

You ever date her?

Well, no. I don't date the sitters.

- Why couldn't Jo Ann baby-sit me? - Who?

Jo Ann Vallenari.

How do you know her name?

Well, she promised to make me angel hair spaghetti.

Well, I wouldn't count on that now, Cody. I...

She's a very busy girl.

Well, doesn't she like you, Dad?

Well, gee, I... We never really got around to that.

Uh, bye.

Well, how come she doesn't like you, Dad?

I didn't say she didn't like me.

I mean, I don't know what she likes and what she doesn't like.

I don't know if she likes a goddamn thing.

You know, there're some people in life who don't like very much of anything.

They just have nice manners and live, you know. I...

Cody, take your shoes off the bed.

What are you doing?

I got a ticket. Noise abatement ordinance.

Not allowed to do any work on machinery with the neighbors.

Haven't worked on this thing in a month.

Anyway, I better move it or they will.

I ran into Rudi Samudio's customers.

They're desperate for product.

Not as desperate as Rudi. He's doing 100 years.

They'll go up to half a million in advance.

Greg, I couldn't help you if I wanted to, and I don't want to.

OK, OK.

But you gotta know where something is.

Even if it's bad shit.

I mean, Mac, half a million bucks!

Greg, I thought we agreed that, you know,

you weren't gonna hit me with this kind of stuff anymore.

So, why do you keep talking?

I just had a feeling that you were gonna change your mind.

Yeah.

Look, Greg, enough of this shit! Huh?

I got to stick this thing in the water. See if it floats.

- What can I do for you, Jovana? - I'm OK.

You know, you don't have to be here today yet.

Oh, no, I'm fine. Thanks.

Why don't you go home and rest and come back tonight.

No, I'm fine.

It's OK.

I didn't know you.

I didn't know your relationship with Mac.

I only knew he was hiding something.

It turned out to be his feelings.

But you're so smooth

I figured you were hiding something, too.

How could you tell?

You lie to me about Mac. You lie to Mac about me.

You lie to the judge about everybody.

Sooner or later you have to lose sight of the facts, don't you?

No.

No, you don't lose sight of the facts, not unless you're nuts.

You just...

You lose sight of your feelings.

Mac knows how he feels.

He's crazy about you, and he doesn't wanna get caught.

For a crook, it's crystal clear.

On the other hand, for a cop, it's confusing.

Mac's my friend, and I like him.

Maguire's my associate, and I hate him.

I probably have to bust my friend if I'm gonna do my job,

and I hate that, but I hate drug dealers,

and somebody's gotta get rid of Carlos.

How do I do that?

With my powers of deduction, I walk into your restaurant,

take one look at you and realize

no matter how good the food is, Mac's not here to eat.

He's in love.

Then I have to wonder if you're not as good about concealing your feelings

as you are at taking care of your customers.

I know you're not in the drug business,

but may you've got guilty knowledge that can help me do my job.

So, I checked you out.

You've had, as near as I can tell, three affairs in the last seven years.

One with a lifeguard who was more a high school buddy than anything else,

the other a painter from Venice who did some frescoes for your restaurant,

and the third a married man where you broke off the relationship almost immediately.

See, you're, you're not exactly wild and crazy in this area,

so I figured if you're willing to get involved with me,

you're probably not involved with Mac.

But given his interest in you,

you're as likely to find out what's going on in his life as anybody.

And what I didn't figure is that you're not like me.

You're honest and kind and principled.

And I trust you.

Suddenly, I'm...

...ashamed.

You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,

and I'm nuts about you.

Now I've only got one question, and it's not about Mac.

I don't wanna know what you know about Mac.

Man, I just want to see you tonight.

Will you?

See me?

So, what else do you know about me, Nick?

Hmm?

Oh, God, didn't somebody turn the machine on?

No, somebody didn't, because I'm supposed to do it.

Vallenari's, good morning.

Uh, no, I do too know who it is.

How did you get my number?

I'm really surprised you'd be left alone all morning without any supervision.

I don't believe you.

OK. Well, I'll see what I can do.

Um, I'll be over as soon as I can.

OK?

OK.

Bye.

- So, do you think there's a chance? - Of what?

Of seeing you tonight.

Let's play it by ear.

Call me later.

OK.

'I'm Jim Ladd, and we're continuing

'with the full spectrum rock and roll on KMPC-FM.

'Beautiful Southern California day.

'I'll tell you, that song was made for girl-watching, wasn't it?

'Just, uh... the fantasies come just by hearing the lyrics.

'Uh, looks like the low clouds and haze...'

Female Caucasian, late twenties, fair hair, medium height.

No makeup. No visible jewelry.

'What's she doing?'

Right now, she's taking some clothes out of the car.

Obviously, she's going back to the house.

'Earlier, she was cooking spaghetti.'

Fancy dish, cooking spaghetti.

- 'How about that call, Hal?' - 'Uh, it's OK.

'Our guy is set, he's dropping off the half million at McKussic's.

'Carlos is gonna pick it up there tonight.'

'What about McKussic?'

'Uh, yeah, could you hold on a second?'

- Where you going? - Carlos is due at McKussic's.

Not till 12:30.

Jo Ann Vallenari is not an informant, Hal. I don't want her mistaken for one.

Forget it.

She let herself in, she can let herself out.

I just left half a million dollars with somebody at the Wayfarers Chapel.

It was not for religious purposes.

I'm telling you, Nick, if...

if you call her, you go anywhere near Mac's, I'll have you shot.

You hear me?

You mean arrested, don't you, Hal?

'I'm sorry, Xavier, uh, what were you saying?'

'What about McKussic? Where is he going to be?'

'Well, we're not sure. He hasn't been very cooperative.

'But it's no problem.

'Our guy has made contact with Carlos directly.'

How long have you been here?

How long have you been here?

Mind if we discuss this somewhere else?

After I got here dealing with the fact that you left him alone,

Cody admitted to me he dismissed the baby sitter to get me over here.

I didn't know when you were coming back,

so I finally called his mother to pick him up.

Well, how did he know where to reach you?

- He called the restaurant. - He called the restaurant?

Yes, he called the restaurant.

Would you care for a glass of wine? It's not a bad Chardonnay.

Where did he get the number?

Your bed stand.

I'm late for work.

When was the last time you saw Nick Frescia?

This morning.

Oh, I didn't realize you were open for breakfast.

- When are you gonna see him again? - I can't answer that.

That's right, you don't talk about your customers, do you?

Especially not after I've slept with them.

If you wanna know anything more about Nick, you'll have to talk to him.

And he'll tell me to talk to you. Thanks for the bullshit, Slick.

- Did you call me "Slick"? - I'll say.

OK.

- Ask me anything. - Ask you anything?

Anything. Whatever you wanna know about me.

- OK. - Anything at all, Mr. McKussic.

Hey, listen, would you mind not calling me Mr. McKussic?

I'll call you anything you want,

but contrary to what everyone seems to think about me,

I'm not real good at undercover work. I don't know your first name.

It's Dale. But don't call me that either.

Then don't call me Slick.

'Alpha, Beta, Charlie teams,

'we need a 10-20 at Western and P.C.H.

'Equipment van is waiting.'

It's called leaky pipe irrigation.

Uh, trade name's Hydro-pore.

- Hmm! - Yeah, it's made from old vulcanized tires.

You stick it about 14 inches under the soil, and it kinda just sweats out the water.

I got an order last week for 50,000 feet from a lemon grower in Encinitas.

I didn't think there were any citrus growers left in California.

You said she was leaving.

'She was.'

Well, what's the delay?

'They're watering the lawn.'

They're watering the lawn.

So, what do you think?

I think... you're a legitimate businessman.

Yeah, well, I hope so. If it doesn't work, I'm a crook forever.

Why haven't you gotten out of that other before?

Well, it's a lot tougher to quit than you think.

Just say no.

Nobody wants me to quit.

You know?

"Don't quit, don't get caught, stay on top long enough for us to knock you off."

I mean, that's the motto around here. Nobody wants me to quit.

The cops wanna bust me.

The Colombians want my connections, uh...

My wife, she wants my money.

Her lawyer agrees, and mine likes getting paid to argue with them.

Nobody wants me to quit.

I haven't even mentioned my customers here.

You know they don't want me to quit.

That is completely paranoid.

Hey, I'm just talkin' here, you know?

I'm not trying to convince you of a goddamn thing.

I may be paranoid, but then again...

...ain't nobody wants me to quit.

No, I... I'm sorry.

I... I was just joking.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Oh, come on, it didn't hurt that bad. I mean...

Just lookin' at you hurts more.

I thought you said she was leaving.

'Well, sir, it was a miscommunication. I'm sorry.'

Well, then, how much longer do you think she'll be?

I can't leave just yet.

My clothes are still in the dryer.

OK.

Jesus, God. Get out of there!

'Victor, Tango, Whiskey, 1-5-6.'

Look, I believe you that you're out of that other business.

And...

What's that?

Oh, um, nothing. It's just my service.

I better call.

- Right now? - Yeah.

I'll be right back. I love you.

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you nuts? They're covering me like a blanket out there!

Didn't I tell you to call first?

Oh, Jesus! Not only that, you scared the shit out of me!

Get away, man, this is not funny. I'm wearing a fucking towel.

You know who is in charge of all that surveillance out there?

The United States Government and the Federal Republic of Mexico

have me watching you waiting for me to show up.

Which reminds me...

I talk into the wrong one of these, buddy,

and it cost us 50 years apiece.

Yeah?

Roger and out.

I told you, buddy.

I told you on the phone. I take care of everything.

'I have been instructed to tell you that Carlos has entered McKussic's house.'

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...

But you, Mac, I trust with my life.

You keep me waiting all goddamn night

without showing the slightest sign of being worried about me.

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

Forget it. You had your hands full. I could see that.

What's more, you fuck like a world champion.

Four fucking hours!

Those cops out there are terrified their wives are gonna hear about this.

I got starved just watching you.

She can cook, too, this girl.

Believe me, if she's willing to take out the garbage, marry her.

Trust me, buddy.

Man, do you think this is the best idea right now?

Come on, buddy.

When's the next time we'll get a chance to play?

In jail.

What's going on with you and Lindroff?

I don't want my cousin involved in anything.

I realize it must've...

Yeah?

I'll take care of it.

Hello?

Who?

- You've got company. - Company?

It's for you.

You've got to be out of here in less than twenty minutes, for Christ's sakes.

We're never gonna finish the game!

Um, Vittorio's wife called. He had to go home.

I've got to go close up.

What are you doing here?

There's nothing wrong with Vittorio's wife.

I had Arturo call you.

Jo Ann, listen to me.

Mac is gonna get busted tonight.

There's an informant making sure of that.

Because of what's been going on, your behavior could be misconstrued.

- Misconstrued... - You are in the wrong place at the wrong time!

And that could get you hurt. Give me your purse.

I want you to, uh... go inside and lock the door.

Detective Torres will be here in a few minutes.

He'll take care of you until this is all over.

There. That's ready to fire.

All you really care about is arresting Mac.

Get inside.

Hey, don't smoke. I got some kind of leak in the fuel line.

- Well, everything's set. - Not quite. Carlos is still at your house.

Wait a minute. Now I recognize you.

From the restaurant with Lieutenant Frescia.

Jo Ann Vallenari.

- Where is Mr. McKussic? Could you tell me? - I recognize this, too.

You gotta watch out for her.

- Is that right? - Oh, yeah.

She's friendly with a cop that knows Mac.

Where is Mac, by the way?

You think she could be dangerous?

Be some sort of informant?

I do.

Mac's nuts about her. He wouldn't see it.

That's terrible.

Have you mentioned this to him?

Oh, yeah!

I do what I can for Mac.

Well, it's all here.

Yes, it is.

Speaking of information,

you were busted by the Drug Enforcement Agency four months ago.

You didn't happen to mention that to Mac, did you?

No, I didn't think so.

What a shame.

When you're in trouble, people need to talk to somebody,

and if it's not their friends, it's usually your enemies.

Federal narcotics number 7-2-4-4.

'Maguire claims he's the only one that has contact with Mac's cousin?'

Yeah, why?

'Well, at 7 o'clock tonight, we spotted a couple of Escalante's men with Mac's cousin.'

- Near the Wayfarers Chapel? - 'Right.'

Jesus.

He's got some interesting holes in him.

He went down, what can I tell you?

For only getting hit once or twice,

he sure got him in the best spots, wouldn't you say?

Alright, who fired their gun?

Everybody to the edge of the pier.

Let's go, let's have a show of hands.

Come on, people, hands in the air!

Well, how the fuck did this guy get dead?

Escalante's men got here ahead of us.

That's when there was gunfire.

This stinks.

It's gas fumes. So what?

You know, I've been hearing for months now

how Carlos was real upset because he shipped cocaine on a tanker

where it got soaked in gasoline, and he couldn't sell it.

- What is this? - Yeah.

Twelve-hundred kilos exactly.

I think you just paid half a million for it, Hal.

You're full of shit, Frescia.

Carlos wouldn't go to all that trouble for half...

Half a million dollars? Probably not.

But who knows what he's really up to, huh?

I mean, your snitch isn't gonna tell us.

Where's Escalante?

I don't know.

He said something about going back to his boat.

His boat?

He sailed up here from Ensenada.

Said he wanted to go fishing for albacore on the way home.

Gone fishin'?

Yeah. What is wrong with that?

Escalante is Carlos, you miserable shit.

She works hard at a fashionable restaurant

but never takes the time to enjoy a good meal.

She starts taking the time.

She enjoys it.

She goes from one customer to another...

...from your friend Nick Frescia to his friend Dale McKussic to... who knows?

I'm sure the girl has friends of her own.

The point is, she's discarded her traditional values.

She's lost.

Then she uses cocaine, for Christ's sake.

Naturally, she dies.

It's an American tragedy.

Don't worry, buddy, I won't kill her unless you approve.

And if I don't approve?

Then we talk until you do.

Come on, buddy, when was the last time we smoked some really good shit, huh?

Come on.

Life is serious enough.

God!

Where is she?

I should be the one calling you for help.

It's been rowdy as hell down here tonight.

- What's up? - We've gotta find a boat, Woody.

Probably out of Ensenada. Put in for mooring within the last five days.

You want me to call every harbor master between here and Mexico?

- Yeah. - 'Lt. Frescia? Torres at Vallenari's.

'She's not here, Nick.'

Check McKussic's, and get back to me right away.

Yeah, this is Woody Trainer, Tower 12.

Why would I do something like that?

What for? What would I gain?

Believe me, Jo Ann, we've been sitting here

doing nothing but asking ourselves that same question.

I haven't seen any matador stand his ground in front of the horns like that since Abruza.

He's a pussy.

He's the finest matador in Mexico.

He's a pussy, man.

Why is that, buddy?

Oh, I don't know why, um, I mean, look at him.

I mean, look at the matador, man. What does he fucking do?

He dresses up in his little... spangles

and puts on his fucking sequined jacket

and wraps that sash around his waist

and then puts on his little pink stockings

and his hair up in a little pigtail.

I mean, that's a pussy.

Agh. Whoa.

I mean, that's what a bullfight is.

It's saying he's a pussy.

And we're the... we're the bull.

I mean, they got that thing, and they wave it like a red flag.

What do we do? We charge that sucker!

And so they always got the edge, 'cause they always know what we're gonna do.

We are fuckin' predictable, man, and they're just gonna stick it in

and break it off, and that's it.

There's not a fucking thing you could say.

Bravo, buddy!

So, what are we gonna do about it?

What are we gonna do about it? Well, you die.

You fucking die. That's what you do.

Wait, wait, wait, I've seen him this way.

He's very serious.

Are you coming with me, or are you gonna stick around here?

This is a tragic fucking mistake, buddy.

She'll testify, and she'll get us all.

She's the only one who can.

What are you gonna do about that?

What about your boy, your family, your friends?

- What are you gonna do? - Get in the boat.

I urge you to reconsider.

Meet me at Pier 17.

Stay up on channel 12. I'll tell you when.

Son of a bitch.

Could you go down below and get me a flashlight?

I think there's one near the companionway.

- Mac? - Can you do that right now, please?

We haven't got all night here.

How about that light?

Could you turn it on?

Here. Just, right... Could you hold it, please?

Right, just there.

That's an awful lot of money.

Shit.

Fifteen million dollars.

- It's an awful lot of money. - Yeah, well...

Money makes people predictable, at least.

They're never gonna be reliable.

I guess there's nothing Nick doesn't know about me, now...

I didn't talk about you.

- Forget it. - I don't want to forget it.

I don't care what you want.

As soon as I drop you off, you better take a long vacation

to Fiji Islands or Bora Bora 'cause you're never gonna live to testify.

- I was never going to testify. - You're telling me. Could you hold the light?

Mac, I'd die before I'd hurt you.

Well, that was being arranged.

If you believe what Carlos said about me, why didn't you let him kill me?

Why did you do what you did?

Could you hold the light, please?

Could... Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Mac. - Ugh.

Mac, I love you.

You got to stop talking, you know?

I got to fix this boat or somebody will get killed.

Let me put it to you like this: Shut up, or I'll smack you. Now hold the light.

- I love you! - Argh! Damn it!

Mac, I love you.

Don't say that again.

I love you.

I love you.

I tell you right now, Nick,

if we find McKussic anywhere near Escalante,

I'm gonna put him away for 25 years.

That's not what we agreed on, Hal, you're reneging on a deal.

You are a lying no-good cocksucker and a four-flushing son of a bitch.

- But no matter. - Hang on a sec.

You didn't tell me Mac was involved.

What difference does that make?

- Mac's a friend. - He's a drug smuggler.

What do you mean, Frescia?

Let's see.

You've lost half a million dollars,

confiscated a ton of useless coke,

and been responsible for the murder of a federal informant,

and that... that's just tonight.

That's all bullshit, Frescia, and you know it.

Well, have you thought about this?

Mac can identify Escalante as Carlos

and prove that you've been partners with the biggest drug dealer in Mexico

for the past eight years, whether you knew it or not.

And when you put Mac away, he puts you away.

Any luck, Woody?

Yeah, see you.

I got to go post warning signs.

- Can, uh, you give me a hand? - Yeah, sure.

Oh, it's gonna make for messy headlines, Hal.

At least the CIA does it on purpose.

- When will I see you? - Well...

How about dinner?

What time do you want your reservation?

Seven thirty?

I'll put it down.

Anything else I can do?

Marry me.

Let's go.

Let's do it now.

Hey, Woody.

- Nick, thanks for showing up, uh... - How'd you two get here?

Boat. Could you excuse us?

Did, uh, Woody have any trouble getting hold of you?

No, none at all.

Nick, I need you to look after her for a while.

Either you tell me where Carlos is right now,

or you become an accessory to your cousin's murder.

- Nick, don't... Look... - Mac, you're under arrest.

I hate to pull a gun on you, but that's the way it is.

Oh, well, at this point, that's nothing new.

I mean, here's another gun you pulled.

Well, I don't believe you'll use that.

Yeah, I know how you feel, Nick.

I don't get it. I mean, you're not this stupid, Mac.

I caught you. You can't pretend you're not caught.

And what are you gonna do, spend the your rest of life in Mexico?

You can't hide there, either.

- You got one chance, buddy. Turn yourself in. - What for?

- What for? - Yeah, what for?

Man, I told you I had an accounting problem in the restaurant.

I've been holding on to money for someone, and he's here to pick it up.

I mean, it's his money.

I want to get this straight. You'd kill me over drug money?

Well, it's a lot of money.

What's it gonna be, Nick?

Man, I can't believe this.

I really can't believe this.

I can't believe what you've done with your fucking life!

I can't believe what you've done with your life.

You figure you can do and say anything you want, just like Carlos.

You try to fuck her, he tries to kill her.

Woody's the only one of us who's worth anything.

He's got a decent job.

I'll be back in an hour, and you can lock me up.

Hey. Hey!

Oh, shit.

You lied to me.

You wouldn't shoot me over money.

Jo Ann, you gotta tell me where Mac's gone.

Why should I?

He's going to try to kill Carlos because Carlos is trying to kill you.

Ensenada, this is Little Red. I'm approaching Pier 17.

Ensenada, this is Little Red. I'm approaching Pier 17. Over.

'Forecast for coastal valley areas including Los Angeles.'

'There'll be some heavy fog and low clouds along the south coast

'late tonight and into Wednesday.'

You son of a bitch!

How could you do this?

Friendship is the only choice in life you can make that's yours!

You can't choose your family!

Goddamnit, I've had to face that!

And no man should be judged for whatever direction his dick goes!

That's like blaming a compass for pointing north, for Christ's sake!

Friendship is all we have.

We chose each other!

How could you fuck it up?

How could you make us look so bad?

Welcome aboard, uh...

Here. Careful, it's loaded.

Keep it as a souvenir. You're gonna spend the rest of your life in jail.

And I'm not gonna be there to take care of you.

I'll be in a Mexican jail.

She's never gonna testify.

How can you say that, goddamn you?

Not against her husband.

And if she can't testify against me, she can't testify against you.

- She's gonna marry you? She said that? - Yeah.

Oh, no! No! No-ho-ho!

Under the circumstances, she would have said anything!

She would have fucked a snake!

Come on now, be serious!

I am serious.

Uh, don't you even want to check the... You know?

Don't you wanna check below?

When it comes to money, buddy, I trust you.

So, how are we gonna do this?

Well, I...

I don't feel like unloading $15 million. What do you say we just swap boats?

That's not exactly fair. This is a real nice boat.

To hell with it.

So this is it, huh?

I hope she's worth it.

And I hope she keeps her mouth shut. That's all I can say.

Get out of here.

No, don't. Hold it.

I got that thing rigged to blow sky high.

Oh, God. I'm sorry, man.

I hated like hell having to do that, but I didn't want her hurt.

- You mind undoing it? - Sure.

Well, look at it this way.

If you tried anything, we both would have gone.

You love her that much?

Well, uh...

Yeah.

When I first heard that, I thought you had rigged the butane stove.

Well, I thought of that. Uh, yeah, butane stove.

But no, that's... that's a little too hard to control.

No, the ignition system is best.

- You knew? - I know you, buddy.

Yeah, well, could you hand me the...

Shit.

Oh, Jesus Christ, look at that.

- You shot me. - So what? You shot me.

- Look at that! Look at my stomach! - You went too far, goddamnit!

Because you're my friend, that means you get to kill anybody you want?

- I mean, what the fuck is that? - Will you stop talking? It's making me sick.

Jesus, that looks bad, don't it?

That's what I've been telling you, for Christ's sake.

Oh, shit! Now I got to get you a fucking doctor.

No, wait, wait. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move.

Wait a minute.

I feel seasick.

I think it's time for both of us to quit.

I know.

I've seen it coming for some time.

Cocaine is no goddamn good for anybody.

The future...

The future is grass.

Grass, buddy!

I got 60 ton of Thai stick coming in.

It's on the way.

Oh, no.

Don't do this, goddamnit! Don't do this.

Goddamnit.

Oh, fuck.

Freeze! I said freeze!

I'm unarmed! Don't shoot! I'm unarmed.

- Sure. - I'm turning myself in!

Sure, go ahead!

Damnit! Stay still!

What the fuck are you doing, Maguire?

Hey!

He's turning himself in!

Let it go, Hal!

Mac!

'Jo Ann? Nick.

'Before you open for dinner, can you meet me down by Tower 12?'

'Can I have your attention, please?

'We have a strong riptide in this immediate area,

'and all lifeguards will be off duty soon.

'For your own safety, please stay out of the water.'

How's our friend?

- Fine. - 'Fine?'

Aside from a concussion and powder burns

and being generally pissed off, yeah.

- Did my name come up? - 'Repeatedly.'

Yeah, well, they're probably talking about me right now.

♪ Is it that we've been together much too long?

♪ The answer may not be in black and white

♪ We're always trying to prove who's right or wrong

♪ And now we're giving up without a fight

♪ But I know when you're gone

♪ I'll wish I'd held on

♪ So, baby, surrender to me

♪ Surrender

♪ There'll be no holding back now

♪ So, baby, surrender to me

- ♪ Tonight - ♪ Tonight

♪ I don't want our love to cause you so much pain

- ♪ If this is how it's gonna be, I'll walk away - ♪ Baby

♪ No one of us should ever say goodbye

♪ Let's forget about the past and who's to blame

♪ 'Cause when this is all gone

♪ We'll wish we'd held on

♪ So, baby, surrender to me

♪ Surrender

♪ There'll be no holding back now

♪ So, baby, surrender to me

- ♪ Tonight - ♪ Tonight

♪ How could this love be in danger?

♪ That used to be so good, so right

♪ To think that fate could make us strangers

♪ Has thrown me in your arms

♪ Tonight

♪ Woah-oh yeah, yeah

♪ Alright

♪ Na-na-na

♪ So, baby, surrender to me

♪ Surrender

♪ There'll be no holding back now

♪ Now

♪ So, baby, surrender to me

- ♪ Tonight - ♪ Tonight

- ♪ Surrender - ♪ Baby

♪ Surrender

♪ Surrender ♪