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- Hey, watch it, buddy!

Some people, huh?

Another foot and--

- This must be our lucky day.

- Must be.

I broke my shoe. I--

- Ah, geez!

Yes! Yes!

Whoa!

What the hell's this?

- It's good, healthy food.

- I like eggs for breakfast, okay?

High calorie foods. Eggs and bacon.

- Well, you've been looking a little run down lately

and I thought you could use the vitamins.

- Did you talk to your broker?

- I'm not giving you the money, Larry.

- It's not a gift. It's a loan.

- Don't yell at me.

Business is business and my money is my money.

It's too risky.

- You woulda loaned it to me ten years ago.

- Yeah well, ten years ago you would'nt've asked me.

- I can't even get it on the fork.

- Hey!

- You've watched enough stuff. Get your coats

or you'll miss your bus.

- Hey guys, have a good day at school.

- Here you go. Lunch boxes?

- Bye.

Bye.

- Thanks, Mark.

You look a little tired.

Couldn't sleep again last night?

- Yeah, my back's been bugging me, that's all.

- Can I help?

- That's okay.

- I don't know why you're bothering.

I never felt better.

- Sounds like a god damn drum solo.

Yeah, yeah, well it's normal, okay?

I got a type-A personality.

- Keyman insurance is serious business, Larry.

Yeah. - I think he's trying to tell you

he's worried about you, Larry.

Yeah, I can't sleep at night.

Point is, if something should happen to you

or Sean... Yeah, I know. I know.

The payout would be obscene.

The point is, doc, is anything happened

to me or Sean, this company would make

a lot of money.

Money, now there's an interesting concept.

I want you to come in to the clinic.

I'd like to run a few tests.

- Too busy.

Look, doc...

Don't worry about me, I'm invincible.

- I never worry about my patients, Larry.

Especially you.

I'll send the policies around to your office.

- Thanks for the house call.

Jerk.

Louise, fire me up a bromo!

- You know, Larry, I got hooked up with you

because you said this was a great business.

Unlimited potential.

Real estate, you said.

It's the only sure thing for the '90s.

- Uh huh, and I got hooked up with you

because you said you had money, okay?

- I fixed the meeting.

Mr. Nash will be here Wednesday at three.

What? I don't want him here Wednesday at three.

I thought we said we were gonna push that up?

Thank you, Louise. Go, go.

- Larry, we this close to having the banks

call in our loans.

We have to meet with him.

- Okay. We'll meet him.

We'll lie.

Sean, where we going for lunch?

- Sorry, can't. Have an appointment.

You've been going to that same damn shrink

three times a week for the last year

and you haven't changed.

That should tell you something.

- I like the conversation.

Beth...

You know how my tie got in the toilet?

- Larry called, he forgot his briefcase.

He wants you to bring it in.

- You're a bitch.

- So he tells me.

- Yeah well, even Larry's right sometimes.

- I take it you don't want me to leave him for you then?

- He'd kill me.

Shit.

Ninety bucks and gets stuck in the toilet.

It's nice to see you again, Mr. Nash.

- Nice to see you.

- Mr. Moore and Mr. Mathieson

will be with you shortly. - Thanks.

- How have you been?

- Been fine. You? - Good.

- Conrad, glad you could come.

- Hi, Larry.

- Let me take your coat, Conrad.

- Thank you. - Would anybody like coffee?

Yeah, I'd love one. Thanks. - No, thanks.

- No thanks, Louise.

- Well, Conrad, why don't we

skip the small talk and cut to the chase.

We have an offer here--

- Shhh.

No screaming, not yet.

Not yet.

- I thought I took your key away.

- You did.

Then you gave it back.

- I said I'd call you.

- You never do.

- You were never home.

- Can you blame me?

- What you got in the bag, big guy?

- Wouldn't you like to know?

- Nash, you can't pull out on us now!

Son of a bitch, why didn't you

keep your mouth shut?

I had him.

- Gimme a break.

You weren't making any sense.

- It wasn't supposed to make sense.

I was stalling.

After all, we need time.

- He wasn't buying, I could tell.

My expansion proposal was our last chance.

- Your proposal?

- Larry...

Why don't we just take him up on his offer

to buy us out?

- Never.

As in, not on your life.

- Fine.

- Take this out on your way?

- Yeah, sorry about the mess.

- When are you gonna get rid of those toys?

- When I, uh--

when I grow up.

- You'll never grow up.

That's why I married Larry.

- You married Larry...

Because I didn't ask ya.

- Well, maybe I would've said no.

- Yeah, right.

- You're a smug son of a bitch, aren't you?

- I know.

- Bye.

- Later, Beth.

- Mr. Moore, how ya doing?

How you feeling? You feeling okay? - Could be worse.

- Yeah, it could always be worse.

That's for sure.

- Yeah, what's with the small talk?

Come on, come on.

- Okay.

- There's no coke. Where's my coke?

- Yeah, I know, I couldn't--

I can get you some speed though.

That's no problem.

- Forget it.

- Alright. You owe me four.

- Yeah.

- Okay, pleasure doing business with ya.

- Now look.

I need, uh, something.

I need someone to do something for me.

- Yeah, you and me both. That's for sure.

- It's a delicate job and, uh,

it's the sort of--

- Where did that thing go? Here it is.

Go ahead, you can tell me.

What, are you gonna think you're gonna

shock me or something?

- I need to have someone killed.

- You know what, you scare me sometimes, Larry.

You're a little out of control. You know,

maybe you should back off on that shit.

Not use so much.

- Well, can you help me?

- You want someone killed? Who?

- What do you care who?

- It's gonna cost ya.

- How much?

- I don't know. I got a friend,

he knows someone...

- I want to meet this guy.

- You don't want to meet this guy, trust me.

Better off you don't know him, he doesn't know you.

Everyone's protected.

I'll take care of it. - When?

- I don't know. He'll call ya.

- When?

- He'll call ya, when he feels like it.

Say hi to your wife.

Kid

- Hey, hey, hey, come on, you guys.

Take it outside.

- Wait a second, where did you get the guns?

- From me.

- Take 'em downstairs, guys.

I'd rather they didn't play with guns, Mark.

- Okay. I'm sorry.

Hello?

Hang on.

I'll take this upstairs.

Okay, Joanne.

So...

I don't know.

I've been thinking about taking a break.

Look, I appreciate the business.

It's just--

well, I don't know.

The last one kind of spooked me.

- Lucky day, my ass!

- Hey, guys.

Take a look at this.

So what do you think?

- Wow!

Can we take 'em to hockey practice? - Sure, you can.

- They're great. Come on, guys, in the car.

We're gonna be late.

They're terrific, thanks.

- So what you like for supper?

- Uh, just order some pizza.

We'll be home around five.

- Take it easy, guys.

Bye.

- You're screwing around on me, aren't you?

- How's your trout?

- Who is it? Answer me!

- Why are you doing this, Larry?

Is it because I won't give you the money?

- Yeah?

Uh-huh.

Oh. I've been expecting your call.

Look, um...

Yeah.

What?

Sixty grand?!

Are you out of your mind?

Yeah. Uh-huh. Okay. Right. Bye.

- Who was that?

- Nothing, just business.

Mark, what are you doing up there?

- I'm coming.

Don't look at me like that.

What?

Look...

I shot you, alright?

It happened.

Can't you just pretend you fell under a bus or something

and leave me alone?

- Oh, I can't do that.

What would we have to talk about?

Mark, are you coming?

- Thanks.

- It's just how you like it.

- Louise?

- Yes, Mr. Moore.

- Book me a flight to Montreal tomorrow morning.

- Alright. - And, um...

My usual suite at the ritz.

- Okay.

- And make that two first class tickets.

- Is Mr. Mathieson going with you?

- No. I want you to come.

Just business, of course.

I hope you don't mind.

- Why would I mind?

- Good. Um--

when we get to Montreal,

I'd like you to get used to calling me Larry.

- I'll try and get used to it.

Larry.

Larry?

- Yeah?

Why are you going to Montreal?

- Money.

- Whose? - You'll find out soon enough.

- Come on, Larry, we're equal partners.

You can't keep me in the dark like this.

- You're right.

We should be totally honest with each other.

After all, you're not keeping anything from me,

are you?

- Absolutely not.

- Okay.

He's an old college buddy.

He's got some bucks.

- Alright, well, I want to be there.

- Sean, it's just a couple old pals getting together,

swapping stories.

Then maybe a little business.

You'd be in the way.

- I didn't even know you went to college.

- I did go to college.

- Oh, god dammit, Mitch!

You scared me half to death.

What if Larry had been with me?

- He would've had a fucking heart attack.

- Damn you, we agreed if we were gonna do this,

it was gonna be on my terms.

- Your terms have always been

anywhere, anytime.

- Yeah, what if Larry had been with me this time?

- Fuck Larry, you know.

- What?

- You know fucking Larry's trying to have somebody killed?

- Really? - Yeah.

I hope it's not you.

- Yeah, it's me. It's gotta be me.

He needs the money.

Oh god. - What do you want to do about it?

- So, ready for bed?

- Well, I--

I was going to do another couple of miles,

but, uh--

- But, uh--

But don't wear yourself out.

- Mark?

Mark, what's wrong?

Oh, Mark...

Let's go away together this weekend, just--

just the two of us without the kids.

- I have to go away myself for a couple of days.

Sorry, business.

Look, um...

Why don't you come with me?

We can leave the kids with your mom.

I'm sure I'll have a bit of spare time.

What do you say?

- I'd like that.

- What's with the stupid mask?

- I don't want anyone to recognize me.

- Think this is funny?

- Matter of fact, I do.

You sure you still want to go through with this?

- How will I know when it's done?

- Read the newspaper.

- He screws up, I'll kill him!

- Say hi to your wife.

- Hey, sweetheart.

You want to fool around?

- I've got to get this done.

- Oh, come on.

You always got to get something done.

How come we don't make it anymore?

- Larry, you're being unpleasant.

Why don't you go to sleep?

- Hey, not tired.

Busy making deals, celebrating.

- Piss off.

For Christ sake...

Yes?

- You entertaining or something?

- No, I'm alone.

- Listen, I talked to Larry. He's, uh...

He's definitely not after you, he's after Sean.

- Are you sure it's not me?

- No, no, no, relax.

He's definitely after Sean.

I got a photo and everything.

Besides, wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

You know that.

The problem is we don't know what he hell

he's gonna do next.

- I do.

Okay, bye.

- I want you to give me a call from Montreal.

I want to know how it's going.

- Yeah, I'll call you Friday.

You'll be home Friday night, right?

- Yeah, I got no plans.

- Good. Well, I hope I have great news.

- Me too.

- Oh, Mr. Mathieson.

- Louise...

- I put the files we'll need in my suitcase.

I'll get the limo organized.

We should leave in five minutes.

- Yeah. Great.

- Are you taking Louise?

- Yeah, well, uh, there's plenty of paperwork to do.

I mean, if the deal goes through,

she'll be busy. I'll need her.

- Yeah, good idea.

Have a fruitful trip.

- Bye, Sean.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Was it me?

- No. No, not at all.

It's me. It's--

it's nothing.

Nothing--nothing's working right.

- Just a little to the right.

Right there, good, good, good.

Do you and Larry...

Fuck in this bed?

- What do you think?

- I don't know why, but it bugs me.

- Do the other shoulder.

- You know...

Maybe it's not such a bad idea

to divorce Larry. - And what? Marry you?

- What's so funny?

- Have you been looking in my bank book again?

- This...

Has nothing to do with money.

- Oh boy.

- What is so god damn funny?

- Oh, you are a terrible liar.

I mean, you know that if it weren't for Larry

you wouldn't be sleeping with me at all.

- You're right.

- Nice. Too bad that's all it's good for.

- Do you mind?

- David cook never had a problem getting it up.

- Well, he does now.

- I suppose so.

So did you watch us in the office?

You must've.

Did it turn you on?

- Not really.

- Oh, come on.

Not just a little?

- I barely noticed you.

- Oh really?

Well, I've always admired a man with self control.

So what are you thinking about now?

Death?

Maybe it's just killing people that turns you on.

- What's going on? What are you doing?

- Look, Mark, your heart's not in this

and quite frankly, I'd rather be with the kids.

- Oh, come on, Joanne, I said I'm sorry.

- No.

- Look, I'll make it up to you.

- No.

It was a mistake for me to come.

- Hey, how you doing?

- What the fuck are you doing here?

I told you to call me on the phone.

- Yeah, I know, I just wanted to make sure

that you had this.

I took my cut already.

- I believe you.

- Yeah.

- So who's the lucky winner?

- Name is Sean Mathieson.

Just another asshole in a suit.

You're doing the world a favor.

- What's wrong?

Can't stop thinking about me?

- Believe me, I'm trying.

Joanne?

Oh...

It's you.

What do you want?

- Nervous?

- Hardly.

- So, if we'd met before all this happened...

Would you have wanted to fuck me?

Bet you would have.

Bet it crossed your mind.

I'm dead. You killed me, remember?

- Wrong floor.

- Where can I drop you?

- Uh, second, I believe.

- Second it is.

Second floor?

- I forgot my smokes in the car.

- Well, you can get the chocolate bar.

- Deja vu?

- Surprise.

Beth?

Larry, is that you?

Think you'll live?

- I'm trying.

Look out!

Dammit.

- Larry's got one in his desk.

You want me to get it?

- Yeah.

- Here.

- Never mind.

- What are you doing here anyway?

- I wanted to surprise you.

It's a good thing I came.

I don't even want to think about what would've happened

if I hadn't.

- Yeah.

Okay, what are we gonna do with him?

- Let the cops deal with it.

- It's easy for you to say, I killed him.

- Look, he was a thief or a rapist.

It was self defense.

- Larry'll find out about us.

Who knows what he'll do.

- Hey, no one has to know I was here.

- Oh, I think they do.

- Okay. Okay.

No cops.

Do you have a saw?

- I don't know.

I'll look.

- Beth, it was a joke.

- Very funny.

Sean? - Yeah?

- What's it gonna be? The dump or the river?

- I don't know. I figure we might as well

take him back to his motel room.

- Good idea.

- If he fits.

Alright, I'm gonna have to bend his legs up

while you get down there.

Wait, what do you know, they still bend.

- How am I gonna get his head in?

- Just hold on. - Help me lift him.

We'll flip him, let's flip him over.

- Alright.

- Go.

- You did bring the keys, didn't you?

- I'm looking.

Shit.

Help me!

- Mark, are you here?

Mark?

I don't think there's anybody here.

Sean, just open it.

- What do you think?

- I think we should get on with it.

Why don't you back the car in, I'm just gonna--

while I double check the place.

- Okay. Alright.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Okay, I'll get some towels.

- What for?

- Fingerprints.

- Shit.

What did I touch?

Light switch, night table.

- Okay.

- Hello.

- What is it?

- His wallet.

- Yeah, well, take it and let's go.

- That's why.

- I don't get it.

- He was a pro.

Don't you see?

Silencer on the gun, motel means

he's from out of town.

Beth...

Larry hired a fucking assassin to kill you.

- No. - Yeah.

He had your picture, Beth.

It's obvious Larry will do anything to get his hands

on your trust fund.

There's a window of opportunity here.

We have the killer.

What we need is the victim.

- Larry.

- Larry.

God rest his soul.

- He gets in at midnight.

You got a story?

- Have I got a story.

Larry screws him on a deal.

Alright, I'm sure I can find some paperwork

on it in the office.

Bozo here tries to even, but it gets messy.

He gets hurt, drops his ID...

And dies in his motel room.

Let's do this.

Come on, baby, let's do this.

Let's do this.

Let's do this.

Okay? This is gonna be great.

- Don't you think we should let the blood dry first?

- Okay.

- Come on, we gotta go.

- Come on, let's go. Come on.

- Okay.

- Mark. Mark?

- Dammit.

Yes!

- Oh, it's you.

Sorry about that, Mr. Mathieson.

I didn't think you work nights.

- Yeah, well, it's, uh...

It's a recession, you know,

twice the work, half the pay.

- I wouldn't know, I'm union.

- Thanks, Gus.

- Jesus...

Jesus...

Joanne...

What--what the hell happened?

- You tell me.

- Sean, you little shit.

I know it's not the greatest plan.

We have no choice.

He's dead anyway.

He's got a revolver.

Sean's gonna.

Yeah, okay. No, no.

Wait for me.

I don't know how long.

Just wait.

Don't worry, it'll work out fine.

Uh huh. Yeah.

Oh, that's what I want to hear.

Okay, bye.

- Who were you talking to?

- I hate that.

- Who were you talking to?

- The airport. I called about Larry's flight.

- And?

- Right on time.

- Great.

You got a bowl?

- Yeah.

This is what I found in Larry's pockets.

- Geez, it's amazing he lived this long.

You sure his flight's on time?

- Positive.

What do you think?

- I think it's perfect.

Red kinda suits you.

- Oh please, no more fucking lies.

I know everything.

- So why are you still here, Joanne?

- I don't want to be involved in this, Mark.

- You don't have to be involved.

- But you didn't give me much of a choice, did you?

- Look, I was gonna tell you the truth.

- Where did all the lies come from, Mark?

- Nothing's gonna happen to you and the kids, I promise.

- No, you're right.

Not my children. Not my family.

- She'll pay for the cab.

- Whatever, man.

- Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

My god...

Larry?

Larry?

Jesus.

What happened?

- It was a mistake.

He killed her.

- Who did?

- I don't know.

What are you doing here?

- I--I came to see you, business.

Uh, Moore.

97 bel air place, suite 10-05.

There's... a woman.

I--I think she's dead.

Yeah, please hurry.

- You killed her, didn't you?

- Don't be ridiculous.

Would I still be here calling the police?

Larry...

I loved her much more than you did.

Beth and I were having an affair.

- Oh, don't flatter yourself.

She was screwing you to piss me off.

- It really kills you to know that she loved me,

doesn't it?

I don't know what you mean.

Of course you don't.

So Larry, how's your buddy, the money man?

Oh, him. Great.

We're negotiating a big--

You're a worse fucking liar than I am.

- I am not. - Ask Beth.

- Wait a minute.

You came here...

You're supposed to be...

- Where?

At home?

Dead?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Come on, Larry.

What, are you gonna tell me the cleaning lady did it?

He missed, Larry.

Came up tails for Beth.

- Maybe that moron missed, but I'm not gonna.

- That won't work.

- Oh yeah, it will.

I'll just say that somebody broke into the house

and then--and Beth got a gun,

and then...

- I meant the gun.

Top you up?

Why don't you have a seat?

- Have a nice trip, dear?

- Beth?

- Watch the carpet.

Shit!

It's not gonna work, he threw it all up.

- Fucking slob.

Come on, let's go, Larry.

Come on. - What?

Christ.

Did you hear that?

- I didn't hear anything.

- Stay here.

Beth?

- Shut up.

So?

Told you there was nothing.

I gotta get the stains out of the carpet

before it sets.

- Does Larry use a straight razor?

- Electric, sorry.

- Got any scissors?

- On the shelf.

Things don't look too good, do they, Larry?

Not too hot for you, is it?

You're about to relax in the tub...

And the guy breaks in to confront you.

But you put up a bit of a struggle.

- Ow!

- Good.

Very good.

Very good.

Larry...

You know, I'm afraid Beth and I are gonna

have to sell the condo.

I don't think I'd enjoy living here very much after this.

Now...

In the struggle...

The guy...

Grabs the scissors...

And he slices your wrist.

He severs an artery.

Come on, Larry. Come on.

Come on, give me--

Come on. Give me your wrist.

You're not cooperating.

Look...

They say this is clean

and painless.

Well, what do you know, they were wrong about that.

Now all we need is a place to plant the wallet.

- Do you mind getting me some towels

from the closet, please?

- Anything for you, babe.

Get back.

Back.

Get on your knees.

- Beth.

- It's okay, Sean.

I don't think he wants me.

Why don't you close that door, Beth?

You don't want to wake up the whole neighborhood.

- Back off, Mitch.

- Jesus Christ, I thought you were dead.

- It's hard to tell sometimes.

Where's my fucking wallet?

- It's in my pocket.

- Yeah.

- Please, don't kill me.

Do it.

Do it.

- This is your lucky day.

- You can go home now, Mark.

You're out of the loop.

How 'bout that?

- Nice night.

I just...

I'm sorry, Catherine.

I know it's not worth much, but...

I'm sorry.

- So what happened?

- We got the wallet back.

The business was failing.

They were fighting all the time.

They loved each other like brothers.

Then when he...

When he killed Sean...

Larry just locked himself in the bathroom.

I didn't get a chance...

To talk to him.

Say goodbye.