All language subtitles for Terminal Exposure [1987]_EN

♪ Stand so straight ♪

♪ And on that final day ♪

♪ Hear the hear the silence
reign ♪

♪ But I could hear him say ♪

♪ It's an imperfect world ♪

♪ It's an imperfect world ♪

♪ It's an imperfect world ♪

- One, two,
three!

♪ Just two goes down ♪

♪ A young girl and her child is
home ♪

♪ Doesn't seem too bad ♪

♪ Been a year since their
father stopped home ♪

♪ Could've been a dancer ♪

- My friend
and partner, Bruce and I,

believe in going to the office
in style.

There's only one way to start
your day

in the City of Angels,

sharing a bottle of Moet
with your secretaries.

Encourages better employer,
employee relationships.

Sure, it's nice.

To some of us it seems like only
a dream.

- Lenny,
Lenny, Lenny!

Lenny, Lenny, Lenny!

Hey, Lenny!

- Huh, yeah?

- It's eight o'clock, Len, wake
up.

- Good morning, Mr.
Schlubinski.

- You're a nice kid, Lenny.

That's the only reason
I'm leaving you in charge

while I'm gone.

But if anything goes wrong,
read my lips, anything.

If anything gets screwed
up, read my lips, anything,

you're history, you got it?

- Got it, Mr. Schlubinski.

- No smoking.

- I don't smoke, Mr.
Schlubinski.

- No drinking.

- I don't drink, Mr.
Schlubinski.

- No drugs.

- Not me, Mr. Schlubinski.

- No fucking around.

- Have a nice trip, Mr.
Schlubinski.

♪ This is where I want to be ♪

♪ Playing hard and running free
♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ Just dive in ♪

♪ We can make a dream come true
♪

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue ♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ Everyday I catch a fantasy ♪

♪ Out on the boardwalk and the
sun ♪

♪ Moving in the crowd ♪

♪ Laughing right out loud ♪

♪ So exciting, feel
like one in a million ♪

♪ This is where I want to be ♪

♪ Playing hard and running free
♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ Just dive in ♪

♪ We can make a dream come true
♪

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue ♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ It's a perfect sky to
watch the world go by ♪

♪ Down on the ocean I drift away
♪

♪ Gonna live it up ♪

♪ Moving to the top ♪

♪ Just for a moment ♪

♪ I feel like one in a million ♪

♪ This is where I want to be ♪

♪ Playing hard and running free
♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ Just dive in ♪

♪ We can make a dream come true
♪

♪ Sailing on an ocean blue ♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ You know we're living down on
paradise ♪

♪ Don't think twice ♪

♪ Just dive in ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

- As you can
see,

Venice Beach isn't your
ordinary surfer's playground.

And while it looked like an
ordinary day,

it wouldn't turn out to be one.

Bruce and I were talking
shop with Fantastic,

part-time philosopher, full-time
beach wino, killing time.

- Mm, a white sale.

I wonder what that means?

- So you see why it's
important

for me to make some decisions in
my life.

What's really important to me,

getting famous or getting laid?

- Getting famous.

You ever see Burt Reynolds
complain he's back getting laid?

- Well, the problem is getting
famous

is a long-term proposition.

- Old Chinese Proverb say,

"When in doubt, go for the
quickie."

- You have no ambition.

- It's probably because
I'm the horniest person

ever to come out of
Walla Walla, Washington.

- Gentlemen, I think the sun
just came up.

She was a first class dame

doing a first class job on the
dope bar.

I didn't show much interest.

I know women.

Terminal, absolutely terminal.

I would like to immortalize you.

- Boy, you
sure are into $25 words.

- Hey, you go to college,

and you pay a lot of money
to learn those words.

Sublimate, procrastinate,
masticate,

anthropomorphic, Kaopectate.

If I don't use them,
I'll never break even.

- Good enough, I'm Christie.

- Leonard Hartigan.

- So what do your friends call
you?

- Well, I only have one friend
and he calls me asshole.

- Well, what shall I
call you?

- Well, you can call me ass,
Lenny's good.

- All right, Lenny it is.

- I would love to photograph
you.

- Well, I could use some new
eight by tens, fire away.

- Okay, hold it right
there.

- Hey, Fantastic.

- Yo, what it is?

- You wouldn't happen to know
any women

who put out without asking a
lot of questions, would ya?

- I know every ass on this
beach.

- Penny for your thoughts.

- Hey brother, man, haven't
you heard of inflation?

- How about a quarter?

- Right on.

- Jesus.

- There are two kinds
of women in this world,

the kind you wine and dine,

and then they kiss you
goodnight,

and the kind that spread
their legs for half the money.

- That's it?

- That's it.

- I want a refund.

♪ Tell me, tell me I'm a
dreaming ♪

♪ Oh, what can I see ♪

♪ Behind those eyes ♪

♪ Show me, show me what you're
feeling ♪

♪ And just let me see ♪

♪ Through your disguise ♪

♪ 'Cause if we let the
moment last the night away ♪

- You just melted my lens away.

♪ I'll pull you near ♪

- It's those lips, those eyes.

It's just a game of light,
shadows, and illusion.

It's the magic art chemistry
creates.

- I don't believe this
crap.

- Enter, Skip,

my low life brother by
coincidence.

- Hey Chris, what's a nice girl
like you

doing in a place like this?

- What the
hell are you doing here?

- Well, excuse me.

Hey, I almost live here,
right little brother?

- This is your little brother?

- I don't even know this guy.

- No reason to get upset, sweet
cakes.

Family always did believe
in sharing, you know?

- You assholes.

- Oh, this isn't what you think
it is.

Please, let's discuss this
in a civilized manner.

- Shit and I fell for it.

- Yeah, the game of light and
shadows.

My little brother gives that
line

to every broad that walks in
here.

- Hey, let's talk.

- He doesn't even bother
putting film in the camera.

You're lucky I walked in.

Couple more minutes, it
could've been too late.

- Wanna do lunch?

- Come on, smile.

You're not missing much.

Take my word for it.

- Your sense of timing is
incredible.

- Well, I'd rather have
bad timing than bad breath,

like some people I know.

Anyway, just need to borrow
some cash and I'm outta here.

52 bucks, that's it?

We're not doing too well, little
brother.

♪ It's all the magic our
chemistry creates, ow ♪

Ooh, ah, thank you, thank you,
thank you!

- I gotta get out of this town.

- Ah, good idea, but you're
broke.

Besides, you can't leave me
behind.

- Watch me.

- Oh, look at us, man.

We're just a couple of losers.

Hey, hey, speak for yourself.

I'm great, all right?

- I'm broke, I don't have a car.

Getting laid is tough,

and my brother treats me like a
sponge.

What does that make me?

- The average American teenager.

- I gotta make some fast
money then skip town.

- Did you say skip?

- Bad choice of words.

Oh, my.

- Let's shoot some asses.

Oh, I'm a tit man myself.

- Well, fine, fine,
we'll shoot tits and ass.

- Deal.

- Deal.

♪ And while I'm watching the
girls go by ♪

♪ Living it up in the sunny
weather ♪

- You know, we can make
a lot of money out of this.

- What do you mean?

- A photo collection.

The other side of America.

- Yeah, yeah, posters
even.

- No, you can't put
people's asses on posters

without their permission.

- Who's to know?

- Asses are like fingerprints.

- What are they gonna do?

They gonna pull their pants down
in court,

and let the jury decide, come
on.

- Be careful.

- I'm careful,
don't let them get away.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

- Now there is an
absolutely

terminal ass for a poster.

♪ Hey, there she goes just
a walking down the street ♪

♪ Singing do wah diddy
diddy dum diddy do, ooh ♪

- What's happening, punk?

- These guys was taking my
picture.

- Uh huh!

- They was making fun of me.

- Uh huh!

- Hey, listen, it's not what
it appears to be, gentlemen.

- Who you calling
gentlemen, mother fucker?

- We must leave you now.

- You get the hell outta here!

You chase my sister again,

I'll shove that camera up your
ass!

- Okay, mm hmm, okay.

- Here's the money.

- Here's the stuff, this is
always the best as usual.

- Okay, okay, cool.

- Shit, the cops!

- Get her.

- Wait a minute, we didn't do
anything!

- Oh God, oh, God, I can't
believe this.

- You have the right to remain
silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court
of law.

- Leonard Hartigan productions
presents,

dut dah dut dah dah,

"The Other Side of America".

"A Study in Assology".

First roller skates.

Down the street she goes, mm,
mm, mm.

- Ooh, what about this
one?

- That, my
dear friend, is a cello.

It's a musical ass.

- Oh, I see.

Any ass is music to my ears.

- Whoa!

- Jesus, I was wondering
if you got a shot of them.

- Telephoto, my friend,
is a marvelous invention.

Can't they play volleyball
like that ?

- Hope they didn't hurt
themselves.

Mm, Len, I gotta hand it to you.

You're an artist.

I mean really, a true artist.

- Thank you, thank you, thank
you.

Oh, this is nice.

This is very nice.

I lend you the camera.

I give you a chance.

You give me feet.

- This is art, Len.

This is real art.

- Uh huh, mm hmm, art.

- There's ah, there's
those French guys does this.

- French guys, yeah.

- Dead French guys.

- Dead French guys who
like feet.

- Ah, what's his name, ah,
Truffaut?

Truffaut did lots of stuff like
this.

- Oh, Truffaut, sure.

- You remember.

- He did a series of movies on
feet.

Hey, how ya doing, guys.

- Good thing you held me back,
man.

They were scared of me.

- Uh huh.

- I was gonna kill these guys.

- What the hell is this?

- This isn't one of mine.

You took this one, Lenny,
good job.

- Must've shot it when I fell.

- Hold it, wait a
second.

I seen this guy.

- At the beach, sure.

- No, ah yeah.

I mean I bumped into him.

I know who that guy is, that's
um,

ah, Ned Carson, okay.

- Oh, let me guess,
Johnny Carson's younger brother.

- No, no, the one who used
to stump Marilyn's sister.

Oh, look at this.

Oh, shit, it's a gun.

- No way.

- Jesus look at it.

It's a gun!

This, Carson, put it all
together and what have you got?

- Oh, no way, Brucey.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes, it's a murder, man.

Someone shot Carson and
you shot the murderer.

- Look, stooping Marilyn's
sister

is hardly grounds for killing
anybody.

- Look, forget about
the motive, all right?

I mean, just look at this.

Okay, here's Carson, right?

Okay, now he's falling.

Now he's on the ground.

Now he's dead.

- No way, no, it's, we don't
know that.

- Does this man look
alive to you, get real.

- I'm not sure, Brucey.

- What, you're expecting blood
and guts?

Come on, look at this guy.

- No, you see, all I can
see is a barrel of a gun

behind somebody's thigh, so
what?

- So, how many guns do
you see at the beach?

This broad had a gun.

She wasted Carson and she ran.

- Shit.

- Stop right here, look.

There's a birthmark or
something right here.

I don't know, see if you can
get a clearer one, next one.

There we go.

Huh, you weren't kidding, Len.

Asses are just like
fingerprints, huh?

Shouldn't be too hard to find an
ass

with a tattoo like that, huh?

- We're not gonna find anything.

We take this to the police.

We let them handle it.

- You don't understand.

Nobody, but nobody knows
we've got this stuff.

We just go down, ask some
questions real undercover like.

- No way, we are not gonna
get involved in this murder.

I can't even handle Skip,
let alone an assassin.

- An assassin?

- Yeah, bad choice of words.

- Look, the way I see
it,

this is your chance to get even,
huh?

Start being a hero for a change.

You can be famous.

You could be rich.

You could be important.

- I could be dead.

- Death isn't an issue here.

Look, you can't be a
coward all your life, man.

- I'd rather be a coward than a
stiff.

- Let's take it one step
at a time, all right?

We go to the beach.

We look for some evidence.

We find the killer's ass.

I mean, somebody must have seen
this.

They'd remember an ass
with a rose tattoo anyway.

- All this so we can prove
to ourselves we're heroes?

It's not very noble, is it?

- We're doing this because it's
fun.

- You call murder fun?

- You bet.

- You're diseased.

- Listen to me, Len.

How many guys you know our
age who get one, count 'em,

one chance in a lifetime
to witness a murder,

and then find the killer?

- No way, I am not getting
involved and that's final.

Bruce had some valid points.

It did look like a death in
Venice.

He was right about something
else too.

It could be the beginning
of a beautiful career.

Pretty clumsy investigation.

What if somebody's watching?

- Nobody's watching.

Exhibit A.

- Damn.

- Elementary, Watson.

- We had exhibit A, Carson's
sunglasses.

We took a look around for
any suspicious characters.

There was only a dog.

It hardly looked like an
undercover cop or a hired
assassin.

What if he's there?

- Can't be there if he's dead.

- Well, what if he is?

- Dead?

- There.

- Then he isn't dead, sheesh.

- Great.

- Hello, this is Ned
Carson.

Leave a message.

Better yet, leave me alone.

Wait for the beep.

- Asshole.

Okay, so we have exhibit A.

Now what do we do?

- Ah, give me a break, huh?

I'm a slow starter.

- Mm, we need some inside
information.

A real tush expert.

- I know a proctologist.

Hey.

- Hey, somebody who
just sits around all day

watching asses go by.

- Fantastic.

♪ Feeling good about summertime
♪

♪ Sunshine in my eyes ♪

♪ It's in my eyes ♪

♪ Things ain't going ♪

♪ Things ain't going ♪

♪ Just right ♪

♪ Just right ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ I'm telling you ♪

♪ I'm telling you ♪

- Hey, Fantastic, can
we talk some business?

- Yeah, yeah, ah, Jim,
later, brother, later.

We'll talk later.

What's happening, homeboys?

- We brought a little something
for you.

- Oh, very generous.

- What can I say?

We like you.

- And?

- And we need some information.

- Ah, a bribe.

A cheap one.

- They were out of Dom Perignon.

- We're looking for an ass.

- What's his name?

- A special ass.

- Ah, it's a girl.

- It has a black rose tattoo
on the left cheek, here.

Do you see it?

- Homeboy, I may be
drunk, but I ain't blind.

Now why this ass?

- Can we trust you?

- Brother man, Fantastic is a
grave.

Graves don't talk.

- We think this girl is
involved in a murder.

- That's a killer
ass all right.

- We think, but we don't know
for sure,

that somebody was shot at the
beach,

and this person shot him.

- Foreign butt most likely.

You know, an educated eye can
always tell, probably Helga.

- Helga?

- Bad girl, the kind you looking
for.

- Where can we find her?

Fantastic's tip brought us
closer

to the heart of the mystery.

As we stood there waiting
for the door to open,

I wondered if Helga would
come out with a pair of 38's.

- Who is it?

- Can we speak with you, ma'am?

- Yah?

- Ah, we'd, ah, ah, like to
ask you a few questions, ma'am.

- Questions, you police, yah?

- Yeah, that's it, we're cops.

Yeah, that's the ticket.

- Can we come inside?

- Come, yah.

You young for policeman, yah?

- We're rookies.

- Helga's done nothing wrong.

- That's what we're
here to find out, ma'am.

- What exactly do you
have on your rear end, ma'am?

- A lot of men.

- Yes, ma'am, ah, we're
wondering

if you have any special
mark there perhaps?

- Do you want to see it?

- Yes.
- No.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

- I love rookies, wait here.

- Cops, great idea, Len.

- Wait a minute.

You were the one who
started the Dragnet act.

- Oh yeah, give me a break, I'm
young.

- Heil Hitler!

- Oh, shit!

- You swine
really want to see my ass?

- I will be brief.

- I got all day.

- Don't play smart with me, you
asshole.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're just a God damn bum,

a worthless, no good wino, no
offense.

- None taken.

- You talked to some boys awhile
ago.

- I talk to a lot of boys.

- These boys showed you a
photograph.

What was it?

- Fantastic is a grave
and graves don't talk.

Of course there are
exceptions.

These were two white guys.

They wore sunglasses
too, kind of like you.

Only they weren't as hip as you.

They were kind of nerdy.

You know what I mean?

And they came over here.

They started asking me
all kinds of questions.

They even gave me this wine.

This ain't even a good wine.

Yeah, they gave it to me as a
bribe.

They showed me some pictures
of some white girls behind

with a little black rose on it.

I thought that was a fine old
behind.

I seen a black girl's
behind look good as that,

but not really quite as
good as that one looked.

You know, there'll be back
here anytime now, you know.

Anytime you wanna know
when they come back,

just, just ask for Fantastic!

I'm here between 10 in the
morning and 10 at night!

♪ Once there was your face
in the mirror down the hall ♪

♪ Once there was a place
for your photo on the wall ♪

♪ Never can give you ♪

♪ All the answers to the
questions in my mind, mm hmm ♪

♪ I can't give all the questions
the for words I wanna find ♪

♪ There are no negatives of you
♪

♪ Where are those negatives of
you ♪

♪ There are no negatives of you
♪

♪ I know you saw me smile as
I told you all those lies ♪

♪ And I saw, saw you smile ♪

♪ As the tears fell from your
eyes ♪

♪ Can they give you the answers
♪

♪ For the girl is in my mind, mm
hmm ♪

♪ I just talk to the mirror for
the answers I need to find ♪

♪ There are no negatives of you
♪

♪ Where are those negatives of
you ♪

- Our investigation
brought dramatic results.

One date, six telephone numbers,

and an invitation for kinky B
and D sex.

Face it, man, we are rotten
detectives.

- No, all we need is a little
inspiration.

- I-E?

- I-E, the woman with the
brains of Albert Einstein,

and knockers the size of Texas.

- Can't have her.

She lives with a man who's got
the brains

of Arnold Schwarzenegger,

and a schlong the size
of the Panama Canal.

I thought I locked the door?

- I had a key made last
time you lent me yours.

No money, little brother, we're
broke.

- Right.

- Shit, I need money for the
race.

- Race?

- Jet ski, when I win it,

I am gonna be very rich and very
famous.

- Why is it whenever I don't
have any money we're broke,

but when you make money,

you are going to be rich and
famous?

- It's called partnership,
little brother.

- Oh.

- What's this?

- Hey, none of your business!

- Take a hike, dickhead!

- Okay.

- Well now, that's an ass
I'll never forget.

- You mean you know that girl?

- Hey, they don't call me
the wonder hog for nothing.

- Tell me about her.

- You interested?

- Yeah.

- Information
doesn't come cheap.

- How much?

- Let's see the color of your
money.

Not enough.

- Don't you wanna count it?

- Not enough.

- All I got.

- Why not, you're my little
brother.

You deserve a discount.

It's Christie, you jerk!

You had her right here and
you didn't even stoop her.

- Christie?

- Yeah.

- My Christie?

- Yours and about a hundred
other guys.

- Can't be.

- Sure can, Christie
works bachelor parties.

You know, teases, strips,
sits on the customers.

- Fuck.

- That too.

- Where does she live?

- Vegas.

- Vegas?

- What're you, an echo?

Vegas, as in Las Vegas,
Nevada, that Vegas.

- What was she doing here?

- Hey, he's got the money.

He asks the questions.

- Fine by me.

- What was she doing here?

- Beach girl, little brother.

Comes down to Venice for a day
or two,

then back to the salt mines.

- Where can we find her?

- Memory's fading fast.

- Amazing, you knew her all
along.

- I never saw the tattoo.

- That's because you
concentrate on the trivial,

and overlook the important
stuff.

Man, this is great.

Women, murder, Vegas, let's go.

- You are out of your mind.

She hates me and she's a killer.

Why would I wanna go to Vegas?

- Because it's exciting.

Because bad girls are
always more enticing.

Because deep down you
want her to be innocent.

You're dying to prove it.

It all makes sense now.

I see it all, it's magnificent.

- Cut the shit, Brucey.

There's no way we could get
to Vegas if we wanted to,

which we don't, we're broke.

- What, you an orphan?

- No way.

- Cry, beg, plead, do
whatever you have to do.

Parents always give in.

- Lenny, baby, oh, muah!

Come in, come in, come in.

Look, look, who's here.

Oh, honey, you look terrific.

- You look like shit.

Your brother's good looking,
but you look like shit.

- Don't mind him, dear.

He hasn't been himself since his
lobotomy.

- Wow.

- Who the hell are you?

- Remember me?

I'm Bruce, Lenny's best friend.

- Figures, Lenny was always
hanging around with geeks.

- You still in school, Lenny?

- Sponsored for the second year.

- Good, saves money.

Can spend it on entertainment.

- Listen, Mom, we need to talk.

- Go ahead, talk to your mother.

- I need money, Mom.

- We gave you money in November.

- It's August now, Mom.

- Oh, dear, how time flies.

Well, what about the
sponsorship?

- After a brief
message from our sponsor.

- Doesn't cover abortions, Mom.

- You're having an abortion?

- Not me, Mom, my girlfriend.

- Oh, Clayton, Lenny needs
money for an abortion.

- Lenny is an abortion.

Besides, he doesn't get laid.

- I'm trying to tell you she's
pregnant.

- Tell the truth, son.

You want that money for drugs,
don't you?

- Okay, Dad, you figured it out.

I want drugs.

- Give him $20, Sophie, for ah,
honesty.

- 20 bucks, what the hell do you
expect me

to buy for 20 bucks?

- Hey, don't knock it.

It buys a lot of good shit.

- My uncle made it to Vegas
on 10 bucks once, yeah, 1964.

- No, that's it, Brucey, I've
had it.

- Oh, Len, Len, you can't stop
now, guy.

Look, Len, no one else knows
that we've got this stuff.

- How can you be so sure?

- Look around, you
see anyone following us?

- Nope, just a black van.

- Yeah, what black van?

You're starting
to see things, Len.

It's not a good sign.

Of course it's only natural
considering the pressure.

- What are you, my analyst?

Analyze this Sigmund Freud.

- We'll hitch to Vegas, no
charge.

- No way, I am not hitching,

and I am not going to
Vegas and that's final!

Brilliant idea, doesn't
seem to be working.

- Obviously the Chinese
community
here is not very strong.

- Hey, it's a black van.

- What, do you want to wait
for maybe turquoise, come on.

- The
more involved I got,

the more I learned to
trust my gut feeling.

And this time my gut
feeling was telling me

I was wrong about that black
van.

Like Bruce said, there was
nothing to worry about.

- Thanks for the ride, pal.

- Don't mention it.

- We've been waiting out
there for more than an hour.

- Not many people going to Vegas
today.

You're going all the way to--

- You bet.

- Great.

Look, I'll be candid with
ya, huh, 'cause I trust you.

Just don't say where you heard
this.

Actually, we're on a mission.

Started training real early.

We can handle weapons,
explosives phone taps.

Lenny, here is an expert with
microfilm.

The boys down at the
Bureau call him The Wiz.

- I see.

- We're ah, we're on the trail

of a large scale
conspiracy, murder, drugs.

Vegas is the key.

- How do you know?

- Can't say.

- Right.

- For your own protection, pal.

Look, this business is
full of real mean dudes,

guys who shoot your rabbit
between the eyes in cold blood.

- I know just what you mean.

- You ever been to
Nicaragua?

We were there once.

Had to free a political
prisoner.

Our ah, our contact
was a guy named Carlos.

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

♪ Somewhere deep inside you, you
go ♪

♪ You've got a feel for the wind
♪

♪ You feel it kicking in ♪

♪ Oh, feel for the wind ♪

♪ It's pulling you in, yeah ♪

♪ Somewhere down the line ♪

♪ You've gotta start
believing your hunches ♪

♪ If you're gonna win the fight
♪

♪ You've gotta roll with the
punches ♪

♪ So the day is gone almost ♪

♪ It's all night then ♪

♪ If you're gonna be
something, you gotta begin ♪

♪ You've got the feel of the
wind ♪

- Thanks again.

- Yeah, take it easy,
man, and be careful, huh?

And forget everything I told
you for your own protection.

- You have got diarrhea of the
mouth.

- Bullshitting is an art.

- Bullshitting can get
us in serious trouble.

- With who, him?

- Yeah.

- That is the least dangerous
guy

I have ever seen in my life.

I mean right now he's probably
ah,

probably going back to the
casino, right?

Ah, lose a couple bucks,
get something to eat,

maybe get laid and then he's
going home.

I mean he works hard all month.

He needs a little time to
unwind, huh?

Traveling salesman, trust me.

- I'm hungry.

- So we're in Vegas.

Well, we got 20 bucks.

We turn it into 200 like that,
huh?

We'll be eating lobster, getting
laid.

You wanna share a hamburger?

- Sure you ain't got the wrong
number?

- No, way, this is the
number Skip gave me.

- Consider the source.

- Hello?

- Ah, can
I talk to Christie, please?

- She's not here.

Maybe I can help.

- Yeah, ah, no, I, I really
need to speak to Christie.

Um, yeah, see, it's an important
job,

and the client wants her.

- Well, I can give you an
address.

She's on her way there now.

- Are you sure?

- Positive, they know
more than just the murder.

- How do you know?

- They said so, listen.

- We're on the trail

of a large scale conspiracy,
murder.

- Convinced?

- Damn it, they know too
much.

- Let me take them out.

- Okay, but make it
nice and clean.

- I'm glad you agree.

I'll take care of it.

- Since you're in Vegas,

when you're finished with them,

I want you to make a pickup for
me.

- Sure, I can make a pickup,
glad to oblige, Mr. K.

- Write this down.

Corner of Seigel and Corleone.

- Seigel and Corleone.

- Midnight.

- Midnight, how would I know?

- They will say your
name and you will say, "who."

- They'll say my name and I say,
"who".

- Right?

- Right, I'll take care of it.

- Call me when you have
the money.

Not later than midnight.

- Don't worry, Mr. K,

your money is safer with
me than with the B of A.

- If this girl is involved in a
murder,

then she's probably got a gun.

If she's got a gun,
she'll probably use it.

If she uses it, we're probably
deceased.

Discretion here is definitely
the better part of valor.

- Who said that?

- Shakespeare.

- Personally, I prefer Chuck
Norris.

- Read my lips, Rambo,
discretion.

We were determined to follow
Christie to her apartment,

and get to the bottom of things.

Following a suspected hit woman

who was probably armed
was pretty dangerous.

I was proud of us.

We had the makings of real
heroes.

- Great, we're fucked.

- I know we're fucked.

Hey, wait a minute.

- What are you doing?

- I still have a nose
for perfume, remember?

This is definitely the door.

- You're sure?

- Trust me.

Whoa!

We ah, we slipped.

- It's okay, honey, we all do.

You two are cute.

You wanna play?

- We probably should be, ah--

- Leaving.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Wait, I was just about to make
espresso.

- Remember discretion.

- Surprise!

- Hi.

- Cut it out!

I said cut it out!

Something's wrong here.

This isn't Mario.

- No kidding, this isn't Mario.

- Who the fuck are you geeks?

- Freeze, police!

- Yeah, I say kill the fuckers.

- Yeah!

- Yeah, come on.

- Go ahead, waste them.

- Come on, .

Do we look like cops to you
?

We're ah, part of Christie's
act.

- What?

- Come on, tell them, honey.

She does this all the time.

She's such a kidder.

Honey, the man's got a gun to my
face.

It's a matter
of life and death, honey.

- That true, lady?

- It's all right.

They work for me.

- See, I told ya.

- Turn off the lights,

and start all over again, all
right?

Mario will be here any minute.

- I'll just go touch up my
makeup.

I'd like to see you in my
office.

- Yeah, yeah,
yeah.

- Love you, love you all.

- You're a great group.

- Marvelous.

- It's pretty bizarre story.

- You're a pretty bizarre kid,

and you're Skip's brother.

That qualifies you as a
certified asshole.

- I take it you're not crazy
about Skip.

Well, neither is Lenny, okay?

- Oh, so we
have something in common.

Did you ever find any
film for your camera?

- Oh yeah, film.

I promise, look, here are the
photos.

- Listen, sweetheart, you
seem like a nice kid to me.

Listen to the man, huh?

He's trying to shave your life.

- He's right, I'm determined.

We're determined to solve this
case.

- Case, what case?

What are you, James Bond Junior?

- We need to ask you a few
questions.

- Go ahead, I haven't got all
night.

- After you left,

I mean I understand you
were pissed and everything,

but after you left, did
you go to the beach?

- Sure.

- In a bathing suit?

- No, in a suit of
armor.

Of course I was wearing a
bathing suit.

- Do you have a black rose
tattoo on--

- Never leave home
without it?

- What about the gun?

- What gun?

- Concealed weapon, lethal, a
pistol.

- Sorry, I have to do this.

You seem like nice kids to
me, but you know too much.

- I'm, I'm hit, I'm bleeding!

- It's a water pistol.

I had it specially made for my
act.

Am I innocent now?

- Didn't buy it for a second.

We thought somebody got
killed with that gun today.

- Come on,
tap water's not that bad,

not even in LA.

- No, really.

Somebody dropped dead at the
beach today,

and in the photo it looks
like you killed him.

- Oh, shit.

- Have you seen this
guy?

- I know him, that's Ned--

- Carson, we know.

- Yeah, bad news that guy, real
asshole.

- Why?

- Well, I don't know all the
details,

but he's into drugs and stuff.

- Think somebody might want him
dead?

- Hello.

Don't worry,
bro, I'm coming to help you.

Man, these are heavy.

- Let go of me, son
of a bitch.

Ah, bastard!

- You feel better now?

- Hey, kill the lights!

He's on his way?

- Okay, sir, we're outta
here.

- Listen, I'm glad we had this
chance

to straighten things out.

Maybe now you'll think
of me as a human being

instead of just Skip's brother.

- Blood is thicker than water.

- Yeah, remember that when
you shoot that guy tonight.

- Ah.

- Did you hear that?

- Hand me my
gun, will you, I gotta go.

- Ah, yeah, sure.

Um, it's down here somewhere.

Gun, gun, uh, okay, yeah, got
it.

Good luck.

- Thanks.

- Get him right between
the eyes.

- Hey, dudes.

- Mario.

That was loud for a water
pistol.

- Must be special effects.

Fuck discretion, let's run!

- It's that guy's van!

- Man, we're lucky.

- Shit, no keys!

- Pull the cables.

- What cables?

- The ignition cables, go, go,
go!

- It's Christie!

- Hey !

- Come on, come on!

- Come on, go!

Burn rubber, man!

- This piece of
shit doesn't burn rubber!

- She's getting away,
shit!

- What the hell happened back
there?

- Christ, I don't know!

I just squirted the gun!

Shit, this is a real gun!

- I'm dead, I'm dead.

- You're an asshole!

The bullet went through your
window one inch from your head!

- Ooh, oh, shit, whoa!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, ooh.

- Nice watch, bro.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Ah, you can't take with you.

- Oh, ooh, oh, ooh,
ah!

- Shit, man, somebody threw away

a perfectly good white man.

- All this excitement,
I, I gotta take a leak.

- What are you crazy?

We, we can't stop now!

- Fine by me.

We'll float home.

- Damn!

The corner of Seigel and
Corleone
looked like a ghost town.

I stopped the car to let
Bruce what kings do alone.

Little did I know destiny was
waiting.

Put this on.

It'll keep you warm.

- Thanks.

- Come on, come on.

- Fine, I'll ring it.

- Eskenazy?

- Who?

- Right, we've got Mr. K's
package.

He's waiting for it right now,
get going.

- Right.

- There's gotta be half
a million dollars here,

give or take a thousand.

- Great, everybody in Las
Vegas with an Italian last name

is after me and I get stuck
with two underage drug dealers.

- That drop wasn't for us.

It was for somebody else,

that guy who gave us a lift from
L.A.

And besides, you don't
even know if Mario's dead.

- I shot him for Christ sakes!

- Did you see him hit?

- There's no way I could've
missed.

- We gotta go to the police
and tell them what's going on.

- You nuts?

- He's right, no police.

- All right, all right, we go
back to L.A.

Hide you out at my place,

and consider the
alternatives in the morning.

- You know something, Len?

You're beginning to show
some real criminal potential.

- It was 3:21
a.m.

and a certain Mr. Karrothers

was still waiting for his money.

He asked his goons to exercise
a little friendly persuasion.

- Well, well, well.

B of A's open early today.

- What is this shit?

- We're here to make a withdraw
for Mr. K.

Don't!

Good help is hard to find these
days.

- Las Vegas police say
they know very little

about a shootout at a
Vegas penthouse last night.

Mario Argento, son of
casino mogul, Bruno Argento,

allegedly a mafia don
before coming to Las Vegas,

on what the authorities
call legitimate business,

was the target of an
unidentified hitman

at a bachelor party last night,

Only a day before his scheduled
marriage to Lucy Dane,

daughter of gambling tycoon
Sydney Dane.

Argento is back at home today

after being treated for minor
wounds.

Heavy police surveillance is
expected

at today's wedding ceremonies.

Although police insist
that there is no connection

between the Argento shooting
and the execution style murder

of hired assassin Amadeus
Eskenazy this morning.

Informed sources have told this
station

that Eskenazy's death may have
occurred

in retaliation for the attempt
on Argento.

Authorities are currently
investigating

Eskenazy's background and
employment history for clues.

This is Chris Thomas for channel
six news.

- Looks like you're in the
clear.

- I don't know.

Maybe they just want me to think
I am,

so I'll come out into the open.

- You're welcome to stay
here for a couple of days.

Wait until all this blows over.

- Why are you so nice to me?

- Because bad women are
always more enticing.

- How about maybe read between
the lines.

Skip's given you some
debriefing.

- It's not Skip that bothers me.

It's your job.

- Well Skip hates my guts,

because he didn't get
what he wanted and my job,

there's nothing wrong with it.

I'm an entertainer.

- How much entertaining
are we talking about here?

- You were there.

You saw it.

I make men drool for 200 bucks.

I get paid, I get dressed, and I
get out.

- That's all?

- That's all.

- Terminal.

- What's terminal?

- Bitching, good, excellent.

- Thank God you're not like your
brother.

- I used to wanna be, you know?

Now I'm starting to like me the
way I am.

- So am I.

Okay, right, thanks Melanie,
okay, bye.

What, right, I'll call you,
okay, bye.

Well, it's all starting to make
sense.

- What did she say?

- She said she heard Carson
shooting his mouth off

about a deal he had with some
guy named Michael Karrothers.

His wife's a real slut.

She dresses up like Marilyn
Monroe, cruises the beach.

Sounds like blackmail to me.

- One thing still bothers me.

- What?

- Pepperoni.

- Actually, there is
something that bothers me.

- What's that?

- The body, what happened to it?

- Well, did anyone else see the
murder?

- I don't know.

- Seems to me, if you're
looking for a murderer,

you better make sure there was a
murder.

- Right, right, okay, you stay
here,

and you and I are gonna
go ask some questions.

Nobody knows what involved in
this thing.

- Yet.

- Come on, get your ass off the
table.

Let's get outta here.

- I've created a monster.

- Be honest.

- I can't, it goes against my
principles.

I didn't hear anything about
any stiffs on the beach.

- Nothing?

- Nothing.

- You sure?

- Hey man, you guys
ask too many questions.

You ask more questions
than that other guy did.

- What other guy?

- Real ugly dude.

- That's a big help.

- Drives a black van.

- Oh, shit.

- That's what I said.

He was real strange too.

He came up asking me all kind
of information about you guys,

but I didn't tell him nothing.

I wouldn't tell him to word
about you.

Nothing, I was fast, firm.

- Hey, Fantastic.

- I was a grave, huh?

- Where's Brucey?

How did you know?

- E-S fucking P, Jack.

- We've had it.

He knows us.

He gave us a ride, we're dead.

- Wrong, he's dead.

- He's gonna kill us and we
can run, but we can't hide.

What did you say?

- He's dead, somebody
killed him this morning.

- Terminal.

- Absolutely.

- Then we're ah, then we're
safe.

- Absolutely.

- And no one's following us?

- Nobody.

- And those guys behind us,

they're just figments of
my imagination, right?

- Oh, shit.

- Friends of yours?

- That's the guy with the
briefcase.

- I gotta take a leak.

- How about a hot fudge?

- A bunch of Jimmy Cagney
rejects are after us,

and you want ice cream?

- Mm hmm.

- Hey, give me back my bike, you
fat ass!

That's my bike!

- One chocolate chip and an Uzi.

- We don't make war,
silly, just ice cream.

- How many scoops can I get on
one cone?

- As many as you like.

- Well start mounting.

- Ooh, I'd love too.

- Everybody, can I have
your attention please?

- Everybody listen up to
him.

- I want you to help me in
welcoming

America's number one
ice cream manufacturer,

Mr. Enrico Zabaglione, yes, yes!

Mr. Zabaglione is here today on
behalf

of the Lick Me, Eat Me Ice Cream
Company,

and he's here to an ice cream
fight

that will pay $1,000 to the
lucky winner!

- Yeah!

- Look at that, look at that!

He's reaching for the money
right now!

Are we gonna give him what he
wants?

- Yeah!

- You bet we are!

- Oh, hurt me, I love it.

Ah, oh, oh, oh, it's so cold,
oh!

You're so sweet.

- You give great cone.

- I'm not gonna eat ice cream
for the rest of my life.

- Let's see.

I'm not crazy about the
chocolate chip.

Mm, raspberry's more like it.

You know what?

- What?

- I'm greedy, I just decided
to go for the whole 31 flavors.

- We made
passionate, uncontrolled,

steamy, wet, orgiastic,
screaming love

until the sun went down.

It wasn't the only one.

- Thanks again, Melanie.

I owe you one, bye, bye.

Here's the address.

Why do you wanna go to the
Karrother's house anyway?

- I think he's got all the
answers.

- Don't you think that's a
little risky?

- Hey, risk is his middle name,
babe.

- Promise to be careful.

- Of course not.

I love mutilation.

It looked like we were
starting to crack the case.

To penetrate Karrothers heavy
security,

we mapped out a plan Bruce
devised,

and the pattern of the Trojan
horse.

- Trojan, I didn't
know they made horses too.

- Your ignorance is
showing again.

- I'm promising raw
material.

I can't see a thing.

- You're not supposed
to.

You're a Bush.

You're a vegetable.

- What's the difference?

- Bushes have brains.

- Oh.

- Let's go.

- Damn, my legs are
killing me.

- Come on.

- Like that old man walking by
the house.

Right in the middle, you know?

The guy was real quick.

- Oh great, it's the
gardeners.

- How about you, getting
any?

- No.

- Hey, I'll give you some
numbers.

There's a some real nice ones.

- Ah, shit.

- Huh?

Alarm system, come on.

Hey, I am dead.

- Tired?

- I have been up for about 24,
48 hours.

I don't know.

What've you been up to lately?

- Not too much.

- What's the matter?

- Thought I heard something.

- Let's go see.

- Did you take care of the body?

- As promised.

- What about the kids?

Your man, Eskenazy, couldn't
deliver.

- I'll handle it.

- You do that.

But I want my half million

before you even think about
touching them.

I'm not a violent man, you know?

I just get that way when people
screw around with my money.

- I'll be
careful.

- Very careful.

- Are they gone?

- They better.

That cigarette butt is still
burning me.

- Watch the dog shit.

- Oh, shit.

- I told you.

- Remember,
the kids know about the murder.

If they got my money, I
want the money back first!

Then you take them out.

- Right.

- No screw-ups
this time.

And don't ever come back
to this house again.

- Knock it off, stop.

- Hey, do people shrink in these
things?

- No, but they do catch
all kinds of diseases.

- I don't know.

I think I need more
variety in my sex life.

It gets boring with the same
damn woman.

- It must be heated?

- Must be.

- Please be.

- I wouldn't mind giving
Mr. Karrothers's old lady

a tryout, you know?

Staying alive after could
be a real problem then.

- No drink for me?

- The party's over for you,
lady.

- I thought we agreed to
put everything behind us?

- So far I've managed with the
infidelity,

the murder, and the blackmail,

but I'm not so sure about
the half a million dollars.

- They're just kids, Mike.

You'll get your money back.

- If they were here right now,

I'd drown the little bastards.

- Lenny, I gotta take a
leak.

- No!

You didn't?

- God damn it, Stacy, you get
mixed up in this shit again,

it'll be a lot cheaper and
a hell of a lot less painful

to have you killed.

I love it when you
talk dirty.

- Freeze!

- Greetings earthlings, we
were consuming mass quantities

of liquids from your fluid tank
and--

- Hands up, assholes, real
slow.

Mr. Karrothers is gonna be
real glad to see these guys.

Go get him.

- Oh, wouldn't want to
disturb him at this hour,

would we, sir?

- We might get his carpet wet.

- How long until it goes off?

- Until what goes off?

- Minor plastics.

- Yeah.

- On the pool window.

Not a lot of noise.

Just a, it's a poof and lots of
water.

- I'd make it about 20,000
gallons, wouldn't you say?

- 18,000, eh, 19 tops.

- Get your
ass out of the pool, you moron!

- What the hell are you
doing?

- I don't know.

I, I've never been in a Rolls
before.

- Don't let them get away, stop
them!

Hey, that's my car, you asshole!

My !

Get outta here!

- We stole his car, man,
Michael Karrothers's car.

He is gonna have our balls for
breakfast.

- Karrothers knows, he knows who
we are.

He knows we have the money.

He knows we know he had Carson
killed.

- No wonder I'm numb.

We're already dead.

- I don't think so.

The mob thinks that
Karrothers hired Eskenazy

to bump off Mario.

What does that make Karrothers?

- A dead man.

- And Mrs. Karrothers?

- A widow.

- A very wealthy widow.

- You don't mean?

- Exactly, I think she's in this
thing

a lot deeper than we think.

Shit.

- Charles Bronson would make a
run for it.

You got the equipment, go!

- Are you crazy?

Have we done anything wrong?

- Step out of the vehicle,
please.

- A brand new silver
Porsche.

- Something wrong officer?

- Just step out of the vehicle.

- 7925 Ocean Road.

- Have two separate
units.

One for the first call
which is priority, 2344

and for the Irvine one.

- Pretty humid tonight, huh?

- Is this your
vehicle?

- Company car.

♪ I just can't stop loving you ♪

- Open the trunk, please.

- Sure, the trunk.

Ah, let's see, ah.

Thanks.

Nothing there but the spare,
Officer.

- Put your hands upon your
head and spread your legs now!

- Wait, wait a minute!

We, we just borrowed
this car from a friend!

- Do it!

- Okay!

- You have the right to remain
silent!

Anything you say can and will be
used

against you in a court of law!

You have the right to an
attorney!

- God damn it!

- Cool down, sweetheart.

Remember your blood pressure.

- They're fucking amateurs

walking in and out of here
undisturbed.

My highly paid professionals
end up in the God damn pool!

My whole life is ruined in a
single day,

because I'm surrounded by
idiots!

- You'll look it out.

- The hell I will.

I lose my wife to a beach bum.

A couple of kids steal
my money and my car,

and the whole Vegas mafia
want my head on a platter.

What else could go wrong?

I'm sorry to
bother, Mr. Karrothers,

but there's a policeman here to
see you.

- Affirmative, will do.

I understand.

Okay, you're free to go.

- Go where?

- I said you're free to go.

- Can I ask you a question?

- You're pushing your luck, kid.

- Just one.

What was in the trunk?

Who bailed this out?

Are you trying to frame us?

Are you really gonna let us go
or...

The mystery wasn't so mysterious
anymore.

But we didn't know who our
anonymous benefactor had been.

We soon knew everything about
the body

in the trunk of Karrothers's
car.

I decided to go back and
really examine the evidence,

all the slides I had from
the day of the murder.

Take a new perspective.

All right, let's see.

Okay, here's Carson.

- And he's holding
something.

- It's pictures.

- Of ah, of Karrothers old lady

in the act with her gigolo,
right?

- Right.

Okay, here's the murder.

All right, there's
Carson, he's getting it.

Here he's falling.

Here he's hitting the dust.

Now he's dead.

Oh yeah, here's Bruce's
wonderful photos of feet.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Bruce, Bruce, you are a genius.

- I know that.

- Remember, remember when
I gave you the camera?

You took the pictures.

You bumped into Carson, right?

- Yeah, right.

- Those are Carson's boots.

- What does that prove?

- I saw these boots walking

across Karrothers's driveway
last night.

- God, that's right, we did.

- That means that--

- Exactly, and I can prove it.

- I'm on vacation
for a couple of weeks.

Don't leave a message.

- On the day of the
murder we called Carson,

and he had a different message.

How could he change it if he was
dead?

- Boy, are you smart?

- It wasn't Carson's murder
we saw in the photos.

It was Carson who murdered
somebody.

Carson was the killer
and the victim was ah,

Mrs. Karrothers, gigolo.

- Boy, are you smart?

I like smart kids.

Smart kids should stay in
college,

get a degree, be useful to
society.

Mrs. Karrothers's gigolo turned
out to be a real asshole.

Had some photos taken of
himself and the little woman,

real hot stuff.

Went around asking for
money for the negatives,

which is typical of an asshole.

So the old lady gives him some.

Karrothers finds out
about it and gets pissed.

Not because someone's porking
his wife,

but because someone's
screwing his bank account.

When the asshole got greedier,

he gave me 10 G's to waste the
fucker.

Worked like a charm.

The guy doesn't wanna do the
deal

except in public where there's
plenty of people around.

Even assholes have brains.

So Mrs. K sets him up real nice.

I walk up to him like I'm
bringing him the money,

pretend to stumble and
knock myself out cold.

The old lady says to the guy,

"Let's get him outta here
and look for the money."

They pull me out of sight behind
the can.

The guy goes for the money.

I ventilate them.

Nobody hears a thing.

Getting the body to the old
lady's car is no problem.

In Venice, even carrying
around a stiff looks normal.

Besides cops were already busy

booking some dame on a section
211,

illegal possession of big tits.

And then you kids decide
to start playing detective.

Bad for Mr. Karrothers.

Bad for Eskenazy, the poor,
stupid bastard .

And especially bad for you.

- Because now you have to kill
us.

- You get
smarter every minute, kid.

- Before or after we give you
the money?

I'm not
worried about the money.

I'm good at organizing things,

like when old lady Karrothers
says,

"How'd you like to make a
hundred G's instead of just 10?"

So I tell her how we can
incriminate her husband,

and put the stiff in his car,

and get his fingerprints on
my gun and get rid of him,

and then you fucked that up too.

But now I'm thinking what
if the cops come here,

and find you laid out with
some of Karrothers's money?

- Everything would fit.

- Real nice, uh uh, I wouldn't.

- Count to three and close your
eyes.

- Goodbye kids.

- Run!

- Freeze!

Drop the gun!

- You decide.

- Get back, put your guns down.

- Nice and slow.

- Back, back.

- That's it.

- Ow !

- Now, the little lady and I

are going for a walk, nobody
moves.

I see one pubic hair twitch,
she's dead.

- Attention,
attention, you are surrounded!

Give yourself up!

Do not attempt to escape!

Drop the gun!

Get off the bike!

Drop your pants and get your
hands up!

- Asshole!

- Oh, shit!

- Skip, get that guy!

- What guy?

- The guy over there!

- What're you crazy?

- There's big money in it!

- Didn't you know?

When it comes to
brotherhood, I'm true blue!

Come on, guys!

- Yeah!

Yes!

- We'll catch him.

I saved your life, dude!

Where's my money?

- So tell us, Skip, how
does it feel being a hero?

- Ah, come on, let's not
exaggerate, feels good.

- Did you have any help solving
the case?

- Help, well, ah, ah, no, I'm a
loner.

Always work alone.

- Excuse me, excuse me, ah yes,
excuse me.

Ah, would you like to know
who really solved this murder?

- Yes, I would.

- These two gentlemen right
here?

Come on in here.

Yeah, these two gentlemen right
here.

They really solved the murder.

Yeah, listen, this is TV time.

These are the two gentlemen

that solved the case all by
themselves.

- I see, and who are
you, sir?

- I am Detective Jesse
Turner Junior, LAPD Homicide.

- You heard it here first,
folks.

This is Jennifer Mayer,
KNLA, live from Venice Beach.

- Fantastic an undercover cop.

It seemed incredible.

He'd been there three
months sleeping at the beach

on the trail of Karrothers
drug trafficking ring.

When we got involved he
sidetracked us with Helga

to buy some time, put taps on
us.

We did the dirty work,
but he was in control.

When we got arrested,

he was the one who bailed us
out.

Well then everything got screwed
up.

Christie shot Mario by mistake,

and his old man thought
Karrothers

had something to do with it,

and then we found the money.

- Right.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What money are you talking
about?

- Well, about a half a million
dollars in small bills.

Some kind of pay off or
something.

- I didn't hear that.

- I said--

- No, no, no, you don't
understand.

My office doesn't know
anything about any money.

- No?

- No, now Karrothers is too
busy in jail to miss it.

Mrs. K is about to be
indicted as an accomplice.

And Carson, he's looking
at 300 years in solitary,

if he's lucky.

So what money are you talking
about?

- Listen to the man, pal.

We don't know anything
about any money either.

- Oh no, Brucey, no
way.

- Grow up, homeboy.

Now think of all the things
that you can do with that money.

Youth and bravery has its
rewards.

- I agree.

- Ditto on me.

- No way, I am not going to
keep it and that's final.

♪ This is where I want to be ♪

♪ Playing hard and running free
♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

♪ Why don't we just dive in ♪

♪ Just dive in ♪

♪ We can make a dream come true
♪

♪ Sitting on an ocean blue ♪

♪ You know we're living
on the edge of heaven ♪

♪ Waiting to begin ♪

- Sure I resisted at first,

but then I listened to reason.

See, I'm the kind of guy
who needs motivation to act.

What can I say?

Spending somebody else's half
a million bucks is a tough job

but hey, somebody has to do it.

Woo, yeah, yeah!

♪ Another day we survive,
this wheel of fortune ♪

♪ Just waiting to reign on the
night ♪

♪ No other way to revive
this celebration ♪

♪ Get ready to stand in the line
♪

♪ Dance down the valley of kings
♪

♪ Shake up the rules we made ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
tonight ♪

♪ Do what we want to do ♪

♪ Up to the limit and right on
through ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
♪

♪ Shake up the world tonight ♪

♪ Dangerous moves we may
make in search of our dream ♪

♪ Risking it all just to win ♪

♪ Somehow in time, we're
alive, alive and kicking ♪

♪ Just waiting on the good
times to begin, oh, oh ♪

♪ Dance down the valley of kings
♪

♪ Shake up the rules we made ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
tonight ♪

♪ Do what we want to do ♪

♪ Up to the limit and right on
through ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
♪

♪ Shake up the world tonight ♪

♪ Wake up the world, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Gonna wake up the world ♪

♪ Dance down the valley of kings
♪

♪ Shake up the rules we made ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
tonight ♪

♪ Do what we want to do ♪

♪ Up to the limit and right on
through ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
♪

♪ Wake up the world ♪

♪ Dance down the valley of kings
♪

♪ Shake up the rules we made ♪

♪ We're gonna wake up the world
tonight ♪

♪ Wake up the world tonight ♪