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Quick, get out of the car!

Coogan!

Let's run away together.

Wherever you wish, and for as long as you want.

- You don't even know who I am. - I don't care.

I'll leave my whole life behind me.

You should do it too, Jeff. But can you?

Just try to relax, dear.

Think happy thoughts, bask in the sun.

Look at all this beauty surrounding us.

Jeff.

Jeff.

Weber sent you, huh?

He's getting me out of the can so I can join his organisation, isn't he?

No, Jeff. I came on my own.

I heard you were in trouble.

You were my first client, so I hold you in special regard.

Don't get so uptight.

I don't want any obligations towards those guys, but I'm glad to see you again.

That's better.

Very well, Jeff, let's find a way to get you out of the can one more time.

Tell me what happened.

All you need to know is that I fired in self-defence.

- The gun I used belonged to one of them. - Good.

The judge will want to hear more details. Jeff, why did they try to ice you?

Say they mistook me for another man. A mistake.

You're seriously convinced a judge will swallow that fib?

Maybe if we convince the girl who was with you to testify that the gun wasn't yours...

What girl? There was no girl, I was alone.

Why lie, Jeff? They saw her.

Find some people who didn't see her, then.

You just have to say that I fired in self-defence and that I was alone.

Jeff, this isn't the time to be sentimental.

Besides, you're not the type.

Keeping her out of this could cost you too much.

She won't be out of it.

Hey, is anyone there!?

I need somebody to talk to!

These two are driving me nuts!

Care to tell me why you always keep your mouth shut?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't you like our company? Or maybe you got the blues for being locked in here?

Let me tell you something, Jeff Heston.

You should feel mighty glad.

If we lived in a fair world, they'd have hanged you already.

Yeah, with your eyes bulging out like a couple of fried eggs!

Self-defence my ass!

You have plenty of folks on your conscience,

without even considering those three bastards! Everybody knows that!

Sure, old Jeff Heston is a consummate, highly-skilled pro.

He leaves no evidence behind, no witnesses, zilch!

Just a couple years in the can, that's all he gets!

And here I am, a two-bit crook who, for stealing 400 lousy bucks,

will spend the next ten years rotting away in this cesspool!

Stay still.

Stay still!

Take it off! Please, take it off!

Please, take it off...

Hurry, please...

Hurry...

Jeff, throw that spider away! What's wrong with you?

Jeff!

What's he doing!? He's mad!

You had to prove you're a tough guy even behind bars, huh?

Leave me the hell alone.

I met someone once.

He was a good husband for forty years.

A good father, too. And a good citizen.

One day, instead of going to work,

he bought an automatic pistol, stood on a street corner,

opened fire and killed three people.

People said he was deranged, but it wasn't true.

He had only discovered his true calling.

That man was born to Kill.

He could happen to me.

To you, even.

We know what killing means.

We used weapons by trade.

Then, one day,

we finally realise we did it all wrong.

We realise that we have a conscience, after all.

20000 dollars. You're asking a lot, Jeff.

It's not even a real crime, basically.

My uncle is almost eighty years old.

Eighty, mind you.

It's just about giving fate a little push, after all.

You'll feel no regrets.

I'm a professional.

- Hello? - I'm a friend of your nephew's.

He asked me to tell you that there's somebody out to kill you.

What are you talking about? What does it mean?

Who is it?

Where's this killer?

He's waiting for you on the pier.

Peek out if you want to see him.

Hello? I can't hear you.

Hello?

Hello?

But... I don't see anyone.

I can't hear you anymore, answer me!

I'm a professional.

I looked at him.

That had never happened to me before.

All the others were just targets.

Why did I look at him?

You better find a new line of work when you get out, Jeff.

Something snapped inside you.

Don't ask me how, though.

It's because of her?

You loved her and she betrayed you.

Shut up, old man. That's enough.

You look good.

Let's go, Jeff. Weber wants to talk to you.

You know what? You're a lucky guy.

You just got out of jail and already have a job waiting for you.

- I don't do that kind of jobs anymore. - 50000 dollars.

I said no.

Goddammit, Jeff, anyone here would pull a trigger for that kind of money.

Excuse me, sir.

- This gentleman here has an offer for you. - What?

Hi, Jeff.

They strut around like a bunch of army men.

A bunch of card-punching killers with benefits and pensions.

You were right to say no and refuse Weber's offer to join his outfit.

You're a different breed.

You're like me, a free man.

We like to think with our heads, act with our hands and,

when the time comes, pay in person for all the risks we take.

Excuse me a minute.

What the hell was that? Your daily good deed to go to heaven?

Nope, heaven costs me fifty bucks a day, that's a lot more.

Heroin. The blind fellow is my contact.

Why don't you play that song I like, old man, when you're done with this one?

Sure thing.

I would like you to do a little research for me.

Who do you want me to find?

Jerry Coogan and Vanessa Shelton.

- I need to know their whereabouts. - Okay.

And I need to know as soon as possible.

- Skinny? - Yeah, that's me.

Your car's ready, it's over there.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Irish Hills, Michigan.

We're about to begin the sixth trial of the Canadian-American Challenge,

the prestigious Can-Am.

The most famous drivers from all over the world are taking part in this trial.

A crowd of almost 40000 has gathered here from all over the nation...

...to follow this exciting race and cheer and suffer for their heroes.

Racing ace Stirling Moss Ace will direct the competition.

The mechanics are performing the final tests before the race,

and the cars will soon be ready to battle each other at 300 kilometres per hour.

Though they are all veterans of the sport,

there's a palpable tension among the drivers.

This tension is certainly justified by the stakes of this challenge.

This Can-Am trial, as a matter of fact,

can be considered a decisive test towards the conquest of the current racing season.

Let's have a look at the competitors.

Denis Hulme.

Jonas Peter.

Jerry Coogan, the reckless billionaire industrialist with a passion for racing.

Now the cars are being taken to the starting line.

Race director Stirling Moss will drive the pace car,

preceding the other vehicles as they parade at increasing speed for the first lap.

As you know, this will be a prelude to the actual race.

These incredible yet delicate mechanical marvels are being pampered by their crews.

The drivers follow this process with attention and, we dare say, affection.

They are fond of the vehicles in which they'll soon have to prove their skills,

not mentioning the ability to preserve their personal safety.

The engines are firing up as the cars reach the starting line.

Thanks to their trained ears, drivers and mechanics alike...

...try to find any last-minute issues.

The race will start in a few minutes.

We are broadcasting live from Irish Hills, Michigan.

The drivers are ready.

The cars are increasing their speed.

They're like a pack of purebred horses competing to see who's faster.

- Are we stopping? - Sure.

No luck finding the girl.

I've asked around and searched everywhere, nobody knows anything.

Or they don't wanna spill what they know.

I'm sorry, Jeff. You wanna hear some good advice?

- No. - Well, I'll tell you anyway.

Forget everything and disappear. A little sun and some fresh air will do you wonders.

But I'll keep looking, if you really insist.

I'll send you a message if I find some leads.

You better leave town, Jeff, trust me. Don't get yourself into trouble.

I have to find her.

Immediately.

I'm sure, my dear friends of the Old South, cradle of American civilisation,

that all of you will be glad to open your hearts to this humanitarian initiative.

The faith in life of these innocent little victims of poverty will be restored.

When they'll learn about having so many friends they've never met,

perhaps they'll understand the message of civilisation...

...that America is trying to bring to the poorest peoples of this planet.

So, if your heart says you can help us and our cause,

then give your donation to the basket-carrying ladies walking among you.

Jeff!

I know you're never going to believe me.

It's so awful doing everything wrong all the time, without ever making up for it.

When you and I met, I had been Coogan's girlfriend for a long time.

As jealous as he is, he found out soon after.

He had me followed,

and it didn't take him long to discover what was going on between us.

They also told him what you did, and he decided to use you to get rid of his uncle.

Then he wanted to dispatch you and take me back.

That he accomplished. You went back to him.

Yes, I went away with him, but what else could I do?

It was only for a short time.

I couldn't forget you, Jeff, nor forget what he did to you!

I left him shortly after.

All right, I was wrong and I'm still wrong!

I'm always wrong, but it's only because I can't stand being alone!

We can start over, Jeff! I'll leave everything behind!

No! No! No!

Jeff!

Jeff, not here!

No, leave me alone!

Jeff! Please, leave me alone!

Jeff!

Every time I'm with you, I get caught up in violence and blood.

This whole city is always full of blood and violence.

You only see it when you are with me.

Let's go.

This is for you.

Hello, honey.

My name's Heston, I've reserved two tickets for Miami.

- Here's your tickets, sir. - Thanks.

They left this envelope for you, Mr. Heston.

Cancel our booking.

What do you know about those pictures?

What sort of sick joke is this, Jeff? You gone crazy?

Is that the reason why you did it?

Put that thing away.

That woman really drove you nuts if she pushed you to take it out on me.

I was the first to arm your hand.

What the hell's gotten into you?

I'm the only friend you have.

I won't forget that, Jeff.

You can cross me off your list.

All right, I was wrong. But I have to be able to defend myself.

Against me?

I sided with you, didn't I? I don't know anything about this stuff.

I helped you, that's for sure. But I won't do it again, mark my words.

No!

This is for your little photographic hobby!

Who are you working for?

Who are you working for?

No, please! They'll kill me!

I can do that myself.

No! No!

No, please! Mercy!

No!

No! No!

- No! Please don't! - Leave him alone, Jeff.

Why, this Frenchman's a true hero.

Poor chump, and all for nothing.

I ordered the photos, Jeff. He could have told you.

I was actually looking for you to have a little chat about them.

You better keep your cool, we brought you an invitation. Strictly personal.

You know what, Jeff? You are photogenic.

You better come along with us, now.

Didn't I tell you the boss wants to see you?

- Hiya, Jeff! - Hello, Steve. What a coincidence.

Not really, Weber owns this club.

I come here all the time to play tennis and work out a little.

- What are you doing here? - Weber wants to talk to him.

Go tell him he stopped to talk to me, he'll join you in a minute.

All right.

He's over there in that Japanese-style cottage.

Don't take too long, Jeff, you know the boss doesn't like to wait.

- You and Weber planning something? - Nothing, he just wants to see me.

Look, I know it's none of my business, but...

Well, be careful with Weber, he's not someone to be trifled with.

He squeezes people like lemons before throwing what's left away.

- I hope he's not scheming something against you. - You work for him, too.

Right, but I'm the one using him, not vice versa.

I'm a lawyer, and I'm used to working with those kind of people.

I'm even able to convince them that certain violent methods are outdated,

and should no longer be used in this day and age.

Jeff.

Look, I want to make you a proposition. It's about a company in Venezuela.

It's a clean business, mind you.

I'm fronting the whole deal. It's one of the organisation's latest purchases.

Just say yes and I can make you leave today. Don't go meet Weber.

Steve, I have to see him.

Sure, you have some good arguments, but he's got some too.

Jeff?

I'm going to my office now, I'll stay till late.

Come visit me when you're done with Weber.

- All right. - One last thing.

Those who give the orders are not always the ones in power.

I made you an offer, Jeff, and you turned it down with a lie.

You said you didn't want to work anymore and instead you did that Coogan job.

You never lie to daddy, because he'll find out the truth no matter what.

Especially if daddy is a suspicious, ruthless son of a bitch like I am.

That wasn't a job, I did it just for me.

You shouldn't feel offended so easily.

I'm not, but I can't allow certain things.

It's a question of authority.

I have to make myself respected for the organisation I represent.

Otherwise I could remain with fuck all any minute.

It used to be different.

Back in those days, getting rid of one of the boys every now and then...

...was enough to set an example.

That's how you made the others behave like good soldiers.

But today's younger generation has turned cynical. They complain about everything.

- They have no respect. - I want those photos.

- And I want you to join the family. - I've been an orphan all my life, Weber.

- I'm used to being alone. - Well, even orphans get married.

You can't live in isolation, especially in this day and age.

You must belong to something, be it a group, a political party or a congregation.

People can crush you when you're alone.

No one in my organisation would have had to face what you did in the Virgin Islands.

I wouldn't have allowed it, you get what I mean?

Now listen, I have some beautiful plans for you.

My organisation is changing in many ways, it's getting stronger, and even more legit.

We've started operating at a serious, national level.

We don't need two-bit killers in these new ventures.

And if we eventually need to hire a hit man,

we go straight for the best, to pros like you.

You'll get a regular salary, a pension and all the freedom you want.

Only catch is, you'll have to come running whenever I need you.

Don't forget, we're not the kind of family that sees divorce as an answer.

Don't worry, I know.

The bottom of the harbour is full of divorcees, like a big underwater museum.

That sounded like something out of a two-bit crime novel, Jeff.

I want to offer you an even bigger package.

Say yes and I'll let your friend into the family. What's his name? Kill a in, right?

- Kill a in? Forget about it. - He'll stay out unless I say he can join.

One word from me and he'll join the family, same as everyone else.

- I'll give you an answer tomorrow. - No.

Wait, I'm not done yet.

I know you may not believe me, Jeff,

but sometimes I get nostalgic about the old days.

You cannot understand, you are from another generation.

You cannot even imagine how the wheels turned back then.

See that bank, for instance?

I had a machine gun in my hand the first time I visited it.

There were three of us, what a loot!

Now I've bought the place and I I chair the board of directors.

You have no idea how bored I am. I would give it all up, mark my words.

Yeah, Kill a in often talks about the old days too.

He didn't get to the position of power you seem to loathe so much, though.

Fair enough, I'm both ambitious and sentimental.

That can be a recipe for disaster from time to time. See that skyscraper?

It's the new headquarters of my company.

I busted my ass for years to build something worthy of me,

and now it seems that I make it look bad.

Those big shot graduates who work for me...

...say I don't have to be seen too frequently.

They say it's for the good of the company, imagine that.

And our bigger clients prefer ignoring that I exist. Can you believe it?

It makes them feel honest and spare them from going to confession every Sunday.

I don't care about your life story, I have better things to do.

Drop me at a cab stand.

Easy, Jeff. Be my guest a little longer.

Try this drink, it's called Midnight Passion.

It's all the rage here.

I'm not thirsty.

Do you like my house, Jeff?

It costs more than a fleet of aircraft carriers.

But I had to buy it.

I have an incredibly high-maintenance wife.

Before I married her, I gave her a million dollar mansion just outside New Orleans.

I'm not complaining, she earned every bit of it before the honeymoon was over.

She's a classy woman.

You know, Jeff, I'm not a newbie and I know people.

Let me tell you something, she surprised me. A very pleasant surprise at that.

Oh, I forgot you already know her.

She was with you a couple years ago, right?

And then she left you when Coogan got his inheritance, correct?

Fear not, Jeff, I avenged you.

She dumped him as soon as she met me.

You made the right choice, she is too lively.

She'd have made you suffer, but I'm actually relieved...

...whenever she goes on one of her little escapades.

A little rest every now and then suits me.

Women are funny. Even the sluttiest girl in the world loves acting formally.

They want to keep up appearances.

Every time she comes home from one of her romantic weekends,

and she only does them because I allow it, well,

she tells me all these lies which she's good at coming up with.

That's one of her gifts, you know, she's a great artist when it comes to lying.

Let's have a drink.

A toast to my wife's talents.

I told you I'm not thirsty.

- Why didn't you tell me? - You were in jail.

I didn't have the guts to tell you that Vanessa married Weber.

I felt a little guilty, after all.

I had been looking for her while you were waiting to be tried.

We were together the first time Weber saw her.

You still can't get her out of your head, huh, Jeff?

But she's bad news for you.

Forget the past, she's too dangerous for you now.

Change your life like you wanted to. Go away from this city and accept my offer.

You can start over, do something for your future.

Then, once the organisation will become a hundred percent legit,

I'll try to make you come back.

Hello? Mrs. Vanessa Weber, please.

Can you tell me where I can reach her?

It's all right, thanks anyway.

Thanks for coming, Jeff.

You like it?

It's my refuge.

Jeff! That was one of your gifts!

That doll was a memory.

I don't want any memories.

No memories of yesterday and no memories of tomorrow.

- I love you. Jeff. - Live this moment for what it's worth. Nothing more.

I love you...

Oh, Jeff...

Where are you going?

I'm just going grocery shopping, dear.

I want to buy something to eat, this country air makes me pretty hungry!

Why are we stopping here?

I want to go hunting. Follow me.

If your intention is to Kill me, Jeff, just do it quickly.

You met Weber, didn't you?

He stopped us at the airport.

And now he sent you here to get rid of me.

He put that rifle in your hand,

but you're also doing it for yourself, because you hate me!

I understood it while we were making love, I felt all your hatred for me.

Just get this over with, Jeff, that's all I'm asking you!

I can't stand physical pain and you know it.

I've always lived my life in fear, Jeff.

I need to feel safe.

I have to surround myself with wealth.

The meeting with Weber was the opportunity I was waiting for.

Steve came to see me after talking to you in prison.

One night we went out together.

I'm disobeying Jeff's orders.

He didn't want me to come to you, he doesn't want you to testify.

I was in love with Jeff.

It was horrible for me to find out that he's a killer, a gangster.

He's a gangster, indeed. He'll have to pay for it, but now listen to me.

No one is entirely good or evil, believe me.

The line between the two,

or between legal and illegal, is often laid by a good press office.

Or by an efficient propaganda ministry.

Look at that man.

He could be in a prison in the Virgin Islands like Jeff,

or sitting behind a comfortable governor's desk.

Al Weber is a king.

He would like to meet you, we're invited to his table.

I'm sorry for your king, but I root for republics.

I've met wealthier men than Weber.

No, it wasn't for his money.

You're ravishing tonight, my darling Vanessa! Speak of the devil!

You're the talk of the town, dear, nothing escapes my radar.

What do you mean?

Look at my column, next week.

I'll tell a juicy story about your gangster boyfriend Jeff Heston,

including your holidays in the Virgin Islands.

I have nothing to do with that.

Don't be silly, any publicity is good publicity.

You'll become the number one pin-up of every killer in America.

They'll stick your picture to the butt of their machine gun.

Tom, please.

If I were you, Sandy, I'd avoid mentioning Ms. Shelton on television.

You'll spare yourself a lot of trouble, believe me.

The TV station belongs to him.

What do you say, Boss?

Are we too scared to talk about Ms. Shelton's stay in the Virgin Islands?

I love getting sued.

I realised Tom's column was a success once we achieved a thousand lawsuits.

Any troubles, Steve?

Tom Sandy wants to mention Ms. Shelton in his tabloid column.

My column thrives on fresh news,

and I'm not afraid to report an interesting story when I find one.

I'll tell that story, even if it'll cost me my job.

Well, your wish has been granted.

Isn't that right, Sherman?

Am I right or not, Sherman?

Has this impulsive young man lost his job or not?

Speak up, I can't hear you.

Yes, Al.

Get your butt off that seat, Steve, it's time me and Miss Shelton get acquainted.

I better stay and look after her.

You're a dangerous man and Vanessa is too important.

It was wealth mixed with power.

Pure oppression, which trumps over everything.

You couldn't understand.

You're oppressive in your own way, though.

I'm weak.

I guess that I...

I saw strength and safety in Weber.

I paid dearly for it.

Jeff, it was so disgusting living with him.

Sleeping with him, feeling his big, sweaty body on top of me...

Jeff!

My friend Kill a in.

- One of Weber's goons? - New acquisition.

Who still comes with the price tag.

I bring you good news.

- What kind of news? - A simple funeral announcement.

You and the boys go to the Olympic Club and wait for me.

I want us to be alone.

Well, old boy...

I can't really say I disapprove of you.

Vanessa behaved rather poorly with you,

and she was starting to do the same with me, if you don't mind me saying.

What I mean to say, Jeff, is that I'm not going to mourn her for long.

I hate to sound cynical,

but Mrs. Weber was sticking her nose in my business a tad too much.

That's why I allowed you to have a weekend with her.

Everything went peachy, right?

You behaved like the pro you are, I bet.

Yeah, everything went well.

- Except for poor Kill a in. - Kill a in?

What about Vanessa?

I'm here, Al.

Jeff, she screwed you again.

Where are the photographs and the negatives?

In there.

The key.

I'm sure she already had a second one made, am I right, darling?

The key.

Vanessa.

As you can see, the mistress of the house is very well informed.

You're making such a huge mistake, Jeff.

Coogan, you and me. And now you're getting screwed again.

You think it'll end with you?

She's using you.

She simply wants to put her lovely bum on my throne.

Point your gun against her and I'll sign you a check for ten million dollars.

These are the ones you're looking for, Jeff?

Burn them.

What a good girl.

You better send her away now, Jeff.

Vanessa hates violence, you know.

Isn't that right, dear?

Go. You remember all the details?

Hotel Constark, Miss Brown.

- Don't take too long, darling. - Vanessa.

Farewell and congratulations.

My dear little Vanessa...

I gotta admit it, she really got what it takes.

But you're a real disappointment, Jeff, mark my words.

The way you lose your strength with her is quite amusing.

It's like she sucks it from you.

There's one thing I want you to know, and I don't care if you believe me or not.

She's screwing you again.

In addition to the negatives, there were some copies in the safe.

She made them disappear, right under your nose.

No.

If she did, you would have told me right away.

You're going to kill me, isn't that right, Jeff?

Amuse me a little, at least.

What's wrong? Don't you have the guts to pull the trigger?

You got some doubts? Any second thoughts?

You better prick up your ears, Jeff.

You're screwed for life now.

You've eaten the forbidden fruit and you're out of the Garden of Eden.

If you kill again, your victims will haunt you forever.

What's the name of the hotel where you're supposed to wait for Jeff?

- Why? Who are you calling? - Police, of course.

- What's the matter? Something's wrong? - Wait, Steve.

- I cannot do it. - What is it? Do you have any remorse?

Those three days you spent with him rekindled the old flame?

You haven't learned anything, then.

He'll do you for good, if we don't have him arrested.

He knows the sort of bastard you are, by now.

I'm a bastard, there's no denying it.

But it's only thanks to me that you've been able to sit on that comfy chair,

and babble about law and justice for so long.

I was the one risking my neck out there.

I had to marry Weber and go to bed with him!

Even if I had tried to offer myself, I don't think Weber would have enjoyed.

But allow me to boast about discovering you, and setting up...

...this "Vanessa operation" which gave us an organisation worth billions.

In any case, Jeff is finished.

The cops are after him, his days are numbered.

- You know how many people he killed? - What about your victims?

- You wanted Weber dead. - No, dear. The two of us did.

But Weber won't be on our conscience.

We only had Jeff target him instead of you.

And it's Jeff who pulled the trigger.

The sooner it's over, the better it'll be for all of us. Jeff included.

Where's the appointment?

- Has a certain Miss Brown arrived yet? - Miss Brown? No, not yet.

Watch out, there he is!

Calling HQ, target located on Dennis on Street, he won't escape us.

Calling all cars involved in the capture of Jeff Heston.

I repeat, calling all cars involved in the capture of Jeff Heston.

Keep searching the area and report all sightings.

Dispatch more units to zone twelve.

Urgent priority.

To all the cars, keep searching the area.

We're alerting the State Police, the harbour and the airports,

in case Jeff Heston manages to evade our pursuit.

Interrogate every witness and report any...

You're very beautiful. And you have something else, too.

I know.

There's no point in making a toast now, Steve, we'll celebrate later.

But this isn't for the grand opening.

It's for us, we deserve to celebrate some good news.

They found him.

Located him, more like. He's in Africa, working with a mercenary outfit.

Using a fake identity, obviously.

One of Nicholson's agents managed to find him.

I'm talking about Jeff, of course.

I wonder how he managed to leave the US and get to Africa.

Well, then it's all sorted out.

Africa is far enough, aside from being full of dangers.

I would have preferred a more radical solution.

Interesting choice of words.

You make it sound real polite.

But to me it means seeing Jeff squirm on the electric chair,

or riddled with bullets by the cops.

You scare me, Vanessa.

You agreed to betray him,

yet you're still mad about that filthy Killer.

A man that smells of death.

I can smell it on you too, Steve. And it's even stronger.

He's always been a risk-taker, at least.

It's people like you, or like us, actually,

who never pay for what we do. Almost never.

- Here's your speech. - I don't need it. I know what to say.

Don't underestimate me, Steve.

You're a fast learner, Vanessa, I give you that, but you still need me.

We're in this together, and that's the way things are going to stay.

But don't forget that I was the brains of this operation, and I still am.

We'll get married after observing a proper period of mourning.

Then you'll really see how far I can lead you. How far we'll go.

I know very well where I want to go,

but I also know that I want to get there alone, Steve.

You were right, you know.

It's good to feel strong and powerful.

But two people cannot hold that much power.

It must remain in the hands of one person only.

Mine, in this case.

You better be very careful with me.

The people working in the new Weber skyscraper are all waiting for me, Steve.

From the doorman who will open my car door...

...to the members of the board of directors on the top floor.

Me, Weber's widow, who holds the majority of the company's shares.

Be a good sport, dear. After all you're still my trusted and devoted lawyer.

Jeff!

Please, my love.

Please, don't make me feel pain.

- He shot five times! - Quick, close the window!

- What's going on up there? - Go have a look, hurry.

Shoot.

You must be a rookie.

You better shoot or I'll kill you.

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