"Good day." "Yeah, right." "May I see some identification, please?" "Oh, man, what is this stuff?" "It's just a formality, sir." "Excuse me, but you are Mr. Gustafson?" "Yo." "And you're from Sweden?" "You see, pal, my father moved us to Brooklyn when I was real young and I'm living back in the old country now." "One moment, please." "Hold it right there." "Mr. Falcone ain't gonna like this." "I wanna know exactly what happened." "Like we were saying, we're heading to meet Mario to make the switch." "The cops throw up a roadblock." "Yeah, then Mario, he comes screaming down the highway, jumps out and gets nabbed." "Now listen, you two." "It took our people a long time to set this up." "I'm not gonna sit and watch it slide into a sewer because some hairball like Mario screwed up." "Okay, look." "Petronus and me was nosing around up there and we found out that, because it's a federal rap Mario and the car got shipped back down here to Washington." "Yeah, the feds, they got Mario on ice." "Let Mario rot." "Get out there and find that car." "Okay, people, may I have your attention, please?" "I have someone in my office who would like to say a few words." "So let's give our guest our full and undivided attention." "Excuse me." "I knew things were going too well today." "He's a fun guy." "Oh, yeah, right up there with root canal work." "You all know Mr. LaRue from internal Finances." "All right, I will make this brief." "Here, here." "How many times have I looked out over these same faces and made this same speech?" "Way too many." "Your agency is funded by the federal government." "And that means taxpayer money." "And that, in turn, means a demand for fiscal responsibility and accountability." "Hm?" "Here we go again." "Let's talk expense accounts." "The abuses, abuses." "I am here today to announce that a 60-day internal audit has begun on expense accounts." "Every penny will be scrutinized and we expect costs to come down." "Is that clear, Mr. Melrose?" "Excuse me, but what if they don't come down?" "Well, I don't wanna ruin anyone's day with talk of reprimands, fines..." "...and paycheck adjustments." "Mm-hm." "Good day." "It started out that way." "It was really nice." "Boy, that LaRue is a real pain in the you-know-what." "All of our you-know-whats are gonna be in a sling..." "...if we don't start showing some results." "I know." "I know he's just doing his job, but take a look at the guy." "He's a joke." "I'm not laughing." "He's making me personally responsible for all field agents' accounts." "Okay, okay, we'll make cuts." "Maybe if we can keep that guy off our necks, we'll do some work here." "Speaking of which, what are you working on?" "I finished the report on the Lebanese affair, on time, I might add." "And then the next couple days, I just have busywork." "Gotta take a bunch of declassified files to the Federal Records Center." "See, that's a perfect example of what LaRue is speaking about." "What?" "Here you are, a highly trained  highly paid full agent, running files." "Well" "Forget that." "Try this." "What do we have here?" "It's a report from the Latin American bureau on our Bolivian terrorist friends, Los Lobos." "Seems they've gone commercial." "'Evidence linking them closely with American crime syndicate headed by Nick Falcone.'" "Falcone." "Well, that makes sense." "They're all in the same line of work." "Kidnapping, extortion, murder." "And drugs." "We suspect that the Bolivians are supplying Falcone with narcotics." "He sells them here for a price and sends the rest of the profits back to the terrorists, bankrolling those maniacs." "Yeah, it's a neat little package." "Two groups of garbage make money." "At the same time, they're filling our streets with more of that damn dope." "Okay, I'm on it today." "Good." "What do I do about the files for the records?" "Get one of our civilians to do that." "Who can I get now at this short notice, in the middle of a morning?" "Okay, so, what happened to your car?" "The weirdest thing." "I drove the boys to school this morning, because of those showers that we had." "Jamie has this little space creature toy and he was playing with it and he dropped it down the window on the passenger side." "Yeah, so?" "So after I dropped them off at school, it started to rattle." "So I put the window down to try to get it out and the window jammed." "Aha." "And the rest is Amanda King history." "Did you take it in?" "Should be easy to fix." "I took it to Mr. Mike's, but he was awfully busy." "Mr." "Mike's?" "Yes, he's my mechanic." "He did say he could get to it by the end of the day." "Good, good." "Look, Amanda, you're the only civilian worker that I could get ahold of and since the job does call for a car..." "...how about I round you up one?" "Oh, Lee, thank you so much." "That's really very nice of you." "Hey, forget it." "Anybody could've gotten a tiny little space creature jammed in their window." "Gino, I need a car." "Yeah." "And I need a date with a Dallas cheerleader." "Look, Lee, I think maybe Gino's right." "I think I should probably just rent a car." "Listen to the lady." "lt is not fair for you to spend your own money on official business." "Now, Gino, let me just have one of the agency cars, huh?" "They're all out on the road." "Hey, look, if it's official duty, why don't you just go rent her a car?" "After all, you flashy agents still got expense accounts." "No, I gotta lay low for a while." "LaRue is on the warpath again." "Tell me about it." "That little weasel is throwing a full inventory at us soon." "Everything's gotta be accounted for." "What about one of your impounds?" "Something new that you haven't logged in." "Forget about it, Stetson." "Lee, let's go." "Okay." "But on the way back to town, let me tell you this story about how I bailed Gino out of trouble in Baltimore" "Hey." "Oh, you did?" "He met these two sisters..." "What happened?" "...they were exotic dancers and" "Okay." "I got two new arrivals." "Come on." "See?" "She's all yours." "Oh, no." "No, I'm afraid this one won't work." "You see, this is a very small car and I have a mother and two little boys." "And after I finish my work for Mr. Stetson I'll have to do a lot of errands and running a" "Well, you see, I'm a housewife." "She's a housewife, Gino." "Besides that, I don't know how to drive a stick shift." "Take it from me." "She doesn't know how." "Now, come on." "What else have you got?" "Gino, what were the names of those two sisters again?" "Was it Trixie, Mixie, something like that?" "Wait a minute." "You swear to stop talking about Baltimore forever?" "Cross my heart." "Okay." "I got one more." "Now, she's plenty big and it's an automatic." "You take it or leave it." "Which one is it?" "The black one." "Oh, this is really very nice of you." "Gino, what is this?" "Called a Stratford." "English make." "Kind of collector's item." "Yeah." "How much would it sell for?" "That much, huh?" "Hm." "Lee." "What?" "I can't drive that." "It's as big as an ocean liner." "More room for shopping." "The steering wheel is on the wrong side." "Look." "We need a car and the price is right." "Now quit before he changes his mind." "Hm?" "We'll take it." "By the way, Stetson." "Come here." "Hm." "That car is perfect, Stetson." "Oh, yeah." "You got it?" "Perfect." "Yeah." "Now, it comes back here with so much as a speck of dust on it you're gonna pay through the nose." "And then I'm gonna kick your rear end." "You got it?" "Yeah, I got it." "I heard." "Amanda, be real careful, huh?" "I will." "Good." "Hm." "I don't believe it." "It's on the road again." "We just got real lucky, pal." "Let's get our car." "This broad gets in our way, we waste her." "Hey, now, will you take it easy?" "Oh, no!" "Oh, well, I'm just so glad you're all right." "Now, here's my insurance card." "And I have my license" "Excuse me." "I'm sorry, but you did put on your brakes so quick" "Good, a policeman." "He can help us." "Officer!" "Officer!" "Not here." "It's too out in the open." "Let's get out of here." "You all right, ma'am?" "Oh, yes, I'm fine." "Thank you very much." "Not the first time I've seen this." "I can't imagine having an accident..." "...with two nastier men." "This was no accident." "Old bunco trick." "Get in front of someone, stand on the brake, bam." "Next thing, some guy is holding his neck, screaming for his lawyer." "And some poor slob got to pay it out of his insurance." "You mean they did it on purpose?" "Yeah." "Guys like that cruise all day looking for a car like this." "Did you happen to get their license number?" "I'm sorry, I didn't." "It happened so quickly and then they just zoomed away." "You saw them." "Well, let's take a look." "Oh, no." "I hope your insurance is paid." "Gonna take some big bucks to fix that." "Can you still drive it?" "Yes." "I wonder if you could take me to a phone." "I'd like to call a friend first." "No problem." "Answer some questions first." "Yes, of course." "Now, here's my driver's license." "It's valid." "I thought Mario was something." "He's got nothing on you two." "Stage an accident in broad daylight in front of a cop!" "We didn't see him." "They didn't see him!" "Let me tell you, if you ever wanna see anything again you better start listening to me." "All right." "What do you want us to do?" "Benedict still trailing that car?" "Yeah." "From now on, we're gonna be more discrete and use less muscle." "Now--Now think." "Where did Mario stash the stuff?" "I don't know." "I know where I'd hide it." "What did she do this time?" "Oh, my God." "Thank you very much." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Look at this." "Are you upset?" "Am I upset?" "Gino is gonna kill me for this!" "Lee, I'm really very sorry." "You're sorry?" "Sorry?" "You don't know Gino." "Gino can get mean sometimes." "I bet if we get right on this, we can have the whole thing repaired today." "Oh, my--Oh, look at it." "Ugh." "All right." "All right, that's a good idea." "Yes." "Good idea." "Let's do something positive, shall we?" "Let's do that." "Let's not talk about this anymore." "Good idea." "You only had this thing for 43 minutes" "We weren't gonna talk about this anymore." "Yeah." "Yes." "That's right." "Absolutely right." "Right." "Absolutely right." "Not gonna talk about it anymore, but" "Couldn't you stop?" "I mean, you rear-ended the guy." "Lee, before that nasty little phrase, 'woman driver' crops into this conversation could we please just drop it and get this car repaired?" "Please?" "Yes." "Thank you." "Yes, yes." "It would be awfully hard for me to pay for all of this..." "...but I'd like to try to split it with you." "No." "Amanda, no." "I got you into this." "You wouldn't have been driving the thing if it weren't for me, right?" "I can handle it somehow." "You're being awfully nice." "I really thought you were still pretty angry with me." "No, it's these body shops I'm really angry at." "I mean, get this." "Look." "'Thirty-seven dollars, paint." "One hood latch, 14.95." "One grill strip, 10.50.'" "Look at this. 'Labor, $750.'" "I'm in the wrong racket." "I know what you mean." "This one wants $956." "Oh, but this does include hand-buffing." "Why don't we just try some other places?" "No, it won't do any good." "Everybody will want an arm and a leg for this work." "I'm in the middle of an important case." "I don't have time left for this." "Let's just go with one of these estimates and get the thing fixed." "How about this one?" "It's the cheapest." "They said they could do it today." "Oh, $615 dollars." "What a bargain." "Come on, let's get out of here." "I'll follow you there and pick you up later to get the car." "Then tomorrow, you have got to get on those file deliveries." "What?" "What?" "Four valve stems, four dynamic wheel balancing..." "...four new wheels" "Just give me the whole amount, huh?" "Nine hundred and fifty-six dollars, on the bottom line." "No." "Here's your coffee, Lee." "Thanks, Ned." "Wow, sure you don't want something a little stronger?" "Oh, my gosh, $200 apiece." "Hey, lady, you think rubber grows on trees?" "Here, take your blood money." "Have a nice day." "Oh, Lee." "You shouldn't have bought those imported radials." "We should've gotten something cheaper." "Amanda, Gino is no fool." "He'd notice a different set of tires." "What did your guy say?" "Oh, I'm afraid it's bad news there too." "Station wagon won't be ready for a day." "Oh, I swear, I am gonna open up a garage when I retire." "Okay, look, this is the plan for today." "You keep the Stratford." "I will meet you tomorrow morning." "You'll have the hood fixed." "Then we take the damn thing back to Gino and pick up your car." "Then you will deliver those files." "You really think I should keep the car?" "I have to pick up Mother and the boys" "Amanda." "Yes?" "Just take the Stratford, okay?" "Okay, you're right." "So much has gone wrong already, I guess nothing else could possibly go" "Shh-shh." "Don't." "No more." "Right." "Let's go." "This is a loaner?" "When the station wagon had to go into the shop IFF arranged for me to drive this." "Oh." "The film companies certainly like to show off, don't they?" "Jamie, what are you eating back there, sweetheart?" "Granola bars, Mom." "I could have them as after-school snacks." "They're messy." "Wait until we get home to finish it." "Philip, you still have your muddy feet on that newspaper I put down for you?" "Yes, Mom." "Jeez, I didn't know riding in a big car would be such a drag." "Careful with the turn." "I will." "Here we go." "Mom, I think that's my" "Bike." "What?" "Oh, my gosh." "Oh, no." "Oh, no." "Oh, no." "Oh, my gosh." "Oh, would you look at that?" "You eighty-sixed the muffler, Mom." "Everything else looks all right." "What about my bike?" "You mean your ex-bike." "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart." "Now,listen, I think I better" " I probably better take the car into the shop." "Don't want people I work for to think I can't take care of it." "I'll get a new muffler right away." "Right now?" "I should do it now." "Don't forget the cleaners." "I'll go to the cleaners." "You boys put the bike in the garage and we'll take care of it later." "Sweetheart, don't ever leave your bike in the driveway again, please." "See you later." "Genius, put this in the garage." "Oh, my God." "God." "There." "Thank you very much." "Thank you." "Remember, it's guaranteed for 10 years." "Well, thank you, but I don't think I'll be keeping it that long." "Oh, Mrs. King." "Yes?" "Want this?" "What is it?" "It's the old muffler." "No, thank you." "That's it." "We've been through all the tires." "Nothing, Mr. Falcone." "Something ain't right." "Yeah?" "You what?" "No, stay where you are." "I'll send Benedict." "Your partner Petronus just lost his tail on the car." "Go meet him." "Where?" "He's at the deli you clowns like." "That broad is just a housewife, so she's probably in her neighborhood." "I want the two of you back here in an hour and bring that whole damn car." "Come on, move it." "Oh, no." "I don't believe this is happening." "Nice and quiet, lady." "Just take it nice and easy and nobody's gonna get hurt." "We just want the car, okay?" "What the hell are you doing?" "Will you get that stupid thing started?" "It would be a lot easier with the keys." "Come on, give me the keys." "Hurry up." "Now,you just stay right there, all right?" "You're gonna stay right there, huh?" "Lee Stetson, please." "Amanda?" "Oh, Lee, it's me." "I'm so glad you're there." "I was just coming out of the dry cleaner." "The two men who were in the accident were there." "They pulled a knife on me and stole it." "Well, are you okay?" "Yes, I think so." "All right, all right." "Now, you calm down." "Now, what did they take?" "They took my car." "I mean, your--Gino's car." "What?" "!" "Amanda." "Yes?" "Get a good look at these guys?" "Yes." "You're sure they're the same guys?" "Positive." "One was short and stocky and the other one was tall and skinny." "That hardly narrows it down." "Listen." "The tall skinny one was between 6'2 and 6'4 and he weighed about 170 pounds." "The short stocky one was only about 5'8 and I bet he weighed 180." "And they both had black hair." "Well, that's better, but you sure there's not anything else?" "Here, let me get these." "Yes, I'm sure there is something else." "Well, Lee, it's about that car." "It's been nothing but trouble since I got it." "Well" "First of all, the hood got dented in." "Then the wheels were stolen." "I had to take it to McLean's Muffler Shop for a new muffler." "Here." "Yeah." "I know." "I know it's been trouble, but I'm just glad that you're all right." "That's what's im" "Important." "Well, l" "Thank you." "Yeah." "And you're safe now so you can calm down." "I'm very calm." "Good." "Let's go." "Where are we going?" "Well, I don't wanna take any more time away from this terrorist assignment I'm on but I'm getting real curious." "And I think it's time we find out what's so important about that car." "Hey, Bruno, I want that windshield clean enough to have lunch on." "Hey, Lloyd, Mark, what are you doing?" "Beat your chest, your hearts will start." "Line those cars up straight." "Go." "Okay, boss." "We got it." "Parker?" "Parker, you get that wagon running yet?" "Not yet." "Got a solenoid problem." "Well, fix it." "How's it going, Joe?" "Okay, listen up, everybody!" "We're going to pass this inventory or you guys are gonna be doing tune-ups in Albuquerque." "You all hear me good?" "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, you got it." "Sure, sure." "Hi, Gino." "How is it going?" "Something about that smile makes me very nervous, Stetson." "Ma'am." "Hello." "How are the wheels?" "Oh, the wheels are just fine." "Yeah." "Gino, about that car." "Any paperwork on it?" "Might tie in with a case I'm working on." "Yeah, it's on my desk right now." "I'll get it." "Thanks." "ls he always like that?" "Who, Gino?" "Most of the time, he's not nearly as pleasant." "Oh, my gosh." "Here he comes." "Ha, ha, ha." "Some gun-toting meatball claiming to be Swedish rammed it through the entrance gate at the Canadian border." "Ran it right through the entrance gate?" "Yup." "Never even scratched it, though." "Not even a paint chip." "Didn't even dent the hood?" "Probably dented the hood and you might not have noticed..." "...when they brought the car in, beca" "Thanks." "Thanks a lot." "Ahem." "Thank you." "Thank you." "I don't know if it's gonna help or not, but I appreciate it." "You sure everything is okay with that car?" "It's great." "Great." "Just great." "It is." "Trust me." "You can trust him." "Yeah." "It's cherry, Gino." "Absolutely." "I mean, you know, that's it in a nutshell." "Cherry." "Yup." "She gets so excited." "What are we gonna do?" "Have a chat with a Swedish meatball." "Nothing?" "Wherever it is, it ain't here now." "Sure you looked everywhere?" "Everywhere." "Well, where is it?" "I don't know." "Lawyer says they got Mario on illegal passport a concealed weapon and resisting arrest." "No mention of narcotics." "Feds found nothing." "Keep going through it." "We've been through it." "Okay, there's only two possibilities." "Mario decided to get greedy, takes the stuff himself hides it in Canada, then gets arrested to cover it all up." "The only problem there is he knows he can't get away with it." "The minute that stuff hits the streets, Mario's ancient history." "Mario's not the smartest guy in the world, boss, but he ain't that dumb." "What's the other possibility?" "This Mrs. King." "She must've taken it." "Only one who had that car, outside of Mario." "All right." "Then we better pay a visit to this Mrs. King." "Maybe we ought to bait the trap a little bit." "Yeah." "Heh, heh, heh." "I think we ought to take the car back to her." "Ha, ha, ha." "Put it back together." "So you're from Sweden, huh?" "Yeah, that's right." "So why is a Swedish tourist on vacation..." "...carrying a loaded.45?" "Protection." "We read about violence in your country." "Oh, come on, Mario." "Let's cut the crap, shall we?" "Come on, huh?" "You tell me who I am." "I'll tell you who you are." "Here's who you are." "Here's who." "All phony." "Let's see." "Pietro Baldino, Italian dress designer." "Herbert Von Grossbach, German industrialist." "And a Mr. Nigel Taylor." "A British soccer player?" "Come on, Mario." "No idea what you're talking about." "I'm talking about the fact that you're really nothing but a flunky errand boy for whatever crime syndicate will pay you." "You're dreaming." "Oh yeah?" "I'm dreaming, huh?" "Well, everywhere you show up, you leave us evidence." "In Italy, you are linked with the Red Brigade." "In Munich, the Baader-Meinhof." "In England, the lRA." "Some real nice people, Mario." "Real nice." "Who you working for this time?" "You got all the answers, smart boy." "Why don't you tell me?" "All right." "You landed in Toronto." "You went straight to a dealership, paid cash for a vintage car." "Twenty-four hours later, you crashed it through the Custom's gate at Niagara Falls." "I told the police my foot slipped, the accelerator got stuck." "What can I tell you?" "Heh, heh, heh." "Yeah." "Right, right." "And then we brought you here." "And then a few days later, that car is stolen." "Why?" "What's in that car, Mario, huh?" "Kryptonite." "Oh, gosh." "Careful, Mom." "Sorry, sorry." "Don't want anything else broken." "We ought to take this to the bike shop, see if they can fix it." "Just bring Jamie to the bike shop, have him pick out a new bike." "I think we can get this one fixed." "The main problem is to try to get the wheel to get back in here." "If we can just bend these things apart." "Just pull, sweetie, pull." "Then Jamie will never leave his bicycle in the driveway again." "Will you?" "Yeah, you've seen how Mom drives." "Philip, why don't you help us pull this apart or else next time, I'll run over something of yours." "There's Mr. Billet and Stevie." "They're ready to take us to the movies." "Bye-bye, Mom." "Bye-bye, sweeties." "Be good now." "Goodbye, love." "Goodbye, Mother." "Good luck." "Thanks a lot." "Heh, heh." "Okay." "This is really" "Stetson's desk." "May I help you?" "Francine, it's Amanda." "Could I speak to Lee, please?" "Amanda." "Hello." "No, Lee isn't in right now." "But listen, if this is one of those suburban gossip calls, would I do?" "Francine, I really need to speak to Lee." "Oh, it's one of those calls." "Okay, hold on a second." "He's in interrogation." "I'll patch your through." "Hello?" "Lee, you'll never guess what just happened." "I'm not even gonna ask." "What is it?" "The car is sitting right out in front of my house." "What?" "The car." "It's sitting right out in front of my house." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "I'm positive." "Look, don't go anywhere in it." "Is it safe for me to swing by and check it out?" "Yeah, Mother and the boys are at a movie." "Okay, tell you what." "Go check for dents and things." "Make sure it's the same one." "I'll be by in a few minutes." "Right." "Okay, Mario, we just found the missing link." "What are you talking about?" "We have the car." "And I'm gonna go over that car inch by inch." "And you know what, Mario?" "If I find anything in that vehicle that even looks like it didn't come from the manufacturer you're gonna become a long-time resident in this joint." "You gave what to who?" "I borrowed a car from impound and gave it to Amanda." "You took federal evidence and gave it to a civilian?" "It was business, Billy." "Her car is in the shop and it was your idea to put her on the courier route." "Remember?" "Cut expenses?" "And now you can't find her or the car?" "All I know is somebody wants that car or what's in it pretty damn bad." "Yes?" "You were right about that Mario creep." "Computer tossed out something real good." "Whoa, who's Mario?" "The guy who had the car in the first place." "He's a nobody." "He might lead us to bigger fish." "What have you got?" "You're working with the Bolivian terrorist tie-in with Nick Falcone,right?" "Mm-hm." "So where does Mario fit in?" "Well, guess who lnterpol says Mario is working for now?" "Not Falcone?" "Yeah." "Billy, I think I know what's in that car." "If Falcone has Amanda, she's in bad company." "Scarecrow, I want you to climb all over this Mario and break him." "Now, Francine, I wanna find that car." "Tell everybody, top priority." "And Scarecrow you tell that pig Mario he's gonna fry if anything happens to Amanda." "You bet I will." "How is it that a housewife is driving a very expensive car from the government impound lot?" "Well, you see, my little boy, Jamie, dropped a little space creature down the window of my car." "I took it to my mechanic to" "Get to the point, Mrs. King." "I'm sorry." "He thought it would only take a few hours, but he decided it was gonna take longer so a friend of mine arranged for me to borrow that big car." "And why did you pick that big car?" "Oh, I didn't pick it." "It was the only one that was available." "Okay." "And when you got the car, did you notice anything unusual?" "Anything at all." "Um...." "The computer?" "Computer?" "Yes." "It has a computer in it that tells you how much gas you're gonna need how much farther to go, the temperature outside" "Listen, Mrs. King." "Let's cut the cat-and-mouse act and get to the point." "When that car crossed the border, the stuff was in it." "The feds hauled it here, the stuff was in it." "You take the car for a couple hours..." "...the stuff is gone." "What stuff?" "Three million dollars' worth of uncut nose powder." "That's what stuff." "Nose powder?" "Cocaine, Mrs. King." "Oh." "Oh." "Cocaine that we make a nice commission on for smuggling in and selling for some South American friends, oh." "Those Bolivian guys are gonna be hell if we don't get their dope back." "Oh, I got a feeling we'll find it." "You know what I think?" "No." "Heh, heh, heh." "I think that you and your friend who helped you get the car decided to do a little moonlighting." "Ha, ha, ha." "Oh, no." "Oh, yes." "Oh, no." "A $3 million rip-off, yeah." "No." "I think that after we took the tires you and your friend found my little package." "No." "I swear to you, that car is exactly the way it was when I got it except for the dented hood and the new tires and the new muffler." "Muffler." "That's right." "When we took the car apart, it had a new muffler." "What muffler shop did you go to, Mrs. King?" "Uh...." "I don't" "You know, we did some checking on you, Mrs. King." "You got a mother and two nice kids." "It would be a shame if something should happen to them." "Okay?" "Maybe I send Petronus over to babysit your two sons." "Did you find what you were looking for?" "Don't care about what's in the car anymore." "You guys make a big deal out of something you don't care about." "Let me make this simpler for you, huh?" "Until a little while ago, we didn't have much on you." "Just a couple of minor raps." "Well, things have changed." "Now it's a whole new ball game, lowlife." "What are you talking about?" "What?" "What I'm talking about is your friends out there in the street." "They took the car back again." "Only this time, they took somebody with them." "So what?" "That's none of my business." "It's not business anymore, Mario." "It is personal." "You understand me?" "Personal." "Now, they took a lady with that car." "So?" "So that lady happens to be a very, very good friend of mine." "Yo." "Couldn't forget this car." "Hi, Mrs. King." "Anything wrong with the new muffler?" "Yeah, we like the old one better." "Wait, close the door." "Close the door." "All right, all right." "Let's tie him up in the back." "Look, I don't know anything about a lady being kidnapped." "You got nothing on me." "I'm out of here in a couple days." "Let me tell you reality, pal." "Anything happens to her, anything at all I hope you do get out." "I'm gonna let every agent on this planet know who you are." "And sooner or later, my friend Mario, sooner or later, they are gonna find you." "And guess what." "You will not be coming back to jail." "Look, all I did was put the dope in the muffler and drive the car." "Muffler?" "Francine, tell Billy, McLean's Muffler Shop." "Meet me there." "Come on, come on, come on!" "Got it." "What about her?" "Bring her." "We'll kill her, then dump her and the car where nobody will find them." "Let's go, come on." "Hello?" "Hey." "Get rid of him." "Anyone here?" "Yeah." "Oh, hi." "How you doing?" "There an attendant around?" "I have my car here." "Come back tomorrow." "The place is closed." "You don't understand." "My car is here." "You know?" "I said take a hike, buddy." "Petronus, take him." "Billy, there's two in the garage." "Where are you going?" "I have to go with you." "I know where his hideout is." "Yeah." "All right, keep your eyes open." "He can't be far ahead." "There he is." "Oh, watch it." "Oh, no." "He's destroying Gino's car." "Come on." "Hang on." "Oh, Gino is definitely gonna kill me." "Do you know that?" "He is definitely gonna kill me." "Ow." "No, no, wait!" "No, no, no, not this one!" "No!" "No." "No!" "Lee!" "Lee." "Yeah?" "I wanna thank you for going with me to pick up the station wagon." "lt really does feel good to have it back." "No problem." "Here we go." "Hi, Gino." "What's going on?" "Hi, Stetson." "Ma'am." "Hello, Gino." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Where's the car?" "Oh, the Stratford?" "Yeah." "Yeah, we parked it out in front." "In fact, one of your boys should be bringing it along any time now." "As a matter of fact, here it comes."