"Margaret, you're my best friend." "You decide." "I'll trust you." "Anne, this opening is major." "It'll establish you as an important artist." "Yeah, sure." "Anne, come on." "Help me." "I hate when you ignore me." "Just choose." "You've got to pick the picture you like for the announcement." "There's that space again." "Why don't you check the pause statement between the segments?" "Okay, I'll go through it again." "Do you know what, Anne?" "You've got to pick one now." "Okay, that one." "I don't know." "I kind of like this one better." "It shows that girlish vulnerability of yours." "I can't be doing this now." "I've got a million things to do." "You've got to pick." "Anne." "Pick, please." "But you picked the announcement." "Where are you goin'?" "You're driving me crazy." "I need some input here." "Hey, call me." "This is going to the printer's tomorrow." "You want a ride?" "You want a ride?" "It's okay." "You get in with us." "We have beer!" "Okay?" "Mama, come on!" "Hey!" "I'm gonna tell you what your fuckin' problem is, okay?" "Hey, fuck you, Carelli!" "You motherfucker!" "That's how you talk to me?" "You turn your back on me?" ""Fuck, Carelli"?" "Don't turn your fuckin' back, I said!" "Fuck you!" "You hear me?" "Oh, fuck!" "Anthony!" "Yeah, yeah, you call Anthony." "Oh, yeah." "Nobody's gonna help you now." "Don't do nothin' stupid, Anthony." "You're gonna fuckin' pay!" "Good-bye, Anthony." "Yeah, Greek, waste him!" "I tell you that would happen?" "Greek!" "See that?" "Get her!" "What the fuck is that?" "Get her!" "What the fuck?" "Get her!" "Let's go." "What the fuck?" "Come on!" "That must be her car!" "Come on!" "Pauling, Justice Department." "You justice boys move fast in your private planes." "I'm Walker." "Where's my witness?" "Get this." "She doesn't even know who this is." "Jesus Christ." "Leo Carelli." "Don't let her leave without telling me." "Bob?" "Bob?" "It's me again." "Pick up." "Everybody's still over at the oil refinery," "Pickin' up blood samples." "Do you have any idea what this is?" "From the description it could be ours." "It could be Rianetti." "It doesn't matter anyway." "This is pure gold." "Anne?" "Hi, Babe." "We need a safe place for her." "You okay?" "Let's get out of here." "Hey, Freda." "Come on." "I'll bet you're hungry, baby." "Come on, kitty." "I'll feed ya." "There you go, Freda." "There you go, kitty." "Look, why don't you get some sleep?" "I'll bring you some dinner later on, okay?" "Anne?" "Anne?" "You want me to pop this in the microwave?" "Why don't you give me a couple of minutes?" "I don't really feel like pizza right now." "Okay." "What time is it?" "It's past 11:00." "You've been asleep for a long time." "Bob, do me a favor." "When you finish with that, would you take it downstairs to the kitchen and throw it out in the trash?" "I only wanted a bite." "I ate earlier." "We'll go skiing this weekend." "That'll take your mind off it." "You're late." "I'm sick about my car." "I had a dead battery." "I don't even want to go into it." "I had to call triple "A."" "Anyway, the cops show?" "Nope." "You're sure?" "You're absolutely sure they didn't show?" "A monkey in silks is still a monkey." "You deaf?" "I said no cops." "Would I fuckin' lie to you?" "You don't have to curse all the time." "I understand." "She's up there." "Where?" "Where up there?" "Right there." "Top window." "Come on." "You ready?" "Come on." "Come here, Freda." "Come on, Freda." "Shh!" "I thought that was a rat or somethin'." "I almost had a heart attack." "The wrong house?" "Huh?" "Oh, shit." "The cops are out there." "I'm afraid, miss Benton, You don't have a choice." "Your only option is a federal protection witness program." "For how long?" "That's up to Carelli's lawyers." "If they're smart, and they are smart, they could hold us up for months." "How many months?" "Oh, uh, six, eight, plus appeals." "When it's over, we'll get you into the F.B.I. program for witnesses against the mob." "They'll relocate you." "Start a whole new life." "With a new name and everything." "I don't want a new name." "Look." "You'll have the best." "The best of what?" "This is bullshit." "Call her a hostile witness." "Get an order for protective custody." "I hate to do that." "It's a lot of trouble." "Yeah, but it's better than her being dead." "Where's your bathroom?" "I'll buy that wig and your coat from you for $30." "There's a guy out there I don't want to deal with right now." "Understand what I'm saying?" "Yeah, I've been there, but it's gonna cost you 50 bucks." "Look, all I've got is 47." "I'm gonna need $5 For the bus, okay?" "Forty dollars." "I'll give you $40 for that." "Okay, so you owe me ten." "Here." "I don't know." "I mean, I don't know whether I should forget about it." "How ya doin'?" "I want a squad car outside her house." "I want you to check the bus station, yes, sir." "The train station and the airport." "I'm sorry, miss Benton, but I can't give you that much money without prior notice." "See, it's almost 3:30." "If you come back tomorrow" "How much can you give me right now?" "I guess we could manage 15,000." "That'll be fine." "I'm Margaret Mason." "They're good, aren't they?" "This is my gallery." "Are you interested in prices?" "They start at 20,000, the small pieces." "The larger" "I want that one." "Okay." "Can I take care of that for you, Milo?" "Yeah." "Here." "Be careful with it." "I got it." "Okay." "I'm sorry, Milo." "Do you think you can find the girl?" "Probably." "Margaret?" "Yeah, it's me, Anne." "Look, you have to go to my house and get Freda, okay?" "I can't talk to you now." "I'll try and get a hold of you later, all right?" "Bye." ""Killing is unavoidable, but is nothing to be proud of."" "Milo, try one of these." "Havanas." "They're the best." "I don't, uh, smoke." "Greek." "Thanks, boss." "Would you bring me up to date?" "The problem is, she got away from the cops." "If they hadn't let her slip, she'd be, uh" "How shall I put it?" "Dead." "That's how she'd be." "She'd be dead." "Stupid cops, you know." "I understand there was another opportunity." " We got her boyfriend." "That kills me." "Mr. Avoca talk to you about my extending my franchise?" "Yeah, how much did this thing cost?" "When are you gonna smarten up?" "That's an investment." "When the broad dies, the price goes through the roof." "Get out." "Never learn." "Anything." "Anything you want." "All I want is information." "How cold is the trail?" "Thirty hours." "Thirty fuckin' hours." "I think we should stop and get some food." "I hate Carelli, man." "I hate him." "Aren't you hungry?" "Have you ever been to In-N-Out Burger?" "There's something we haven't thought of yet." "Can't think on an empty stomach." "How do we find her?" "Hey, Milo, what do you think, huh?" "You got a view." "You got the bay." "You got an upstairs." "You find me that rag, take care of her for me," "I'd get ya a fuckin' boat." "What do you think?" "Can you work here all right, Mr. Milo?" "Yeah, I, uh- by noon tomorrow, I need, uh, a list of names, addresses of her friends, phone numbers, relatives." "I need, uh" " I need a phone company insider... to find out, uh, if any of them received any long-distance phone calls." "And, uh, I need three computers, uh, cross-referencing birth certificate duplicates, uh, social security applications, uh, new, last two days." "Uh- if I could think of anything else, I'll ask for it when I need it." "Simple." "My man John Luponi can get you anything you need, huh, John?" "He's my lawyer." "Who's the heat in this?" "It's a prosecutor from the Justice Department." "His name is Pauling." "Pauling's in love With mr." "Carelli." "Well, that's good." "Passion's a hard thing to conceal." ""Passion's a hard thing to conceal."" "Yeah." "My client is beginnin' to get nervous, mr." "Milo." "Yeah, I don't blame him." "Mr. Avoca would like to see this cleaned up too." "I'll get her." "Might take me a while." "I'll get her." "We're gonna be all night with this lipstick thing." "We really need a strong, clean tag line." "Something like "the ultimate driving machine" only... for lipstick." "How about you?" "You got any ideas or what?" "I might have an idea." "You got to get out of my department." "You've been here two months." "The trail is cold." "Anne Benton is probably dead." "Oh, yeah?" "Then how come Carelli is still lookin' for her?" "I've got it narrowed down to three cities" " Houston, Seattle or Washington, D.C." "If I know that, the mob knows it too." ""Art has visual aspects," ""is concerned with references exterior to the concept," ""as well as the concept." ""good conceptual art is concerned with just the concept." ""The known - an unknown, an unknown, a known and unknown is known and unknown." "That which is not known, an unknown, is known and unknown and not known" "What the fuck am I doin'?" "Conceptual art." "That's a bunch of shit." "I'm lookin' for a broad here." "Yeah, I'm looking for chicks." "Hey, you're lookin' good, Liza, huh?" "Ah, shit." ""Protect me from what I want." "Protect me... from what I want"?" "That's one of hers." ""Protect me from what I want." "Protect me-" oh, I got ya." "You know, Margaret, it's kind of like being a baby..." "And being born into the world." "If you're alive that day, That's a success." "Well, that's all I have to say for now." "Don't worry about me." "Everything's going to be fine." "Anne Benton?" "Anne Benton?" "That's her!" "Attention, golfers." "Don't forget." "This is "twofer" day - two hot dogs and two soft drinks for the price of one." "Take your men around that way." "Golfers, regarding the putting contest, in 15 minutes at hole number nine- two of you get across that bridge." "Every hole in one will win two free passes." "Over there." "See you there." "Negative." "Oh." "Oh." "Well, my goodness." "Your attention, please." "We have a little lost girl" "Well, goddamn!" "Son of a bitch!" "I can't believe this!" "You guys are Supposed to be the best in the world, and you can't even find a" "Hi, Margaret." "I've had to move again." "I traveled the last two days." "I'm tired." "An old art teacher of mine has a place for me to stay." "I can't tell you where I am, but I'll keep in touch." "There's the back door key under the mat." "You'll leave it there too." "I don't know what I did with the front door key." "This place belongs to a loony art collector from el Paso." "He never comes up here." "He just ships this stuff up from time to time." "I'm supposed to house-sit all this." "Water the plants." "Pick up the mail." "I'll be back in a few weeks." "I just got to get out of this city for a while." "There's a very nice bedroom right up those stairs." "You'll be real comfortable here." "I haven't seen Anne Benton in a long time." "Our forms aren't exactly simpatico." "Who did you say you were workin' for?" "I work for Bank of America." "I need 100 pieces for lobbies up and down the state here." "I really need to talk to Anne." "For banks Anne's stuff ain't any good." "It's too distracting, too literal." "Gets in the way of business as usual." "You need something less threatening, more abstract." "My friend, Laddie Dill- he works in concrete." "Yeah, I used to work in concrete too." "Shoes." "Art." "Ha." "Fuckin' artists." "Pinella, if I see you again, you're dead." "Pay this!" "Where the fuck do you think we are, 42nd Street?" "You see other people out here dressed like we are, huh?" "No, not really." "Well, then get in the fuckin' car." "Okay." "Get in the fuckin' car." "Just take it easy." "Milo." "Have a nice day, Milo." "Get in the fuckin' car." "Hey, Margaret." "It's me, I guess." "I haven't been able to get away from my work these days." "Busy, busy girl, but I've been thinking about my friends." "Thinking about you." "What ya lookin' at?" "It's a picture book." "See, it's the same place as there, the church." "Oh, God!" "It is." "Who is that?" "Georgia O'Keeffe." "Oh, I know her." "She's the one who paints those flowers that look like genitalia, right?" "That's it." "You got it." "They're pretty though." "I like 'em." "This is something else." "Must be scared, ridin' around in this thing, no?" "Why?" "Right." "Exploding, huh?" "I kind of like it, actually, you know." "We make great time." "Never get stopped." "Everybody gets out of our way." "We'll be in Canada in two days." "Really?" "Yeah." "That's far away." "Well - maybe you could do me a favor?" "I got this envelope." "Maybe you could mail this when you get to Canada?" "Come on, honey cakes." "Let's hit it." "It's for my ex-husband." "I don't want him to know where I am." "You know how it is." "Yeah, I know." "Just mail it?" "Yeah." "I gotta go." "Thanks a lot." "Take care." "Bye." "All right." "You too." "What the hell is that?" "I told that chick I'd mail it for her when we got to Canada." "So we're going to mail this when we Get to Canada?" "With american stamps?" "If you used your brain, like you used your ass, you'd be a genius." "Fuck off, Sparky." "Hi, Margaret." "It's me, I guess." "This time I actually believe I'm safe." "No one knows where I am, and eventually all this will be forgotten," "And I'll be forgotten too." "I don't know if I can be with people." "I don't know..." "if I'm fit for it anymore." "I'm cut off." "I'm losing my connection." "I do have this fantasy." "There's a" "There's a man in the dark." "I can see his face." "He's got a scarf around my neck, and I know I'm gonna die." "Nothing else makes any difference." "Leo, tell the boys." "No red wine on my white sofas." "Are you kidding me?" "I'm worried about going to fuckin' jail!" "You're worried about those stupid, fuckin' couches?" "Don't take your shit out on me, Leo!" "Then get the fuck outta here." "Go get your hair done or somethin'." "Get off my fuckin' ass." "Boss, I was thinking- Boss?" "Now, I'm- this fuckin' joint is bugged." "I tell ya a million times, you gotta make me a boss!" "How'd you like to be the fuckin' boss?" "Boss of what?" "Make me a fuckin' kingpin." "More bad news." "Nobody's seen Milo since yesterday." " So where is he?" " He's in New Mexico." "See, it's on the postmark there. "N.M."" "I don't understand what's goin' on with this guy, I'm tellin' ya." "He's not a fuckin' team player." "I can't put my fuckin' finger on it." "Let me go after her, boss- I'm sorry." "I forgot." "I won't fuck up." "I'm a team player." "What the fuck are you laughin' at?" "At least the kid asked to go." "Let him go." "You're a team player, huh?" "That's right." "You're a good fuckin' kid." "You're gonna go." "I'm gonna go." "Your wife mind if we have a cigar?" "Hey, cowboy." "What you doin' here?" "Huh?" "What are you doing here?" "That wasn't very smart, you taking off without a word to any of us." "You could have called me, Milo." "You could have called me." "Turn around." "Get in there." "Now, look- how did you get here?" "Tell me that you didn't fly to Albuquerque and rent a car." "Tell me you didn't do that!" "What did you expect me to do, walk?" "Huh?" "Now the police know we're here." "And that means they know Anne Benton's here." "Ya dumb asshole." "I'm not dumb." "I've been watching you, spying on her." "You're supposed to kill her." "And you're just watching." "What are you, some kind of pervert?" "Oh, Pinella." "Damn." "We haven't had a serious murder like this in seven or eight years." "You're going to have another one if you don't move fast." "You know this woman?" "You know what I'm here to do." "I know everything there is to know about you." "You know nothin' about me." "All you need to know about me is that I'm givin' ya a choice." "Either I finish ya now, or I let ya live." "And if I let ya live, your life is mine." "And you belong to me." "And if you go against me in any way," "I'll finish you." "The choice is yours." "Make it." "I wanna live." "Do you understand?" "Where?" "Who killed him?" "Who killed him?" "And where's Milo?" "Where is Mi" "They killed the fuckin' kid." "They killed that kid." "Shh!" "Who's Milo?" "I don't know." "We lost him." "Who the fuck is Milo?" "Mornin'." "Nah." "The lady will have half a grapefruit," "Dry whole wheat toast, glass of orange juice and a cup of mint tea." "We don't have any mint tea." "Black tea with honey then." "That's your fallback position." "Hey, hey, hey!" "I would like a couple of hamburger patties," "Medium rare, green salad and a cup of black coffee." "All righty." "Thanks." "You love mexican food." "You've had six old mustangs in the past eight years." "You got scars on your knees from a go-cart accident when you was a kid." "Uh, you send tapes instead of letters." "Your favorite movie- The last tango in Paris, huh?" "You're allergic to a certain kind of cosmetics, especially men's cologne." "No, no, no, no, no." "Be good." "Thank you." "Ah." "Yum." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Is this a kidnapping or what?" "Well, you could call it that." "What do you call it?" "I don't know." "Why didn't you just kill me the way you killed Bob?" "Oh, I didn't kill Bob." "I came on after that." "But you would've killed him, wouldn't you?" "Nah." "I would've killed you." "Why don't, uh," "You get comfortable, and, uh," "put your nightgown on?" "Jerk!" "Hey, Anne, would you like a coke from the machine or somethin'?" "Stupid." "Stupid shit!" "I always thought you was pretty." "But I never knew..." "how beautiful you were." "There's somethin' I wanna say to you." "There's somethin' goin' on here... that I really don't understand, but I like it." "I don't know shit." "But you know what I mean." "I know... that you know what I mean." "I'm just not good at talkin'." "Oh, God, look at you." "Okay." "You can trust me." "And I wanna be able to trust you." "Because I never loved nobody before now." "But I love you." "Anne, you want some breakfast?" "No." "You gotta eat somethin'." "I'm not hungry." "Well, come on." "We'll get somethin' later on the road." "Anne, you better cheer up." "I don't think you understand the situation." "All the rules have changed like that." "The sun is blue now, and the moon is red." "And the sky is green, and the sea is pink." "We're- we're in another world here." "I- if you were thinkin' of escaping', you're thinkin' of dyin'." "You made a choice." "It was the only choice that you had." "But you made it." "Not only are you a murderer and a rapist, but you're a pompous, fucking asshole." "I don't think you realize what I done for you." "I can't go back." "They're lookin' for me as hard as they're lookin' for you." "Probably harder." "You understand?" "They wanna kill us both!" "You gotta face some hard realities here." "That's the problem with you artists." " You got no sense of hard realities." " Milo" "You live in a dream world." "Ivory towers!" "Me, I'm from the street." "You wanna learn a sense of reality," "You don't sit in no fuckin' easy chair!" "You get out." "You pound the pavement." "You know, you really oughta listen to me when I'm talkin' to ya." "Aw, shit!" "Goddamn it!" "Anne, you got a tissue or somethin'?" "Should've brought that fuckin' scarf." "I can hear ya!" "Anne?" "Come on." "Anne, it's obvious where you are." "Come on." "I guess I owed you that one." "Come on." "Come on!" "You afraid of me?" "Afraid of you." "I'm not afraid of you." "What, afraid of some guy who's so hard up he's gotta kidnap a girl to have sex with her?" " Ah" " Don't touch me." "Christ, I ain't even had a date in 20 years." "I've had sex, but" "I done this all wrong." "Look, I'm" "I'm not so hot at feelings." "You know?" "Maybe you could, uh, you know, uh- teach me?" "You think that, uh, you could do that, Anne?" "You could, uh, teach me." "I can't believe you brought these." "Did you go through all of my drawers, huh?" "I bet you would look nice in them." "Is that what this is all about?" "You want me to put this all on for you, huh?" "Why not?" "I thought it would be fun." "I gave up my career for you." "I gave up my life." "You could do somethin' for me." "You put this shit on." "Fine." "Big man with a gun, huh?" "Here!" "Here!" "Hey!" "Not in there." "Here!" "Go on." "Oh, fine." "No problem." "I can do that for you." "You want me to be a- a hooker, Milo?" "A little playboy centerfold, huh?" "Vulgar little tart?" "Is that what you want?" "Oh, that would be nice." "A- and slow, uh- let me tell you a little something about men, Milo." "They have no imagination." "You have no imagination." "I do have imagination." "I can think of lots of things." "In fact, I'm, uh" "I'm thinkin' of a few of 'em right now." "You like this?" "You really like this, don't you?" "Mm-hmm." "I know." "Why don't I tie you up?" "That'd be exciting." "I'd like that." "Maybe, um, when we know each other better?" "Chicken." "It seems that our friend, Mr. Milo, has left the family circle." "And I think he's taken this girl, Anne Benton, with him." "That's impossible." "This guy Milo's a professional." "We don't even have his prints." "Professional hit men don't run off with their victims." "I thought you were gonna get me jeans." "There." "Come back to bed." "Milo?" "What?" "What?" "What's it like?" "What's "what" like?" "What's it like being a hit man?" "It's a job." "I don't think about it much." "What does it feel like doing a hit?" "You don't feel like anything." "You're too busy makin' sure everything goes okay." "Come on." "You don't feel anything?" "Let me put it to you this way." "I don't go out right afterwards and have a big meal or anything." "Listen." "You can't keep thinking I'm gonna do anything you want, 'cause I'm not." "You know?" "It's not fair." "It's not right." "This is my life, not yours." "No, this is not your life." "This is not my life, either." "This is our life." "Anne, under the table." "Out the front door." "What about the back door?" "Out the front, Anne." "They're covering' the back." "Hey!" "Mmm!" "That was no hit." "You wanna bite?" "Sure." "Mmm." "Mmm." "Mmm." "Mexican food." "There's a lot of cars passing us." "Maybe you oughta pull over and let me drive." "Why?" "You done good." "I'm proud of you." "This yours?" "Yeah." "I guess it is." "Mmm." "Love it." "Ahh!" "Gonna go unload the car." "Look around here." "Milo!" "W- w-what?" "There's this - there's a baby goat or lamb or something." "It's stuck in a crevice in the mountain." "Help me pull it out." "It's gonna starve." "It's all my fault." "Where, where?" "Come on." "That there is The Rocky Mountains." "No." "That's the back of the Jemez." "The what?" "The Jemez wilderness." "On the other side of that is Los Alamos." "Can you see everything?" "Look." "There's Chicago." "Hmm." "Tell me somethin' secret about yourself." "Mmm." "Like - you know, like somethin' you never... told nobody before." "I thought you knew everything about me." "Aw, come on." "Okay." "I'll tell you a secret I've never told anybody before." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "It's really embarrassing." "Yeah?" "Embarrassin'?" "It's disgusting." "Disgustin'?" "All right." "Mmm." "You know what food I get these terrible cravings for?" "This- this is so embarrassing." "It's all right." "Yeah?" "Well, I'll be sitting, eating dinner... at, like, the West Beach Cafe in Venice." "Yeah." "I'll have my- I'll have my arugula salad..." "And my half order of cappellini and bay scallops..." "And my glass of white wine." "And then?" "And then suddenly..." "I have to have a hostess snowball." "A what?" "I especially like the pink ones." "Oh, Anne." "Good night." "Good night, Anne." "Ooh." "Oh." "Mmm." "Thank you." "Not yet." "You were right." "They are disgustin'." "I been thinkin'." "You know the safest place for us?" "Where?" " New Zealand." " Milo!" "No, I'm serious." "New Zealand, that's the place." "There's hardly any people." "There's lots of sheep." "You'll love it." "We could take a cargo boat." "It's kinda like a sea cruise, only better." "Fewer assholes." "Oh, as if your mafia friends are just gonna let us take a little cruise, huh?" "Hey, I can fix it." "Milo, let's get real here for a second." "I can do other things besides killing' people, you know." "I, uh- I own... a large chain of laundromats." "I, uh" "I could do electrical work, carpentry" "That's fine for you, but what about me?" "I mean, I need people." "I need museums, galleries." "I need a cultural environment" "Ooh, "a cultural environment."" "Yeah." "Who's the pompous asshole now?" "What a load of crap!" "Crap?" "Wait a minute." "That's- that's my work." "I mean, that's my life." "I'm an artist." "You think you're an artist." "Let me tell you about art, baby." "You're gonna tell me about art?" "What you know about art would fit in a thimble." "Art is Charlie Parker." "Art is "Hieronymus" Bach, or whatever his name is." "Now, you call yourself an artist, but your art don't exist without a wall socket to plug it into!" "Oh, God, what a moron!" "You're a moron and a philistine, you know that?" "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Well, I got an idea for you!" "Why don't you just go back to the land of fuckin' wall sockets?" "Maybe I will." "Fine." "Fine!" "Well, fine." "H- here's the fuckin' keys." "Go on!" "I'm goin'." "And take these fuckin' snowballs with ya!" "Hah!" "Milo, listen." "How'd they find us?" "Who else knows about this place?" "It was a gift from my employer." "Oh." "Okay, I admit it." "I fucked up." "You happy now?" "Where does this road lead to?" "It's a dead end." "All right, stop." "Ah, thank God." "You know how to fly one of these things?" "What?" "No!" "It's lucky I do, huh?" "Hey, yeah." "Lucky I do." "Get in there." "You're all right, Milo." "Yeah, I hope you're right." "Wait here a minute." "Okay?" "Here, ya vicious son of a bitches!" "This whole area here..." "Used to be a city- Anasazi Pueblo." "Thousands of families lived here." "It was like fuckin' L.A." "Those cliffs over there?" "Used to be the waterfront." "The navajos say they had the largest navy in the world." "This was all under water." "Then one day, The Rocky Mountains rose and the ocean left." " But that was over 200 million years ago." " Uh-huh." "Oh, shit!" "Milo, honey, about that fight we had- I want to work this out just in case" "You know." "Forget it." "Anne!" "Okay!" "I thought you didn't smoke." "I don't." "What's the plan, Milo?" "What do we do now?" "I don't think there's anything that we can do." "What do you mean?" "I think we've played this out as far as we're gonna be allowed." ""Allowed"?" "You don't know these people like I do." "Shit." "I was the one that was livin' in the dream world." "Come back to the party, Milo." "You're a hit man, for Christ's sake." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means you hit people." "Hit them." "Oh, sure." "Just hit a couple mafia dons..." "And their Beverly Hills lawyers." "Sure, yeah." "Why not?" "Yeah." "Exactly." "Why not?" "Leo!" "Grace, if you don't get the fuck out of here, there's gonna be more than red wine spilled... on those white fuckin' couches." "Fuckin' dead." "I'm dead." "Shit!" "Fuck." "You think the old man knows about the helicopter yet?" "Presumably." "I imagine that'll be Avoca now." "Greek, get that." "If it's for me, I ain't here." "Hello." "Who?" "Have you, uh - have you thought about taking a vacation, Leo?" "You and Grace?" "I got friends in South Africa." "It's him." "It's him." "It's Milo." "Gimme that phone." "Hello." "Milo, it's you?" "Yeah, where are you?" "Where's the girl?" "I killed her." "I wanna do a deal." "Uh, hello, mr." "Milo." "This is John Luponi." "Are you sure you've killed this girl?" "We had the impression you were fairly close." "I may have lost it for a minute, but not now." "I killed her as an act of good faith..." "And I expect some consideration in return." " What do you want?" " I wanna talk." "Get him here." "Get him here." "We wanna talk too, mr." "Milo." "Why don't you come over here?" "We were just sittin' down for lunch." "A nice, friendly lunch." "Ha, ha!" "No way." "I'll meet you in the high desert" " Lancaster." "No, that's out of the question, Milo." "Uh, why don't we meet at my office?" "Whatcha think I am, stupid?" "Think of some other place." "Someplace nice, open." "What about San Pedro?" "Where you popped Rianetti?" "The refinery." "That's good." "Do you know where San Pedro is, where the refineries are?" "No, I don't." "No, I don't want" "Hey, that's our last offer, asshole!" "Take it or get fucked!" "It's easy to find, Milo, and it would be convenient for all of us." "All right." "Bring, uh" " You come, Luponi, and bring Greek." "Ask him when." "Oh, yes." "What time, Milo?" "Five hours from now." "That's a long time, Milo." "I gotta get there first." "We got a confession of two murders." "Four hours to get into place." "Let's go." "I want this fuck." "I want this fuck." "I wanna make him see red rats." "We got him." "Yeah." "It's Carelli's car." "Oh, yeah." "Seen any heat?" "We're clean." "All right." "Try not to sweat so much, Leo." "You could short out your wires." "Where the fuck are they, huh?" "Look at all these pink ribbons, boss." "Follow those, Greek." "Be careful, Greek." "Put it down." "Good boy." "Liquid hydrogen." "One spark's all it takes." "Whole place could go up." "So, you go up too!" "So what?" "Huh?" "How ya been, Milo?" "You're lookin' good." "Hey, I feel good, Greek." "Feelin' good." "Go in there and finish it." "Let's go." "Come on." "Let's move it." "Come on!" "He was gonna shoot you, Milo!" "Not Luponi." "Luponi wasn't dangerous." "These are the dangerous ones!" "Come on." "Move it!" "Move it!" "Come on, boss." "Milo's all right." "What's the matter with this trigger-happy little bitch?" " You know what?" "I'm gonna shoot you too!" " Fuck this!" "Shoot him!" "Shoot him." "He's getting away." "Anne, shut the fuck up!" " Go on." " Thanks, Milo." "What, are you gonna leave me, you fuck heads?" "Ta-da." "Hey, boss, how come they're not followin' us?" "Move in, men, move in." "Out of the car!" "Put your hands on your head." "Move!" "Move!"