Catchfire (1990) - full transcript

( Slow music playing )

Woman: Margaret,

you're my best friend.

You decide. I'll trust you.

Woman ♪2: But, Anne,

this opening is major.

It'll establish you

as an important artist.

Anne: Yeah, sure.

Anne, come on, help me.

I hate when you ignore me.

Just choose. Choose one.

You've got to pick the picture that

you like for the announcement.

There's that space again.

Why don't you check the pause statement

in between the segments, okay?

Okay, I'll go through it again.

( Computers beeping )

Do you know what, Anne?

You gotta pick one now.

- Yeah, 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 right 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 going?

You're driving me crazy.

I need some input here.

Hey, call me! This is going

to the printers tomorrow.

( Slow music playing )

- ( tire explodes )

- ( horns honk )

( tires squeal )

- ( hubcap rattling )

- ( horns honking )

( tires squeal )

- ( horn honking melodically )

- Man: Hey, you want a ride?

- Lady, you want a ride?

- It's okay. You get in with us!

( Continues, indistinct )

Both: Hey, mama, come on! Yeah!

( Men laughing )

( tires squealing ) - (

horn honks melodically )

Man: 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 fucking back!

- Hey, come on!

- You hear me? Huh? Huh?

- What the fuck you think you're doing?

Oh, fuck! Anthony!

- Yeah, yeah, you call Anthony.

- What the fuck?!

- Nobody's gonna help you now.

- Don't do nothing stupid, Anthony.

My fucking face!

- No!

- ( knife slashing )

( gagging )

( growling, spitting )

- ( man crying, wailing ) -

Carelli: Good-bye, Anthony.

Yeah, Greek, waste him!

( Both firing )

I tell you that would happen?

Quick! Hey!

Get her! What the fuck is that?

Get her!

( Firing )

( bullet zinging )

- ( bullet zinging )

- Carelli: Get her!

( Gun firing )

Carelli: Go!

- Fuck... you!

- ( horn honking )

( fence rattling )

( semi honking )

( car honking )

That must be her car! Come on.

Pauling, Justice Department.

You Justice boys move fast

in your private planes.

Oh. 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.

Walker: oil refinery

picking up blood samples.

Any idea who the victim was?

From her description, it could

be Avras, could be Rianetti.

Eh, it doesn't matter anyway.

This is pure gold.

Anne? Hi, babe.

Pauling: Gotta find a

safe place for her.

- Walker: Wait a minute...

- You okay?

- Let's just get out of here.

- ( meowing )

Hey, Frida, come on.

Ain't you hungry, baby?

Come on, kitty. I'll feed you.

- ( Cat meows )

- ( sighs )

( meowing )

( beeps )

There you go, Frida.

There you go, kitty.

Look, why don't you

get some sleep?

I'll bring you some dinner

later on, okay?

Anne?

Mmm.

Should I pop this

in the microwave?

Oh, why don't you give me

a couple minutes, okay?

I don't know that I 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.

It'll take your mind off it.

( Distant dog barking )

Ahhh!

You're late.

Oh, I'm sick about my car.

I had a dead battery.

I don't even want to go into it.

I had to call AAA.

It's... anyway,

did the cops show?

Nope.

You're sure... I mean,

you're absolutely sure

that 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, huh?

I understand.

She's up there.

Where?

Where up there?

Right there, top window.

- Come on. Come on.

- You ready?

( Cat meows )

Come here, Frida.

Come on, Frida.

Oh.

( Growling )

( doorknob rattling )

- ( floorboards creak )

- ( cat growls )

- ( cat growls )

- Oh, shit.

- I thought that was behind us or something.

- Shh!

I almost had a heart attack.

( Guns firing )

( tires squealing )

Wrong house?

( Car doors slamming )

- No.

( Indistinct police radio )

Oh, shit,

the cops are out there.

( Doorknob rattling )

Pauling: I'm afraid, Miss Benton,

you don't have a choice.

Your only option is the Federal

Protection Witness Program.

For how long?

Well, 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?

Aw, six, eight, plus appeals.

Then when it's over, we'll

get you in the FBI program

for witnesses against the mob.

We'll relocate you.

You'll start a whole new life

with a new name and everything.

I don't want a new name.

Look, you'll have the best.

( Sighs )

Best of what?

This is bullshit.

( Sighs )

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 the bathroom?

( Sighs )

( toilet flushes )

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.

You understand what I'm saying?

Yeah, I dig that, but it's

gonna cost you 50 bucks.

Look, all I've got is... is 47.

Except, um, I'm gonna need

$5 for the bus, okay?

$40? I'll give you $40 for that.

Okay, so you'll owe me 10.

Here.

( Men chattering )

( change clanking )

How you doin'?

( Distant siren wailing )

I want a squad car

outside her house.

- I want you to check the bus station.

- Yes, sir.

Train station and the airport.

Oh, 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?

Uh, 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.

( Distant siren wailing )

Can I take care

of that for you, Milo?

Yeah, here.

Be careful with it, Frankie.

Uh, yeah. I got it, okay.

I'm sorry, Milo.

You think you can find the girl?

Probably.

( Pay phone dinging )

( propeller spinning )

Margaret?

Yeah, it's me, Anne.

Look, you have to go

to my house and get Frida, okay?

I can't talk to you now. I'll try and

get a hold of you later, all right?

Bye.

Man: "Killing is unavoidable",

"but is nothing to be

proud of." ( laughing )

Milo, try one of these.

Havanas... they're the best.

I don't smoke.

Greek.

Thanks, boss.

( Sniffs )

Would you bring me up to date?

Man: Well, the problem is

she got away from the cops.

If they hadn't let her slip,

she'd be... how shall I put it?

Dead... that's how she'd be.

She'd be dead.

The stupid cops, you know.

I understand there was

another opportunity.

We got her boyfriend.

( Iaughing ) That kills me.

( Iaughing )

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.

- Eh!

- Never learn.

Anything... anything you want.

All I want is information.

How cold is the trail?

30 hours. 30 fucking hours.

I think we should stop

and go 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... there's something

we haven't thought of yet.

Can't think on an empty stomach.

How do we find her?

Carelli: Hey, Milo,

what do you think?

Huh? They got a view.

They got the bay.

They got an upstairs.

You find me that rag,

take care of her for me,

I can get you a fucking boat.

What do you think?

Can you work here all right,

Mr. Milo?

Yeah, I...

By noon tomorrow, I need...

a list of names,

addresses of her friends,

phone numbers, relatives.

I need... I need

a phone company insider

to find out

if any of them received

any long-distance phone calls.

And I need three computers,

cross-referencing

birth certificate duplicates,

Social Security applications.

New... last two days.

Uh...

If I can think of anything else,

I'll ask for it when I need it.

Simple.

My man John Luponi will 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.

Name's Pauling.

Pauling's in love

with Mr. Carelli.

Milo: That's good.

Passion's a hard thing

to conceal.

"Passion's

a hard thing to conceal."

( horn blowing ) -

( gulls squawking )

( distant dog barking )

( phone ringing )

Yeah?

Luponi: My client is beginning

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. May take me a while.

I'll get her.

( Saxophone playing )

We're gonna be all night

with this lipstick thing.

We really need

a strong, clean tagline.

Something like:

"The ultimate driving machine,"

only for lipstick.

How about you?

You got any ideas or what?

I might have an idea.

You gotta get out

of my department.

You've been here almost two months.

Her trail is cold.

Anne Benton is probably dead.

Oh, yeah? How come Carelli's

still looking for her, huh?

Huh? I've got it narrowed down

to three cities.

She's either in Houston,

Seattle or Washington, D.C.

If I know that,

the mob knows it too.

Milo: Art.

"Its digital aspect"

is concerned with references

exterior to the concept

as well as the con-cept.

Good conceptual art

is concerned

with just the con-cept.

The known, an unknown,

an unknown, a known, an unknown

is known and then known.

That which is not known

and then known is known

"and then known

and unknown and on."

What the fuck am I doing?

Conceptual art.

( Muttering )

Little broad here.

Here, the chick.

Hey, you're looking good, Liza.

Huh?

"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 you.

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've got to say for now.

( Sighs )

Don't worry about me.

Everything's going to be fine.

( Beeps )

Pauling: Anne Benton!

Anne Benton?

It's her!

Woman over P.A.:

Attention, golfers!

Don't forget,

this is twofer day!

Two hot dogs, two soft

drinks for the price of one.

Just take your men

around that way.

( Woman over P.A. continues )

( children laughing )

The two of you,

get across that bridge.

Hey, go!

Someone over there.

Woman over P.A.: See you there!

( Grunts )

Oh!

( Panting )

( child calling out )

Woman over P.A.:

Your attention, please.

We have a little lost girl

at the drink counter.

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... ah!

- ( static over radio )

( distant train whistle

blowing )

( blowing )

( saxophone wailing )

( bouncing )

( crossing signal dinging )

Anne: 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.

I left the back-door key

under the mat.

You'll leave it there too.

Uh, 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

and 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 gotta get out

of this city for a while.

There's a very nice bedroom

right up those stairs.

You'll be real comfortable here.

( Chain saw revving )

I haven't seen Anne Benton

in a long time.

Our forms aren't

exactly simpatico.

Who did you say

you were working for?

Oh, 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.

Oh, I...

Fuckin' artists.

Pinella, if I see you again,

you're dead.

And 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 fucking car!

- Okay.

Get in the fucking car.

Just take it easy. Milo?

- Have a nice day, Milo.

- Get in the fucking car.

Hey, Margaret.

It's me, I guess.

( Sighs ) I haven't been able to

get away from my work these days.

Busy, busy girl.

I've been thinking

about my friends.

Thinking about you.

( Brakes squeal )

What you lookin' at?

Oh, it's a picture of... see, it's the

same place as there, the church.

Oh, God, it is. Who is that?

Uh, Georgia O'Keeffe.

Oh, I know her.

She's the... 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.

God, this is something else.

Must be scared riding around

in this thing, no?

Oh, why? ( Imitates explosion )

Exploding?

I kind of like it, actually.

You know?

I mean, we make great time.

Never get stopped.

Everybody gets out of our way.

Shit, we'll be in Canada

in two days.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- That's far away.

- Well...

Look, maybe you

could do me a favor.

I got this envelope. Maybe you could

mail this when you get to Canada?

Come on, honeycakes.

Let's hit it.

It's for my ex-husband

and I just don't want him

to know where I am, you know?

- You know how it is.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know.

- Just mail it?

- Yeah.

( Horn honks ) - Okay, I gotta go.

All right.

- Thanks a lot.

- Bye.

- Take care.

- All right, you too.

- ( Engine starts )

- Man: What the hell is that?

I told that chick I'd mail it

for her when we got to Canada.

Oh, so we're gonna mail this

when we get to Canada

with American stamps?

If you used your brain like you

use your ass, you'd be a genius.

Fuck off, Sparky.

Anne: 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

and I'm losing my connection.

I do have this fantasy.

There's... 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 going to die.

And nothing else

makes any difference.

Leo, tell the boys,

no red wine on my white sofas.

Are you kidding me or what?

I'm worried about going

to fucking jail,

you're worried about

the stupid fucking carpet?

Don't take your shit

out on me, Leo.

Get the fuck out of here. Go get

your hair done or something.

Get out of my fuckin' ass.

- Boss, I was thinking that...

- Boss?

Now I'm a...

This fucking joint is bugged!

I tell you a million times.

You gotta make me a boss?

How'd you like to be

the fuckin' boss?

Boss of what?

Make me a fucking kingpin.

Well, more bad news.

Nobody's seen Milo

since yesterday.

So where is he?

New Mexico.

See, it's on

the postmark there... N.M.

I don't understand what's going on

with this guy, I'm telling you.

He's not a fucking team player. I

can't put my fucking finger on it.

Let me go after her, boss.

I'm sorry... forgot.

I won't fuck up.

I'm a team player.

( Chuckling )

What the fuck

are you laughing at?

At least the kid asked to go.

Let him go.

You're a team player, huh?

That's right.

Good fucking kid.

You're gonna go.

( Pinella laughing )

I'm gonna go.

( Pinella continues laughing )

Your wife mind

if we have a cigar?

( Drums beating )

( men chanting )

( man hooting )

( man hoots )

Hey, cowboy.

What you doin' here?! Huh?

What are you doing here?!

That wasn't very smart, huh...

You taking off

without a word to any of us?

You could have told me, Milo.

- You could've told me, Milo.

- Pinella! Pinella.

- What?

- Get in there.

Pinella, look,

how did you get here?

Tell me that you didn't fly to

Albuquerque and rent a car.

Tell me that you didn't do that.

Well, what did you

expect me to do, walk? Huh?

Now the police know we're here.

And that means that they know

that Anne Benton's here.

You dumb asshole.

I'm not dumb. I've been

watching you spying on her.

You're supposed to kill her.

( laughing )

And you're just watching.

What are you,

some kind of pervert?

Oh, Pinella.

( Muted hooting continues )

( wooden board jostles )

( muted cheering )

( water stops )

Damn, we haven't had a serious murder

like this in seven or eight years.

Well, you're gonna have another

one if you don't move fast.

You know this woman?

( Whimpers )

You know what I'm here to do.

I know everything there is

to know about you.

You know nothing about me.

All you need to know about me

is that I'm giving you a choice.

Either I finish you now

or I let you live.

And if I let you 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'm gonna live.

Do you understand?

( Whimpers )

( doors slamming )

( indistinct police radio )

( kicking door )

( police radio continues )

( door closes )

Where?!

Who killed him?!

Who killed... and where's Milo?!

- Where is Mi...

- ( clicking )

- They killed the fucking kid. They killed that kid.

- Shh.

Who's Milo?

( Tapping ) I don't know.

We lost him.

- Who the fuck is Milo?

- ( reporters clamoring )

'Morning.

Nah.

The lady will have

a half a grapefruit,

dry whole wheat toast,

a glass of orange juice,

and a cup of mint tea.

We don't have any mint tea.

Uh, black tea with honey, then.

That's your fallback position.

Hey, hey, hey!

I would like a couple

hamburger patties medium-rare,

a green salad

and cup of black coffee.

- All right.

- 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.

( Slurping )

Yum.

Anne: Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Is this a kidnapping or what?

Well, you could call it that.

Well, 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 have killed him,

wouldn't you?

Nah.

I would have killed you.

What the...

You get comfortable

and...

put your nightgown on.

Jerk.

Hey, Anne?

Would you like a Coke

from the machine or something?

( Muttering )

( distant traffic sounds )

I always thought you was pretty.

But I never knew

how beautiful you were.

There's something

I want to say to you.

There's something going 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 talking.

Oh, God, look at you.

Okay.

You can trust me.

And I want to 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 something.

I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on, you'll get

something later on the road.

Milo: Anne, you gotta cheer up.

I don't think that you

understand the situation here.

All the rules

have changed like that.

The sun is blue now

and the moon is red,

the sky is green

and the sea is pink.

We're...

We're in another world here.

If you are thinking of escaping,

you're thinking of dying.

You made the 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 looking for me as hard

as they're looking for you...

Probably harder.

You understand?

They want to kill us both.

You got to face

some hard realities here.

That's the problem

with you artists.

You got no sense

of hard realities.

- You know. You live in a dreamworld.

- Milo?

Ivory towers.

Me, I'm from the street.

You want to learn

a sense of reality,

you don't sit

in no fucking Eames chair.

You get out,

you pound the pavement.

( Footsteps )

You know,

you really ought to listen to

me when I'm talking to you.

( Distant train whistle

blowing )

Ah, shit!

God damn it! Anne, you got

a tissue or something?

Should have brought

that fucking scarf.

( Machine shuts off )

( door sliding closed )

I can hear you!

Anne?

Come on.

Anne, it's obvious

where you are. Come on.

I guess I owed you that one.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

- You afraid of me?

- Afraid of you?

I ain't afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of you.

What, afraid of a guy

who's so hard up,

he's got to kidnap a girl

to have sex with her?

- Anne.

- Don't touch me.

Christ, I don't know. 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, you know,

teach me?

You think that

you could do that, Anne?

You could teach me.

( Bird squawking )

I can't believe

you brought this.

What, did you go

through all of my drawers, huh?

I bet you would

look nice in them.

Is that what this

is all about, then?

What, 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.

Now you could do

a little something 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. Huh?

You want me to be

a hooker, Milo?

A little "Playboy"

centerfold, huh?

Vulgar little tart?

Is that what you want?

Oh, that would be nice.

Uh, 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...

I'm thinking

of a few of them right now.

( Iaughs )

You like this?

You really like this, don't you?

( Iaughs ) Mm-hmm.

I know.

Why don't I tie you up?

That would 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.

Pauling: That's impossible.

This guy Milo is a professional.

We don't even have his prints.

( Sighs )

Professional hit men don't

run off with their victims.

( Distant traffic sounds )

( birds singing )

( door unlocking )

I thought you were

going to get me jeans.

( Iaughs )

Come back to bed.

( Sighs )

- Anne: Milo?

- 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?

It don't feel like anything.

You're too busy making sure

everything goes right.

Come on.

You don't feel anything?

Let me put it to you this way...

I don't go out right afterwards,

have a big meal or anything.

Listen,

you can't keep thinking that I'm going

to 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.

- ( Man grunting )

- ( guns firing )

( women screaming )

- Out the front door.

- What about the back door?

Out the front, Anne!

They come in the back.

- ( Both firing )

- ( woman grunting )

( woman grunting )

Hey!

Hey!

- ( dogs barking )

( coyote howling )

( laughing )

That was no hit.

You want a bite?

- Sure.

- Mmm.

Mmm! Mmm!

Mexican food.

( Giggling )

There's a lot of cars

passing us.

Maybe you ought to pull over,

let me drive.

- All right.

- You done good.

I'm proud of you.

Is this yours?

Eh, I guess it is.

Mmm. Love it.

( Iaughs )

( grunts )

Gonna go unload the car.

Look around here.

( Bleating )

Anne: Milo?

- ( Panting )

- Oh, hold on.

There's this... there's a baby

goat or a lamb or something.

It's stuck in a crevasse

in the mountain.

You've got to help me

pull it out... it's stuck.

- It's gonna starve.

- Where, where, where?

Come on!

( Bleating )

( Milo grunting )

Oh, okay.

( Birds chirping )

Milo: That there's

the Rocky Mountains.

Anne: No.

That's the back of the Jemez.

The what?

The Jemez wilderness. On the other

side of that is Los Alamos.

( Iaughs )

Can you see everything?

Look, there's Chicago.

Mmm.

Milo: Tell me something

secret about yourself.

- Mmm, like...

- No, like something

you never told nobody before.

I thought you knew

everything about me.

Oh, come on.

Okay.

I'll tell you a secret

I've never told anybody before.

Yeah?

Yeah. It's really embarrassing.

Yeah, embarrassing?

( Iaughs ) It's disgusting.

Disgusting?

- Mmm.

- All right.

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 capellini and bay scallops

- and my glass of white wine...

- Yeah?

And then suddenly

I have to have

a Hostess Sno Ball. ( laughs )

( laughs ) What?

I especially like the pink ones.

( Iaughs )

Oh, Anne.

Good night.

Good night, Anne.

Mmm.

Thank you.

I like it.

Milo: You were right.

They are disgusting.

I've been thinking.

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.

- ( laughs )

We could take a cargo boat.

It's kind of like a sea cruise,

only better.

Fewer assholes.

Oh, as if your mafia friends

are just going to 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.

Yeah, well, that's fine for you.

But what about me?

I mean, I need people.

I need museums,

I need galleries,

I need a cultural environment.

Ooh, a "cultural environment."

Yeah.

Who's the pompous asshole now?

I mean, 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.

Oh, 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, like, a thimble.

Art is Charlie Parker.

Art is Hieronymous Bosch,

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 right back to

the land of fucking wall sockets?

Maybe I will.

Fine.

Fine.

Well, fine, here...

Here's the fucking keys.

- Go on.

- I'm going.

( Car starts )

And take your fucking

Sno Balls with you!

Ha!

( Playing )

Milo! 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?

( Brakes squeal )

Where does this road lead to?

It's a dead end.

All right, stop.

( Bleating )

Ah, thank God.

You know how to fly

one of these things?

What? No.

Lucky I do, huh?

- ( Milo laughs )

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I do.

Get in there.

You're all right, Milo.

Yeah, I hope you're right.

- ( Blades whirring )

- Wait here a minute.

Hang on.

You vicious son of a bitches!

( Firing ) - (

brakes squealing )

( bullets zinging )

- ( helicopter rising )

- ( all firing )

( bullets zinging )

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 Navaho state.

They're the largest

navy in the world.

This was all underwater.

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 really want to work this

out, just in case, you know.

Forget it.

- ( Firing )

- Anne!

( Bullets zinging )

Milo: 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 played this out as far

as we're going to be allowed.

Allowed?

You don't know

these people like I do.

Shit, I was the one that was

living in the dreamworld.

Anne:

Come back to the party, Milo.

You're a hit man,

for Christ's sake.

Milo:

What's that supposed to mean?

Anne: 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 going to be more

than red wine

spilled on

those white fucking couches.

Fucking dead. I'm dead.

Shit!

Fuck.

You think the old man

knows about the helicopter yet?

Presumably.

( Phone ringing )

I imagine that'll be Avoca now.

Greek, get that.

If it's for me, I ain't here.

Hello?

Who?

Have you... have you thought

about taking a vacation, Leo?

You and Grace?

I got friends in South Africa.

Greek: It's him.

It's him... it's Milo.

Give me that phone.

Hello?

Milo, it's you?

Yeah, where are you?

Where's the girl?

I killed her.

I want to 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 here.

What do you want?

I want to talk.

Get him here. Get him here.

Well, we want to talk too,

Mr. Milo.

Why don't you come on over here?

We were just sitting down for

lunch... a nice friendly lunch.

( Iaughs ) No way.

I'll meet you

in the high desert... Lancaster.

That's out

of the question, Milo.

Uh, why don't we

meet at my office?

What you think I am, stupid?

Think of some other place,

Luponi... 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, 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... 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.

( Sighs )

Let's go.

I want this fuck.

I want this fuck.

I want to make him see red rats.

- We got him.

- Greek: Yeah.

( Door dinging )

That's Carelli's car.

Man: Oh, yeah.

Seen any heat?

- We're clean.

- All right.

Luponi: Try not to sweat so much, Leo.

You could short out your wire.

Where the fuck are they, huh?

Greek: Hey, look at all

these pink ribbons, boss.

Carelli: Follow those, Greek.

( Machines whirring )

( motor humming )

( metal clanging )

Be careful, Greek!

Put it down.

Good boy.

Liquid hydrogen.

One spark's all it takes.

Whole place could go up.

Carelli: So? You'd go up too!

So what? Huh?

How you been, Milo?

You're looking good.

Hey, I feel good, Greek.

Feeling good.

( Rifle fires ) - ( grunts )

( cocks rifle )

Go in there and finish it.

Hey, let's go!

Man: Come on, let's move it!

Come on.

Oh, he was going

to shoot you, Milo.

Not Luponi...

Luponi wasn't dangerous.

These are the dangerous ones.

All: Yeah, come on,

let's go, let's go!

Come on, boss, Milo's all right.

What's the matter with this

trigger-happy little bitch?

Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna shoot you too.

- Fuck this!

- Anne: Shoot him!

Shoot him, he's getting away.

Anne, shut the fuck up!

- Go on.

- Thanks, Milo.

What, are you gonna leave me,

you fuckheads?!

Ah.

( Whistles )

Hey, boss, how come

they're not following us?!

Ahh!

Move in, move in.

( Sirens wailing )

Out of the car!

Put your hands on your head!

Man: Go, go!

( Soft music playing )

( saxophone playing )