P.I. Private Investigations (1987) - full transcript

A young architect finds himself being stalked by a gang of criminals who believe he knows something that could expose their activities.

(Phone ringing)

Woman: (On radio) And was

awarded $3.3 million Monday

by jurors...

(Dial tone)

Man: (On phone) I like to, uh,

place an ad.

Man 2: (On phone) Sorry

about that. We can get in

by Thursday.

(Man talking on phone)

(Phone ringing)

(Phone hanging up)

Woman: Morning,

San Francisco times.

San Francisco times?

Good morning,

San Francisco times.

Man: Hi, could you...

Woman: Good morning,

San Francisco times.

Man: Extension 53, please.

Woman: One moment, please.

(Phone ringing)

Woman: Good morning,

San Francisco times.

Kim: Charles Bradley's office?

Woman: Uh, one moment please.

(Phone ringing)

Woman: Charles Bradley's

office.

Kim: Charles Bradley, please.

Woman: He's in a meeting.

May I take a message?

Kim: Tell him it's Kim.

He'll want to speak to me.

Woman: Hold on, okay.

Charles: Kim, Bradley.

Kim: I have all

the information

we talked about.

It's very valuable.

Charles: I'm sure it is.

How much do you want?

Kim: I know too much.

They want me dead.

I have to leave the country.

How much?

Kim: $250,000.

By Thursday.

All right.

I'll get it.

Where do we meet?

Kim: There's an old

movie ranch.

40 miles north of L.A.

(Door closing)

Kim: It's always deserted.

(Footsteps approaching)

I'll meet you.

It's me.

Cop: Kim called Bradley.

They fixed a meeting.

You got a pencil?

Shoot.

Cop: 619

930

a-108

d-4

you got it?

Yup.

Damn!

(Heavily breathing)

(Whispering)

Come on, man!

Shit!

(Glass shattering)

(Phone ringing)

(Answering machine)

Hi, this is Joey.

I'm not here right now.

Leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

Wait for the beep.

(Beeping)

Charles: Joseph, this is your

father, I'm going to be

in Los Angeles

at the end of the week.

Perhaps, we could have

dinner, if I'm not too busy.

Give me a call.

Bradley. Bradley!

(Dial tone)

Shit!

(Cat meowing)

(Sighs)

Piece of shit!

Sam: What was that?

What'd you call me?

No, Sam, not you. I'm talking

to the computer.

Sam: Oh, sorry.

All right, now read out

all the dimensions

back to me.

Sam: Uh, 66.14.

Joey: You can't do that, Sam.

Sam: Well, why not?

It's twice what I need.

Sam, I told you.

You have a stress

factor of three.

Sam: Three?

Yes, three.

I'm looking at it right now.

Three.

Yeah, look,

it's coming up...

Hold on,

it's coming up right now.

Oh, no!

Oh, Joey, I'm sorry.

(Sighs)

It's all right, Denise.

It's not your fault.

Don't worry about it.

Sam: It's not my fault, pal.

Sam, I know

it's not your fault.

Joey: All right?

I wasn't talking to you.

(Chuckling)

I have a problem here.

I have to go.

Sam: All right, bye.

Janet: I'm so excited

about this.

I promise,

you won't regret it.

You don't know how

much this promotion

means to me.

Janet, I've got

great confidence

in your abilities.

Watson: You catch on to things

real fast. We're very

proud of you.

Joey, are you gonna

let Janet get away

with that?

You did all the work.

That's your promotion.

Congratulations,

Janet.

Thanks, Joey.

(Chuckling)

Sounds good.

I'll get there

when I get there.

Right, I'll catch you

later, man.

Bye.

So what's with

you anyway?

Watson promoted

Janet today.

Janet?

Janet, Janet...

Oh, she's the new chick

you were telling me about.

Yeah, she's got Watson

wrapped around her

little finger.

It's disgustingly sick.

What are you gonna

do about it?

Joey: What can I do?

He's the boss. Nothing.

Joey.

Just uh...

I've had some bad breaks.

You know, I just haven't

been lucky like you.

Eddie: Lucky?

Hey, luck didn't have

anything to do with it.

Joey: Look, I'm not

saying you don't have

any talent, Eddie

I'm just saying

you're the luckiest guy

I've ever met.

Eddie: Oh, that's

bullshit, Joey.

Eddie: Hey, I've had

plenty of bad luck, man.

Like what?

Well, like when my car

got stolen last week.

Huh?

Eddie, the cops

found it

two days later,

undamaged

with a full tank of gas.

Joey, you want

something bad,

you work your ass

off for it and then

you get it.

I mean, your problem

is you blame everything

that goes wrong

on bad luck.

Eddie.

And that is bullshit.

Eddie.

What?

Look!

(Honking)

(Tires screeching)

Luck didn't have anything

to do with it, Joey.

If it wasn't for bad luck...

(Both singing)

¶ I wouldn't have

no luck at all. ¶

(mimicking guitar sound)

(Chuckling)

Want me to wait?

Uh, no, I called in.

They said it was ready.

Okay, listen,

you stop by

the studio sometime.

Yeah.

All right, Eddie.

Thanks a lot.

Okay.

Drive safe.

(Tires screeching)

(Engine starting)

(Engine dying)

(Engine dying)

(Engine starts)

¶ Sun beats hard

on an empty beach

¶ where I tried so hard

¶ but couldn't

reach the stars

¶ in your eyes

¶ you were just a child

¶ when I came to you

¶ and we were friends

¶ till love stepped in

¶ and you stepped away

¶ yeah ¶

(Answering machine beeping)

Charles: Joseph, this is your

father, I'm going to be

in Los Angeles

at the end of the week.

Perhaps, we could have

dinner, if I'm not too busy.

Give me a call.

I won't hold my breath.

(Answering machine beeping)

Uh, this is frank

at speed motor works

on olympic.

Your car is done. I'll try you

at the office. Thank you.

(Answering machine beeping)

Melissa: Joey, I hope

this is your number.

Anyway, it's Melissa.

Dave and I are meeting

at palermo's at nine.

Wanna join US?

What's with

the weird message? Bye.

(Answering machine beeping)

Cop: Got a pencil?

Man: Shoot.

Cop: 619

930

a-108

d-4.

You got it?

Man: Yup.

Cop: Got a pencil?

Man: Shoot.

Cop: 619

930

a-108

d-4.

You got it?

Man: Yup.

(Clattering)

(Meowing)

Man: Black male, 31.

Name's Howard white.

Two gunshot wounds

in the chest.

He's hung up in the shower

with a vacuum cleaner chord.

Wexler: Okay, tell those guys

with the paper they'll get

a statement in the morning.

Hi, I'm lieutenant wexler.

Are you Joey Bradley?

Yes, sir.

Have you ever seen

this man before?

No, sir.

Wexler: Sorry about

all this mess.

But we have

to do our job.

Oh, uh, right.

I found this, um...

This tape

in my machine.

It's not mine.

I don't know

whose it is.

There's some voices

on it and a long number.

I copied the number down.

Does this number

mean anything to you?

No, not a thing.

Joey: Must have meant

something to him

though, huh?

Man: Hey, lieutenant,

something's burning

in here.

Oh, shit!

(Fire alarm beeping)

Goddamn it!

It was a p.I.

From San Francisco.

He had to be working

with Bradley's paper.

Man: So, why kill him

in his son's apartment?

I followed him there.

How was I supposed

to know it was

his son's apartment?

Man: Great.

Now the kid has the number

and we can't let him talk

to his old man

or he'll figure out

we know about

the meeting.

(Scoffing)

That's a shame.

I'll have to hit him.

Man: Yeah, he left US

no choice.

Don't fuck it up.

I won't.

Ah! Come on!

(Honking)

Shit!

Damn it!

Get a tattoo.

(Chuckling)

Uh, and a lottery

ticket, too please.

Thief: Okay, come on.

(Engine starts)

Hey!

(Gun fires)

(Siren wailing)

Kim: (On tape)

For the last two years,

I middle-manned the illicit

sale of large quantities

of police confiscated drugs.

Heroin, cocaine.

To protect myself,

I kept complete records

of all transactions

including photographs

and recordings

of phone conversations.

Charles: (On tape)

You dealt directly

with the cops?

Kim: Yes.

This evidence can put

the ringleader and the other

cops in jail.

I know you're already

doing a story on this.

Charles: How do you

know that?

Kim: I just know.

Are you interested?

Charles: Yes, of course

I'm interested. But...

Only if it's exclusive.

Kim: I'm sure we can come

to some arrangement.

It'll take me a few days

to gather things together.

Then, I will call you.

Cliff. I've been

working on this story

for six months.

It's at least

a statewide operation.

Kim claims there's a 100 kilos

of confiscated cocaine

missing from police vaults.

Lot of cops

are involved.

The ringleader's based

in L.A., but we don't know

who he is.

Kim is handing US

this whole thing

on a silver platter.

Cliff: Jesus Christ!

Charles, you're not the FBI.

Now, this is risky!

Cliff, this is the story

we need.

We can scoop everyone.

We can even scoop the FBI.

I'm telling you,

there's a pulitzer here.

Look, a quarter of a million

dollars is a lot to gamble.

I know.

I know.

Kim has sold me

information before.

He's scum but

he's never cheated me.

Besides, he's

in big trouble.

He needs US.

Well, the board will

never approve this.

I'll have to get

the money from

the private account.

Well, whatever it takes,

but it'll have to be fast.

Meeting's on Thursday.

Kim: You will come

alone, Charles.

Many would

like me dead.

There won't be any

second chances, so don't

do anything stupid.

These are my conditions.

Do you accept?

Charles: Yes.

Charles,

one of these days,

you're gonna go too far

for a goddamn story.

Cliff,

you can't ever go

too far to find

a good goddamn story.

(Chuckling)

You don't have

any idea who

tried to kill you?

No idea.

You know, you shouldn't

go back to your

apartment tonight.

They tried once,

they might try again.

Do you have some place

where you can stay?

Some safe place?

Um...

My sister's

out of town.

I could stay at her place.

I guess, it'll be safe there.

That's good.

I'll take you.

Joey: Yeah,

it's right here.

Looks all right.

Remember, stay inside.

Keep the door locked.

Don't tell anybody

where you are.

An officer will

be here shortly.

He'll spend

the night with you.

We'll take you

into headquarters

in the morning.

Try to get this mess

straightened out.

Okay?

All right.

Uh, thanks a lot.

(Locking door)

(Phone ringing)

(Answering machine)

Hi, this is Kate. I'm out

of town till the 20th.

But I check in,

so leave a message.

Thanks, bye.

(Beeping)

Hi, Kate, this

is ed mcfarlen calling.

Just wanted to let you

know I'm coming

into L.A. on Friday.

And, uh,

how's about dinner?

I'll be staying over

at the Marquis,

so give me a call.

(Honking)

Larry: Howard's dead.

They found him

in your son's apartment.

Larry, what the hell

was Howard white

doing in my son's apartment?

We agreed it would

be a drop-off spot

if anything happened.

I didn't want

him involved.

Larry: I'm sorry.

Do you know

where he is now?

No, I don't.

I suggest you find him.

(Sighing)

(Buzzing)

Hello?

Officer Ryan,

Los Angeles

police department.

Um, all right,

I'm gonna buzz you in.

It's 301.

That's on the third floor.

(Buzzing)

Joey: Officer Ryan?

That's me.

Come on in.

Hi.

How you doing?

Uh...

(Sighs)

I'm okay.

I'm just watching

some TV.

Mmm, what are

you making?

Chili.

Uh, if...

If you want something

to eat, I can make you chili

or I got some spam...

No.

I'm not so sure

how to make it though.

That's okay.

No thanks, i'm...

I'm fine.

(Sighing)

Joey: Are you all right?

Yeah, I'd like a glass

of water if that's

not too much trouble.

No, no.

I think you should

have it.

Joey: I'm not so sure

about glasses but I'll see

what I've got.

Everything's kind

of a mess.

Shit!

The place is pretty empty,

isn't it?

Yeah, my sister

just bought it.

She's moving in.

Not bad.

Guess that leaves

you all alone, huh?

Yeah, she's down

in San Diego getting

the rest of her stuff.

Yeah, well...

It's nice.

Hey.

Bathroom big

enough for two.

It's a great life.

When you got the money...

Of course, they don't

make this on my salary.

I'm not gonna blame you.

You see...

I just keep the peace.

Man: (On TV)

Look.

I'm sorry.

Man: (On TV) The bullet

fired from outside

smashed the window.

(Phone ringing)

(Answering machine)

Hi, this is Kate. I'm out

of town till the 20th.

But I check in,

so leave a message.

Thanks, bye.

(Answering machine beeping)

Joseph, this is

your father. I thought

you might be at Kate's.

If you get this message,

please call me. It's urgent.

(Gunshot)

Damn!

Hey, what's going on?

Ow, shit!

(Groaning)

(Groaning)

(Car horn blares)

(Tires screeching)

(Grunts)

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Are you all right?

Are you crazy?

You ran right in front of me.

I didn't even see you!

(Coughs)

I'm all right,

I'm all right.

Look, you wanna go

to a hospital or...

A hospital?

Uh, yeah, yeah, the...

The hospital,

or should I call

the cops? I don't know!

Oh, my god.

Look...

At least you're all right,

it was your fault, you know.

You sure

you're all right?

No hospitals, no cops.

Let me just sit

in your car for a sec.

My car? Wait, hold on,

I'll help you.

Yeah.

Here, here, let me...

Woman: Hey, is he okay?

Is he all right?

Everything's fine!

Everything's okay.

Shit! Why me?

Why tonight?

Woman: Are you sure?

Are you sure he's okay?

He's fine.

Could you drive, please?

That man is after me.

After you? Why?

Just start the car.

Let's go!

Shit.

Just tell me

where you want me

to take you, okay?

Great.

Great, this is just

what I wanted to have

happen to me.

Man: (On TV)

Bill collectors.

We make bill collectors

leave you alone, and

that means leave you alone!

I am Hugh slate,

of the law firm

slate and Leoni.

We can stop

the telephone calls.

We can stop the lawsuits,

garnishments and foreclosures.

For recorded information,

phone US in Los Angeles,

day or night.

Pick up your phone

and dial. No bills.

Hey, how are you feeling?

Jesus, you had me

worried there for a while.

You passed out, you know.

Oh, yeah.

Your pants are ripped.

I washed them. Your leg's

all right, you just scraped

some skin off, that's all.

You want some

hot chocolate?

Uh...

No thanks.

Water would be great, though.

Want some more?

Please.

And some aspirin,

if you have any.

Oh, I'll be right back.

(Line ringing)

Hello, this is Charles

Bradley, I am unable to take

your call at this time.

Please leave the time

and date of your message

at the sound of the tone.

(Beeping)

Dad, this is Joey.

I think I'm in some kind

of trouble and I need

to talk to you.

I'm going to Eddie's,

I'll call you from there.

Um, I don't have

any aspirin.

I don't like TV much.

I had cable for free,

but they caught me.

Does anyone else

know that I'm here?

Nope, I guess not.

Why did you bring me here?

You don't even know me.

No, I know

plenty about you.

Your name is Joseph Bradley,

you're 24 years old,

you're an architect,

and you're single.

(Laughs)

Besides, I...

Hit you with my car,

so it's the least I could do.

Very impressive.

(Clears throat)

So...

Who are you?

Oh.

Jenny fox. Hi.

I live here by myself.

I work for Thomas brothers.

You know, the map people?

Yeah. I can get you

a map book cheap.

Thanks, I already

have one.

You still have

your seven dollars.

Where are my pants?

Well, I told you, they were

ripped and I washed them,

they're still wet.

(Sighs)

What am I supposed

to wear then?

Oh, just hang on!

Here, these ought to fit you.

Very nice.

Are these yours?

No, my ex's.

What happened?

Don't be nosy.

Here.

This will go with the pants

better than your shirt.

Look, you're in some kind

of trouble, aren't you?

Don't be so nosy, huh?

Got any shoes?

Yeah.

Yeah.

(Laughs)

You're gonna love these.

Uh, no, there's gotta be

something else around

here that I can wear.

Well, I'm really sorry, this

isn't the men's department

at Macy's, you know.

I think that's

a very cute outfit.

Yeah, well...

I feel like a smurf.

So, where are we?

At my place.

Yeah, but where is that?

Silver lake.

Wallpaper comes in

pretty handy, huh?

You can talk to me,

you know. It's all right.

Maybe I can help you.

Well, if you really want

to be a good samaritan,

there is one thing...

Oh, and what might that be?

A ride, right there.

Yeah, if that's

what you want, sure.

Wait a minute,

what's this?

Mace. For dogs

and rapists, in case

you need it.

I don't think so,

I don't think I'm going

to be getting raped today.

Go on, take it.

You never know.

I'll, uh...

Get these clothes

back to you.

Oh, no, you keep 'em.

I don't need 'em.

Thanks.

My good deed for the day.

Oh, look, you're not

going to sue me, are you?

'Cause I don't have

any insurance or anything...

No, really, it's okay.

Don't worry about it.

(Electronic whirring)

(Music playing

over speaker)

Eddie.

Where the fuck

have you been?

It's a long story.

Come in here a minute,

I've gotta talk to you.

Be right back, guys.

Yeah, dig

those threads, man.

Is this image change

a permanent thing or what?

Eddie...

Your father called.

What?

Yeah.

He called here?

Yeah.

Said it was real important

that you meet some guy

named Larry?

Larry who?

I don't know,

I wrote it down.

Let's have a look.

"Baldwin hills oil field,

7:00 A.M."

Yeah, he said you're not

gonna be able to reach him,

he's not staying at home.

He said you just be there

7:00 A.M., no matter what.

You sure it was my father?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Positive?

Yeah.

And he said you should

stay away from the cops.

Jesus, Joey, what kind

of weird shit is your

old man up to now?

I don't know, Eddie.

Somebody tried

to kill me last night.

What?

I'm not going

to any oil field, fuck!

If someone's trying

to kill you,

don't you think you should

do what your father says?

Look, I don't care,

I'm not going.

He was serious, man.

Now you do it!

Since when do you

give a shit

what my father says?

You don't even like him!

Hey, that's got nothing

to do with this!

You're in

deep shit here.

I am not going

to any oil field.

You're going!

No, I'm not!

Yes, you are.

All right.

Give me your keys.

What, my car keys?

Yeah!

I don't have a car

anymore, Eddie,

it was totaled

last night!

Come on, Eddie,

we've got work to do.

Give him the car, man!

You don't drive

like I do, Joey.

Nobody drives

like you do, Eddie.

(Engine starts)

Be careful, Joey.

(Tires screeching)

(Vehicle approaching)

Joey?

Is that you?

Who wants to know?

My name's Larry, i'm

a private investigator working

for your father's paper.

Hold it!

Hey, look, I'm here

to help you, man.

Your father wants me

to take you to San Francisco.

Didn't he talk to you?

No, we don't talk much.

Why San Francisco?

He's concerned

for your safety.

Look, I...

I'll explain it all

to you in the car.

We've gotta get going.

Look, I'm not going

anywhere until I figure

out what's going on.

Look, I'm not

in a very good mood.

This is serious.

Your father is...

Your father

is onto some crooked cops.

He's got a meeting set up

with an informer that could

blow this thing wide open.

He doesn't want you

screwing it up.

Yeah, well, you don't look

very much like a private

investigator to me.

You wanna get in the car,

or you want some cop

to shoot your ass off?

It's your funeral.

Hey.

Who was the dead guy

in my apartment?

My partner.

Ah!

(Groaning)

Nice shot, Lou.

Don't even

fantasize about it!

Now, drop it.

I said, drop it!

Beaned you!

Right in the potato,

didn't I?

(Grunts)

Get up.

He said, get up!

Ah!

Shut up!

Nobody told you

to talk, shut up!

Yeah, yeah,

this is the guy.

Well, well, Joey.

It's time we had

a little fun, huh?

(Laughing)

Let's go, Joey.

Do you know where?

Where what? I don't know

what you're talking about.

Well, that's too bad,

lover, 'cause you're

gonna make it real hard

on your friend there.

Joey: Wait, stop, tell me

what you want to know.

Gil: You come on, boy. You

know what I'm talking about,

don't ya? You know where?

Joey: No, stop, no!

(Gagging)

(Grunting)

(Choking)

Look at the man! Look!

You're next, Joey!

(Choking)

Come on, boy.

Joey: Who are you guys?

I don't even know

who you guys are!

Gil: Come on, Joey.

Joey: I swear I don't know!

We've got a little

surprise for you, boy.

Little Joey.

Right down here, Joey.

Talk to US, Joey.

Talk to you about what?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

You know when and where

it's going to happen?

When and where what?

I don't know anything!

Come on, Joey!

Does anybody know?

Does anybody know what?

I don't... just tell me what

you want to... aah! Know!

I got something for you.

(Shouting)

Oh!

Ugh! Oh, you...

I'll get you for this!

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Joey? It's Eddie,

I've been trying

to call you.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

I... I don't know.

I think I need some help.

Need some help?

Why? Where are you?

Shit!

Joey? Joey? Joey!

(Tires screeching)

Stupid jerk!

(Sighs)

(Baby crying)

Joey, what's happening?

Eddie.

Look, I gotta go now,

there's a cop

pulling me over, all right?

Your father said to stay

away from the cops!

Look...

Call me back in five minutes,

I've gotta go. Please.

Okay, five minutes.

I'll call back.

(Officer on loudspeaker)

Step outside of the car

and put your hands

behind your head.

Step out of the car and put

your hands behind your head.

Keep your back to me

and put your hands

behind your head.

Now back up

to the patrol car.

(Radio chatter)

Keep your head forward.

Okay, stop.

Get down on your knees.

(Handcuffs clinking)

Okay, get up.

What's the problem here?

You're driving

a stolen car.

Stolen? Wait,

it was stolen!

Last week, it was stolen.

But it was returned.

Look! You can call my friend,

Eddie. It's his car!

I was just talking

to him on the phone.

Look, check the computer,

it should be on there!

(Phone ringing)

Morning, cliff,

you got the money?

Yup.

Hear anything

from Larry or Joseph?

Uh, not yet...

I don't like this, Charles,

maybe we should back off.

Cliff, if they wanted

Joseph dead, he'd be dead.

Obviously.

They don't know

we have Kim.

We are now

holding all the cards.

Officer: '85 Porsche.

2-r.

It's a red one.

Mmm-hmm.

I'll be right here.

Okay.

(Door opens and closes)

What did you hear

from Lou and Gil?

Nothing.

They're out there

tailing that p.I.,

Larry what's-his-name.

Last I heard, they were

going to the oil fields?

Mmm-hmm.

Shit, you all right?

Yeah.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing, why?

You been snorting

that stuff again?

Come on.

I told you, you're

not supposed to be

doing that shit.

You're not supposed

to be selling it, either.

Wexler: You're doing too much.

You're screwing up.

Come on. It's all luck.

That kid is

one lucky bastard,

that's all.

There's no such thing

as luck, either you're

smart or you're stupid.

Joey Bradley is out there

somewhere, walking around

with that number in his head.

What if he talks

to his old man?

What if they

figure it out?

I don't want

to take that chance.

Do you?

You know how long

an ex-cop lasts

in the federal penitentiary?

Why don't you relax?

Everything's going to be fine.

(Sighs)

There's been nothing

on Bradley's phone tap,

he's on his way.

The meeting is definitely on.

Excuse me.

Officer Hollister?

I'm Eddie Gordon.

Came down to get

my car, the red Porsche?

Hollister: Hey!

You're Eddie Gordon,

the singer, aren't you?

Yeah, yeah, that's me.

Hey, man, I saw you

on soul train.

I like your stuff.

Oh, you caught that, thanks.

Eddie: Uh, what is

this man doing in handcuffs?

Suspicion of auto theft.

Oh, he didn't

steal my car,

I loaned it to him.

Hollister: You know this guy?

Eddie: Know him? Yeah,

he's my gardener.

Well, you think you could

take those cuffs off him?

Hollister: Well, you see,

it's not that simple.

I don't even have

a good ID on this guy.

Man, come on, officer.

I mean, this is

all a big mistake,

and my car

was stolen last week

and already returned.

What do you say?

You'll never guess who's here.

Who?

Come on, I'll show you.

You always let your

gardener take your car?

Eddie: Ah, well, his Mercedes

was in the shop.

(Whispering)

I think that's the guy

who tried to kill me.

Hollister!

Never mind.

Oh, excuse me.

Would you excuse me?

(Stamps foot)

Oh! Today, not tomorrow.

Pardon me, officer.

Good.

Thank you.

Corporal, you take 3rd street,

I'll take 4th street,

and we'll squeeze him, okay?

What are you doing, huh?

What are you doing?

What are you doing against

the car? What's the hell's

the matter with you?

Just fixed up the car.

Get out of here!

(Door closes)

(Door opens)

Coffee?

Yeah.

Know what you want?

Can I borrow your

pencil for just a second?

Thanks.

Six-one-nine.

Six.

Waitress: Order of scrambled

eggs, wheat toast, no butter

and a side of browns.

Excuse me.

I, uh...

I'm really hungry

and I don't have any money.

But,

I will give you this

$50 winning lottery

ticket if you let me order

anything I want.

Must be cash to place

a purchase.

No, no. I know.

Wait, wait, wait. I'll give

it you right now.

Right here.

No can do.

Look, this is a winner.

You are winner.

Winning ticket.

Qualifies you for the

big spin, grand prize.

Take it.

Sorry.

What?

Look.

All I want from you

is a cheeseburger.

Waitress: Ordering a...

(Door opens)

Hey.

Get outta here, lady.

(Yells)

Excuse me.

Janet, I've got

a client breathing down

my neck on this project.

I need some answers now.

I'm sure that I could make

this work if Joey was here.

Where is he?

You're the one that's

supposed to be the expert

on this project.

You hear me?

What the hell is going on?

Fucking door.

Where the hell have you been?

Where you been?

Janet: Joey!

Man: Where you been?

Man: Joey, boy, are you okay?

(Joey yells)

Get out.

(Indistincy chatter)

(Laughing)

No, don't stop.

Come on, the TV.

Police officer!

Hold or I shoot.

Robber: Oh, shit,

it's the cops.

Get outta here.

Would you get in the car?

Fucking criminals.

Hey!

(Yells)

Uh...

I'm sorry.

Shh. Don't yell.

It's me, Joey.

And you tell me you

won't hurt me, stupid.

What are you doing?

You scared me to death.

Look at the

mess you've made.

You have a lot of nerve

barging in here like this.

What're you...

What're you thinking of?

I didn't want anyone

to know I was here.

There are some very

dangerous people after me.

Yeah.

Well, I just might join

them if you pull anymore

stunts like this.

I'm sorry.

For once I go to the store,

look what happens.

Look, I haven't eaten

in two days, okay.

Can't you wait?

I'll fix you something.

I can't.

Oh, I...

I ripped your shirt a little.

(Groans)

Nasty bruise.

Ow!

Not half as bad as

the one you gave me.

Oh, you're just saying that.

I bet you say that to all

the girls who run you over.

Wanna see my bruises?

Don't you think you should

tell me what's going on?

Don't be so nosy.

(Clock ticking)

What?

Do you know, Joey?

What you talking about?

I swear...

(Groans)

I swear to god, you guys.

I don't know anything.

Wexler: Wanna talk, punk?

What does it mean?

(Choking)

He doesn't know anything.

Fuck you, Joey.

(Yells)

What's wrong?

What happened?

I was having a nightmare.

Oh, gosh, you scared me.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Oh, god, no.

Joey.

Joey.

What're you doing?

Six-nineteen is the date.

Today's date.

9:30 is the time.

A.M., which is one

hour from now.

Ten-eight.

D-four.

No.

I don't get it. The meeting,

the meeting, the meeting.

Do you know when

it's gonna happen?

Yes, I know when it's

gonna happen. But where?

What're you doing?

Wait.

Look.

108.

108, d-4.

That's it.

What's what?

Then wexler must have

known the entire time.

He was afraid that

I'd figure it out and tell.

Tell who?

My father. He's meeting

an informant

and it's an ambush.

Joey?

Joey: What time is it?

It's almost 9:15.

Shit.

How close are we?

I don't know.

It's at least five miles.

Come on. Come on.

Wait. That's it. That's it.

That's box canyon road.

Turn around.

(Tires screeching)

Bang, bang.

You're dead.

(Car approaching)

Joey: Now how much time

do we have left?

Seven minutes.

How close?

About half a mile.

It's just around the

corner and over that hill.

What're you doing?

I'm gonna go ahead

and check it out.

Stay with the car.

(Screaming)

Jesus.

Just give it to US, Bradley.

Okay.

Okay.

Hand it over.

Ryan: Shoot him.

Shoot him. Shoot that bastard.

Drop it, lover.

Jenny: Joey!

Joey, are you all right?

Yeah. It's about

time you showed up.

Pull over.

What?

(Shouting) Pull over.

I can't hear you, Joey.

Ryan: Wait a minute!

Come on!

Wexler! Wexler!

Son of a bitch.

Kim, glad you could make it.

Who is the bag man?

My brother-in-law.

Stupid man.

Uh-oh.

Jenny, get out of the car.

Joey.

What're you doing?

Get out of the car.

I'm going back.

Forget it. Joey,

we're not going back.

They're gonna kill you.

They're gonna kill me

if I don't go back.

Look, we'll just go

get some help, okay.

Where are we gonna go, huh?

We gonna tell the police?

Wexler is the police.

Jenny, just put the window

down a little bit.

Please.

Right. I just don't have time.

Now my dad is

still back there.

Would you please

open the door?

Watch how you

drive my car, okay?

Ah!

Now what?

(Car honking)

(Engine revving)

(Laughing)

Come on.

Come on!

Okay, motherfucker.

Get outta here.

(Gun shots)

(Person approaching)

Joey.

Don't touch me!

Just don't touch me, okay.

Are you all right, son?

Just...

Just back away, please.

Jenny: Joey!

Joey!

Are you all right?

Charles: Joey, i'm...

I'm so sorry.

I was wrong.

My part of the deal, Bradley.

(Groans)

There.

Other way.

(Answering machine)

Hi, this is Joey.

I'm not here right now.

Leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

Charles: (On machine)

Hi, Joey. It's dad. I'm

coming to L.A. this weekend

and I hope we can get together

for dinner or something.

My schedules flexible so I'll

talk to you soon, son. Bye.

(Phone ringing)

(Answering machine)

Hi, this is Joey.

I'm not here right now.

Leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

(Beeping)

Eddie: (On machine)

Hey, Joey. It's Eddie.

You made it on

the front page, huh?

What's going on this

weekend? Call me.

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(People cheering)

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Fred: Yes.

Host: Well, that's great.

Now are you ready

to take the spin.

Fred: Yes.

Host: All right.

For $1,000,000,

Mr. Ho, go for it.

(Wheel spinning)

Host: Keep your

fingers crossed.

(People cheering)

Host: Yes, yes.

Looking for 1,000,000.

Here it comes.

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