The Spy Within (1995) - full transcript

(tense music)

(moaning)

- [Woman] I hate you.

(moaning)

The thought of you touching
me makes me nauseous.

- [Man] Oh yes, yes.

- [Woman] You revolting,
ugly, little man.

- [Man] It's not good
enough, it's not good enough.

- [Woman] I will tell you what's
not good enough, you worm.

- [Man] Yes, good.

- [Woman] You undo those pants
this second, do you hear me?



I want those undone now.

Take those pants down now and
get on your knees this minute.

You see this shoe, look
at it, I want it clean.

It is filthy, filthy, filthy.

You're a maggot,
do you know that?

You're a maggot and you're scum.

You're a completely worthless,
ugly, ugly little man.

You are so ugly, I can
hardly bear to look at you.

- No.

No, it's not working.

It's not real enough.

- What did you say?

Hm?

- It's not real enough.



- Not real?

- Oh god--

- I'll give you real.

- Oh no.

Oh no.

- You just sit there.

- Oh yes.

- You just sit right there
and let me do all the work.

You're just what
the doctor wants.

- Maybe if I just--

- No.

We're gonna have a lot of fun.

- Oh yes.

- You just wait.

- Oh my god, oh, what
are you gonna do?

Oh, you're fantastic.

Oh my god.

- Just sit right
there and you relax.

I'll give you what you want.

We're gonna go
for a little ride.

Momma's gonna take
you over here.

- Oh god, oh my god, oh no, no.

Oh, oh, oh.

- Yes.

- What?

What are you doing?

- I'm gonna leave you right here

and when that elevator comes,
you're gonna be stuck here.

And then when everybody gets
here for work in the morning,

they're gonna find you.

And they'll know what a
sick puppy you really are.

(whimpering)

- Oh.

(grunting)

Oh.

(panting)

- Bye-bye.

- What are you doing?

- What's the matter?

You told me to leave.

(chuckling)

- You had me going there.

- I wouldn't leave you.

Not without taking
your picture first.

Smile.

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Hm?

- What the fuck are
you doing, you bitch?

Cut me loose.

(giggling)

- And I thought I'd seen it all.

- What do you want,
more money, huh?

- More money?

I can buy and sell you, doc.

- What do you want?

What do you want?

- A body.

There there there, relax.

I'll make it easy on you.

I'll take a dead
one from the morgue.

(wolf howling)

(grunting)

Jesus.

(phone ringing)

(groaning)

Hello?

- Hello.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

How do we stand
with the auction?

- [French Man] They are dull.

- Dull?

- [French Man]
They lacked pizazz.

- They lacked pizazz?

- [French Man] Why don't
you come to France?

Oh, you know, I dream
about you every night.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [French Man] You would
tell a French man about love?

You think I could
put money first?

(giggling)

- Oh, monsieur, you're
jeopardizing our relationship.

Are you sure there's nothing
of interest in this auction?

- [French Man] Emeralds,
lots 92 and 156.

Your usual bid?

- Whatever it takes.

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm so much in love.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Bye-bye.

(sighing)

(grunting)

(ominous tones)

Jesus.

(grunting)

(panting)

(booming)

(screaming)

(panting)

(train whistle blowing)

Great, full house.

- [Announcer] Your
attention, please,

Train 53 is now arriving
from San Diego on track six.

(ominous music)

This will be the last
call for Amtrak Train 37

departing at 9:45 p.m., now
boarding through gate letter C.

(ominous percussion)

(upbeat rock music)

- Excuse me, do you
have a payphone?

- No, we don't.

- Do you have any phone?

- Yeah.

- Do you think you could
call me a cab, please?

- The phone's just
for customers.

You want a drink?

- No.

- Like I said, the phone's
just for customers.

(sighing)

- How about I buy him a drink?

Do you have the number
for a yellow cab?

(sighing)

Thanks.

(door creaking)

- Hey, you got cigarettes?

- Machine's in the back, pal.

- The page has been ripped out.

- I don't know, lady, you'll
have to call information.

That's two calls.

- Lady, don't miss-dial,
I'll need a cab myself.

- I need change.

- Hold your water, that'll
be $3.50 for the beers.

- Oh Jesus.

- Hey!

- I got some in the car.

- Miss, this guy's partner
just pinched your bag.

- What?

- Jesus.

Hey, hey.

What is she, nuts?

Those guys are gonna kill her.

(intense music)

- Give me my fucking bag.

(grunting)

(panting)

(grunting)

(gunfire)

Go, now!

(groaning)

(panting)

- Don't worry about
me, lady, I'm fine.

That bag must be pretty
goddamn important.

- It's just that I...

I don't have a permit.

- Hey, hey.

(panting)

You need a ride?

Goddamn fucking wallet.

Come on.

Come on.

- [Disgruntled Man] What?

- I got stopped and I
got the guy's wallet.

I thought it might
help you guys out.

- Get out.

- Vamos.

- Amateurs.

- What do we tell J.B.?

- There's only one thing
to tell J.B., the truth.

- Hey, wait a minute.

William B. Rickman.

Might not be a total loss, huh?

- If he's involved.

- And she's the Dove.

- [Disgruntled Man] We'll
find out soon enough.

- [Woman] Why won't you ask me?

- What?

- Why I went after them,
what I was doing with a gun,

that sort of thing.

- It's none of my business.

- Then why did you help me?

- You bought me a beer.

- Right.

- [Will] What's your street?

- There's a diner up
there on the right.

I can find my way from there.

- You sure?

I don't mind.

- The diner's fine.

Actually, I live about four
blocks up on number 601,

if you're sure you don't mind.

I just want to, I mean...

I appreciate everything you did.

I'm sorry, I'm not
saying this very well.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Will Rickman.

- Alex Canis.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Yeah.

Say, you wouldn't like to go
get a cup of coffee, would you?

- Sure.

- I know this is a mundane
question, but what do you do?

- Nothing at the moment.

- Oh.

Well, what kind of
work are you out of?

- Demolitions.

- Oh.

As in explosives, isn't
that kind of dangerous?

- You know, I'm not really in
the mood to talk about work.

- You're not very
good at this, are you?

- Having coffee?

- Oh, small talk,
flirtation, seduction.

- I'm not seducing anybody.

- Of course you're not.

I am.

Thank you.

(romantic music)

- Why do I get the
feeling you're trouble?

- Don't you like
that in a woman?

- I should take you home.

- You can try.

♪ Breathe in the moment,
take in the sizes ♪

♪ And love around the
corner that you hypnotized ♪

♪ Clinging as you fall

♪ You're going
down, down, down ♪

♪ Not asking any questions,
not wearing any rings ♪

♪ She's just living
in the moment ♪

♪ With a kiss that has a sting

♪ There ain't no
doubt about it ♪

♪ You're going
down, down, down ♪

♪ You can cut it all you want

♪ You're still going down

(tires screeching)

♪ Against your better judgment
and not against your will ♪

♪ She's asking for danger but
she's in it for the thrill ♪

♪ Clinging as you fall

♪ You're going
down, down, down ♪

♪ You should sense the
danger coming at your door ♪

♪ You're a hero in the making

♪ Or you're a fool
that she's gone for ♪

♪ There ain't no
doubt about it ♪

♪ You're going
down, down, down ♪

♪ You can fight
it all you want ♪

♪ You're still going down

♪ You can fight
it all you want ♪

♪ You're still going down

(panting)

(moaning)

(moaning)

- I fall asleep?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

I'm enjoying myself.

(chuckling)

You have no tattoos.

- I'm not into pain.

- Oh really?

Maybe you've just never
had it properly applied.

(chuckling)

We'll have to do
something about that.

- Oh.

Hey.

- [Alex] Hey.

(chuckling)

- That hurt.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- In what way?

- How many ways are there?

- Hmm.

Three.

There's hurts good.

And hurts bad.

And

hurts real bad.

- You shouldn't talk
with your mouth full.

(giggling)

Didn't anybody
teach you manners?

- Nope.

Not that they didn't try.

(doorbell ringing)

- Alex?

Hey, Alex, there's...

- Mr. Rickman, you okay?

- Fine, Jack.

- I noticed your mailbox down.

- Yeah, I had a rough night.

(chuckling)

- You take good care.

- Yeah, thanks.

(sighing)

(chuckling)

God.

(booming)

- Do you enjoy your
work, Mr. Rickman?

- I did.

- And you haven't worked
since the MacArthur Hotel?

- DOT pulled my card.

- It's under review,
counselor, standard procedure.

- Mr. Rickman, do you
recognize these photographs?

- Yes, it's the people who
were in the MacArthur Hotel.

- It's the mother and
child who were living

in the basement of
the MacArthur Hotel

who were subsequently
crushed to death

by 500,000 tons of
steal and concrete.

- I doubt that.

- Excuse me, what did you say?

- The building was imploded.

One would have to assume
that death was instantaneous.

- Oh, that makes it okay.

- There was a permit.

I came in and did a job.

- Yes, we've seen.

And, personally, you don't care?

Do you care, Mr. Rickman?

Or doesn't it matter as
long as things blow up

and you have a permit?

(scoffing)

Mr. Rickman, judging
from your career choices,

not to mention your
recreational activities,

motorcycle racing, skydiving--

- Those are crimes?

- Ever try golf?

- Yeah, it's boring.

- Really?

I wonder if the golfers
on our jury will think so.

- Well, if that's
your case, counselor,

we'll be sure to exclude
them at selection.

- Better try to exclude
parents, orphans, widows.

- Objection.

- Mr. Rickman, isn't
it true that you

have no regard for human life?

- You mean like if a plane
full of lawyers crashed,

would I be upset?

No.

No, I would not.

- I'm not through
with the questioning.

Let the record show that counsel

was not complete with
questioning, please.

- Talk to me, Will.

Okay.

You listen then.

You know that crack you
made about the golfers?

That was his way of
saying your client

is gonna bury himself.

Will, boy, you make
a lousy witness.

Why do you do that?

- I like tobacco.

It's a safety check so you
don't light up with one hand

while the other's holding
something that can go off.

- Well, you know, for someone
who's so damn careful,

you were pretty
reckless back there.

- Come on, he was
twisting my words.

- That's his job.

Now, I gave him plenty of room

because that is exactly
what's gonna come up

at your criminal trial.

You must understand,

these deaths were
politically incorrect.

And the city is hot to
trot to convict somebody.

Now, I know you
think what happened

is on trial here, but
it's not, you are.

And one picture of you
that can be easily drawn

is that you're someone
with a death wish.

Will, look now, we gotta
show 'em another side.

You got to talk
about your parents.

- Let's leave them out of this.

- You don't care about
the house they left you?

- What's that got
to do with anything?

- Well, the circuit court
just left to lean on it.

The MacArthur development
went belly up, chapter 11.

You may be their best
chance at collecting.

- I'll burn it down.

- Oh goddammit, I don't
wanna hear that kinda talk.

Now look, I may be able to
get the judgment set aside

so you can sell it and
pay for your legal fees,

living expenses, and whatnot.

- I'm not selling that house,
I didn't do anything wrong.

- Oh, you think that
gives you some kind

of protective
coating like Teflon?

Now, Will, your choice
of sports aside,

most people don't know anyone
that volunteers for Beirut,

let alone clears mines.

- That goes against me,
that I was in the service?

- Well, that depends, were
you serving your country

or were you just getting off?

Now look, Will, we both know
you didn't do anything wrong.

That doesn't change the fact
that innocent people are dead.

Someone was negligent.

This is a list...

Well, it's a psychiatrist.

- Shrinks?

- Yeah.

- I appreciate that.

- Will, you got to
talk to somebody.

- Is that a
professional opinion?

- Professional opinion?

Hey, hey, you know what my
professional opinion is?

You're someone with a
severe attitude problem,

and if you don't change it,
a jury's gonna change it.

(somber music)

- I know it was the first
time after so many years,

but it's more than that.

For the first time,
I felt so protected.

It's just overwhelming.

But then I left
and I got so scared

because I did something,
you know, that I never do,

I gave him my address, I
showed him where I live.

I--
- Trusted him.

- Well, I...

I ran a check on him
before I got home.

But you know what happened?

When I got home, I
wasn't blocked anymore,

and I wrote and I
wrote and I finished.

What do you think?

- A life story is
not an aesthetic.

It's a tool to enable you to
look at the events of your life

so you can accept them.

- Please, come on.

- You could always publish.

Several patients have.

- You know I can't do that.

Look.

Do you see this?

I have one contact
on the inside.

If this thing goes off, I'll
be lucky if I have five minutes

to get out with the
clothes on my back.

Do you think I like
living like this?

How long have I been seeing you?

- How long does it seem?

- Like for-fucking-ever.

I still don't know
if you believe any of
this ever happened.

- Does that matter?

- Yes, dammit, that matters.

- Why?

- Because, I've never been able
to tell anyone, that's why.

You know, I just, I thought
that if I could just go back

and tell somebody the whole
story that they would...

They'd understand.

- Why is that important?

- Because then they'd see.

You know, they'd
see that one thing

can lead to another and--

- What else?

- Things and that I'd, I
didn't start out this way.

And I didn't wanna become a--

- [Psychiatrist] A what?

- A fucking whore, that's what.

(sobbing)

(panting)

- There's your review, you
could never do that before.

- I'm shaking, I
can't stop shaking.

- Don't try.

- Mr. Rickman.

Mr. Rickman, Mr. Rickman,
can I buy your scrap?

- What?

- From your remodel.

I was just at your place

and the workers
signed for a parcel.

- What do you mean workers?

- Wasn't it okay
to let 'em sign?

Hey, Mr. Rickman.

(ominous music)

(banging)

(glass shattering)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

Got it.

(ominous intense music)

- So, what's the deal?

- J.B. will be in tonight.

- What do we want with this guy?

- Maybe use him to
bring in the Dove.

- I mean, we know where she is.

- J.B. doesn't want
her damaged yet.

- [Man In Suit] So, I'm careful.

- [Man In Uniform] Yeah.

- What?

You think she'd kill herself?

- Wouldn't you?

- [Man In Suit]
There's nothing here.

- Yeah, nothing but her
fingerprints and his jizz.

(laughing)

- Yeah, so she screwed the guy,

but you know, maybe
she felt like it.

- No, not her.

Not the Dove.

(ominous tones)

Come on.

Get Burns.

(gun cocking)

(grunting)

(silenced gunfire)

(grunting)

(tense music)

(grunting)

(screaming)

Get him.

The south wall.

(silenced gunfire)

(panting)

(tires screeching)

(silenced gunfire)

Red Bronco coming at you.

Contain immediate.

Do not allow contact
with the Dove.

(panting)

(pager beeping)

- Oh shit.

(panting)

(phone ringing)

(tense music)

- [Announcer] $1.25 for the
first three minutes please.

- [Man] Hello?

- Did you page me?

- [Man] Mary, is that
you, you're still--

- Alive?

Surprised?

- [Man] I found out late.

You've been under surveillance.

They matched your
prints this morning.

- Recon?

- [Man] One unit.

- ETA.

- [Man] They're already in LA.

J.B.'s on his way.

- Could they be recovery?

- [Man] Mar, the whole
division is changing

with the Eastern Bloc.

- Is there a chance?

- [Man] No, you're worth
more dead than alive.

- That's not true.

I can't spend it if you're dead.

- [Man] You're gonna send
me my file, aren't you?

Mary, you promised.

- I gotta go.

- Mar.
- Thanks.

(tense music)

(tires screeching)

What are you doing here?

- I was on my way to your place.

- [Mary] Why?

- Some guys were
taking my house apart.

I got the impression they
were friends of yours.

- [Mary] They let you go?

- I got away.

- Don't stop, we're
being followed.

- It's a garbage truck.

- In front, nobody good
follows from behind.

Pull a U-turn, I'll
prove it to you.

(tires screeching)

- Shit.

- Blue wagon, beige van,
don't stop at any lights.

(gun cocking)

- What about cops?

- If we don't shake these guys,
we may wanna get arrested.

- Who are you?

- Just someone with a past.

It just caught up.

(tires squealing)

(intense music)

(tires squealing)

- Motherfuck.

(grunting)

(thrilling music)

(glass shattering)

(metallic crashing)

(metallic crashing)

Now what?

Now what?

- We wait.

- Oh, we wait.

What, you got this
whole thing figured out?

- For the past five years,
I've had to live this way.

- Five years?

- You almost get used to it.

You'll need a clear head.

- You're a regular boy scout.

- Girl scout, and
I was a girl scout.

- Oh yeah, what are you now?

(sighing)

- A runaway whose
family wants her back.

- Hey.

Hey.

I got some questions.

I'm gonna need some
real good answers.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Hey.

Hey, baby.

- [Stephen] Yeah.

- Hey.

- Will, where the hell are you?

No no no no, don't tell
me, I don't wanna know.

- Well, why do you say that?

What's going on?

- I had a visit from some
very interesting people

looking for you.

Now what in the hell have
you got yourself into?

I can't protect you
from these type of guys.

I'm scared, Will.

In fact, I wouldn't
be a bit surprised

if my phone wasn't
already tapped.

- Oh Jesus Christ.

What's going on?

- Will?

Will.

- You shouldn't be drinking.

- I need a clear head.

My government just tore my
house apart, that right?

- The dirty work is usually
done by subcontractors.

But the NSA picks up the bills.

National Security Agency?

- Yeah, right.

What was it you did for 'em?

- I was practical, remember?

- Oh yeah, how you
sold your body.

- I served my country.

- Yeah, on your back.

- No, on my knees.

And later on, standing up.

You'd be surprised
how many powerful men

secretly like to be dominated.

Any more questions?

- Yeah, one.

Why'd you go home with me?

- I...

I didn't wanna be alone.

I wanted to be with you.

There was something very
personal to me in that bag

and I couldn't believe it when
you helped me get it back.

(sighing)

I am really, really
sorry about all this but

not about that night.

(sighing)

I'm gonna take a shower.

- [Will] Excuse me.

- You wanna come in?

- I just need a towel.

Now let me get this straight,

the people you're working for
are trying to kill you, huh?

- [Mary] Was working for.

Leaving is against the rules.

They're a covert
sector of the NSA

using their status for
illegal activities,

but I know too much, and one
of them just won't let go.

- J.B.

The people in my house,
they were talking about him

like he was their boss.

- Oh, he is.

You wanna know J.B.?

That's J.B.

He loved to test me.

One time, when my
loyalty was in question,

he needed to be convinced.

That's when I left.

- That's not so hard to believe.

You got a light?

- In my backpack.

(piano music)

(spitting)

You see what an effect
information can have?

It's out there on all of us.

- What are you doing with this?

- Like I said, I was scared.

I had to make sure you
weren't one of them.

I still have connections.

- Yeah, I see.

(sighing)

- The clippings of your court
case I got from the library.

You had to get security
clearance to go to Lebanon.

The rest was in
your military file.

I had to check you out.

Try and look at it
from my point of view.

- I don't give a goddamn
about your point of view.

- It's contagious, isn't it?

Paranoia, conspiracy.

It's not my world, it's theirs.

- I don't want either one.

- You have no choice.

- There's always a choice.

- Oh really, did
you have a choice

when the hotel owner hid
the squatter problem?

Or when your family went
head on to a drunk driver

when they were picking
you up from summer camp.

How much choice did you
have in being an orphan?

- What, shit happens.

There's a still a choice,
what you do about it.

- Oh really?

And what did you
do about it, huh?

- Well I didn't
fucking sell myself.

- Fuck you.

(shouting)

What do you want me to do
about it, huh, say I'm sorry?

I'm not fucking sorry.

You want me to be
sorry about that night?

Huh?

It was so damn good.

(moaning)

The fifth floor, west
end, facing the street.

Right there.

- You're gonna break in
there to steal a copy

of a book you're
never gonna publish?

- It could put
somebody in jeopardy,

someone who's helped me a lot.

You don't have to do this.

- I know.

(bell dinging)

(tense music)

- You wait here and
watch the elevator.

(tense music)

What's the matter?

- It's taking too
long, let's go.

- Just a minute, I gotta...

(sighing)

- Oh Jesus Christ.

- That's J.B.'s signature.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, we've got to go.

(tense music)

J.B.

- You should see the
look on your face.

- Run!

(intense music)

(gun cocking)

(gunfire)

Goddammit, Mary!

Mary, goddammit!

Oh shit.

All right, Mary.

I'm hit.

You goddamn shot me.

It's okay if you wanna
come finish me off,

now would be the time to do it.

Because if you don't, Mary,
if you don't come up here

I'm gonna come down there,
because we gotta talk.

(gunshot)

Stop that!

What is this all about?

Is this about the book?

I read the book, okay?

I mean, you haven't done
anything to be ashamed of.

Really, it's my responsibility.

I was the team leader.

I mean, if I would've
been doing my job,

I would've seen what
was happening to you

and I would've understood
and I would've been able

to help you.

And I didn't, and I'm sorry.

It's my responsibility,

it's still my responsibility,
for Christ's sake.

I'm the one who
recruited you, remember?

You know?

I mean, I found you.

And we were a team, we
were a goddamn good team

and we can be a team again.

- No.

(gunshot)

- We can be a team again
because we did some

goddamn good work together
for some goddamn good reasons.

I know you remember that.

I mean, you ever
think about that?

I mean, do you miss it?

I miss it.

Goddamn, I miss it.

So look (chuckling)
I still love you.

And you know that, don't you?

I've always loved you,
I'm always gonna love you,

there's nothing you could do
to make me stop loving you.

And really, and I hope you
don't resent my bringing

this to your attention,

but I'm the only one
who can love you.

(thrilling music)

(grunting)

- Oh goddammit, come on.

(intense music)

(gunfire)

Here you go.

- Jesus, it itches.

- That's just lice, come on.

- Hey.

Hey.

You want my shoes too?

Huh?

(banging)

- Stop.

Pull over.

This is it.

Hey, thanks.

- My pleasure, be safe.

- We got a ways to go.

- How much farther?

- Oh, about 40 miles.

- 40?

I ain't walking 40 miles.

(laughing)

Of course you're not,
I've got a car, come on.

Okay.

- [Will] I thought we were
going to the mountains.

- [Mary] There's something
I wanna show you first.

- [Will] Beautiful boat.

- Oh, it's more than that.

The registry can't
be traced to me

and nobody knows about it.

- You act like all
this is normal.

Guess that works in your world.

- Yeah, it does.

I mean, what works
in your world, huh?

How well do you sleep at night?

Why did you help me that night?

What made you cross that line?

- When my family died, I
thought it was the lowest point

in my life.

Then came the MacArthur Hotel.

I did my own safety checks, I
mean aside from the other ones

and I heard a sound and I
shined a light and I saw a rat.

Only now I know
what it really was.

When they pulled my
card, it was a relief.

I don't ever wanna
push the button again.

I guess that's not an
answer to your question.

- Yes it is.

We'll be safe here.

Here.

Go on in.

- I need some sleep.

- I know.

(peaceful music)

(dramatic music)

(chuckling)

I...

I used to wonder about people
who ended up in terrible ways.

How they came to
cross that line.

But

it's a series of
lines, you know?

That keep getting moved back
until eventually you're lost.

- Why did you want
me to read this?

- Because I wanted you to know

that I didn't
start out this way.

(sighing)

When I finally figured
out that the government

was paying me shit
money for my expertise,

I began to demand
extraordinary gifts

from the people I entertained.

But things just kept
getting worse, and so I ran.

- What do you want from me?

- I have a plan to
get away for good.

- Well, you seem to
have it all worked out.

- I thought I had but I couldn't
leave till I finished that

and then when I did I
didn't wanna go alone.

- You telling me
you want company?

- Well, what are you gonna do?

You can't stay.

Your fingerprints are all
over my shrink's office.

- I don't know.

I don't know that I care.

- Oh come on, you don't
have a death wish.

You have a life wish like me.

- A life wish?

- Yeah.

(glass shattering)

You always smoke when you
don't know what to feel.

You don't deal with your anger
very well either, do you?

Maybe that's why you've
been blowing things

up all your life.

Come on, would it be so bad?

Us getting away together?

Huh?

Goddammit, will
you say something?

What is wrong?

Is it my past, hm,
is that what it is?

Is it too much for you?

Are you disgusted?

Is that what it is?

Do you want what they
had, huh, is that it?

You want what they had?

- No.

- What then?

- Sh.

Sh.

(sobbing)

I want this.

(moaning)

(dramatic music)

(moaning)

(yawning)

(revelatory tones)

(piano music)

(dramatic music)

(sighing)

- [Stephen] Why would
she kill her doctor?

- [Will] I don't know, to
shut her up, I don't know,

but she signed it just like
the one in her freezer.

- [Stephen] Yeah, but why?

- It's all part of some
plan she's got to disappear.

The woman, the one
in the freezer,

the one whose teeth she changed
to match her dental records?

She just had the bad
luck of looking like her.

Mine was sleeping with her.

I don't know what's going on.

I know I just want out.

I just want out.

- You forgot to count.

- Huh?

- Your fingers.

Hey, hey, Will, look
I know you're upset,

but let's just
look at the facts.

If you didn't have anything
to do with the shrink's death,

forensics will bear you out.

I went by your
house the other day.

There's evidence there.

There's evidence here.

- What are you saying?

- You know what I'm saying.

You gotta turn yourself in.

- No, no way.

- No, Will, Will,
now listen to me,

I know you've had a
bad couple of years,

and we both know that justice
is neither swift nor blind,

but you're getting
in real deep here.

- It won't work.

- The bottom line is that you
haven't done anything wrong.

Have you?

- That didn't help with
the MacArthur Hotel.

- Oh shit.

I don't know what to say.

I mean, what else can I do?

What do you want from me?

- Cash.

- Cash?

You got cash here.

- There's only a couple
of thousand there.

It could be marked,
I can't touch that.

Look, man, I got nothing.

I got no credit
cards, no ID, nothing.

- You're putting me in an
extremely awkward position.

- Look, there's gotta be
a million jewels there.

Get me 30, 40 grand,
take the rest.

- I don't want the rest.

It's Sunday, the
banks are closed.

(somber music)

All right, I...

I might have to make
a couple of calls.

(sighing)

Come on in the
back, you look like

you could use something to eat.

- Oh thank you, thank you.

- Not much of an appetite, huh?

Oh, Francis, could
you run upstairs

and give my wife a
hand, please, ma'am?

- Why'd you do that?

- Oh, I just thought
we oughta be alone.

- The door, you just
unlocked the door.

- No, I didn't.

No no, I just checked it.

- No, you didn't.

- Will, look this whole thing's
making you a little nuts.

(tense music)

I tried to tell you, I tried to.

You've put me in a real
awkward position here, I...

- [J.B.] Rickman, this
is an old watch here.

- Yeah, it was my father's.

- Yeah?

All right.

Let's do this one more time.

You say she has a cabin
in the mountains here.

- Yes.

- And she's there now.

- I told you she's dead by now.

- You're sure about that?

Mary Ann Curran,
designation Dove,

known to you as Alex Canis.

Are you sure she's
dead, Rickman?

- I trip wired her cabin.

It'll blow 10 seconds
after the front door opens.

- But you don't actually know
for a fact she's dead, do you?

- [Will] No.

- You just hope
she is, don't you?

- Yes.

- I mean, you really
want her dead.

- Yes.

- God, Rickman, she's
really something, isn't she?

Isn't she something?

I mean, she's just got this
way about her, doesn't she?

She can really get
under your skin.

Rickman?

You wouldn't lie
to me, would you?

- Sure I would.

- That's a good answer.

- J.B., take a look at this.

Definitely the ones I traced.

- How much?

- 200K.

- What's the total?

- About a million eight.

- That's not even half of it.

Even if she only got 30 cents
on the dollar at the cleaner.

I want a chemical interrogation.

- We don't have time, J.B.

We need him sharp to navigate.

I'm satisfied with the results.

- You are?

- Yes, I am.
- I'm not.

Now, according to
our friend in there,

she could already be dead.

- You know the Dove, she's
always got a back door.

- We need to move now
before she takes flight.

- Not yet.

Not until I'm ready.

This is the part where the spy

offers the victim a cigarette.

Dammit, I didn't
mean to do that.

(spitting)

Rickman, in the old days
there used to be an operative

whose signature was to take a
lit cigarette just like this

and press it against
a man's eyeball

with just enough pressure
so that without even bending

the cigarette, he
could sort of plop

and poke it the
whole way through.

In the old days.

Now here's the
bottom line, Rickman,

I don't say this to many people.

I'm gonna say it to you.

If we had more time,
I mean I don't know,

maybe a couple of days, we
could be friends you and me.

I mean, I really think
we could be friends,

and I'd like that.

Would you?

But I don't have more time.

Goddammit, Rickman, I
don't have any more time.

You won't believe the
pressure I'm under here.

I mean, that's my problem.

Now it's your problem.

(tense music)

Well, Rickman, our
machine tells us

you were telling the truth
about where the Dove is.

But you're telling
a lie about whether

or not you want her dead.

Now, it's possible that you're
just having mixed emotions.

It's also possible, and
this is what troubles me,

it's possible you're simply
lying about everything.

And since I don't
have time to conduct

a thorough interrogation,
I'm gonna have

to take some shortcuts.

- What do you want?

- I want the truth, Rickman,
about the location of the Dove.

- I told you.

- Yes you did, didn't you?

- What do you want from me?

- Rickman, I want
you to convince me.

(screaming)
(television white noise)

- I think I finally got you,
J.B., try and pick this out.

Damn.

- You were wrong
about the doctor.

The Cat's Cradle is
actually my signature.

Ortiz, break his finger.

(bone cracking)
(screaming)

All right now, Rickman, next
is your arm, then your leg.

You understand?

So you behave yourself.

Get in the van.

(ominous music)

So it's the first left after
the county line, is that right?

Is that right?

- Yeah.

- That must be Santa
Rosa Creek Road.

It'll be coming right up.

- [J.B.] All right,
cut the lights.

All right, stop here, stop here.

- [Burns] Did you
see that, J.B.?

(horn honking)

- That's her.

- [Will] You're
not gonna stop her?

- Come on come on come
on, what's the delay?

- He said 10 seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

- Alex!

(explosion booming)

- Let's move.

(dramatic music)

(fire crackling)

Let's go.

Move.

- Come down here.

J.B.

(dramatic music)

- [Mary] Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You're hurt.

- Come on.

(panting)

You got it.

- Shit.

- Do you want me to do it?

- No.

(explosion booming)

(panting)

- Come on.

(pleasant tones)

- [Will] You know,
I was thinking

about leaving it all behind,
but actually doing it.

God, you're beautiful.

You are beautiful.

I wanna know
everything about you.

Everything, everything you
love, food, music, anything.

What's your favorite color?

(giggling)

- [Mary] Blue, what's yours?

- [Will] Blue.

- [Mary] There, you see?

I knew we had
something in common.

(laughing)

(romantic music)