just not here!
- The room makes you nervous?
- No, we gotta run for our lives!
You've been working too hard.
Your mind is exhausted.
The mind is a very complex thing.
- Especially one like yours.
- You don't understand.
There's this drugged-out lunatic
who expects me to meet him
in 20 minutes in the parking lot.
An intellectual, like an athlete,
can overtrain, burn out.
- What you need is physical therapy.
- Oh, my God, the money!
Wait, we'll leave it for the maid.
Think 10,000 is too big a tip?
Oh, no, I can't... He'll come after me!
No, if I... If we do this, I could be killed!
- Your wife has got you by the balls.
- Not at the moment.
Baby, this won't take long.
- Did Laura tell you that?
- Wylie...
I've fallen in love with your mind.
- Now let me love your body.
- I'm reaching the point of no return.
OK, I passed it.
- Sshh!
- What the fuck do you mean, "Sshh"?
It's OK, Wylie, they're friends.
Friends? I don't need any new friends.
I mean, what...?
Listen, Mr Joyner,
we were just discussing the DYP specs,
the tubular heat exchanger.
Loparino...!
34, not too tight, Tuesday afternoon?
What the fuck is going on here?
These guys are from the FBI,
I mean serious...
Don't they have more important jobs
than spying on innocent engineers...?
Ever seen this man before?
He looks like somebody I had a drink
with recently, but I can't be positive.
- What did he say?
- You can talk.
- You're not alone any more.
- I noticed.
- What are they talking about?
- He said he wanted the DYP-Gyro.
Can you believe it? The guy
comes to me after all my hard work,
expects me to sell him my DYP-Gyro.
I mean, shit! What a world!
Yes, Wylie, but we can
make this a better world.
This is what we've been waiting for.
We've been tailing this Jeff for months.
- We saw him make contact with you.
- Turn around now, please.
- Lucky you were half-undressed.
- What is this?
- They're wiring you.
- It's for a microphone.
We wanna hear everything.
- Wha...
- Hold still!
- You've heard of industrial espionage.
- Of course I've heard of industrial...
Jeff is a major figure in the shipment
of stolen goods out of this country.
Where to? Other planets?
The man's a space cadet!
He smuggles top secret, high-tech
equipment behind the Iron Curtain.
Goddam, what is this?
We want you to give Jeff
the DYP information.
- And then we're gonna nail him!
- We have got to stop this individual.
- We? Let these peeping Toms stop him.
- No, Wylie.
- That's a cop-out.
- What?
Come down off your ivory tower
and help them.
Ivory tower? I've just been caught
with my pants down.
They say this Jeff character
might have killed somebody.
Why didn't you say so earlier?
He might have killed somebody?
Why, sure! In that case, I'd love to help!
Are you crazy?
I'm an engineer! You want
G Gordon Liddy, you should get him.
I can understand your reluctance
but there are things I should explain.
Oh, no! Not that arm!
I'm gonna save you some
embarrassment and us some time.
We've been following Jeff
since he was talking to Holtzman.
We know that you stole
the DYP-Gyro from Holtzman...
Stole?! Wait...
You stole the DYP,
which is classified material,
fraudulently claimed it as your own,
and committed treason by accepting
cash for it from a foreign agent.
Now that is where you're at, Wylie,
unless you wanna listen to my deal...
I've done some soul-searching
and I've decided I wanna help.
- That's the kind of guy I am.
- I knew they could count on you.
- Way to go, man!
- I'll talk to you later!
- Jeff said to meet him in that parking lot.
- It's probably too late.
- Jeff's heading for the parking lot.
- All right, this is it.
- Oh, no...
- Wylie... l'll be waiting for you.
Maybe you could go and I'll wait here.
Seriously, Jeff's a sucker for women.
What if Claire met him and said
I had Legionnaire's disease...
- Or maybe my haemorrhoids...
- I repeat, the bait is on the hook.
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