doing that?
No. For that, you just edit yourself out.
But be sure to include yourself in the tapes
from time to time...
...because if you systematically
edit yourself out...
...we can deduce who you are through
the process of elimination...
...whether we want to or not.
I'm not sure I exactly--
We take it for granted that you are
one of the individuals...
...that are in Arctor's circle of roommates
and friends that frequent the house.
I mean, undoubtedly, you're either
Jim Barris or Ernie Luckman...
...Charles Freck...
...even Arctor himself.
Hell, you could be Donna,
for all I know.
As my superior,
I figure you'd know all this stuff.
How the hell would I know?
I'm just a little guy behind a big desk.
You'd have to go way up the food chain
to access that kind of info.
You know, instead of me
doing any maintenance...
...send someone to the house
once a month, in uniform...
...and have him say, "Good morning.
I'm here to service the monitoring devices
covertly installed on your premises."
Maybe that sucker Arctor
would even pick up the bill.
Actually, I think Arctor would probably
kill the guy and then disappear.
If it's proven that Arctor is,
in fact, hiding that much.
Believe me, Arctor is hiding a great deal.
We've got more recent
information on him analyzed...
...and there's no doubt about it,
he's a ringer.
A three-dollar bill. The guy is a phony.
So keep on him until he drops...
...until we have enough to arrest him
and make it stick.
You think he's high up in the,
you know, Substance D network?
What we think is of
no importance to your work.
You report your limited conclusions,
and we evaluate.
- You got it?
- Okay, okay.
I got it.
I'd say Arctor is doomed
if he's up to something.
And I have a hunch,
from what you're saying, that he is.The idling jets could be replaced with
smaller jets that would compensate.
And with a tach, he could just watch
his rpms so it didn't over-rev.
Usually just backing off
on the gas pedal...
...causes it to upshift
if the automatic linkage doesn't.
What are you grease monkeys up to?
Bob's got a bent choke shaft.
- How much does this Impala weigh?
- Weighs about 1000 pounds.
Thousand pounds traveling at
80 miles per hour builds up a force of--
That's 1000 pounds with passengers in it
and a full tank of gas.
- For a fact? Okay.
- How many passengers?
- Twelve.
- Six in the front, six in the back.
No, that's 11 in the back
and the driver sitting alone in the front.
Extra weight on the rear wheels
is to keep from fishtailing.
- We talking about 1250-pound passengers?
- Kids' soccer team.
Now, is that metal or plastic cleats?
- Metal cleats for safety.
- Okay, my computations are complete.
You are just heckle tweak,
but you are bug-bite squared.
- What kind of bug?
- About-to-get-fucked-up-bitch beetle.
- Hey, come on. Cool it, you guys.
- Tell me--
Step back. Freck-and-frack,
Ernie's on the attack.
- What is this?
- Come on.
- I'm desperately afraid.
- I'm gonna knock your nads...
...up into your nostrils
for talking to your betters that way.
All right.
I'm a technician, you're an interloper.
You are constitutionally incapable
of not shutting the fuck up.
- Bring it!
- Shut the fuck up!
No, no, proctology boy,
I'm coming after you.
Shut it. Hey. Hey.
I have the perfect tool for this job.
- I was only kidding him.
- Fuck.
Fuck!
What if he goes in there
and he gets his gun and his silencer?
I'm leaving.
This place has become unsafe.
No, hey, hey, Freck. No, come on.
You're a bro, man. Stick around.
What's the hammer for, Barris?
No, I just saw it inside and thought I,
you know, should bring it along with me.
- Same with this.
- You ready?
Yeah, what do you want?
- Come on, hammerhead.
- Shut up.
- Make a move.
- Don't like it.
Okay. If you guys are gonna kill each other,
I'm splitting.
- It's getting very fucked up over here.
- Hey, Freck.
The most dangerous kind of