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 lmpala 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 person
is the one who's afraid of his own shadow.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- I'll tell you.
It means that if you take
too much of that stuff...
...you not only start seeing
bugs all over...
...but you start talking like... and
no one can understand you.
What'd you say, Barris?
I didn't understand.
See, you guys are fucked up.
No, no, it is y-uck-uck-ou
that are fuck-ucked-ed up.
Hey, go Freck yourself.
Don't take the car, you'll kill yourself.
So this guy's been going around claiming
to be a world-famous impostor, right?
Says he's posed, at one time or another,
as a surgeon at John Hopkins...
...as a theoretical,
submolecular, high-velocity...
...particle-research physicist
on a federal grant at Harvard...
...as a Finnish novelist
who won the Nobel Prize for literature...
...as a deposed Argentinean president...
...who was married to a go-go dancer
from Chicago...
He got away with all that?