trees a-and
the... and the whole shot?
- As in California.
- Oh, my God.
- As in the entire wheat belt.
- He would do that?
All he has to do is spill a couple
of drops, and the wind'll do the rest.
Don't try to bargain with
me. I want $20 million cash.
And please don't insult my
intelligence by trying to mark it.
All right. Only it's going to take
a couple of hours. Where are you?
Don't be ridiculous, Weldon.
They're his accomplices.
- Oh, please! - They're
professionals. - Oh, no, sir!
- I believe them.
- What?
- You believe that a couple of
two-bit actresses... - Oh, l...
- Where are they taking me? - Could
have tracked down Michael Santers? - Yes.
It was a rendezvous. They helped him
to escape. I was there. You remember?
Yeah, what did we know? He was just
some guy we happened to be boffing.
Damn it, I don't boff.
I have never boffed.
Okay, had sex with. Is
that white enough for you?
- Move it.
- Sir, if you'll just go over their statements...
That's what I intend to do at Fort Morgan in a nice
underground cell until we get Santers' whereabouts.
You want to know his whereabouts? Fine. He
said he was going to Tres Crucas, New Mexico.
That's a little bit too easy,
isn't it? Get in the van!
That's a little bit too easy,
isn't it? Get in the van!
Okay, okay, here's an idea. Why don't we all
go to Tres Crucas and see if Michael is there?
I'll prove it to you.
I kn... I know, I know. Your head hurts,
and it's our fault. I understand that.
- But if you'd only identified yourself...
- Oh, I see.
- You want me to walk up to enemy operatives and hand
over... - Oh, come on! - Ah, who's an enemy operative?
- Hey, Steve, why the hell are we slowing down?
- Wait just a...
Who the hell are you?
Oh, my God!
Some of us who teach can also do.
What do you want?
- Where is Michael Santers?
- Hey, you should know.
You're the ones he's working for.
This is last time I will ask you.
Where is Michael Santers?
Come on, come on, come on! Go. Go!
I think you'll stay.
I never died better, did I, teach?
Okay, let's go up, real easy.
That a boy. That a boy.
Yeah, you're a good
actor, but a lousy shot.
Please, look, we can make bargain.
- Uh, the KGB is very generous.
- Oh... Oh, stop with the KGB.
How dare you defraud the entire
New York theatre community?
- Lauren. - I've
never... Hi. - Lauren.
- I've never heard such behaviour in my
life. - Lauren. - These people are artists.
- Lauren. - What is it? -
Th-That's not the hot issue here.
The... No. No.
Okay. Okay, here it comes, Stan.
You're gonna tell us right now
what was going on in that class...
or Sandy's gonna shoot you.
I'll shoot it off, Stan.
We needed couriers.
- How? -
Yeah. - Uh...
your notebooks.
I left microdot for him in yours,
and he sent back reply in yours.
Well, if he stole the toxin
for you, why don't you have it?
He screwed you too.
He screwed me too.
Ladies, I admit I've made a big mistake,
but if you'd just put yourself in my hands...
you can walk away from here right
now with full federal protection.
Complete clearance of
all conspiracy charges.
I will give you free acting
lessons for the rest of your life.
- We'll pay all the expenses you've incurred.
- Oh, stop it.
The both of you, you're so
full of it. Come on, let's go.
It stinks around here.
Thanks for trying.
- We'll find you.
- Not if the coyotes find you first!
- Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
- Please!
Please!
Blood is on your head, you putz.
- This is the worst day of my life.
- Yeah.
- We're a couple of chumps. You know that, don't you?
- Oh, we're worse than that.
- Mmm, well, okay, yeah.
- I can't believe I didn't see it.
- I am so humiliated.
- I know.
He hit on us for those notebooks.
"Hit on"? He got me to pick him up.
Tell me! I attacked
him in a Burger King.
I worked all night on his
fucking pumpkin costume.
- For a mythical student, if you will.
- No!
- Yes!
- No.
Hey, I baked cookies
for