right. I've known from the first time I saw you sleaze into that office. You lied to that phone man... you lied your way into the class and you're lying now. - I'm gonna get you for this! - Whoa! Whoa, my... Oh! Well, what the hell? - Well, that's not his... - No way. Look at that. - It's too small. - It's a fuckin' pencil. - Where's the appendix scar? - And that little mole? It's somebody else! He's alive! He's alive! He's a... Well, thank you. Wait a minute, wait a minute. This was my idea. I don't care, I'm gonna handle this. You don't have the dimmest, dullest notion how to handle this. You can't just walk in and bluntly announce this kind of thing. Thing, thing. What kind of thing are you talking about? You can't even say it. You sure as hell can't tell 'em. And just what do you think the response is going to be when you do? You suggest... You suggest... You suggest that on the basis of this little nugget of testimony... we spend tax dollars on an investigation? Have you been listening to us? The man in the morgue could not possibly be Michael Santers. All you have to do is look at his... If you were to look... in the region... If you were to look down. Michael was not a guy other guys would have made fun of in a locker room, okay? - I think he's got the big picture now. - Well, I don't think he does. This guy in the morgue, whoever he is... he's got, uh... Does the phrase "needle dick..." "the bug fucker," mean anything to you? - I beg your pardon! - You big lunkhead! Now get outta here and don't come back. The model of tact and decorum. Oh, who gives a shit? He wasn't gonna help us. Well, of course not! You sounded insane. Oh, it is insane. If he's alive, where is he? He's probably back at my house, wonderin' where the hell I am. - Taxi! - Your house? - Taxi! - Oh. - Taxi! - Wait a minute. - W-W-Wait just a minute here. - Come here! Taxi! I don't believe for one minute that he's at your apartment. Oh, boy, are you gonna shit cement! Taxi! Taxi! If Michael is anywhere, I assure you he is at my place. - Taxi, taxi! - Oh, you believe that? I believe that he loved me, that he barely knew you. And you're... you're fantasizing a relationship that is probably... - an isolated, drunken encounter. - Isolated? Isolated? Hey, this girl does not have one-night stands. Every guy I have ever slept with... and we are way into double digits here, has come back for more. Every single one! - You wanna hit me, right? - Oh, wouldn't I just love it. - Okay, give it a try. Give it a try. Let's go, let's go. Bob and weave, honey. Bob and weave. - Who dresses you anyway? - Okay, okay. Try it. Okay. Stand still, you little bitch. I'm gonna bash your little WASP brains out. I'm gonna hit you. I'm gonna murder you. - That's what I'm gonna do. - Talk about dingbats. They'll lead us right to him. - Nine... Nine years of ballet! - You're too weird to hit. - Taxi! - Oh, taxi! - Taxi! - Taxi! Taxi! Well, now wait just a minute. Wait just a... All right, all right. Okay, okay. You insist Michael is at your apartment. I think he's at mine. So we'll go to both. If he's at your place, which I doubt... then I will tell him goodbye and good riddance. If on the other hand he's at mine... you will find yourself a nice biker and compare tattoos. Oh! You see, he's here. Now don't make a scene. Try to be adult about this. - Oh, my God. - Relax, it's just thieves. Russian thieves? He was here. - Colton's? - They're looking for Michael. Let me see. Hi, Mrs Hardy. - Who are these morons? - I don't know. Stop! Come back! Oh, oh. Oh, God. - Oh, my God. - Help me. Come on! Pretty baby. - Oh! - Put it down. This isn't supposed to be up. Oh, damn! You messed up the thingee! You crazy bastards. Mr Atkins, these girls are bimbos. They know nothing. - What do we want 'em for? - They know he survived. They may know where he is. We ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Ремо Уильямс: Приключение начинается на английском - текст Вкус Сайры на английском - текст Ночь кометы на английском - текст Доктор Живаго на английском - текст Анна Каренина на английском |