had this old Cadillac, see? We couldn't
get rid of it. I said, what the hell...
Oh, my God, there they are.
- And I played it big. No use playing it little.
I'm just sorry it was so... - Look.
Fan out.
- Why don't you get your car
the same colour as your... - Come on.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, where
you gals scootin' off to, huh?
- Panansky!
- Bobby, this way!
Ow!
Hey, buddy! Hey, where
do you think you're...
Throw something.
Go!
And I thought coach was bad.
Panansky! Panansky!
Excuse me. Sir.
- Has flight 501 arrived? - Yes,
ma'am. Right there. - Uh-huh. Yeah.
Panansky!
Where's he going?
No, no, ladies. You
know better than this.
- You're right. - That way. - You're
right, of course. Thanks for your help.
Panansky! Where the hell have you been?
- Michael! - Michael!
- There he goes!
Wait! No, no, wait!
Oh, no, no!
Oh! Yes, okay.
- Hey! Stop!
- Go through that next light!
Go through the yellow! Through it!
You can take the bike back.
Michael and I will be spending
the night in that motel we passed.
Dream on. We'll be on a plane to Hawaii.
- I can't believe it.
- He's really in there.
Yeah.
What's the matter? You afraid?
Why should I be?
Then why don't you go rushing
into his... into his arms, huh?
Well, why don't you?
It's a long way to come to get bad news.
Yeah.
Well...
- Oh, God!
- Oh, I know.
- Let me see.
- Oh, no! Oh!
- Rat woman! Oh!
- Oh, it's not that bad.
- Oh, I'm...
- Oh, no!
- Could we share the mirror?
- Oh, Christ!
- What is it?
- I would be getting a zit.
I don't see anything.
There's nothing there.
- No?
- No. You're worse than I am.
- At least you have eyelashes. Geez.
- Oh, what do you want?
You're a natural blonde.
- And you tan. - I want
eyelashes. - You make me sick.
Oh, natural? You think this is natural?
"Oh, my dear, you too
can have this colour."
- No shit? It looks great.
- Oh, thanks. It's just a
rinse and a cellophane toner.
- Yeah? - You want a Tic
Tac? - Yeah. - Okay. L...
Well, I'd say good luck, but...
Yeah.
- Whatever.
- Yeah, whatever.
Hello.
Michael, no!
You.
- Oh, Michael!
- Michael!
- He's all right.
- Oh! Let's get him out of here.
- Michael? Oh!
- Michael. Oh!
Oh!
You're okay. It's just a bump.
- Yeah.
- My God.
- Michael! - Michael! - I feel that
we are entitled to an explanation here.
- What is your relationship with this woman?
- Did you make it with her?
Do you even know this person?
- That's why you're
here? - Yeah! - Well...
I know you're in some sort of trouble,
but I'd like to discuss this first.
- Please.
- Right now.
- W-Wait a minute. -
Please? - Oh, Michael. Here.
- Darling, let me help you up.
- Oh! Easy.
- You mean you did this on
your own? - Yeah. - Yeah.
- There's nobody with you?
- No.
- He changed the subject.
Did you see how he did that?
- Yes, you did.
Now, look here, Michael, there's an issue
at stake and I'm sorry, you're just not
going to get out of it.
- How did you follow me here? - L-l... Well,
we... we knew you weren't dead at the morgue.
- And you told them?
- Of course we told them. We...
- Shit.
- Bad idea, huh?
Wait a minute. You mean
you wanted to be dead?
It would have been useful.
Russell, abort the rendezvous. There's a
chopper out there, and this could be trouble.
- Get out of here. I'll meet you in Tres Crucas.
- Screw 'em. You got the stuff.
No, we don't have the advantage here.
I'll meet you in Tres Crucas. Acknowledge.
You're the boss. Over and out. Let's go.
You're not a schoolteacher,
are you, Michael?
Michael, what's going
on? What's in Tres Crucas?
- I'm sorry you heard that.
- Who cares what I heard?
What was I to you?
- What was I?
- Convenient.
Moderately enjoyable...
largely forgettable...
and a lesson to me not
to leave loose ends.
I can't go on. I don't wanna go on.
Oh, Mother told me about men like
this. I hate it when she's right.
Oh, loose ends!
That's all I was to him? A loose end?
What