- 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
gotta get back on the trail.
So we're gonna cover every
airport, every bus depot...
every train station, every
car rental out of this city.
- Oh, God.
- Oh, my God.
Well, so much for your
apartment. You wanna try mine?
They've been here. Oh, my God.
Wait a minute. Nobody's
been here. This is normal.
- Come on. Geez!
- Oh, no.
Michael? Michael?
Michael? Michael? Mi...
- He's not here.
- I'm going to find him.
- Oh yeah? -
Yeah. - Where?
Well, he... he could be hiding,
he could be hurt. I don't know.
But I know that he needs
me. Now if you'll excuse me.
Where you gonna look? His apartment?
You think he's gonna be hangin' out at
his apartment, someone wants to kill him?
Oh, well, I'm not
going to his apartment.
- Then where are you going?
- Isn't that my business?
Okay, look. Hold it, okay?
All right, if you have an
idea, you might as well tell me.
And we'll both go. We'll go find
him and we'll help him out of this.
And then we'll make him choose.
- Choose?
- Yeah.
- Between us?
- Yeah.
- I doubt that he'll know your name.
- Then we're on.
I mean, you're so goddam sure it's
gonna be you, what do you care?
I'm confident, yes.
Well, so am I. So let's go.
- Good.
- Oh, wait. I gotta fluff.
Could you fluff a little faster?
- What is that?
- I got it off a Christmas tree at Saks.
- You defiled a Christmas tree?
- No one saw.
What, nothing for the nose?
Oh, Lady Di, explain this to me.
The man's afraid for his life.
He's not gonna stop and buy tobacco.
Oh, you obviously didn't spend the
kind of time with Michael that I did.
- He... He couldn't last a day without his Colton's.
- I knew that.
Uh-huh. Did you also know this is the
only place in town that carries it?
- I didn't know that.
- No, no, you didn't.
Now, listen. This time,
let me handle this.
Your simplest exchanges with
people become pornographic.
- That is a fucking lie.
- Need I say more.
Excuse me, sir.
Yeah, I know the guy.
Have you seen him? Was he here today?
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe not.
When do you think you
might arrive at a decision?
Uh, over a