now.
I'll get you
for this!
No!
- Aaah!
- Aaah!
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?
- Aah!
- It's somebody else! He's alive!
[Clears Throat]
Thank you.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
- This was my idea.
- I don't care, I'm going to 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 them.
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?
Aah!
- I beg your pardon!
- Now get out of here
and don't come back.
[Lauren]
The model of tact and decorum.
- 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
wondering where the hell I am.
- [Whistling] Taxi!
- Your house?
- Taxi!
- Wait a minute.
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 fantasizing a relationship...
- that is probably an isolated
drunken encounter.
- Isolated!
Isolated? This girl
does not have one-night stands.
Every guy I have slept with,
and we are way into double digits here,
has come back
for more.
Every single one!
You want to hit me,
right?
Okay, okay, give it a try.
Let's go, let's go.
Ha, ha, ha.
Bob and weave, honey.
[Sandy]
Who dresses you anyway?
Stand still,
you little son of a bitch.
I'm gonna bash
your little WASP brains out!
Talk about dingbats.
They'll lead us
right to him.
- Nine years of ballet!
- You're too weird to hit.
- Taxi!
- Taxi!
Now wait
just a minute.
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
good-bye 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.
[Speaking Russian]
- Oh, my God.
- Relax, it's just thieves.
Russian thieves?
He was here.
- Colton's?
- They're looking for Michael.
- Let me see.
- [Gasps]
Hi, Mrs. Hardy.
- Now who are these morons?
- I don't know.
Stop!
Come back!
Oh, God.
Oh, my.
Come on!
[Cawing]
Mr. Atkins, these girls are bimbos.
They know nothing.
- What do we want them 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.
God.
Well, so much for your apartment.
You want to try mine?
[Gasps]
They've been here.
- Oh, my God.
- Wait a minute.
Nobody's been here.
This is normal.
- Come on. Geez.
- Oh, no.
[Sandy]
Michael?
Michael?
Michael?
Michael?
- [Sandy] He's not here.
- I'm going to find him.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
Where?
Well, he could be hiding,
he could be hurt.