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.
- What do you want?
You're a natural blonde.
- You tan. You make me sick!
- Natural? You think this is natural?
- My dear, you too can have this color.
- No shit? It looks great.
- Thanks. It's a rinse
with a cellophane toner.
- Yeah?
- Want a Tic Tac?
- Yeah.
L...
Well, I'd say,
"Good luck," but...
Yeah.
- Whatever.
- Yeah, whatever.
Hello.
Michael, no!
You?
- [Gunshots]
- Aaah!
- Michael!
- Michael!
- He's all right.
- Oh.
Let's get him
out of here.
[Groaning]
- Michael!
- Michael!
- Oh!
- Oh! Oh!
You're okay.
It's just a bump.
- [Lauren] Yeah.
- My God.
- Michael!
- Michael!
I feel we are entitled
to an explanation.
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.
- I know you're in trouble,
but I'd like to discuss this.
- Right now!
- Wait a minute.
- [Lauren] Oh, please!
Oh, Michael!
Here, darling, let me help you up.
- Ow!
- Oh! Easy!
- You mean you did this on your own?
- [Both] Yeah.
There's nobody with you?
- No.
- He changed the subject.
- You see how he did that?
- Yes, you did.
[Lauren] There's an issue at stake.
You're not getting out of it.
How did you
follow me here?
L... Well, we knew you
weren't dead at the morgue.
And you told them?
- Well, of course we told them.
- Shit!
- Bad idea, huh?
- Wait a minute.
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 outta here.
I'll meet you in Tres Crucas.
- [Russell]
Screw 'em. You got the stuff.
- We don't have the advantage.
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 goin' 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.
Oh, I can't go on.
I don't want to 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 are you doing worrying
about your love life goin' to shit?
We're gonna die!
That's comforting.
[Sandy]
Who the hell are they?
[Lauren] How am I supposed to know?
He's after Michael.
They're the good guys!
[Lauren]
Help us! Down here, please!
[Sandy]
Down here!
[Lauren]
Get into the light!
He won't go for us
if we're in the light!
[Sandy] It won't hold still!
It's moving too fast!
Come on, Sandy!
Hurry!
[Indistinct Yelling]
[Sandy]
He's gonna cut us up!
[Michael]
I'll get you! I'll get you!
Come on!
Looks like these ends are gonna stay
loose a little longer, ya big shithead!
Come on down here!
Hello!
Weldon?
Hello! I guess
you know Mr. Atkins.
- Oh, my God!
- No! It's all right!
We're C.I.A.
C.I.A.?
Um, can I offer you ladies
coffee or, um, a Coke?
Weldon!
What is going on?
L... I'm not authorized
to debrief you...
You're not authorized
to debrief me?
After I saved you from
being throttled? Weldon.
Who is Michael Santers?
He was one of our best.
Very high clearance.
Access to everything.
And then we began to suspect
that he was a double agent...
working for Korzenowski.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Korzenowski,
our teacher?
Our teacher and,
I'm sorry to tell you,
a key undercover man
for the Russians.
Oh, please!
The man has a reputation.
He was the definitive lear.
He is the definitive KGB.
That's why I was
in that class. To see...
if he and Santers
were in contact.
And they were?
We still don't know how. I never saw
them come within a mile of each other.
But somehow
Korzenowski hired him.
What did Michael do?
He stole the