sink with the big fish in it.
-A bottle of Southern Comfort?
-Yeah, it's here.
I want you to take a big old tug
on that baby.
I'll do the rest, all right?
We're gonna drink this one to Ozzie.
A good man who tried to save my ass
by injecting me into yours.
To Ozzie.
Come on, lucky flask.
Great, Jack.
When things are at their darkest, pal...
...it's a brave man
who can kick back and party.
Jack, let the good times roll.
-I didn't know dancing was so much fun.
-You ought to try it with a girl sometime.
Someone like this?
Yeah.
Somebody like that.
You know what's weird?
You are seeing parts of my body...
...that I will never get to see.
Believe me,
you're not missing all that much.
The gastric mucosa.
Intestinal villi. Pulmonary alveoli.
Faraway places with...
...strange-sounding names.
Hey, Jack. Jack!
-Go to the mirror in the bedroom, will you?
-Why?
I don't know what you look like
from the outside.
Sure.
Are you drunk?
I got up a little too fast,
so I was just a little dizzy.
Yeah, right.
-ls that you?
-Yeah, that's me.
-Look at you.
-Yeah, look at me.
Go to the mirror. Come on.
-How's this?
-A little too close, Jack.
Too close? How is this? Is this good?
You know what,
we're going to need a lot more help.
-Can you drive? Is your head clear?
-Yes, yes.
Slap yourself in the face.
-What?
-Your face. Slap it.
Harder!
Again!
-Sober yet?
-One more time.
-How does it feel?
-lt feels good.
The Jack Putter machine, zero defects.
God help us.
"Espionage in Silicon Valley.
"The buying and selling
of advanced technology."
It sounded like Sunday supplement stuff
to me then...
...and that's how it sounds to me now.
Will you look at me
when I'm talking to you?
When people get murdered,
that's when we'll print it in Metro.
Harry, people are getting murdered.
A scientist named Ozzie Wexler
was killed today in a shopping mall.
-Nobody saw who did it.
-What do you know about him?
More than the police. He worked for a lab
called Vector-Scope near the mall.
Something gets stolen maybe?
I don't know. The lab's locked up tight.
Why?
-The Cowboy.
-Who's the Cowboy?
-ls he here now?
-On his way.
TWA flight 607,
arriving San Francisco at 4:00 p.m.
Will you talk to me?
What am l, chopped liver?
Who's the Cowboy?
I'm sorry, sir,
you'll have to extinguish that cigar.
There is nothing like a good cigar.
Eh, partner?
-Hey, there she is!
-Where?
I saw her out of the corner of your eye.
Honk the horn! Honk the horn!
Pull over!
-You see her?
-Yeah.
What do you think you're doing?
Does Tuck Pendelton know
you have his car? No!
He'd sooner trust you
with his life than with his car.
Here we go.
You're wearing Tuck's jacket. Why?
-Lydia, shut up and listen.
-Lydia, shut up and listen.
You said that good.
Tuck's in trouble. He needs your help.
Tuck is being held for ransom.
In a manner of speaking, yes.
We need a certain microchip
to get him back.
Unfortunately it was taken
from Vector-Scope labs this morning.
So there was a break-in! How did Tuck...
-How did you get involved in this?
-Me?
-lt's a long story.
-Good. Reporters love long stories.
Don't let her take control
over the conversation.
Be aggressive. Dominate her.
Don't be a wuss-puss. Be me.
Look, Lydia,
you're just going to have to trust me.
There's no time to explain.
We only have until 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.
That's good.
9:00 tomorrow morning?
Can't we negotiate for more time?
No, we...
Where is he? Where are they keeping him?
Where?
Close by.
In the area.
In the immediate area, vicinity.
-lt's difficult to know...
-Who has him?
Would you excuse me for a second?
I'll be right back.
I blew it. I can't handle her.
No. You didn't do so bad.
She's a tough cookie.
She's a beautiful tough cookie.
You're a lucky guy.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-Nothing. I just hate this.
Why can't we tell her the truth?
She might even believe us.
-Besides, it's humiliating