- Okay. I'll go first. Um- - Okay.
Let me say, uh, we don't really need to be here.
See, we've been married five years.
- Six. - Five, six years.
And this is like a checkup for us.
Um, a chance to poke around the engine...
maybe change the oil, replace a seal or two.
Yeah.
[Man] Very well then. Let's pop the hood.
On a scale of one to 10, how happy are you as a couple?
- Eight. - Wait.
Ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable?
- [Sighs] - Or- - Just respond instinctively.
Okay.
- Ready? - Ready.
- Eight. - Eight.
How often do you have sex?
I don't understand the question.
Yeah, I'm lost. Is this a one-to-10 thing?
Like, is one very little, or is one nothing?
Because, you know, tech-technically speaking...
the zero would be nothing.
That's right. And if we don't know what one is-What's 10?
- Yeah, 'cause 10- Oh, God. - [Laughs]
- Constant. Uh- - Unrelenting.
- N-Not stopping for, like- I mean, just- - Nothing to eat.
[Breathes Deeply, Chuckles]
Like Sting.
Well, look at Sting's day job. Who else has 60 hours a week to put in the sack?
It's not a one-to-10 scenario. It's a basic question. How often do you have sex?
How about this week?
- Including the weekend? - Sure.
Describe how you first met.
Uh, it was- It was in Colombia.
Bogotá.
- Five years ago. - Six.
Right. Five or six years ago.
- [People Chattering] - [Sirens Wailing In Distance]
[Gunfire]
[Shouting In Spanish]
Hey. ¿Qué pasa?
[Speaking Spanish]
[Spanish]
Hmm?
No.
[Safety Releases]
No, no, no, no. Está bien.
She's with me. Está bien.
[Soldiers Pounding On Doors, Shouting]
[Shouting, Pounding Continue]
I'm Jane.
John.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet ya.
- To dodging bullets. - To dodging bullets.
##[Latin, Slow]
[Chattering, Laughing]
So, it speaks.
- But does it dance? - [Exhales]
##[Continues]
[Thunder Rumbling]
##[Fades]
[Bell Tolling In Distance]
[Door Opens]
- [Door Closes] - Hiya, stranger.
Hiya back.
I think room service fled. I did what I could.
Thank you.
Mm! Oh, that's good.
- I hope so. I had to milk a goat to get it. - [Laughs]
- [Cup Shatters] - [Siren Wailing In Distance]
##[Singing In Spanish]
Hey! Step right up!
Ladies and gentlemen, try your lu-
How about you, little lady? Wanna try your luck?
Win a prize.
Hmm. Yeah. All right.
- Two. - We got two over here.
- Do you know how to hold it? - Step right up! Five shots. Five dollars.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
[Clears Throat]
- You gotta aim. - [Laughing] I am.
Don't laugh. I'll kill you.
- [Laughing] - You didn't blink.
Would you like to win a stuffed animal for your little girl?
- Come on. - [John] Ooh.
Everybody's a winner.
Do we still get somethin'?
Beginner's luck.
- I wanna go again. - We're goin' again.
[Targets Clattering]
Everybody's a winner. Win a prize. Win a prize.
Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Beginner's luck.
Stop. Stop. You've only known the girl for six weeks.
I'm in love. She's smart, sexy.
She's uninhibited, spontaneous, complicated.
She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen!
I knew Gladys for two and a half years before I asked her to marry me.
You have to have a foundation of friendship, brother. The other stuff fades.
Hi.
So, you don't think this is all happening a little fast?
You know me. I never do anything without thinking it through.
What does he do?
He's in construction. He's a big-time contractor.
A server goes down on Wall Street...
she's there anytime, day or night.
[John Grunting]
She's like Batman for computers.
He's gone as much as I am, so... it's perfect.
I give the whole thing six months tops.
Eddie, I asked her to marry me.
- What? - [Gloves Pounding]
- I'm getting married. - What? I can't hear ya.
- I'm getting married. - I can't hear him.
Can you stop hittin' him? I think he said somethin' crazy.
I'm getting married! [Echoing]
- [Teakettle Whistling] - [Chattering On TV]
[Toothbrush Whirring]
- Gotta get these filters changed. - Mm-hmm.
What did you think of Dr. Wexler?
- His questions were a bit wishy-washy. - Yeah. Sorry.
- Not the most insightful. - No.
His office is clear across town.
You know that 4:00 means we hit rush hour. I'm not crazy about that.
- So, that's settled then, yeah? - Okay.
- [Woman Chattering On TV] - Okay.
- Dinner's at 7:00. - Yep. I'll be there- here.
[Beeping]
[Woman Chattering On TV]
- Hi, babe. - Perfect timing.
- It's pissin' rain out there. - [Keys Clatter]
Here's your butter. I bring you butter.
- How was work? - Eh, so-so.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh, I stopped off for a drink with Eddie.
- This is salted. - What?
It's salted.
Is there any other kind?
Unsalted.
[Quietly] Like I asked for.
[Sighs] It's fine. I'll make it work.
- Okay. - Oh, I got new curtains.
Well? What do you think?
- Huh. - There was a struggle over the material.
This little tea sandwich of a man-
- He got his hands on them first, but I won. - Of course you did.
They're a bit green. I think we're gonna have to reupholster the sofas...
and definitely get a new rug, maybe a Persian.
Or we can keep the old ones. Then we don't have to change a thing.
We talked about this. You remember?
I remember. I remember 'cause we said we'd wait.
[Sighs] If you don't like 'em, we can take 'em back.
Okay. I don't like 'em.
You'll get used to 'em.
- I like 'em. - Yeah.
[Thunder Rumbling]
[Basketball Bouncing]
Huh. Zero percent A.P.R. Till March.
[Wexler] So, part two. Here we are.
Only this time, you came back alone. Why did you come back?
I'm not sure really.
Let me clarify. I love my wife.
Um, I want her to be happy.
Uh, I want good things for her.
But there are times...
[John Sighs]
- Honey, would you just- - Five more minutes.
[Wexler] So what's the problem?
There's this huge space between us...
and it just keeps filling up with everything that we don't say to each other.
- What is that called? - Marriage.
What don't you say to each other?
[Exhales] Uh- Hmm.
The GMC Yukon got three stars.
This looks nice. Did you do something new?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?
I added peas.
Yeah, peas.
Yeah, it's the green.
Sweetheart, will you pass the salt?
It's in the middle of the table.
Oh, is that the middle of the table?
Yeah. It's between you and me.
Okay.
- How honest are you with him? - Pretty honest.
I mean, it's not like I lie to him... or anything.
We just, uh, [Clicks Tongue] Have little secrets.
Everybody has secrets, you know.
Shit. Sorry, hon.
- I'll get it. - No, I got it. I got it. Don't move.
- [Phone Ringing] - Oh, that's me.
[Ringing]
[Sports Announcer Chattering On TV]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Laughs]
- [Loud Clatter] - [Jane] Jesus!
- Honey, you scared me. - I'm sorry, hon.
I was lookin' for the, uh- You goin' out?
Yeah. Some clown crashed a server in a law firm downtown...
and ended the world as they know it, so, yes.
Mmm.
We promised the Colemans.
- I know. - Okay.
I'll be there. In and out.
Just a quickie.
It probably feels like you're the only people going through this.
But I'll tell you something. There are millions of couples...
that are experiencing the same problems.
Uh-huh.
- [Chattering] - [Horn Honks]
- We got a plane in an hour. - All right.
[TV Contestant] Quotes. 800.
[Trebek] Prodded about possible insider trading...
she remarked on national television...
"I want to focus on my salad. "
- Brian. - Martha Stewart.
[TV Continues, Indistinct]
- ##[Folk] - [Chattering]
- Forty. - [Announcer Chattering On TV]
I'll match your- What the hell? What's this shite?
Sorry. Where's the can around here?
- For Chrissakes. - Take a-
- Hey, you guys playin' poker? - Private game. Piss off.
Hey, could I sit in? You think I can sit in?
What part of "piss off" do you not understand?
Guys. Hey, whoa, whoa. Be a little friendly.
- I got the cash. I got the ca- - [Muttering]
Dude, I'm just showing you my bankroll, man.
I got the money. [Farts]
You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?
Poker- Don't even know her.
So if you want me to sit in, I'll sit in.
And I'll play some cards with youse. If you don't, I won't.
I just- Fine with me, I'll go.
- [Laughing] - [Murmuring]
- Jesus. - Here's an empty chair. I could sit right here.
That is Lucky's chair.
Wh-Where's Lucky? I don't see Lucky.
- Lucky's not back yet. - Then I'll sit here.
Unless... I'm too hot for ya.
[Person Gargling]
[Spits]
- Solid silver. - Ooh. Raise the socks.
- Ooh. - "To dodging bullets. Love, Jane."
- In the pot. Put it in the pot. - [Laughing]
- Ohh! Ohh! - Oh, he's pulled something.
- He's pulled something. - You're in trouble now.
- Sixty dollars, eh? - In!
- [All Laughing] - [Loud Chattering]
[Laughing] Let's play some poker!
- Drat! - [Exclaims]
You've got 14 different tells.
- You are bleeding William Tell. - [Laughing]
## [Humming William Tell Overture]
- ##[Humming Continues] - What the hell is this?
- Sorry, Lucky. - Looks like you're done, pal.
- Thanks for the memories. - Oh, you Lucky?
- Yeah. - No kiddin'.
What is it, kid? You lookin' for a job or somethin'?
- You are the job. - [Silenced Gunshots]
- [Gasps] - [Gunshots Continue]
[Bodies Thudding]
Pair of threes.
- Have you been a bad boy? - Yes.
- Mm-hmm? - [Whip Snaps] - [Moans]
You know what happens to bad boys?
- [Whip Snaps] - [Moans]
- They get punished. - Oh, yeah. Punish me.
[Moans]
Have you been selling big guns to bad people?
Huh? [Groans]
- [Body Thuds] - [Objects Clatter]
- [Knocking] - [Man] Mr. Racin.
Mr. Racin. You okay?
Oh, Colemans.
He's down!
On the sofa!
- Hey! - Taxi.
- Everything okay at work? - Yeah. Here.
- Yeah? - And you? How was the game?
- The game was good. - Good.
Nets in overtime.
- You been drinking? - That's right, miss.
- ##[Christian Pop] - [Man, Woman] Welcome, neighbors!
- Hey. Hi, Susan. - Good to see you, John.
- Hi. - There you go.
- Oh, this is wonderful. - Thank you.
- ##[Continues] - Oh, I love that.
- What a lovely dress. - Thank you very much. So is yours.
Come on. Let's go see the girls.
Don't stray too far, guys.
[Clears Throat] You want a Cuban?
- Oh, no, no, no. I don't smoke. - Oh.
- Clean body, clean soul. That's what Suzy says. - Ain't that the truth?
- You guys have any vices? - Well, you know.
- Can I get you a drink? - Uh, yes. Chardonnay, please.
- Girls? [Chuckles] - [Woman] Chardonnay.
- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! - I'll be up here at the filling station.
Duxbury's never gonna close that high. I hear their stock's getting butchered.
- Hey, boys. Scotch. - Hey, John.
- Yes, sir. - It's a bloodbath over there.
Johnno. How'd you make out last quarter? You take a beating?
- Actually, I got all my dough buried under the toolshed. - [Laughing]
- So, Chuck got the promotion. - My God! That is so great!
- [Women Exclaiming] - Fantastic!
- I'm so excited. We can finally put the addition on the kitchen. - [Baby Crying]
Oh, shoot. Not again.
I should wear a raincoat.
You know what? Would- Can you hold her for a second?
- What? No. I'd rather not. - It's all over the appliqué.
- Oh, no, I'm- - Please, just-
Oh. Seltzer.
- [Coos] - Oh, she likes you.
I liked your dress tonight.
It was nice.
Thank you.
[Toothbrush Vibrates]
- Be there in the morning. Okay. - Of course.
[Phones Beep]
- Everything all right? - Uh, yeah. It was- It was Dad.
He's a- He thinks he has pneumonia.
I'm sure it's just a cold, and you know how he is. He'll be fine.
Yeah. Probably.
Maybe you should go see him. I think he'd like that.
Hmm. Yeah. Yeah, maybe I will.
- [Cell Phone Clatters] - Good night then.
- Who was that? - Huh?
- Who was on the phone? - Oh, the Atlanta office.
There's a problem with the specs for the dam again.
I'll fly in the morning. I'll be gone a couple of days.
- That damn dam, huh? - Yup, that damn dam.
- All right, good night, John. - Good night.
Okay.
[Chattering On TV]
[Beeping]
- There's trouble in Atlanta again. - That's what I hear.
- What you got? - I've got your boarding pass and taxi receipts.
- Get rid of that gun-gum. - You got a tissue?
- And your hotel bill. Now don't lose those. - Thanks.
- The door's unlocked. - [Toilet Flushing]
Mornin', pal.
- How you doin'? - Same old same old. People need killin'.
Oh, Johnny. I might have a little get-together this weekend... at my house.
Barbecue. No ladies. Dudes only. It's gonna be awesome.
- Yeah. I'll talk to the missus. - You wanna use my cell phone?
Maybe you wanna give her a call in case you wanna decide to scratch your ass...
or use the head later, make sure she thinks it's okay.
You live with your mother.
Why would you bring her into this? She happens to be a first-class lady.
I don't have to check in with her every time I wanna do somethin'.
She cooks, cleans, makes me snacks.
I'm the dumb guy?
[Typing]
John Smith.
- [Woman's Voice, Filtered] Hello, John. - Good morning, Atlanta.
Quite the body count this week.
We have a priority one, so I need your expertise.
The target's name is Benjamin Danz, A.K.A. "the Tank."
[Woman Continues] He's a direct threat to the firm.
D.I.A. Custody.
They're making a ground-to-air handoff to heli...
10 miles north of the Mexican border.
I need you to make sure the target does not change hands.
The Tank?
- L-Temp Technology Staffing. - [Computer Voice] Jane Smith confirmed.
Stand by for contact.
[Man's Voice, Filtered] Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation.
You know the competition would love to see us burn...
so I need you to handle this personally.
- Target? - Benjamin Danz.
I'm rolling the specs now.
- We need this quick, clean and contained. - Yes, sir.
- Good morning, ladies. - Good morning. - Hello, Jane.
Yesterday's op resulted in one kill and one agent in protective custody.
Not good. We'll get him out tomorrow.
Another two cases of the G40's. The grenade launchers are here.
Order 10 more. All right. Go, Jas.
The target's name is Benjamin Danz, A.K.A. "the Tank."
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
The target's being moved across the border to a federal facility.
The only point of vulnerability is just south of the border.
I want G.P.S. And S.A.C. Of the canyon...
and the weather report for the last three days.
Target will rendezvous with the helicopter here at a deserted airstrip.
We will have one chance to strike.
## [Humming]
- [Jasmine] Are we green? - Perimeter is armed. We are up and running.
[Computer Beeping]
[Man] Red team! Red team! This is Broadway Joe.
- Halftime is approaching. - [Man #2] Copy that, Broadway Joe.
[Sighs]
##[Rock]
[Loud Crash]
- ##[Continues, Muffled] - [Motor Roaring In Distance]
Oh, come on.
- You getting this? - [Jasmine] Affirmative. Is it a threat?
Countdown's initiated. Convoy is not in the zone yet.
There's an idiot in the field. He's gonna blow the charges.
##[Continues]
##[Ends]
- [Neck Cracks] - Ah.
Okay.
[Sighs, Urinating]
You gotta be kidding.
[Sighs] Civilians.
Let's see if we can't get a tune out of this trombone.
[Jasmine] We're picking up a weapon signature.
Shit! Not a civilian.
[Weapon Snaps]
Oh, man.
Asshole.
[Groans]
Convoy is in the zone! Countdown is initiated.
[Grunting]
[Gasps]
Whoa!
You should so not be allowed to buy these things.
[Guard] Abort! Abort!
[Helicopter Departing]
I think I got I.D.'d on that hit.
- You ever been I.D.'d on a hit? - Not that I'm aware of, no.
- Right. I think I'm in trouble. - You get a look at 'im?
Little thing. Buck 10, buck 15 tops.
- Maybe he's Filipino. - Maybe.
I'm not even sure it was a him.
Are you sayin' that you got your ass kicked by some girl?
- That's right. - Really?
- A pro. - This should be easy.
I mean, how many hitters do you know that are chicks? Right?
I'm sorry, man.
- You guys want any dessert? - What do you have, honey?
- Ice cream. - Ice cream?
- That sounds delicious. What flavors do you have? - Chocolate and vanilla.
I don't like either of those... separately.
But maybe mixed together, that could be... a nice little dish.
You know what I mean? And not just a little pink spoon.
I'd like the whole sundae.
- That could be arranged. - Perfect.
Could be arranged. Did you hear that? I'd like to have her kick my ass.
- You know what I mean? - Right.
Did you get any other details on her besides her weight class?
- Laptop. - I'm sorry? You're in a whole zone right now.
I'm havin' a hard time talkin' to you.
- Laptop. - Okay, laptop.
I wanna know who that bitch is!
- Get me that tape. Get me that tape. - Jane.
- What? - It's Father.
The F.B.I. Secured the package. The window's closed, sir.
I told you we couldn't afford any mistakes on this one.
- There was another player. - We do not leave witnesses.
If this player I.D. 'd you- You know the rules.
You have 48 hours to clean the scene, Jane.
Lookin' forward to it, sir.
All right. We have a new target. Let's find out who he is.
Jesus. [Scoffs] What did you do to it?
Put a campfire out with it?
Buy a new one.
This one has sentimental value for its owner.
Who's that?
Well, Gwen, I'm just hoping you'd tell me.
So, uh, why you gotta know so bad anyway?
You know me. Just tryin' to return some lost property.
- Hey, Phil. - Hey, John.
- Are you a vegan? - No.
My girlfriend is.
Here we go.
Upgraded RAM module.
[Man On P.A.] Line three. Pick up.
Chip's Chinese. Imported by Dynamix.
Retailed by, uh-
You know, I might be able to get you a billing address.
[Typing] All right.
No name. Just an address.
570 Lexington Avenue. Suite 5003.
New York.
You know the place?
[Beeping]
Sweet Jesus. Mother of God.
[People Chattering]
Why don't you both go make some coffee?
[Phone Rings]
[Jasmine] Jane, it's your husband.
He's back from Atlanta. He wants to know about dinner.
Tell him... dinner's at 7:00.
Hi, John. Yeah, she says dinner's at 7:00.
It always is.
[Tires Squealing]
Perfect timing.
As always.
- This is a nice surprise. - I hope so.
- You're home early. - I missed you.
Mm. I missed you too.
- Shall we? - Yes.
Thought you only broke these out for special occasions.
This is a special occasion.
Mm.
Mm!
Mm! Pot roast. My favorite.
Allow me, sweetheart.
You've been on your feet all day.
- Thank you. - Sure.
[Sighs] Mm.
So, how's work?
Actually, we had a- a little trouble with a commission.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
- Double booking with another firm. - Huh.
- Green beans? - No, thank you.
You'll have some.
I hope everything works out okay.
It hasn't yet, but it will.
[Cutting Meat]
Pot roast is my favorite.
Sweetheart, could you pass the salt?
[Chuckling]
- Did you try something new? - Mm-hmm.
Mm!
[Swallows, Clears Throat]
So, how was Atlanta?
Had a few problems ourselves. Some figures didn't add up.
- Big deal? - Life or death.
- Wine? - Yeah.
- I got it. - I got it. I'll get a towel.
Janey?
Honey?
[Tires Squealing]
Jane!
How could I be so stupid?
[Panting]
Jane! Jane!
- [Exhales] God. - [Grunting]
- [Groans] - [Tires Screeching]
[Gasps]
Oh, dear God.
- Oh. - [Engine Revs]
Wait. No, no, no, no. Accident.
- Honey? Accident. - [Grunts]
Jane, stop the car! Now!
[Groans]
Jane!
You've overreacting!
Honey, let's not get carried away.
- We don't wanna go to sleep angry. - [Grunts] God!
Pull over.
Pull over! Pull over!
- Now, look- - [Grunts]
We need to talk!
[Panting]
- [Banging] - [Eddie] Okay, I'm comin'. I'm comin'.
- Who is it? - Open up.
- What the hell happened to you? - My wife.
- She tried to kill me. - Yes, she did. And you know what?
Gladys tried to kill me, not with a car.
At least Jane was a man about it. She was up front about it.
They all try to kill you- slowly, painfully, cripplingly.
And then-wham. They hurt you.
You know how hurt I used to be over her, and I used to beat myself up?
Now I'm great. I got dates all the time.
I just woke up from a thing. I'm in my robe.
- You live with your mom. - I live with my mom because I choose to.
Because that's the only woman I've ever trusted.
Most of them are passive-aggressive.
There's a whole psychology. I've been reading books, given what I've gone through.
And, uh, it's disgusting.
Do you know there is nothing more cruel on this Earth than a 13-year-old girl.
They literally form cliques in high school.
And they play cruel games on each other. A-And test boundaries with each other.
- What are you talking about? - I'm just saying about you have to understand-
I'm hurting over here. And you're talking about 13-year-old girls.
Because I'm trying to get you past the hurt.
You have to understand the enemy- what you're up against.
I know exactly what you're thinkin'.
If she lied about that, what else is it possible that she lied about?
Her job is a spy to get information from people.
- French Riviera, a yacht? - [Pouring Drink]
An Iranian prince?
She's supposed to get close to him and gain his trust. It's disgusting.
What? What are you saying?
What? Your husband is the shooter?
That's impossible.
Really?
This whole thing was probably planned from the beginning.
Operation Stake Out Johnny. A six-year stakeout to get information from you.
Mission accomplished.
Okay.
Here's the upside.
- You don't love him. - No.
You'll kill him, and nobody's better at that than you are.
Thank you.
And then it'll be over.
Mm.
- [Whispers] What if she's listening? - What?
Do you think it's possible that she rigged the house?
- [Normal Voice] Oh, my God. - Hey, dude.
It could be very possible because of th-the pattern of how she's handled stuff.
It wouldn't surprise me. That's probably why she doesn't like me.
- Because she heard me call her a troll. - You're out of your mind.
I'm just saying it's possible. The woman just tried to run you over with a car-
That she could hear you.
[Normal Voice] And I don't give a shit. I hope she is listening.
[Loud] I hope you are listening, Jane. You know what, I'm on to you.
You might have fooled my boy, 'cause he was blinded. It's okay. She knows this.
But I'm not me. I hope you're listening to me.
And I hope you know th-that I slept with your friend, Jasmine. Huh?
- Shh. - We're on the board.
I'm just saying we're on the board my man. Come on. We're on the board.
You thought it was 37-0. We got five points on the board.
I nailed Jasmine and she was bad in bed, baby. Johnny, I'm not-
I know you're embarrassed, but, come on, it's me. It's Eddie you're talkin' to.
The guys we work with, they don't know. I'm never gonna tell them.
The people she works with probably got a big laugh over this over the last six years.
But so what? Who cares? That's not important.
Lookit, it's like 150 pages of a book have been written.
In the first 150 pages, Johnny's been a clown.
You can write the last 10 pages.
You've been smoked, but you can write the last 10 pages.
Great talk, man. We should do it more often. It was a great talk.
- I'm proud of you. - I'm gonna borrow this.
- I like where your head's at. - I'll do it in the morning.
- You okay? - Yep. Okay.
- Good night. - Good night.
- [Door Opens, Closes] - [Sighing]
You don't love him.
- Good night, John. - Good night, Eddie.
- Good night, Mom. - [Door Closes]
[Sniffing]
Okay, girls, let's go.
Pocket litter, receipts, matchbooks. You know the drill.
[Sighs]
[Man On Videotape] This is nice. Who picked this out?
[Chattering On Videotape]
- What is this? - It looks like your wedding.
- I know what it is. What are you doing? - Research.
- Background on the target. - This room is wrapped.
Thank you.
[Minister]... to have and to hold, to love and to cherish.
- Till death do us part. - [Jane] I promise.
I, John, take you, Jane, for my lawfully wedded wife...
- to have and to hold- - [TV Turns Off]
[Jasmine] It's all coming out of the house.
Well done, ladies. Let's wrap it up.
- What's going on, Mrs. Smith? - Garden party, girls.
- [Girls] Oh. - [Chattering]
- Hi, neighbor. - John, hey.
- Hey. - Ooh, pumpkin. It's a big one.
Wow. I can't believe I've never been in here before. This is great.
- Let's start with the living room. - Oh, yeah.
- Oh. Nice floors. They teak or something? - Yeah.
Fuck if I know, Martin.
Uh, and you won the Golf Masters' trophy this year.
- [Chuckling] - Again.
Again. It'll be sittin' on your mantel next year.
[Exhales]
Oh! Oh!
Oh!
Bitch.
[Grunts]
Target profile is our main priority.
Utilize all means necessary.
Phone taps, credit cards. Audio scan civilian frequencies.
Uh, with what, Jane?
[John] You've reached the Smiths.
We can't take your call right now, but leave a message after the tone...
- and we'll get back to you. - [Beep]
- And search the database. - For what? John Smith?
- Find him. - Uh, Jane.
What?
- I think I found him. - Where?
Here.
[Woman] Heat sensor breach in the perimeter.
- [Electronic Female Voice] Commence scanning all floors. - [Phone Rings]
I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey.
- Well, you are still Mrs. Smith. - Well, so are a lot of girls.
Careful, Jane. I can push the button anytime, anywhere, sweetheart.
Baby, you couldn't find the button with both hands and a map.
- Last warning. You need to disappear. - [Jane] No.
- [John] Now. - [Female Voice] "D" Sector clear.
You really expect me to roll over and play dead?
You should be used to it after five years of marriage.
Six. And I'm not leaving.
"E" Sector clear.
Uh-huh.
Anywhere, anytime.
Intruder detected.
Evacuate. Plan "C."
[Chattering]
[Beeping]
[Female Voice On P.A.] Evacuation in progress.
[Woman] I've already done this side.
Let's go!
[Klaxon Blaring]
Chickenshit!
Pussy!
You're tellin' me you had a shot at her and you didn't take it?
You're tellin’ me you had a shot at her and you didn't take it?
What I'm trying to say is we got all this stuff here...
and you're trying to tell me you couldn't take her out?
Well, now she's a problem for both of us.
Now my house is priority one.
Just give me a hand, will ya?
Please. You're driving me crazy with the tongs in the furnace. You're like an insane man.
All right. They gave you 48 hours.
What do we got left here? Twenty-three? Twenty-two?
Eighteen and change.
- You got 18 hours until they close the book on both of you? - [Woman] Eddie.
Mom! We're on high alert here!
I almost killed you right then!
You do not even realize!
[Mom] Never mind.
I am so done playing games with this broad.
You gotta take this bitch out head-on.
Don't tell me how to handle my wife.
This broad is not your wife. She's the enemy. And she could be outside right now!
Eddie.
Got it.
Now we're talkin'. Only question is how much is it to buy a vowel?
[Men Chattering]
[Phone Line Ringing]
- [Woman] Blackbow Realty. - [John] Yes. Hi. I'm calling from l-Temp.
[Woman] Oh, great. How's that new penthouse working out?
[John] Well, just fine. Thank you for asking.
[Chattering]
[Elevator Bell Dings]
[Thud]
[Man] This is security. There seems to be a problem with your elevator, sir.
Do you want an engineer to come up and, uh, see what the problem is?
Take your time. I'm really quite comfortable.
[Man] Are you really comfortable?
Jane?
Is that you, sweetheart?
First and last warning, John. Get out of town.
You know I'm not goin' anywhere.
Oh, well, so you say.
But right now you're trapped in a steel box, hanging 70 floors over nothin' but air.
Oh, so this is a trap.
[Woman] He's in car three.
[John] It's never gonna work, honey.
It's never gonna work because you constantly underestimate me.
- Do I? - You have no idea who I am.
You have no idea what I'm capable of.
Well, back at you, baby.
Let me guess. Shaped charge on the counterbalance cable.
Two more on the primary and secondary brakes.
Maybe?
- He found them. - Yes. Thank you.
Did you also get the base charge at the principal cable?