SAN PEDRO
How you doin', Keaton?
I can't feel my legs,
Keyser.
Ready?
What time is it?
12.30.
It all started back in New York six weeks ago.
A truck loaded with stripped gun parts got jacked outside of Queens.
The driver saw nobody, but somebody fucked up. He heard a voice.
Sometimes that's all you need.
NEW YORK CITY
Mr McManus?
Christ, don't you fuckin' guys ever sleep?
- We have a warrant for your arrest. - Fuck you, pig.
Todd Hockney?
- Who wants to know? - New York Police Department.
Shit. Freeze!
Hold it!
Sure you brought enough guys?
It's quite simple. A restaurant that changes with the taste
without losing the overall aesthetic.
In other words, the atmosphere will not be painted on the walls.
- Where will it be? - Let me give you an example.
This I had to see for myself.
David.
- I'm in a meeting. - Time for another one.
Everyone, this is David Kujan.
Special Agent Kujan, US Customs.
These gentlemen are from the New York Police Department.
You look good, Keaton. Better than I would have thought.
Il y a un problème?
A small matter of a stolen truck loaded with guns.
- Mr Keaton? - Will you excuse us for a moment?
We have some questions to ask you downtown.
- Peut-être nous vous laisserions... - No, no, no, please. Please sit down.
This is a small problem.
- Enjoy the meal. I'll talk to you later. - OK.
- Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé là? - Non, c'est pas du tout un problème.
- C'est la police, n'est-ce pas? - Ça a I'air.
Ça va.
Unique.
Oui!
It didn't make sense that I'd be there.
I mean, these guys were hard-core hijackers.
But there I was.
At that point I wasn't scared.
I knew I hadn't done anything they could do me for.
Besides, it was fun. I got to make like I was notorious.
You know the drill.
When your number is called, step forward and repeat the phrase you've been given.
Number one, step forward.
Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.
Number two, step forward.
Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucker, motherfucker...
Knock it off! Get back! Number three, step forward.
- Hand me the keys. - In English, please.
- Excuse me? - In English!
Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker. What the fuck?
Number four, step forward.
It was bullshit. The whole rap was a setup.
Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.
It was all the cops' fault. You don't put guys like that into a room together.
Who knows what can happen?
Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.
This has really gotta be embarrassing for you guys.
They drilled us all night. Somebody was pissed about that truck getting hijacked.
They were hoping somebody would give them something to go on.
They knew we wouldn't fight it because they knew how to lean on us.
Our rights went out the window. It was a violation. Disgraceful.
They went after McManus first - a top-notch entry man.
- What truck? - The truck with the guns, fucko.
Fucko?
He was a good guy. Crazy though.
Wanna know what Fenster told us?
- Say who? - McManus! He told us another story.
Oh, is that the one about the hooker with dysentery?
Fenster always worked with McManus. He was a tight-ass,
but when it came to the job he was right-on - a smart man.
- What are you saying? - I said he'll flip you.
- He'll what? - Flip you. Flip you for real.
- Yeah, I'm shakin'. Come on. - OK.
- Answer my question. - Can you hear me in the back?
Hello?
I want my lawyer. I'm gonna have your fuckin' badge, cocksucker.
Todd Hockney. Good with explosives.
Without a doubt, the one guy who didn't give a fuck about anybody.
You don't have a fucking leg to stand on.
You think so? I could put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking.
Really?
I live in Queens. Did you put that together yourself, Einstein?
Got a team of monkeys workin' on this?
You know what happens if you do another turn in the joint?
Fuck your father in the shower, then have a snack. You gonna charge me?
When I'm ready.
- With what? - You know damn well, dead man.
But Keaton was the real prize for them, for obvious reasons.
It was your mistake, not mine.
Did you ever stop to ask me?
I mean, I've been walking around with the same face, the same name.
- I'm a business man. - What's that, the restaurant business?
From now on you're in the getting-fucked-by-us business.
I'm gonna make you famous, cocksucker.
Like I said, it was your mistake. Not mine.
Now, you charge me with this shit and I'll beat it.
OK?
Let's get back to the truck, asshole.
I really, really think somebody should do something about this shit.
So I did a little time. Does that mean I get railed every time a truck finds its way...
Fuck 'em!
Fenster, will you relax? These guys don't have any probable cause.
You're fucking-A right. No PC. No goddamn right.
You do some time, never let you go. They treat me like a criminal.
- I'll end up a criminal. - You are a criminal!
Now, what you gotta go and do that?
- I'm tryin' to make a point. - Why don't you make your point?
You're makin' me tired all over.
Well, fuck it then.
- I heard you were dead. - Oh, yeah? Well, you heard right.
Word I got is you hung up your spurs, man. What's that all about?
What's this?
Rumour has it Keaton's gone straight.
- I hear he's tapping Edie Finneran. - Who's that?
A heavyweight criminal lawyer from uptown. I hear she's Keaton's meal ticket.
How about it, Keaton? You a lawyer's wife?
What kind of retainer are you givin' her?
Hey, Fenster, do your friend a favour.
Tell him to keep quiet.
Dean Keaton.
Gone clean, huh?
Say it ain't so. Or was it you that hit that truck?
Mac, Mac, forget him. Did you get to talk to your lawyer?
- This whole thing was a shakedown. - What makes you say that?
How many times you been in a line-up?
It's always you and four dummies. PD pay homeless guys $10 a head half the time.
And there's no way they'd line five felons in the same row.
And a voice line-up? A public defender can get you outta that one.
- So why the hell was I strip-searched? - That was the feds.
Truckload of guns get snagged. Customs comes down on NYPD wanting answers.
They come up with us. They're clutching at straws.
- I had a guy's finger up my asshole. - Is it Friday already?
Yeah, lover boy. You want a piece?
So who in the goddamn piss hell stole our fucking truck?
- What did you say? - Who stole the fucking truck?
- I don't want to know. - Who asked you, working man?
Fuck who did it! I wanna know who's the gimp.
- He's OK. - How do I know that?
- What about it? What's your story? - His name is Verbal.
- Verbal Kint. - Verbal?
- Yeah. - Roger really. People say I talk too much.
- I was just gonna tell you to shut up. - We met before once or twice.
- In county. I was in for fraud. - A line-up then, too. What happened?
I walked. 90 days, suspended.
- So you did it! - All right, now, look.
We've all been put out by this whole thing, right?
So I figure we owe it to ourselves to salvage a little dignity.
Now, me and Fenster heard about a little job.
- Why don't you just calm down? - What do you care what he has to say?
I'm just talkin' here.
It seems like Mr Hockney wants to hear what I got to say. I know Fenster's down.
What about you, guy?
I'm interested. Sure.
There, see? So now I'd like to exercise my right to free assembly.
Why don't you just shut up?
You're missing the point.
No.
You're missing the point.
I don't wanna hear anything from you.
I don't care about your job.
And...
I want nothing to do with any of you.
I beg your pardon, but you can all go to hell.
Dean Keaton, gone the high road.
What is the world coming to?
Fuck him.
That was how it started. Five men brought in on a trumped-up charge
to be leaned on by halfwits.
OK. Now I really can't talk about it much here...
What the cops never figured out, and what I know now,
was that these men would never break, never lie down,
never bend over for anybody.
Anybody.
SAN PEDRO
- Who are you? - Agent Jack Baer, FBI. How many dead?
15 so far. They're still pulling bodies out of the water though.
- Any survivors? - Yeah, two.
One guy's in county hospital, but he's in a coma.
The DA has a second guy, a cripple from New York, I think.
The chief wants this place sealed off. If you have any questions, give him a call.
This is Dave Kujan. I'll be in Los Angeles until Tuesday.
If you need to reach me, call Jeff Rabin of the San Pedro PD on extension 112.
Have a nice day.
- Why can't I see him? - Dave, I told you.
The DA came last night ready to arraign even before they moved him to county.
Kint's lawyer shows up five minutes later,
DA comes out the office looking like he'd been smacked around.
They take his statement and they cut him a deal.
- Did they charge him with anything? - Yeah, weapons. Misdemeanour two.
What is that?
Listen, I give the DA credit for getting that much. Understand?
Excuse me, sir.
This whole thing has turned political.
The mayor was here last night. The chief. This morning the governor called, OK?
I'm telling you this guy is protected from up on high by the Prince of Darkness.
- Take my word for it. - When does he post bail?
- Two hours, tops. - I wanna see him.
- No, Dave. - I gotta see him.
- Dave, no! I cannot do this for you. - You gotta. I came a long way for this.
Dave, please.
Even if I let you talk to him, he won't talk to you.
He's paranoid. He knows the interrogation rooms are all wired.
I quit. This won't be an interrogation. Just a friendly chat.
- He will not go in the interrogation room. - Someplace else.
Where?
No, no, no, no, no...
If it was a dope deal, where's the dope? If it was a hit, who called it in?
- I'm sure you have a host of wild theories. - They know damn well what I think.
That's crazy! Besides, the guy's got total immunity. His story checks out.
- He doesn't know what you wanna know. - I don't think he does. Not exactly.
But there's more to his story.
Jeffrey, look, I wanna know why 27 men died on that pier
for what looks to be $91 million worth of dope that wasn't there.
And, above all, I wanna be sure Dean Keaton's dead.
- He's dead. - Come on. Two hours.
Just till he makes bail.
They're all dead. I don't care how tough a guy you say Keaton was,
nobody on that boat could have come out alive.
- Is he talking? - He just regained consciousness.
- He spoke... not English, then he lapsed. - Hungarian.
- Might have been. - Most were Hungarians.
- You gotta put on one of these. - Burn victims are susceptible to infection.
And, of course, there's no smoking.
Keep your mask up. Please don't touch him.
- Is he gonna die? - He has burns over 60% of his body.
- A number of ribs are broken. - Call Security. Put a man on the door.
- Is he dangerous? - Yes.
Do it.
Do it now!
Joel? Yeah, Baer down at LA County.
Look, the guy they pulled out of the harbour is Arkosh Kovash.
Yes. Yes. I'm sure. No, he's all fucked up.
What? What? I can't hear you.
Will you shut up? I'm on the phone.
Yes?
Well, not until I put a man on him. Send me someone who can speak Hungarian.
- Yeah, he's talking like a Thai hooker. - Keyser Söze!
- What? - Keyser Söze! Keyser Söze!
- Keyser Söze. - No shit.
Joel. Yeah, call Dan Metzheiser at Justice and find Dave Kujan from Customs.
Verbal, this is Agent Kujan from Customs.
Nice to meet you.
He wants to ask you a few questions.
- What about? - About a Dean Keaton mostly.
But I'd like to start at the line-up in New York.
- Can I get coffee? - In a while. Let's talk about the line-up.
I'm really thirsty. I used to dehydrate as a kid.
One time I got so bad, my piss come out like snot. It was thick...
- I'll get your fucking coffee. - Get me one too while you're at it.
That guy is tense. Tension is a killer.
I was in a barbershop quartet in Skokie, Illinois.
The baritone was a guy named Kip Diskin. Big, fat guy. I mean, like, orca fat.
- He was so stressed in the morning... - Verbal, we're trying to help you.
Sure. And I appreciate that. And I wanna help you, Agent Kujan.
I like cops. I would have liked to have been a fed myself, but...
Verbal, you're not telling us everything. I know you know something.
I told the DA everything I know.
Verbal, I know you like Keaton. I know you think he's a good man.
- I know he was good. - He was a corrupt cop.
Sure, 15 years ago, but he was a good thief.
- Anyway, cops wouldn't let him go legit. - Dean Keaton was a piece of shit!
Are you trying to get a rise out of me, Agent Kujan?
- I just wanna hear your story. - It's all there.
May I have a cigarette?
- According to your statement... - I need a light.
According to your statement, you're a short-con operator. Run-of-the-mill...
According to your statement, you're a short-con operator.
- Run-of-the-mill scams. - It's been suppressed. It's inadmissible.
Oh, I know. Sweet deal you have here. Total immunity.
Well, I do have the weapons charge. I'm looking at six whole months' hard time.
You know a dealer named Ruby Deemer, Verbal?
Know a religious guy named John Paul?
- You know Ruby's in Attica? - He didn't have my lawyer.
I know Ruby. He's big on respect. He's a good friend of mine, likes me very much.
I know your testimony is sealed. Ruby has a lot of friends inside do favours for him.
What do you think he'd say if he found out you dropped his name to the DA?
- There's nothing in there about Ruby. - I'll mention that to him.
First thing on the job I learnt how to spot a murderer.
Say you arrest three guys for the same killing and put 'em in jail.
Next day whoever's sleeping is your man.
If you're guilty, you know you're caught, you get some rest. You follow me?
- No. - Let me get right to the point.
I'm smarter than you and I'm gonna find out what I wanna know.
And I'm gonna get it from you whether you like it or not.
I'm not a rat.
Thanks.
When I was picking beans in Guatemala, we'd make fresh coffee right off the trees.
That was good. This is shit, but, hey, I'm in a police station...
- Can we get started again? - Now, what happened after the line-up?
The desk sergeant told me he couldn't release you. Can you believe that?
You weren't even charged! New York police.
I want pictures taken of your face. I'll take 'em to the DA first thing.
- Forget about it. - No! I'll have this in front of a grand jury!
Look, I don't wanna talk about it, Edie. OK?
So what did Fortier and Renault say?
- They need more time to think about it. - Dammit! More time for what, Edie?
No matter how you cover my tracks, they'll still find out about me.
Give me some credit. I got you this far.
- Let's go to the grand jury. It won't stop! - Look, it's never gonna stop, period!
By next week every investor in the city's gonna be walkin' away from us.
It's finished.
I'm finished.
Don't give up on me now, Dean.
It's never gonna stop.
I love you.
They ruined me in there tonight.
I love you.
Do you hear me?
What?
All right.
Let's just go to my place.
We'll worry about this tomorrow.
Let's go.
Fenster and McManus had a cagey proposition.
A fast jump, high risk, long money.
We all knew it could be done.
The way I figured, to do it wrong meant killing.
To do it right took five men.
Five men meant Keaton.
Keaton took convincing.
New York's Finest Taxi Service.
Bullshit.
They don't operate any more.
McManus has a friend in the 14th Precinct. They're coming out for one job.
They're picking up a guy smuggling emeralds. McManus already has a fence.
- A fence? Who? - Some guy in California named Redfoot.
- I never heard of him. - You have to come.
- What's it to you whether I do it or not? - They don't know me. You do.
They won't take me unless you go.
Look at me. I need this.
Oh, you're telling me you don't need this? Is this your place?
I'm not knocking you. You got a good scam going with this lawyer...
Sorry.
It's OK. It's OK.
You say it's the real thing, that's cool.
- You OK? - I was outta line.
But they're never gonna stop with us. You know that.
As clean as you could get, they'll never let you go.
This way we hit the cops where it hurts and we get well in the meantime.
- You sure you're OK? - I'll be all right.
Look, I...
- I sometimes get... - Forget it.
I'll probably shit blood tonight.
So...
how do they wanna do it?
McManus wants to go in shooting. I say no.
Fenster? Hockney?
They're pretty pissed off. They'll do anything.
I got a way to do it without killing anyone, but they won't let me in without you.
Three million?
Maybe more.
No killing?
Not if we do it my way.
New York's Finest Taxi Service was not your normal service.
It was a ring of corrupt cops in the NYPD that ran a high-profit racket
driving smugglers and drug dealers round the city.
For a few hundred dollars a mile you got your own police escort.
They even had business cards.
After a while somebody started asking questions and the service shut down.
Since then Internal Affairs have been waiting to catch them in the act.
That's where we came in.
- So, how was the flight? - Fucking great.
Will this get me to Staten Island?
You kidding me? This'll get you to Cape Cod.
McManus brought us the job. Fenster got the vans, Hockney supplied the hardware.
I came up with how to do it so no one got killed.
But Keaton? Keaton put on the finishing touch.
A little "fuck you" from the five of us to the NYPD.
All right, watch this, watch this. Careful, careful!
Come on, asshole! Fuck!
Holy shit!
- Don't move, you fuckers! - Drop it now, motherfucker.
- Hurry up! - Drop it! Don't fuckin' move!
- What do you want? - Put the fuckin' thing away.
- Stupid asshole. - Don't fuckin' move, mama!
You want a buckshot shampoo, chubby?
Fuck!
- Afternoon, pork chops. Give me the shit. - Give him the fuckin' shit!
Give him the fuckin' thing!
Give him the fuckin' shit, man!
Hurry up!
- Come on! - Now the money.
- There's no money. - Give me the money!
- There's no fuckin' money! - Give me it!
- Give me the fuckin' money! - Give him the money!
- Give me the money! - Give him the money!
Hurry up!
Motherfucker! You know who the fuck I am? You people know who the fuck I am?
- Fuck! - We do now, jerk-off.
Wait a minute. What's that?
What the fuck...? Holy shit!
Go! Go! Go!
Keaton made an anonymous phone call. The press arrived before the police did.
Strausz and Rizzi were indicted three days later.
Within a few weeks 50 more cops went down with them.
Everybody got it right in the ass from the chief on down.
It was beautiful.
I owe you $2.50.
Dr Keaton.
- There's more here than I thought. - When's the fence coming?
Redfoot never comes to see me. I always go to see him.
In California?
Yes, Verbal. In California.
- Fenster and I... - Wait. Hold the fuckin' phone.
You and Fenster? No, no, no, no, no. You fuckin' kiddin' me?
OK, so everyone's gonna go.
We all go.
What's your fuckin' problem, man?
My fuckin' problem is that you and Fenster are off in California
- while we're sittin' here holdin' our dicks! - Hey! The job's over.
Cool it.
LA's a good place to lie low for a while.
You wanna dance?
Ladies...
I would like to propose a toast.
There you go.
To Mr Verbal.
The man with the plan.
We're gonna miss the flight.
Don't do this. Send her a note, something.
I said we'll make it.
We're gonna miss the plane.
She'll understand.
That's heart-warming. Really.
I'm weepy.
Jeff, you wanna wait outside?
You guys wanted to know what happened after the line-up.
Come on, Verbal. Who do you think you're talkin' to?
You expect me to believe that he retired?
For a woman?
Bullshit. Keaton was using her.
- He loved her. - Sure.
I'm supposed to believe hitting the taxi service wasn't his idea?
- That was all Fenster and McManus. - Keaton was a cop for four years.
- Who'd know the service better? - But Edie had him turned around.
Let me tell you something. I know Dean Keaton.
I've been investigating him for the past three years.
The guy I know was a cold-blooded bastard.
IAD indicted him on three murder counts before he was kicked off the force.
- So don't sell me the hooker with a heart. - You got him all wrong.
Do I? Keaton was under indictment a total of seven times while he was on the force.
In every case the witnesses either reversed their testimony,
or died before they could testify.
When they finally did nail him for fraud, he spent five years in Sing Sing.
He killed three prisoners inside.
Of course, I can't prove this.
But I can't prove the best part either.
Dean Keaton was dead.
Did you know that? He died in a fire two years ago during an investigation
into the murder of a witness who was going to testify against him.
Two people saw Dean Keaton walk into a warehouse he owned before it blew up.
They said he went in to check a leaking gas main.
It blew up and took all of Dean Keaton with it.
Within three months of the explosion, the two witnesses, they were dead.
One killed himself in his car,
the other fell down an open elevator shaft.
- Get this show on the road. - There are too many people here.
Doctor, we'll be out of here before he blows his porch light.
- I have a noon meeting. - Five minutes.
Everyone, calm down, all right?
I want you to ask this man about the shoot-out in the harbour.
- He says they were buying... - Dope. We know.
He doesn't know what they were buying, but not dope. People.
What?
- He needs guarantees. - What is he talking about?
He says his life's in danger.
He saw the devil, looked him in the eye.
- I'm on my way. - No, no, no. Wait a minute.
Ask him to tell him what he told me...
about the devil.
Who's the devil?
Keyser Söze.
- Keyser Söze? - He was in the harbour killing many men.
He saw Keyser Söze?
- He saw his face. - Tell him to tell her what he looks like.
- Describe him. - OK.
Six weeks ago an anonymous call tells me
I can find Keaton at Mondino's with his attorney. And there he is.
Because he never profited from his alleged death
and we convicted someone else of the murder we tried to pin on him,
we had to let him go.
He was dead just long enough for the murder rap to blow over,
and then he had lunch.
- I don't know about that. - I don't think you do.
But you say you saw Keaton die. You're covering his ass and he's still out there.
I think he's behind that whole circus at the harbour. He's using you cos you're stupid.
You tell me he's dead, so be it. I wanna be sure he is before I go back to New York.
He wasn't behind anything. It was the lawyer.
What lawyer?
- What lawyer, Verbal? - When I was in that barbershop quartet...
I know you held out on the DA! What did you leave out of that testimony?
- I can call up Ruby in ten minutes! - The DA gave me immunity.
Not from me. You get no immunity from me, you piece of shit.
Every criminal I've put in prison, every cop that owes me a favour,
every creep that walks the street for a living will know the name of Verbal Kint.
Now you talk to me, or that immunity they seem so fit to grant you
won't be worth the paper the contract put out on your life is printed on.
There was a lawyer.
Kobayashi.
- Is he the one that killed Keaton? - No. But I'm sure Keaton is dead.
Convince me.
And tell me every last detail.
We arrived in Los Angeles and met McManus's fence, Redfoot.
He had a good reputation. Seemed like a good guy.
Still, we should've known better.
- How you doin'? - Good. You?
Not bad. Can't complain.
How's it goin', Fenster?
Don't need to open it, right?
You must be Keaton.
Redfoot, Dean Keaton, Todd Hockney and Verbal Kint.
Verbal. The man with the plan.
- Interested in any more work? - We're always lookin' for extra work.
- We're on vacation. - Well, that's too bad.
I got a ton of work and I don't have any good people like you guys.
- What's the job? - A jeweller out of Texas named Saul.
He rents a suite in some downtown hotel. He does free appraisals for people.
Anyway, the word is he carries around a lot of cash.
So I figure I keep the merchandise, you keep the green. Simple.
- What about security? - Bodyguards. Nothing you can't handle.
- Give me time to check it out? - I'd expect nothing less from you, man.
Good to see you. We'll call you.
Enjoy LA. Get yourself laid.
Hey...
A friend of mine in New York tells me that you know, that you knew Spook Hollis.
The way I hear it, you did time with old Spook.
Good man, wasn't he?
I used to run dope for him.
- Too bad he got shieved. - Yeah.
I shieved him.
Better you hear it from me now than from somebody else later.
I appreciate that.
Just out of curiosity, was it business or personal?
A bit of both.
Well, like I said, you give me a call if you're interested, all right?
Is there a problem?
One job. That was the deal.
One job?
One job!
That's a good one, Keaton.
Keaton fought it as best he could, but a man can't change what he is.
He can convince anyone he's someone else, but never himself.
It took one day with McManus nagging him, and we went back to work.
So, I get out of my car. I think it's wrecked.
In the back seat of the other car, this woman's totally naked!
- I'm laughin' so hard, I can't breathe. - Get in the car, Saul.
Freeze! Freeze!
There's a second one here somewhere.
Give me the case. Give me the fuckin' case!
Give me the case.
I'm telling you for the last time, give me the fuckin' case!
- Come on! - Hey! Don't move.
Look, just hand over the case.
Hand over the fuckin' case!
Come on. Let's go!
- Come on! - Bad day. Fuck it.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Fuck!
Looks like a lot of china to me. Shit.
Guys, come on.
- What're you doin'? - I'm gonna kill him.
- We did it your way, now my way. - You gonna kill him?
- I'm gonna deal with it. - You better.
I'm gonna deal with it. Shut up!
What am I supposed to do with that?
Feed it to the gimp, ease his pain. I don't know what it is.
- What do you mean? - I don't know. I got this job from a lawyer.
- Yeah, who? - I don't know. Some limey.
He's a middle man for somebody, OK? He doesn't say, I don't ask.
- You're fuckin' full of shit! - Fuck you!
- Listen to me! We wanna meet him, OK?
That's funny.
He called me last night. He says he wants to meet you guys.
- OK. We'll meet him. - I'll call you.
- Good. Do that. No problem. - I don't like it, Dean. Wait.
One more thing, tough guy. Any more surprises and I'm gonna kill you.
Such a tough guy, McManus. Do me a favour, get the fuck off my dick.
- Fuck! - No! No!
Better put a leash on that puppy.
You know, it's an awful shame about Saul gettin' whacked.
The cops are gonna be lookin' for the guys who did it.
Sooner or later they're gonna come around askin' me.
You have a sweet night, ladies.
Fuck you.
- So this lawyer... - Kobayashi.
- Came from Redfoot. - Right.
Why leave this out when you talked to the DA?
Dave, someone to see you.
Jack!
Been lookin' for you. Still after that coke from the harbour blood bath yesterday?
- Yeah. - Stop lookin'. There was no coke.
I been in LA County talkin' to a guy they pulled out of a drainpipe in San Pedro.
He came to this morning.
He's in a Hungarian mob doing a deal with Argentinians. Says it was no dope deal.
- But the $91 million... - We know. He says no way on the dope.
He tells me they were pulling stumps for Turkey the next day.
They had no time to negotiate that kind of product and no means to move it.
- What's the money for? - He didn't know. No one knew.
Except for a few key people. They were all very hush about it, he says.
- Whatever it was, it was very sensitive. - I don' t get it.
They tell me you got the cripple from New York. Did he mention Keyser Söze?
Who?
Just bear with me here.
- Who's Keyser Söze? - Fuck!
We've been going over this for an hour and a half.
What we need to do is find Redfoot, Keaton, and get the hell outta here.
What we need to do is think. Think back.
Somebody with power.
Somebody capable of trackin' us from New York to LA.
- Dean, what the hell are we doin' here? - We're waitin'!
- I'm out. - Sit down.
No. It's hot and I'm fuckin' bored.
Mr Hockney, do stay.
Mr Keaton.
Mr Fenster I recognise from his mug shots, as well as Mr McManus.
I can only assume that you are Mr Kint, the gentleman who disposed of Saul Berg.
My employer sends his gratitude. A most unexpected benefit.
I am Mr Kobayashi.
I have been asked by my employer to bring a proposal to you gentlemen.
- What do you want? - My employer requires your services.
One job. One day's work. Very dangerous.
He does not expect all of you to live, but those of you who do
will have $91 million to divide between you in any way you see fit.
Who's your boss?
I work for Keyser Söze.
- Who's Keyser Söze? - Judging by the change in mood, Mr Kint,
I feel sure the rest of your associates can tell you.
I come with an offer directly from Mr Söze.
- An order, actually. - What do you mean "an order"?
In 1981, Mr Keaton, you participated in a hijacking of a truck in Buffalo, New York.
The cargo was raw steel. Steel which belonged to Mr Söze
and which was destined for Pakistan to be used in a nuclear reactor.
A most profitable violation of UN regulations.
You had no way of knowing this because the fellow shipping the steel
was working for Mr Söze without his knowledge.
Earlier this year Mr Fenster and Mr McManus hijacked a flight out of Newark.
The plane was carrying gold and platinum wiring, also set for Pakistan.
Two months ago Mr Hockney stole a truck carrying gun parts through Queens.
Gun parts which were set to be destroyed by the State of New York.