They were to be lost in a way station and rerouted to Belfast.
Again Mr Söze, using pawns who had no knowledge.
Which brings us to Mr Kint.
Nine months ago one of Mr Söze's less than intelligent couriers
was taken in a complicated confidence scam by a cripple.
He was relieved of $62,000.
Now, it has taken us some time to find you.
Our intention was to approach you after your apprehension in New York.
- You set up the line-up? - Yes.
You were not to be released until I arrived.
It seems Ms Finneran was a little too effective in expediting his release.
Holding the rest of you was a moot point.
- What about Redfoot? - Mr Redfoot knew nothing.
Mr Söze rarely works with the same people for long,
and they never know who they're working for.
One cannot be betrayed, if one has no people.
So, why are you telling us?
Because you have stolen from Mr Söze, Mr Fenster. All of you.
That you did not know you stole from him is the only reason you are still alive.
He feels you owe him. You will repay your debt.
All right, fuck the debt and fuck you. How do we know you work for Söze?
I don't think that is relevant, Mr Hockney.
All five of you are responsible for the murder of Saul Berg and his bodyguards.
Mr Redfoot can testify to your involvement and we can see to it he will.
- What's your point? - The offer is this, gentlemen.
Mr Söze's primary interest is narcotics.
He's been competing, shall we say, with a group of Argentinians for years now.
Competing with Mr Söze has taken its toll.
The Argentinians are negotiating the sale of $91 m in cocaine in three days' time.
This purchase will revitalise the diminishing strength of their organisation.
Mr Söze would like you to stop the deal.
If you choose, you may wait until after the buy.
Whatever money changes hands is yours.
Mr Söze would like you to get to the boat and destroy the cocaine on board.
And then you will be free of your obligations to Mr Söze.
You give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now.
A gift from Mr Söze.
Good day, gentlemen.
My whole life's in here - everything I've done since I was 18.
They fuckin' know everything.
Everybody I've ever worked with or did time with.
No.
- This isn't right. - I don't know.
Who was that guy who used to talk about Söze in New York?
- Bricks Marlin. - Yeah, I did jobs for him. Indirect stuff.
He said he always made five times more money than the job was worth.
This guy's a pipe dream. Kobayashi's usin' him for window-dressing.
- I don't know. This is bad. - No, it's bullshit.
This guy could be LAPD. It's a fuckin' set-up.
The way I hear it, Söze is some kind of butcher.
- A peerless, psycho, fucked-up butcher. - There is no Keyser Söze!
Who is Keyser Söze?
He's supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German.
Nobody ever believed he was real.
Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that worked directly for him,
but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could've worked for him. You never knew.
That was his power.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled
was convincing the world he didn't exist.
One story the guys told me - the story I believe - was from his days in Turkey.
A gang of Hungarians wanted their own mob.
They realised that to be in power you didn't need guns or money or numbers.
You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn't.
After a while they come into power, and they come after Söze.
He was small-time then, just running dope, they say.
They come to his home in the afternoon looking for his business.
They find his wife and kids in the house and decide to wait for Söze.
He comes home to find his wife raped and children screaming.
The Hungarians knew Söze was tough, so they let him know they meant business.
They tell him they want his territory, all his business.
Söze looks over the faces of his family,
then he showed these men of will what will really was.
He tells him he would rather see his family dead
than live another day after this.
He lets the last Hungarian go,
waits until his family are buried, then goes after the rest of the mob.
He kills their kids, their wives, their parents and their parents' friends.
He burns down the houses they live in and the stores they work in.
He kills people that owe them money.
And like that... he's gone.
Underground. Nobody's ever seen him since.
He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night.
"Rat on your pop, and Keyser Söze will get you."
But no one ever really believes.
Do you believe in him, Verbal?
Keaton always said
"I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him."
Well, I believe in God.
And the only thing that scares me is Keyser Söze.
Do you give any weight to this?
I can introduce you to Dan Metzheiser from Justice. He has a file on Söze in DC.
Been a hobby of his. Guys equate him to that reporter on The Incredible Hulk.
- You've heard of him? - On the street?
- Yeah. - A few times.
Outside stuff. Somebody working for a guy
who worked for a guy who got some money from Keyser Söze, shit like that.
It could be an old badge, a hex sign, to keep people from fucking with you.
- But you're here. - Shit, yeah.
I got a guy trying to leave hospital on a fried drumstick cos he's afraid of Söze.
Yeah, I'll run it up the flagpole.
I told it like it happened on the boat. So what if I left out how I got there?
It's so full of holes, the DA would've told me to blow amnesty out my ass.
- That's why you never told the DA? - You tell me, Agent Kujan.
If I said the Loch Ness Monster hired me, what would you say?
- Turn state's evidence, we'll hear it out. - I got immunity. What can you offer me?
If there really is a Keyser Söze, he's gonna come looking for you.
Where's your head? Where do you think the pressure's coming from?
Keyser Söze, or whatever you wanna call him, knows where I am.
He's got the front burner under your ass to let me go, so he can scoop me up later.
Immunity was to deal with you. I got a new problem when I post bail.
So why play into his hands? We can protect you.
Gee, thanks, Dave. Bang-up job so far - extortion, coercion.
Kiss my pucker.
The fuckers that rounded us up and sank us are now bailing me out? Fuck you.
You think you can catch Keyser Söze?
You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught and sticks his head out?
If he comes up for anything, it'll be to get rid of me.
After that, my guess is you'll never hear from him again.
What happened next?
The next morning Fenster was gone. He couldn't handle slumming for Söze.
He left us a note wishing us good luck and took a chunk of the money.
- Then what? - McManus was furious.
He was talking about tracking him down and ripping his heart out, all sorts of shit.
- That night we got the call. - What call?
Kobayashi told us where we could find Fenster.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
- We gotta bury him. - With what?
With our hands.
This is nuts. It's dry fucking sand, McManus.
When he rots, the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away.
- Dig, you fuck! - What we gonna do? He's gonna kill us.
I don't know about you, peg leg, but I can run. I got no problem with that.
Kobayashi doesn't seem to have a problem with it either.
If you run, we're gonna be diggin' a hole for you. You got that?
This ain't my boy we're buryin'. I don't owe anybody!
- So fuck you. - He was my partner for five years.
We did more jobs and I saw more money than you can ever count, so fuck you!
- Cos now it's payback! - It's not payback!
It's precaution. You want payback, you wanna run, I don't care.
I'm not doin' this for Fenster.
I'm not doin' it for you.
I'm doin' this for me.
I'm gonna finish this thing.
This Kobayashi bastard is not gonna stand on me.
- After they killed Fenster nobody'd run? - I wanted to. I thought we could make it.
- Why didn't you say anything? - I tried, but Keaton wouldn't have it.
It was too far-fetched for him. Keaton was a grounded guy, an ex-cop.
To a cop, the explanation is never that complicated. It's always simple.
There's no mystery, no arch criminal behind it all.
If you got a dead body and think his brother did it, you're right.
Nobody argued with Keaton. They just set their minds to whacking Kobayashi.
They're coming up.
Did you hear me? He's coming up.
He's on his way down.
Don't move.
Press 20. Do it now.
Move!
- The answer is no. - Mr Söze will be most upset...
Listen, cocksucker, there is no Keyser Söze. You mention him again, I'll kill you.
A strange threat. I can only assume you've come here to kill me anyway.
We know that you can get to us.
But now you know that we can get to you.
I'm giving you one last chance to call this off.
Mr Sö... My employer has made up his mind. He does not change it.
Neither do we.
You got Fenster, but you won't get all of us before one of us gets through to you.
I believe you, Mr McManus. I most sincerely do.
You would not have been chosen were you not suitable, but it's not my decision.
Whatever you threaten me with is ludicrous
in comparison to what will be done to me if I do not carry out my orders in full.
I'm the guy that's gonna get you.
I just wanted you to know that.
I'm so sorry, Mr McManus.
I implore you, Mr Keaton, believe me,
Mr Söze is very real and very determined.
We'll see.
Before you do me in, Mr McManus,
you will let me finish my business with Ms Finneran first, won't you?
What did you say?
Edie Finneran.
She's upstairs in my office for an extradition deposition.
I requested she be put on the case personally. She flew in yesterday.
No matter.
Kill away, Mr McManus.
- You're lyin'. - Am I?
Ms Finneran's escort while she's here in LA. Never leaves her side for a moment.
I thought you'd be glad to know she's in good hands.
Now rest. The boat will be ready for you on Friday.
If I see you or any of your friends before then,
Ms Finneran will find herself the victim of a gruesome violation before she dies.
As, indeed, will your father, Mr Hockney,
and your Uncle Randall in Arizona, Mr Kint.
I might only castrate Mr McManus's nephew David.
Do I make myself clear?
We'll take care of the bodies downstairs. We'll add them to the cost of Mr Fenster.
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
It's a logistical nightmare. Close quarters. 10, maybe 20 men.
- No tellin' how many more are below. - Can we stealth these guys?
Nah. With all that coke, they're gonna be ready.
Which brings me to sunny point number two.
Even if one of us gets through and jacks the boat, we still got nothin'.
- What if we wait for the money? - Ten more men at least.
In my opinion it can't be done. Anybody who goes in there is not comin' out alive.
- I'm gonna wait for the money. - Me, too.
- Did you hear what he just said? - If I'm goin' in, I want a cut.
Me, too.
There's nothing that can't be done.
I just can't believe we're gonna walk into certain death.
The news said it's raining in New York.
- What language is that? - I don't know.
Russian, I think.
Hungarian?
Package has arrived.
You kids ready?
I would be, if I didn't have to stop and answer you.
I'm ready. McManus, you better be set up in ten seconds.
I'm ready.
I want you to stay here.
- I'm supposed to cover the... - Listen, if we fail, take the money and go.
- Keaton, I can't... - Find Edie, tell her what happened.
She knows people, she knows what to do.
If I don't get Kobayashi my way, she'll get him her way.
- What if I... - Just do what I say. Please.
Tell her that...
Tell her I tried.
McManus, he's on his way.
I'm there.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.
Oswald was a fag.
Hi.
How ya doin'?
Is there a problem?
Fernando...
- ¿ Qué hace aquí? - Nada.
- Aquí no puede pasar. - ¿ No se puede pasar por aquí?
Mejor que se regrese.
Now.
# Old Macdonald had a farm
# Ee-eye, ee-eye, oh
# And on that farm he shot some guys
# Bada-boom, bada-bing, bang, boom
Elvis has left the building.
No dispare. ¡Vámonos!
Oh, man!
Hello.
- Why didn't you run? - I froze up.
I thought about Fenster and how he looked when we buried him.
Then I thought about Keaton. It looked like he might pull it off.
Dave.
A boy came across a body on the beach this morning. Shot twice in the head.
- Two men from the Bureau identified him. - What else?
His name was Arturro Marquez, a smuggler from Argentina.
He was arrested last year in New York for trafficking.
He escapes to California. They pick him up in Long Beach.
They're setting up extradition, he escapes again.
Now, get this. Edie Finneran's brought in to advise on the proceedings.
- Kobayashi. - New York faxed a copy of his testimony.
- He was a rat. - Yeah, a big fucking rat!
Arturro was very opposed to returning to prison,
so much so that he named close to 50 people.
Guess who he named in the finale?
- Keyser Söze. - There's more.
I'll tell you what I know. Stop me when this sounds familiar.
There was no dope on that boat.
- You, stay quiet. - He's here. I know he's here.
That's him. I'm telling you, that's him. I know he's here!
You can't understand. That's him.
- Shut up! - That's him. You hear me?
I'm telling you it's Keyser Söze!
- Where's Hockney? - I don't know. There's no coke!
- What? - You heard me, you dumb fuck! No coke!
- What the fuck do you mean?! - I've been in every fucking room!
- There's gotta be coke! - There is nothing! Nothing!
Don't fuck with me.
There is no... fucking... coke!
I'm outta here.
I told them nothing.
I swear.
I told them nothing. Please.
McManus, what the fuck is goin' on?
The strangest thing.
Your statement says you saw a man in a suit with a slim build.
- Wait a minute. - Are you saying you saw Keyser Söze?
- You said you didn't know who it was. - There was dope on that boat.
- Stop stallin'. - I'm not!
- You know what I'm gettin' at! - Hey! I got immunity. I won't take this!
You know what I'm gettin' at, Verbal!
- I don't know! - Yes, you do! The truth!
Try to tell me you saw someone kill Keaton.
- I did. - You're lying to me!
- I am not! - You've known this whole fuckin' time!
I don't know what you're saying. I did see Keaton get shot, I swear.
Then why didn't you help him? You had a gun. He was your friend!
Because I was afraid. OK?
- Afraid. - Afraid of what?
- I knew it was Keyser Söze. - But Keaton...
It was Keyser Söze, Agent Kujan. I mean, the devil himself.
How do you shoot the devil in the back?
What if you miss?
All right. Let's get back to the pier.
- Arturro Marquez. Ever hear of him? - What? No.
He was a stool pigeon for the Justice Department.
He swore out a statement saying that he had seen
and could positively identify one Keyser Söze.
It says in the report: "He had intimate knowledge of his businesses,
including but not exclusive to drug-trafficking and murder."
I never heard of him.
His people were selling him to a gang of Hungarians.
Most likely the same Hungarians Söze all but wiped out back in Turkey.
The money wasn't there for dope.
The Hungarians were gonna buy the one guy that could incriminate Keyser Söze.
- I said I never heard of him. - Keaton did.
Edie Finneran was Marquez's extradition adviser. She knew what he knew.
- I don't under... - There were no drugs. It was a hit.
A suicide mission to whack out the one guy that could finger Keyser Söze.
So Söze put some thieves to it, men he knew he could march into certain death.
You're saying Söze sent us to kill someone?
Keaton did. Verbal, he left you behind for a reason.
Just do what I tell you.
If you all knew Söze'd find you anywhere, why did he give you the money to run?
- He could have used you on the boat. - He wanted me to live.
A one-time dirty cop without a loyalty in the world
finds it in his heart to save a worthless rat cripple.
No, sir. Why?
- Edie. - I don't buy the reform story for a minute.
Even if I did, I certainly don't believe he would send you to protect her.
So why?
Because he was my friend.
No, Verbal. He wasn't your friend.
- Keaton didn't have friends. - What are you doin' here?
He saved you because he wanted it that way. It was his will.
- Keaton was Keyser Söze. - No.
The kind of man who could wrangle men like Hockney and McManus.
The kind of man who could engineer a line-up through all his contacts at NYPD.
The kind of man who could've killed Edie Finneran!
She was found yesterday at a hotel in Pennsylvania, shot twice in the head.
What do you think about Keaton now, Verbal?
Edie?
He used all of you to get him on that boat. He couldn't get on alone.
He had to pull the trigger himself to make sure he got his man.
The one man that could identify him.
This is all bullshit.
You said you saw him die.
Or did you? You had to hide when you heard the police cars.
You said you heard the shot before the fire.
- But you didn't see him die. - I knew him. He would never...
He programmed you to tell us just what he wanted you to.
He knew we were close, you said it yourself.
Where was the political pressure coming from? It was Keaton.
Immunity was your reward.
But why me?
Why not Fenster, McManus or Hockney? I'm stupid. I'm a cripple. Why me?
Because you're a cripple, Verbal. Because you're stupid.
Because you're weaker than them.
If he's dead, if what you say is true,
then it won't matter.
It was his idea to hit the taxi service in New York, wasn't it? Tell me the truth.
It was all Keaton.
We followed him from the beginning.
I didn't know. I saw him die.
I believe he's dead. Oh, Christ!
You're not safe on your own.
- You think he's... - Keyser Söze?
I don't know, Verbal.
Keyser Söze's a shield. Or, like you said, a spook story.
But I know Keaton, and someone is out there pulling strings for you.
- Stay and let us protect you. - No way. I'm not bait. I post today.
You posted 20 minutes ago.
Captain Leo wants you out of here ASAP, unless you turn state's.
I'll take my chances.
If someone wants to get you, they're gonna get you out there.
Turn state's evidence. You might never see trial.
Maybe so.
But I'm not a rat, Agent Kujan.
Fuckin' cops.
Excuse me. Can I use your fax machine?
You'll have to sign for these, Mr Kint.
One watch, gold. One cigarette lighter, gold.
One pack of cigarettes. Thank you.
We've still got nothing, Dave.
I know what I wanted to know about Keaton.
Which is nothing.
No matter. He'll have to know how close we came.
Keyser Söze or no Keyser Söze,
if Keaton is alive, he's not coming up again.
I'll find him.
Waste of time.
A rumour's not a rumour that doesn't die.
- What? - Nothin'.
- Man, you're a slob. - Yeah, but it all has a system, Dave.
It all makes sense when you look at it right. You gotta stand back from it.
You wanna see a real horror show, you should see my garage.
Convince me.
When I was in that barbershop quartet in Skokie. Where's your head, Agent Kujan?
- We need to think back. - You've heard many tales.
- Bricks Marlin. - I wanna hear your story.
It's all there. Some guy in California, his name is Redfoot.
- A gift from Mr Söze. - What about Redfoot?
- Mr Redfoot knew nothing. - Big, fat guy. I mean, orca fat.
There was a lawyer. Kobayashi.
When I was picking beans in Guatemala, we'd make fresh coffee.
- You thought he was a good man. - I know he was good.
- Tell me every last detail. - How do you shoot the devil?
- He's protected by the Prince of... - What's your story?
- There was a lawyer. - What lawyer, Verbal?
- I am Mr Kobayashi. - Kobayashi. Kobayashi.
- Tell me every last detail. - I work for Keyser Söze.
Convince me. Convince me.
Every creep that works the street for a living will know the name of Verbal Kint.
The cripple, did you see him?!
- The cripple! Which way did he go? - That way.
I know you know something.
I'm smarter than you and I'm gonna find out what I wanna know.
- To a cop, the explanation's simple. - You know what I'm gettin' at! The truth!
- ... no arch criminal behind it all. - Somebody with power.
- Keyser Söze! - Who's Keyser Söze?
You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught and sticks his head out?
Because you're stupid, Verbal. Because you're a cripple.
- Who's the gimp? - You've known the whole fuckin' time!
- Who's Keyser Söze? - Who's Keyser Söze?
- I'm sure Keaton is dead. - I can't feel my legs, Keyser.
First thing I learnt on the job was how to spot a murderer.
They tell me you got the cripple from New York. He mention Keyser Söze?
Who?
After that... my guess is you'll never hear from him again.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
And like that...
he's gone.
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