How many other firms are you interviewing with in New York?
Six, including yours.
So I take it you're not opposed to relocating here?
That's what I plan to do.
I've never been here before, but I like it already.
Your first visit?
I've never really been out of the Midwest.
After graduating from law school and passing the bar...
I worked at a small firm in Chicago for eighteen months.
But you already know that.
With all these languages? Spanish, French, Italian?
Portuguese and rudimentary Chinese.
I've been too busy preparing to travel...
to actually go anywhere.
Now here I am.
Tell me, why did you choose international law...
rather than criminal law, for example?
I've always been fascinated...
by other cultures, their customs, rituals.
I believe it's even more satisfying...
more exciting, to be able to negotiate...
differences into consensus when dealing with...
people of vastly different cultural points of view.
Ms. Reed, if you're chosen for this position...
what would you say if you were expected to leave...
for Rio de Janeiro in the morning?
Elliot, don't be such a tight ass.
I'm not talking brain surgery here...
I'm not talking starving people in Africa.
I'm talking a few million dollars, one way or the other.
Your bank has you by the balls, sweetheart.
You personally signed the loan.
You're next interest payment is due in four days.
You've depleted your other assets.
You have nothing left to liquidate.
How do I know?
Honey, that is privileged information.
Let's just say that a mutual friend of ours...
talks in his sleep. One second.
Claudia Liones.
Emily Reed.
Do sit down.
Have you had your breakfast?
Shirley, give her a corned beef sandwich.
You better eat it now.
You're not going to get anything like this in Rio.
Elliot, I know all about the subcontractor fucking up.
It's a good thing I'm coming down there to bail you out.
I'll see you at the construction site on Monday. Bye.
Welcome.
Thank you.
So, it's all there.
Everything you need to know about the deal.
We're bailing out an under-capitalized...
dying company...
a resort hotel complex that's about to go into construction.
I'm coming in with a consortium of Chinese investors...
and hopefully, we'll be in and out...
before the word hits the street.
I think we should go.
I hope you brought some summer clothes.
It's hot as hell where we're going.
You sweat a lot, run a lot.
You may not even sleep until the whole thing's over.
It all happened so fast.
I didn't have time to go shopping.
If I'd had gotten your job...
I would have been in Bendel's before the ink was dry.
You're going to make a lot of money, honey.
You might as well learn how to enjoy it.
It's all play money anyway. Do you like what you see?
Beautiful.
Great.
So, what's happening, boys? Talk to me!
- What's the word on the street? - Nothing yet.
Good.
Emily, our new whiz-kid lawyer.
Meet Juan, Roberto... V.P. S from the local office.
Stop!
This is Flavio... my soothsayer, my main man.
A man for all seasons, all reasons.
Anything you need done, anything you need to know...
this is the dude.
Well, welcome to the war room, sweetheart.
Not bad for a rich little poor girl from the boondocks.
So where are the secretaries, Roberto?
They'll be here tomorrow.
I told you I want them on call 24 hours a day.
When I close, I put the whole world on my schedule.
Sorry, Claudia. It's not set up yet.
Not set up yet?
Do you have any idea what is at stake here?
We'll just have to start bright and early...
in the morning, won't we?
Golf course, tennis courts.
Over there, gym, jacuzzi, saunas.
Way back there, private bungalows...
stable, riding ring, open-air theater.
And last but not least, the marina.
Is that part of the package? I don't see any mention of it.
It's not a part of their plan, but a critical part of ours.
It's the marina idea...
that convinced the Chinese to come aboard.
But you don't have the rights to it.
Don't worry, Emily. It's not going anywhere.
It's been on the market for four years.
We'll move on it the minute we close this.
Hey, fellas. Where's your boss?
He went away. He's gone.
Son of a bitch!
Gone? What do you mean, gone?
He's supposed to meet us here.
Mario!
We had an appointment. Get him on the phone.
Perfect!
Elliot has gone off to Buenos Aires...
to his niece's impromptu, spur-of-the-moment wedding.
Niece's wedding, my ass. The slime bucket's stalling.
He's down there dealing with the Argentinians.
I'm not going to let it happen.
I'm going down there, and if I have to...
I'll bring him back on a goddamn leash!
Now, you stay here. Just act as if nothing's wrong.
Finish the inventory...
and Flavio will circle back and pick you up...
after he's dropped me off at the airport.
Let's go!
You're going to have to take my date tonight.
I'll call him. He'll pick you up at 8:00.
- What? - Stop, Flavio.
Who?
I'll lay out something for you to wear.
Wear it. And fix your hair.
Put on some goddamn lipstick.
And remember the golden rule...
keep your eyes and your ears open and your mouth shut.
The guy's a predator.
That's quite an improvement.
You did see me.
I'm sorry I'm late. I hate to be late.
I'm James Wheeler.
I'd prefer it if you call me Wheeler.
The only way I've ever been able to stand the name Jim...
is if you put a diamond in front of it...
and that would be a little much, don't you think?
I'm Emily.
I certainly hope so.
I'd feel like a fool if you weren't.
Do they go everywhere with you?
Almost everywhere.
See, I was kidnapped once.
I don't want to go through the experience again.
That's awful.
For politics or money?
Money.
Strictly money.
Well, at least it didn't frighten you...
into keeping a low profile.
If you want me to apologize for being rich...
then I will.
I'm sorry.
We can take a bus. I can get rid of the car.
Should I tell him to go?
I've seen that boy before.
Miles from here.
Something wrong?
I just like watching you walk.
Good evening, Manuella.
Hello. Welcome.
Hello. How are you?
Good.
Amazing. I've always loved parrots.
He say, "Welcome."
No, it sounded like he said, "Watch out," to me.
Someday, you're going to tell your grandchildren...
how you were once in Rio with a man with bodyguards...
who brought you to an old converted slave quarters...
and had you walk across the room...
in another woman's dress.
How do you know this isn't my dress?
Because I bought it for Claudia.
And what makes you think I'm going to have grandchildren?
Your mother said that...
you always planned on getting married and settling down.
My mother?
I hope you don't mind. I had my assistant call her...
and ask her what you like to eat.
She said well-done roast beef...
mashed potatoes, and creamed carrots.
So I took the liberty of ordering for you.
You actually called my mother?
To mothers.
It must be the jet lag.
My emotions keep getting away from me.
That's not such a bad thing.
We all have to lose ourselves sometimes...
to find ourselves, don't you think?
I don't know.
Sure we do.
Look around.
That elderly woman at the next table...
the one with the bodyguards that match her gown...
tell me about her.
What would it take for her to lose control?
What do you think?
The wig.
Losing her wig would definitely wig her out.
And what about them?
The couple in the white.
Are they happy or sad?
Sad. Definitely sad.
And whose money is it?
His or hers?
Hers.
And where did they meet?
A ski resort in Switzerland.
And he was the ski instructor?
Nope. He was there training for the Olympics.
Then he broke his leg.
Was it love at first sight?
How did she know?
Because it was something she never felt before.
The wedding night.
Tell me about the wedding night.
Where did they go?
They went to a grand hotel...
on a tropical beach somewhere.
They made their reservations by phone...
not knowing it had fallen to ruin.
He hated it.
She liked it.
It made her feel...
What?
Decadent.
So he took her to their room?
Do you know what?
I've always hated roast beef, even when I was a kid,
and I've never had the heart to tell my mother.
What happened in that room?
I really don't want to go any further.
If you don't tell me...
then I'm going to go over there and ask them myself.
You wouldn't.
Please, don't.
It's just that I know I won't be able to sleep tonight...
unless I hear the end of the story.
Whatever happened in that room left its mark on them.
They never made it to the room.
He refused to stay there, remember?
So he left?
He left her alone in the lobby...
feeling what she felt...
wanting what she wanted?
She was livid.
She wanted to get even.
So she looked around.
Saw another man?
She caught him reflected in the mirror watching her.
And she didn't run away?
No, she didn't run away.
She waited until the desk clerk...
went into the dining room for dinner...
and then she moved into the office.
The door was hanging half off its hinges.
Anyone could have seen them.
Who saw them, Emily?
Didn't you?
Come with me.
There's something I want to show you.
Pick it up.
You're not going to believe this.
I'm in a goddamn wedding.
Elliot's niece really did get married.
Listen!
Twisting on a rooftop in Buenos Aires.
I feel like I'm in a fucking time warp.
Elliot, say hello to Emily.
Never mind. You'll meet him in Rio.
If I have to, I'll bring him back on a goddamn leash.
Now listen, Emily, I want to wrap this thing up...
the minute we land in Rio...
so set up a meeting at the airport...
and don't you take no for an answer.
I'm not used to women running away from me.
And I'm not used to men in masks biting my neck.
I think you have me confused with someone else.
That's not my style, Emily.
He looked like you.
He felt like you.
How do you know what I feel like?
Look, however I offended you...
if I offended you...
I'd like to make it up to you.
I'll pick you up at noon.
There's some places I'd like to show you...
and some things I'm sure you'd like to see.
And how would you know what I like?
Instinct.
I'm sorry. I can't.
I have too much work to do.
In that case, I'll pick you up at 3:00.
You weren't too far off. They didn't meet in Switzerland.
They met in Monaco at the Grand Prix.
And he wasn't a ski instructor. He was a race car driver.
And he didn't have a busted leg.
He had an infected tooth.
I took the liberty of introducing myself to them...
after you'd left.
Otto and Hanna Munch of Munich.
The bikes are my pride and joy.
Vestiges of my lost youth.
I take them with me everywhere.
Otto never rode on a Harley, so...
Harley fucking Davidson, U.S.A.!
See that sailor dancing all alone over there?
He's got a gun in his sock.
If he goes for it, throw this in his face.
Let me go!
Now!
Let me go!
I tried to get to you, Hanna.
Don't cover me up, you understand?
You don't like the way I look?
What's wrong with me?
Look at me!
- I said look at me! - Get in the car.
Let's get him! The son of a bitch!
Come on!
Look at me!
Get in the car.
You motherfucker!
Don't.
Don't cover up.
I want to look at you.
That's what you want, isn't it, Hanna?
You have perfect skin.
Very beautiful breasts.
You have a nice, hard, flat stomach like a swimmer's.
You haven't had a child, have you?
That's right, Otto.
Look at your wife.
She's beautiful. Spirited.
What happened to make you so angry?
Did you find her with another man?
Did you push her into his arms, and she liked it?
Was that it?
Are you punishing her because she liked it?
Did you find her...
with his hand...
on her thighs?
And she liked it?
Was that it?
Did he have his hands...
on her breasts?
And she liked it?
Is that what happened, Otto?
Is it?
Tell them to stop.
I would if I could.
But I can't.
Haven't you ever felt like that?
Primal?
Insatiably hungry?
Look at them, Emily.
Tell me what you see.
I see two people having sex.
Making love.
There's a difference.
What is this, some kind of joke?
How?
How did I know about the roast beef and the mashed potatoes?
Or how did I get into your room?
Why this?
Why all the trouble?
This place seemed to have made a lasting impression on you.
I wanted to find out why.
Why?
Because I'm interested in you.
I'll bet you sang in the Presbyterian choir.
You went on those family reunions.
And you picked blackberries and...
blueberries and huckleberries in the summer.
The pride of your mother.
Apple of the old man's eye.
Why do I get the feeling that...
if I reach out and touch you, you'll disappear?
Why don't you try it and see?
I'm sorry.
It's not you.
It's me.
I'm just not... very good at being touched, Emily.
They gave me this.
They said it was a gift for bringing them back together.
I want you to have it.