[Church bells ring in distance]
[Child singing in Spanish]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Rifle clicks and echoes]
[Child singing in Spanish, background]
[Pigeons squeal]
[Thunder rumbling]
[Birds chirping]
KETCHAM: Son of a bitch!
When I first saw you, I wasnīt scared.
Just wondered why you wore those boots.
Now I know.
KETCHAM: Shit!
[Cackling]
KETCHAM: Weīve both played this game, Rath.
What kind of shoes will you be wearing...
...when your day comes?
Iīll double the contract.
Say you couldnīt find me.
Listen to me.
Iīm talking like a mark!
[Gun clicks]
KETCHAM: Oh, God. Donīt pull yet.
Not yet.
KETCHAM: Iīve killed a few innocents in my time.
Youīre so high and mighty! You and your principles!
KETCHAM: Someone had to do the jobs you wouldnīt do.
I canīt die like this!
Iīm not a mark.
Not like a mark.
[Sobbing]
Itīs chambered.
Thanks, Rath.
Good-bye, old friend.
[Gunshot]
[Duck whines]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Siren wails, background]
[Digital beeping]
[Rapid digital dialing]
[Phone ringing]
[Beeping]
I donīt care what you believe. Iīve had it.
I want out. I quit.
Go away, you son of a bitch.
You should be.
[Continuous beeping]
REPORTER 1 : The attention is not for the man...
...being buried, but for one of the mourners.
REPORTER 1 : Just arriving is reclusive billionaire Alan Branch...
...attending the funeral of his brother, who died in an auto accident.
REPORTER 2: Branch was last seen testifying before the Senate 10 years ago...
...for his alleged financing of...
REPORTER 2: ...right wing death squads throughout South and Central America.
Branch was born in Queens, New York, and, as you can see...
...from the wheelchair, the victim of a hit manīs bullet.
10 years ago Alan Branch was brought before the Senate and questioned...
REPORTER 1 : ...about his alleged involvement in money-laundering...
...drug trafficking and death-squad financing.
[Male operatic voice singing, "Ave Maria" in Latin]
[Wagon squeaking]
PRIEST: Let us pray.
Lord Jesus Christ...
...by the 3 days you lay in the tomb...
...you made holy the graves of all who believe in you.
Though their bodies lie in the earth, they trust that they will rise again.
Bless this grave, Lord, and give Samuel peaceful rest....
[Birds chirping]
[Multiple silenced gunshots]
My God!
[Woman screams]
BODYGUARD: Heīs been shot!
[Woman shrieking]
[Scattered yelling]
[Man grunts]
[Silenced gunshots]
[Shots ricocheting softly]
[Loud gunshot]
[Multiple silenced shots popping]
Come on, you little bastard, be brave.
Run for it.
[Mockingly] Ooh, oh-oh.
[Mumbling gibberish]
[Sirens blaring]
COP 1 : Put it down!
Fuck.
COP 1 : Throw the gun away!
COP 1 : On the ground!
COP 1 : Face down!
All right!
COP 1 : Throw it away!
COP 2: Donīt move!
COP 2: Hands behind your back!
[Whispering] Whatīs he doing?
[Handcuffs clicking]
COP 2: Check him for more weapons.
COP 1 : Where is it?
COP 1 : Donīt worry. BAIN: Iīm not worried.
COP 2: There.
COP 1 : The areaīs secure.
[Breathing heavily]
Nice to meet you.
[Chuckles]
COP 3: Come on, letīs go. Right through here!
[Sirens wailing]
[Tires screech]
COP 3: Come on! Letīs go, letīs go!
Wait. Ambulance, letīs go!
[Rath honks horn]
Hold it!
COP 3: #1, move it out!
COP 3: #2, come on!
COP 3: Get out of here!
[Sirens wailing]
DISPATCHER ON RADIO: What is the disposition ofyour suspect?
COP 1 : 1 Bravo 5.
COP 1 : Weīre proceeding to the precinct...
COP 1 : ...suspect in custody.
DISPATCHER: Roger. I show you en route to the precinct with one suspect.
COP 4: Look.
COP 1 : Watch it.
[Bain muttering in Spanish]
[Truck roars]
[Knuckles cracking]
[Glass shattering]
COP 4: Look out!
[Neck snaps]
[Tires screech]
[Crash]
[Bain screams]
[Siren stops]
[Tires screech]
[Bain grunts]
COP 5: Oh, my god!
BAIN: Donīt fucking try it!
[Gun clicks]
[Siren blares]
COP 5 ON RADIO: Officers down.
COP 5: Victoria Ave. 2700 block.
[Tires screeching]
COP 5: Repeat...
...officers down.
[Gunshots popping]
[Siren blaring, Cop 4 screaming]
[Thunderous crash]
DISPATCHER ON RADIO: 1 Bravo 3, whatīs your status?
[Tires screeching]
DISPATCHER: 1 Bravo 3, please respond.
[Tires squeal]
DISPATCHER: 1 Bravo 3, please respond.
DISPATCHER: All units, officers down.
DISPATCHER: Repeat, officers down.
[Fierce growling and barking]
DISPATCHER: All units, suspect in the four- officer-down call is still at large.
Male Hispanic, thirty years, armed and dangerous.
Monitor all bus stations and the airport.
[Sirens echoing]
[Thud]
CABBIE: Goddamn it!
You okay?
I just got this car!
RATH: Iīm sorry. Are you okay?
Whatīs it going to take? I donīt have insurance.
Take it.
RATH: Iīm sorry.
TAXI DISPATCHER: Whoīs near Denny Way and 5th?
We have a couple going to Crown Hill.
Whoīs near Christinaīs? We have a man going to the airport.
RATH: 501, Iīm there.
TAXI DISPATCHER: Pick up three sailors, pier 91, take īem downtown.
Come on. Be the right one.
[Gun clicks]
MAN: Taxi!
RATH: Iīm booked.
MAN: We saw it first!
Airport.
You got it.
You got a cut on your head. You see that?
I had an accident at work.
What kind of work do you do?
I am, how do you say...
...dead tired.
So, save the chitchat for someone else.
RATH: [Chuckles] Okay.
Chitchat. I havenīt heard that word for a long time.
TAXI DISPATCHER: Cab 117, pick up at Lincoln Park.
BAIN: Whatīre you doing? RATH: What?
There was a turnoff.
Iīm sorry.
You blew your tip.
Think Iīm trying to run you up?
Just do your job.
RATH: [Yelling] I never ran up a fare in my life!
BAIN: Do your job!
Get out.
BAIN: What?
You think Iīm running you up? Just get out.
You canīt just....
The hell I canīt.
Out.
RATH: Find another cab.
[Bain chuckles]
BAIN: I donīt believe this.
[Mumbles in Spanish]
Robert...
...Rath.
You canīt shoot me through the glass.
Bulletproof.
So, I get out...pow...
...you got me.
No.
So...
...now what?
Who are you, kid?
Robert Rath...
...wants to know me.
I donīt believe this.
Bain.
Miguel Bain.
Let me see. You rolled some cabbie...
...then waited for the right call.
Thatīs genius, man.
Then you got the balls to bullshit with me.
No way I could have done that.
You stole my contract.
Howīd you know of it?
A silenced...
...Ruger .22.
Classic.
You know, I switched...
...when I heard you used one.
Excuse this.
It was a long shot.
But a good one.
Wasnīt it?
Whoīs your contractor, Miguelito?
Why donīt you drive?
We can get acquainted.
Chitchat.
Letīs sit.
Okay?
[Automatic window hums]
[Muttering gibberish]
[Rifle clicks]
[Refereeīs whistle blows]
[Whispering] Drive.
Number 13 looks tired.
BAIN: Maybe she needs a rest.
[Whispering] Drive.
Drive.
BAIN: Drive, drive, drive, drive....
[Bain giggling]
Protect the innocent.
BAIN: Thatīs weak.
You couldīve had me at the cemetery but you couldnīt shoot the cops.
You are anticuado.
[Glass pops]
[Bain cackling]
I had to try! Who knows? Maybe it wasnīt made in America!
[Thud]
BAIN: Oh! Whoa, whoa.
[Sirens screaming]
Ooh.
They look pissed, huh?
RATH: They get that way when you kill 4 of them.
How do you like the cemetery?
Rome, 14 B.C.
They killed a general, Flavius, at his brotherīs funeral.
I couldnīt wait for Branchīs brother to die, so I killed him too.
Proud of me, Bobby?
[Rath laughing]
Well....
It was nice meeting you.
Someday, Iīll tell my little niōos about this wonderful encounter.
[Violent shattering]
[Tires screeching]
[Truck horn moans]
[Silenced gunshots]
[Car horns honking]
Shit!
[Bain screaming]
[Loud gunshot, glass shattering]
[Crashing]
[Tires squealing]
[Silenced shot pops]
[Bain grunts]
BAIN: Ah, fuck!
RATH: Whoīs your contractor, kid?
[Bain grunts and yells]
[Engine revving and accelerating]
BAIN: [Yelling] You blew it!
I am still alive!
[High-pitched cackling]
[Car horn honking]
Not for long.
[Sirens screaming]
[Giggling]
[Tires screeching]
What are you doing?
BAIN: What the hell are you doing?
Watch it!
BAIN: Youīll get us killed!
Letīs get them.
COP 6: 2 Robert 2, in pursuit of Yellow Cab, 501 .
DISPATCHER: ln pursuit. Request backup.
COP 8: 2 Robert 3 responding.
DISPATCHER: All units, Yellow Cab number 501...
...stolen near vicinity of officers down.
PILOT: 10-4, Regional Air responding.
DISPATCHER: Regional Air hasjoined the pursuit.
DISPATCHER: Suspects considered armed and dangerous.
Robert 2, received.
[Sirens blaring]
Turn here!
BAIN: I know this area!
BAIN: Hit it!
[Bain cackling]
Donīt give any more advice.
PILOT: This is Regional Air. Weīre heading over to the Michigan Viaduct.
All units, maintain your positions. Weīll box him in.
COP 6: Donīt lose him.
PILOT: This is Regional Air. We copy.
BAIN: I studied everything you ever did.
Goddamn it, you were good!
You and the Russian, Nicolai Talinkov.
Tachlinkov.
Yes.
BAIN: You know, they say heīs living on some Greek island.
But I say, you were the best!
I say, Nicolaiīs dead as a doornail!
Am I right, Bob?
I heard you guys played chess coded in the New York Times obituaries.
Ten fucking miles of microfilm!
But I found it! I found it!
BAIN: The last game ends before anyone wins!
BAIN: He thought you were his friend.
And now I know, thatīs how you took him.
You killed him to be number one.
[Cackling]
Psst!
[Whispering] Bishop...
...takes rook pawn.
[Truck horn blares]
[Tires screech]
[Bain grunts]
[Sirens scream]
DISPATCHER: All units, Regional Air has a visual. Repeat. Regional Air has a visual.
Suspect headed east on Sycamore St.
[Propellers pelting]
[Crashing]
[Car horns honking]
DISPATCHER: Regional Air, do you have a visual?
PILOT: We got him!
[Tires squeal]
We donīt got him.
[Sirens wailing]
[Chopper humming]
RATH: [Whispering] What is he talking about, "Bishop takes rook pawn"?
COMPUTER: [Digital voice] Replay game. Game started May 5, 1980.
15 years, and I still remember this game.
Itīs like yesterday.
COMPUTER: White pawn to King 4, Red pawn to King 4....
COMPUTER: White Knight to King Bishop 3, Red Knight to Queen Bishop 3....
I hate to admit it, but youīre the worldīs best.
Yeah, I remember that one.
COMPUTER: White Knight takes Knight. Enter next move.
Letīs see what the kid knows.
COMPUTER: Enter next move.
Bishop takes...
...rook pawn.
COMPUTER: D6, H2.
COMPUTER: Check, game in check.
[Rifle clicks]
A mark.
Iīm a goddamn mark.
[Background sound of gunshot]
Miguel Bain.
Donīt play with me now.
Are you setting me up?
Is this how it went, Nicolai?
Thatīs it. Iīm gone.
[Whispering] Whereīre you going? Whereīre you going?
RATH: $2 million and Iīm out of here.
Iīm gone.
Seattle.
Surveillance expert.
Buyers.
[Computer buzzing]
RATH: The mark. Whoīs the mark?
[Sixties rock song playing]
[Giggling] Here you go, Pearl.
Here you go.
No, thanks. I wonīt have any. Iīm just going to have some coffee.
[Hair dryer humming]
Oh! You know what? I forgot to tell you.
We got our pictures.
Letīs see what we have here.
This is good. I like this one.
Itīs your good side. Look.
Thatīs not so bad.
And you say you donīt photograph well.
BOB: I donīt have time to talk about this right now.
JENNIFER: You never have time to talk about it!
BOB: That is not true!
BOB: [Yelling] But now is not a good time!
JENNIFER: I wanted to talk about this last night and you didnīt!
BOB: I had to get my sleep!
[Woman singing opera, background]
ELECTRA: Hi, Mrs. Slattery. What you making?
JENNIFER ON TV: Every time we start talking about this we--
BOB ON TV: Whyīd you bring it up?
Guys...
...what are you doing?
BOB ON TV: Donīt walk away, because weīre going to have it out.
[Pager beeping]
Youīre not helping matters here. Youīre not.
JENNIFER ON TV: Stop it!
BOB ON TV: Youīre so concerned about what your mother thinks.
[Whispers] Jesus.
[Jennifer screaming and sobbing]
BOB ON TV: You want to slam doors?
[Phone beeps as dialed]
ELECTRA: [Whispers] Ah, Jennifer....
WOMAN: Room 115.
I have the disk.
WOMAN: The buyers arrive at noon. Flight 1055.
Iīll attempt contact at 12:30 and every 15 minutes after that.
WOMAN: Do you have hard copy images?
Yes. What do I call the principal?
WOMAN: Call him Remy. Howīll they know?
ELECTRA: Theyīll know.
Try and trace that one, baby.
[Jennifer sobbing]
Poor baby.
ATTENDANT: Hi. Welcome. How are you today?
ELECTRA: Hereīs twenty dollars. Keep the car handy.
Great. Is there anything else I can do for you?
ELECTRA: No thanks, pal.
ATTENDANT: Let me get your ticket here.
ATTENDANT: Need help with your bags? ELECTRA: No, I got it.
ATTENDANT: You need your ticket. Hereīs your ticket. Thanks.
[Elevator rings]
I hated that restaurant. What a terrible place.
I didnīt like anything about it. All those foreigners.
What an awful, awful restaurant.
WOMAN: Donīt make another reservation there.
You can certainly find a better spot.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Fourth floor.
[Elevator rings]
Youīre welcome, baby. My pleasure.
INTERCOM: Arriving passenger Remy, please go to a white courtesy phone.
INTERCOM: Passenger Remy, please go to a white courtesy phone.
[Jet hissing in distance]
This is Remy.
Are you ready to go shopping on the Home Network? Price is $40,000.
Where are you?
Are you ready? Yes or no.
Yes.
The Marriott Hotel. There are pay phones across from the elevators.
Youīve got 20 minutes, give or take 10 seconds.
[Ambient airport noise]
Cut your hair.
RATH: Taxi!
[Dramatic instrumental beat]
[Elevator rings]
[Phone rings]
Hello.
ELECTRA: Good, youīre early.
Get the Yellow Pages.
Right.
Lonely?
ELECTRA: ln town on business?
Check the escorts.
Got it.
Room 718. I smell a rat...
...the disk and I are gone.
We simpatico?
Simpatico, yes.
[Elevator rings]
RATH: Hold the elevator, please.
Damn.
RATH: Sorry. MAN: Excuse me.
RATH: ltīs okay.
Maintenance.
Operator.
Iīd like to report a problem on the 12th floor. Electricityīs out.
[Elevator rings]
AUTOMATED VOICE: Fourth floor.
MAN: Pardon me. 492
The 12th floor? What room?
Iīll check the circuit breakers.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Seventh floor.
BAIN: Excuse me. Sorry.
Iīd like to make a reservation.
Buyers, seller, letīs see if they booked multiple rooms.
Come out, wherever you are.
[Lock clicks]
718.
[Computer beeps]
ELECTRA: Hey, fellas, slow down.
ELECTRA: Relax.
First, Iīll need a $10,000 deposit.
That wasnīt the deal.
Then we have nothing to discuss.
REMY: Wait. Hang on.
REMY: Okay.
ELECTRA: Hereīs todayīs menu.
One second...
...I must put in a disk.
REMY: All right, itīs in.
[Computer beeping]
Where do you want the 10 thousand?
[Muffled buzzing and clicking]
ELECTRA: Thereīs a screwdriver on the table. Then youīll find a conveyance.
RATH: Chicago Bulls. Good team. Twenty rooms.
No. No.
Katz. Two rooms: 718, 542.
Paid in cash. Letīs check out the room service.
[Bain humming]
[Toy truck rattling]
BAIN: Hi. MAN: Hi.
[Silenced shots pop]
[Bain humming]
BAIN: Twin 9 millimeters.
RATH: Room 718, nothing. Room 542....
Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee...
...tuna fish.
RATH: Tuna fish?
Meow.
Here it comes.
[Truck buzzes]
Look out, Pearl!
Yes!
Pennies from heaven.
Baby, you keep this warm for me.
[Pearl meows]
ELECTRA: Iīm going to format your disk, orient it to receive the data.
You getting this, Hans Brinker?
[Fly buzzing]
[Computer beeping]
Interpol.
[Sighing and muttering]
[Phone beeping as dialed]
[Pearl meows]
[Rapid typing on computer]
Next.
[Pager beeping]
REMY: Telephone?
BUYER 2: [Dutch accent] It come from here.
BUYER 2: This is not my beeper.
[Door crashes open]
[Multiple silenced shots popping]
[Bain yelling in Spanish]
Interpol.
Hey! Whatīs going on?
ELECTRA: Hello? Can you hear me?
Hans Brinker, Mr. Dutchman, talk to me. Iīm not kidding.
ELECTRA: Hello?
Please complete the transmission.
[Whispering] Who is this?
Who is this?
Please complete the transmission.
Shit!
[Keys clicking, computer beeping]
No, wait.
Fuck.
Honey...
...Iīll tear your heart out.
Holy Mary.
Letīs get you your case.
Donīt do this to me. We must go. Come on.
Shit!
Pearl, come on. Come on, please. Donīt do this.
[Breathing heavily]
Pearl, come on.
[Pearl meows]
[Electra gasps]
[Electra yelps]
Donīt!
Donīt?
Donīt what?
Rath...
...is that you?
[Bain chuckling]
The disk.
BAIN: ltīs you.
Disk.
BAIN: You tried the move.
Bishop takes rook pawn.
Itīs a powerful move.
Would have been Nicolaiīs move. Donīt you think?
You got a move for me, Rath?
Huh?
You know, itīs like chess.
Is she alive?
BAIN: Did you kill her?
BAIN: Did you kill my mark?
[Chuckling]
Are you there, sweetie?
542.
Is she dead yet, Bobby?
BAIN: I took care of business on my end. Did you?
[Electra shrieks]
[Bain cackles]
BAIN: A woman. Itīs not the same as killing a man.
You have to pull the trigger a different way.
Is she beautiful, Bobby?
Pull the trigger. Kill her.
[Whispering] Come on. Do it. Do it.
Pull the trigger.
[Electra sobbing]
Pull the trigger. Kill her. Be professional.
BAIN: Kill her.
[Silenced shots pop, Electra yells]
[Giggling] Ooh, ooh....
Itīs my beeper.
[People chattering, background]
MAN: Hey!
RATH: Go on.
RATH: Whereīs your car?
I donīt remember where itīs parked.
ATTENDANT: I got your car right here.
[Tires screeching]
ATTENDANT: Thatīs all right. I got it.
[Tires screech]
[Laughs]
[Engine roars]
[Digital dialing beeps]
ELECTRA: Who the hell are you?
A government employee.
Bullshit.
Just drive and donīt speed.
Where?
Youīll know when we get there.
[Computer keys clicking]
RATH: Slow down.
I canīt, Iīm too nervous.
RATH: Slow down.
This other guy, does he work for the government too?
Itīs between you and him, right?
Just leave me out of it.
We canīt.
Youīre the mark.
[Engine revving, tires squealing]
[Crash]
[Car horns honk]
MAN: Take it easy!
[Man groans]
Hey! My cat!
[Car horns honking]
My cat!
[Bus rumbles]
[Traffic noise, sirens wail in distance]
Damn!
Oh, yes!
[Door bells jingle]
CLERK: Hello! RATH: Hi.
Pearl, come out, donīt be afraid. Why are you here? How are you?
Whereīs her mama?
I was going to ask you that.
BAIN: Thank you, pussycat.
Cold.
BAIN: Cold.
Hot.
So thatīs where you live.
BOB ON TV: I really love you.
BAIN ON TV: I love you, too.
[Electra screams]
Baby!
[Pearl meows]
Where is he?
BAIN: You sick bitch.
Downstairs.
Do you want to live?
Give me your house keys.
Meet me at the pet shop.
[Bang of door being kicked]
[Thud]
[Dishes crash]
BAIN: Blank. Shit.
BAIN: Blank.
[Jennifer honks horn]
JENNIFER: Hi! ELECTRA: Jennifer!
ELECTRA: Jennifer, wait!
[Horns honking]
Come on! Move it!
[Horns honking]
Iīm sorry!
Jasmine.
[Multiple silenced gunshots]
[Mirror smashes]
BAIN: Your gun is slow!
[Bain speaks in Spanish]
Iīm not the one shooting at mirrors.
Who do you think--
BAIN: Surprise.
[Jennifer gasps]
The disk.
The disk!
[Jennifer sobs in fear]
[Yelling] Wait, wait!
[Silenced gunshot, Jennifer breathes heavily]
[Whispering] I said to wait. Shut up!
Disk.
[Whispers] Get out.
I got the buyers.
BAIN: Now, I beat you to the mark.
Iīm sorry...
...but I think I picked the wrong guy to be my hero.
[Multiple silenced gunshots]
BAIN: Macho. Macho.
[Breathing heavily] You know...
...itīs my birthday.
BAIN: Today...
...I become number one.
And I got a present....
[Angry] Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[Multiple shots, glass smashes]
Happy birthday.
[Hissing of gas pipe as it ignites]
Shit!
[Flames roar, glass smashes]
[Sirens blare, horns honk]
RATH: Goddamn it.
ELECTRA: The girl from downstairs, I saw her come back here.
Sheīs not in her apartment. She could be here somewhere. I must find her.
Sheīs dead.
[Sirens wail]
ELECTRA: Come here, Pearl.
Get back here.
Hello, Pearl.
Come here, girl.
She likes me.
She likes dead fish too.
Whatīs your name?
Robert Rath.
Right.
Iīm Electra.
Are you one of them?
Was.
Retired.
I donīt believe you.
RATH: I told you...
...if I wanted to kill you...
...I would have already.
Look what she did.
Itīs not loaded?
Itīs loaded. Itīs silenced.
Just shoot.
I could.
Iīd be 500 miles away before they found you.
Howīs that?
[Yelling] Stop! She doesnīt like it!
I say sheīs afraid she might hit you.
[Gunshots, smashing]
Sorry I have the gun?
ELECTRA: You think it was a mistake? You think Iīm scared?
You donīt know me!
-Youīre wrong. I know-- -Shut up!
ELECTRA: Today was supposed to be a good day.
Payday.
40 grand. I was going to buy Pearl a boyfriend.
Now two people are dead.
ELECTRA: Iīm in way over my head.
I just want out.
You got the gun. The keyīs on the dresser.
Go.
I donīt have a social security number, or a driverīs license.
I barely remember my real name.
Iīm a ghost. Iīm nobody.
Iīll disappear.
I found you. So did he. You canīt hide.
I just want my life back.
Thatīs all.
Iīm sorry.
[Silenced gunshots, glass smashing]
RATH: Iīll take that.
I need to be alone.
I havenīt spent this much time with someone in years.
Neither have I.
Well, the disk....
Youīll get it.
[Rath chuckles]
[Mumbling]
Fuck you.
I donīt care what you are.
Fuck you!
Then who the hellīs Miguel Bain?
Who the hell is Miguel Bain?
Christ.
[Pearl meows, toilet handle clinks]
[Voice of television reporter]
[Pearl meows]
RATH: Hello, Pearl.
ELECTRA: Whatīd they say about the shooting?
RATH: Nothing.
I donīt need details, just in general.
-Nothing. -Impossible.
Not really. Not if....
If what?
The CIA or lnterpol....
Whatīs on this?
Itīs encrypted.
Breaking the code on my lap top could take 200 or 300 years.
Arenīt you a genius?
I am.
ELECTRA: I was the best. If it was stored electronically, it was mine.
Was?
Yeah, Iīm retiring too.
I wish I had an insight...
...but it was anonymous, an intercepted satellite transmission.
ELECTRA: Probably just industrial secrets.
Thereīs one bed.
ELECTRA: I guess you noticed that.
-Itīs yours. -You want the couch?
No, thanks.
A trick so you donīt get comfortable?
Tie a string from your toe to the doorknob.
It opens in.
You wouldnīt feel it.
Yeah, I got it. I understand.
[Pearl meows]
Pearl!
Thanks.
For what?
I donīt know.
Saving my life, I guess.
Howīd you like to make $1 million?
ELECTRA: What do I have to do?
Nothing cheap, I hope.
What is it?
Tell you tomorrow.
I canīt sleep.
Be patient.
What? Tell me.
Thanks for the chocolate.
ELECTRA: Good night.
ELECTRA: Forget something?
You be careful.
[Scattered noise, subway intercom]
[Passenger sings folk music]
[Tires screech]
INTERCOM: Stand back, away from the doors.
INTERCOM: Please keep back away from the doors.
[Computer beeps and dials]
INTERCOM: Please keep back away from the doors.
[Rock song plays on radio]
[Subway roars]
[Car revs and squeals]
[Car horns honk]
Iīm right here.
[Horns honking]
[Subway screeches to a halt]
Whatīs going on?
ELECTRA: Iīll move!
[Dogs barking]
RATH: I hate that music.
ELECTRA: Letīs go.
ELECTRA: Got it? ls it all there?
[Static and distortion sounds]
Whatīre you doing?
-Drive! -What?
Drive, fast!
RATH: I mean, fast!
Get off this street!
[Tires screech]
RATH: Stop!
Hit it!
Go!
[Violent explosion]
No money, no disk.
Whatīs so funny?
I wasnīt sure youīd come back so I switched the disks.
And all they have is file names.
-No, you didnīt. -Yes, I did.
And they got bubkes. Zero, zilch...
...zot, nix, nada, dry hump, squirt...
...diddley-squat.
I read a slang dictionary once.
Keep reading.
Contractor tried to kill you.
ELECTRA: Thatīs not good.
ELECTRA: Come here, Pearl.
I have caviar for you.
Come here!
Good girl.
"Caviar" is not a Russian word.
RATH: lkra. I think the word is ikra.
How do you know?
I had a Russian friend, Nicolai. He told me.
ELECTRA: Had a friend?
RATH: Yeah.
RATH: About 15 years ago he was taken.
He was killed?
[Gun clicks as loaded]
[Computer beeps]
Yes, Iīm still alive, you bastard.
RATH: Not this time.
Letīs see how valuable he thinks this is.
Three million?
Four?
RATH: More.
$20 fucking million?
Where do you suppose this person is right now?
A mile away?
1,000 miles from here?
Never thought about it till now.
You quit your job, you have thoughts you never had before.
Sounds like a mid-life crisis.
Youīre right.
Twenty million dollars.
Weīre partners?
Thatīs $10 million apiece.
8. The bank keeps 20%%.
I thought I was a thief.
Passport?
12. Where to?
To the bank.
[Bain howls]
[Classical guitar plays Spanish tune]
What happened to the hotel?
CABBIE: They had a fire years ago. Nobody had money to fix it.
-Wait here. -Okay.
ELECTRA: Keep the air on and watch my cat.
CABBIE: You got it.
ELECTRA: ls that our bank?
Where our money is?
Whatīs up there?
Heīll be.
[Crash as floor caves in]
RATH: Hug the wall.
ELECTRA: Careful.
RATH: Go light.
[Gun clicks as loaded]
ELECTRA: You okay?
RATH: Ten oīclock tomorrow morning, Iīm going in that bank.
Heīll be in the plaza somewhere, in the crowd.
When he sees me go in, heīll make his move up here.
Youīll be in the cafe over there.
Youīll see him when he goes inside.
Then we wait.
We wait.
Tomorrow will be a long day for him.
Heīll begin to doubt himself. Heīll think he missed me.
Heīll want to see whether Iīm still in the bank.
Then itīll be sunset...
...closing time.
Heīll get desperate...
...real desperate...
...but he must leave his rifle...
...inside.
Heīs right-handed.
He wonīt take a pistol because the doors have metal detectors...
...and heīll be nervous.
When heīs out of sight...
...you come get the rifle.
Heīll shoot you before you go in.
Heīll wait for the prime shot.
When I come out.
Heīll want to see my eyes.
[Gunshot]
[Flapping of birdsī wings]
Whyīre you so sure?
He loves history.
15 years ago...
...in this room...
...in this same window...
...I was here.
Oh, my God.
Your friend, Nicolai. He was taken.
You killed him.
[Classical guitar begins]
MERCHANT: Gracias. BAIN: ltīs fine.
[Memorial parade singing religious song]
Who is it?
WAITER: Room service.
I didnīt order room service.
ELECTRA: I did.
You should tell me these things.
Where should I put the tray?
Over hereīs fine.
Whatīs going on outside?
The Day of the Dead.
Whatīre the flowers for?
The families make a path from their homes to the cemetery...
...with the flower petals...
...so the souls of the dead can find their way home.
Thatīs nice.
Call me anytime for the tray.
Okay, gracias.
Gracias seōor.
Sounds great, huh? Can we go?
No, heīs here now. I know he is.
So weīre staying in the hotel.
The enemy of fun.
I got you a beer.
ELECTRA: Hey, Pearl. Come here.
[Singing continues]
Electra....
I wish I could explain to you why...
...I killed Nicolai.
At the time it was the right thing to do, but...
...Iīm sorry I did it.
Itīs something Iīve had to live with for 15 years.
I used to wish it would happen to me...
...and thatīd be my way out.
Permanently.
But not any more.
Not since I met you.
Electra?
[Ceremonial music continues]
-Comprende inglés? -No.
Too bad you donīt understand English.
I would like to tell you how wonderful this cemetery is. Itīs gorgeous.
I love cemeteries. I really do. I really do.
Youīre here, the next day youīre there. I put a lot of people down there.
A lot of people down there.
[Women giggle]
[All speak Spanish, women speak with a tone of surprise]
[Bell rings]
Jasmine.
[Electra gasps]
Jasmine.
[Laughing] ltīs all over the place.
[Silenced gunshot]
[Gun clicks as loaded]
I just killed your brother.
"Contract has been paid...
"...transferred to the specified account."
And her disk?
"Youīll be advised. Good-bye, Robert."
Good-bye.
Letīs get ready.
Donīt lose this.
Two-way?
They saw you coming. This is a piece of junk.
Tell me when he leaves the hotel, Iīll tell you when he leaves the bank.
-Whatīs this for? -Just in case.
No. I canīt shoot anybody.
I canīt.
You almost shot me.
I aimed at the lamp.
Aim at him.
Ever play cowboys and lndians?
-Sure. Everybody did. -And which were you?
An lndian.
-I was always an lndian. -Always the lndian.
Just pretend heīs a cowboy...
...and pull the trigger.
Then pretend he gets up after.
But you must pull the trigger.
Youīve got to.
I never depended on anyone in my life.
Iīm depending on you.
[Ambient street noise]
I donīt see him.
ELECTRA: Iīm looking all around the square.
RATH: Iīm in the bank.
RATH: Where do I go for transfers?
Oh, my God!
Heīs here.
ELECTRA: Heīs going to the hotel.
Heīs almost at the door.
Heīs going in. Heīs going in.
Thatīs what we wanted. Relax, try the decaf.
ELECTRA: He must be upstairs now. Should I stay or go in?
No. Stay? Wait, wait. Iīll just wait.
Itīs hot.
ELECTRA: Goddamn, itīs hot.
RATH: Iīd rather be out there than in here.
CLERK: May I help you?
RATH: Iīm expecting a transfer.
CLERK 2: Seōor, we have received your transfer.
Iīd like to close the account.
Today?
Close it today?
Right now.
-How would you like the funds? -American currency.
Would you please step right over there. Iīll be right back.
No problem.
Mr. Rath?
Youīre aware there may be a withdrawal fee.
Yes, I am.
This will take some time.
Iīve got all day.
Take care of him.
BANK OFFICER: Please, follow me. Right this way.
BANK OFFICER: You may sit right here.
Relax. Weīll get you some coffee.
What are you doing there?
Fuck!
[Bain breathes heavily]
RATH: Talk to me.
ELECTRA: No sign of him. Heīs just sitting up there, same as us.
RATH: I mean, talk to me. Tell me some of that weird stuff you know.
ELECTRA: Tell you weird stuff.
Like what?
RATH: Tell me ajoke.
May I?
Sure.
Tell me something to distract me.
Iīm not getting paid.
RATH: Be generous.
Once upon a time...
...there was a little sparrow...
...who, while flying south for the winter, froze solid...
ELECTRA: ...and fell to the ground.
To make matters worse, a cow crapped on him.
But the manure was warm and defrosted him.
So there he is, warm and happy to be alive and he starts to sing.
A cat comes along...
...and he clears off the manure and eats the little bird.
ELECTRA: The moral of the story is this:
Everyone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy...
...and everyone who gets you out of crap...
ELECTRA: ...is not necessarily your friend.
And if youīre warm and happy...
...no matter where you are, keep your big mouth shut.
[Rath giggles]
You like that?
ELECTRA: I think Iīm running out of stories.
RATH: Keep your eye on that building.
He must be getting impatient.
Heīll make his move soon.
Thanks for the stories.
[Bain mumbles in Spanish]
Sorry Iīve been taking up the table.
Thank you. Thank you.
[Bain gasps and mutters]
[Yelling] Fuck! Shit! Motherfucker!
Fuck! Shit!
BANK PRESIDENT: We have deducted our fee and are making a second count.
The funds will be available in a half hour.
I hope you are comfortable.
[Shallow gasps] No, no...no.
Oh, my God. Heīs coming.
ELECTRA: Heīs coming.
He waited longer than I did.
ELECTRA: Here he is.
Go.
-I have your property. -Be right there.
Where are you?
Iīm here in room 303.
[Bird squawks]
The rifle should be on the right.
If so, the gun is going to be right here.
Itīs not.
Whatīs happening?
Itīs not here.
Listen to me.
Get out now.
Damn it.
Forget the rifle. Get out.
RATH: Have you left?
Found it!
Damn hot day, isnīt it?
Scorcher.
I got it.
Tell me...
...how did you know?
Who the hell taught you?
History.
Nicolai.
15 years ago I walked into this bank just like you.
That makes you good...
...because I was the best.
Now you feel like a mark.
You think you were sold out.
Donīt know who to trust.
And you, anticuado?
Who do you trust?
BAIN: No one.
BAIN: Youīre alone. Same as me.
I donīt have it!
I donīt have the gun.
[Crash of floor caving in]
Why the sunglasses, kid?
Afraid Iīll see your eyes?
Just between you and me...
...Iīm nervous.
I have $16 million in there.
This is where we can change history.
Our history.
Iīm willing to give it to you...
...if youīll let me walk.
But...
...you wonīt do that.
No.
Excuse me, but...
...you are...
...pathetic.
You sound like a mark.
BAIN: What happened to you?
Nothing. I know where youīre going.
I tell you...
...that night in the taxi...
...I thought I was lucky just to be alive.
BAIN: Now...
...I think differently.
You were the lucky one.
Iīm a very, very lucky man.
No more chitchat.
Good luck.
Where are you? Talk to me.
ELECTRA: Can you hear me?
Fuck.
Everything is in order. Please, come with me.
[Electra screams]
BANK PRESIDENT: This is awkward. Itīs not really my affair...
...but I was told you would give us something in return.
Oh God, Iīm fucked. Iīm fucked.
Now...
...we are closed.
BAIN: Step outside.
Step outside...
...and Iīll set you free.
BANK OFFICIAL: Excuse me, sir, would you please sign this receipt?
BAIN: I got the sword...
...right here.
There is no shame.
BAIN: You wonīt feel a thing.
Thank you for your business.
Youīre welcome.
Here he is.
BAIN: Here he is.
Thank you.
Weīve got it.
We did it.
Come on.
BAIN: Step outside.
Weīre in.
RATH: You there?
RATH: Where are you?
You there?
Can you hear me?
Look up.
BAIN: I want to see your eyes, motherfucker.
BAIN: Look up.
Jasmine?
Howdy.
[Silenced gunshot, Bain groans]
[Wings flutter]
[Multiple gunshots]
[Thud, Bain screams]
[More silenced gunshots]
[Electra gasping]
RATH: Electra!
ELECTRA: [Yelling] Yes.
RATH: You have something of mine.
I need it now.
Shit!
BAIN: We got something for you here!
[Rapid gunfire, Rath gasps]
ELECTRA: What the fuck do I do with this?
BAIN: Two against one!
Is that your edge, Rath?
You didnīt take the mark! You took the bribe!
[Multiple silenced gunshots]
BAIN: [Yelling] Donīt worry!
Donīt worry, Iīll take her!
Heīs serious, Rath!
Even the odds!
BAIN: Are you scared, honey?
Iīm going to find you!
[Electra screams]
BAIN: I told you I was going to tear your heart out!
And I will!
I will!
I promise you that!
[Wings flutter]
[Silence]
[Bain yells, Electra gasps]
[Rapid gunfire]
[Bain wails]
[Thunderous smashing and crashing]
[More crashing]
RATH: Wait here.
I said, stay up there!
ELECTRA: Iīm not going to. The floor could give way!
RATH: Goddamn it, why donīt you listen to me?
MALE VOICE: Donīt move.
Throw it away.
Throw it away!
That was no way to talk to a lady.
Nicolai.
Itīs been a long time.
The years have been good to you.
Miguelito?
Never pictured him so young. A shame.
Second best, after all.
He killed you...
ELECTRA: ...15 years ago.
Yes, he did.
ELECTRA: I donīt understand.
Walking out of that bank was the worst moment of my life.
He always went for the heart.
Predictable.
RATH: 15 years.
For 15 goddamn years...
...you let me think Iīd killed you.
Son of a bitch.
Youīre forgetting you shot me. You son of a bitch.
RATH: Why?
Why did you set me up?
The Cold War was ending.
I needed to die...
...to leave no past behind.
You delivered me.
Youīre the mark?
You must be the contractor.
Iīm disappointed. You were to kill her.
NICOLAl: Youīre a thief.
A good one. 1320
I retired.
NICOLAl: You were so good.
I had to use both my best to track you down.
Thereīs something on that disk that would bring you to life?
NICOLAl: Enough information to expose us all.
NICOLAl: Especially me.
Canīt you kiss and make up?
NICOLAl: This is sad for me, Robert.
Sentimental, but...
...I did not want to find you alive.
NICOLAl: First things first.
[Multiple silenced gunshots]
Donīt do this.
Sheīs right.
RATH: She always is.
Female intuition.
Where are you going?
BAIN: To finish something...
...you didnīt finish years ago.
What?
[Silenced gunshot]
Just to make sure.
Take it.
Are you going to kill me?
RATH: I never wanted to kill you at all.
BAIN: Help me up.
Will you?
Donīt even breathe hard.
You want to die?
Help me up.
Thank you.
Now what?
Iīm finished.
What do you mean?
The history stops here.
No more.
Iīm gone.
I quit.
That would make me number one.
Number one.
I can live with that...
...can you?
BAIN: Absolutamente, compaōero.
Then live with it, Miguel.
Live with it.
BAIN: It was very nice meeting you...
...Robert Rath.
It was very dangerous meeting you, Miguel Bain.
[Bain giggles]
BAIN: You know...
...as long as youīre out there...
...Iīll never be number one.
BAIN: Say good-bye...
...Bobby.
ELECTRA: No good-byes.
Good-bye, Miguel.
[Silenced gunshots]
Thank you.
Wait a minute.
ELECTRA: Youīd better keep the disk, Robert.
RATH: My real name is Joseph.
ELECTRA: Iīm Anna. Nice to meet you, Joseph.
ELECTRA: So, Joseph, letīs go get Pearl a boyfriend.
RATH: Sure. And after that, if you donīt mind, Iīd like to go to the hospital.
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