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Jarod's lair / Miss Parker's office
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Miss Parker |
I swear to God, I’m starting to lose my mind. It’s bad enough that we have missed Jarod with all the close calls that we’ve had but we’re not even showing up in the right cities anymore. |
Broots |
Well, we’ll get back on track Miss Parker. We’re just in… in a slump. |
Miss Parker |
This is the Centre Broots. We don’t have slumps. What? |
Jarod |
Well, well, well. Long time, no see. And how is life treating you? |
Miss Parker |
Like you caught me in bed with his wife. What do you want Jarod? |
Jarod |
Why is Mr Lyle tailing me? |
Miss Parker |
Mr Lyle? |
Jarod |
Yes. He chased me through Albuquerque and Santa Fe. Although, I don’t see much hitchhiking in his future. |
Sydney |
Hitchhiking? |
Jarod |
Somebody cut off one of his thumbs. |
Miss Parker |
Jarod? I think you should tell us where you are, we can protect you from him. |
Jarod |
Although I really do appreciate your concern, I’ve gotten sort of used to taking care of myself. Well, I really gotta go; I’m late for work. Ciao! |
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A warehouse - Staten Island - New-York
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Cop |
Hey Joey, who’s this? |
Joey |
He’s the new guy. So are we set? Larry? |
Cop |
My money? |
Joey |
Bobby? It’s a beautiful thing huh? |
Cop |
Plates will be here in three days. Take it easy. |
Joey |
Woah, woah, woah, woah. |
Cop |
What’s this? |
Joey |
Hey. It’s like a round peg in a square hole. You just don’t fit. |
Jarod |
Hey, Joey. A corpse means cops. |
Larry |
Yeah, and a live witness means trouble. Sorry. |
Cop |
I came through with the counterfeit plates, I got what you wanted. |
Bobby |
C’mon, shoot him. It’s freezing in here. |
Jarod |
Joey. This ain’t smart. |
Joey |
You know, he’s right. You do it. C’mon man, show me what you got. Do it. Do it. |
Bobby |
Or I punch your ticket. |
Joey |
They don’t call him Bobby Two Guns for nothing. |
Cop |
This ain’t right Joey. |
Jarod |
Alright, Alright. But at least let me take him out to the docks. |
Joey |
No No No No. Do it here. |
Bobby |
C’mon Chicago Boy. |
Cop |
Joey, I got kids. |
Bobby |
Say a prayer for ’em. |
Cop |
I got a family Joey, I mean come on. No don’t! |
Joey |
Shoot him! Do it! Do it! Do it! |
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The JAX
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Joey |
Breakfast? |
Larry |
Yeah, let’s get outta here. It stinks. Hey, quite the marksman there sport. The guy’s a natural born killer. |
Bobby |
Nice shot. |
Joey |
Jarod. |
Jarod |
What’s up? |
Joey |
Faye, how’d we do last night? |
Faye |
I don’t know Joey, Only about 900 and change. |
Joey |
What? |
Faye |
It rained. |
Joey |
All right Bobby, make sure this gets there by ten o’clock, I don’t want another phone call. |
Faye |
I gotta pay the rent. |
Joey |
So pay it. Hey hey, come here babe. Hey, let’s talk in my office. |
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Jarod |
I love what you’ve done with the place. |
Joey |
Feds can’t pick up a conversation because of the frost. |
Jarod |
Look, if this is about what happened yesterday – you caught me off guard. It will never happen again. |
Joey |
That was just a test. Now you know, you’re definitely not making full use of all your talents. In fact, Tony says you’re the best print man he’s ever seen. A “real artist†he says. |
Jarod |
Well you know, you print a man a million dollars – he’ll say anything. |
Joey |
So show me. |
Jarod |
Excuse me? |
Joey |
C’mon let’s see what you got. |
Jarod |
Which one’s real? |
Joey |
They’re both real. |
Jarod |
Guess I’m an artist. |
Joey |
Did you really think, I wouldn’t find out who you are? Huh? |
Jarod |
What the hell you talking about? |
Joey |
Tell me again, once again – what happened in Chicago? |
Jarod |
I told you, I was a print man for Tony T. |
Joey |
Yeah? What’s this? Look at this. Jarod Puzo, outstanding convictions for arson, extortion, fraud, outstanding warrants. You want me to continue? |
Jarod |
All right, all right, all right. I jumped bail. I wanted to lay low for a little while. Last thing I needed was some punk making his bones by rattin’ me out. |
Joey |
Okay. A few months back, a couple of feds infiltrated our organization. |
Jarod |
Well, that’s no good. |
Joey |
Yeah, yeah. A friend of mine says they could subpoena everybody. |
Jarod |
Well if you will remember, all that occurred before I got here. |
Joey |
Yeah. Well, you got an answer to everything, don’t you? No more secrets all right… artist? |
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The Centre - Mr Parker's office
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Miss Parker |
Your secretary said it was urgent. |
Mr Parker |
I got this surveillance tape off the satellite feed from our Hartford office. |
Miss Parker |
Oh, my god. Do you know the shooter? |
Lyle on screen |
Follow me. |
Mr Parker |
I think we both do. |
Miss Parker |
Mr Lyle. Jarod contacted us. He said Lyle’s been dogging him. |
Mr Parker |
Last report was he was dealing with the Japanese Yakuza. Ah. Definitely Yakuza. |
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Flashback |
Miss Parker |
The Yakuza punish by taking the little finger of the offending party. |
Lyle |
What’s a guy got to do to lose a thumb? |
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End of flashback |
Mr Parker |
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer fella. Question is, now what’s the bastard up to? |
Miss Parker |
Lyle knows all the Centre offices are monitored. |
Mr Parker |
He disabled the primary, these shots are from the backup units. Well, we know all our people there are dead… including the executive administrator, Mr Strum. |
Miss Parker |
Lyle. |
Mr Parker |
I want you to go to Hartford, clean up the mess. |
Miss Parker |
I’m not a cleaner anymore. My job is to find Jarod. |
Mr Parker |
You said Lyle was after Jarod. It makes this your job. Somebody has to find out what else he was after. Huh? This is a… very delicate situation. You’re the only person I can trust. |
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Jarod's lair
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TV footage |
Anchor |
Undercover Agent Dean Clark was arraigned today in the killing of federal officer Lester Knight. A reporter caught up with Sean Flanagan, the U.S. prosecutor who’s trying the case. |
Reporter |
Is it the department’s contentions that Dean Clark killed undercover agent Knight? |
Sean Flanagan |
Agent Clark has been charged with homicide in connection with the death of a fellow agent while both were working undercover for the Melino crime family. That’s all this department has to say at this time. |
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The Manhattan Detention Complex - New York City
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Dean Clark |
He’s the reason I joined RICO. I would never do anything to disgrace him. |
Jarod |
You said you were drinking with an associate of Joey Melino’s the evening that Les Knight was murdered. |
Dean Clark |
Yeah, Bobby Two Guns. Melino’s second in command. They call him Two Guns ’cause he carries these matching .38s. I told my lawyer this. Don’t you guys in the public defender’s office talk to each other? |
Jarod |
So you were with this Bobby on the night Agent Knight was murdered? |
Dean Clark |
My assignment undercover was to tail Two Guns. He was hanging out at Faye’s restaurant and challenged me to go head-to-head with a bottle of gin. So I started drinking… BS-ing… I get a call from Agent Knight. He says someone is feeding RICO information to Melino. |
Jarod |
Did he say who? |
Dean Clark |
No. He said to watch my back and meet him in the morning. |
Jarod |
The same morning Agent Knight was found suffocated in a dry cleaner’s bag? The same dry cleaners that you use? |
Dean Clark |
I was set up. Bobby and I polished off a quart of gin. I don’t even remember leaving Faye’s. There’s no way I could have driven over the bridge to Agent Knight’s, kill him, and then drive back home without running my car into a pole. I’m telling you I was set up. |
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The JAX
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Joey |
The counterfeit plates are coming in from Costa Rica. Two sizes, twenties and hundreds. They might need some work, you’re an artist. |
Jarod |
I’m gonna need the right materials. |
Joey |
You know the suppliers? |
Jarod |
Of course. But it’s gonna cost. |
Joey |
Hey, don’t worry about that. If this deal goes down. Everybody’s gonna get fat. |
Man |
Hey Joey, you got a call! |
Joey |
Who is it? |
Man |
I dunno, you want me to ask? |
Joey |
Nah, just gimme the phone. |
Bobby |
Hey Faye, get me a Gibson. I’ll be right back. |
Jarod |
Is that Waikiki? |
Faye |
Yeah. Yeah, you can see Diamond Head in the background. |
Jarod |
I hear it’s beautiful. |
Faye |
Supposed to go for my honeymoon. Got put off. |
Jarod |
So Faye… what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? |
Faye |
I can’t afford to move to Hawaii. |
Jarod |
Seriously, why don’t you just sell this place and go? |
Faye |
Joey. He sucked this place dry. I got no equity. |
Jarod |
How’d you link up with a guy like Joey? |
Faye |
My husband died and left me the restaurant. I tried to make a go of it, and ran into some money trouble. Joey said he could help. Ooh, big mistake. |
Bobby |
Hey Faye! Let’s go! |
Faye |
You’re the one who should get away from him while you still can. |
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The Centre's Satellite office - Hartford
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Broots |
What happens to them? |
Miss Parker |
Nothing. They don’t exist anymore. |
Sydney |
Been a while since you worked as a cleaner, Miss Parker. I’m surprised. |
Miss Parker |
My father has his reasons. |
Broots |
What are we looking for? |
Miss Parker |
Anything that looks out of place or missing. Lyle wouldn’t pull off a hit like this unless it was important. There’s got to be something around here. What is this? |
Broots |
Oh, it’s an E-prong chip. Most likely tied to the panel of the blue box. |
Miss Parker |
Blue Box? |
Broots |
Each Centre office has a dedicated hardware system from the mainframe called the Blue Box. A chip like this couldn’t just fall off. Blue Boxes are sealed shut. |
Sydney |
Like this? |
Broots |
Um… yeah, that, that would be it. |
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The JAX
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Joey |
What’s up? |
Jarod |
Friend of a friend tells me that ten pallets of raw currency paper are being stored in a warehouse in Brooklyn for one night. Tonight. |
Joey |
Wow. You wanna rip off the Treasury Department? |
Jarod |
We use Uncle Sam’s paper. No one but no one will be able to tell our bills from the real deal. Hey, Picasso, he didn’t paint on toilet paper, did he? Trust me. Did I say something funny? |
Joey |
“Trust me.” That’s the last thing that Lester Knight said to me. Standing right where you’re at. |
Jarod |
You snuffed that RICO Cop here? |
Joey |
We locked him right where you’re standing. I thought he would freeze to death, but he suffocated first. I lost 50 bucks to Two Guns on that bet. But hey, dead is dead, right? |
Jarod |
I thought he had a dry cleaning bag wrapped around his head. |
Joey |
I did that. To frame that other RICO Cop. I’m an artist too, you know? All right, Picasso. Set it up. |
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The Federal Depository - Brooklyn
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Bobby |
Gee, we got enough paper to print a billion bucks. |
Larry |
Hey way to go Picasso. |
Joey |
Yeah Baby! |
Jarod |
Security Shifts change in 20, let’s move. |
Joey |
Yeah, all right. We gotta go. The cops are coming. |
Jarod |
Wait, how do you know this? |
Bobby |
Trust me, he knows! Come on let’s move it! Now come on! |
Joey |
Come on. Get outta here! |
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Cop |
Hands up! Get ’em where I can see ’em! |
Cop 2 |
Federal agents, you’re under arrest! |
Cop |
Hold it right there! |
Cop 3 |
Get on the ground! |
Cop 4 |
Get out of the truck! |
Cop |
Get on the ground! |
Jarod |
Get your hands off me! |
Cop |
They’re takin’ Bobby downtown. |
Jarod |
Did you have to get me in the nose? |
Cop |
At least you didn’t have to take a bullet. Vest or no vest, I’m gonna smell like cat food for at least a month. |
Jarod |
How long did you have to stay in that fish bath? |
Cop |
Let’s just say the dry cleaners don’t want my business anymore. |
Jarod |
No, no, no, leave them on. The more bruises, the less questions they’re gonna ask. |
Cop |
Jarod, we put a lot of pressure on people in Chicago to vouch for you. Now, if you think Joey’s getting wise, I’ll pull you out right now. |
Cop |
We don’t want to lose another undercover agent. |
Jarod |
No, I’m too close to bail out now. |
Cop |
So why’d you set up this phony bust? |
Jarod |
Melino seems to know everything before we do. I’m looking for a leak. |
Cop |
And? |
Jarod |
And he gets a phone call. And he takes off before you guys get there. |
Cop |
Could be a coincidence. |
Jarod |
No. There’s a rat on this ship. And it’s a big one. |
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Deposit Room - Brooklyn
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Cop |
Look. This wasn’t a rag merchant you morons boosted. It was the U.S. Treasury Department. |
Bobby |
I told you already. We were going to meet some friends, and we went to the wrong warehouse. |
Cop |
Hey, Flanagan, we got a couple of wise guys playing brain dead. |
Flanagan |
How can you tell? |
Jarod |
Now who looks stupid? Us, or the guys who lost two undercover cops? |
Cop |
You guys know what you’re looking at? Hmm? Twenty years. |
Jarod |
Funny. That’s what Dean Clark is looking at. Must have been a real disappointment for you fellas. |
Flanagan |
You know what gets me up in the morning? The chance of putting Joey Melino away forever. So you guys can wisecrack all you want, this time I win. |
Jarod |
The game’s not over yet. |
Flanagan |
You can’t be serious. Melino’s lawyer is in Judge Drake’s chambers. Apparently somebody forgot to read these gentlemen their rights. |
Cop |
What? |
Bobby |
Whoops. |
Flanagan |
Cut ’em loose. |
Cop |
Cut ’em loose? |
Flanagan |
You heard me. |
Jarod |
Looks like this time, you lose. |
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The Centre's Satellite office - Hartford
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Broots |
Well, I ran a diagnostic. There’s definitely a circuit chip missing. |
Sydney |
But isn’t there any way of determining what sort of information was stored on it? |
Broots |
Uh, it’s impossible to know what was on it, and more specifically, what’s not. |
Miss Parker |
Nothing’s impossible. Keep looking. |
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The JAX
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Joey |
So what happened, at the warehouse? |
Jarod |
The friend of a friend, who set it up. Turns out he had a parole violation. So he was playing both ends against the middle so he wouldn’t have to go back to stir. Look, I know things didn’t turn out 100%, but we’ve got enough paper to make the score. |
Joey |
And the friend of a friend? |
Jarod |
Let’s just say that he won’t be talking to anyone anymore. And I’m mailing his wife a little present. |
Larry |
Is that a tongue? |
Jarod |
Look, the paper we got. It’s good. So everything is gonna be okay. |
Joey |
I’m counting on it. |
Jarod |
Uh Bobby? |
Bobby |
Yeah? |
Jarod |
I got you something too. |
Bobby |
What? The guy’s brains? |
Jarod |
Something better. A little congrats for getting out of jail. That is your drink right? |
Bobby |
Can you believe this guy? Thanks. |
Jarod |
Don’t mention it. |
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The Centre - Mr Parker's office
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Mr Parker |
All of the panels in all of the blue boxes, contain sensitive information. It could jeopardize the operations if they fall into the wrong hands. |
Miss Parker |
Lyle obviously knew that he could get a price for one of these panels. Set himself up, make a move back into the Centre. |
Mr Parker |
That’s why this time he has to be dealt with with finality. The situation has to be cleaned. But has to be played close to the vest. |
Miss Parker |
You want me to set it up?…. Daddy, I’m not an assassin. |
Mr Parker |
I’m sure you’ll do the right thing. It’s taken a lot of manoeuvring to rebuild my position here. And Mr Lyle’s appearance makes me look, inefficient. |
Miss Parker |
Daddy. |
Mr Parker |
Angel. It’s about us protecting each other. You don’t protect me, I can’t protect you. |
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The JAX
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Bobby |
I’m goin’ home and finish my present. I’ll see you in the morning. |
Jarod |
Later. |
Bobby |
Hey Nicky, give me a ride home, will ya? |
Faye |
Can I get you something else? |
Jarod |
I’ll have a vodka rocks – if you’ll join me. |
Faye |
Twist my arm. |
Jarod |
Let me get it. |
Faye |
No no, not that. Joey waters it down. I keep the good stuff back in the freezer. |
Jarod |
Woah woah woah, wait a minute. Uh, no, thank you. I will pass. I don’t wanna drink anything that comes from a place where… you know, a Cop died. |
Faye |
What are you talking about? |
Jarod |
Joey told me how they whacked that RICO Cop in the deep-freeze. |
Faye |
Oh my God. |
Jarod |
You didn’t know? |
Faye |
That was the night Joey had me shut the place down early. I-I just thought… I had no idea they killed someone. |
Jarod |
What about Dean Clark? You know that undercover Cop that was charged with the murder of Les Knight? Was he here that night? |
Faye |
He was in the bar. He was drinking gin with Bobby. Hell, he was so hammered, they had to carry him out of here. |
Jarod |
You okay? |
Faye |
I’m just pulling my head out of the sand. One Cop is dead, an innocent one is gonna be executed for it. Hell, how did I get here? And how do I get out? |
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Jarod's lair
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Jarod |
Central Records, please. Yes this is officer 557E. I’d like to get a copy of all requests made in the last two days for a rap sheet on one Jarod Puzo. Yes I’ll hold. Who? Thank you. That’s all the information I need. |
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The JAX
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Faye |
You can’t take it all, I need change for the customers. |
Joey |
Keep talking, Faye. Your head will wind up on the wall next to your Hawaiian shot. |
Faye |
Geez, I don’t believe this! |
Joey |
What did you say? |
Jarod |
Hey Joey, Joey!. The customers. You want the money to keep coming in this place now don’t you? |
Joey |
Where’s Bobby? |
Jarod |
He ain’t comin’ in today. He’s married to the toilet. Something he drank. |
Joey |
Lush. And I’m supposed to be across town. |
Jarod |
I could make the delivery for ya. You don’t want to be late with the gift. |
Joey |
All right. Just make sure you’re there by ten o’clock. |
Jarod |
Not a problem. |
Joey |
I don’t wanna get a phone call. |
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A dark street
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Jarod |
Evening, Mr Flanagan. |
Flanagan |
Where’s Bobby? |
Jarod |
Plumbing problems. |
Flanagan |
You’re the wiseass from the interview room. |
Jarod |
First impressions can be so misguided. |
Flanagan |
You tell Joey, if he wants our arrangement to continue, I’m gonna need more money. There are people who have to be paid. |
Jarod |
I understand. |
Flanagan |
Good. Just make sure you do. |
Jarod |
No doubt about it. |
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The Centre - Sydney's office
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Miss Parker |
And make sure that Broots stays focused on finding Jarod. You know how he is. Living proof of what happens when ADD goes undiagnosed. |
Sydney |
What did he ask you to do? |
Miss Parker |
I tell Broots what to do. |
Sydney |
Your father? |
Miss Parker |
It doesn’t matter. |
Sydney |
I don’t believe you Parker. Lyle shows up, and suddenly you’re a cleaner again for one job. What did your father ask you to do? |
Miss Parker |
He wants me to handle the situation. |
Sydney |
To kill him? |
Miss Parker |
Lyle has coming whatever he has coming. |
Sydney |
You sound like you actually believe it. |
Miss Parker |
I do. What? Oh. What’s the name of it? Lyle’s been located at a hotel in Providence. |
Sydney |
What are you going to do about it, Parker? |
Miss Parker |
I’m going to handle the situation. |
Sydney |
And then? |
Miss Parker |
And then I’m going to go home and I’m going to sleep like a baby. |
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A chess parc
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Eugene Clark |
Check. Mate. I warned you. Ha ha. That seat’s taken. |
Jarod |
Eugene Clark. |
Eugene Clark |
Maybe. |
Jarod |
I’m a friend of Dean’s. |
Eugene Clark |
You’re a wiseguy. And you got some nerve coming here like this. |
Jarod |
I think it’s against the law to hit a federal agent. |
Eugene Clark |
Federal Agent? You worked with Dean? |
Jarod |
No. But I know he respects you. And would never do anything to hurt you. Look, I’m not a father. But I am a son, and I know the feelings that a son has, wanting to grow up like his father. Wanting to make him proud. |
Eugene Clark |
I used to think that was Dean. For the last three months, I’ve been racking my brain wondering where I went wrong. |
Jarod |
You did the best you could. |
Eugene Clark |
I gotta go. |
Jarod |
Mr Clark. Dean is a good Cop. Don’t give up on him. |
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Miss Parker's car
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Flashback |
Miss Parker |
Lyle’s been located at a hotel in Providence. |
Sydney |
What are you going to do about it, Parker? |
Mr Parker |
This time he has to be dealt with with finality. |
Sydney |
What are you going to do about it? |
Miss Parker |
I’m not an assassin. |
Mr Parker |
This time he needs to be dealt with with finality. With finality. Finality. |
Sydney |
What are you going to do about it? |
Miss Parker |
I’m not an assassin. |
Mr Parker |
I’m sure you’ll do the right thing. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing. |
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A hotel in Providence - Rhode Island
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Miss Parker (on phone)
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Yes? |
Lyle (on phone)
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So close, and yet, so far. That’s become somewhat of an anthem for you, hasn’t it? |
Miss Parker |
Mr Lyle. |
Lyle |
Don’t be disappointed Miss Parker. If you can’t catch Jarod, what chance did you think you had with me? |
Miss Parker |
You sound like you’re catching a cold, it must be dark and wet where you are. |
Lyle |
A temporary condition. |
Miss Parker |
We want the computer chip. |
Lyle |
I can’t do that. Not if I want to keep the rest of my appendages. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a rendezvous with a very anxious buyer. 20 million dollars Miss Parker. God bless the American dream. |
Miss Parker |
You left something behind. |
Message |
You have reached Hillman Marine. At the present, no one is available to take your call. Our normal business hours are from – |
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Broots (on phone)
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Broots. |
Miss Parker (on phone)
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Have you ever heard of a place called Hillman? |
Broots |
Oh, yeah, it’s in Connecticut. It’s where the Centre’s data backup warehouse is located. |
Miss Parker |
The what? |
Broots |
Uh, every Friday night at 11:59 pm all the Centre mainframes from across the country do this mass computer backup into this giant system from their blue boxes… Blue boxes… Do you think Lyle is trying to infiltrate the warehouse? |
Miss Parker |
Can you think of a reason why he would? |
Broots |
That’s how he could decrypt it. |
Miss Parker |
What are you talking about? |
Broots |
The semiconductor panel he stole is encrypted. The code’s impossible to break, but if he were able, to input this panel into the warehouse mainframe at 11:59 pm on F- tonight! Tonight when the backup occurs, it will automatically decrypt whatever information is on it. |
Miss Parker |
Which is how he gets 20 million for it. |
Broots |
20 million? Man, crime does pay. |
Miss Parker |
Alright, listen, is it located on a river, a lake, the ocean, something like that? |
Broots |
A river, yeah. |
Miss Parker |
He rented a boat. He does his business. He runs out to the pier. He escapes in a boat. |
Broots |
Unless? |
Miss Parker |
Unless I make sure he doesn’t. |
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The JAX
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Jarod |
Plates came in. They’re being delivered this afternoon. |
Joey |
Excellent. Have them sent here. |
Jarod |
Here? |
Joey |
Yeah. What, nobody’s gonna be surprised when we shut this dump down. We’ll print the money here, and we’ll torch the place. |
Jarod |
What about Faye? |
Joey |
We can’t leave any witnesses can we? |
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Hillman Marine
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Miss Parker |
Midnight stroll? |
Lyle |
How’d you find me? |
Miss Parker |
I hit redial. |
Lyle |
It is always the simplest thing, isn’t it? |
Miss Parker |
The chip. |
Lyle |
You know, 20 million dollars split two ways is… apparently out of the question. |
Miss Parker |
Why follow Jarod if this is what you wanted? |
Lyle |
That was to pay off a debt. Jarod is to… win friends, and influence people. I bring him back and all is forgiven. |
Miss Parker |
The Centre welcome mat’s been yanked for you, cowboy. |
Lyle |
We’ll see. So they sent you to clean up. You really gonna kill me? |
Miss Parker |
That’s up to you. |
Lyle |
Then why are you still talking about it? Not as easy as it looks, is it? You know why you don’t want to kill me? Because you are me. It’s a natural desire for people like us to dominate and define. |
Miss Parker |
You and I have nothing in common. |
Lyle |
We… We both recognise that this notion of human equality just perpetuates mediocrity. But we’re not mediocre, are we Miss Parker? We’re independent. And independence, it’s a privilege of the strong. Tell me Miss Parker, how strong are you? |
Miss Parker |
Strong enough. |
Lyle |
How strong are you? |
Miss Parker |
Test me. |
Lyle |
Nice working with you. |
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The JAX
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Flanagan |
Yeah? |
Faye |
Mr Flanagan? I own a restaurant called Jax. |
Flanagan |
How did you get this number? |
Faye |
Some friends of yours are over there now, setting you up to take a big fall. I hope you remember this call if I need help in the future. |
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Joey |
Yeah? |
Faye |
There were some new cops hanging around the bar. I overheard one of them say Flanagan was gonna set you up for a big fall tonight. I thought you ought to know. |
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Joey |
What the hell is this? |
Bobby |
Ahhh! |
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Jarod |
Turn around slowly and put your piece on the pool table. So, what the hell is Martinizing? And why do you gotta pay extra for it anyways? |
Flanagan |
What is this? |
Jarod |
I just thought you’d like to see how Les Knight looked, after you had Joey kill him. |
Flanagan |
Who are you? |
Jarod |
Turn around and walk. Get in there. |
Joey |
Hey! Hey! You’re a dead man, Jarod! You hear me? You’re dead! |
Jarod |
Oh, you need to chill out. Looks a little cramped in there. Imagine how Dean Clark must feel in his cell. |
Joey |
You’re RICO. Did you know about this? |
Flanagan |
What do you think? |
Jarod |
Well, the truth is I’m not really a cop, or a mobster. It’s sort of complicated. Now each of you is responsible for the murder of Les Knight. So I thought it would be really neat if you felt like he felt. |
Joey |
Listen, Jarod. It wasn’t my idea to bump off that… |
Flanagan |
Shut up Joey! Shut up! |
Joey |
Les Knight found out about Flanagan, and Flanagan bumped him off. |
Flanagan |
Yeah, and you dumped the body, and then you framed Dean Clark. |
Joey |
Listen, Jarod. I’ll give you anything you want. |
Jarod |
Actually, you’ve just given me everything I need. |
Joey |
Jarod, please, you just… you can’t leave me in here to die. |
Jarod |
It doesn’t really matter if you freeze or you suffocate. Like you say Joey, dead is dead. |
Bobby |
Hey, let us out! |
Joey |
Jarod, no! You’re dead! |
Flanagan |
Open this door! |
Joey |
Jarod don’t do it! You’re dead! I don’t wanna suffocate in here. No, Jarod, please! Please, no no! |
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Hillman Marine
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Sam |
It’s a real mess Miss Parker. No head, one of his arms, both his legs are missing. I’m guessing he got chewed up by a prop of a rather large boat. But it’s him. Thumbs give it away. |
Sydney |
Mr Lyle. He pulled a gun on you. He made the choice for you. |
Miss Parker |
I’ll see you later. |
Sydney |
Miss Parker, will you be all right? |
Miss Parker |
I’m just tired, Syd. I’m gonna go home to bed, and I have a feeling I am gonna sleep like a baby. |
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The Centre
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Broots |
I uh… I downloaded what was on that semiconductor chip before Raines had it confiscated. It contained codes. |
Miss Parker |
It’s a computer chip, Broots. |
Broots |
No, no, no. I don’t think you understand. It contained genetic codes. |
Miss Parker |
Genetic codes. |
Broots |
Yeah. |
Miss Parker |
For what? |
Broots |
I think the appropriate question would be "For whom?" |
Miss Parker |
And? |
Broots |
I’m not a geneticist. I just can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with Jarod. |
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The Centre - Mr Parker's office
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Mr Parker |
Ah, how’s my Angel? |
Miss Parker |
There were genetic codes on that stolen panel. |
Mr Parker |
Oh, don’t worry about that. That’s not important. |
Miss Parker |
Important enough to have me kill a man. |
Mr Parker |
Why, he’s the enemy. You did the right thing. |
Miss Parker |
For who? |
Mr Parker |
Oh smell that clean air. Boy, you can’t have too much of that in this life. Get some rest Angel, you look like hell. It’s a joke. |
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The JAX
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Jarod |
After you testify in court and all this blows over, send me a postcard from Hawaii. |
Faye |
Hawaii? I don’t even have enough money to get me to Jersey. |
Jarod |
You do now. |
Faye |
Where did this come from? |
Jarod |
Joey’s private account. All the money he took from you. Plus interest. |
Faye |
Oh. Who are you really? |
Jarod |
An artist. |