Señor, excuse me...
¿Dónde está la... The Blue Fox?
Hey, hey, man!
The Blue Fox?
- ¿Qué pasa? - Lighten up!
Have a cerveza, punk!
Guillermo.
Christian! Aah!
Hmm?
Green card.
Don't leave Mexico without it.
Jesus, Christian.
Listen to me.
Just tell me where it is.
I don't have it.
Come on! Come on, shithead!
Aah!
Turn around.
Just turn around, honey.
Come on, let me see your face.
Turn around.
Dagnab it.
Kama Sutra, for crying out loud.
Vanilla ice cream, mocha, strawberry,
chocolate, grape, pistachio...
300 feet.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yes, yes!
Yeah, yeah, yes...
What the...
Mr. Pietrowski, what the hell are you doing?
I followed you.
Well, that's myjob.
I want to see.
No, you don't.
I want to see!
I don't think you do.
She's in there! My wife's in there!
Let go of my camera!
Mr. Pietrowski!
Damn it.
Now, don't knock over the checkerboard yet.
Appearances can be deceiving.
Right now it looks like your wife is probably
in there screwing another man,
but what I see is a very lonely woman
making a desperate plea,
calling out, "Help, I'm lost, I'm confused,
I want my husband to notice me."
Okay, okay, maybe a talking-to,
maybe a little time, a little counseling...
I'm gonna kill him!
Mr. Pietrow...
I'm gonna kill him!
Get your ass out of the bed, you bastard!
Come back here. Get your ass over here.
Hey!
Don't beat your wife!
Right!
You big ape!
Aah!
Since you're paying me, why don't you...
I'm a private investigator. That man is my client.
I've got to haul everybody in.
Come on, man, take my statement right here.
Call my friend lieutenant Jeff Carruthers,
Hollywood division homicide.
We called your friend. Well, there you go.
Look, I can't let you walk.
The big guy there wants to press assault charges.
The fuck! I'm the assaultee here.
That man is my client.
I'm doing routine surveillance
on that woman up there.
That guy owns that apartment.
They're doin' it.
That moose shows up, goes ballistic. Blah, blah, blah...
There you have it. Can I go now?
Carruthers... Hollywood division.
It's an assault charge. I know. I'll take it.
What'd I say?
Blah, blah, blah, and there you have it.
Two sugars, extra light. What color is that?
Get your stuff, will ya?
Gray. come on. You're drunk.
Excuse me. What shade of gray?
Darker than battleship gray, but lighter than charcoal.
Exactly. Coffee ain't gray, Jeff.
That's only done with non-fat milk.
Thanks, officer.
Since when are you worried about calories,
for crying out loud!
There's more fucking calories in a breath mint! Jesus!
I'll give you a ride home.
I'm not leaving my beautiful American car out here all night!
Well, I'm sorry, I can't clear the freeway
so you can pour yourself home!
I've got better things to do anyway!
Gracias! Adiós! Kiss my...
You son of a buck.
Mom, dad...
I'm home.
Too bad, Ryder, you just missed last call.
Where's Guillermo? Give me a bacon cheeseburger.
Can I have my keys back, dad?
You want fries with that? Yeah.
Go kill yourself.
Ricardo, bacon cheese with fries.
Hey, Ricardo, ¿como está Carmen?
Está muerta, man. She died.
Who's Carmen? Who died?
The love of his life.
Her block is cracked.
Too much money for me.
Karmann ghia.
You want anything?
Give me a double Jose Cuervo, up.
I meant food.
Okay, then give me a beer.
Hey, lieutenant,
how are you gettin' on with my wife?
Got to first base yet?
Slide into second?
Grand slam... Bases loaded...
How's your bat?
I mean, have you fucked her yet?
Ryder! You can take that foul mouth
right out of here.
She's not your wife.
Charge!
Well, I ain't signed no divorce papers yet,
so, according to the law of this great state,
she's still my wife.
You're together or you're not together,
and you're not together.
I don't give a damn what the courts say.
Jeff.
The law says we're together,
and you should know about the law, fuzzball.
I'm taking him home
before you two lose it again.
Roll 'em back.
Man, it ain't my night.
Ain't my game, to tell you the truth.
Guillermo's the wizard.
Where the hell is Guillermo, anyway?
He's probably down at the El sombrero.
I ain't going down to that neck of the forest
and get my ass carved.
He's in Tijuana, according to this postmark.
Coffee, Jeff?
No, I'm out of here.
Cool stamp.
Hey, lieutenant, why don't you get a real girlfriend
instead of one who's already got a husband?
You're not my husband, you're my jerk.
Hear that, Jeff? I'm her jerk, not her ex-jerk.
I'm her current jerk. I'm still her jerk.
Want me to wait for you? No, that's okay.
I've got to go to the accountant in the morning.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
We can work on it together,
restore it to its old...
Here, just lean on me.
'cause I like all them raw eggs.
All right.
'Cause I don't want to take out them raw eggs.
We're almost there.
Just lean up against this.
Stay right there.
Don't throw that cigarette there!
Come on, Ryder, don't.
Put the jukebox on...
Raw eggs... Ohh...
It's not that simple, Ryder.
Hell, it ain't.
Come on.
What happened to the maid service?
You know what we could do?
We could go back to Las Cruces.
I don't want to go back to Las Cruces.
Get that little pottery store
on hickory street where we met.
Right before we met...
That was a long time ago.
Yeah, but we had fun.
Yes, we did.
We should have had a kid.
Ryder.
I think...
It would have changed it, just changed it.
No, it wouldn't.
I didn't give us a chance.
We did everything humanly possible
that a couple could do, Ryder.
Let's have a kid.Yeah.
The only thing missing in this picture is a crib.
I promised your dad a grandson.
I promised I'd give him a grandson.
How far down do you have to go
before you give yourself a break?
Well, I'll know when I get there.
You're already there.
You've been there a long time.
You just don't want to come back.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm just so sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
It shouldn't have been me.
Yeah, well, it shouldn't have been dad,
so it didn't really matter who blew the whistle.
Yeah, that's when things
really fell apart between us, didn't they?
No, that's when you fell off that ledge
you've been walking your whole life.
Yeah, but when we lost your dad,
it changed you about me.
It changed you, didn't it?
Go ahead, deny it.
I have to go.
Wait a minute, baby.
I just can't let go, Anita.
I just can't let go.
You're gonna have to.
Oh, no. No.
What do you want me to do?
What else do you want me to do?
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
Honey.
Leave me alone! Get away from me!
Ricardo?
Ricardo!
I'll be with you in a minute...
As soon as I find what I'm looking for.
Little spic got away.
I can't find it here, man.
Can't find it anywhere!
Maybe he stashed it somewhere down in Mexico.
What good would it do him down there?
Hey, received any mail
from south of the border lately?
Aah!
Look at me! Look at me!
I want you to remember my face.
You see me?
Hmm?
Yes.
Good.
'Cause I don't want to kill you...
For no reason at all.
This is Ryder Hart.
Leave a message at the beep,
and when your phone don't ring, that's me.
Hello, Mr. Hart.
This is Josh kerns,
attorney for Mr. Burt Pietrowski.
I'm calling to inform you
that although I have advised my client
to drop the criminal assault charges,
I have, however, advised him to proceed with the civil suit
charging you with breach of contract.
We also are going to bill you
for hospitalization costs...
Hello, Mr. Hart...
If you don't look too closely at the problem...
Do you think the bank will approve this loan?
That's up to the bank president... me.
Approved.
Is that it? Can we go in? Just one more signature.
This will certainly help a lot of my problems.
Victor.
Have you seen or visited Méjico?
Let's go save the taxpayers some money.
Wait a minute! Wait! Wait!
Don't bust them when you can't bust them!
Nobody move! Hold it right there!
Put your hands up!
Knock, knock.
Pase.
What happened to the maid?
She's buried around here somewhere.
I brought your car back.
Thanks. You're a pal.
I'd like to talk.
Well, I'm just having a cup of Café Vienna.
Care to share the moment?
Coffee's bad for your nerves.
A day without coffee is a day without sunshine.
Look, Ryder, I'm not real good at this,
so I'm just gonna get straight to the point.
Anita's a good woman.
She's been through a lot of hardship.
She wants to move on.
And you think I'm standing in her way.
Come on, Ryder.
We may not be the best of buddies, but we are friends.
I don't want to hear this, Jeff.
I don't give a damn what you door don't want to hear.
It's time you started to listen.
You're not here because you think I'm standing in herway.
You're here because you think I'm standing in yourway!
Just because you want to flush yourself down the toilet
doesn't give you the right to take everybody else down with you!
You calling me a piece of shit?
I'm not calling you anything.
Anita loves me.
When she tells me that, I'll believe it.
Until then, I'll stay the hell out of your business,
and you stay the hell out of mine!
Now, get out of here!
She'll never tell you that.
You call mepathetic? Take a look at yourself!
She'll never tell you that.
Oh, really? Why not?
Because she feels sorry for you!
Look...
I didn't come here looking for a fight, okay?
I love Anita, and I've asked her to marry me.
That's my ride.
Look, if you're not doing anything this afternoon,
why don't you come with me?
I've got someplace you might get a kick out of.
What?
Get your gun.
Good.
Now we can settle this thing
once and for all.
What?
Can't you use a real gun just this once?
I'm kicking your ass with this.
It's embarrassing.
I don't like the sound. I don't like the noise.
I don't like the kick.
I've got a fucking headache.
Where do I go?
I need a gun.
Yeah, you do. Uh...
I just hope you have your own ammunition for this one,
'cause I know that our shipment
from Jumbo Toys is late this week.
A gun is a gun is a gun, miss...
- Dushane. - Duchane.
Now, what can I offer you... A .22, a 9 millimeter?
Oh, how about this?
Desert Eagle .357.
No, I think that little one there will do.
Oh, .38. Okay.
Uh, I need your driver's license,
and I need you to sign this.
Accidental dismemberment waiver.
Driver's license.
Thank you.
Enjoying yourself?
Well, it beats a public range, don't it?
Thanks a lot.
Mr. Hart.
This might help.
Thank you.
You happy?
Thank you.
Hate these things.
They're loud, they kill people,
every dumb-ass kid in this country's got one,
shootin' the shit out of his neighbor...
So you don't get embarrassed.
Ready?
Fuck it! I'll be in the bar!
Couldn't hit the back of a barn with my eyes open.
Your usual, lieutenant?
Thanks.
Oh, what a mess.
Oh, no, I'll get this.
And for you, sir?
Get me a Maker's Mark... Up, double,
and a Beer Back.
And a coffee... Light, two sugars.
Anything else?
Perhaps a drink while I'm waiting.
Yeah, actually, you got any of those little crunchy
goldfish cracker, cheese things?
Sorry, sir, we only serve nuts.
Hello, lieutenant.
Ken, two Pleiades, please.
Put the lieutenant and his friend on my account.
Thank you, Harrison.
How's your aim these days?
Not what it used to be.
Well, nothing is. I see you brought a guest.
Ryder Hart. Thank you for the sips.
Not at all. You're quite welcome.
I was watching you on the shooting range, Mr. Hart.
Very impressive.
You are really an excellent marksman,
and such an interesting weapon, too.
Where'd you get your training?
Well, I was given my first
air rifle when I was 12.
Squirrels and chickadees?
Beer bottles and stop signs.
Well, lieutenant,
you'll have to invite your guest back here,
and we'll have ourselves a nice, friendly shootin' match.
It would be my pleasure.
Buy these gentlemen another round.
If you'll excuse me. Lovely to meet you.
Lovely.
Rude.
What?
Dude don't even say his name.
Harrison Shelgrove.
The Harrison Shelgrove.
Yeah, I hear you.
What's "the" big deal?
Well, for a start, he owns this club.
This place is just a distraction.
Yeah, his main gig is Mexican oil.
Spends most of the time giving his money away.
The rest he uses to buy up art.
What kind of art?
I'll be right back.
Former secretary of defense Samuel barr
is resting comfortably today
after undergoing a six-hour heart transplant operation
yesterday at the Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Tragedy today on Sunset Boulevard.
37-year-old Anita Hart of Van Nuys...
Hey! Get that back! Get... get... hey!
Get that back!
Police have no suspects in the case yet,
but have concluded that robbery
was the motive behind the murder.
I am standing here in from of the sunset grill,
where this morning the body of Anita Hart was discovered,
the victim of an apparent burglary.
The cause of death is yet unknown.
There are no suspects.
We'll still make it.
She's dead, man.
She's been dead a long time.
She didn't make it.
What'll we do now?
Where's Guillermo?
Hell, I don't know. I haven't seen him in two weeks.
What about the letter? What letter?
The letter from Tijuana.
Oh, that. It's nothing. I tossed it.
Ryder.
You're not holding out on me, are you?
Where the hell is Guillermo anyway?
He's in Tijuana according to this postmark.
I'm going home.
Sure.
It'll all make sense once you're drunk.
I got a quarter in the machine.
Where the hell is Guillermo?
Tijuana.
Guillermo's in Tijuana.
Tijuana.
Mr. Hart, we have already ruled on this.
You can't own these tapes
any more than a postal worker can own a bag of mail.
You were an employee of the state of California.
Your motion was denied weeks ago.
Your honor, those aremy tapes!
I was not properly notified!
Sir, you are in contempt of this court!
I was not properly notified!
Despite his claim
that he was not properly notified
by the state as to the nature of the surveillance,
the judge has ruled that the tapes belong to the state
and that the trial will proceed as planned.
Here's Ryder Hart now.
Mr. Hart, have you any comments?
The defendants have been found guilty on all charges.
Court is adjourned.
No! No, señor!
It's assholes like you who make my job worthwhile.
Now, don't fuck around with La Migra.
Hey, any friend of an amigo is a friend of mine.
Let's see a green card, poncho!
Hello there, Stockton.
Moonlighting as a bouncer now?
Put the fucking spic in the car. Go on.
Has the recession filtered all the way down
to the bribery and kickback business, Joe?
I'm here doing the taxpayers' job,
weeding out the crabgrass that creeps in
from our neighbor's yard.
That's why I'm here. What's your excuse?
I'm a U.S. Taxpayer, Joe,
but I didn't know my dollar was going
to everybody in east L.A. having their head knocked in
by some xenophobic ape.
What you fucking staring at?!
Put him in the car!
You must have had realbad Karma
to pick up this honcho as a partner.
Stick with Joe. You'll learn all the tricks...
Misuse, abuse, dishonesty...
Stupidity...
You're gonna have a problem with this one, Joe.
She don't like your style.
You know, Hart,
you can call me all the names you like,
but I'll never quite sink as low as you did...
Snitching on your own father-in-law.
Joe, one day you're gonna have to
shut that ugly hole, fat boy,
or your mother's gonna get the news
she's been waiting for since the day you were born.
Buenas tardes.
Give me a shot of that bootleg mescal
you keep in that freezer.
You sure you don't remember me?
No.
Well, I remember you.
Here's a buddy of mine.
Guillermo Villa.
We come in here a couple of months ago,
got drunk together, and you were here.
I don't know you.
I don't know him.
How come I know you got that mescal in that freezer?
Yo no comprendo nada.
You see that?
You know what that is?
¿Sabes que es eso?
Bug.
You got a mouthful of them, buster.
I've got a friend at Health
frowns on that kind of thing.
He's liable to come down here with an inspector,
crawl right up your asshole with a microscope.
I don't need any more trouble than I got.
I ain't asking for your dick, buster.
Just for a little help.
Guillermo comes here every once in a while,
but I haven't seen him in weeks.
The last time he came, he was heading south.
Tijuana?
I'm a bartender, not a travel agent.
Really?
A couple of hours later,
some guys walked in looking for him.
What guys? Two guys.
What did they look like?
A big guy and a little guy. I don't know.
They looked like you... white.
Muchas gracias.
Díme dinero.
Gracias.
One more move like that,
I'll cut you another asshole.
Otro culo, ¿entiendes?
I wasn't trying to kill you, jefe.
That's a relief. Now, who put you up to it?
Are his initials Joe Stockton?
Yeah. Joe Stockton.
Nah, that's too easy.
It's too easy!
Hey! Hey, ¿qué pasa?
Aah!
I'm so thrilled you could make it.
I got two missing Mexican-Americans...
A bartender named Guillermo Villa
and a short-order cook, Ricardo no-last-name,
which is more than you've told me.
What is that shit?
I've never even been to Mexico. Talk English.
You're right. I'm going back.
Guillermo likes to barf up chili dogs when he gets loaded.
Give me a break, Ryder.
Hell, I don't know.
I know something else you don't know.
Guillermo has close to a hundred grand
in his bank account.
97,670.
All cash. A lot of jing.
Untraceable.
Thanks.
Okay, okay. I get it.
I don't know what that is.
Yeah, yeah. I know it's the letter.
I didn't throw it away. It mean anything to you?
Are you kidding?
Means shit to me.
They're bar codes. I'll trace them down.
You need a fucking code to get in a bar?
Computers, dimwit. Never use 'em.
You know, Ryder,
you oughta try leaving the house once in a while.
What's with this coffee?
Two sugars, extra light.
How come it's gray again? It's always gray.
Because it was made at a cop station,
not at the cafe kiss-my-ass, Beverly Hills.
Hey, homes,
did you learn anything in east L.A.
For all your trouble?
Yeah. I learned to mind my own business.
Can I help you?
Mr. Hart.
You look terrible.
Thank you. What the hell are you doing here?
Well, you left your gun and your license
at the range.
We've been calling you for days.
Yeah, well,
my telephone machine's a little dysfunctional.
You're on my way, so I thought I'd drop it.
You always take your job that seriously?
Can you get the door?
Just wouldn't want you to get into trouble with the law.
If I'd have known you was coming,
I'd have left my door open.
Oh! Ow!
Are you okay?
Oh, god.
Here's your gun.
Thank you.
And, uh, here's your license.
Thank you.
Want a drink?
No. Thanks.
I ain't got the letter.
Pardon?
You've got a problem with your head.
Yeah, that's what they tell me.
No, really.
It's bleeding.
What are you going to do with that?
Do you have any alcohol?
Nope.
We'll use this.
Wait a minute! Now, don't waste that!
Just sit down.
I'm gonna sterilize your cut...
Or do you want an infection?
This is the fun part.
Is it gonna hurt?
Yes.
You know, just...
Ow! Ohh.
You really don't have to do this.
All better.
Gee.
It wasn't this good falling off my bike.
Good night.
You said your father-in-law hired Ricardo, right?
Hell, I don't know.
He was always bringing these hispanic kids around.
Well, we got nothing on Ricardo. Absolutely nothing.
No social security number, no green card, no nada.
Nobody knows where he came from...
Don't even know his real last name.
He's an illegal.
Did you know that?
Did you know that Victor was hiring illegals?
No.
Approximately 46-47 years of age.
Hispanic male.
Unidentified Juan Doe.
This the one you've been looking for?
Ricardo was younger, shorter, good-looking.
Oh, well.
Back to the lost and found.
What's this guy's deal?
Young alcoholic.
Advanced cirrhosis of the liver.
At first we thought he was stabbed to death,
but upon closer examination,
we found a section of his skin had been surgically removed.
Neat, huh?
Yeah.
Found another one just like him
a month ago in San Pedro.
Why would they stab him, then cut him open?
We're not sure, but we think he was cut open first,
and then he was stabbed.
Who'd do that?
Satan worshipers. Gang revenge.
I'm gonna barf.
Nothing would surprise me.
Thanks, Sonya. Keep us posted.
Sorry I couldn't help.
At least this means that Ricardo might still be alive.
What about them bar codes?
Nothing from Myla. Can that shit, will ya?
I bet Ricardo's out there
running from a couple of blokes.
A couple of blokes? What couple of blokes?
I don't know. Then how doyou know?
I don't.
Where the hell are you going?
To find an old friend.
Hey, Ryder, I don't want to have to come down there
and scrape your drunken ass off some barrio wall again.
Ow!
Aah!
Hyah! Aah!
Hiya, Joe.
What a coincidence. Twice in 24 hours.
We must be star-crossed or something.
I really enjoyed your friends yesterday.
Aah!
Give me that.
All right, Hart.
All right. Now, you've had your fun.
Don't push your luck.
I ain't even started yet, Joe.
What have you got in here?
None of your damn business.
You're right. None of my business.
See this here, Joe?
This kid?
He disappeared about two days ago.
If he's anywhere, he's roaming around your crabgrass.
Jesus! You think I know every fucking beaner in town?!
What are you looking at?
My cut?
Ohh!
Now you got one, too.
See this kid, Joe?
I see a hundred kids like this every day.
Go and find him yourself!
I am, Joe. That's what I'm doing talking to you.
You're looking for a needle in a stack of needles.
It's too bad I ain't looking for a hand in a cookie jar.
If you hurt this kid, Joe, so help me god,
I'm going to give you something more
than a broken nose and a sore ass.
You can bet on it.
Oh, I'm gettin' old.
Hey! Hey!
What are you doing with that case?
Damn you, Hart!
Nice doggie.
Nice doggie-woggie.
Go away, you miserable brute!
Hey!
Sweetheart!
I'm Joanna Ramirez.
We met the other day.
I remember.
I'm surprised you remember much of anything.
Did fat boy let you off the leash?
He's got a doctor's note today.
What are you, Internal Affairs?
You're not as dumb as Stockton says you are.
Well...
If you're looking for a snitch,
you're not as not dumb as you think you are.
What if I was to tell you that agent Stockton
and your amigo Guillermo Villa
were not strangers?
Don't cut no ice with me.
Guillermo hung out with all kinds of slime.
Present company included.
We all got our crosses.
Well, there's a certain Mexican federale
who had a meeting planned with your friend in Tijuana.
They never had the meeting.
The federale'sdead.
Bullet in the back of the head.
We'll be talking, Hart.
Hey!
Hey, you!
Curly was the best.
Gracias.
Where did you get that silly castilianoaccent?
My grandmother from my mother's side was from Madrid.
It's not polite to just walk into someone's living room
and start watching their TV.
Well, someone left the door open.
Whatever little privacy we have, we value.
I don't mean to be rude. I'm just looking for...
We know what you're looking for,
Ryder Hart.
Follow Ramon, Mr. Hart.
A man is judged not only by the company he keeps,
but by the company he's kept by.
This is why I can't figure you out.
On one hand, agent Stockton is your enemy.
This is a good thing. This is a point for you.
Also, your father-in-law was a good man.
He was good to my people. He gave them their dignity.
This also is good.
But on the other hand, you sit and you drink
at the same table with Guillermo Villa.
Minus two points.
Back to square one.
You know Guillermo?
I knew him. Where is he?
Méjico Lindo, never to return.
Guillermo used to come here
to help us get work.
Stoop labor, you know.
Yeah, I know. Work nobody else will do.
Right.
But then he started talking about how we could get big money.
He even said the work was legit
for some big people that could place us.
It didn't sound right,
but my brother Miguel needed the money for his... habit.
Dope?
Tattoos.
Tattoos?
Yeah, it started with a small spider on his elbow.
I have to talk to your brother Miguel.
He's gone.
Like the many others that disappeared
that had anything to do with Guillermo.
How many?
In this camp? Eight.
From other camps, who knows how many. Maybe 20.
But in this country they never disappeared,
'cause they never existed in the first place.
Look, I think two white men killed my wife.
Ricardo told us.
Ricardo?
¿Está aquí?
He's with us, gringo,
but he won't talk to anyone.
He don't want to be deportado.
He don't want to go back.
Look, nobody's gonna take him back,
but if he knows who killed my wife, I gotta see him.
If Ricardo doesn't want to talk to anybody...
Well, you know what they say.
It's a free country.
Listen to me.
They killed my wife. You understand?
They killed my wife.
Llénvenselo.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!
Mr. Hart.
Tall, blond giant and a little rat.
Gracias.
Every organization needs a guardian angel.
For us, that is our distinguished benefactor,
a truly great man.
Please welcome the person who has made our charity
the success it has become,
Harrison Shelgrove.
Thank you. Thank you.
Judge Haulwell, senator Gaines,
distinguished guests and friends,
it's a pleasure to be here today.
I'm glad you all came.
Before I go any further,
I would like to take this opportunity
to thank the man who just introduced me,
a very special individual
whose research and talent
will propel medical science out of the dark ages
of the 20th century.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Arnold Tarbus.
Thank you.
Cruel as it may seem
in today's world,
uncontrived generosity
is a wonderful and a rare thing.
We all understand the law of supply and demand.
It's an uncompromising law,
but, ladies and gentlemen,
sickness and disease do not recognize a tax bracket.
The world we live in
simply cannot afford to lose men's vision...
Men that will lead us forward.
The future of our planet
depends on those men and women
who will be able to shape it.
In order to give those individuals power,
sacrifices must be made.
But these are tough times we're living in.
Dr. Tarbus?
Dr. Tarbus.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
Dr. Tarbus.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
Dr. Tarbus.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
How you doing, doctor? You feeling better?
Much, thank you.
Time to go back to work.
Oh, no.
You take today off.
No, really.
There's much to be done...
Indeed there is, doctor. There's a lot to be done.
You run along now.
Come on.
I'm sorry about all this, darlin'.
The doctor finds it difficult to cope at times.
Can't you see he's killing himself?
Well, now, let's not be critical
of other people's idiosyncrasies.
The doctor has his own way of dealing with things,
and for the most part, it suffices.
I'm going to drive him home.
That's a good idea.
And, sugar...
When you have finished tucking the doctor in,
I'd appreciate it if you'd come on back here.
Oh, you need to be tucked in, too?
I wouldn't mind.
Dr. Tarbus.
Dr. Tarbus...
Hi, Loren, it's us again.
I just want to ask how you're doing.
You know where to find us if you want to talk.
Love from us both, mom and dad.
Enjoy the show?
Fabulous.
Oh, my.
How'd you get in?
It's what I do for a living.
How'd you know I was here?
Hmm.
Such a distinct cologne, Jose Cuervo.
Don't those things give you the creeps?
I think they're beautiful.
I think they're creepy as hell.
They're second-century Mayan.
Yeah, I know what they are.
My father-in-law was a professor.
Don't you mean chairman of the history department
at the Tamalan Institute?
Did you study with Victor?
I took his seminar on construction techniques at Chichen Itza.
Did he give you a seminar on smuggling this shit?
He was a brilliant man.
Brilliant?
Well, honey, not that fuckin' brilliant.
He got busted on some... Bum S&L loan
just to finance some bullshit pottery in Mexico.
Ryder, that bullshit pottery...
Was fourth-century Mayan.
Preserving antiquities...
is our only link to the spiritual past.
Horseshit.
Great art has to be protected.
What in the hell are you talking about?!
You know what in the hell you're talking about?
You didn't know him.
Ah, professor Carrillo.
Aw, shut up!
I don't want to talk about him.
I don't want to talk about my goddamn father-in-law.
I want to talk about you.
What the hell are you doing with me?
What the hell were you doing at my place?
What do you want with me?
Okay, the show's over.
The hell it is!
Okay, okay.
Just make yourself comfortable.
Whoops.
Scud missiles may be more your style, Mr. Hart.
Don't give up. You just need a little more practice.
It's just a game, Ryder.
Maker's Mark. Double, up.
You're back. Coffee... light, two sugars.
Where the hell have you been?
I've been kicking around here for an hour.
I was waiting for Myla's report on the bar codes.
Where's that coffee, Ken?
Uh, I'll get it from the kitchen.
What do you got?
It's not a standardized format that anybody can recognize.
It's someone's personal filing system.
There's no way to trace it.
Dagnab it.
Dead end.
Yeah, real dead end.
Somebody wasted Guillermo down in Tijuana.
Who?
Beats the hell out of me, but cheer up.
If Ricardo's alive, he's hiding.
There you go.
But he ain't talkin'.
Can we get to him?
Maybe I'll work out of a mean mar.
He's a fat slob named Joe Stockton, works with immigration.
I think, I hate to say it, Guillermo was running illegals,
and this fat-ass Stockton was blackmailing him or something
or paying him off.
Can you put a tail on him?
I can't do that.
Why the hell not? He knows me.
I can't go snooping around the I.N.S., for fuck's sake.
Did you love her, Jack?
Did you really love her,
or was it just a good idea?
We'll talk.
Ken, I need that.
What? That.
This? Yeah.
You're the guy, Ken.
West Coast Bureau.
Jim Phillips.
I don't know his extension.
What department?
Data processing.
Thank you.
Phillips here.
Jim, you son of a bitch, you owe me a hundred dollars.
Hey, Ryder Hart!
You got it. Listen, you want to forget that I.O.U.,
turn on your fax machine for a second.
I'm gonna send you something.
Okay, sure.
Hello.
Hey, Ryder, Jim Phillips here.
Look, I got what you wanted.
They label each page with a bar code,
in case a page gets separated from the others.
It's like an encrypted letterhead.
Who's "they"?
Hemostat Laboratories. You got a pen?
Yeah, hold on. Shoot!
5510 state street, St. Louis, Missouri.
I took the Liberty of calling for you.
It's a blood-typing lab.
You got a phone number?
314-608-1145.
1145. You're swell.
Fastest hundred bucks I ever made.
I'll see you in Tahoe next month.
Sure.
Hemostat Labs.
Data control, please.
Data control. How may I help you?
This is Mr. Burrows in bookkeeping.
Who am I speaking with?
Sabrina Taylor. You're Mr. Who?
Burrows, bookkeeping.
I usually deal with Linda Wood.
Well, I am miss Woods' supervisor, Sabrina,
and let me tell you, miss woods is in deep in it
if you can't help me make heads or tails
with these missing file lab reports.
Is there something I can do?
Well, I just said there was, Sabrina.
We gotta start from scratch, you see.
Well, I guess I can look up the I.D. Number.
I guess you can. Uh... Yup! Yes, uh...
Ready when you are.
I'm ready.
I've got a, uh, 279,
"Z" as in zero, "I" as in Isaac.
Okay, I've got Hector Ruiz.
Hector ruiz. Try this... 279, "A" as in apple, "M" as in mango.
Juana Mateas.
Juana Mateas. And how about a 279, "B" as in boy,
"T" as in terrific job you're doing, Sabrina.
Elena Careas.
Well, hell, you know,
I can't file these reports without a billing address,
and if I can't bill these clients,
this company's losing money.
We can't afford sloppy employees like Linda Woods, can we?
Wait, wait, wait.
Let me cross-check the patient names in the computer.
All right, I've got it.
Halygien Grove, rehabilitation...
Hold on. Halygien Grove...
Rehabilitation. Okay.
97750 Halygien Boulevard, Pasadena, California.
Pasadena.
Do you want the physician's name?
Yes, that would help, Sabrina.
Dr. Arnold Tarbus.
Dr. Tarbus.
Thank you.
No, Mr. Vanderay, I'm afraid we can't break the rules.
Not even for you.
Your mother is resting, and as you know,
the most important thing for our patients
is rest and routine.
Uh, excuse me. No smoking.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Yes, yes, your mother...
Yes, I will give her the message
when naptime is over.
Yeah... Dr. Tarbus!
Dr. Tarbus!
That man.
Thank you. Yes, I will. Thank you very much.
Good-bye.
Did you see someone up here, a man?
No, ma'am.
So many bugs.
There. There are so many.
Oh. There.
Oh, look at the bug.
Are you looking for my little cat?
I've been looking for my poor Fluffy all day.
She needed to take her medicine.
Are you looking for Fluffy?
Oh, shut up about that damn cat.
There is no cat.
We got her for my seventh birthday.
But you left the door open, and she ran away.
The president of the United States of America,
white house, Washington, D.C...
Let go of my hand.
I see you.
He knows me. He'll accept the call.
No. I told you,
it's the president of the United States of America.
I don't know his name, but he knows me.
I know he says he's the president...
Miguel.
Poor son of a bitch.
Are you sure you haven't seen him anywhere?
No, ma'am.
Well, I know he's in this building somewhere.
Check the grounds.
Yes, miss.
Underneath the freeway.
Just to pick up a damn short-order cook?
Six words in six hundred trucks?
I did what you told me.
It's a directional Mike, man. It's a directional.
You direct it. All you have to do is aim it at 'em.
I did exactly what you told me.
I aimed it right at them.
From down here? Yes!
Not from down here, man, from up... the roof or something.
God... the roof goes through trucks!
Well, you should have told me.
Well, you're a cop. It's common sense.
I thought you'd have aptitude.
What's this under the freeway? I don't get it.
Beats the hell out of me.
Look, they talked, and then they left.
When?
About five minutes before you got here.
Who?
Stockton and some big blond guy.
That's the guy! That... god...
That's the guy!
Well, they split.
When? Ten minutes ago!
Well, why didn't you get in your fucking car and follow 'em?!
Because you... I told you,
and you told me to wait here for you!
Okay.
Underneath the freeway.
Under the freeway.
Just to pick up a damn short-order cook?
Under the freeway.
Move out.
Go, go, go, go!
Freeze!
Nobody move! I.N.S.!
There's no one here!
Okay, everybody out!
Hey, hey, hey! Come on!
Everybody out!
What's that in there?
Nobody over here.
What are we doing here?
Where the fuck are they?
I don't know. Maybe they went out for some pizza and a movie, huh?
All right, guys. Back to the cars.
We'll do it again another day.
Thanks for the tip.
I figured I owed you one. Where'd you go?
Dispersed for the time being.
Got some scores to settle.
Yeah, don't we all?
Now I got a tip for you.
Your friend Guillermo went to the federales in Méjico.
He spilled the entire can of beans in his operation up here.
It's very strange.
Maybe he wanted out.
Out of what?
You look to your own.
It's your world. You deal with it.
We're illegal, invisible. We come here in a dream.
The dream doesn't disappear. We do.
Look down.
Ricardo!
You motherfucker!
My god.
Do you still love her?
What?
Where are you?
I don't know.
I'm lost.
I don't know.
Maybe I neededher more than I loved her.
I don't know.
I wasn't even there.
You're here now.
What did you do to your face?
What did you do?
He fixed me up.
An accident?
No.
I was given a second chance.
Shelgrove?
I was dying.
People now can give the gift of life.
Well...
It's all just really about vanity, isn't it, anyway?
What are you so bitter about, Ryder, huh?
Couldn't you get your dreams to come true?
Where are you from? Where's your home?
Home. Near there.
Where's your home?
All right.
Home is just where you go...
When you don't have any other place to go.
Home is where you go when you don't have any other place to go.
Yeah. We're on vacation.
Well, this might be a vacation, but...
Something you just said made it Monday morning.
Home is where you go when you got no place else to go?
Home is where you go when you got no place else to go.
I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
Glad you could make it.
I got your call. What's the deal?
There's a kid in there who can finger the two guys who killed my wife.
Sorry. I'd like to help, but, uh, it's not my problem.
Oh, yeah? What about Joe Stockton?
He's selling the illegals.
The same two guys that killed my wife.
Hmm... What do you make of these?
Oh, god.
I saw a kid in the morgue the other day.
He was sliced up. They made it look like a stabbing.
So?
Why'd they cut open a kid and then toss him away?
I don't... I don't follow.
He had an alcoholic liver.
What's going on?
Get in the line.
Nice of you to come on such short notice.
I needed to talk to you anyway.
About what?
There's going to be trouble at the clinic.
We're falling behind.
The turnaround's too quick. It's getting confusing.
There's going to be a screw-up, I can feel it.
I think we better close down before it backfires.
Wait a minute, doctor, just hold on.
Be specific. How can I possibly help you
if you're gonna babble obscurities?
There was a visitor at the clinic.
So?
He was only there for a moment,
but nurse Bauer thought he was strange.
Strange?
A man walks into the lobby of a clinic,
nurse Bauer sees him, thinks he's strange,
and you wanna bail out?
What is the matter with you, doctor?
Are you neglecting your medication?
One thing I've learned in my life on this planet is to watch my instincts,
and my instincts tell me things are way out of line.
Wait a minute, you listen to me.
There are much larger issues at stake than your instincts, doctor.
You are a professional man.
You're being highly compensated for your services.
You wouldn't want me to think you were ungrateful, would you?
No.
Good, good.
Then let's just forget about all this.
Let's get back to work.
Matter of fact, we got a little rush order for you.
What?
Package must be at the embassy
no later than 8:00 tomorrow morning.
Impossible.
You never say that word in my presence, doctor.
We do not know the meaning of that word.
Now, you get your ass back to the clinic,
and you call me when everything's ready, you hear?
Yeah.
Ricardo?
Señor Hart.
¿Estás bien?
Sorry, pal.
Too late. Ha ha ha.
The kid comes with me.
No, he doesn't. Drop the piece!
I don't think so.
Well, well, well...
If it isn't two of my favorite people in the whole world.
Ha. What we've got ourselves here is a...
Pardon the expression... Ha, Mexican stand-off.
Sweetheart, if you don't put that gun down
and move around that counter,
four people are going to die,
and I am not gonna be one of them.
All right.
I'll take the spic. You do them.
Christian said otherwise.
He did?
What exactly did the Aryan asshole have to say?
He said for me to deliver the kid.
First I do...
Everybody.
She's dead!
Ricardo, find Jeff. Go.
Tell him to meet me at the clinic, al clínica.
¿Entiendes? Afuera, afuera!
You listen to me. Who killed my wife?
Fuck you!
You are gut-shot, buddy, and you're gonna die anyway,
but now you're gonna die blind.
Who killed her?!
I was here...
With Christian.
Huhh! Uhh!
This is impossible.
I will not do this! His liver is probably already damaged.
His blood alcohol level is outrageous!
It doesn't matter. We need his heart and liver now.
His blood isn't even compatible with the recipient's.
The organs will be rejected.
What happened to the original donor?
Look, these organs are bought and paid for.
Now, take his clothes off,
open him up, and cut them out.
He still isn't under, doctor.
All right, let's get his clothes off.
Give him 10 milligrams of Diazepam.
I.V. Push, wide open.
He's already so saturated with toxins.
Oh, shut up! Watch his breathing!
You realize this is probably gonna kill him too soon.
Do it!
Aah!
Ryder Hart.
Such a pleasure to finally get a formal introduction.
After all, we have so many mutual friends.
I'm told you're terrible with those things.
I'm sure you had no idea you were doing anything wrong.
And that was a mistake. Big mistake.
See, I knew all about your relationship with Mr. Hart.
Christian told me everything.
Darling, you just didn't think.
You did not think about the fact
that he is endangering extremely important
and extremely humane work.
Now...
I know that you need certain things in your life,
and I want you to have them, I want you to enjoy them...
But not at the expense of everything we are trying to accomplish.
I know it may seem unfair,
but everything in this world has a price, sugar,
and eventually we all have to pay.
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
Hmm?
We have a helicopter waiting, I assure you...
The doctor promised to call me as soon as they appraised him.
Your father-in-law and I shared a common passion, Mr. Hart.
The Aztecs.
You know, the Aztecs were a superior people,
but it was the Mayans... Oh, yes, the Mayans...
They were the ones who were pure genius.
So incredibly advanced in astronomy and mathematics.
And yet, you know, the strange thing is,
from what we know about their engineering,
they didn't have any idea about the wheel.
Totally eluded them.
Wasn't even in their vocabulary.
Isn't that amazing?
A civilization like that without a wheel?
That's totally unfathomable.
Victor was bringing you all this stuff all these years, wasn't he?
Only thing they left behind was their houses,
a few pyramids, and some odds and ends.
But, you know, one interesting theory about the Mayans
is that they just couldn't support their own expansion.
They got too big.
It's like a building that becomes too tall for its own foundation
and collapses in on itself.
You know, we've seen that happen with certain civilizations,
and I can tell you this...
Unless we do something about it,
it could happen to contemporary western society as well.
Incidentally, your father-in-law shared that notion.
I don't think he quite shared your notion
of the practical application, Shelgrove.
Well, you know, Victor had a nose for hidden treasure,
but he just didn't have the stomach for its legacy.
He really thought you were finding them jobs, didn't he?
And he really believed you were getting them work.
Victor, ha ha.
He had a magnanimous but futile way
of dealing with the fate of his race.
What I'm trying to do is prevent that fate
from destroying this civilization.
You're insane.
History is determined by individuals, Mr. Hart.
We've all heard that one, Shelgrove,
like pol pot is history and two million Cambodians ain't.
Some people are born with their destiny.
Some people learn about their destiny...
And some psycho has got it thrust upon him.
Yeah, I read that play.
The function of society, Mr. Hart,
is to subordinate the worker to the elite.
When the elite become subordinate to the worker,
the pyramid becomes top-heavy,
and everything just crashes down.
You cut out their hearts alive, Shelgrove!
Well, now, the Aztecs
ripped out a thousand hearts in one day
in a celebration of life.
Oh, god.
And the once-mighty Mayans of the Yucatan...
Look at 'em now. I mean, just look at 'em.
They're sneakin' across the border desperately searchin' for peanuts.
Jesus Christ!
Am I goin' nuts here?!
I thought I'd heard all the "greater good" bullshit,
but, brother, you are the livin' end.
My wife is dead, Shelgrove.
I never knew your wife.
Exactly.
You're about as useful to society...
As a hole in a riverboat.
And I think I'm gonna put that hole
where it's gonna do everybody a whole lot of good.
Well...
There, you see, Mr. Hart?
This whole thing is clearly beyond your limited scope.
But I suppose that's a moot point by now.
Adios, amigo.
It's been a trivial pleasure knowing you.
Do the right thing, sugar.
Aah!
Goddamn.
How long did you work for him?
I didn't work for Shelgrove.
I was indentured to him.
That ladder goes so far over his head...
Can't even see the top.
Did you know he was killing these people?
Did ya?
Did ya take your job that seriously?
If I took my job seriously, Ryder...
Do you think you'd even be here to ask me that question?
A gift.
Like you said, vacation's over.
Por favor, move the truck, please.
Por favor, the truck!
Move the truck, please!
Por favor!
Buenos días.
It's a beautiful day to be alive.
Yes.
God send the wind in to clean up the air.
Blessed Santa Ana.
Did you know he'd have to kill himself?
What?
I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about.
You don't, huh?
Thought you'd never been to Mexico, Jeff.
The S&L loan ain't why he killed himself, Jeff!
I had nothing to do with the illegals!
Bullshit.
Victor was always trying to help the illegals get work.
Guillermo would find them, and Victor would place them.
You knew that!
Yeah, I knew it.
All I asked was for him to keep me out of it.
He could have gone to the police and kept me out of it!
You were the police, Jeff! You were the police!
You were his family,
and you were the police, fella,
but you sure as hell could have fooled me, man!
Always fashionably late!
You blow a simple fuckin' surveillance!
You must have really pissed in your pants
when you threw me those bar codes
before I threw 'em in the trash.
What the hell were you hopin' for,
that I'd get even with her and get my ass carved in the process?
I mean, you could have let everybody off the hook here, brother, including me,
'cause I've been carrying this fucking agony around with me
like a goddamn wet mattress!
Saved her?!
Goddamn, you killed her, man!
I know.
Where were you, Ryder?
Where the fuck were you?
That's right.
You're right.
I was drunk.
I'll be downstairs.
Shit, you're not gonna do that.
You're not gonna do that! You're not gonna do that!
Give me that!
You are not gonna leave me with that.
Muchas gracias.
Maria, por allá.
Ricardo, dos enchiladas, papas fritas, por favor.
Dos enchiladas, papas fritas.
Can't a girl get a whiskey sour around here?
No, ma'am, we don't serve alcohol.
But I'll tell you what, I can interest you in the greatest selection
of mineral waters known in the great state of...
Mrs. Pietrowski.
I didn't get a chance to thank you for saving me that day.
Oh, well, it was nothin'.
I was wondering if you're available.
No, ma'am. I'm out of that line of work for good now.
I wasn't talking about work.
Um...
Mrs. Pietrowski.
Joan.
Uh... Where's your husband?
You don't have to worry about him.
Well, now, that's easy for you to say,
but I'm still in court with that guy.
So am I. See how much we have in common?
Yo, Ryder...
What?
There's someone to see you out front, man.
Uh...
Look, Mrs. Pietrowski, uh...
We have to, uh...
Got on the same color, don't we?
I'll be right back.
Ricardo.
You get that woman out of this restaurant
before that moose of a husband of hers shows up here.
No problem, man.
Ricardo.
Hello.
Oh, man.
Okay, kid.
Ramon sent me.
Ramon sent you. Yeah, Ramon sends me everybody and their grandmothers.
Ramon sent me.
Yeah, look, kid, there's only so much a man can do,
so you go back and you tell Ramon that I'm full-up,
I'm full-up with these people in here,
¿entiendes? No más. ¿entiendes?
Those the only three words you know in English?
¿No hablas más de inglés?
It's a beautiful day.
Yeah. Tsk.
Sit down here for a minute.
¿Como te llames?
Luis.
Luis. Luis.
Gracias.
You hungry? ¿tienes hambre?
Sí.
Where's your shoes? ¿no zapatos?
No.
Get you some shoes.