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I start the bidding|at six hundred. Six fifty?
I have one thousand dollars|in the back. Thank you.
If you're here for the sports|memorabilia auction...
it's next Wednesday.
Oh, well, thank you,|but I'm just here...
to look at|all the colorful pictures.
Well, good for you.
How about this one?|Isn't it exquisite?
Oh, yes, very exquisite.
Yes, it is--for a fake.
A fake?
Yeah. See, it says here,|Lot 702...
Young Girl by Window...
is seventeenth century|Phoenician school.
-But it's not.|-It's not?
See, the shading|on the burnt umber is all wrong.
I'd date this back|at the time...
they was usin' the White House|as a get down spot.
You know, when everybody|was up in there like that.
When certain staff members|were backin' it up.
Sir, with all due respect...
I think you'll find that|the staff here at W. Boyle--
It's a fake, OK?
-I have an eye.|-An eye?
Yes. Just like them |glasses you got on.
I know when got up today,|you put 'em on.
You got in the mirror,|you thought you were stylin'.
You came to work, you know,|get a couple of more sales.
I know you thought they was,|what, $500 Boucherons?
Nah, they knock-offs, darlin'.|Yeah, those are knock-offs.
They're fake... like this|piece of shit here.
702, Young Girl by the Window.
Sold to paddle number fourteen.
Next up, Lot 702,|Young Girl by Window...
has been pulled|from the auction.
So we'll move on to Lot 703...
The Hudson River Valley|lake scene.
A fine example of|nineteenth century American art.
You may find it of interest...
that the artist responsible|for this beautiful painting...
was a Boston native|who apprenticed right here...
on our very own|Commonwealth Avenue.
My colleagues and I|here at W. Boyle...
Excuse me.
Here, let me switch with you.
Let me just try to slide by you.
Pardon me.
Please, will you watch it?
All right, that's...
Um, let me try this.
-OK, OK. Slide over. Go.|-This is outrageous.
Like that, see? Got it.
Excuse me. All right.
Deal a meal.
You OK?
Would you mind|just leaving me alone?
Now, if I leave you alone...
you sitting here|on the verge of tears...
how you think|that's gonna make me feel?
You wouldn't understand.
That painting is yours.
You don't want to sell it,|but you have to.
Three fifty.
Give or take a pound.
Five hundred. Five hundred.|Do I have five fifty?
Five fifty I have. Five fifty.|Do I have six hundred?
My father|left me the painting...
and I love it, but I need|the money to pay a hotel bill.
One thousand five hundred.
One thousand five hundred.|Thank you.
-Two thousand.|-I have two thousand dollars.
Two thousand five hundred|dollars.
I have 2,500. Do I have 3,000?
Two thousand five hundred|going once...
twice--sold.
Paddle number fourteen.
Well, that's that.
What's your name?
Amber Belhaven.
Oh, very pretty name.
Kevin. Kevin Caffrey.
Look...
I couldn't buy that painting...
but I can buy you|a cup of coffee.
So after I graduated|university...
I moved here from London|to take this great job...
with a new natural history|website, neanderthal.com.
-What?|-Yeah, I know, I know.
You can figure out the rest.
They went under, so here I am.
So what are you gonna do now?
Get a job.
I'm sure there are|plenty of opportunities...
for a girl with a degree|in anthropology.
OK. Now, anthropology...
that's, like,|the study of man's...
See, I'm glad I read that|in the dictionary...
or I wouldn't know.
So what do you do, Kevin?
I'm a--I'm a businessman.
Yeah. Matter of fact, I was late|for an appointment.
I hope this is not too personal,|but in your hotel room...
do they have one of those|little refrigerators?
And in that refrigerator, do|they have those little bottles?
Yeah, I guess.
Well,|when my appointment ends...
would you like me to come by|and check?
See if in fact they do?
Now, you wouldn't try|to sleep with me, would you?
-Why are you blinking?|-Just a little nervous tic.
I tell a lie, I blink.
Oh, that must keep you|very honest.
I'd make a terrible lawyer.
So, can you force yourself|to blink--
blink when|you're telling the truth?
So when you're not blinking...
it means you're definitely|telling the truth...
but when you are blinking,|it means you're either lying...
or it means that you're|forcing yourself to blink...
to make it look like|you're lying.
That's right.
That sounds very complicated.
It's not, really.
So what's up?
Can I see you later?
Sure.
Wait.|But you're blinking, too.
You got the same thing|that I got...
and I don't know what you...
She's got it goin' on.
I will find you.
Who is it?
This is for you.
How much did he want|for that painting?
'Cause I'll pay you back|as soon as I get a job.
Well, it, uh...|it didn't cost me anything.
What, you stole it?
That's what I do.
But I thought|you were a businessman.
I am.
I'm in the business of stealing.
Yeah,|that's why I go to auctions--
to learn what's worth stealing.
Connoisseur|of all things portable.
Wow.
I apologize if it's a shock.
Well, I dated a lawyer|for three years...
so ethically speaking,|I've seen a stretch mark or two.
Normally, I don't tell a woman|that on the first date.
Then again, I don't normally|have these feelings.
Me, neither.
You see this ring?
My father gave this to me...
to remind me every day|how much he loved me.
My father believed in fate,|and so do I.
Used to be his lucky ring.
Now it's yours.
Well, how lucky was he?
Well, he was wearing it...
when he won that painting|in a card game.
Now I want something from you.
Name it.
I want you to promise me|that you'll never lie to me.
I've been|in that kind of relationship...
and I'll never do it again.
So no lies, OK?
No lies.
Said without a blink.
Oh, my God,|it's like needles in my eye.
I am too rich to have|a headache like this, Walter.
-You gotta get me out of this!|-G-get you out of this?
OK. I'll just undo|every single shady deal...
you've been a part of|for the last five years.
Sounds good to me!
There are no loopholes|this time.
Bankruptcy is the only option.
Great! Screw it.|Screw everybody.
Just file the goddamn papers.
What's the worst|that could happen?
Bankruptcy, Max.
That's the worst|that could happen.
Poodle cakes, it's only|the real estate company.
This is no big deal.|Tell her, Walter.
This is a...
It's a tech-technical procedure.
Yeah, that's right--a simple|little technical procedure.
It's humiliating, and it'll be|in all of the newspapers.
Well...
Maybe my father was right|about my marrying you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.|There is no need...
to bring your daddy into this,|sugar lumps.
Walter and I,|we have this all worked out.
Our strategy is planned.|Right, Walter?
Fix it, Max, or else.
There is nothing to worry about,|snuggle bunny.
These things have a tendency...
to work themselves out|in the end.
They always do. Come on.|Come on, give me little kisses.
Come on, let me see 'em.|Let me see the lippies.
That's it. Wanna go to lunch?
Let's go. Come on.
Let's go.|We'll eat. We'll drink.
We'll forget all this crap.
Respect.
R-e-s-p--you know the rest.
That's what's missing.|Nobody respect anything now.
Nobody respect your work,|nobody respect your elders.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Nod your head, man,|if you're awake.
Yeah, respect. I hear you.
If I want to talk to myself,|I'll leave myself a voice mail.
I know that good-lookin'|young man right there, baby.
I know that smile anywhere.
What you got|for good old Uncle Jack?
Uh, nothin'.|I just came by to see Amber.
-Where is she?|-She's workin'.
She loves to work.
She the best damn waitress|I ever hired.
All perky and shit.
You'd like her,|you get to know her.
How I'm gonna get to know her,|speakin' that foreign language?
I know all I need to know.
You ain't pulled a damn job|since she moved in with you.
Look, Uncle Jack,|I can talk to you.
-You sure can.|-I can talk to you, right?
That's doggone right.
-All right, I think--|-What?
-I know--|-OK.
-I love her.|-No, no.
Son, son, she wrong for you.|She too decent.
What?
Whatever happened to Sharon,|that nice con girl from Chicago?
-Two years upstate.|-For what?
-For conning people.|-No.
Yeah. But, see, with Sharon,|it was just sex.
-That's good.|-But with Amber...
-Well, it's still sex.|-That's good.
-But we talk.|-Talk?
Yes. It's so amazing to wake up|with someone and just talk.
Talk? You ain't Oprah.
Hey, honey bun, how are you?
-Mmm. How ya doin'?|-All perky and shit.
Hey, look what the cat drug in.
Hey, something cold|and Bavarian, barkeep.
-You got it, buddy.|-Berger.
-Hey, what's up, Kevin dog?|-What's up?
Everything's sweet now.
Hey, to all the women I loved|and who loved me back. Salud.
You better not let Anne Marie|hear you talkin' that shit.
Aw, don't worry, man.|She'll nev--
It's Anne Marie.|What, does she have radar?
Berger, best thing|that ever happened to me.
Sweetheart.|Pleasure to meet you, Berger.
And any friend of Kevin's|probably works nights.
I gotta get back to work myself.|See you later.
-It's a delight and a pleasure.|-Sooner than later.
Nice ass.
Hey, man, what did I just say?
I'm sorry, dog.|I didn't know you meant it.
Come on, most of the girls|you go out with are, you know...
Yeah, well,|this one's different.
She got a degree|in anthropology.
I'll remember that if I ever|need to phone a friend, OK?
-Do that.|-Hey, Kevin, I got one.
-What?|-Tonight.
Big score. Safe as houses.
Safe as houses?|A paradox, as they say.
Yes. In fact,|it is a house of which I speak.
-Well, talk to me.|-You ever read the papers?
I used to,|but the news kept changin'.
-Ever hear of Max Fairbanks?|-The big tycoon?
Hey, this better be good.
Oh, you're gonna love this, man.|Check it out.
Come on.|I want you to read that.
"Billionaire Max Fairbanks|today put Trigram real estate...
"a division of T.U.I.,|into Chapter 11."
The man's broke,|and we gonna rob him?
Oh, don't cry for him,|Argentina.
This man would steal your moms|if he wanted corn bread.
This is one of those|legal heists.
Big business--that's where|they really teach you to steal.
No heavy lifting.|Do it while you're on vacation.
And brothers like us|don't even have a dental plan.
Come on, read on.
"Under the terms|of the Chapter 11 agreement...
"Fairbanks no longer has access|to various properties...
"including West Chop...
"his Marblehead|beach-front residence."
The man can't even|get in his own house?
-Always makes me laugh.|-The old upstairs hall light.
Why don't they just|hang out a sign...
"Welcome, burglars.|No one home."
-Here.|-Damn, these are nice.
Aren't they, man?
I know a lot of guys who|switched to rubber surgicals...
but for comfort and feel,|you can't beat the Isotoner.
First class, my man.
First class all the way.
Coming from you,|that means a lot. Serious.
It's all good. Let's do this.
Oh, come on, Max.|You never let me do it.
I'm not done. I have more.
God, I can't believe you.
Max, will you please|listen to me?
I love the costume.
I'm naked.
Oh, a joke.
Yeah, a joke.
Ah, baby. I did it. I did it.
What do you say?|What do you say?
Can we please get back to what|we were talking about before?
Oh, that. Look...
I think you'd make|a wonderful...
entertainment journalist,|Kimberly.
Tracey. Tracey Kimberly.
I'm just not sure|I want to talk about it...
at this precise moment.
You know, I knew you'd say that|once we did it--
Don't say|what you're about to say.
Don't turn|a perfectly fun evening...
into something cheap and sordid|by talking business.
Here comes the little finger man|coming to get you, hmm?
Wow, check that out.|Ooh, look at that.
-Faberge.|-Oh, baby.
Gold enamel, diamond inlay.
Oh, yeah, I have it now.
Yeah, baby.|And I got the score, baby.
Is that not the score|or what, huh?
Fun, too.|Like an Easter egg hunt.
You want to hop upstairs,|and I'll just work this floor?
You called it. You called it.
Thanks.
All right. You wanna do it?|Let's do it. Here we go.
-Really?|-Yeah, sure.
Go. Ready? We're gonna do it.
Five, four, three, two...
Titanic heartthrob|Leonardo DiCaprio...
told me, Tracey Kimberly, in|an exclusive E.T. interview...
that he is currently|in negotiations...
to do a sequel|to the summer blockbuster...
which will be entitled|Titanic 2.
What is it...
the story of a dead guy|on the bottom of the ocean?
Who?
Well, lookie here.
Monday...
Tuesday, Wednesday...
Every day of the week.
-What?|-Shh. Quiet. I hear somebody.
Oh, yeah. Now we're stylin'.
Berger, a tan suede newbuck.
Yeah, I like a thick sole|with a tailored suit.
Grounds it,|know what I'm sayin'?
I do.
-Oh, gosh.|-That's why I bought them.
Tracey,|come on, get out of here.
What do you think this is,|a photo shoot?
But I want to see|what's going on.
What does it look like|is going on?
The guy's robbing the house.|I got a gun on him.
Go on back in there.|Put your clothes on.
Damn. You must be rich.
That's right.|Eat your heart out.
Look, you caught me,|fair and square.
But how about|I walk out of here...
nothing taken, nothing harmed?|How does that sound?
You stay right where you are,|or I shoot you in the head.
-How's that sound?|-Violent.
But I see your point.
-So, he wasn't carrying a gun?|-No, sir.
-No I.D.?|-Nothin'.
-What's your name, bro?|-Petey Wonder.
I'm Stevie's little brother...
but I don't sing.
You know who I am?
You got a lot of balls, huh?
You come into my house,|into my bedroom...
and take my ring.
-What?|-That's my ring.
Stop trippin', all right?|This is my ring.
Ha! Son of a bitch! He was gonna|waltz out of here...
with my ring|on his little finger.
Take off the ring,|give it to Mr. Fairbanks.
-Officer, this is my ring.|-Sure. Give him the ring.
Look, my girlfriend|gave me the ring.
If I don't come home|with my ring--
Give me the ring. Give me it.
This is my ring.
You expect us to believe that?
You...
I can go along|with some things, but...
some things make no damn sense.
-Let go of the damn ring.|-This ain't right.
Write a letter to the editor.
Oop. I forgot.|I own the newspapers.
We'll take care of everything.
Get him out of here.
Don't you worry,|Mr. Fairbanks.
This is a good ring.
This is a very nice ring.
All right, just hear me out, OK?|One more time.
I just feel if we were|to go back, you know...
and, uh, give him|a chance to confess...
you know, come clean...
he might just hand over what is|in fact my rightful property.
I could see how that sounds|all messed up, right?
Comin' out of my mouth.
But it's the truth.
Can I see my lawyer?
Seventeen,|with the robbery suspect...
at Twenty-five Harbor Heights,|Marblehead...
what's your twenty?
Yeah. That's it, 10-4. We're on|the corner of Camden and 4th...
en route to the station|with the perp in custody.
What? Hey! Hey, you! Stop!
Shit! What's going on?
That son of a bitch!
Anything?
Nothing. Clear. Let's go.
I want my damn ring!
You don't know what you started.
I'll take door number three.
Gotta go!
Hello, honey bun.|How was your day?
Good.
What's the matter?
Well, was it bad?
Go on.
I lost the ring.
Oh, Kevin,|I just gave you the ring.
Well, actually, it's worse|than that. The ring was stolen.
Stolen by who?
Of all the lousy, jerkological,|cheap-shot stickups...
this has gotta take the cake.
-You got that right.|-Robbed by a householder...
doing a robbery.
Terrible, Kevin, terrible.
-You laughing at me?|-Hell, yeah, I'm laughing.
It's embarrassing. You should be|ashamed of yourself.
Sixteen thousand.
What's in that cigar|you're smoking, huh?
Come on, the Fabergé egg alone--
Nice. Don't want it.|It's hard to move.
-Can't move it.|-The damn car, OK?
It's worth--
OK, I'll give you six and a half|for the car.
Round it off to twenty-one five.
That's because|I raised you as my own...
and I'm happy to see you|back in the business.
-Sixteen.|-Sixteen.
-Plus six and a half.|-Half, right.
-Is twenty-one five?|-Man, look. Six...
Twenty-one, fifteen, twenty...
Don't worry about it.
Look here, it's late, all right?
I wanted to see|if you're on your game...
so I took a shot at you.|That's all I did.
Man...
I just feel like I'm getting|robbed by everybody tonight.
Come on, Kevin,|it's not that bad.
Why are you so upset?
Why am I so upset?
Baby, let me show you something.
You see this?
This is a Fabergé egg--|Russian, 1890.
Now, some people get all freaked|and obsessed by these.
Why?|It's what it represents.
Power, taste, superiority.
That's all in the mind...
of the person|who puts a price on it.
What's it mean to me?
Not a damn thing.
Too hard to fence.
Now, the ring,|on the other hand...
is priceless.
It symbolizes|the day my life changed--
the day I met you.
Wow.
Let's go, Monty.|Let's see what you got.
Ooh, bull's-eye!
Game, set, match.
Do we have a problem?
No. You have a problem...
from which I,|your long suffering attorney...
will once again|try to extricate you.
-So?|-So...
there was a break-in last night.
Oh, no. You're kidding.|Really?
Hmm. Did they get much?
A hundred fifty thousand dollars|in valuables, plus a car.
That's right, Max. He went back.
-Son of a bitch.|-Sir!
Shut up.
Does Lutetia|know about the, uh...
About the young lady?|So far not.
You've got bigger problems, Max.
The bankruptcy judge|is furious...
you disobeyed his order|not to use the house.
Can't you use a seedy motel,|like a normal philanderer?
What's so funny?
I was thinking|about the robbery.
Something funny|about the robbery?
Yeah, yeah, Walter, there is.
You think that shit's funny?
He boosted your ring|right in front of the cops?
Come on, you got to see|the humor in it, please.
I don't.|I don't see the humor.
I robbed a thief. How could you|not see the humor in that?
Because it's not funny.
It's more than just funny,|Walter. It's fate.
Here.|Take a look at this symbol.
It's my company logo|from the I Ching.
Omens, signs, throwing bones...
I don't throw bones, Walter,|but I do throw coins.
And I've been using the I Ching|for twenty years...
and look where it's got me.
This ring...
is a sign.
Everything|is gonna be just fine...
as long as I hold on|to this lucky ring.
Don't worry.|We'll get your ring back.
-Fairbanks is big game.|-Right.
We need a big game hunter.
Shelly Nix.
Shut the fuck up, man.
Thank you.
What the fuck's|the matter with you?
Can you find this asshole|or not?
Piece of cake.
It's no harder than shutting|down A.O.L. for an hour.
Not that I'd have any interest.
All right. Check it out, y'all.
Usually, when you're trying|to track somebody down...
what you want to do is start|with airline computers...
car rental companies, big hotel|chains, stuff like that.
This guy's a high roller.|He's got his own personal jet...
when he's there from one way, (?)|so it's nothing but private limos...
and corporate hotel suites|from there on out.
How do you find him?
He's got a personal assistant|right here in Boston.
She e-mails his itineraries,|his schedules.
She practically knows|every detail of this guy's life.
Her name is Gloria.
The ring I told you about--
I'm more convinced than ever|it's major mojo.
You know...
I wouldn't tell|anybody else this but you.
What, my musky teddy bear?
Tell mama.|You can tell mama bear anything.
Mama bear don't care.
Gloria, stop it.|We've discussed this already.
Screw you, Max.|Promises were made.
-Gloria.|-Never mind.
The past is the past.
What can I do for you, sir?
I was saying I was beginning|to go into one of my dips.
I was feeling|fear and anxiety and--
But this ring is like a sign|everything's turning around.
I was just wondering if,|you know, you could confirm--
All right, Max. All right.
Nine in the second place.|Tread a level course.
The perseverance of a dark man|brings good fortune.
Judgment, treading upon|the tale of the tiger...
it does not bite man.
What did the Boston Herald|just call me?
"The dark prince of plunder."
Perseverance of the dark man--|that's me.
Well, maybe.
Treading on the tiger's tale.
Taking mad chances|and getting away with it.
Like that time we were|in the elevator at T.U.I.?
Focus, Gloria, focus.
Let me consult my cards.
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.
I will, Max.|It takes a little time.
What? What? |Gloria, what?
-Max, I'm losing you.|-Gloria, what?
You're cutting out.|I can't hear you.
I hope you got the e-mail that|Lutetia wants you to call her.
Lutetia? What does she want?
Lutetia? What does she want?
The only person he's afraid of|is his wife Lutetia.
Here she is--|Design Times, June '98.
Beacon Hill townhouse|of Max and Lutetia Fairbanks.
Damn. Lutetia|looks more like Morticia.
What the hell were you doing|at the beach house...
and who the hell|were you doing it with?
Scandal and disease, Max.|These are the deal-breakers.
I'm a monk.
Just because|you have the hairstyle...
doesn't mean|you lead the lifestyle.
And take off your shoes--|the white carpet.
Oh. Tell me again.|Why did I marry you?
Because I grew up|on Beacon Hill...
which gave you entrée|to wealthy family friends...
who could invest|in all your business ventures.
And you had a great ass.
Oh. Have a great ass.
Don't forget.
Picker is hosting|the botanical garden benefit...
at the Sheraton Boston |tonight
honoring me.
I'd like to pay tribute|right now.
Come over here.
Six o'clock sharp.
Picker hates it|when you're late.
Right.|Picker first, pecker later.
Boy, I need a massage.
Ah, hold up, hold up.|E-mail from Gloria--
benefit tonight at the Sheraton|Boston with his wife. Nice.
Let the games begin.|Ha ha. Yeah, Kevin.
Hell, yeah, baby.
Very hip, very cool.
Very Vegas in the sixties.
But how about you come over here|and we mess it up a little bit?
Let me entertain you first.
Give me dollars,|give me dollars.
Put 'em here.|Twenties go here...
hundreds go here.
During her eight years...
of involvement|with the botanical garden...
she has impressed us all with|her generosity and enthusiasm.
Evening. Evening.
Evening, sir.
Lutetia Fairbanks.
What's happening,|birdie, birdie?
You a talking bird?
Say, "Max, that's your ass."|Ooh!
Ooh, I'm sorry. Ladies!
Where have y'all been?|Lookin' good.
You know, I haven't seen y'all|since my polo accident.
Who does your eyes?
Yeah, yeah. Look at y'all.|Mucho eleganté.
Thank you.
And thank you all|for coming tonight...
and for|your ongoing commitment...
to the Boston|Botanical Foundation.
We have all sorts|of exciting plans lined up...
none of which would be possible|without your generosity...
Let me ask you something.
Is that Mrs. Fairbanks up there?
Their tireless team|of volunteers...
'Cause I'm confused.|I thought Mrs. Fairbanks...
was a young brunette|with, like, big soapy titties.
You're here to blackmail me?
Be cool.
I'm just here|to get back my ring, OK?
That's my lucky ring,|and I want it back.
No, it's not,|because now it's my lucky ring.
Spoils of war.
It means something to me.
Well, it means something|to me, too...
because I took it|off a little pissant...
who broke into my house...
while I was trying to nail|Miss September.
That was Miss September?
Yeah, it was Miss September.
Oh, damn. I got that issue.
So how rich are you?
You know...
it's guys like you|think you can just...
take whatever you want,|don't you?
-Guys like me?|-Yeah.
Who's the thief here?
I want my damn ring.
Well, you can't have|your damn ring.
You're gonna regret this.
Excuse me.
Total stranger.
Trés bizarre.
Are you gonna eat that?
I'm telling you, man.
When--when word gets out...
everybody|is gonna be laughing at me.
That's it.|His ass is going down.
-Take him down, man.|-Millionaire, billionaire.
It don't even matter.|He's out the game.
When I see him, what's up?|Pow! Boom!
But you know what?|That's just the start.
Guess where else I'm going.|I'm gonna do the ghetto smack.
-Oh, the ghetto smack.|-What's the ghetto smack?
Well, you hit him with anything.
Drum set, bam!
Piano, pow!
Stop it!
Sorry to break up the party...
but I thought you were trying|to get the ring back for me.
Yeah, baby. That's right.
Kevin, are you blinking?
No. What it was, right--|I had something in my eye.
See, probably right here.
-See?|-I think I got it for you.
Oh, yeah, it's gone.
Do me a favor.|Keep out of trouble, will you?
No doubt.
Baby letting you know|when something in your eye.
-What you got?|-Check it out.
He and his wife are going|to some cocktail party...
ending by 8:00,|home by about 8:30.
Yeah, we'll be there|waiting for him.
Take the ring right off|his finger in his own home.
And before that?
A complete removal|of all things portable.
I'm sure we can work this out,|Judge Callahan...
if you just look|in your file there.
You have a sworn statement|from my client...
stating that he only went back|to the house in question...
to pick up|some very important stuff.
Very important stuff.
I have a good idea|what he picked up there.
Oh, you do, do you?
You don't think the rules apply|to you, do you, Mr. Fairbanks?
What?|What's he talking about?
All right, all right, all right,|that's enough.
Since you defied my order...
not to enter|the Marblehead beach house...
I have a good mind to reopen...
the entire Chapter 11|bankruptcy proceeding.
You know, you weren't so cocky|when you came to me...
with your hand out|asking me for money.
What did you say, Mr. Fairbanks?
What do you think I forgot how much|it cost me to get you elected...
by spreading stories...
about your opponent's|sexual preferences?
Oh, get some money.
I fork over, and what do you do?
You sit there|like a big, fat blob!
-Sell the house!|-Up yours, you fat pig!
And all the contents|at public auction.
Max, what did you get|so crazy for?
I'll tell you. He forgot|who the hell he paid off.
It was the other judge.|I told you.
Tread a level course.|You don't listen to me anymore.
So I forgot|we backed the other mutt.
Boy, this guy holds a grudge.
Max, you get one final visit...
to gather and remove|any personal effects.
-One final visit?|-Yep.
Max, I could come along|if you need some help.
Thanks just the same.|Dial Miss September.
Everything's gonna be fine.|The car will be here any second.
we'll go to Missy's party,|and we'll leave early.
-Right.|-Don't be so down, Maxie.
We still have|an awful lot of houses left.
Move your ass, Berger.|Don't start dragging on me.
-I got a bad feeling, Kevin.|-Come on.
Something's not right, man,|I'm telling you.
The only thing's not right|is you run out on me again, OK?
-I'm talking violence.|-I'm not leaving you, baby.
You can't get rid of me, man.|We're partners.
We're like Shaq and Kobe.|We're like Pippen and Jordan.
We're like|Rodgers and Hammerstein.
Ann Marie's been making me go|to theater lately.
-OK, I'm on the alarm.|-All right, good.
Alarm disabled.
And we're in.
Yeah, baby.
This is right out|of a Hitchcock movie.
I'm getting vertigo.
What's on your mind, Max?|Tell me.
Oh, it's that bum of a judge.
He's allowing me|one last visit to Marblehead...
to collect my belongings.
I thought maybe after the party,|I'd drop you off home...
and I'd go on out|for one last overnight.
You know what?|You've been through a lot today.
Let's forget about the party.
You go get your things.
Nobody knows me like you,|Lutetia.
All right.
OK, sounds good.
I'll just throw a few things|in an overnight bag.
-That's them, man.|-I'll come with you.
What?
In the elevator.
What the hell|are they doing back?
I don't know.
And then on to the beach house.
But--but, uh...
You know, there's no sense in|both of us going to the beach.
I insist.|That's the whole point...
It's been discussed. I'm going.
They're gone.
You don't even like|the beach house.
It's so suburban.
You are in a fragile state.
I can't bear to think of you|out there all alone.
Come on.
It'll be fun.
I--Give me a minute.
-Where the hell did they go?|-I don't know.
Dial Miss September.
Dial Miss September!
Tracey, forget about tonight.
Let's go, Max!
They're up there.|Come on, move it.
Hold it.
Sounds like there are voices|coming from the wall.
-Yeah, I don't get it.|-Stop. I'm going.
It's not too late|to change your mind.
Stop it. I insist.
Damn!
Quick, the alarm.|We gotta hurry.
Engage in three, two, one...
Damn.
Move one inch, and we're done.
There are motion detectors|everywhere.
Tell me about it, Berger.
Help me.
You sound like The Fly.
I'm sorry.
-I gotta call Windham.|-Hurry!
Windham!
Shut up! Just shut up!
I'm telling you right now,|the brakes are shot!
Shut up, will you?|You are making me nervous.
You were born nervous, and|you're making me more nervous.
-Could you please?|-That rabbit is brand-new!
I can't be spending my time|running around getting--
Will you quiet down? I'm trying|to break in to this place.
How dare you drive that fast|when we got kids in the car.
Who the hell |do you think you are?
Don't yell at me about my driving.|I was barely going over the speed limit.
Where the hell is he?
I can't hold on much longer.
I feel that way, too...
'cause my legs are dead.
I can't feel my ankles...
my knees...
Uh, my calf is swollen.
Kevin, I know this is not|the time to tell you this...
but I didn't have to pee|until right now.
Let it go, man. I won't tell.
That's what you said last time.
Why is it every time Kevin calls|we gotta drop everything...
but anytime I call,|you pretend you can't hear me?
Maybe because I like Kevin.
You take that back, or you'll|never saw me in half again.
We want ice cream!
You kids want to disappear?|I can make that happen!
Do not upset your father,|you get it?
I can never find|the right damn key.
Say thank you.
-Thank you.|-You're welcome.
Yo, I need your help, man.|This bag is too damn heavy.
I need your help, man.
I'm trying to help myself.|I can't even move my neck.
Oh, man,|this thing's unbelievable.
-I got the numbers, honey.|-I got the lock.
You're the wind|beneath my wings.
Alarm disabled.
Security disarmed.
OK, she's fixed.
I can't feel my ass.|Numby-numb.
Yeah, can you believe it?|Me and Edwina together...
ten years this September.
Yeah, ten's a big number.
We're gonna have|a big anniversary party.
We hope you can make it.|There's gonna be--
-Come on!|-Shut up!
Sure. I should be walking again|by September.
I can't believe|it lasted ten years.
I couldn't even last|ten minutes with her.
Damn, this is nice stuff.
First quality, top drawer.
I can do one of two things.
I can give you|two hundred grand cash now...
or, if you're willing|to trust me...
I could pretty much guarantee|that I can fence...
most of the valuable stuff|for a much larger figure...
and square up|with you guys later.
It's totally up to you.
We'll take the cash.
Still no luck.
Total failure.
About sixty Gs.
Oh, I got something for you.
I knew it was|your favorite color.
It's beautiful.
Oh, my God!
Where is my painting?
-Gone.|-I can't believe--
Who would do something|like this?
That sneak thief.|Don't look down.
Oh, hey, get some water,|Gloria...
and shut that damn dog up|before I do.
Park it there, OK.
All right. Oh, sweetheart.
Oh, baby. Oh, sweetie.
Here you are.
Oh, thank you, Gloria.|Here you go.
I need a cigar. Give me my--|Where are my goddamn cigars?
Perhaps the thieves|also smoke cigars.
It's become so common,|hasn't it?
Who the hell are you?
Detective Alex Tardio...
nineteenth precinct--robbery.
Alex.
That's a...
Here, pumpkin, pumpkin.
I love dogs. I have three|Bichon Frise myself.
I love Bichon Frise.
Lovely, fluffy little--
Come on.
So, how can I help you?
Help me?|I'm here to help you.
Why don't you take it upstairs,|boys?
Hey, listen, uh...
You and your wife|went away together...
to your beach house|just for the one night?
Yeah, that's right.|We're giving it up.
Selling it. I suppose|we were saying good-bye.
We're sentimental.|You know how it is.
I'm a renter.
Why are you selling the house?
It's part of a court|settlement--technical procedure.
-Bankruptcy?|-Technical procedure.
So, let's see.
When did you and your wife...
decide to make this sentimental|journey out to your beach house?
Last night.
We were on our way|to a cocktail party.
-Missy Davidson's party, right?|-Pretty thorough, huh?
That's why I get the big bucks.
Wasn't there something else|that happened...
out at your beach house|recently?
Something else?
A robbery.|Wasn't there a robbery there?
Yeah, yeah. That's--|Yeah, it was a robbery.
I--Well, in all this,|I completely forgot.
Weren't you there? In fact,|weren't you there with--
That was perfectly innocent.
You were there with the burglar,|and it was perfectly innocent?
The burglar, yeah.|I was there with the burglar.
Just me and the burglar.
Scandal and disease, Max.
OK, so,|I read the police report...
and it's all very confusing.
Confusing?
Yes, and they're both|burglaries, aren't they?
You think maybe|it was the same guy?
-I didn't say that, you did.|-Then what are you saying?
Oh, I see|all sorts of scenarios.
That was a good place|for a picture.
Like?
Like there's a house|full of valuable objects...
out at the beach that|you're not supposed to be in...
but you are,|and a burglary occurs.
And then you talk your wife|into leaving this house...
for sentimental reasons...
and when the coast is clear,|it happens again.
Are you suggesting|that I hired a thief...
to burglarize my house...
so I could collect|the insurance money?
I'm not suggesting anything.|You asked for scenarios.
You're the one|that keeps saying things.
Watch it, Mister Detective.
You come into my house|and accuse me of things?
You think I need|the insurance money?
I could buy and sell|a thousand of you.
Here, come on, baby.
The Yorkie|is an independent dog...
but a devoted companion.
And despite his small size...
he is more than willing to act|as a guardian for his master.
Buy and sell a thousand of me?|Really?
Just out of curiosity...
how much would you get|for someone like me?
You know, wholesale like that.
I can't tell|if you're trying to trap me...
or you're looking for a bribe.
What the hell was that?
All right, boys,|let's take a good look around.
Dial Earl.
Incoming!
Earl Radburn,|head of security, T.U.I.
It's Fairbanks.|We got a situation here.
Yes, sir, Mr. Fairbanks.|I'll be there at 1400.
Speak English, Earl.
It's like 2:00, 2:30|at the latest.
All right. Move your fat ass.
What a fruitcake.
$2,500 for a skirt?|What, are you insane?
That's daylight robbery.|It's like I always say, Kevin.
Everybody's in on the game|in their own way. Am I right?
-Sure, you're right.|-See? See? Listen to that.
At least|we're up front about it, OK?
These guys|invite you to Paris...
turn out some 14-year-old models|who look like boys--
I mean,|who am I to judge, right?
Pretty soon you're light|a couple hundred Gs...
flyin' back to Dallas|to your big-assed wife--
Hey, you leave my ass|out of this one.
I was talking about|a hypothetical ass.
See why I married him?|Anybody?
Yo, yo, yo.|I got information on your boy.
Fairbanks has to be|in Washington on Wednesday.
He's appearing before|some Senate subcommittee.
Something about owning|too many television stations...
in certain key markets.
It's just a formality, because|from what I can gather...
he's gonna grease up|the bums on the subcommittee...
before he even gets there.
See? It's just like I said.|Everybody's in on the game.
Then we go to Washington.|Where's he staying?
Homeboy keeps a crib|across from the Watergate.
Hold on. I'm coming.
Oh, no.|No, you're not coming.
Ann Marie, we're going.
We should go to Washington.|You're absolutely right.
Please stay out of this.|Baby stay out of it. Thank you.
You know what? Bottom line--
you're not going.
So nice you could get away|for a couple of days, boo.
Very sweet of you|to insist, boo.
Well, we're all here--|Fred, Ethel, Lucy, and Ricky--
the Mertzes and Ricardos|go to Washington.
Lucy, don' do that to me!
Stress. That's the killer.
You can't think straight.
You get all tight and confused.
Lower.
That is as low|as I'm gonna go...
until you make|a commitment, Max.
You knew I was married...
when we started|this relationship, Tracey.
I meant a commitment|to getting me an audition...
with Entertainment Tonight.
Oh, that.
Well, let me be perfectly clear|about that.
You have no talent.
What the hell|did you do that for?
-You have no respect.|-Well, why should I respect you?
Oh, my head's ringing. Oh, oh!|My whole head is ringing.
Massaging you|is like kneading dough...
and as for the sex,|let me be honest.
It was like sleeping|with a damp sheep.
Asshole.
She's just upset|because I'm dumping her.
Eleven more months|where she came from, sir.
Right.|What I want to know, Earl...
is what are you doing|about this schmeggege...
keeps breaking into my houses?
I have my people|working on it...
people you don't need|to know about...
and if they could find|a certain blue dress...
and they by God did, they can|find this weasel like that.
Max, why not just give back|the goddamn ring?
We've got bigger fish to fry.|It's not your ring.
-It's not mine?|-No, it's not your ring.
You stole it. Give it back.
This wacko breaks into my house|and tries to steal my stuff...
and this isn't my ring, Walter?
Spoils of war.
Spoils of war.|Right. Goddamn right, Earl.
Max, you've got|a lot of business...
in gray areas at the moment.
You're letting a small-timer...
distract you|from the bigger picture.
Sometimes you have to give back|a little to get a lot.
It ain't gonna happen, Walter.|It is not gonna happen.
I want to go home!
What does this look like,|a taxi?
Dial Lutetia.
Ah! Now we're in business.
OK.|To hell with the monuments.
Here we go. Savvy shopping|in the nation's capital.
We're gonna go to Georgetown.|You're gonna freak out.
Oh, man, it's a bad angle.
I can't get a clear look|at his place from here.
So, hey, how are you guys|gonna get past the doorman?
Nothin' fancy.
Just stroll right in|like we own the place.
Welcome to Potomac House.
Our apartments|on the east side...
have magnificent views|of the capitol.
Our penthouse suites|are five thousand square feet...
and have three hundred and sixty|degree vistas...
but, of course, there...
we're talking about|quite a bit of money.
Salaam. Salaam. Kuwait.
No, no, no, no, no, no.|I most humbly apologize.
However, there seems|to be a confusion...
because the prince|would like to know...
how much|for the entire building.
Wait. Let me see is correct.
-Hassim yassi.|-Correct.
I'm not sure that's possible.
Get up! Oh, maladar! Ah-kleck!
Salaam, salaam, salaam.|He say, "For right amount...
camel can dance up pyramid."
It loses something|in translation.
Why don't you take the elevator|up to the penthouse suite...
and I'll gather|some of my people together...
and meet you up there.
Make yourselves at home.
It may be your home.
Home.
Go.|Give her big bug, beef jerky?
Mine, all mine.
He say|he would like to hump you...
but we are|on a very tight schedule.
Salaam aleichem.
Come on, Berger.
Is anybody home?
What are you looking at?
Nothing. You just look great|in a tablecloth, man.
Not a lot of people|could pull it off.
I mean, look at Arafat.|I mean, look at me.
I look like|I should be driving a cab.
Damn.|So this is Max's D.C. pad, huh?
Mebala.
Maxie? Maxie waxie?
Your friends are here.
-Watch your step, sir.|-Whoa! I'm all right.
We'll meet back at my place|to prep for the hearing.
All right, Max.
Earl, you call me the minute|you hear anything, you got it?
On it.
Wonder where lard-ass is.
Hello? Are you there?
Max, it's Gloria.
Pick up, Max.
We're in the clear.|It's the phone.
Are you there?
Well, I just wanted to let you|know the money is in your desk.
I mean, the contributions|for the senators.
You may want to call me|for a reading with the cards.
It's a PAC,|just like Shelly said.
You still need me for the cards,|don't you, baby?
So sad.
The marrying maiden.
What the hell's|that got to do with me?
The ring.
The thief.
The castle.
The thief is in the castle.|Dial Earl.
Got it. Here they are.
Look at that.
See, you can't outright|just bribe these senators.
You gotta give the money|to these PACs.
PACs. I don't know.|It stands for something.
Why don't you just save it|for the senators?
-Wait. Wait, wait.|-Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?
Earl, he's in my place.|He's at my apartment.
Get the cops|and meet me over there.
I'm going up the back way.
Welcome back, Mr. Fairbanks.
"...this, and eat shit.|Love, Max."
A hundred and fifteen thousand|dollars cash.
-The greatest crime.|-Maybe we should go, huh?
What, and leave the ring?
-Welcome back, Mr. Radburn.|-Not now.
-Come on, let's go. Come on.|-Stop worrying, OK?
I gotta get this ring.
That's easy for you to say.|You don't have a prison record.
I got some good undershirts,|didn't I?
Oh, my God. Kevin.
I told you,|let's get out of here.
What?
-I knew this was gonna happen.|-Berger's got his pager. Hold on.
God, I'm hard.
Earl Radburn,|head of security, T.U.I.
Come on, let's go out the back.
It's me, you idiot.
Sorry,|but they went out the back!
I came up the back. Moron.
Oh, my goodness.|Well, you have to hold it in.
-Let's get the hell out of here!|-Going out the back, huh?
I'm gonna call the cell phone.
Come on. We got the money.|Let's go, let's go.
You really need help, man,|I'm telling you.
Aah! Oh, you got me!
-Berger, what's going on?|-Take a good look at me, huh?
It's kind of hard to describe.|Look, I gotta go.
Talk to me!
Yeah, look at you,|falling all over yourself. Ah!
You brought it--Aah!
Look at you! Oh!
The wrong damn ring?
Amber,|I got the wrong finger, OK?
His damn wedding ring.
Baby, say something.
You ain't said a word to me|since we left Washington.
Can I get some convo?
OK. I have never been so scared|in my whole life.
All right, now, calm down, OK?
I know it was sort of unusual.
Unusual?|Oh, come on, Kevin.
There were guns.|There were cops.
Well, it's really not that bad|when you're in the middle of it.
You know, your adrenaline|gets to pumping so hard...
you really don't think about--
-The consequences?|-Yeah, yeah, the consequences.
Kevin, this has got to stop.
You don't need to prove|that you love me.
I know you do...
and I don't care about that|stupid ring, do you hear me?
I just want you.
Well, then, don't worry.|You got me.
So you'll forget|about the ring, then?
Amber,|I'll forget about the ring.
It's forgotten.
Excuse me!
Hey, what's up, girls?|How you doin'?
Sorry.
Yo, Jack. It's after 7:00.
You seen your nephew|by the name of Kevin?
No. What your rappin' ass|want with him?
Later, man.
Son of a bitch crazy.
-That's twice you ran out on me.|-I know, but I'm sor--
Oh, it was funny how you never|cramp up when you gotta run.
Kevin, I got low potassium, man.|When I don't eat my bananas...
I cramp up, dog. You know that.|Come on, man.
Wait. What are you gonna do|with that doughnut?
Oh, you want this?|Run get that.
Yo, Kev,|thanks for the breakfast, man.
-Here. You got that?|-No doubt.
Hey, come on. Let's see it.|Let's see it, man.
All right, cool.|Bam! Done!
See? I came through, man.|If it wasn't for me...
That's what so great|about this country.
We're hand in hand,|synergistically...
going forward into the future.
That's the way it is.|It's give and take...
and that's the way we feel|at T.U.I.
You make a compelling point,|Mr. Fairbanks. Please continue.
Thank you, senator.|As I was saying...
restrictive monopoly laws...
are choking communications|companies like mine.
If T.U.I. can dominate a market,|why hold us back?
T.U.I. provides employment...
which in turn provides|tax revenues...
in large markets|and in small alike.
I contend that the laws|that limit ownership...
of television stations by|telecommunications companies...
are punitive and wrong.
What's with Mount Rushmore|up there?
Guess who, shit box.
Ooh, it's the little thief.
I beg your pardon?
No, I'm not talking to you.
Oh, man, I made, what,|two hundred grand robbing you?
I wouldn't call that|"little" anything.
State of mind.
What are you yammering about,|Mr. Fairbanks?
I'm not talking to you.|Excuse me.
Well, let me tell you|what state of mind I'm in.
My lady's getting sick and tired|of this whole thing...
so I thought it would be easier|for the both of us...
if you just|give me back my ring...
and I give you back yours.
Now, nod your head...
'cause I'm watching|your little ass on TV.
TV? Which camera? This camera?
Exactly. That one right there.
Hold your head up...
'cause you got that|double chin thing happening.
Damn, that's cold.
Take a good look,|you [Bleep] asshole.
Does this look like the face|of a man who got where he is...
by giving [bleep] away?|[Bleep] you.
Mr. Fairbanks.
Cussing on TV. He cussing on TV.|He dying.
I think he's angry.|I think he's perturbed.
-Mr. Fairbanks--|-Walter--
-Hang up the phone!|-Mr. Fairbanks!
Just a minute.
It looks like the face of a man|who don't have a damn clue.
-I took your PAC money.|-Oh, yeah?
That's why all those little|fat white asses...
ain't rolling over for you.
Mr. Fairbanks,|a little respect, please.
-Just a minute.|-Now, you give me my ring...
-and I'll leave you alone.|-I'm addressing you.
Well, you know what you can do,|scumbucket?
-You can [bleep] my [bleep].|-Mr. Fairbanks!
Now, that's what|I'm talking about.
C-SPAN's gotten better.
All right, that's it.
The ring's|coming off your finger...
if I got to cut it off.
Oh, yeah? [Bleep] you|and [bleep] your girlfriend.
My girlfriend?
This is a senate subcommittee,|Mr. Fairbanks.
[Bleep] you, [bleep] you,|[bleep] you.
I love democracy.
That's what I call|entertainment.
I told you this no-good gonif...
was gonna make|a fool out of you.
Look what you've done|over a stupid goddamn ring.
I could've fixed the PAC thing.|You blew a whole market.
You blew millions.|I hope you're satisfied.
Walter, why don't you|go see a doctor...
and ask him if he can find|some ghostly outline...
where your balls used to be...
and then plead with him|to stitch another pair back on?
Stop the car, please.
What?
Max, I have been your lawyer|for twenty years.
I have taken|your degrading insults...
and your petty mockeries.
I have stood by you...
while you've bent the law and|while you've broken the law...
because there's|something fascinating...
in seeing how low you can go...
and I felt a genuine kind|of pity for someone so driven.
But if you're gonna continue...
to play|this idiotic schoolyard game...
over a cheap and ugly,|by the way, ring...
this is the end of the line.|I am getting off the bus.
Limo.
Screw you, Max,|and the limo you rode in on.
Where are you going?
Come on. Get back in the car.
Go with him. Go with him.|Walter.
Come on.
You can't walk all the way home.|What are you going to do?
Guess I went a little|too far this time, Earl.
Yes, sir.
-You've been hacked.|-What?
One of my people found out...
our "friend" has been able|to track your whereabouts...
by intercepting your e-mails.
Why, that little son of a--
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.|This could be good, Earl.
Yeah, because now we can|control the situation.
We can let him know exactly|what we want him to know.
Bring him right to us.
You're one crafty bastard, Earl.
Thank you, sir.
If the boys at the Pentagon|had had your faith in me...
there'd be a Disney World|in Cuba right now.
All right. Go on.
The driver gave us a pretty good|description of the robbers.
Too good. I've done some costume|design in community theater...
so I've seen my share|of bad acting.
Assign one of our people...
to shadow|the driver and his assistant.
It's too tempting when one is|around that much cash every day.
You got it, detective.
Oh, there he is. Hey, Tardio.
Got all these files you asked|for concerning Fairbanks.
-Thank you, Jerry.|-No problem.
Didn't I see you at the Ice|Capades show last Monday?
Come on, Tardio.|I don't do Ice Capades.
The shoes say butch,|but the socks say...
"Hi, how you doin'?"
-Hey, Jack.|-Hey, baby.
-Where's Amber?|-She asked for the day off.
I knew she was upset.
Amber got a pretty good|head on her shoulders.
Maybe you need to listen|to what she has to say.
You don't even like Amber.
Amber and I happen to agree|on this one...
so therefore I say she OK.
-But?|-But?
But you making this thing|personal with this Fairbanks...
and that's bad for business.
And that's the first thing|I taught you about this game.
Kevin, I got two words for you.
-Bankruptcy auction.|-What?
I just got off the phone|with Shelly.
-He hacked into their e-mail.|-Talk to me.
Fairbanks is gonna be|at his beach house...
for a bankruptcy auction|the day after tomorrow...
and after, he's gonna be out of|the country for a couple months.
Leave it alone, son.|This is your old uncle Jack.
If you only listen to me|one time...
for the rest of your life,|listen to me now.
Take it from a man|who raised you from a pup.
Let it go. I seen other guys|go down the road you're going...
and you know|what they call that? Dead end.
Let it go, Kevin.|Goddamn, Kevin, let it go.
Seven million dollars worth|of art, jewelry, and antiques.
I'll drive. Hand me my keys over|there, right underneath there.
Come on, Lutetia.|Don't worry about it.
Nobody even watches|these hearings. Excuse me.
You've gone too far, Max.|Swearing on TV?
You make a fool|out of yourself...
publicly humiliate|the both of us...
and put your entire company|at risk, for what?
Some trinket|out of a crackerjack box?
Look, when I catch|this little putz--
Don't come home, Max.
-What?|-You're a jerk. Grow up.
Where's my lover? All right.
Berger was looking for you.
He found me.
How you doin'?
You're going, aren't you?
Look, Amber,|you gave me something.
I lost it.|I can't have that between us.
Well, I would much rather|have that between us...
than two inches of glass|at some state prison.
I'm sorry, you know?|A man in my position--
You know, you have always|said this is about me.
This has never been|anything more...
than a juvenile|dick-measuring contest.
Wait a minute. If this was|a dick-measuring contest...
I'd be declared the winner.
Baby elephant trunk.
Baby, I'm just playing.
You know|I'm just messing with you.
Kevin, grow up.
He's making me nuts. I don't|know what to do with him.
-So, what's the pre-nup like?|-There isn't one.
Then divorce him.|Cream the bastard.
Oh, I don't know. I don't know|what this says about me...
but I'm kind of fond|of the old dog.
I mean, s--
-Is Jack inside?|-I think so.
Man trouble?
It's always man trouble.
Well, now you got|woman trouble, too.
That's my jacket.|What are you doing with it?
-You're the thief's wife.|-The thief?
-Your husband stole my ring.|-What?
That was my ring,|and I gave it to my boyfriend.
You want your jacket?|Have your jacket.
Wait a minute.
Pull daddy like a chariot.
Look, kids.|Oh, what a beautiful child!
-Thanks.|-Boy? Girl? Doesn't matter.
Lovely child. So innocent.
Damn. Where's that lens?
-What a nice surprise.|-Yes, it is, isn't it?
Hey, you feel like|taking a walk?
Sounds good,|but I got to go see an optician.
Yeah. You know, right now|my eye is acting up.
You're a little blurry|right now.
Really? Is that blurry?
Uh, no. I see that just fine.
That's good. Relax, would you?
This is just an overlap|of two connected worlds.
You never cross your line,|I never cross mine.
Know what I mean, Kevin?
-Damn!|-Just gas. Poor little thing.
Even in the outdoors, huh?
So what's new, Kevin?
Uh, nothing.|Just playing at golf.
Doing that Tiger Woods thing.
You?
Oh, busy. There's still|a lot of crime out there.
Well, I'm sorry|to hear about that.
Especially|after all your efforts.
It can be time-consuming.
I guess that's why I never|took up a sport like you.
Although for some reason...
I've always been drawn|to figure skating.
Speaking of crime, do you know|what crime I hate the most?
-Insurance fraud.|-Oh, yeah? Why's that?
Because the crook is using me.
"Oh, detective,|they took everything...
"and here's the list|of the stolen items...
"and can I have|that docket number...
"so I can claim|my insurance money?"
Nothing makes me angrier|than trying to solve a case...
that never happened.
So you think you got a burglary|that doesn't smell right?
Big townhouse. Beacon Hill.
I'm wondering if the arrogant|son of a bitch bankrupt bum...
who owns the place
maybe didn't set it up himself.
Yeah, well...
I didn't--I didn't hear nothing|about no scam...
but if I do, I'll let you know.
Do you still blink when you're|not telling the truth, Kevin?
Must be the contact lenses.|Walkies.
Come on, Pix.|We gotta get you a bran muffin.
We're getting everybody|bran muffins. Good, good.
Be cool.
Mr. Man.
Gloria, what the hell|are you doing here?
I drove out here because there's|something I need to tell you.
Here, pick one.
Any one.
-Yep. There it is again.|-What does it mean?
The guy's got five daggers|in his head.
What do you think it means?
How bad is it?
I guess a guy with six daggers|in his head would be worse...
but they don't make that card.
It just keeps coming up.
Why the hell didn't you tell me?
Would you have listened to me?|Do you ever listen to anybody?
Max, put a stop to all of this.|No good is gonna come of it.
-I can't.|-Why?
I can't, I can't, I can't!
Once a man in my position|gives in...
lets his defenses down...
is weak for one single moment,|he's dead.
Dead, you understand?
That's the way it is|with animals in the jungle...
that's the way it is with me.
Oh, cut the crap, Max.|It's only a ring.
A silly, stupid ring!
Yeah, and a bone|is just a bone...
until two lions decide...
that only one of them|is gonna walk away with it.
You know what your problem is?|You always have to win.
You figure out|what it is you want...
and then you'll do anything|to get it...
and when you get it,|you toss it aside...
and move on to the next thing.
I loved you, Max.
I knew who you were,|and I still loved you.
Who else can say that?
You know who you are, and you|can barely tolerate yourself.
Nobody talks to me that way.|Nobody.
-I do!|-That turns me on.
No! Get off me!
Ow! What?
You're doing it again,|you horny little bastard.
Give me a hand.|You hurt my back.
No. I quit, Max. |Good-bye.
Come on. Glor--
You quit? |You're fired!
There goes|your medical and your dental!
You know what? I don't need it.
And I don't need you.
All right.
-Hello, hello.|-Buzz off.
I was--
Compound secure, chief.
Come here.
I am so flattered, sir.
I've thought about this, too.|More than once.
But honestly,|an employer and employee--
what are the percentages?
I just want you to help me up.|I hurt my back.
That was a joke, by the way,|and--and a good one.
Goddamn vultures|are starting to circle.
Make yourselves at home,|scumbags!
Calm down, Max. You're gonna|give yourself a coronary.
I don't have coronaries.|I give them.
Well, I know|this is tough for you...
so I just called|to wish you well.
My therapist won't be happy|about that, but what can I say?
I have a soft spot for you.
Well, thanks, Lutetia,|I appreciate it.
You might be an asshole, Max,|but you're my asshole.
Thanks again.
-Masseuse.|-I didn't order a masseuse.
I sent her over.
I thought you might need|to relax.
You sent me a masseuse?
The therapeutic kind, Max...
not the kind you're used to.
I-I'll call you later, Lutetia.|Thanks.
It's all right, sweetie.
I'll get back|and check the tube, sir.
We're gonna nail this thief...
just so bad|you won't even believe it.
Yeah, yeah, go nail him.
About last night,|I just want you to know--
-Get out of here!|-All right, sir.
Yes. I'll do it.
Wonderful.
Yeah, come here, baby.
Must go walkies in the park|one day--
my dogs and yours.
-Excuse me.|-Go away.
Can't do it, sir.
Sorry, sir.|I heard the groaning...
but I'm afraid we need you.|The auction's about to start.
-Any sign of him?|-Not yet.
Would you like|a little massage oil?
Ooh, yeah.|A little massage oil.
More is coming. I shall return.
-Hey, how's it going?|-Good.
Coconut shrimps are flying|like hotcakes. Hey, wait.
You hitting that champagne?|Your eyes look funny.
No, it's my allergies.
Don't get up.
Ladies and gentlemen...
please take your seats.
Mr. Boyle regrets|that he cannot be here...
to conduct the auction|as planned...
due to a last minute|emergency...
and has graciously sent us...
his associate|Mr. Heinrich Haffmueller...
in his stead.|Mr. Haffmueller.
Here we are. Welcome|und bienvenue to our auction.
My associate|is bringing the first item.
Lot 720. A pair of...
-Chinese.|-Chinese...
-Women.|-Women.
If you brought that crap in|our trailer, I swear to God...
I'd throw it|right out the front door.
We'll start the bidding|at One thousand dollars.
Five thousand dollars.
We'll start the bidding|at five thousand dollars.
Yes, five thousand dollars.|Thank you.
Do I hear six thousand dollars?
Yes, six thousand dollars|from the man.
Do I hear seven thousand?|Seven thousand dollars?
Earl, where the hell is he?
He'll show himself. Just one|thing out of the ordinary...
and my men will be on him|like a--Iike a...
Sold! Wunderbar! I love it!
All right, check it out.
Alarm system, security cameras.|Yo, I'm plugged into everything.
Do I hear thirty?|Thirty thousand dollars?
Oh, wait a minute,|wait a minute.
The fraulein with the large hat|has something to say?
Oh, let's make it fifty.
-I've got a helicopter to catch.|-Sold!
Come on, Earl, you've got...
all this expensive equipment|in here.
I want some results.
One false move, believe me,|and my men will be all over him.
Uh, team leader to eagle one,|team leader to eagle one.
Got anything yet?
Nothing yet, sir.|Nothing at all.
Surprise, surprise.
Wow, wow. I could do|this shit all day.
Do I hear thirty?|Thirty thousand dollars?
-Forty.|-Sold!
Goddamn! Forty!
All right, we're going to go|to our next item.
Do I hear $15,000?|Do I hear $16,000?
-Nineteen.|-Sold!
-Thirty-four!|-Sold!
-Our next item is--|-Renoir!
Renoir, oh, my God!|I got coasters!
Sold!
Thank you, lord.
He'll show himself.|Believe me, sir.
When? When? I want to know when.|I want him now.
Come on, Earl, I want something.
What am I bid|for this lovely item?
Hmm? This wonderful|eighteen-karat yellow gold...
Daytona Rolex watch?
Will you slow down?
Look, it's almost 2:00.|You gotta move your fat ass.
Hey, that hurts my feelings.
Oh, what feelings?|You got no feelings.
-I lost ten pounds today!|-Yeah? Where, your toenails?
-Just give me the box.|-I'll give you the box.
-My God, that's thing's heavy!|-You know why it's heavy!
Would you please--|Oh, I love that fat bastard.
I got so many nice things.
Really? I'm happy for you.
We'll start the bidding|for the Rolex at $10,000.
Do I hear ten thousand dollars?
Yo, big Max, now it's on.
It's 2:00,|and it's time for the bomb.
Hey, how you doing?
Listen, Max...
I'm sure by the time you see|this you're gonna be pissed...
but I want to thank you...
for having a brother|back at your beach house.
I'd like to report a fire|at the Fairbanks estate.
Twenty-five Harbor Heights|in Marblehead.
Big fire.|Fire!
You son of a--
Code red. Repeat--code red!
-Fire!|-Fire!
Code red!
Are you ready for the mayhem?|Bam!
Hustle, boys, hustle!
Come on. Come on.
Where is he?
Didn't I tell you|you could do it?
Look at the mess I caused.|Wait'll I tell the kids.
Tell them, tell them.
Hey, with this watch I can move|into a white neighborhood now.
-Probably.|-Pull this truck out!
-Come on, let's go!|-Yes, sir. Where's Kevin?
Just go, just go.|He's used to it, trust me.
-Fellas, we rich.|-Yeah, we're rich!
-Filthy rich.|-I can't believe it!
I deserve it!
# It's the underground kid,|# I be hacking from the van
# And everywhere I go they|# screamin' Shelly Nix the man
# Yo, Shelly Nix the man,|# yo, Shelly Nix the man
Where are you,|you son of a bitch?!
Where the hell is he?
No, get off of me!|No, leave me alone!
I'm looking for somebody.
Let go of me! Let go of me!
Max! Oh, I love this. Max!
I'm sorry, Max.
I'm all right, OK?
You understand? I'm OK!
Jesus!
Son of a...
bitch!
You think you're getting away.
Your ass is mine!
Your ass is mine!
Stinking thief!
Oh, my!
You're not getting away.
-Get off me!|-Give to me!
Give me it, you son of a bitch!
Give me that ring.
-Oh, shit! Man!|-There's water!
Wait, wait. This ain't the ring.
-Wait are you trying to pull?|-That ain't the ring!
What do you mean,|that ain't the ring?
Whoa, water!
-Look.|-What?
-This has an inscription inside.|-Inscription?
Yeah, it says, "Grow up."
My lady said that to me.
My wife told me the same thing.
Damn! Lutetia did this.
She got that masseuse to oil it|right off my finger.
You--you joking, right?
Let me see that.
We're going down, man.
Max Fairbanks?
Max Fairbanks?|That's right. It's me...
and I'm arresting you|under suspicion...
of bankruptcy|and insurance fraud.
Prove it!
Oh! A woman scorned.
Kevin Caffrey.
Is that you?
Hey! What up, Tardio?
Kevin, what are you doing here?
Well, uh...
I swam out...
when I saw that my fellow man|was in trouble.
He's a total stranger.
Never saw him before!|Trés bizarre.
Oh, yes. Trés bizarre.
Not as bizarre as you.
Thanks, Max.|I owe you one, man.
Ah, don't mention it.
You and me,|we both love the game.
There's no need to be penalized|for that.
OK, come to Tardio.
Go get 'em, boys and girls.
-Yes, sir.|-OK.
-Hey, hey, hey!|-Hey, hey, nothing.
That's my man. Go get her.
You? The masseuse?
I massaged that baby right off|his hairy little finger.
His wife and I|decided you two had it coming.
You're amazing.
See that ring?
I think it's got|the wrong kind of luck.
-Throw it away.|-Throw it away?
-We worked so hard to--|-Throw it away.
Gone.
This is Kerry Kilbride|reporting from Washington...
where just moments ago|a Senate committee ended...
its long-standing|investigation...
into the alleged media|and broadcasting monopoly...
of billionaire businessman|Max Fairbanks.
Through a series of quick and|effective legal maneuverings...
Mr. Fairbanks|and his attorney...
have taken|the wind out of the sails...
of the Senate committee.
Shook 'em down.
Brother hoodwinked|the entire Senate committee.
That's my boy.
Put on your rubber boots,|'cause here comes the bullshit.
We now go directly to the scene|with Tracey Kimberly.
This is Tracey Kimberly...
reporting live|from the capitol...
where we have just witnessed|a stunning turn of events...
orchestrated by|a relatively unknown lawyer...
from the firm|of Whiteman, Small, Johnson.
-Whiteman, Small, Johnson?|-What do you mean by that?
Here he comes now.
Oh, look! That's my boy!|Look, he on TV?
Yo, look at that!|He got that big--
Oh, no, he didn't!
I'd like to say|power to the people.
Let's rise up.|A quick shout out to my mama.
Mama, I love you.
Mr. Fairbanks,|do you have a statement?
Ladies and gentlemen,|I was dragged through the mud...
I was tarred and feathered|in the streets.
-Can we get an "Oop" up in here?|-Up in here!
I was bent over and stuffed|like a Christmas goose.
Can I get an "Ouch!|That's hurts"?
Ouch! That hurts!
But in the end,|the senators saw the truth--
that I'm an honest|and legitimate businessman.
Counselor, what exactly was your|game plan going in there today?
Well, my brethren...
I'm not one to stand up here|and conversate out of my ass...
nor am I gonna stand up here|and jerk you all off.
Besides the precedents|of Roe vs. Wade...
uh, my Uncle Ray-Ray|vs. the Dairy Queen...
I knew I had to get it|on the inside...
to the big man|for the easy lay-up.
I am full of de facto...
habeas corpus|emancipation proclamation.
I also have|a very, very big pro bono.
Baby, it runs in the family.
What do you believe changed|the senators' minds?
Fourscore, darling!
Yeah, I mean, hey,|everybody makes mistakes...
even senators.
Are you implying|there were improprieties...
on behalf of the senators?
Hey, man, I am a black male...
not a blackmailer.
Nobody's perfect.
Isn't that right,|Senator Richards?
-Senator Richards!|-Senator!
Well, heh heh! I owe you one.
Yeah. Hey, don't mention it.
You just take care of yourself.
-Hey, right on.|-Right on!
What a guy.
Son of a bitch!
You stole my lucky watch!
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