Good morning. Room service. Mm- hm.
Certainly. About 15 minutes. Yes, sir, thank you for calling.
- What do I do? - Take this tray where I tell you.
- And then? - And then nothing.
You take the tray up, knock on the door...
...you give him the tray and you come back down here.
That too much for you?
Hi.
All right.
- Thanks. - Down with the ball...
...back at his own 44.
I guess there's a reason they call him Roughhouse Durant....
Now what do I do?
- Go home. - That's it?
So?
How are you?
Just blew up a hotel. How the hell do you think I am?
Well, everybody at headquarters, especially Kaufman, is very happy.
I just thought you'd like to know that.
Fabulous.
So, uh, I hear you've met somebody.
What's he like?
He's really great. He's really great.
I never would have met him if it hadn't been for you.
- I have to meet him. - What?
Yeah. It's, uh, just a routine checkup.
- I can't. - Just invite me to dinner, okay?
No. No.
Just invite me to dinner.
Uncle Bob.
You must be J.P.
Oh, you shouldn't.
Hey, you should've.
Come on.
I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to meet you, Uncle Bob.
I haven't met any of her family.
- Claudia. - Claudia.
Wow.
- Long time no see. - Uncle Bob.
Mm. You look, uh....
You look great. Really great.
Thanks.
- Can we get you--? - Something to drink?
Uh....
Scotch. Scotch would be nice.
Oh, here. These are from Uncle Bob.
- Oh, great. - She looks really beautiful.
- Must be something to do with you. - It is.
You know, you're older than I thought.
I bet you're not the youngest photographer honking his photos in town.
That's true. That's true.
But most other guys are just out of high school. They have no experience.
Well, he may not be the youngest, but he's certainly the cutest.
So....
How old are you, Uncle Bob?
I'm, um, 37.
- So that makes you, uh.... - Thirteen years older.
It was really funny. The other day I was reading something, it was really--
It's actually closer to 14. Her birthday's in three months.
What exactly is the point, P.J.?
- J.P. - You guys.
Wait a minute.
Take it easy. Why don't you just arm- wrestle right now and get it over with?
J.P.: What was she like when she was little?
I mean, I ask her all the time. She never talks about herself. No details, nothing.
- Well, let me see.... - What?
He just wanted to know what you were like when you were a little girl.
J.P., you promised.
- She hates questions. - Do I ask you questions?
No, I wish you would, though.
- Can't we just drop it? J.P.: Why don't we not this time.
Look, damn it! Don't you fucking get it? I don't want to talk about it!
I didn't drag my ass all the way from the gutter in Kansas City to take shit from you!
I thought you were from Chicago.
Uh, Kansas City.
She was born in Kansas City but, uh, raised in Chicago.
I used to see her during the summers on this farm that my uncle owned.
You didn't know she spent summers on a farm, did you?
Well, she did.
I remember-- I remember one summer...
...the, uh, local kids-- Thanks.
--the kids' family owned this, uh, mare.
She was...
...black as a raven's wing, completely wild. Remember? They called her Beauty.
She was, uh, trained as a trotter, but she had never really been ridden.
Anyway, the kids told Claudia that she had to ride Beauty...
...that it was like an initiation, the kind of thing that they all had to do.
Anyway, one day, I remember...
...about noon...
...it was really, really hot.
We heard this scream.
We ran outside, and--
And there was Claudia.
Claudia...
...bareback on this wild horse.
Well, the horse went completely crazy. Bucked, reared.
She hung on.
She just gritted her teeth, dug her heels in...
...and she hung on.
And, by God, she rode that horse.
I guess that's how I remember her, really.
This slip of a girl on a wild black horse.
She was so beautiful.
She was so beautiful that she gleamed.
Do you know what I mean?
That's really you, then.
That's what I thought you'd be like.
By the way...
...did, uh, Claudia tell you what I do?
No.
I'm in the travel business.
Well, I'm a partner in a travel agency...
...and I've got these two tickets here, if, uh, you'd like to take them.
They're for New Orleans for the Mardi Gras.
- Ha. - Thought you might like to go.
You're so sweet.
I'll enjoy thinking of both of you there.
I will.
Coming through!
- I'm hungry! - We gotta get out of here!
MAGGIE: This is crazy!
We gotta go!
Yeah!
Whoa!
Hey.
Let's go to the hotel.
Wait. Let's try here.
Try here.
Yeah. Down here.
Can't we just eat here?
The food is crappy. I know that place is close by here.
MAGGIE: You better be right.
Well, it might be that, uh....
It's, uh....
Oh, yeah. I saw it over here.
What do you want?
We want your money.
Maybe y'all could help us out with a little something to eat, huh?
Me and my friend, we real hungry now.
Real good. We want all your money.
- Go to hell. - Hey....
Come on.
- So wild. What the hell was that? - I don't know.
You beat the hell out of them. You didn't even give me a chance.
It was just a reflex.
You've got some reflexes. Where'd you learn to do that?
Well, I, uh....
I-- I took-- Ha, ha. I just-- I don't know.
I guess I took a self- defense class once when I was just a girl.
I'm so hungry.
I gotta have food.
- What is it? It's 5, right? - Mm- hm.
- Room service. May I help you? - Hello?
Hi, uh-- Ha- ha- ha! Oh!
- This is Room 30. - Uh- huh?
Yeah. Um, uh....
- I'd like to order some food, please. - All right. Go ahead.
Could I-- Could I have, um, uh, a couple of chicken salads...
...and a couple of pieces of pecan pie...
...and, um, also what kind of soda do you have?
- We have light-- - Oh.
Okay. All right, well, then, I guess I'll have the, um....
I'll take Pepsi.
Could I have four bottles of that or cans or whatever because we get thirsty after sex.
- Okay. - Okay.
Kiss my neck.
J.P.: Okay.
Kiss it harder.
- Yes? - Nina?
Yes?
The bathroom cabinet has a hidden compartment.
All-- All right.
Then make it two pieces of chocolate rum cake.
They're all out of pecan pie.
Okay, we're out of this joint.
Uh, I gotta take a bath. I feel really dirty.
Just if you could just wait for room service, please.
Nina in position.
First item's under the sink.
- Assembly completed. - Open the window.
- There's no handle. - Open the window.
- Claudia? - Yeah?
You know what I've been thinking?
What?
I've got a really good idea.
What?
Just thinking we could make Bob's present an engagement present.
Save the poor slob some money.
Okay.
What do you say, you wanna do it? Make it formal?
Honey?
The limousine.
Take aim on the limousine.
We're waiting for further instructions.
I asked you a question. Don't you think I deserve an answer?
In a minute.
Just how I always imagined it. Proposing through a door.
Claudia?
Christ, what is it with you?
Can you say something.
Say, "Go to hell, J.P." Tell me you love me...
...or "get lost" or whatever. Just answer me, okay?
Room service.
- How many targets? - One.
- What's he look like? - I haven't been informed yet.
- How y'all enjoying beautiful Mardi Gras? - Real well. Thanks.
Target visible in five seconds.
- Thanks. Sure. - Y'all come back and see us, you hear?
Which one is it?
I don't have that data yet.
So you got nothing to say to me, huh?
Which target, damn it?
AGENT: The woman.
The woman in white.
Claudia.
The woman in white, I said.
Claudia.
The fucking woman!
What gives with you?
What the hell's going on?
What's this?
So you got nothing to say to me?
A while ago, I did something really bad.
And I came through it, but I'm always gonna be paying for it.
Okay, it's okay.
It's in the past. You can just let it go.
I can't.
But you've got to believe me.
If I'm secretive...
...I've got my reasons.
For now, I'll take that.
But for now.
Students, this is a defensive tactic. Watch me.
Kick. Punch.
So how was New Orleans?
Everything you touch turns to shit.
Why would you send me on a job with J.P.? What happens to him if he finds out?
Listen, Maggie, I know it wasn't an easy job.
You're so pathetic. Listen to you.
You stand there with that little smile. Drop the fucking mask for once.
- Listen, Maggie. - Fuck you! That was my last job.
You stupid, ignorant little girl.
Do you think you can decide you don't want to play anymore?
I mean, where the fuck do you think you are?
Christ, haven't you heard anything that I've said?
- I mean it. - You don't know.
- I'm through! I'm out! - Which word do you not understand?
There is no out. There is no through. There is no out!
Bob, you gotta help me.
I can't do this. I can't live like this anymore.
Don't you like me well enough to help me?
Like you?
I know...
...you like that you made me into something different.
But you're not looking close enough.
I am different.
Help me be better.
Please, Bob, let me go.
You know who Fahd Bahktiar is?
He's one of the richest men in the world.
Right now he's peddling nuclear information to the Middle East.
I need a woman for this one, Maggie. It's the kind of job you were trained for.
I want you to do three things.
Impersonate his girlfriend so you can get into his house.
Take the disk that he's been sending the data on, and then destroy his computer.
And number three:
I want you to take him out.
If I do this job, if I bring this off...
...will you do what you can to help me get out?
No.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
Would you take these, John? Thanks.
Maggie! What a pleasure!
How are you?
Does anybody ever get out?
Thank you, John. I'll do the rest.
Were you like me once? Would they let you leave if you wanted to?
Happiness in life comes from braiding together what one would like to have...
...with what is inevitable.
Stop that shit. Stop talking like that and answer me!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I don't want to be rude to you. You were the only one who was nice to me.
Just please, could you tell me?
Could you just leave if you wanted to?
Just get on a plane and disappear?
To tell the truth, dear...
...I don't know. It's a possibility that never entered my mind.
You won't tell Bob I came?
Thank you.
- Oh. You look tired. - Ha, ha. I am.
- You want a back rub? - Yeah.
- With the hypnotic fantasy oil? - Yeah.
All right.
- On the bed. - Oh.
- I'll be right back. - Good.
Hello, Maggie.
These are copies of the photographs I gave you.
Amanda says that you, uh....
Ahem. That you dropped them.
I don't think I can do it.
If you pull this job off for me...
...I'll see what I can do to help you.
See the, uh, upstairs corner?
That's his bedroom. Right here. You arrive early. You do it here. Okay?
With the right wig, clothes, attitude, you can, uh...
...look sufficiently like the girlfriend to get into his house.
What happens to her? Does she die, too?
Absolutely not. No unnecessary wetworks.
Good.
Okay. Look at those earrings. Look at the bop in the walk. It's that thing.
MAGGIE: I have those glasses.
- Yeah? Great. - I'll get that brand of cigarettes.
- Yeah. She's right- handed. - I'm right- handed.
Long cigarettes.
Is that mole real?
Not on me, it won't be.
Here we go again.
They don't go out!
It won't go out.
Oh. Baby.
It's heavy. It's heavy.
It's heavy.
Get out of the way now.
- Get out of the way now. - She wearing enough makeup?
Hello, my darling.
- There he is. - Yeah.
Oh, Frank, for Christ's sake, do us all a favor and put the camera away.
All right.
- Let's go over it again. - Phew. Oh, God.
- Christ, we've only done it 20 times. - I know but...
...it's tomorrow night. This is our last chance.
Okay. We meet at 4:00 to go to Angela's.
Okay, maybe we should make it a quarter to.
- Okay, that'll give us more time. - Hi.
Hey, honey.
Uncle Bob? Uncle Bob, is it really you? How nice to see you.
No, it can't be Uncle Bob. It's got to be, uh...
...Aunt Pauline or, uh, Cousin Molly there or something, right?
Wait a minute. I got it.
This must be Cindy D'Amato. Used to work for Super Mac. Quit to get married.
Hi, Cindy. Sorry about this. How the hell are you?
What in heaven's name have you got there?
You bought it for me, remember? When I moved into the studio.
- Give me that nonsensical object. Give it-- - You keep away from me.
Don't you try to intimidate me.
You're not going to tell Carol.
- Swear me you won't! - I'll swear nothing.
- Hi. - Hi.
We're from Sherry's.
Where's Francine?
- Francine's sick today, so Sherry sent us. - They said Francine was coming.
Well, I guess they got it wrong because Francine's sick. I don't know.
Sherry sent us because Francine ate something bad or something.
She got sick.
Look, mister, I could really care less if I did another head of hair today.
So make up your mind.
All right. Come on.
Who are these people? Where's Francine?
Francine's sick, so we're here.
Great. Some new fucking blood. Can you do me out here?
- Sure. I can burn hair anywhere. - Is this outfit all right, ma'am?
- The stain, is it gone? - Yes.
Fine. Put it in my room with the red boots.
I want some fucking softness around my face.
Last time Francine did me, she slicked all my hair back...
...and made me look like some kind of fucking dyke.
Did you guys meet my friends?
This is "Stupid" and the other one is "Stupider."
- Would you like some ginseng tea? - No, I don't drink tea.
Francine says you'll love her ginseng tea. It's great for the sex drive.
Well, I've got no trouble in that department.
It's really very good.
Enough with the fucking tea, for Christ's sake.
Suit yourself.
- Do you have silk, please, for my fingers? - I sure do.
Hey! Hey!
BETH: Oh, God, I'm dead. God! Aah.
- Let me see. - Oh, damn it, I'm hit.
- It's okay. - Unh. Ah.
Here. Here. All right, hold still. Hold still. Just push it hard.
I'm calling Kaufman.
- I'm calling Kaufman. - I can finish it. No! I have to!
He said if anything goes wrong, we're supposed to call him.
Okay, it's screwed up. There are two down and I'm hit.
How?
Okay, okay. Yes, okay.
Okay.
They're calling in a cleaner.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.
Uh, excuse me, but we've heard reports of shots. Have you heard anything?
I'm Victor. I'm the cleaner.
Uh, listen, the job's gone really bad, but I think I can finish it.
This part of the job's over.
I'm the cleaner.
Where's the material?
Outside.
What the hell is that for?
Cleaning up your shit.
Jesus Christ, what're you doing?
She's not dead.
Oh, God. Oh, God, okay.
Kaufman said no wetworks. He said no wetworks. I'm calling Kaufman now.
I never did mind about the little things.
I'll go get ready for the next step.
- You look nice. - Thank you.
All right, have a nice evening.
Hi, Angela. New driver?
For Christ's sake, give me a break and open the stupid gate.
It went off the tracks, and I called in a cleaner.
What happened?
Two down. I was afraid we'd get splashed with shit. I told him to get it cleaned up.
- How clean? - Down to the nap.
The cleaner's going with your girl to Bahktiar's.
And after she finishes...
...he'll clean her too.
Of course it was me. I heard the bloody thing.
He's upstairs. You're early.
- So sue me, stupid. - You want a drink?
Salty Dog. Leave it down here. I must piss.
Hello, my da--
Go to your computer, bring up your nuclear program.
What do you think are you going to accomplish by this?
Do it!
Suck my dick.
Go to your computer.
You think the Arabs should be the only people not to have this technology?
Is that what you think?
Hurry up.
- I cannot access the data. - Yeah, right.
- The system must be down. - Get around to the other side of the desk.
I can make you very rich, beyond anything you can imagine.
And if I say I will, I will. I'll do it, I promise.
What's the password?
Try to imagine what a bullet in the stomach feels like.
Peddler.
Hey.
You can't park there. Move it around back with the other cars.
Hey! Are you deaf? Move the car!
On the ground.
Don't be a stupid bitch. I'm offering you anything. Anything you want.
Get on your knees, forehead to the ground, hands behind your back.
You think killing me will solve anything?
Do you think you can keep 800 million people in the 14th century forever?
Do you think there's not a thousand more to sell this technology...
...to anyone for a price, or do you not think?
Do you just kill for money?
Hassan! Imshi! Imshi!
Hey!
That's it. That's it. I've had it.
- Arrgh! - Aah!
All right, lieutenant, we're just gonna stand by here, we're not quite sure.
Be sure it's hooked up to it.
Wait till he gets down here.
Is there--? Is there a woman down there?
There could be 20 women down there, for all I know. The car's in a bad spot.
That's it.
J.P.
You awake?
I know you are. I can tell by the way you're breathing.
Oh, I'm so tired.
My God.
What happened to your face?
She's gone.
Oh, yeah?
Where?
I don't know.
She took off empty- handed.
She didn't take any of her clothes, she didn't even her purse.
So whoever it is you are...
...just leave her alone. Let her go.
- I can't. She's got information. - Yeah.
Why don't you get out?
She left you a note.
Yeah?
I tore it up.
What did it say?
Can I take this?
Yeah, sure.
You like Nina?
Yeah.
I love her.
We'll miss her.
Yeah.
We'll miss her.
Yeah.
We, uh....
We had a bad car wreck last night.
No, no. No, no.
I have all the information we need.
The cleaner's dead and, uh....
And the girl is, uh....
And...
...the girl is, uh....
The girl's dead too. Yeah.