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"This film is based on actual events...
in the lives of Christopher Boyce and Andrew Daulton Lee. "
Chris!
Easy now. Easy.
Easy.
Easy. Hey, hey!
All right, climb up there, girl!
There you go! Climb on up now!
There you go!
Now, girl, get up! Get up there now! Get up there! Okay!
Come on. Go for it now. Go for it! Yeah!
Go get 'em, Fawkes! There you go!
Okay! Yeah!
Yeah. Go get 'em, Fawkes! Go get 'em!
Count it and make sure.
Good afternoon. You a resident of the United States?
Yes, sir.
- Do you have any fruits or vegetables? - No, sir.
- Okay. Thank you. - Thank you.
Hello there. How are you today?
I'm doin' fine.
Would you just pull over to the inspection area, please?
- What are these? - Prescription Lomotil.
Right up in this space right here.
Frankie, I need a five-inch socket wrench.
Little farther now.
Just stay in the car.
- Hi. - How ya doin'?
- It's 82nd Airborne, Pleiku. - Second Division Marines, Korea.
Yeah? All right!
- Thanks a lot. - All right.
Where is it? Where is it?
Good boy. Thataboy.
Go get 'em.
That's it. Good boy. Where is it?
Eric, you can't walk with the ball.
You gotta keep dribbling it. Nice shot.
Hey, Carmen!
- Hi, Chris. Long time, no see. - He up yet?
Ha! What do you think?
Daulton Lee, we've got you surrounded.
Who's there? Don't move!
It's all right! It's me! Don't shoot!
- Don't shoot. - Chris, stay down.
- They've got us surrounded. - No, I was joking.
I was just kidding.
- How are you? - All right. You're looking well.
Yes, I'm looking very well. So are you.
- Sorry about that. - Plop. Little does it know.
You write a friend a letter; you expect a response.
- That's just the way it works. - It's good to see you.
Well, it's good to see you, too, but I'm serious.
I take it very personally. I write very few letters.
- I wanted to surprise you. - Uh-huh.
This isn't a visit. I'm back for good.
Changed my mind. No seminary. Just couldn't go through with it.
What've you been up to? Pass the cantaloupe.
- What? - What is this, a bad joke?
I thought you'd congratulate me for finally coming to my senses.
You're wrong.
How many guys do you know whose best friend is also his priest?
I mean, I could've gone to confession and told the truth.
- I'm very disappointed, Chris. - When were you last at confession?
That's irrelevant.
- Did you tell your folks? - My folks don't know I'm back yet.
Oh, well, that'll be interesting.
The House Judiciary Committee yesterday recommended the impeachment...
of President Nixon, charging that in connection with the Watergate case...
he acted in a manner contrary to his trust as president...
and subversive of constitutional government.
I don't care what these people say. The man is innocent. Right, Dad?
Keep it up.
Maggie, the garbage.
You gotta give me this moment. I may never be right about anything again.
You find this amusing?
Hardly.
Yeah, one minute. Dad, it's for you.
- Mr. Walby. - Aye.
- Mr. Flowers. - Aye.
Bye, Dad.
- Mr. Mann. - Aye.
- Hello. - Mr. Sorbaines.
Mr. Wiggin.
- Mr. Morgan. - No.
- It's unbelievable. - You call Father Glenn today?
- It won't hurt to talk to him. - It's not going to accomplish anything.
You don't know that.
- You remember Tony Owen's son, Jerry? - Careful, Dad. Be careful.
I'm sorry. I hired him last summer, temp job.
I just let his old man know the time had come to reciprocate.
If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it.
I don't think you have the faintest clue what to do with yourself.
- You could ask. - I'm asking.
Here.
You're to report 9:00, Monday morning.
Here is ten dollars. Get yourself a haircut.
I don't know what this is, Coach, but I'm sure it's great.
You're welcome, son.
RTX Credit. Authorization code, please.
Thank you.
We show derogatories, credit and criminal.
You want a hard copy on it?
Present address.
RTX Credit. Good morning.
- You're early. - You're late.
Chris Boyce, Larry Rogers. How's it going?
Okay. Pretty good. How you doing?
I've been explaining to Larry...
that we'd better start making things more interesting around here for you...
or we'll lose you.
- Going back to school? - Yes, sir. I plan to next year.
- Medicine. - Law.
That's right. That's excellent. That's excellent, huh?
I don't know your father.
He's Director of Security over at Strata Research.
- Retired FBI. - Yeah, I know.
Good.
That's good.
- Debra? - Oh, hi.
- Got a minute? - Sure.
- Get out my personal file, please. - Chris, you know I can't do that.
I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please? Come on.
I don't have your access code.
I owe you one.
Wait a second.
"File closed. Under review. "
We've been checking into your background for some time now, Mr. Boyce.
You're quite an impressive young man.
Do you ever hear anybody talking about birds around here?
Birds? No. No, sir.
The Black World? At lunch, for instance?
In the men's room, you never overheard anybody mentioning anything about...
Black World projects?
- I mean, just gossip? - No, sir.
Know why that is?
They don't exist. At least...
not as far as anyone without highest level government clearance is concerned.
You want to do me a favor and sign this piece of paper for me, please?
It's backwards.
The Black World is a code name...
for a family of covert surveillance satellites...
conceived by the Defense Department...
manufactured and maintained by RTX...
and used primarily by a company you may have heard of...
- in Langley, Virginia. - Central Intelligence.
Circling the Earth, each carrying high-resolution cameras...
heat sensors, microwave antennas...
they've rather significantly lightened the workload of human spies.
When Brezhnev chats with his mistress...
over his supposedly clean phone, the birds listen in.
When he takes his dog for a walk in the park...
the birds take a picture of it pissing on the shrubbery.
When he tests his latest warhead...
underground, somewhere in Siberia, claims he hasn't...
the birds know he's lying.
You'll be working in the system's nerve center...
a communications vault...
linking RTX and our associates in Virginia...
with tracking stations all around the world:
Alaska, Guam, Iceland, Australia, to name a few.
You'll be receiving and transmitting correspondence...
that relates to the day-to-day activities of the satellites...
correspondence that you will find designated top secret.
Correspondence that's protected by extremely sophisticated...
cryptographic equipment developed by the National Security Agency.
You're not to discuss any aspect of your job with non-cleared...
RTX employees.
This is as far as I can go.
Not with your girlfriend...
not with your parents, not with your dog...
not in the men's room, not over lunch...
not in your sleep.
Nowhere. Are we clear so far?
Miss?
I'm not the secretary. There is no secretary.
I think somebody might've made a mistake. Is this the Black Vault?
No, but you're getting warm.
The vault's over there.
- Fuck. - Excuse me.
- Mr. Norman? - Who the hell are you?
Christopher Boyce. I'm supposed to start working here.
Who says you're supposed to start working here, exactly?
Well, I was briefed by Larry Rogers.
He didn't tell you?
You were supposed to show me how to work the machines, I guess.
- Larry Rogers. - Yeah, Larry, this is Gene.
Look, I got this kid here, supposed to be working here?
Yeah, well, don't get excited, Gene. I sent him over.
- Yeah, but nobody tells me anything. - I'm telling you now.
Yeah, okay. Yeah, fine.
- We're working together. - Yeah.
You didn't tell me that, did you?
Thought maybe I was-
- So, you want a margarita? - Pardon me?
You want a margarita?
That'll be your desk over there. What'd you say your name was?
You're gonna love it here, Chris.
Nobody can mess with you here. Nobody's even got clearance to get in.
Not even security.
Can you turn that thing off for me? It's giving me a fucking headache.
Thanks.
Just the three of us. You and me and Laurie.
- Oh, hi, Laurie. - Hi.
- Want a margarita? - No. Maybe later.
Good. There's not enough anyway. Ran out of salt. Cheers.
I'm surrounded by these junkie cutthroat partners...
who turn me in the minute they get in some trouble.
I don't trust any of 'em. I'm all alone.
Would you stop that? This is serious.
How much are they paying you down there, or is that some big secret too?
140 a week, before taxes.
Do you know what I'm offering you? Do you know what I make?
- About ten times that. - Easy.
And it's about to double. I'm about this far from an amazing connection.
I split it all with you 50-50 right down the middle.
Jesus. Nine iron.
- We'll be rich. - We're already rich.
I mean rich. Hey, he who dies with the most toys wins.
That way is the green.
I can't believe you're really not interested.
I'm flattered I'm the only one you trust, but I'm really not interested.
Fore!
That's the Average White Band picking up the pieces...
at 21 after the hour with your host Johnny Crystal.
"Allow union infiltrators...
sufficient lead time. "
"Union infiltrators?"
"Though CIA exposure seems unlikely...
standard program of denial...
of involvement is recommended. "
"Standard program of denial recommended. "
It happens all the time. We're all in the same system.
So they screw up, we get their cables. We screw up, they get our cables.
Yeah, but you haven't heard anything about this one particular thing?
- I really wouldn't worry about it. - Yeah.
You know, Eddie would know. Want me to ask him?
Why not?
What do you know about a covert operation in Australia?
Lately, I mean. Chris wants to know.
- Which one? - Something about labor unions.
- Air traffic controllers. - Right.
It's nothing. They're threatening to go on strike.
If they do, everything stops...
including our personnel and equipment into Pine Gap.
Don't worry. It's under control.
Like Whitlam, Eddie?
They been tellin' me he's under control, what, two years now?
- Who's Whitlam? - Prime Minister.
Why somebody doesn't just blow up his fuckin' car is a mystery to me.
Well, that's why you're just a code-room clerk, Gene.
I'm serious, man. You make it obvious. You make a statement.
- Fuck with us, accept the consequences. - How about a little finesse?
Anything less than that is a waste of time and the taxpayers' money.
The college boys running things.
Princeton boys, faggots. Afraid to get their hands wet.
- Gettin' that look, Eddie. - Fuck you, Laurie.
Anytime, anywhere.
The man is a Communist, and we just letting him walk all over us.
You know, I killed 14 of 'em myself. Personally.
- That right? College boys? - Communists!
- Here it comes. - Special Ops, Laos.
Close range, right between the eyes.
- All right. - You don't believe me, do you?
- I believe you. - No, you don't.
- Lighten up, Gene. - The war's over, Gene. Spare us.
Believe it, college boy.
- Safe! - Come on!
- It wasn't done. - Why didn't you say your father was FBI?
Because he isn't anymore.
Once FBI, always FBI. He's all right.
Larry Rogers, this is Charlie Boyce. This is Chris' father.
- How are ya? - Good to meet ya.
- Here's my wife, Barbara. - Hello, Barbara. How you doing?
What are you doing up?
Having a brandy. Want one?
What are you doing up?
Come. Sit.
Come. Come on.
Jeffrey's been given an assignment at school to memorize a poem.
He asked me to suggest one to him.
Sound familiar?
Yeah.
"Half a league, half a league, half a league onward. "
- Oh, I can't remember it. - I don't believe you.
Give me the book and then-
I can't remember it. I'm sorry.
Do you really resent me as much as you want me to think you do?
Imagine what that must feel like?
You know, you say more with a look than you realize.
And whatever else you might think about me, I am not blind.
- I gotta get up early. - Sit down!
- I don't wanna fight with you. - Just talk to me then.
All right, I'm getting an apartment and moving out of here 'cause-
- Yeah? - It's all right with you?
You're an adult. Do what you have to do.
Yeah.
Used to be easy, didn't it?
"Half a league, half a league, half a league onward...
all in the valley of death rode the 600.
'Charge' was the captain's cry.
Theirs not to reason why.
Theirs but to do and die.
And into the valley of death rode the 600."
I'm gonna sweep across the Middle East into Southern Europe.
You can come down from England and up from Africa...
and hit his north and west borders.
Yeah, okay, but what do I get out of it?
- What do you want? - I want to keep North America.
Let's go, Chris. You're being attacked.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Okay, Chris, I'm attacking you from Egypt. I'm coming into Southern Europe.
- Want me to roll for you? - Yeah, how many armies do I have?
Three.
You just lost two more.
Now I'm hitting you from Great Britain. I'm coming into Northern Europe.
I'm going into the Ukraine. You're going to be wiped out soon.
There goes the Ukraine.
Every day, I get these misrouted cables, the CIA's secret mail.
Details of covert action that have...
nothing to do with national security.
Manipulations of foreign press, political parties, whole economies.
I mean, it's incredible.
I had no idea the extent of the lie...
the level of deception.
Australia's not the only one of our allies being deceived.
I've got a house to show.
Lock up if you leave.
Know what I think? You want to hurt 'em? You really want to do some damage?
Make it public.
New York Times.
- No, I'm talking about a big expose'. - It's already public.
You can't get any more public than what happened in Chile.
People still don't believe we engineered that.
Allende was a socialist.
He was elected.
You know, people see what they want to see.
- It's unbelievable. - Well-
I don't know what's going on with you, but this is insane. It's wrong.
It took a lot of trust to come to you with this.
If you can't see this is wrong, you're further gone than I thought.
- And I feel sorry for you. - You're a drug dealer.
How can you tell me what's right and wrong?
You wanna say that a little louder? I don't think the neighbors heard you.
You wanted to be partners. I'm offering you a partnership.
Just look at it as another one of your many business transactions...
and you won't have any trouble with it, I promise you.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe you're seeing...
just exactly what you want to see?
It's worth significant money.
I don't want anything to do with it.
- What are you smiling at? - A patriot.
And proud of it.
Come on in.
Matt, this is Clay. This is Daulton. Dale!
I got a room upstairs.
Excuse me. Nothing personal, but he's just gotta check you out, okay?
Sure.
Go ahead.
Don't mind if I do.
Accuracy.
I didn't come here to party.
Nothing personal.
Where are you from, exactly?
- Orange County. - Where, exactly?
Irvine.
Not bad. Not bad.
What's that?
What's that noise?
I don't know.
- Police officers! - Fucking cop!
Hands up where I can see 'em!
- Hold it right there! - Hold it there, pal!
- Don't move! - I'm a veteran.
All you have to do is meet with him wearing a concealed microphone.
You have a drink. You record the transaction. That's it.
That's all we need.
What kind of protection can my client expect?
I don't think your client's in a position to expect anything.
If this prick opens his mouth one more time...
this conversation is over, you got that?
Now, what kind of protection can my client expect?
At no time while you're wired, Daulton...
are you out of reach of armed assistance, okay?
If I can't guarantee your safety, I don't let you wear it.
I would like to discuss this with my attorney...
in private.
Jesus.
I work for them, and I am a dead man.
I set up one buy, and that's it. I won't last.
You don't seem to understand. They're not talking about...
six months in some minimum security work camp this time.
- They are talking about San Quentin. - I understand that.
I am not an informer, all right?
That is against my principles, and I am not going to prison.
- That's the only two choices you got. - Those are the only choices?
Yeah.
You tell them anything you want, but you get me out of here on bail tonight.
They'll know what this is, right?
I'm not going to have to go through some long song and dance?
They'll know exactly what it is.
They'll know exactly what it is, and this is if you get that far.
Here you go.
All right, look. What's it worth?
How should I know how much it's worth?
Get whatever you can. Haggle with them.
What?
I just walk in there?
Yeah. I mean, what are they going to do, shoot you?
They might. You don't know.
You don't even know the address.
Hey, there's one thing.
Look at me. Whatever you do, don't tell them my name.
All right? No, that's for your own protection.
As soon as you tell them my name, they won't need you anymore.
It's not too late to back out.
Just tell me.
This is interesting. What is it?
- I'm the courier. - The courier?
The American spy satellites.
I can get you all the information you want to know about them.
- Sputniks. - Yes.
Maybe I'm talking to the wrong guy.
- Who would be the right guy? - KGB.
This is an embassy. There's no KGB here.
Oh, well, whatever you say.
One moment, please.
The card you gave me has something to do with satellites, yes?
- That's right. - So you're a spy.
That's right.
Do you have some identification?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Testing one, two, three, testing.
Just looking for an ashtray here.
- That's not a candy dish? - No, it's an ashtray.
You have a nice office here.
I like the rug. I'm kind of an expert on rugs. Pakistani, right?
I wouldn't know.
My associates are not so sure about the authenticity of your calling card.
Really? Here's the deal. Got your notebook handy?
Good.
I got a friend in L.A. who works for the government.
He's not real crazy about the CIA, okay?
The deal is, he gets the stuff out, gets it to me, I get it to you.
But I got to warn you right up front. This information-
This is quality merchandise, real high priority stuff.
I expect to be paid premium prices. That's it, long and short of it.
- What's your friend's name? - He wishes to remain anonymous.
Naturally.
And you, what do you do?
I'm a fugitive from the law on a trumped-up charge.
I'm on the run, currently residing here in Mexico.
FBI says I killed a border patrolman in Laredo, Texas.
You said, "I expect to be paid. "
Correct. Premium prices.
But you said "I," not "we. "
We expect to be paid.
- Hello? - This is the operator.
I have a person-to-person call for Mr. Philippe.
- Speaking. - Go ahead, sir.
Buenas tardes, Senor Philippe.
- How's Senora Gomez? - Mucho gusto.
Guess what? You were right. My uncle says "hi. "
Hello?
- Hello, Senor Philippe. Hello? - I'm still here.
You wouldn't believe it. It was beautiful.
They were just dying for the stuff. I just walked in there and-
"For your new place.
Hasta manana. Gene. "
- Hello? - Hi, Mom.
- Chris, how are you? - Pretty good.
- How's your apartment shaping up? - Yeah, it's coming along.
- How are you? - Fine. I'm just fine.
- How's Dad? - Great. I'll get him. Hold on a second.
No, don't bother him. Just tell him I called.
- He's cleaning out the garage. - I'll call him later or something.
Yeah, everything-
I better get off, dear. Your father's about to break his neck. I love you.
- I love you too. - I'll call you back.
Do you know the restaurant in San Francisco?
No, but I know the restaurant in Los Angeles.
I'd like you to get into the habit of calling me Pedro.
- Okay. - And I'll call you-
Luis.
Luis. Very good.
There's an interesting article in my newspaper, Luis.
- Any in yours? - Several.
Wonderful. Maybe I should read them now.
First rate.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Luis. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.
You too, Pedro. Adios.
But if I don't show up within 30 minutes...
that means something went wrong, and we'll try again next month, okay?
- Okay. - Never, Luis- I must stress this-
never come to the embassy again.
It's watched constantly by you know who.
First time, you had to. I understand that.
From now on, it can't happen.
- You know Oswald? - Lee Harvey Oswald.
He was at the embassy here, and you know what?
The CIA has a picture of it, of him on the grounds.
- They photograph everybody. Promise. - I cross my heart.
Good. So you understand...
when you've got something for me, make an "X"...
one meter above the sidewalk at the junction of Juarez and Perralta...
the first Monday of the month.
- We'll see it and we'll be in touch. - Tuesday.
- Did I say Monday? - Monday, yeah.
- No, I mean Tuesday. - Tuesday.
I need to know some things, and I have a list.
The money, Pedro.
It's all right. I've got it.
Safe and sound. I didn't forget.
So-
On what frequencies and bandwidths are the messages broadcasted?
I don't know.
What are the orbiting parameters of the satellites?
Don't know.
Go ahead. Look. Get it over with.
All right, Luis, please, the frequencies?
I told you, I don't know that stuff.
There's no reason to continue pretending there's a friend. We're past that.
- There is a friend. - It serves no purpose.
You can believe whatever you want to believe. There's a friend.
Okay, this will be very tedious for me.
I'll copy the questions out in English, and you can give them to your friend.
- Fine. - For $6,000, please sign.
Hi, puppy. Come on. Yes.
- Hey, Irv. - Hi, how ya doin'?
- All right. You? - Okay.
- Put them on the account, all right? - Okay.
Come here.
They're cute, aren't they?
- You look good with her. - Thanks.
What's his name?
This is Fawkes. Named after Guy Fawkes.
- Oh, yeah. - You heard of him?
He was- 17th-century England- tried to blow up Parliament...
but failed.
She'll go crazy if she sees me preparing her food.
There you go.
Hey, Fawkes, you hungry? Huh?
What do you eat?
- Oh, you're kidding. - You may not want to watch this part.
I have to do a little Henry VIII. It's painless, but it's gruesome.
Get rid of her. Meet me at your place at 2300 hours. That's 11:00, okay?
- Hi. - Hi.
- Okay? - Lana...
this is a friend of mine.
Tradecraft. I don't really look like this. Okay.
$5,000 - Two for you, two for me and one for my expenses.
- I can't believe you actually did it. - I actually did it...
and I didn't even give 'em your name.
Even though they tried everything short of the rack.
You son of a bitch.
It's a sweet deal, Chris. Really perfecto.
This girl's cute. Where'd she come from?
- There's a felony warrant out on you. - I know.
I wish them a lot of luck. Check this out.
"Theodore Lovelance. "
- You like that? - Yes.
- Yeah. Lousy picture. - Lousy?
Oh, yeah. They want to know some stuff...
some details.
I accidentally washed it, but I think you can still read it.
It's for real.
Jesus.
Don't answer it.
Wait up.
Chris, open up. It's us.
Shit.
- Open the door, son. - Just stay there, okay?
Yeah.
We woke you?
Going great. We brought the TV for you. Where do you want to put it?
- On the desk over there. - Sure.
- Going great. - It's not bad. It's not bad at all.
Nice, huh? Okay.
- Easy down there. - Yeah, that's great.
Hello, Mrs. Boyce. Hello, sir.
Take these to your mom.
I remember that TV. Here, I'll give you a hand.
You're all up early, huh?
Yeah, 11:45.
I'm just straightening up.
Well, he just dropped by last night. What was I supposed to do?
It's a tight group down there, Chris.
They like you. They're impressed with your work.
Don't mess it up.
I don't hang out with him anymore, so you don't have to worry.
I was just as surprised to see him as you were.
Mom, leave the dishes.
So, they haven't locked you up yet, huh?
No. Too fast for 'em, sir.
Yeah, all the way! All the way! Keep going!
You got nine minutes, then you're gone.
- No problem. It's on the house. - Really? Thanks.
A political crisis erupted in Australia today...
with the ouster of Prime Minister Gough Whitlam.
The action, unprecedented in Australia's 75-year history as a federation...
was taken by the governor general, exercising an obscure...
but inherent privilege of the office to fire a prime minister.
While the business community has largely applauded the action...
labor unions protested it by immediately calling strikes.
Do you know the restaurant in San Francisco?
That's all right. I'll get it.
- What's the story? - Change of plans. Get in.
Come on. Get in.
Sit down.
Don't be afraid.
I have heard much about you, Comrade Lee.
Now we meet. How are you?
Fine. Who are you?
Fine, thank you.
No, who are you?
A fellow comrade in the service of peace.
Karpov.
This is good for them.
Tomorrow, leave Camino Real and check inside this hotel.
- What's he talking about? - The Camino Real is too conspicuous.
Too many people can see you there. This place is less visible.
- I've never heard of it. - This why it is good. You'll like it.
Does it have a swimming pool?
What about a ride?
First, I don't like to be kidnapped against my will.
Okay? Now, I went to the Obelisque as arranged...
in good faith, and the next thing I know...
I'm in an automobile with this gentleman and all of us almost getting killed.
Secondly, that park out in the middle of fucking nowhere-
How did you expect me to get home, huh?
I'm out there on the street for two-and-a-half goddamn hours...
waiting for a fucking taxi, okay?
Thirdly, excuse me.
Nobody, not you, nobody tells me where I can and can't stay.
I went to that fleabag of yours. I'm gonna tell you something.
I am insulted, all right? I don't care who you are.
I stay where I want to stay.
So, tell us about this mysterious friend of yours, Comrade.
You have some money for me?
Is the Negro your friend?
- Is my friend Negro? - Yes.
Maybe.
Do you know what this is?
- Let me guess. A camera? - Camera. Minox-B.
Very accurate and very exact.
It's very dangerous for your friend to-
He's been making Xerox copies.
Carne, frijoles y tamales.
Tortillas.
Gracias.
He's been making Xerox copies for us, probably on a machine where he works.
Now there are counters on those machines...
and they're more than likely routinely checked.
So you want us to photograph them from now on?
- Decent idea. Give me the camera. - No, this one is mine.
I had an idea that might be of interest to you, okay?
I know a gentleman down in Lima, Peru.
And you have people are down there, right, in an embassy or something. Okay?
This guy can get his hands on heroin.
Large amounts of heroin, dirt cheap.
It's a fine product. Here's the problem.
It's very difficult to get this stuff out of South America these days.
My idea is this.
I arrange a buy, all right? Say, five kilos to start.
Your people bring it up in their diplomatic pouches.
I wouldn't think there'd be any risk in that. We split it 50-50.
I worry about how to get my end into the States...
and you do whatever you want with your half.
What do you say?
You think about it.
This is the Bellas Artes.
The Ballet Folklo'rico performs in this building twice a week.
Oh, the Polyforum.
This was designed by the famous Mexican muralist, Siqueiros.
The Camino Real. This is my home away from home.
It's the finest hotel in all of Mexico City.
- And you stay there? - Every time I go down.
You're kidding.
- Is that you? - How did this get here?
- I'm the handsome one. - I call this "Lee and Boyce. "
The before picture.
What is this, the after picture?
Annie called me, and I rushed home...
and, you know, he's back, and the insanity's going on again here.
- See if he'll come over. - Could you come over tonight, Ken?
- Here. - All right. Here.
Take the torch. Just put it right by your face.
Let's get this thing set.
What's up?
Exciting, this life of an expatriate in paradise.
Nothing. I'm going to go get something. I'll be right back.
Just get yourself a drink.
I've been playing the stock market down there in Mexico.
- Have you? - Yeah, and doing very well too.
That's good.
Actually, if you want to know the truth...
the stock market thing is just a cover-up.
What I'm really doing is selling government secrets to the Soviet Union.
That's what that camera's for - to photograph documents.
You really ought to come down there with me sometime on my trips.
- What do you think? - I think that'd be great.
- Hi. - Hi, Clay.
- How you doing? - It's for you.
Daulton, could you take a picture of us?
- You're looking great tonight. - Thanks.
Hey, Dad. How are ya?
I'm fine.
- It's good to have you home. - Thanks. What's up?
I had a call from Kenny, and he's managed to reschedule your court date.
- Terrific. - Yeah.
It's time for you to start realizing that your situation is serious.
The party, Brad.
And right now, the thing to do is to get those people out of here...
and for you to start coming back to reality...
with a better mental attitude than I've been seeing lately.
What do you say?
I know what you're saying.
I found $900 on your dresser this morning.
Do you think it's still there with all these people?
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