After The Sunset Page #2

Synopsis: After a successful last score, a master thief retires to an island paradise. His lifelong nemesis, a crafty FBI agent, washes ashore to ensure he's making good on his promise. The pair soon enters into a new game of cat-and-mouse.
Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime
Director(s): Brett Ratner
Production: New Line Cinema
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.3
Metacritic:
38
Rotten Tomatoes:
18%
PG-13
Year:
2004
97 min
$28,300,000
Website
397 Views


Give me a Jack on the rocks.

It doesn't have a fancy name,

but if it was good enough for Frank,

it's good enough for me.

Frank?

Who's Frank?

Sinatra.

Did Frank take an umbrella?

Not even when it was raining.

Hi, baby.

How was it?

Amazing! You'd love it!

The only sounds are your breath

and your heartbeat.

The reef is like a thousand jewels,

sparkling right in front of you.

You should really try it next time.

Mm-hmm. Well,

I like to breathe unassisted.

- Oh, really?

- Mmm.

I thought you liked it

when I give you mouth to mouth.

State your business.

You're gonna shoot

an FBI agent, Burdett?

All I see is an intruder...

...who just swallowed $80 worth

of my whiskey.

Put down the weapon.

Don't make me shoot you again.

Again?

Is that the way we're gonna play it?

What are you doing

in my house, Agent Lloyd?

Sitting, drinking, eating chocolate.

- You have a warrant?

- FBI doesn't have jurisdiction here.

I know, that's why I came down here.

Oh, I don't think it is.

The Seven Seas Navigator

docking here for a solid week.

They're having a nice promotion

for the maiden voyage,

calling it the Diamond Cruise.

A gem exhibit whose star attraction is

the third Napoleon Diamond.

Stop me when I get to the part

you don't know.

It's the only one you two haven't stolen.

Allegedly.

And it's gonna be right here

for a whole week... the last of the set...

and I suspect you plan to purloin it.

Well, I don't.

So finish your drink and get out.

It's okay to be happy to see me.

Just because you're English doesn't

mean you need to hide your emotions.

I'm Irish.

We let people know how we feel.

Now f*** off.

And you can take any bugs you planted

along with you.

I'm retired.

A retired guy wouldn't have anything

to worry about from those.

- Mind if I borrow this?

- Take it.

You might learn something from it.

But return it for me.

It's overdue.

Give my love to Lola, will you?

How was the tennis lesson?

Great. The teacher says I'm a natural.

He says I've got the best backside

he's ever seen.

That's backhand.

Don't go in there.

- Why?

- Let's talk.

Okay, you're making me nervous,

and I don't get nervous.

Agent Lloyd just left.

What's he doing here?

He came to show me this.

Damn it, Max.

Is this what we're here for?

No. It's not.

This is not retirement at all.

This is the next setup, isn't it?

Babe, you chose

this island, remember?

I hope you don't think

this is a gift from God.

'Cause this is God messing with us.

Oh, no. Max.

Did Stan do this?

Sort of.

I figured he'd bug the place,

so I started checking.

Did you find any?

Only what he wanted me to find.

There's another one here somewhere.

Now, don't worry.

I already checked.

There's nothing in there.

That's the problem.

There's nothing in here.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I hid the bullet in the camera.

What bullet?

The one he shot you with.

Oh, no.

I kept it to remind me

of how close I came to losing you.

Lola, you know that bullet

puts me on the scene.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

I'll get it back.

Good morning, Mr. Lloyd.

Your suite is ready.

- Suite?

- Suite, sir.

It's a larger room.

Atlantis reserves this bridge suite

for our more dignified guests.

Breakfast is on the house, these are

vouchers for free tennis lessons,

complimentary skin exfoliant,

seaweed body wrap and facial scrub,

located in the spa on the club level.

Also, please remember.

Shoes and shirt are required

in all public spaces at all times.

State your business.

You can't bribe me

with a seaweed body wrap, Max.

This doesn't buy you one bit of space.

I'm gonna be on you wherever you go.

It's no bribe, Stanley.

I just want you to see

that if you lead the kind of life I do,

stealing is the last thing on your mind.

Mr. Lloyd.

Are you ready for your massage?

I'll do your back.

I'll do your front.

You son of a b*tch.

- Lola?

- Yeah.

- He hid it in a black jewelry box.

- Good job.

Thank you.

Talented masseuse.

You get rid of it this time.

I will.

Good evening.

May I take your order?

No, thank you.

I just lost my appetite.

Just as well.

I don't take orders from criminals,

I arrest them.

Or fall asleep trying.

So you're admitting you were there.

No. I read about it in the papers,

just like everyone else.

You're famous.

I'm a punch line.

But like my grandma used to say,

he who laughs last laughs loudest.

By the way,

return that movie, would you?

The store called.

I haven't finished it yet.

They catch the thief,

but it's not who you think it is.

I don't like those twist endings.

Well, we don't like you.

Aw.

Lola.

They're playing your song.

Why don't you take Stanley

for a dance?

He's feeling lonely.

And I am feeling charitable.

Let's go, Stan.

Really?

I'll try to have her back by dawn.

Constable...

Can I help you?

I wanna talk to Moor.

Get out of the way.

Monsieur Moor is currently socializing.

Interrupting a man's leisure

is harassment.

That's not harassment.

You feel that?

- Ooh.

- That's harassment.

And you tell your boss

this is just the beginning.

I have two hands,

and I can't be bought.

Ooh.

Excuse me, constable.

May I have a word with you?

Audrey. Where you get that sugar?

Listen, Stan,

I know what you're doing.

But if you drag Max into your game,

he will not lose.

Eventually, they all lose.

Not my Max.

Do yourself a favor...

leave us alone.

We're just a couple of retirees

trying to enjoy the island life.

All the same, I'll stick around,

see what develops.

Excuse me.

In a second, honey.

You'll get your chance.

Damn, I got the stink on me tonight.

Step off the dance floor, sir.

Hey!

- Have fun, Stan.

- Hey. Lola!

Police.

Raise your hands, sir.

I'm law.

Federal B.I.?

It is illegal on this island to carry

a concealed weapon without a permit.

I'm working a suspect.

Are you not supposed to inform

local authorities when you arrive,

Agent Stanley P. Lloyd?

- You know him?

- He's my suspect.

Well, we're still gonna have to

take this to the station and register it.

You're letting the criminal go.

This is crazy.

You think this is crazy?

Your dancing, that was crazy.

This way, Agent Lloyd.

Welcome to paradise.

Okay.

- The watermarks and holograms match.

- Oh.

But I still have to register the gun.

You have a nice smile.

I haven't smiled at you.

You will.

That's just the way I feel about it,

and they have to deal with it.

Yes, sir.

Ah, Sophie.

I need to speak to you.

I'm getting complaints

about you bothering Henri Moor.

Just doing my job, Zacharias.

The man is practically

the unofficial mayor of the island.

In one year, he's made

everyone here like him,

something you haven't been

able to do in a lifetime.

I guess we can't all be

the kiss-ass politician you are.

I want you to stay behind tonight

so we can discuss your attitude.

You knew about my attitude

the day we got married

and knew about it

the day we got divorced.

You're not gonna learn

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Paul Zbyszewski

Paul Zbyszewski is an American television writer and producer. He has worked in both capacities on the series Lost and Day Break, and he is the creator of Day Break. He also wrote the feature film After the Sunset. more…

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