After The Sunset Page #5

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Now?

This one's particularly painful.

There's some referred pain.

It's somewhere around... here.

I'll have to get hurt more often.

And in more interesting places.

- Oh, God, I'm vibrating!

- So am I.

No. No, no.

- I'm getting a call.

- What?

Is nothing sacred?

Sh*t, I have to go.

Go? No, you can't go.

I just unwrapped my head.

Sorry, I need a rain check.

What, are you crazy?

It never rains here.

Just give me five minutes, all right?

Five minutes?

You should be embarrassed.

Okay, three.

Oh, Stan, come on.

Okay, two!

Please don't make me beg. Please.

A quick two?

Oh, don't worry, I'm quick.

Hello.

Mr. Burdett, it's Luc from the bar.

There's a guest down here

that's bombed that's shouting your name.

Welcome to paradise, Frank!

Well, it's only paradise

for criminals, like Max Burdett.

Yeah. I hear him.

I'll be right there.

- Where'd he go?

- Over there.

Oh, thanks, Luc.

What are you doing to yourself?

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Nothing's wrong?

Me and Sophie hooked up.

And it was beautiful.

But it's only gonna

last for one more day.

Why is that?

Because the ship's only gonna

be here 24 more hours,

and you're gonna clip Napoleon III

and make me look

like a jerk again.

- I'll have another one!

- You've had enough.

You are not my daddy.

I didn't take you as an umbrella

kind of guy, Stan.

These remoras really have

a kick to 'em.

Hey, Stan, buck up.

You're a good agent.

No, I'm not.

You know, I used to blame you,

but now I see it clearly.

It's not you, it's me.

You've got genius, man.

If I had an ounce

of what you have, I'd never stop.

You've got a gift, man.

It's inspiring.

I love these remoras!

Bartender! Give me another one!

It's okay, Stan.

It's okay.

Luc, you're not working tonight, right?

Give us a hand here.

Come on, Stan,

here you go. Come on.

Here you go, buddy.

Yeah.

Come on, come on.

What about me?!

That's it, Stanley.

Here you go.

That's it.

That's it. Here we go.

You tell anyone I tucked him in,

I'll kill you.

- Sure thing, Mr. Burdett.

- Call me Max.

- Max.

- Okay.

Lola!

It's locked.

And don't try to break in.

You're not welcome.

I finished the deck.

You promised to spend

the first sunset on it together.

- Lola.

- That's not all.

I found your notebook.

Lola.

I'll sit down right now

and write my vows, okay?

The vows are not for me,

they're for you.

You have to figure out if what

we have means anything to you.

Come on, Max.

Do you really think the third one's

gonna make you whole?

- I don't know.

- Well, don't come back until you do.

Where am I supposed to go?

She threw me out.

Why is it my problem?

'Cause every hotel

on the island is booked.

Can I move

this surveillance stuff?

Don't mess with it!

It's very expensive.

Listen, I'm not gonna

sleep on the floor.

Well, I guess you're

out of luck.

We both are.

M ove ove

Sh*t.

So what'd you do?

I missed our first sunset

on her new deck.

That's it?

I'm no good at sunsets.

Of course you're not.

The world is divided up between people

who like to watch the sunset

and those who don't.

Yeah.

People like you

are never happy.

You're anxious, type-A, egocentric

perfectionists who can't sit still

and die alone with a million bucks

and a thousand regrets.

The people who can relax,

enjoy the sunset,

hold hands at the end of the day...

they're the happy ones.

So why can't you do that?

Because of you.

Don't hog the blanket.

- Good night, Max.

- Good night.

You know, the Bureau's got

a "don't ask, don't tell" policy,

but this is pushing it, Stan.

Kowalski, Stafford.

Sophie?

The L.A. Office got a call

from Inspector Bethel here.

He wanted to know the scope

of the FBI's operation on the island.

Since we don't have

an operation on the island,

we felt we'd

come here and check it out.

What's he talking about, Stan?

Let me explain.

He's on suspension.

He has been for three months.

Suspension?

He was deemed unstable

after he lost Napoleon II.

You told me

you were here on the case.

I am here on the case,

and once I bust this guy,

get reinstated, upped,

these slobs will be saluting me.

Are you guys dating?

He's nothing but a suspect to me.

- Oh, really?

- That's not what these show.

Your suspect's paying

for this suite.

And the seaweed body wraps.

You two look pretty chummy.

So you lied to me, Stan.

And you got your

slice of paradise, hmm?

I hope it was everything

you thought it would be.

Sophie...

You might want to do more

of a background check next time

before you partner up.

She didn't have to be

so hard on you, you know?

Storming out like that.

She's got grounds.

The thing you gotta understand

about us law enforcement types

is we don't much

appreciate lying.

Come on, Stan, you fibbed,

maybe withheld a little.

But lie? Nah.

You are an FBI agent

working a case.

You know, when you put it like that,

it doesn't sound so bad.

I could explain it to her.

What about you?

You are a hell of a catch.

I've seen the way

you are with Lola.

You love that girl.

So you're working out

some personal issues.

All you need is a little support.

Exactly.

Hell, I could

make her understand.

Max can't eat, can't sleep.

He's like an injured bird.

Stan's hurt.

He's in pain.

He's like a wounded dog.

He needs you, Lola.

You're his better half.

Just give him one more chance.

He's a good guy, Sophie.

I'm sure he's a liar,

but that comes with the job.

I don't know.

This is all a bit strange.

What do you think, Lola?

- I don't buy a word of it.

- I'm with you.

- No, no, no.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Listen, hear us out.

- Come on, one second.

Look...

Tonight the lies stop.

He's serious. It's over.

He's not chasin' it,

and I'm not chasin' him.

I'm sorry, but I won't believe you

until that ship is gone.

And we still got a few hours

before she sails.

Look, I can't make

that ship disappear tonight,

but I can make us disappear.

- What are you talking about?

- I found a hobby.

Wait a minute.

You didn't tell me about this.

When we come up for air,

that ship will be headed to Paris

and the diamond will be gone forever.

So, where you taking us?

We're headed to a hidden reef

where there's rumored to be

somewhere among the wreckage.

You're kidding.

Wow!

Look at this.

Yeah, these ships have

been down here since the '40s,

but nobody's ever

found any gold.

Well, maybe with the help

of the FBI we'll get lucky.

My money's on Max.

that's 25 million apiece if we split it.

Have any idea where to start?

It could be anywhere down here.

Let's split up, look around.

You guys sure this is safe?

I'm allergic to shellfish.

You've got nothing to worry about.

I've seen how you handle sharks.

When we get back,

I'm buying everyone umbrella drinks.

Hey, little guy,

have you seen any gold down here?

Hey, Max, I'm counting on you

to make me a rich man.

Lola, hypothetically speaking,

what's it like to hold

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