Bad Influence Page #3

Tell me what you're afraid of.

l, uh...

Just for fun. Come on, tell me.

What are you afraid of?

l'm afraid of getting married, l guess.

That's easy. Don't.

Well, l'm engaged.

Why?

l didn't wanna lose her.

l...

l'm terrified of gettin' married.

Done.

Now tell me what you want.

More than anything else in the world,

what do you want?

This guy Patterson and l are both

up for the same job - senior analyst.

l want that job. l want that so bad.

Then drink to it.

Make it happen.

Make it happen.

- Give me that quote on the whole 79.

- (man) l've already told you l could.

- You wanna dump the dollars?

- You wanna go to lunch?

l can't. l gotta meet somebody.

Great job on the bimonthly.

When have you had time to sleep?

- Pete, l'll call you back.

- Gotta beat the morning trade figure.

l know. l know. l know. l'll call you back.

Hi, Alex. Sorry l'm late.

Listen, just leave them under the seats.

Sure you can't go? Beautiful day.

Track? l really can't

play the ponies right now.

- You're uptight.

- lt's work.

Wanna tell me about it?

lt's a matter of timing. The trade figure

comes out at 5.30 tomorrow morning.

lt's going to be significantly up.

- How do you know?

- l just know. l feel it. lt's my job to know.

l should dump dollars

before New York closes,

but company policy dictates that l can't

until after the trade figure is out.

What if you do it before?

lf l'm right, l'm ahead of everybody,

the client cleans up.

So you can make 'em money.

lt's not illegal. What's the problem?

lt's a question of judicious business.

lt's not a question of judicious business.

- lt's a question of balls.

- (winces)

Do you have the cojones or don't you?

- Spent all night doing the report. l'm tired.

- Good morning, Michael.

- (Leslie over intercom) You in already?

- Yeah.

- A Mr Cojones for you on line three.

- Hello.

- (Alex) Morning.

- You up already?

l haven't gone to bed yet.

Well, how'd you do?

- l was right. Up by almost a 30% pop.

- Great! Let's celebrate.

l can't. l gotta go to Ruth's parents' house

for dinner - anniversary party. Very formal.

- Sounds like a riot.

- l can't not go. Dr Fielding'd be crushed.

- Suit yourself. Hey, nice work, Mick.

- Thank you.

Michael, don't forget about the DMV

to get your new driver's licence at nine.

And also you've got

just a stack of messages from yesterday.

l'm just gonna get a cup of coffee.

l'll just be at my desk.

- Leslie?

- Yes, sir.

Call me Mick.

Mick.

Patterson here. You're kidding.

When did those figures come in?

Howard?

Hold on for a second.

Good news.

( ''L'Amour est Enfant de Bohme''

from ''Carmen'' by Bizet)

(applause)

- Thanks, Daddy.

- Terrific.

- Look at you. l like it.

- You do?

Yeah.

lt's a little greasy, but nice.

- l'm late. Sorry.

- Everything OK at work?

- Couldn't be better.

- Your friend is here.

My friend?

- Michael! There you are, dear.

- Happy anniversary. This is for you.

- l've been chatting with Franois.

- Franois?

Bonsoir, Michel.

Franois, you made it.

Oui. l could not let you

celebrate without me.

- Of course not. No.

- Michael.

- Dr Fielding, congratulations.

- 30 years.

- Guess l'll come to these things for you.

- l guess.

- You work with someone from Paris?

- Yes, yes. We've been, uh...

- l 'ave been 'ere for several weeks.

- Yeah.

We were about to look at the promotional

campaign you and Franois put together.

Pardon, but Mick and l have seen

this promotion a thousand times. Mick?

- He's charming.

- Yes, he is, isn't he? Franois?

- What are you doing?

- Don't be mad.

- l'm not mad...

- You might be in a minute.

- l just want you to know l did this for you.

- Did what for me?

Did what for me?

(moaning)

- Oh, my... You did...?

- Just the highlights. lt's for the best.

Mazda!

Oh, my God.

- Come here.

- Dr Fielding...

Turn it off!

l can explain. That French guy, Franois...

- Come here, you little sh*t.

- (Alex honks horn) Hey, hurry!

Hey, come back here! Hey!

You asked me to, remember?

Here you go.

Gay white male.

Not you.

Oh.

What's going on in there?

(woman) Hello.

Dominic!

Dominic!

- Dominic.

- Oh.

You look beautiful. That's not my name.

Dominic. lt's not my real name.

- My name is... Kirk.

- Kirk!

Yeah, my real name is Kirk.

- l suppose your wife isn't dead either.

- No, she's not even my wife.

You should be angry.

Angry is boring.

l don't feel like it.

What do you feel like?

Oh, Jesus. Watch out.

- Who are these people?

- Just people.

- Hey.

- Decongestant?

Oh, great.

- Forgive me?

- The hell with it. l owe you.

l'll keep this, all right?

What are you doing? What's this?

- lt's my number. Do you want it?

- Yeah, of course. Yeah.

- lt's good for two days.

- Ready?

Yeah, let's get out of here.

- l'm sorry. Cheers.

- So long.

You tired?

- Not a chance.

- Good.

Hi, there.

(squeaking)

(squeaking)

Dr Fielding.

Dr Fielding.

- Perfect.

- There's a mask for you.

- Oh, no, no, l don't need one.

- That's $8.50.

Come here. Come on!

Come on. Put your hands here.

Dominic, come here.

(squeaking)

- Shut up.

- What?

- Empty the register.

- What?

Empty it!

Press ''no sale''. Upper left.

Take it!

- Please... Please, mister...

- Start the car.

Please don't shoot.

Please. Please don't shoot.

(squeaking)

- Look at me.

- Please don't shoot me.

Oh, God.

- Open your mouth.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.

Bang!

- You were great! Great.

- (squeaking)

Pull over.

What?

l think you better stop the car.

You OK?

Mick?

l'm ready to do another one. 7-Eleven.

- Those guys got cameras.

- Doughnut shop.

- Why don't we rob a police station?

- No. l love doughnuts.

( ''Downtown'' by Lloyd Cole)

l wanna take you down

l wanna take you right down

l wanna see a touch of evil in your eye

But all that l get, babe,

is sweetness and lies

l wanna see something

that l might desire

l wanna take you down, babe,

into the mire

Deal's going down

no cheques no plastic

One thing's for sure,

never get what you're asking

They come with johnsons,

they come with knives

They're robbing your boots

when they're giving you a shine

l wanna take you down

l wanna take you right down

l

l wanna take you down

l wanna take you down

l wanna take you right downtown

Hey! Don't fade on me now.

- l'm all right. l just wanna sleep a second.

- Come on.

Levering.

This is Patterson's neighbourhood.

That's his street.

- Really?

- Let's turn around.

Pull a U-ie right here.

l have to go to work.

You don't mind if l sleep here, do you?

Just lock up when you go.

You were somethin' last night, Mick.

A changed man.

(door opens)

- Give my regards to Patterson.

- (door shuts)

- Mr Boll!

- Rito.

- Aced it.

- What?

My accounting test.

Third highest in my class.

- Thanks for your help.

- Sure.

- Hey, Michael... Mick.

- Morning.

- That is so awful.

- The city is getting just ridiculous.

- Where's the sugar?

- lt's right here.

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