Bad Influence Page #4

- Hear what happened to Patterson?

- He got mugged last night. Assaulted.

- Can you believe it?

- Gross. What happened to your hand?

- Nothing. No, well, l hurt it.

- Are you OK?

l'm fi... Yeah, l'm fine.

Where did it happen?

l'm not sure.

Do they know who did it?

l don't know.

He didn't seem to wanna go into it.

- He's OK though?

- l think so. He was beaten up pretty badly.

lmagine that. That is the very thing that

makes me wanna... move back to Seattle.

- (door opens)

- (Michael) Alex?

What happened last night?

What do you mean?

Last l remember

we were in Patterson's neighbourhood,

and l go into the office today

and find out he got beat up.

And l'm standing there in the middle of

everybody with dried blood over my hand.

Did we go to Patterson's last night?

Yes. We went to Patterson's.

l mean, l didn't hit him, did l?

You didn't just hit him.

You beat the sh*t out of him.

What the hell were you doing?

Holding him down.

Don't worry. l'm not gonna tell anybody.

Tell anybody?!

- Jesus, this guy is a colleague of mine!

- Don't worry about him.

He won't say anything.

- He knows you'd kill him if he did.

- Wait a min... Wait a sec.

- Kill him?

- Yes.

And if you didn't kill him, l would.

l told him that this morning...

when l went to get the doughnuts.

Get out.

Get out!

OK.

You got what you wanted.

Mick, Howard wants to see you

in his office right away.

- Did he say what it was about?

- No. He just said right away.

- l heard you.

- Sorry.

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

l just got off the phone with Patterson.

Oh?

He's withdrawing himself

from consideration for senior analyst.

Yes?

He says he doesn't want the pressure.

Personally, l think he's overreacting

to what happened to him last night.

Yeah. l heard about that.

lf Patterson's out, that makes you

far and away the leading contender.

l just wanted to let you know.

Thank you. That's good to hear.

- You don't seem very pleased about this.

- No, no, l'm... l'm very pleased about it.

l'm sorry that it happened this way.

Don't let it obscure the fact you've worked

very hard for this and certainly deserve it.

(elevator bell)

Hi, Mike.

Love to see it when you're finished.

- Finished?

- When you're finished with redecorating.

- ls Alex upstairs?

- Who?

- Tony, whoever. The guy staying upstairs.

- Oh, re-upped.

- What?

- Re-enlisted in the navy.

He and my brother were shipmates.

- That son of a b*tch.

- Hey, watch your f***in' mouth, man.

Tony, he's a hell of a guy.

Do you know why l took your stuff?

To show you l could.

Put things back in perspective for you.

What kind of game are you playing

with my life? This is my life!

- l'm going to the police.

- What are you gonna tell 'em?

That some guy you knocked over

a hamburger joint with stole all your stuff?

l just want it back.

lt's mine.

Like your promotion is.

Like Claire is.

Do you think you would've gotten

any of it if it weren't for me?

Keep it.

Keep the stuff.

- So the stuff makes us even.

- Yeah, the stuff makes us even.

Huh.

- Oh, hi.

- Hi.

- Why do you wanna stay?

- Would you rather l not, cos...

No, that's fine. l was just wondering

what was wrong with your place.

- Nothing.

- Oh.

Come on.

- Morning. Any messages for me?

- Here you go, Mr Patterson.

Thanks, Kelly.

Mick, there's a call for you on line one.

She says it's urgent.

- Who said it's urgent?

- l don't know. She wouldn't say.

All right. Thank you.

Take a look at this, Carol.

- Hello.

- (Alex, in a female voice) Hi, sweetheart.

- Don't pretend you don't remember me.

- What do you want?

- (own voice) l'm doing you a favour.

- l don't want a favour.

l did what you said.

Your stuff's gone. l sold it.

But there's a lot of sh*t that's no good

to anybody - discs, pictures, passport.

- Do you want it?

- Yes, that would be a good idea.

Great.

You know the oil fields off La Cienega?

Your stuff's in a box by well number 43.

That's not convenient.

Take it or leave it.

lt's on my way outta town.

You won't see me any more.

- Oh, your wallet's there, too.

- My wallet?

Yeah. You left it on the bar

at the beach. Remember?

l think your Diners Club card's

over the limit, though.

Adios, Mick.

l've gotta go someplace. l'm sorry.

Can we pick this up in the morning?

- Sure.

- Great.

- Everything OK?

- Yeah. Leslie, help Carol.

- Where shall l say you went?

- Don't.

Sorry l asked.

Hi, pal.

l want you to remember one thing.

You asked for this.

(knock at door)

Don't touch that dial.

- Well, hello. ls he here?

- Yeah.

Where's all his stuff?. ls he moving?

(Alex) Uh, well...

- Yeah, sort of.

- Where is he?

- He's in the bedroom.

- Good. l wanna talk to him.

Great. Come on down!

So where is he?

Quit fooling around.

- (Alex) Mind if l play through?

- Where is he? What are you doin'?

- (Alex) Fore!

- Argh!

(recites ''Hail Mary'')

(whistling)

You thought we were even before.

Now we're even.

Before you do anything stupid like

go to the police, l'd think it through,

cos l've covered all the bases.

Elvis has left the building!

(knock at door)

(Pismo) Michael, it's me.

(knocks again)

Open the door.

Michael!

What's going on?

l thought you didn't wanna come here.

- Go away.

- Michael!

Michael! Come on!

- Michael.

- Sh*t!

Could you please stop that?

lt's just a matter of time. Get in bed with

the devil, sooner or later you have to f***.

He did it in my apartment

with my golf club.

l run out of my office after getting

some call from some... woman.

He's got my jacket. My jacket.

- lf l call the police, my jacket shows up...

- l can't be in this.

Blood all over it in my car,

or in some Dumpster, or in my office.

Cops won't believe this guy even exists.

Don't go to them. Promise me you won't.

l need to smoke.

l need your help.

We have to take your car.

Mine's too small.

lf anything happens, if the cops find out...

l can't promise what l'll do.

l don't wanna let you down.

(elevator bell)

What if somebody gets on?

Let's put it down here.

OK. Go get the car and bring it around.

The keys! l left 'em upstairs.

- l was distracted, OK?

- Just hurry.

- Uh-huh.

- Hurry!

(angry voices)

(man) l told you, l did not f*** her!

(woman) You took her out.

To me, that's f***ing.

OK. l f***ed her once.

- Did you like it?

- Goddammit! Shut up.

- l'm sick of it! Every week!

- How was it?

- What?

- Was she good?

- (man) l don't wanna hear it.

- Wait a minute.

- (man) Just forget it, OK?

- Wait!

- Where do you think you're going?

- That's the end of it.

- (woman) Come back.

- Not until you start trusting me.

Trust you!

You just admitted you f***ed her.

Yeah, but you wouldn't even know that

if l hadn't told you.

Get lost! You and your stupid dog.

Pismo.

Over here.

(knock at door)

Yeah?

- What's this?

- lt's my transfer.

- Your what?

- Transfer! l'm going to Financial Services.

- Why?

- Why don't you tell me, Mick?

Something is obviously wrong.

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