Deception Page #5

It's not coming out of

our pockets, is it?

What?

- That delivery. You

didn't bill it to us.

No, of course not.

Good.

You guys charge

enough as it is.

- Is everything okay?

- Okay?

- With the audit.

- Yeah, yeah. It's fine.

I... it seems to be

going very well.

Good.

It's not exactly

a spectator sport.

Yeah, well,

I was gonna order

in dinner anyway.

- You want something?

- No, I'm fine, thank you.

Taxi.

Come on.

- What happened?

- Probably a gas leak.

- Which apartment?

- 631. Jonathan McQuarry.

- Is there a body?

Coroner's already

taken it away.

We should be arriving

in Madrid by 6 a.m.

Excuse me, are you

finished with that?

- Please, go ahead.

- Thanks.

- You on business?

- Yes, I am.

- What do you do?

- I'm an accountant.

- Do you like it?

- I love it.

- Numbers know how

to behave, right?

Sure.

Order and symmetry.

What else could a man need?

Jim Winter. Deutsche Bank.

- Jonathan McQuarry,

Worth and Berman.

Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

What do you think?

- You certainly look

the part, Wyatt.

Whoa, Wyatt?

- Who's Wyatt? My name is...

- Hey. Don't.

Yeah, the rules.

No names, huh?

- That's a nice suit.

- When did you get in?

- Couple of days ago.

- Two days, huh?

- Been enjoying Madrid?

- Been jet-lagged.

- We need champagne.

You want to order some?

No, I'm fine with this.

Then give me a beer.

Holy sh*t, look at this.

Wow. I spoke to Mr. Ruiz...

at Banco Nacional

de San Sebastian.

He's ready for us

whenever we want.

You're about to be a

millionaires, baby.

How about that?

Little ol' you, huh?

From the corner of

the street and here...

you are, to the

biggest double suite.

Who's always

looking out for you?

Oh, yeah. Suits and ties,

I told you, they're

the big game.

Hey. I'm paying you

a million bucks...

for services rendered.

- What the f*** is

wrong with you?

Nothing. Christ,

I'm jet-lagged.

I do so hate to be

crass, but you...

don't have 'No, thank

you' rights here.

You don't have to

tell me that twice.

So, how did it go?

Everything okay?

Perfect. You did a

great job on him.

Yeah, that poor bastard...

was practically

in love with you.

- He said that?

- He didn't need to say it.

So, he just

transferred the money,

no questions?

Sure, he had

questions. He said...

he would only do it

if you were safe.

What about him?

- Is he safe?

Well, he had a

little accident.

- What?

- The old routine.

- You killed him?

- It was an accident.

You f***ing killed him?

You f***ing piece of sh*t.

You f***ing lousy... lousy...

He knew my name.

Jesus Christ, why do you care?

How long do you think

he would've waited...

for you to show before

he called the cops?

One hour? Three?

I had no choice.

Alright? He would've found me.

Jesus Christ.

You were into the accountant.

You for real?

That was stupid.

F***.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know whats

wrong with me.

It just caught me by surprise.

You'll feel fine later

with all that cash. Trust me.

Buy you a nice leather

bag to put it in.

We'll take the night

train to Paris.

Have some fois gras

at Le Bouclard...

then mosey on down to Nice.

Work on our tans.

Buy a yacht.

We can name it Jonathan.

My baby loves me,

she always makes me feel fine.

She loves me,

she lets me know

that she's mine.

And when she kisses...

And then I ask her

if everything is okay.

I get my answer,

the only thing I can say.

I say 'Yeah, yeah.'

Your turn.

- Say it.

- Yeah, yeah...

is what I say.

Oh, what I'm gonna do to you.

- I have an appointment

with Mr. Ruiz. Ruiz?

Ruiz, that's right.

- Ruiz. I'm Jonathan McQuarry.

I was told to expect

you. One moment.

McQuarry.

Okay, this way. Excuse

me. The young lady,

she's also on the account?

- No. She's my

personal secretary.

I see.

Well, only those

on the account...

are permitted in

Mr. Ruiz' offices.

I do apologize.

- Would you mind

if I waited here?

Wait here if you like.

This way, please.

Mr. Lopez-Poline,

our Bank Manager.

He will take care of you now.

- Mr. McQuarry. Buenos dias.

- Buenos dias.

I understand you wish to close

your account with us today.

I'm afraid so.

I require some

extra liquidity.

Of course. I need to

see your passport...

and you will need to

sign a few documents.

Here you are.

- Gracias.

- Gracias.

And tell me, will

the co-signer...

be joining us shortly?

- Excuse me?

The co-signer on this account.

We will need his

information as well...

before we can

release the funds.

- The co-signer.

- Yes, sir.

When this money

was transferred...

there was a request

for a co-signature...

to release the funds.

I have it right here.

A Mr. Bose, Wyatt Bose,

is listed on the

account as well.

- Wyatt Bose.

- Yes, Mr. McQuarry.

According to our records...

you yourself requested

the co-signature...

when you transferred

these funds.

Yes, I know I did,

but it's just...

It's not a problem.

I can sort this out.

Please tell Mr. Ruiz

I'll be back shortly.

Okay.

- Hello.

- Are you free tonight?

- Jonathan.

I said, are you free tonight?

Yes, I am.

Hello, Jonathan.

My God, I'm a handsome devil.

The hair isn't quite right.

You losing some on top, there?

- Regardless, you look well.

For someone you

thought you'd killed.

I want half.

Careful. The suit doesn't make

the man, Jonathan.

I stole 20 million dollars.

I figure I'm entitled

to some of it.

There are two

signatures required...

to release those funds.

You thought of

everything, didn't you?

Without me that money doesn't

move anywhere. I want half.

Okay. Let's do it.

- Seor Bose.

- Thank you.

Seor McQuarry.

Would you sign

there, Mr. McQuarry,

please?

Two suitcases,

ten million each.

Well, everything

seems to be in order.

Mr. McQuarry, Mr. Bose...

please sign here and here.

Thank you. Please follow me.

All yours.

Well, here we are, Jonathan.

Spain, a suitcase

full of money.

A lot of people would

give everything...

to feel what we're

feeling right now.

I'm curious.

How did you know

youd been played?

- You made a mistake.

- I made a mistake?

The photo you sent me

was taken a few weeks ago.

Before the pipe behind her

caused the stain.

- I knew she was in on it.

- No longer. She took off.

Where is she?

She really got

under your skin,

didn't she?

I'll give you half my share

if you tell me where she is.

Is that so?

Let's go somewhere

quiet and make a deal.

She fell for you, Jonathan.

It's true.

I think she may have

even loved you.

She's a very special

girl, and I think...

she's worth more than

half your share,

but then again...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Wait. Wait. I need

to talk to you.

No. Get out of here, Jonathan.

- I came here hoping

I would see you again.

You know nothing about me.

You don't even know my name.

So I was just

part of the plan,

is that it? Everything.

I wanted to call it off.

That night in Chinatown.

- I didn't know he

was gonna try...

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