Double Take Page #7

Sh*t.

And the dog? Oh, the dog is the centre

of this entire investigation.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Hey, Martinez.

Daryl, you want to step over here

and sign out?

Daryl?

- Where is he? Where did he go?

- Who?

Chase. He made me.

He's on the move.

- We didn't see him.

- He's on foot. He's running. Let's go.

What in the sh*t were y'all doin'?

Let's move it.

We gotta find him.

We gotta find him. We gotta find him.

Oh! Sorry.

Don't move!

Now, you heard me. Don't move.

- Freddy?

- Yeah, it's me.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's gonna be all right.

All right?

I'll get you through this.

- I thought you was crazy.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, look.

- We gotta get the hell out of here.

- No, no. I gotta get to New York.

McCready's dirty like you said.

Martinez left Chloe.

- I don't know if she's dead.

- Look, look, look. She's gonna be fine.

Chloe's going to be fine. Remember

my partners Norville and Gradney?

Partners? Wait, wait, wait.

The drug dealers?

They're FBI agents. They've

been down with me the whole time.

It's a covert operation.

Let's get the hell out of here before

we end up with bullets in our head.

Oh, sh*t!

Down, b*tch!

- Do I look like I'm goddam moving?

- I'm talking to the goddam dog!

- Who is that?

- Oh, you're gonna like this.

Oh, yeah? What am I gonna

like about this?

The new guy,

bought and paid for.

Send him up, Minty.

Send him up.

I can't begin to tell you how you guys

have screwed things up for me.

You are a bunch of stupid,

incompetent jackasses...

who don't know

how to do a simple job.

And you...

If you are any indication

of the efficiency...

of the Central Intelligence Agency,

let me tell you, my friend:

Your government is in deep water.

Minty, in every operation

there are a couple of snags.

You go off like a loose cannon,

kill Governor Quintana...

get bit by his dog and have

the stupidity to leave it behind...

connecting you to the crimes

and me as well.

And you call that "snags"?

And you...

You assured me

that my money was safe...

safe from prying eyes.

Well, Minty, it was,

until you transferred $ 106 million...

into your account

in a single day.

Daryl would've had

to be dead not to catch it.

See, Minty? A snag.

Minty, I will handle your accounts

personally if things get any worse.

And exactly how much worse

are they supposed to get?

- I can handle Daryl.

- That time is all passed now.

I am going to take care

of Daryl myself, my way.

Oh, hey,

I don't like the sound of that.

- That is music to my ears.

- Gentlemen.

- Hi, baby.

- Come here.

- What happened to you?

- Stinkin' mutt bit me.

Damn thing's bitin' everybody,

right?

Yeah. That little furball

has got sharp teeth.

Minty, I'd like

for you to meet Agent Gradney, FBI.

Let me guess, huh? You...

You want a piece of the action, hmm?

- I'm worth it.

- Yeah? Show me how you're worth it.

Well, why don't we ask Maque here.

- Isn't that right, sweet thing? - Hey.

Wh-Wh-What do you think that you're doing, huh?

She's Tiffany's partner.

Always has been.

She was a plant

from the beginning.

Now, that bite mark's the only thing

that connects you to this murder.

We make sweet thing disappear here,

along with that stinkin' mutt...

FBI doesn't have much of a case,

now, do they?

Whoa. You are better

than I thought.

Damn!

Elliot was a good man...

and there wasn't too many good men

at the Bureau.

They put me on a 5150

because I give a damn.

I'm sorry

about your friend, man.

There's somebody special in there

I want to get out.

It's payback time.

- No wonder the Bureau kicked him out.

- Hey, hey, hey. Watch it. Slow!

I am Freddy Tiffany, FBI!

- Oh, look at that fool.

- Lookie here. Lookie here.

Keep your hands off me! You know

damn well you got orders not to shoot.

You know what's goin' down?

I'm going to arrest all you crackers.

- You can believe that and then some.

- Hey, Tiffany.

- What?

- I think you forgot about me.

- No, I didn't.

- Freeze! Freeze.

You, I'm just going to kill.

Martinez, drop your gun.

Drop it.

- You all right, baby?

- I'm better now.

Get your ass over there.

You, Jones!

Get your b*tch ass over there!

- Daryl, handle your business.

- Here, sweetie.

Thank you, baby.

You know how I like silver guns.

T.J., where is Chloe?

Banker boy, how do you plan

on gettin' out of here?

Your life is worth less

than a Mexican food stamp right now.

I'm going to ask you again.

Where is Chloe?

Eh, Mr. Chase,

Chloe is in perfect health.

If you don't believe me, take a look

out that window. See for yourself.

- Please.

- Thomas...

if I don't like what I see,

you're all dead men.

- Daryl, this is not like you.

- I think the brother means business.

Put your hands

where I can see 'em!

- Hey, baby!

- Well, what did you expect, huh?

Your girlfriend in chains and shackled

in a deep, dark wine cellar, huh?

We are all civilized here,

Mr. Chase.

- What about Governor Quintana?

- Unfortunately...

Quintana didn't want to be part

of our happy little family.

That's why I'm sure you both

will be more cooperative than he was.

More cooperative?

C.A., you piece of sh*t.

You were like a father to me.

Well, you're still like a son

to me, Daryl.

That's why all of this can

be resolved very simply and cleanly.

- C.A., shut up.

- Hey, uh, Minty. I got a question.

How is it you can afford the CIA,

a banker from Wall Street...

but you can't seem

to buy a better eye...

than that marble

you got rollin' around in your skull?

- Oh, you got some balls, Tiffany.

- That's what your mama said.

Okay, Minty. Enough

of this cops-and-robbers bullshit.

- Call in the guns.

- I'm afraid I can't do that.

- I beg your pardon?

- I have always known...

that Maque Sanchez

was with the FBI.

God, Charles,

I have got well over $600 million...

in your American banks right now,

which your government has frozen.

The only chance I have of ever

recovering any of my money...

is to turn all of you over

to the Justice Department...

which Mr. Tiffany and Miss Sanchez

happen to be members of.

My God. You set me up. That's

why you made that goddam deposit.

- You started all of this.

- Ah, that's right.

And you clowns just confessed

to everything we need.

Considering the caliber

of your work...

you are all lucky to be able to walk

out of here with your lives.

Betrayal. Ain't it a b*tch?

- Drop the gun, or I'll kill her. -

Put it down. - I swear I'll kill her.

- Drop the gun, Tiffany.

- Put the gun down now.

- Tiffany, you son of a b*tch, I'll kill her!

- Put it down!

- Will you stop it, Freddy?

- Drop the gun. - Put it down!

- Shut up! - Put it down

now! - Goddam it, Freddy!

- Put your gun down! - I'll kill

her! - You want to go there with me?

- Relax! - I'll kill

her! - Let's go there!

- Freddy! - Me

and you! - Shut up!

- Shoot him! - Huh?

What? - Shut up!

- Freddy! - I'll roll you like a

Philly blunt and smoke your b*tch ass!

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