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No, there's no part for you in it.

Not in this job.

Then who cares if they use McKinnon?

Bok choy has great texture.

Like alien flesh.

Is that all you ever think about?

I try not to.

What is it? McKinnon?

- No, not exactly.

- Then why are you so serious?

Andy? Rollie.

Yeah, I know what time it is.

I need your radiotelephone.

I'll be right over.

No, just leave it with the doorman.

You go back to sleep, all right?

Good night.

That job that guy wanted me to do?

I think I'll do it.

At 3 o'clock in the morning?

See you.

- What's this? You don't smoke cigars.

- Rollie, please don't. It's personal.

Come on, Andy. I've known you

for four years. What is it?

Just don't look in there. OK?

OK, Andy. Head down Broadway.

I'm not goin' in till noon today.

- Where are we going?

- You are going to return the gear.

I'm gonna see a man about a job.

Now pull over!

Tyler?

Anyone see you come up?

- Did anyone see you?

- No. What the hell are you doing?

- So no one knows you're here.

- My secretary! I told her.

- You're lying, Lipton.

- Jesus! All right, I'm lying!

You got a dangerous

sense of humour, mate.

So how does this work?

Have a look in the crotch.

It's a receiver.

Yeah. And here's the transmitter.

It's like remote control.

- Are there blanks in there?

- Yeah, blanks.

Remember the programmed sequence

and you hit a bull's-eye every time.

De Franco?

De Franco. When?

Turn him to the side.

I look ugly. I hope you're a better

effects man than photographer.

You'll soon find out.

All right, pick a point in space.

Look at it. Close your eyes.

You'll be all right.

Lipton.

Support the front.

Good.

Lean forward.

It's five minutes.

- Is that it?

- We can do it again if you want to.

Huh! Wise guy.

Have you got the negatives?

I gather Lipton thinks everything

is going fine. What do you think?

You're the director. I just rig 'em.

If he blows this, we're in trouble.

We will not only look pretty silly -

we'll never get another witness.

He'll be all right. He's just got to

calm down. A bit nervous, I think.

Listen, Rollie...

I know I don't have the right to ask this.

Yeah, go on.

You know you're the only one

who can do this job.

We're talkin' about

a very special effect here.

You've got the knowledge.

You've got the experience.

Without you it just won't work.

You want me to pull the trigger?

Oh, terrific!

What if someone takes a shot at me?

The restaurant will be filled

with our people.

- And Lipton?

- Forget about Lipton.

If he gives you any trouble,

you come directly to me.

Rollie...

This is a case where we really need you.

Michael Corleone went to Sicily.

What happens to me?

You are 100 per cent protected.

I give you my word.

I also give you my thanks.

I can't tell you how much

we appreciate this.

I must be mad.

All right. Sit down. Shirt off.

- What, not even a hello?

- Hello.

- Shirt off.

- Always a wise guy.

Talks like he's gettin' ready to kill me.

What's that?

What, this?

I got a pack of Luckies in there.

No, it's a pacemaker. Cost me 15 grand.

- And they call me a thief!

- You probably are.

Oh, that's cold.

There you are.

Hey, this is great.

Gimme your best shot, right here.

I might kill you.

Put that gun down.

All right. This is spirit gum.

- What's that? Glue?

- Yup.

That's it.

The Man in the Iron Mask.

Here, pass this through, will you?

- What's this black box?

- A receiver.

What, like some kinda radio?

- Exactly like a radio.

- Forget it! Are you guys nuts?

- What's the matter?

- My pacemaker!

If I get any voltage near my chest,

I'm dead for real!

- Not with this amperage.

- How the hell do you know?

Listen, Tyler,

you'd better be goddamn sure!

Now I'm sure. All right?

Let's get on with it. Siddown.

Wise guy.

Let's start again, eh?

- Well? Am I beautiful?

- Settle for Italian.

Hey, Tyler...

Don't screw up.

Don't forget to get rid of that sh*t.

Better get rid of that.

I hate to do it. Particularly this one.

No loose ends.

Here we go.

- They got there fast!

- Of course they did. They're ours.

- Any problems?

- No. No problems at all.

People everywhere. I shot him

in the middle of his shrimp.

Why the plastic?

I didn't want to get any stains on the seat.

What stains?

I'm sorry, Rollie.

No loose ends.

Not again. Not again!

No parkin' after 10 o'clock!

I told ya yesterday!

No parkin' after 10 o'clock!

What the hell's the matter

with you people?!

This is my site! My street!

Mason, it's Tyler!

- Lipton just tried to kill me!

- What are you talking about?

- You heard me!

- When? Where?

In the car after the stunt.

He pulled a gun on me!

- Were you hurt?

- No, no. I'm not hurt. I just took off.

- He's out here somewhere! He's after me!

- Hold it just a second. Let me think.

What's there to think about?

He's up to something! He tried to kill me!

De Franco must have

paid Lipton off. I'll kill him!

Not if they kill me first!

Listen to me. Stay right where you are.

Are you kiddin'?!

You've gotta get to me!

Do as I tell you, Rollie!

I can't let you take any more risks.

I'll send a patrol car to take you to the

commissioner's office. I'll meet you there.

Yeah! OK.

Just f***in' hurry up!

OK. Now, where are you?

I don't know! In a phone booth!

On the corner of

and 11th!

All right. Rollie, I can't tell you

how sorry I am this happened.

But do me a favour -

yourself a favour. Stay there.

- Wait for us. OK?

- All right!

Yeah, Rick and Susie want us

to meet them at Kelly's.

I know it's raining. So what?

A little rain never hurt anybody.

Base One, this is Mobile One. We made

the delivery but it's the wrong address.

- Get outta there fast.

- What about Tyler?

Forget Tyler! Just get outta there!

- Did you get that?

- Yeah.

So what do we do?

Get over to the hospital.

It's time we brought in a professional.

- Do you have any suspects?

- Not yet but we have several possibilities.

- Wasn't De Franco in protective custody?

- Yes, he was.

Well, who was protecting him?

Hi, Jake.

There he is. What's left of him.

Yeah, that's De Franco.

- Want me to sign this?

- Yeah. Please.

I'll take this down to the squad

and have it vouched for.

Good night.

Quick, get in there.

- Why you?

- Because they knew I'd fall for it.

"Rollie, you're the best" - huh!

I dropped my pants and bent over.

- Who are "they"?

- I know who they said they were, but...

- Why not go to the police?

- An hour ago two cops tried to kill me!

They're probably not real police.

They had a police car, a police radio...

They looked like f***in' police!

Relax!

You haven't done anything.

I'm not so sure.

I loaded the gun with blanks.

But when I was makin' up

De Franco in the truck,

Lipton kept messin' with the gun.

- So?

- So... what if he put in real bullets?

Oh, God.

But then if they wanted him dead,

why didn't they just kill him themselves?

I don't know.

- Wait.

- What?

What? Come on.

You said they wanted

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