Fair Game Page #2

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Are scurrilous

and baseless,

And may I say

between us,

Tete--tete,

That this would take

A minimum of 2 years

to prove,

And he would

transfer title

To new relatives.

As far as this humble

counselor's concerned,

The most I would receive

Is a $200 slap

on the wrist.

You're right.

I'm not going

to waste our time

Dragging us

into family court.

Yeah, that's...

Ridiculous.

But, uh,

maritime court?

Federal maritime court?

That's another story.

Maritime court?

Doesn't that have

something to do

With cruise ships,

right?

Actually, it has to do

with all ships...

Like this one.

Never heard

of the Tortuga.

I didn't say the name.

Lucky guess?

Listen, Hollenbach,

the law of the sea

Is simple--and federal.

I don't care if you hid

the registry of this vessel

In Panama or Podunk.

I want the title signed over

to my client in 48 hours,

Or you're gonna end up

in a federal prison so deep

That by the time

you get out,

You're gonna need a walker

to chase ambulances.

Are we clear?

You know, counselor...

You're very unattractive

when you're threatening.

Gotcha.

What's our status?

We just crossed over

the underwater cable line.

How long?

Hard to say.

36 hours, maybe 48.

We have to search

For a junction box

down there.

What about

our Miami problem?

I'll take care

of it myself.

Ah, yes.

Ilya Kazak,

The mighty KGB,

Who missed a hit

On a lousy

divorce lawyer.

No wonder

your country folded.

I'll show you

how it's done.

Get out of the way. Go.

Let someone who

doesn't eat borscht

Show you how

to use a computer.

Give me the grid.

Take it down.

Dade county.

Bully and search for target.

There. You see?

She'll be dead by dinner.

Max, um,

there's something

I really think

you should see.

Max!

What's going on?

Make a hole.

Let him in.

There you go.

Take a peek.

Is that your stuff?

I guess so.

I think

you pissed her off, Max.

Definitely pissed her off.

[shouting

in Spanish]

Max.

It amazes me

How much sh*t

a man can accumulate.

You f***ed up.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Rub it in, why don't you?

Not that.

You forgot to get

the lawyer lady

To sign

her statement.

She left her pager,

too.

Come on. I'm off duty.

You work my shift,

it's like the toilet--

It ain't over till

the paperwork's done.

I've dealt with enough

crazy women for one day.

You obviously

got me confused

With someone

who gives a rat's ass.

Signed statement

on my desk, by tonight.

You want to watch

headline news with me?

[meow]

No? It's not going to

kill you.

Aah!

[gasping]

Oh, my god.

Out of my way! Move!

It's OK. I got you.

I got you.

I want it straight,

and I want it now.

Hitman:
The girl,

she's still alive.

She's alive?

You sure?

Idiot.

So, Juantorena,

Miss McQuean

is still alive.

I'm getting

a little bored

With your petty

incompetence.

F*** what you think.

You tap phones

for a living.

I tap banks.

Without me,

You'd still be

stuck in Havana

Pulling bananas

out of your ass.

You think you can

do this by yourself?

What are you going

to do, shoot me?

Yes.

Hey, you.

Do you know how

to do everything he did?

Da.

Good.

I want the land team

ready and armed

To move out

in 10 minutes.

Yes, sir.

[sirens]

It's Nancy,

forensics.

What have you got,

Nancy?

So far, all I got

is a blast pattern

And a strong smell

of marzipan.

Marzipan? Jesus.

Semtex?

Or c-4.

The blast was shaped in

a military configuration

To blow through

the apartment

And kill anything

in its path.

These guys are not

fooling around, Max.

Hey, who'd we draw

for detail?

You got b and g.

Good.

Why don't you go

back to the station

And see what's

going on?

Boys.

Man:
Hi, Max.

Whoo! You smell like

you fell in a sewer.

Check it out yet?

No. We just

got here, too.

Top of the stairs

on the right.

I want you

to keep her away

from the windows.

I'm going to go

stash the jeep

And check

the back door.

Be back in a minute.

Have you downloaded

The background information

on the target?

I can tell you

What size pantyhose

she wears.

We know more about her

than she does.

Any food?

Pop tarts

and beef jerky.

It's Max's fault

that we got night duty.

That's right.

I say he springs

for the domino's.

He's definitely

springing.

I'm not springing.

I got about $10

to my name.

Hey, guys,

I'll buy the pizza.

Call Caffe Romano

over on ocean.

I have an account there.

Yeah, why not?

All right, you two guys,

I need 2 eyes on the front,

You on the back, bean.

Lights out

on the back porch.

Got it.

So...How do you feel?

Like my life

just exploded.

What is this place,

motel hell?

Well, it used to be

a crack house

Until the county

took it over.

Now we use it

for witness protection.

You mean targets?

I didn't say that.

No. Forensics did,

on the radio.

What is Semtex,

detective?

It's a plastic explosive...

Used mostly

by the military

And some...

Terrorists.

I'll tell you this, Kate,

Whoever's after you,

They're real pros.

I suppose

I should take that

as a compliment.

It would be

embarrassing

To be killed

by an amateur.

I got you some

dry clothes here.

Shower's

right behind you

If you want

to clean up.

You get some rest.

So what happens

in the morning?

We figure out

who's trying to kill you.

20 minutes, OK?

Yeah. All right.

To go--pepperonis

with everything,

Extra cheese, four times!

Under Kate McQuean account.

How does she eat so much

and stay so skinny?

Colonel,

we've got her.

She just used

her credit card.

It's a delivery

going to...

[gunfire

and explosions on TV]

Hey, man,

move your car!

My pizzas

are getting cold.

Da, and so are you.

[imitating trumpet]

Hey, babe,

If you were domino's,

I'd get a discount.

If I were domino's,

you'd still be alive.

Oh!

The door's open.

How many in there?

There are 3 more targets.

One on the ground floor

at the back....

One on the second...

And one

at the end of the hall.

Rosa:

Where is target one?

He's in a small room

by the stairs.

Now would be a good time

to catch him.

Ohh...

[flushing]

Aah...Oh.

That's better.

What did you do?

To the heat sensor?

Nothing.

Kazak:
One of them

just disappeared.

OK, you mook,

you better not be

Touching

my frigging pizza.

Oh, sh*t!

Aah!

F***!

Kazak:
Wait.

Target 3 is moving.

Bean, g, talk to me.

G, answer me.

Bean, what the hell's

going on?

Sh*t.

[turns hair dryer on]

Farm boy:

Where is the target?

Kazak:

Stand by, I'm scanning.

Where is he?

Wait.

He's in front of you!

[sobbing]

Sh*t.

Come on. Let's go!

Oh, god!

Come on, quick.

Kazak:
Come back.

The police will be here

any minute.

Coo.

[honking]

They're

out of there.

They?

When did she

become a they?

She's with a cop,

and he's very good.

He killed our whole

goddamn team.

Stop.

Those are police cars.

We'll be safe with them.

That was supposed

to be a safe house.

Only cops

know about it.

Are you saying

we can't trust the cops?

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