False Pretenses Page #4

nothing to it.

It's not exactly a

confession, is it?

Did you think you were going to

hit the bulls eye first time out?

Look, just keep him talking,

let Memorex do the rest.

Am I close enough?

To what, get a signal?

- Yeah.

- Let me worry about those things.

Just keep doing what you're doing,

give it a little more time.

Time. He could be gone tomorrow.

Nah, not when

the money's coming in.

I appreciate this.

It's our little secret, okay?

Besides, the department doesn't

know we're using their gear.

- You don't take credit for this?

- For what?

Going behind Wallace's back?

Uh, warrentless surveillance,

misuse of government property.

This isn't about due

process, Diane.

What have you got?

Corporate tax cuts?

And you, sir.

The equity in your home, if you sell

it where are you going to live?

The Social Security benefit

that seems to get

smaller and farther

away every year.

But it's not too late.

There's still time to make the

system work for you.

[ Applause ]

Now, what's the one thing you should

always ask your investment counsellor?

What have you done for

me lately?

Well tonight, we have your

quarterly distribution cheques,

and for those of you rolling

over your profits,

quarterly earning statements

detailing the returns

you're earning on your returns.

And for you first timers...

Mr. Klein Schmidt... and opportunity,

a chance to profit from your

neighbour's experience.

That seemed to go well.

Practically a feeding frenzy.

Even in this economy you make is

seem so easy, so right.

Well, that is the idea.

- But retirement money, their kids' college funds.

- And your point?

Have you thought about what

would happen if they don't turn

a profit, if they can't get

their money back?

Have they?

Do you always answer a

question with a question?

Do you?

Look even

in the best of times, if they

can't afford to take a hit,

well, they shouldn't be sitting

at the table.

What's really on your mind, Dee?

Can we go to jail

for this, Mark?

- For what?

- What we're doing.

I mean, the returns these people

are getting are...

What? Incredible?

Impossible? You've seen

the cheques.

I know, it's just how could

you be the only person offering

these amazing returns.

It just...

It all seems a little bit too

good to be true.

Well, if it's too good

to be true,

you're dealing with an amateur.

But if it's too good to pass up,

well then maybe he's a pro.

That's you. A pro.

Buy you a drink?

Out of the army all I could

find were low pay,

dead end jobs, and now

I average 500K,

tax free, new car every year,

I travel where

I want, when I want.

- Nobody tells me joe.

- How so?

I'm good at what I do?

Investment counselling.

You know why people don't look

a gift horse in the mouth?

They might not like

what they see.

And are they looking?

Is anybody looking?

I don't get it.

What's great about this country:

It's all about marketing.

You don't really have to

produce anything.

If the package looks good enough,

nobody even bothers to read the label.

So, what are you saying?

It's all just sales. Churn.

Money changing

hands. Let the buyer beware.

The sizzle, not the steak.

So, that's what we're

selling. Sizzle.

Is that a problem?

Is that an offer?

Would you like it to be?

No one wants to be a research

associate forever.

All right then.

Now here's the deal.

Well, well, well!

If it isn't Mark Taylor!

Long time, no see. Hmmph!

I might have known you'd

be sitting with

the pretties girl in the room.

Chason.

Well, where are your manners

boy? Come on. What?

Cat got that silver tongue

of yours?

Dee, this is Chason Boggs.

His favourite investor.

Not that he's been acting

like it lately,

but I'm surely pleased to make

your acquaintance darling.

Dee Martin, my partner.

Mr. Boggs.

Call me Chase.

Well this here's one closed

mouthed son of a b*tch.

Never even let on he had a

partner, let alone such a

good looking one.

I'm a silent partner.

Ah, well. Darling,

don't you ever be silent

on my account.

Thank you, Mr. Boggs. Chase.

There you go.

That's more like it.

Waiter! Waiter, my friends are running

dry over here, and keep 'em coming!

I do kind of lay it on kind of

thick, huh? Well, when in Rome.

Just a lonely exile, Dee.

Stranger in a strange land.

But, we're about to change all

of that aren't we son?

Huh?

As soon as I get you up there

to meet the family.

The family?

- Chicago.

- The windy city.

How would you know? The

closest you ever got was

buying a ticket and never even

got on the plane. Stood me up.

- Chason, I couldn't help it.

- Twice! Nobody does that to me.

Do you know how that

made me look?

Huh? Like I belong out here in

this pissant prairie.

- All right then. Look, if it's that big a deal.

- Hey,

you'll go? Huh?

When? Whenever. Just set it up.

All right.

I will, again.

But it's really got to happen

this time, for both our sakes.

All right then.

All right. All right. Yee haw!

I'll drink to that! Ha-ha-ha!

Waiter! Come on now!

We're celebrating here!

Huh? Ha-ha!

Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

[ Slurring now ]

What's a guy got to do to get

a drink around here?

All right, all right.

We're going to get you home there cowboy.

Whoaho-ho.

All right, steady. It looks

like I'm his designated driver.

Here, take my car, partner.

We'll catch up with you tomorrow.

Okay, okay.

- Say goodnight Chason.

- Good night, Chason.

Oh, excuse me.

- Hey.

- Hey, what're you doing here?

Hi. You got last night's tape?

Yeah, they're in my locker

with all the rest, but...

- Do you think Wallace is here yet?

- Whoa, Diane.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We are not ready

You heard him,

he admitted... his payouts

are too good

to be true. Sizzle, not

steak? Come on.

But we need proof.

That's not proof.

There is enough on that tape to

at least get Wallace interested.

- Okay, he's not going anywhere.

- We don't know that. - He just made you his partner.

That's what he does. He makes

promises and then he's gone.

Look, Diane, I don't think

it's a good idea to see Wallace.

You need to have hard evidence.

Hey, I am telling you.

Detective Wallace,

the man that I told you...

- How did you get in here?

- The man I told you about...

You're supposed to check in

at the front desk,

get a visitor's I.D.

He calls himself Mark Taylor.

I thought I explained to you

about jurisdiction.

He is running a phoney investment

scheme right here in your town.

Detective please,

I have proof. Just listen to this tape.

That's all I'm asking.

Make it quick.

[ Tape is blank ]

Okay.

[ Tape is blank ]

I don't understand why

it's not working.

What happened?

Uh, it's blank.

What?

Murdoch, what is this

doing here?!

This is the Sheriff's department.

They should have been safe.

But how could they all be blank?

That thing on the counter, it's a

degausser, a powerful electromagnet.

We use it to bulk erase

surveillance tapes. Erase?

It belongs in the evidence room,

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