Head Over Heels Page #7

Hey. It looks like Halloran is actually Vadim Strukov.

He's the chairman.

It was under my nose the whole time.

He was talking about a meeting on a runway at 5:00,

but I don't know which airport.

Cover 'em all.

Wait. Those were bullet holes in Mr. Halloran's painting.

What?

What are you talking about?

I'm privately restoring a painting for Mr. Halloran.

That's how we met.

- Oh, my God, it was a Russian painting.

- He's been to your apartment?

Why, you think my roommates are in danger?

Oh, crap.

It's 3:
00 in the afternoon.

Waiting list does not begin for another five hours.

Okay, maybe you can jump the list.

Stay here.

F.B.I.! Freeze!

Put your hands on your head.

Not you, girls. Him.

Hamlet, stay.

Hamlet, no!

Oh, these handcuffs are too tight.

Okay, would somebody friendly please

tell me what is going on?

- Jim's an undercover F.B.I. agent.

- No, he not.

Everybody knows he's Jim Winston.

Oh, my God. Jim Winston isn't even your real name.

I slept with a man, and I don't even know his real name.

- Okay, so what's your real name?

- It's, uh, Smoot.

- Bob Smoot.

- "Bob Smoot."

- Hi.

- I'm gonna die handcuffed next to a guy named Bob Smoot?

I can't die here.

This place is full of ugly dresses.

Jim or Bob or whateveryour name is,

if ever you're pretending to be in the fashion

business again, a little note:

except for strippers, women like jewelry on

their fingers, not on their tits.

Maybe there are a lot of strippers in Antwerp.

Antwerp? Nobody makes dresses in Antwerp.

The only thing that comes from Antwerp is diamonds.

Good ones.

What are you doing?

Stop it. Stop it!

That's disgusting!

Stop it!

Smoot is kinky.

If that was a rhinestone,

I would have been able to crush it

instead of chipping my tooth.

Huh?

The dresses.

I was so obsessed about tracking the money,

I forgot about the dresses.

Antwerp-- Russia.

They were never laundering money.

They were smuggling diamonds.

But you can go to Tiffany's and have a fat businessman

buy you all the diamonds you want.

Yeah, but not Russian diamonds.

Is illegal to take diamonds out of country.

Oh, Holly, you borrowed my panties again.

Diamonds?

That's why Strukov never let me take one for girlfriend.

Or wife. Bastard!

Harold, I'll make a deal with you right now.

Get us out of here

and turn state's evidence,

I guarantee they'll go easy on you.

Think about it, Harold.

Federal witness protection program.

We're booking people into Hawaii right now.

Tsk, tsk. Harold.

Da.

OW!

Whoa. At least he wasn't lying about that black belt.

What are you doing?

It's evidence.

What are you doing?

Tennis bracelet.

You see?

The diamonds are replaced by cheap zirconiums...

before they go to the shipping floor.

So everything we've been through together has been a lie.

No, not everything.

Just the little things.

Like your name, your job,

the fact that all of your ex's are in the

witness protection program?

The limo!

Get in the limo!

Excuse me.

Who the hell are you people?

Hey, hey!

This is my limo!

My limo!

Ladies! OW!

- Stay down!

- Don't worry. I got the limo at the Jackie auction.

- It's totally bulletproof.

- Mr. Alfredo?

Oh, my God. I'm Candi, and let me just say,

it's such an honor to meet you.

Oh, thank you, dear, but don't tease.

It's bad enough that half my

models canceled on me with the flu.

What am I supposed to do

for my 5:
00 runway show?

Who's that?

It's Alfredo.

Everybody knows Alfredo does the hottest runway.

Yeah.

- RunWay?

- What? What is it?

-Jesus!

- So, Alfredo, do you need models?

Well, what the hell have I been saying?

Well, what the hell do we look like?

- Vince, it's Jim. Look, I don't think--

- Models with attitude.

It couldbe a fashion show runway.

I like it. You're hired.

All of you.

Yea!

Hey, we're still being chased

by those Russian guys.

We lost those losers ages ago, and your hanging

with the Jim-man just got us a good gig.

I know I screwed up.

No, I had him, but lost him.

Look, Amanda showed up early and blew my cover.

No, I didn't tell her Who I--

Of course I lied to her.

Look, no--

Look, I'm pulling up to the tent right now.

If he's at this show, I could bust him. Trust me.

Hurry up. We're here.

Marvelous.

All right. You guys make your way

through the crowd and get movin'.

Look, I have to find Strukov, but I am personally

making sure that you get out of here.

Aw, gee, thanks, Jim, but you do

what's important to you.

I'll be fine on my own.

Oh, thank God.

Allright.

This is the last one.

Make her beautiful.

Oh, no,

but I'm not a model. No!

Let's get cracking, huh?

Forget about the stupid models.

Just get Winston and the Amanda girl

and get them out of here.

And for Christ's sake,

be discreet.

Don't attract attention.

I look like Stevie Nicks!

Ohh--

Hey, hey!

Where you going?

Holly!

- I Wish I was a stranger who wanders down the sky

- OW!

I wish I was a starship in silence flying by

I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand

I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand

I wish I was a writer who sees what's yet unseen

I wish I was a prayer expressing what I mean

Ooh! Ah!

Yeah!

Get off me! Will you get this woman off me?

Move your hands!

Amanda, trust me.

- Oh!

- Ah!

Leave it to Alfredo to bring a sense of

theater back to New York fashion...

with his new slam-bang show tonight.

I should've guessed that if there was gonna

be some sort of fashion fiasco...

that you girls would be in the center of it.

The only fashion fiasco here is your haircut, Sparky.

Yeah, that's really--

Pardon me, Officer.

Ladies, I just want you to know that you'll each be

issued a special commendation...

formeritorious service

from the director of the F.B.I.

Agent Smoot says there's no way he could have

cracked this case without you.

So, thank you.

That's five separate commendations,

if you can count that high.

Bye-bye.

- Nice Work, Smoot.

- Thanks, Megan.

All right.

- Can I talk to you?

- Yeah.

I owe you an apology.

I, uh--

This is not the best place for this, but, uh,

Listen.

I'm sorry I lied to you, but I'm not sorry I met you.

Not at all.

So, I was hoping that you could forgive me...

and maybe we could start over.

What do you think?

Uh, I don't know, you know.

I just, um--

I just ended this relationship with some guy named Jim...

because he wasn't honest with me from the beginning.

I'm not really sure I'm ready to start

a new one with who ever you are.

Let's go, Smoot.

We're gonna be filling out paperwork

for the rest of our lives.

I know what you're thinking, and this time you're right.

I screwed up.

By the time I realized it, he was already gone,

and now I can't find the one guy

I ever really cared about.

- Mandy!

- Did you miss us?

Hey, how was Palm Springs?

Oh, we just had the best time at that Dinah Shore tourney.

Oh, you finished.

- It's magnificent.

- Yeah.

Well, at least he was good for something.

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