The Fury

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- I won.

- What do you mean? You did not!

I did too.

The old man can still beat him.

Come on, Dad.

You saw it, didn't ya? I won.

Close, really close.

- All right. If it was close, let's go again.

- How many times do I have to beat you?

- You beat me?

- Yeah, I beat you.

- All right! You won!

- Hey, leave your father alone.

All this exercise is makin' me hungry.

- Come on, Dad. All right, you won.

- No, no.

- You won.

- No, you won.

- No, no, you won.

- No, you won.

Mr Childress, telephone for you, sir.

On the terrace.

Better get here as soon as you can.

I'll tell Peter.

What'll living in the States be like, Dad?

I don't know.

We've been away a long time.

- Yeah, it's been since Mum died.

- Yeah.

- Hey, why Chicago?

- Good school for you. The best.

- You could go out for football.

- What, give up soccer?

Well, football's more popular

in the States.

Football players

are more popular with the girls.

Dad...

I don't know, school and sports,

all that stuff...

I just won't fit in there.

I feel like some kind of a freak.

What is this?

Maybe if I knew

what was wrong with me...

There's nothing wrong with you.

I might do OK in a zoo.

What the hell are you doing?

Feeling sorry for yourself?

OK, you have a talent

that would shock the hell out of people.

But it's a talent

that also can be put to good use.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Childress understands this.

That's why he wants you

to go to this school in Chicago.

You'll meet other kids

that are... special, like you.

Robin...

I'll be with you.

All the way.

If it doesn't work out,

we'll do something else.

Robin... do me a favour.

I wanna talk to your father alone.

One minute.

- Sure. I'll be on the terrace, Dad.

- OK.

Peter...

You've gotta give me

the telephone number

of that dame

from the antique shop.

There's nothing antique about her.

Everything works.

- Gonna miss you.

- Well, I'm not gonna miss you!

20 years together in the same agency

is more than enough.

Well, you taught me a lot.

You did.

If this is gonna be a teary farewell,

get your ass outta here.

No tears. All laughs.

Say goodbye to your son alone.

Uh, waiter!

Regular luncheon for two.

(Machine gun fire)

(Screaming and gunfire)

My dad!

Get Robin outta here!

- Dad!

- He's all right. He's a professional.

- They're after my dad!

- They're after all of us.

For Christ's sakes...

Dad!

They killed my dad!

Oh, son, I'm sorry.

They killed my dad!

Robertson,

where the hell are you?

Gimme the gun!

I'll find out who broke that security.

- I'll check...

- No! Get this boy outta here.

Come on, Robin, move.

Let's go. Into the car.

It'll be all right, Robin.

It'll be all right.

(Tyres screech)

I'm sorry, sir.

It's all right, Jonathan.

You did a very good job.

- I'm proud of you. Go by the road.

- Thank you. Sure.

Give me the film.

(Radio) 'It's already 87 degrees

this morning...'

(Woman) I said, "Mother,

what do you want from me?

"You got this terrific job.

You're all over the world."

I get to see her once a month,

if I'm lucky.

"OK, I'm happy for you.

I really am."

But I said,

"Just don't try and run my life

"when you happen to be

around the house for a few days

"and feel like playing Mum."

Mm-hm. I know.

They just don't know how to let go.

And they get so hurt

when you try to explain.

Really!

Anyway,

let's see if you know this junk.

January 10th, 1946.

That was the first

United Nations General Assembly

that was held in London.

Right?

- Good.

- See, I told you. I never forget dates.

All right...

Who was elected president

of the assembly?

It's names I have trouble with.

Uh...

- LaRue, don't tell me!

- I didn't say anything.

Yes, you did. You said "Raymond".

I heard you.

I did not. "Raymond"?

His name wasn't Raymond.

It was, uh...

Raymond Dunwoodie.

Who was Raymond Dunwoodie?

I don't know. It's just...

That name just came into my head.

I don't know.

- So what was the real answer?

- Paul-Henri Spaak of Belgium.

Oh, yes! Paul-Henri Spaak.

- I always get that wrong.

- OK, next.

The five permanent members

of the UN Security Council are...

The United States, Russia...

I know!

Let's just forget the whole thing.

- Forget it? Are you crazy?

- LaRue, I know this stuff.

- We have a final at two o'clock.

- And I'm gonna pass with flying colours.

I promise you.

Hey, guess what.

We got a buddy.

Oh, my God. What a creep.

He's walking backwards now.

- Should we give him money?

- No! God, what do you take me for?

I don't know.

Oh, he's not gonna bother us.

- I hope we pass.

- Sure! Two popcorns, please.

- 'Hello?'

- Mr Johnson?

- 'Yes.'

- It's Raymond Dunwoodie.

- 'What is it, Raymond?'

- Now, look, I haven't changed my mind.

There's nothing

I can do for you personally,

but I may have somebody

to locate your son.

'You'd better not be wasting my time.'

No, look, I'm at the beach,

and I made a contact.

She's a kid, maybe 17,

and she's psychic.

- 'Are you sure?'

- That's right, she's psychic.

'Bring her here.'

I don't have her yet,

but I could get her. Now, look...

Mr Johnson, this is gonna cost.

'How much?'

I don't mean 50 or 100 bucks,

not for this girl.

- 'How much, Raymond?'

- $1,000.

'I don't have that kind of money.'

'That's a sad story, Mr J.

'Almost as sad as the story

you told me about your boy.'

Dunwoodie paid off.

We've completed the trace.

He's talking to Sandza

at the Plymouth Hotel.

- Step inside, off the street.

- Yes, sir.

- Is this man registered here?

- I don't know.

- L just came on a half-hour ago myself.

- We think he's been here a few days.

You ain't the police, is ya?

Well... I'm what you'd consider

well-traveled,

but I've never heard

of you gentlemen.

We don't spend a dime

on public relations.

Yeah, well...

That would be Mr R.V. Johnson.

Room 512.

Just down the hall to your left.

Hey, government man!

Don't bust my door down, please.

Use a passkey.

Chase One to Chase Two.

He's loose. Do you copy?

He's loose. Do you copy?

Chase One to Chase Two.

He's loose. Do you copy?

(TV) 'Gunmen

of the Hanafi Muslim sect

'continue their siege

of three Washington buildings.'

(Cat miaows)

Goddammit!

Did you hear that, Vivian? Huh?

Now that's what I'm talkin' about.

Them bozos in Washington

are muggin' the whole damn country!

Every court in the land

helpin' 'em make it legal.

(Vivian) If you asked me what happened

to the milk of human kindness,

I'd have to tell you frankly

that the whole world

has dried up at the tit.

You can say that again.

I swear to hell I don't know...

- (Woman) Vivian!

- Yes, Mother Nuckells, I'm coming.

Couldn't you just once

manage to go potty by yourself?

- Vivian, somebody's in my room!

- Oh, sure!

All right, now.

Nobody's gonna get hurt.

- I just want some clothes.

- He came in my window.

Do you know who he is?

I told you we should have

moved to Melrose Park.

This wouldn't be happening

if we lived in Melrose Park.

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