What's the Worst That Could Happen? Page #3

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- Officer, this is my ring.

- Sure. Give him the ring.

Look, my girlfriend

gave me the ring.

If I don't come home

with my ring...

Give me the ring. Give me it.

This is my ring.

You expect us to believe that?

You...

I can go along

with some things, but...

some things make no damn sense.

- Let go of the damn ring.

- This ain't right.

Write a letter to the editor.

Oop. I forgot.

I own the newspapers.

We'll take care of everything.

Get him out of here.

Don't you worry,

Mr. Fairbanks.

This is a good ring.

This is a very nice ring.

All right, just hear me out, OK?

One more time.

I just feel if we were

to go back, you know...

and, uh, give him

a chance to confess...

you know, come clean...

he might just hand over what is

in fact my rightful property.

I could see how that sounds

all messed up, right?

Comin' out of my mouth.

But it's the truth.

Can I see my lawyer?

Seventeen,

with the robbery suspect...

at Twenty-five Harbor Heights,

Marblehead...

what's your twenty?

Yeah. That's it, 10-4. We're on

the corner of Camden and 4th...

en route to the station

with the perp in custody.

What? Hey! Hey, you! Stop!

Sh*t! What's going on?

That son of a b*tch!

Anything?

Nothing. Clear. Let's go.

I want my damn ring!

You don't know what you started.

I'll take door number three.

Gotta go!

Hello, honey bun.

How was your day?

Good.

What's the matter?

Well, was it bad?

Go on.

I lost the ring.

Oh, Kevin,

I just gave you the ring.

Well, actually, it's worse

than that. The ring was stolen.

Stolen by who?

Of all the lousy, jerkological,

cheap-shot stickups...

this has gotta take the cake.

- You got that right.

- Robbed by a householder...

doing a robbery.

Terrible, Kevin, terrible.

- You laughing at me?

- Hell, yeah, I'm laughing.

It's embarrassing. You should be

ashamed of yourself.

Sixteen thousand.

What's in that cigar

you're smoking, huh?

Come on, the Faberg egg alone...

Nice. Don't want it.

It's hard to move.

- Can't move it.

- The damn car, OK?

It's worth...

OK, I'll give you six and a half

for the car.

Round it off to twenty-one five.

That's because

I raised you as my own...

and I'm happy to see you

back in the business.

- Sixteen.

- Sixteen.

- Plus six and a half.

- Half, right.

- Is twenty-one five?

- Man, look. Six...

Twenty-one, fifteen, twenty...

Don't worry about it.

Look here, it's late, all right?

I wanted to see

if you're on your game...

so I took a shot at you.

That's all I did.

Man...

I just feel like I'm getting

robbed by everybody tonight.

Come on, Kevin,

it's not that bad.

Why are you so upset?

Why am I so upset?

Baby, let me show you something.

You see this?

This is a Faberg egg...

Russian, 1890.

Now, some people get all freaked

and obsessed by these.

Why?

It's what it represents.

Power, taste, superiority.

That's all in the mind...

of the person

who puts a price on it.

What's it mean to me?

Not a damn thing.

Too hard to fence.

Now, the ring,

on the other hand...

is priceless.

It symbolizes

the day my life changed...

the day I met you.

Wow.

Let's go, Monty.

Let's see what you got.

Ooh, bull's-eye!

Game, set, match.

Do we have a problem?

No. You have a problem...

from which I,

your long suffering attorney...

will once again

try to extricate you.

- So?

- So...

there was a break-in last night.

Oh, no. You're kidding.

Really?

Hmm. Did they get much?

A hundred fifty thousand dollars

in valuables, plus a car.

That's right, Max. He went back.

- Son of a b*tch.

- Sir!

Shut up.

Does Lutetia

know about the, uh...

About the young lady?

So far not.

You've got bigger problems, Max.

The bankruptcy judge

is furious...

you disobeyed his order

not to use the house.

Can't you use a seedy motel,

like a normal philanderer?

What's so funny?

I was thinking

about the robbery.

Something funny

about the robbery?

Yeah, yeah, Walter, there is.

You think that sh*t's funny?

He boosted your ring

right in front of the cops?

Come on, you got to see

the humor in it, please.

I don't.

I don't see the humor.

I robbed a thief. How could you

not see the humor in that?

Because it's not funny.

It's more than just funny,

Walter. It's fate.

Here.

Take a look at this symbol.

It's my company logo

from the I Ching.

Omens, signs, throwing bones...

I don't throw bones, Walter,

but I do throw coins.

And I've been using the I Ching

for twenty years...

and look where it's got me.

This ring...

is a sign.

Everything

is gonna be just fine...

as long as I hold on

to this lucky ring.

Don't worry.

We'll get your ring back.

- Fairbanks is big game.

- Right.

We need a big game hunter.

Shelly Nix.

Shut the f*** up, man.

Thank you.

What the f***'s

the matter with you?

Can you find this a**hole

or not?

Piece of cake.

It's no harder than shutting

down A.O.L. for an hour.

Not that I'd have any interest.

All right. Check it out, y'all.

Usually, when you're trying

to track somebody down...

what you want to do is start

with airline computers...

car rental companies, big hotel

chains, stuff like that.

This guy's a high roller.

He's got his own personal jet...

so it's nothing

but private limos...

and corporate hotel suites

from there on out.

How do you find him?

He's got a personal assistant

right here in Boston.

She e-mails his itineraries,

his schedules.

She practically knows

every detail of this guy's life.

Her name is Gloria.

The ring I told you about...

I'm more convinced than ever

it's major mojo.

You know...

I wouldn't tell

anybody else this but you.

What, my musky teddy bear?

Tell mama.

You can tell mama bear anything.

Mama bear don't care.

Gloria, stop it.

We've discussed this already.

Screw you, Max.

Promises were made.

- Gloria.

- Never mind.

The past is the past.

What can I do for you, sir?

I was saying I was beginning

to go into one of my dips.

I was feeling

fear and anxiety and...

But this ring is like a sign

everything's turning around.

I was just wondering if,

you know, you could confirm...

All right, Max. All right.

Nine in the second place.

Tread a level course.

The perseverance of a dark man

brings good fortune.

Judgment, treading upon

the tale of the tiger...

it does not bite man.

What did the Boston Herald

just call me?

"The dark prince of plunder."

Perseverance of the dark man...

that's me.

Well, maybe.

Treading on the tiger's tale.

Taking mad chances

and getting away with it.

Like that time we were

in the elevator at T.U.I.?

Focus, Gloria, focus.

Let me consult my cards.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

I will, Max.

It takes a little time.

What? What? Gloria, what?

- Max, I'm losing you.

- Gloria, what?

You're cutting out.

I can't hear you.

I hope you got the e-mail that

Lutetia wants you to call her.

Lutetia? What does she want?

Lutetia? What does she want?

The only person he's afraid of

is his wife Lutetia.

Here she is...

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