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taken this money...

...and cut you up for coyote food.

Lucky for you

we're not criminals.

Be in Santa Fe

day after tomorrow...

...at the Hotel La Fonda bar, 6 p. m.

Don't be early. Don't be late.

You might bring

a change of clothes.

- Hello.

- Hi, honey.

- Ray. Where are you?

- I'm still in Taos.

- I'm staying the night.

- Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. Just fine.

Look, I don't think

I'll make it home tomorrow.

Maybe Tuesday. I'll come home

as soon as I can.

Ray? Hi. Greg Meeker.

Welcome to the all-new

Albuquerque FBI offices.

Have a seat.

You like snapshots, Ray?

I love snapshots.

Little frozen fragments of time.

Completely real.

Unless you know what happened

when a picture was taken...

...you don't know sh*t.

- Where's my hat?

Artie O'Brien, a. k.a. Spenser.

- He's dead.

- See?

No way you'd know that from looking

at this photo.

Oh. That's Goodman.

That's the redhead.

Gorman Lennox. Ever met him?

- No.

- Me, neither.

Kind of like this one, though.

You gave him my money, Ray.

FBI funds.

You give a half million to

a man you don't know?

What the f*** were you doing?

I should've let you handle it,

but I was trying to I.D. A body.

- With bureau money?

- With whatever I had!

All right. Cool.

I accept that. From cop to cop.

Square business.

Cop to cop. Straight up?

Tell me about him. This Artie

O'Brien/Spenser guy.

Artie was a mule.

From time to time, he'd

transport money for us...

...and sh*t like that.

Something went wrong on this one.

We don't know why.

- But then you stepped in...

- And f***ed up.

I didn't pull the trigger

that blew his brains out.

No, you didn't.

Let's just figure out how you're

gonna pay back the money and get home.

What are you talk...?

To the government, you're

responsible for the money...

...since it was your call to

give it away.

Maybe talk to your sheriff.

Pull it out of petty cash.

What if I went to Santa Fe?

Meet with Lennox,

tell him the deal's off?

I'd get you back

your money.

You amateur. You don't

know what's out there.

Want your money?

You still want to know about Artie.

Forget Artie.

Artie killed himself.

Hang on a minute.

He might be right, Greg.

It may be our only play.

Think about it.

The bimbos think he's Spenser.

What can we lose?

- Okay?

- Okay. Go to Santa Fe.

Can I call my wife,

tell her I'm okay?

- You can't call your wife.

- Why not?

Nobody can know what you do.

You're undercover.

Standard operating procedure.

If you do this,

you'll do it our way.

- Spenser have a first name?

- Bob.

Artie called himself Bob Spenser.

- Bob?

- Yes.

I can be a Bob.

So, what'd they say?

Come on, tell me.

They said they were pretty pictures,

but only show professional artists.

Mr. Gorman Lennox?

Hi, I'm Bob. Bob Spenser.

Oh, Jesus. Bob.

Where'd you get that hat?

- It's new.

- No kidding?

- Would you excuse us?

- Hold on a second, Bob.

- Bob, this is...?

- Roz.

- Roz Kincaid.

- Nice to meet you, Roz.

Bob, here, is from Los Angeles.

He has an important collection

of American Western art.

- Isn't that right, Bobby?

- Uh-huh.

I tricked you, I'm an art broker.

Bob is a client.

I'm gonna take him around...

...to some of the galleries, recommend

some acquisitions.

First, I'd like him

to look at your paintings.

I'm gonna recommend

that he buys one.

- That is, if we come to a fair price.

- Oh, no. L...

You're an artist?

Look at the work, Bob.

You tell me.

- Are they for sale?

- Oh, this is silly.

Hell, yes!

What are you doing? Jesus Christ.

What if she comes out here

and sees that?

Those are her dreams.

You don't throw them away.

Come on. Let's go.

We're on a schedule. We gotta move.

Ben, I said to stay out of

the street. Come in.

Okay.

Pick up your bike.

Then come inside and sit down.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Molly Dolezal?

- That's me.

I'm Special Agent Flynn,

and Agent Demott.

We're with

FBI Internal Affairs.

We wanna talk to your husband.

We saw the note on the office.

Your neighbor said

you work here. He's not...

Do you have a gun?

I'm talking with these gentlemen.

Go home and set the table

for dinner.

Sorry to interrupt you

here at work.

- We deal with crimes within the FBI.

- How can I help you?

We're investigating a missing $500,000

from an impound facility.

Money that's evidence in a case.

We think your husband's involved.

- You're from the FBI?

- Yes.

Our prime suspect in this

theft had an accomplice.

We know your husband found our suspect

dead, along with our money.

Your husband's disappeared and

we can't find the accomplice.

My husband's trying to find

who the dead man was.

- If he calls...

- I'll tell him you want to talk.

That is all you want?

Here's my card. I realize

you want to protect him...

...but think about one thing:

Half a million dollars.

It's a lot of temptation.

They use the same clay...

...that Indians used to make pots

a thousand years ago.

- Worried about your money?

- I want to talk about it.

It's in a safety deposit box

along there with mine.

I was thinking...

Maybe we should reconsider.

Sorry the girls got rough,

but it's microelectronics.

We live in the age of the body wire.

It's understandable

we got a little paranoid.

I personally feel that it's

all about trust.

You trusted me

with your half-million dollars.

So naturally,

I'm inclined to trust you.

Lane said you'd deliver,

and you did.

Most guys wouldn't trust me.

So it was a test?

What did Lane tell you about me?

Nothing.

What did Lane tell you about me?

Nothing.

You see? It's trust.

It's all we got. It's all we need.

You're not what I expected.

How's that?

From what Lane said, I expected

a fancy package...

...sort of a fast-talking,

slow-walking...

...mohaired-Sam

kind of a thing.

You show up in your cowboy hat

and I thought:

"I hooked up with Andy of Mayberry. "

If you're not comfortable with me,

let's call the deal off.

- You give the money back.

- Do I seem edgy?

I quit smoking

about a week ago...

...it's been like boring

a wild hair up my ass.

I can't do anything right.

Let me just chill out.

We'll relax.

You put up 500,000,

I put up 500,000.

- We're partners. We're all locked in.

- Right.

Are we expecting someone?

Well, yeah. Lane.

- Lane?

- She was a little concerned...

...when she didn't hear from you.

Thought maybe you backed out.

Here she is. Here comes Lane.

Here's our girl.

Hi, honey.

- Hope I didn't hold you up.

- Just wanted to see Bobby squirm.

Well, where did you disappear

to last week?

Well, you know.

You could have called.

Yeah.

Well...

Let's sit down.

When Gorman said he was

meeting you face to face...

...I had to see it with my own eyes.

I thought perhaps something

had gone wrong.

- Obviously not.

- No. Just personal business.

Gorman, you owe me

a finder's fee.

I'll take care of you

when the deal goes through.

I've got to confirm

my transportation.

Don't let her bulldoze you. She's

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