* (TENSE STRINGS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) 1 1 1 1 10.53 PM. (CHUCKLES) Sorry if I scared you. I was just heading home. We met in the can. You're Wyatt, right? Yeah. So, you, er, working late, or are you downloading a multitude of porn? No, no. I have to be out of here by tomorrow so I'm trying to finish up. You? This is an early night. Hard to believe once upon a time it was a measure of a man's success in how little he worked. So what's the deal? Our firm hires you to bless our books? Audit manager. I handle the same clients every year. I must have done Stern four years now. So you like this work? Yeah, I do. The order of it appeals to me, the symmetry. It's alright, I guess, if you like working with numbers. You like being a lawyer? It's alright if you like working with assholes. (LAUGHS) Anyway, I'm probably disturbing you, so` It's all right. I'm nearly done. Oh. So... Worth and Berman, huh? Did they headhunt you? Yeah, my senior year of college. They subsidised my graduate degree. So you were, you were poor, right? Yes, kind of poor. I was brought up by my mom, and she died when I was 19, so it was kinda like a lifeline. Wow. Sounds like you needed it. I'm sure a lot had it worse. Not around here. Every suit I know is Harvard by way of Andover. You? Oh, hell no. No, no. No, I'm Princeton by way of Exeter. That's like the same... Oh, I get it. It is the same thing. So, Jonathan, I think I have something here which might help you focus. Do you smoke? Not for a long time. Good. This'll give you a real buzz, then. I don't know. I just sometimes feel so, er... ..you know... ..removed. I work for one of the biggest accounting firms, and there's not so much as a desk there to prove it. My new manager, I haven't even met him in person yet. I try and meet people at work, but it's always the same. To the accounting staff, I'm a pain because for two weeks they have to hold their breath and hope I don't pick up on any screw ups. And to everyone else I'm just a temporary fixture, so why bother? Sometimes... ..I sit and I look through the glass and I see life... ..literally passing me by. Jonathan? Yup? By the clock on that wall, you have been talking for 37 minutes. (BOTH GIGGLE / LAUGH) I can't remember a word I said! So God says to Jesus... (BOTH LAUGH) I haven't felt this good since I saw Van Halen in '97. (BOTH LAUGH) "Stand clear of the doors, please." Is this the train to Canal Street? Er, yes, this is the right train. So, I guess that's it. This is my report for Mr Cross. Great. Could you point me towards Wyatt Bose's office? Who? Wyatt Bose, one of your- Quit looking down Daphne's shirt! So, get in, get out, huh? Where's next? Clancy Funds on Friday, and then Clute-Nichols after that. Sounds like fun. Wait up a second. Um, good to meet you, Jonathan. You too. So, wait, you have the day off tomorrow? How's your backhand? That's out. Woo-hoo! Yeah! Woo! I'm sorry. Thank you. Commiserations, McQuarry. Good game. You develop a killer instinct, you'll beat the crap out of me. When these things came out, I was a frosh at boarding school. Geez, where did you get this, Jimmy Connors? Natural gut? No, it's a hybrid weave. It's natural gut and Kevlar. Kevlar? Yeah. I should have them replaced. They're pretty frayed. Those two girls were so pretty. You, er... you don't get much, do you? Do you mean sex? No, flood insurance. How many women have you slept with? Well,... I don't know. Course you know. Everyone knows. Maybe... Maybe four. Maybe four? Alright, four, then. What about you? Me? I have no idea. You just said everyone knows. Well, I meant everyone like you. Come on, hurry up. Let's go for a drink. Borrow something of mine. Ah, Guten abend, Herr Kleiner. This way, Jonathan. Like it? It's a Gerhard Richter. Actually, Kleiner, the guy we saw, he's a hot shot art dealer. He, er... he hooked me up with this fantastic gallery in Munich. Back in a second. Try this one. What? Come on, Jonathan. Geez. You remind of this guy, Jamie Getz, who I met at my freshman year. He was smart, witty too when you loosened him up, but he had this... ..this boundary. He assumed that he could never scale that wall, but the truth is he was the only one guarding it. What happened to him? Oh, he, er... he killed himself. What? Kidding. (LAUGHS) Go and get changed. Down here? Down there. Second door on the right. (INDUSTRIAL DANCE MUSIC) OK, Jonathan, so just the four, huh? Oh, come on. What's the wildest thing you've done? I've never been too adventuresome. OK. What's the lamest? Well, I once, um... I... No, come on, come on! I once phoned one of those sex lines. Now we're talking. I talked to a girl named Star for half an hour. I ended up explaining a section 179 deduction on a new Escalade. (LAUGHS) You paid to give tax advice on a sex line? That's about the size of it. Oh, thank you for sharing, Jonathan. That is pretty lame. Ooh, hello. Do you think she's looking at me? Yes, she's looking at you. Come on. Maybe it's the suit. Listen, you don't think women have the same urges? Successful women working their asses off to stay that way? And? Well let's just say there's a way that, er, it can be taken care of. You make it sound like a mob hit. (CHORTLES) You had a good time tonight? I had a really good time. A great time. Well, I wasn't sure at one point, because you` Well, I'm shy. Thank you. Thanks for the tennis and taking me out. Tennis any time ` particularly if you play that badly. (BOTH LAUGH) Er, at the corner, please ` the Waldorf Astoria. I gotta go meet somebody. Take care. Have a nice night. I'll call you tomorrow. Any problems, you wanna see Julie Levinson, our assistant controller. But, like I said, I don't anticipate any problems. We've never had any before. OK, thanks. It's really sort of nice out here. I usually just brown bag it. You've gotta get outside. Fluorescent lights kill you ` I read a thing. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Yeah. Shit. Er, I got it here. Hold on. See if you can change it to the 6.30 out of JFK, flight number four. Bye. Rutherford wants me to join him in London ASAP. We're papering some finance with Lloyds. I tell you? No. I'll be gone a couple of weeks. Sounds sort of interesting. Boring as sin. Anyway, I gotta get back. Ready? Oh, right. * That's disgusting. I don't wanna hear that. Fine. That's repulsive. Don't ever tell anyone that. Ever. You're the kind of girl who pees in front of men, aren't you? You do. What goes on in the Xerox room stays in the Xerox room. (PHONE RINGS) Jonathan McQuarry. Hello? Hello? What you do in your private life is your private business. Hey, Wyatt, it's me, Jonathan. I've got your cellphone; I guess you have mine. What a pain in the ass. You're in the air now, so if you get this message, give me a call on your phone, OK? And I'll speak to you later. Take care. Mr Lewman, hi. Yeah, hello. Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about. Excuse me. Hello? "Are you free tonight?" Look, this isn't actually... Sorry, can you hold on a sec? Er, Mr Lewman, my bedroom, I think I have a leak. I was hoping you could take a look. McQuarry, 631. Oh, right, McQuarry. I'll get to it as soon as I can. Thank you. Hello? Anyone there? (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Are you free tonight?" Actually, I am, but this isn't Wyatt. "I'm sorry, I didn't get that." Well, I am free, but` "Can you be at the Dylan in one hour?" Yeah, I guess so, but` (CLICK) Are you waiting for me? Yes, I think so. Would you... Would you like a drink or something? No, thanks. I've got a conference call with Tokyo early in the morning. Oh. Shall we go? Yes. Have you been in this hotel before? No. Look, er, the person who you thought you were talking to isn't me. You're not who I spoke to on the phone? No, yes, I am. But, er` What's wrong? Are you... are you not attracted to me? No, you're beautiful. It's just, you called me, and I came here, but I don't` You don't...? I'm not too sure what's going on. You're not too sure what's going on? Sit down. Sit down. (DOOR SHUTS) (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Hey, you're up early." Hey! How's London? "Raining. So you got mine and I got yours." I must have grabbed it at lunch before you left. "I had my work calls forwarded here." Oh, alright. "So did I get any calls?" (CHUCKLES) Yes, you did. "And?" Well, er,... what the hell was that? "I knew it. You met up." Thought it might be you calling me back. "I would have done the same." "How was it?" It was amazing. She` "I'm gonna have to call back. They want me." "I wanna hear all about it, though." Alright. "As for my phone, feel free to use it." OK, thanks. (RINGING TONE) "Yes?" Hello, er... "Yes?" Are you free tonight? "Where?" Where? Right. Er... the Dylan hotel? "Perhaps the Park Avenue, in the bar, half past eleven." (PIANO PLAYS GENTLY) If you are who you don't seem to be, you're late. Excuse me? Are you? Late or who I'm not supposed to be? Either. Yes, I am late, and I am who I don't seem to be. Right, then. Could you put this on the room, please? I don't have a room. You're rather new to this, aren't you? The initiator is responsible for the room. That's one of the rules. Oh. So I sh` Precisely. Oh, excuse me. Frankly, I'm surprised that whoever sponsored you didn't explain more. Downstairs, you talked about a rule. Are there others? No rough stuff. I say if that's your thing, take it elsewhere. No business talk, and no names. Right. How did you get into this? A friend of mine. He introduced you to The List and failed to explain the basics? He had to leave. I'm doing something wrong, aren't I? It's not that. It's just that you strike me as a stowaway. If it wasn't for the $4,000 suit, I'd say you didn't belong here. This is us. Although someone obviously thought you did, and I'm a sucker for bashful boys. Can I ask you something? Why do you do this? For the same reason that men do it. The economics of the arrangement. It's intimacy without intricacy. I work past midnight almost every night. The last dinner I had that wasn't business was about a year ago. * Hey, er, Wyatt, it's Jonathan. I haven't heard from you, but I guess you must be pretty swamped over there. Look, I just wanted to say thank you. Wait, wait. Before we, er... The thing is I know you. I don't know you exactly. We sort of met before. In the Times Square subway station. It had been raining and... ..and you asked me if the train stops at Canal Street. Wait. It feels a little strange, that's all. Because you've seen me before? Maybe. I just... Come on. What's the problem? Look... ..I guess it is a bit of a... gear shift. Maybe some other time. Oh, no. Please. What I mean is, um, by any chance, er, are you hungry? You have a little bit of, um, ketchup on your chin. Oh. I'm sorry. I'm a messy eater. No, please, it's OK. So am I. Here. There you go. Thank you. You have a piece of, um... Onion in my hair? No. (BOTH GIGGLE) So,... ..what do you do for a living? I sit behind glass, and I watch people pass like fish. You work in a bank? I'm sort of an accountant. Oh. I bet that's what you dreamed of being. Yeah, I'm living the dream. Feel free to leave now. Still here. How about you? Um,... ..no, no, no, I'm afraid we're still on you,... ..Frank. Frank? You look like a Frank. (BOTH GIGGLE) By the way, my name` Shh! You know the rules ` no names. The rules specify no conversation either. OK. How about I tell you my name if you guess. Oh, well, you're in trouble. I am very good at this. What are you very good at? Problem solving. It's what I do. I have a keen ability identifying hierarchical relationships and binary posits. Ooh, is that right? Absolutely. And this talent can be applied for finding anything. I know that your name begins with an S. How do you know that? I saw your key chain on your purse. Oh! Wow, excellent work. Thank you. The things we know are A, your name begins with S; B, you have a white coat; and C, um... ..and C, you do not know your way around the subway. That's true. Now, all I do is extrapolate from these known qualities, and your name is... ..Sybil. (LAUGHS) Wait a minute. Sophie. You're definitely a Sophie. With IE or Y? Either. Neither! How about Cyd, as in Cyd Charisse? She was with a C. But maybe you spell it with an S. I do not. Er... ..sexy Stephie was looking for a train? (LAUGHS) No! Sunbeam! God, do I look like a Sunbeam? Absolutely. Well, then that's it. I told you I was good at this. Mmm, very impressed. I'm crashing. I'd really like to see you again. Not in a hotel. Hm, well... ..we'll see about that. Maybe tomorrow? It is tomorrow. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Are you free tonight?" Are you back? "I wish. Anarchy in the UK." (KNOCKING) Hang on. Hello? Housekeeping! Could you come back? Thanks. Sorry. "Where are you?" I'm in the Soho Grand. "Soho Grand, huh? Sounds like you've been enjoying yourself." I have. I met this girl last night and broke the rules and had a conversation. "That's extremely naughty of you. So, who is she, Romeo?" I have no idea, really. I don't know much about her. I'm gonna see her again. "I don't want to dampen your spirits, but..." But what? "You met her through The List." Yeah, but she's different. Trust me. So, when are you back? "Hard to say. It's back-to-back bullshit here." "But next week, I hope." Oh, well, good luck. I'll see you when you get back. "Yeah, you too." (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Are you free tonight?" Sorry, you have the wrong number. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Hey. Are you free tonight?" "Can you meet me in Chinatown, on Doyer Street, say, eight?" OK. I got you a present. Thank you. It looks great on you. Let's go. Yeah. Er, we'd like... we'd like one of these and... and one of these. Oh, and that. Thank you. Thank you. What did you order? I have absolutely no idea. How do you know we'll like it? How do you know we won't? (LAUGHS) This is so not my life. Ever since the subway, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I'm not sure I believe you. I mean, you're in a sex club. I'm not judging you, I'm in there too, but don't say you've been solemnly holding a torch for me for... ..how long now? One month? Point taken. I got you a present. Oh, he is so cute! Thank you. * Here. Oh, thanks. What is that? Er, ginseng gum. It's terrible! (CHUCKLES) I guess it does sort of taste like hairspray. I think I got it now. I think your name is Suki. What? What are you thinking about? I don't wanna complicate your life. No,... ..I want all the complications you've got. Maybe you should go. Maybe you should stay. I know we decided not to rush, but... ..just for the record, I'm doing everything I can just to try to apply the brakes here. Oh, me too. Our parents would be proud. But just say, er... Say what? ..if we just suddenly tore off the rest of these clothes to consummate the deep human needs in a frenzy of, um... Fucking and sucking? Beautifully put. You were saying? Well,... ..who could blame these two people? Who could possibly judge them? Who would know? I gotta... Where are you going? Ice. Oh, you're gonna get some ice, huh? There's a machine down the hallway. I'll be right back. I'll get the ice. You stay here, I'll get the ice. Wait. No, I'll go. Would you like some help? I can manage. Thank you. I can't get the card to work! Hello? Hello? Hello?! Hello?! Sir! Sir! (SPEAKING IN JAPANESE) Mr McQuarry? Detective Russo. How you doing? Not too good. Yeah, it's Detective Burke. I need a background check. Last name McQuarry, first name... And you don't know anything about her? Where she works? Where she lives? A phone number? Like I said, all I know about her is her first name starts with an S. Is she a prostitute? No. I told you, she's a friend. A friend you met in a sex group? Who else is in this sex group? I don't know. It's not like that. It's anonymous. You said you walked into the room and saw blood? Yeah, I saw blood, someone hit me and when I came to, she was gone. And you didn't get a good look at who hit you? They were behind me. Was anything stolen from the room? Your wallet? Jewellery? No, I have my wallet. Detective, please, you've got to find her. Mr McQuarry, we can't do anything until I understand what happened. I told you! Mr McQuarry, have you have experiences like this before? No. Well, we spoke to the desk clerk, and he only recalls seeing you check in. As for the blood you say you saw in the room, we found nothing. In fact, the only blood we found was where you hit your head. Look, I know it all sounds... ..but I swear there's a woman in serious trouble right now. A woman whose name you don't know. Yes. OK, look, clearly you've had a tough night. I'm not crazy. You go home, and if you remember anything, you give me a call. * Hey, er, Wyatt. It's me, Jonathan. Look, er, something happened to me last night. Could you just call me back when you get a chance? I really need to speak to you. Can I help you? I'm trying to get in contact with one of your attorneys, Wyatt Bose. I know he's working out of your London office, but I wondered if I could speak to his assistant or anyone immediately. Of course. Just a minute. You sure you have the right firm? Yeah, I met him here when I was working. Wyatt Bose. He's six-one, he has black hair. I have his, er... I have his card. You see? Look, Wyatt Bose. I can assure you that there is no one by this name. No, but I've seen him in these halls. We smoked pot in the conference room. Excuse me? Wait. Hey, wait. I'm trying to get hold of Wyatt. Who? Wyatt Bose. I saw you talking with him, cracking jokes in the lobby. I crack jokes with a lot of people. Are you trying to tell me`? Hey, hey. Easy with the hands. He said he was going to London with a Mr Rutherford to paper a deal. Mr McQuarry, Mr Rutherford is recovering from hip surgery... ..in New Jersey. Yes? I'm sorry, I'm looking for Wyatt. Um, excuse me? Wyatt? Yeah, Wyatt Bose. He lives here. In this building? I'm sorry, he must be new. No, not in this building, in this apartment. Um... No, wait. That painting is a Gerhard Richter, right? Yes. From the gallery in Munich that Kleiner handles, downstairs. Downstairs? You mean Mr Moretti, but he's in the carpet business. Young man, are you alright? She's a looker. You weren't kidding. I can see why she had you all hot and bothered. Oh, Jesus Christ. It was you. Where is she? God damn it, Wyatt... I need you to listen. You're starting at Clute-Nichols, yes? Who are you? I'm your only shot at seeing her alive. I asked you a fucking question. Yes. Take a seat. Sit down. Now, as a standard part of their audit, you have temporary access to all accounts and protocols. That's what this is about? Jonathan! So I want you to locate accounts for me, move some money around. I can't. What? I can't. The client accounts, they're safety guarded. Listen! I never said client accounts. What I'm interested in are sub accounts that I know of outside the realm of your audit. Masked accounts, slush funds, typical insider stuff. Twenty mil or so, skimmed into a quiet account for a rainy day. You don't think they'll notice when it's gone? Eventually, but they won't do shit about it, cos it's dirty money. I can't. This isn't a negotiation, Jonathan. Besides, we're friends, remember? But I'm warning you, don't try and be a hero, cos people are gonna get hurt. You go to the cops, I'll make it look like you cut her pretty little head off. Don't hurt her! Just do... ..do as you're instructed, and you'll have her back in no time. And why should I trust you? Everything you've told me was a lie. Oh, not lies, Jonathan. That was foreplay. And now you're fucked. I'll be watching. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "You have one new voice message." "New message one." "Are you free tonight?" (LAUGHS) "It's me, Tina. I'm in town. I wanna see you." "Six months is way too long. I'm at the Rhiga, room 802." "You better show. You owe me. After all, I was your first." Hello, this is the front desk. Your guest has arrived. You can go on up. Thank you. Who are you? What are you doing here? I believe I was invited. You're in the wrong room. You didn't leave me a message... asking if I was free tonight? I must have dialled the wrong number. I meant to call someone else. I'm sorry. I need to speak with you about Wyatt. I just need to ask you a few questions, OK? I'm sorry, I don't know any Wyatt. Bullshit. You left him a message asking him to meet you here. I thought you said that... Who are you? How did you...? Wait, no. Look, I just need a few answers. My name is Jonathan McQuarry. I know you have no reason to help me or even to believe me, but I need to know about Wyatt. I told you, I don't know any Wyatt! That's his name! It's the name of the guy you called! No, it isn't. I... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm-I'm-I'm really in trouble, and this guy, he's, um... ..he's dangerous. It was in Chicago about a year ago at a private function sponsored by my firm. He was attending as a guest. A guest of who? A guy called Holloway. Rudolph Holloway. I think they played tennis together. He told me he'd just moved from San Francisco and was in between jobs. He was extremely smart. I know it sounds silly, but he had this way of making me feel... ..close to him. I found myself telling him things. I told him about this. You told him about The List? Yeah. There was something about him. Something terrifying. So why did you call him again? You know when it's so good you'd rather die than stop? You wanna kill someone. You wanna kill the person you're doing it with. Fuck it. You know what? He was a good lay. OK, so what's his real name? Jamie. Jamie? That's his name. Jamie Getz. Jamie Getz. * (DRAMATIC MUSIC) "NYPD dispatch. How may I direct your call?" Er, central records. Central. Yeah, er, this is Detective Russo, Precinct 22. Badge number 15421. "Go ahead, detective." Er, I need all you got for a missing person. Last name, Getz, G-E-T-Z. First name, Jamie. "Mmm, not getting anything." Oh, wait. Got a hit on the San Francisco database. You near a fax? Yeah, er... Yeah, send it to 212 555 0110. "To Russo?" That's right. "Send you all we got." Thanks. "You have two unheard messages." "Hey, it's Petersen." "Heard you called in sick. Making sure you'll wrap up Clancey." "Call me if you need anything. Take care. Bye-bye." "Hi, this is Mr Lewman, the super. I haven't forgotten "about your pipe leak. I'll have a look at it Wednesday." "I assume you'll still be at work, so I'll let myself in. Thanks." "End of messages." (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Hello? "I'm just making sure you can start Clute-Nichols on Wednesday." I want her back. "Two more days." No, I want her back now. (LAUGHS) What? Yeah, cos I know all about you. I know who you are, Jamie Getz, and all about your best friend, Rudolph Holloway, and where you come from, and your days as hustler in San Francisco and three years at Avenal for insurance fraud, arson... How did you`? It doesn't matter how. What matters is what I know. Now, I want her back, unharmed, or else I tell your pathetic story to the cops. Do you understand? Well played, Jonathan. Mr McQuarry? You have a phone call from a Detective Russo. Line four. Body came in a little while ago. She was found in a taxi. The driver was on a break, came back and there she was in the back seat. Like I said on the phone, she fits the description you gave us. And what's her name? Simone... Wilkinson. You wanna step in, Mr McQuarry, please? OK. Is this the woman you were with the other night, Mr McQuarry? Mr McQuarry? No. Mr McQuarry, have you seen this woman before? No, I've never seen her before. Who is she? She was a Wall Street analyst. And what happened to her? She was strangled with something. Could have been wire; even string. Lab reports show traces of Kevlar in the wound. It's a hybrid, natural gut and Kevlar. Kevlar? Kevlar? That should narrow it down for us. Mr McQuarry, you wanna tell me anything else? No. Good morning, Einstein. Ready for your big day? You know fuckin' shit. You think because you know my name, you know me. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Yes, I do. You murdered Simone Wilkinson, and you're trying to set me up for it. Not if you behave. But if you screw with me today, what I did to her is kindness compared to what I'll do to your little girlfriend. You won't even recognise her when I'm through. But her fate's in your hands. If you don't go through with it, I'll kill her. Yeah. And if I do, you'll kill me. Yeah. It's a bit tricky. What do you care? You were dead long before I met you. You just didn't know it yet. You've got no killer instinct, Jonathan. I'll get the instructions to you later. You've got until 6PM to execute them, or I execute her. Now, remember, be nice to everybody on your first day at work. First impressions are everything. Don't you agree? "Please stand clear of the closing doors." * Mr McQuarry. Hello. Follow me, please. All of our C7 logs are on the system... So you can just set up in this room down here... ..and if you need anything, I'm extension 437. Or my assistant, Maggie... I just saw this in my inbox. It's for you. I guess it came in a little while ago by messenger. Thank you. "Pay attention, Jonathan. This is what you're going to do. "Look for a group of sub accounts in the Liebling-Holloway Trust. "These are masked accounts, eight for separate line items with IBA numbers ending in 6700. "You're gonna bundle these phantom accounts and set up a standard wire transfer "to the Banco Nacional in Madrid ` an account has been set up in your name. "Clute-Nichols is particular about who accesses their holding accounts, "but you have a level-four clearance. That's why you're my friend. "So, at exactly five o'clock, log in and begin a global fund exchange. "Once inside, access the trust through Rudolph Holloway's private account. "You only have 40 minutes to locate the trust accounts and consolidate "all balances into a single fund wire. "Once you're done, encode this fund wire for an end-of-day transfer "to the Clute-Nichols office in Hong Kong. "The Asian market opens 15 hours ahead. This would be catalogued "as Friday's business and won't flag on the Clute transfer log "until end of business Monday. That's four days after we're done. "That's plenty of time for me to fill out a withdrawal slip in Spain." Hello, sir. Hey, Russo. Simone Wilkinson spent the night at the Dylan two weeks ago. The guy you like, McQuarry, paid for the mini-bar in the room. Let's go pick him up. (PHONE RINGS) It's not coming out of our pockets, is it? What? That delivery. You didn't bill it to us, right? No, of course not. Good. You guys charge enough as it is. Is everything OK? OK? With the audit. Yeah, yeah. It's fine. I, er... It seems to be going very well. Good. It's not exactly a spectator sport. Yeah, well, I was gonna order in dinner anyway. Do you want something? No, I'm fine, thank you. (PHONE RINGS) Come on! What happened? Er, probably a gas leak. Which apartment? 631, Jonathan McQuarry. There a body? The coroner's already taken it away. "..we should be arriving in Madrid by 6AM." Excuse me. Are you finished with that? Er, please, go ahead. Thanks. You on business? Er, yes, I am. What do you do? I'm an accountant. You like it? I love it. Numbers know how to behave, right? Sure. Order and symmetry. What else could a man need? Jim Winner, Deutsche Bank. Jonathan McQuarry, Worth and Berman. Nice to meet you. Likewise. What do you think? Well, you certainly look the part, Wyatt. Wyatt? Sorry. Who's Wyatt? My name is... Ah. Don't. I forgot. The rule is no names, huh? That's a nice suit. Mmm. When'd you get in? Couple of days ago. Two days, huh? You enjoying Madrid? I'm jetlagged. We need champagne. You wanna order some? No, I'm fine with this. Well, get me a beer. Holy shit, look at this. I spoke to Mr Ruiz at Banco Nacional de San Sebastian. He's ready for us whenever we want. You're about to be a millionairess, baby. How about that? Little old you, huh? From the corner of the street, and here you are ` the biggest double suite. Who's always looking after you, huh? Suits and ties. I told you. They're the big game. Hey. I'm paying you a million bucks. What the fuck is wrong? Nothing. Christ, I'm jetlagged. I do hate to be crass, but you don't have "No, thank you" rights here. You don't have to tell me that twice. So, how did it go? Everything OK? Perfect. And you did a great job on him. Yeah, that poor bastard was practically in love with you. He said that? He didn't need to say it. So he just transferred the money, no questions? Sure, he had questions. He said he would only do it if you were safe. And what about him? Is he safe? He had a little accident. What? The old routine. (HISSES) (CLICKS / MIMICS EXPLOSION) You killed him? It was an accident. But you fucking killed him? You fucking piece of shit! (SMASH) You fucking lousy, lousy... He knew my name. Jesus Christ. Why do you care? How long do you think he would have waited before he called the cops? One hour? Three? I had no choice. Right? He would have found me. Jesus Christ. You were into the accountant. Are you for real? That was stupid. Fuck! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know... I don't know what's wrong with me. He just caught me by surprise. You'll feel fine later with all that cash, trust me. Hm? I'll buy you a nice leather bag to put it in. We'll take the night train to Paris. Some fois gras at Le Bouclard. Mosey on down to Nice, work on our tans. Buy a yacht. We can name it Jonathan. # My baby loves me # She always makes me feel fine # She loves me She lets me know that she's mine # The way she kisses And when I ask her # If everything is OK I get my answer # The only thing I can say # I say, "Yeah, yeah" # Your turn. Say it. # I say, "Yeah, yeah" # That's what I say # Oh, what I'm gonna do to you... * I have an appointment with Mr Ruiz. Ruiz, that's right. I'm Jonathan McQuarry. Ah, yes, I was told to expect you. One moment. McQuarry. Alright, this way. Oh, excuse me. The young lady. She is also on the account? Er, no, she's my personal secretary. Oh, I see. Well, only those on the account are permitted. I do apologise. Would you mind if I waited here? Wait here if you like. Thank you. This way, please. This is Mr Lopez-Poline, our manager. He will take care of you. Mr McQuarry. Buenos dias. Buenos dias. I understand you wish to close your account with us. Afraid so. I require some extra liquidity. Of course. I simply need to see your passport, and you will need to sign documents. Here you are. Gracias. Gracias. And tell me, will the co-signer be joining us shortly? Er, excuse me? The co-signer on this account. We will need his information as well before we can release the funds. The co-signer? Yes, sir. When this money was transferred, there was a request for a co-signature to release the funds. I have it right here. A Mr Bose, Wyatt Bose, is listed on the account as well. Wyatt Bose? Yes, Mr McQuarry. According to our records, you yourself requested the co-signature when you transferred these funds. Yes, I know I did, but it's just, um... It's not a problem. I can sort this out. Please tell Mr Ruiz, I'll, er,... be back shortly. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Are you free tonight?" Jonathan. "I said are you free tonight?" Yes, I am. Hello, Jonathan. My God, I'm a handsome devil. Your hair isn't quite right. You losing some on top there? Regardless, you look well. For someone you thought you killed. I want half. Careful. The suit doesn't make the man, Jonathan. I stole $20 million. I figure I'm entitled to some of it. There are two signatures required to release those funds. Thought of everything, didn't you? Without me, that money doesn't move anywhere. I want half. OK, let's do it. Senor Bose. Thank you. Senor McQuarry. Would you sign there, Mr McQuarry, please? Two suitcases, ten million in each? Well, everything seems to be in order. Mr McQuarry, Mr Bose. Please sign here and here. Thank you. Please follow me. All yours. Well, here we are, Jonathan. Spain, suitcase full of money. People would give everything to feel what we're feeling. I'm curious, how'd you know you'd been played? You made a mistake. I made a mistake? The picture you sent me was taken weeks ago, before the pipe behind her caused a stain. I knew she was in on it. No longer. She took off. Where is she? She really got under your skin, didn't she? I'll give you half my share if you tell me where she is. Is that so? Let's go somewhere quiet and make a deal. She fell for you, Jonathan. It's true. I think she maybe even loved you. She's a very special girl. I think she's worth more than half your share, but, then again... (GUNSHOT) I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Wait, wait! I need to talk to you! Get out of here! For God's sake, I came here hoping I would somehow see you. You don't even know my name. So I was just part of the plan, is that it? Everything? I wanted to call it off that night in Chinatown. I didn't know he was gonna try to kill you. I'm so sorry. Don't go. Take care of yourself. Norbert Lewman... The super. IMS Subtitles Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2019