No Way Back

Chill! Chill!

Sayonara, baby.

Now, this guy's a major sleazebag.

You're the second girl today.

I don't know what he does with them,

so just expect to expect.

When you're getting ready, you'll

naturally want to let your hair down.

Okay?

So you just pull out this pin.

It's a radio transmitter with a range

of 30 feet to cover a whole room.

Don't leave it in the kitchen

or the bedroom.

Drop it where

he does his business...

...where he takes his meetings

and makes his calls, right?

It's very important I get to know

who he's talking to and what about.

All right.

When you get to that point

of no return, excuse yourself.

You go to the ladies' room, you pop

one of these pills to induce vomiting.

It'll only last a half a minute.

But no man will want you around...

...if he thinks you're gonna throw up

during orgasm. Okay?

It'll be a piece of cake.

Hell of a way to start a career, huh?

Or to end one.

Look, Seiko...

Maybe you shouldn't go.

No, I volunteered.

I can do this.

I'm fine.

Really.

I'm at your command, Mr. Grant.

Okay, looks like we're on.

Redo her lips.

Okay, let's go.

You're taking a big chance

with a rookie.

Yeah? Do I look worried?

You should.

The three strikes rule applies

to both sides of the law.

Yeah, well, a well-timed home run

can wipe the slate clean.

You're certainly due one.

I certainly am.

All right.

We're on the elevator.

Sushi again?

Eat one now, hungry in an hour.

Let's go to work.

Let me know if we miss a spot.

For God's sake, keep calm.

What is this

Japanese basket-f*** bullshit?

It's not real, it's a bloody myth.

You mean, where the woman...

...is strapped to

a hanging bamboo basket...

...slowly lowered onto

her lover's erect penis...

...as the basket spins?

Yeah.

It's not a myth.

I like this girl.

Okay, okay.

Come on.

We haven't done any father-

and-son thing in years.

What are you talking about?

It's just an hour drive.

We can be up at Griffith Lake by noon.

What do I get out of it?

Fresh air, scenery, nature.

Shitloads of nature.

What am I gonna do with nature?

You need this. know I do.

Yeah, be just like old times.

What's in the lake?

- Bass.

- Got any catfish?

Catfish? Sure, catfish.

Trout, you know it.

Just drop in a line,

you're bound to snag something.

Even an old geezer like you.

Shut your mouth, Victor.

I'm not an old geezer.

You'll be eating fresh meat

for a month.

I hate the way fish smells.

I hate the way it smells too,

but we'll just box up what we catch...

...and ship it back.

I'm pretty good at crating things up.

Sure. Maybe next time

you shouldjust belt him.

Hey, look, you do things your way.

Subtlety's not my style.

Who do you think you're talking to?

Guys with style draw

a lot of attention...

...even when they go fishing

with their fa thers.

So what's it gonna be?

Of course they'll be with me.

My scalps are always with me.

I'm busy.

- You sure?

- Next time.

- Yeah.

- Have fun.

Fathers.

I must say...

...the Japanese do get

a few things right.

No, no, no. Stay there.

That's the perfect position to start.

May I please use your restroom?

Don't keep me waiting.

Here we go. Here we go.

Now drop the pin and take the pill.

Come on.

Drop the f***ing pin

and take the pill.

- Something's wrong. No signal.

- She may be in trouble.

I'm going up.

Brodie, get me emergency services.

Got it.

Hello.

Come on.

Let's see who the master race is.

Seiko?

Seiko?

Hey, hey.

Seiko, it's Grant.

Put the gun down.

Come on.

So?...

Gun's away.

All right...

...just tell me what happened.

No!

Eight people are dead

because of this screwup!

You had no business choosing

an untested officer for this mission.

If you'd followed procedures,

none of this would have happened.

Because of your lack of respect

for the law...

...this department is now being

called the KGB.

- t wasn't a good time to page me.

- They were locking the gate, Zack.

Someone got hurt today, didn't they?

Someone got hurt?

Why do you say that?

You're usually late

when someone gets hurt.

Yeah, someone died.

- Did you kill them?

- No.

Good.

Partly my responsibility, though.

Like when I cleaned the paintbrush

in Seymour's milk bowl?

Similar.

- You got mad at me for that.

- Right.

Is the FBl mad at you?

Extremely.

Are you gonna lose your job?

I don't know, Eric.

I guess it depends on how well I do

over the next few days.

All right?

- Want to hear a joke?

- Yeah, sure.

What do you call a mule

that needs a shave?

A hairy ass.

I don't think so.

That's a curse word.

Bet that troublemaker told you that.

Teacher called his dad again.

Yeah? 'm surprised he has one.

Come on, Zack.

Everyone has a father...

...even the bullies.

Appears to be a 9mm, wide-tip

with a blunted casing...

...deformed upon impact

with the lower sternum.

Another shell is wedged between

the third and fourth vertebrae...

...partially severing the spinal cord.

Left ventricle punctured by a third...

...and fourth fragment.

Right ventricle destroyed by a fifth.

Pelvic bone shattered.

Scrotum and testicles no longer

attached to the torso.

Someone was in charge.

I want his name.

- Breaking in a new partner?

- Sitter's not ready till 5.

Hey, Eric, let's feel that grip, boy.

Come on.

Find anything?

No closetful of hockey masks.

The girl was a landlord's dream.

Clean, neat, no wild parties.

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