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she wanted to. Oh, f***!

You might want to stop by the hospital

and talk to her before the meeting.

Oh.

Okay, where is she?

She's right in there.

Wow. Am I delirious, or is a famous

Hollywood producer coming to visit me?

You're delirious.

Ohh!

You're a pro.

And you're brave.

And you're beautiful.

What's the catch?

A sick sense of humor.

I don't know about that.

I...

- I don't have to answer this.

- Please.

Yeah?

Is this a good time, Mike?

No, I'm coming... in

a minute. Don't start.

- Go on. It's okay.

- Hang on.

Mm-hmm.

You're the stuff.

- Okay, yes?

- Hey.

I wasn't going

to sue you anyway.

Get out.

Hang on, Brian.

Claire, call Zoltan...

and have 'em screen-test Cat

for the part of the sister.

Cat? She's a stuntwoman, not an actress.

Schwarzenegger.

Everybody there? Brian?

Yeah.

You're fired.

What?

Why? Because I don't pay

lawyers to tell me I can't win.

Look, take some time,

wrap it up.

Do me a favor.

Plot your revenge on

your own time. Mike...

Let's go.

Mike. Honey, I'm glad I caught you.

I know we didn't get to talk.

I'm sorry.

I made some reservations...

Mike, I'm losing you.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Hey! Hey!

Jesus!

What the f***... hey!

Hey!

Mike?

All right, this is good.

Right here.

Kill him.

Kill him.

You kill him.

Oh, man!

Just kill him.

Yeah?

You just kill him.

Lowell,

kill him... now.

Sh*t. Thanks

for mentioning my name.

It don't matter if I mention

your stupid, inbred name.

He's about to die.

Now shoot him!

You shoot him.

You don't want that Mercedes

anymore? Yeah, I want it.

Well, if we don't kill him,

they probably won't give us

the money, will they?

And they might

kill us instead.

Do you understand?

We kill him...

we live, plus Mercedes.

We don't...

we die, minus Mercedes.

You choose.

Lowell, you've got...

five seconds to tell me...

what the f***

this is really all about.

Five seconds?

I'm not sure I could...

three. I didn't think it'd be so hard!

What's hard about it?

Bullshit. Two.

Oh, man, no!

This is it!

It's all gone downhill.

Don't you see that?

No. One!

No, no, no!

F***! Wait!

All right.

All right, fine.

I'll tell you.

Uh...

Uh...

I like him.

What? Who?

Him.

His name's Mike Max.

Remember?

I was talking to him in

the garage while I covered him.

- You were talking to him?

- I'm telling you, he made some good points.

Max... made good points?

He said we were

wasting our talents...

taking risks that were

not necessary for peanuts.

We had the guts

and the brains to kidnap him.

If we did that, then there's executive

jobs that we could make fortunes in.

You on f***ing drugs again?

I'm telling ya,

he's right.

I mean,

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