Final Analysis Page #6

We're gonna have to

spend the night here.

Don't even!

Great, isn't it?

You sure it's okay?

Yeah, I've got a special doctor's pass.

Amazing, isn't it?

I don't know, Isaac.

Come on.

Okay. Almost there.

This is it.

This is it.

I want you to know something.

What's that?

It's the first day

I've played hooky in two years.

Impressed?

No.

Jesus Christ!

It never happened before!

- Come on!

- What is this?

It's for protection.

There are a lot of lunatics out there.

Protection.

Come down here.

You want to talk about this?

No.

So how bad is it?

Jimmy Evans...

...born Dmitri Evangalou...

...September, whatever, 19...

Doesn't matter.

Emigrated Athens at 18

to avoid the draft.

The man builds buildings.

Supplemented by the occasional

pension-fund scam...

...bid rigging...

...money laundering.

F***ing around with his wife is like...

...teasing King Kong.

He isn't invisible. There's a federal

task force looking into this character.

I'd stop seeing the girl.

I don't know if I can.

She's not the kind of girl

you stop seeing.

So this cocksucker, he says to me...

..."I've got too much sand

in my concrete.

Remember the buildings

in the Armenian earthquake?"

And I'm thinking, "Why are you worried?

This is not Armenia...

...this is San Francisco. "

Was that a look?

Were you giving me a look?

No, I wasn't looking at you.

I was looking at your wife.

My wife.

I don't like people looking at my wife.

And I certainly don't like

being looked at.

You understand?

Now you no-d*cks over

at Justice either indict me...

...or stay off my ass.

Because if I catch you

even glancing my way again...

...you'll lose your eyeballs.

That'll solve your legal problems.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

Where are you going?

I don't feel well.

I'm gonna get a cab.

Fine, whatever.

What do you think

you were doing in there?

I just had to see him for myself.

He thought I was

with the Justice Department.

Do I dress that bad?

You're crazy.

- You are.

- Maybe.

Probably.

How did you get away from him?

I don't feel well.

I told him I was gonna catch a cab.

I'll drive you.

I have to stop at the drugstore.

Do you mind?

Wake up my driver.

Where've you been?

I stopped at the drugstore.

You stopped at the drugstore?

All this hypersensitivity

of one's own body.

"I feel stressed. I have a headache. "

The simple fact

of the matter is, honey...

...you don't treat your body right.

I'm sick.

You're sick.

She says, "I'm sick. "

Tell me something I don't know.

It's late.

I know how to make you feel better.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

I don't think you heard me.

That's my girl.

I said, take off...

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