Spy Hard Page #2

time Steele was placed in the line of fire?

We are stopping here. Traveller wants

to mingle with the crowd.

- Oh! Oh, my God!

- Steele, what the hell are you doing? Get off me!

- Get him in there!

Get him in the limo! Cover him!

Go, go, go! Go! Go, go!

The bridge is out.

Do not enter.

The bridge is out.

The bridge is out,

damn it! Stop this car!

- Stay away from the window, sir.

Steele, do something!

Good job, Steele!

Thanks!

- It's about time

that jerk did something right.

- Hang on, Mr. President!

The bridge is out. Do not enter.

Thank God our president

was one hell of a good swimmer.

Nonetheless... there's only

one man for this operation.

Agent WD-40.

Steele.

Dick Steele.

Dick, Dick, Dick Steele.

Dick.

Oh, Dick, that was incredible.

- Thank you.

Don't thank me, darling.

The art of lovemaking takes two.

Sometimes three or four, depending on

how well you do at the crap tables.

- Fore!

- Well, my putter's up.

- Fore!

- Well, my putter's up.

Oh, Dick, I'm exhausted.

- You are insatiable.

- Fifteen minutes to tee- off time.

I think there's something you and I

should talk about openly and honestly...

before I head off

to my golf game.

- What is it, Dick?

- It's a game.

People dress funny.

Hit a little ball with clubs.

Drinking is involved.

Is something wrong, Dick?

Whatever we've had between us,

I think it's only fair that you know

my heart still belongs...

to the girl I fell

in love with years ago.

Victoria.

She fell off a cliff.

- She died.

- Yes, I know.

I was just getting to that.

But after Victoria Dahl,

well, I don't think...

I'll ever find room

for another woman in this...

ripped-apart, torn-up,

scarred, burned-out...

Iump in my chest...

where a human heart once beat.

I hope you understand

what I'm trying to say to you.

Oh, I'll live, Mr. Steele.

It's your life

I'm worried about.

I'm glad you understand.

- I know how much these things can hurt.

Mr. Steele.

[ Woman ] Hi, Dick.

- Hi, Mr. Steele!

- Good morning, Mrs. Hudmucker.

Fore!

- Watch out.

- You all right?

- Thank you.

A little help, please? Thank you.

Dinatelli foursome

to starter's window. Mr. Jack Dinatelli.

- Duck!

- Dick, wait!

Well, Steve!

- Steve Bishop. You look great.

- Thank you. We go back a long way, huh?

Yeah.

- Let's have a drink.

- Okay.

Just sit right there, Steve.

- The usual, Mr. Steele?

- You betcha.

- Well, how's everything at the agency?

- Ah, Dick...

it used to be such fun

killin' a few spies...

with gas from a banana grenade.

But now, huh, it's all

bureaucratic politics.

You gotta fill out 20 forms

in triplicate...

just to take a piss!

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