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Lee...

The alcohol and barbiturates|would have killed her in bed...

...let alone at the wheel of a car.

Would you call that a possible homicide?|Face it, some people wanna die.

Excuse me.

Wait till the cars|come to a complete stop.

That's it. Hop right in there.|Separate seats.

I want you to read|what is over the cars.

- "Please keep hands and feet in cars. "|- Right.

OK, Frady, what do you know?

Will, tell me something.|You still got access to FBI files?

I'll tell you how the FBI feels about me.

Recently, they took my name|off the roster of ex-agents.

So now, not only am I not an agent,|I'm not even an ex-agent.

Is it possible to kill somebody|and make it look like a heart attack?

Sure. They got a pill for it. PEP.

- PEP?|- Pulmonary Embolism Pill.

It creates an embolism, but|the actual cause of death is biochemical.

The man ends up|looking like his heart attacked him.

- What do you know?|- I don't know.

Come on, what do you know?

What I know is I need a good alias|and a good ID.

What kind of ID?

- I've gotta be a hostile misfit.|- For that, you don't need an ID.

- Still got friends|on the El Monte force?

- Before we get to El Monte...

The minute you know what's going on,|I wanna know. Promise me.

I promise.

All right, I think I got a guy for you.

Sunshine Homes|hired me to investigate him...

when he was doing a night-watchman|job for 'em. He's a real nut.

- Richard Partun.|- Richard Partun?

Get a fake ID for him, too.

Make it look like|he's hiding something.

If they investigate the first,|they'll be less careful on the second.

You should look like a guy|who's ashamed of something.

- Let's make him a weenie wagger.|- A weenie wagger?

Anybody would be ashamed of that.|Besides, you look a bit like a flasher.

Hold on to your neighbour,|it's happy hour in Salmontail.

We're here to play a little music|and have a lot of fun.

This boy goes into a bar|down in Texas, see.

He goes up to the bartender and he says,|"Give me 12 bourbon and waters. "

The bartender goes, "That's a lot|of bourbon and waters. " He says...

No, I'll catch it.

- Think your date just come in.|- I think you're terrible.

- Hi.|- Hi.

- My name's Gale. What can I fix you?|- I...

How about a Martini?|You know what they say about Martinis?

A Martini is like a woman's breast -|one ain't enough and three is too many.

- That's an amazing joke, Gale.|- Yeah, it is. What can I get you?

- Just a glass of milk.|- You're the healthy type, huh?

How are you?

Can I buy you a drink, Miss?

For a moment,|I thought you were a man.

- But you aren't, are you?|- No, I'm a girl.

Why don't you go over there|and tell those people, real loud?

Don't touch me unless you love me.

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