Sorry for scaring you.
I was just heading home.
- We met before in the can.
- Oh, you're Wyatt, right?
Yeah. So, you working late or...
you downloading a
multitude of porn.
I have to be out of
here by tomorrow...
so I'm just trying
to finish up.
- What about you?
You kidding? This
is an early night.
Hard to believe
once upon a time...
it was a measure of
a man's success...
on how little he worked.
What's the deal? Our
firm hires you...
to bless our books
they send you?
I'm the audit manager,
yeah. I handle...
the same 7 or 8
clients every year.
I must've done Stern...
for something
like 4 years now.
- Wow. So you like this work?
I do. The order of
it appeals to me.
The symmetry.
It's alright, I guess,
if you like workin'
with numbers.
Do you like being a lawyer?
It's alright, I guess,
if you like workin'
with assholes.
- I'm probably
disturbing you, so...
Hey, no, it's alright.
I'm almost done.
- Really.
- Oh.
So...
Worth and Berman, huh?
Did they headhunt you?
Yeah. My senior
year of college.
They subsidized my
graduate degree.
Ah, I see.
So you were poor, right?
I guess I was kind of poor.
I was brought up by
my mom on her own...
and she died when I was 19...
so it was kind of
like a lifeline.
- Wow. Sounds like
you needed it.
I'm sure there's
a lot of people...
- that had it worse.
- Not here.
Practically every suit I know
is Harvard by way of Andover.
- Are you?
- Oh, hell no. No, no.
- I'm Princeton
by way of Exeter.
But that's like
the same. Oh yeah.
So, Jonathan...
I think I have something here
which might help you to focus.
- You smoke?
- Not for a long time.
Good. This'll give
you a real buzz,
then.
I don't know...
I just sometimes
feel so, uh...
you know... removed.
I work for one of the biggest...
accounting firms
in the world...
and there's not so much
as a desk there...
to prove it. My new
senior manager...
I haven't even met
him in person yet.
I try and meet people at work
but it's always the same.
To the accounting staff
I'm a pain because...
for 2 weeks they must
hold their breath.
They hope I don't pick up
any of their screw-ups.
To everyone else I'm just
a temporary fixed...
so I bother them.
Sometimes...
I sit and I look
through the glass,
and I see life..
- literally passing me by.
- Jonathan.
Yeah?
By the clock on that
wall you have been...
talking for 37
minutes straight.
I don't remember
a word I said.
So, God says to Jesus...
I haven't felt this good
since I saw Van Halen in '97.
Stand clear of the
closing doors, please.
- Is this the train
to Canal Street?
Yes, this is the right train.
So, I guess that's it.
This is my report
for Mr. Cross.
Could you point me towards
Wyatt Bose's office, please?
- Who?
Wyatt Bose. He's
one of your...
Hey, quit looking
down Daphne's shirt.
So, get in, get out,
huh? So where's next?
Clancey Funds on Friday...
and then Clute-Nichols
after that.
Sounds like fun.
Wait up a sec.
- Good to meet you, Jonathan.
- You, too.
So... wait.
You have the day off tomorrow?
How's your backhand?
- I'm sorry.
- Good game.
Commiserations, McQuarry.
You develop a killer instinct,
you'll beat the
crap out of me.
When these things
first came out.
I think I was a frosh
at boarding school.
Geez, where did
you get this thing?
You steal it from
Jimmy Connors?
- What is this?
Natural gut, hm?
No, natural gut and Kevlar.
I should have 'em replaced.
They're pretty frayed.
Those two girls
were so pretty.
You don't get much, do you?
- Do you mean sex?
- No, flood insurance.
How many women have
you slept with?
Of course you know.
Everyone knows.
- Maybe four.
- Maybe four?
Alright. Four. What about you?
- Me? I have no idea.
You just said everyone knows.
I meant everyone like you.
C'mon, hurry up.
Let's go for a drink.
You can borrow
something of mine.
Ah. Guten Abend, Herr Kleiner.
This way, Jonathan.
Like it?
It's a Gerhard
Richter. Actually.
Kleiner, the guy we
just saw downstairs.
He's a hotshot art dealer.
He hooked me up with this
fantastic gallery in Munich.
I'll be back in a second.
Try this one.
What?
C'mon, Jonathan.
You remind me of this
guy, Jamie Getz.
I met him my freshman
year at Princeton.
Oh, he was real smart.
He was witty, too,
when you loosened
him up. But he had...
It was bounday. Now you assume
that it was never scaled out.
The truth is he was
the only one guarding.
- What happened to him?
- Oh, he killed himself.
What?
You're kidding.
- Go get changed.
- Down here?
Down there.
Second door on the right.
Okay, Jonathan, so
just the four, huh?
Oh, come on.
Now, look...
I've never been
too adventuresome.
- What's the lamest?
- Well, I once...
- No, c'mon, share
it with the group.
I once phoned one
of those sex lines.
- Alright, now were talking.
- I talked to girl named Star.
I ended up explaining
a Section 179...
deduction on the new Escalade.
- You paid to give tax
advice on a sex line?
That's about the size of it.
Oh, thank you for
sharing, Jonathan.
That is pretty lame.
Oh, hello.
- Do you... is
she looking at me?
Yeah, she's looking at you.
- No, she's not. C'mon.
- Maybe it's the suit?
Listen, you don't think
women have the same urges?
Successful women working
their asses off...
to stay that way?
And?
Well, let's just
say there's a way...
that it can be taken care of.
You make it sound
like a mob hit.
- Had a good time tonight?
I had a really
good time tonight.
- I did. I had a great time.
Whoa. I wasn't
sure at one point.
No, I'm shy. But...
Thank you. And thanks
for the tennis...
and for takin' me out.
It's okay. Tennis anytime.
Particularly if you
play that badly.
At the corner, please.
The Waldorf Astoria.
I gotta go meet somebody.
- Take care. Have
a nice night.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Any problems,
you'll want to see
Julie Levinson.
She's our Assistant
Controller.
But, like I said,
I don't anticipate
any problems.
- Never had any before.
- Okay. Thanks.
It's really nice out here.
I usually just brown bag it.
You have to get outside.
Those fluorescent...
lights will kill you.
I read about them.
Hello.
Shit. No, I got
it here. Hold on.
See if you can change
it to the 6:30...
out of JFK flight
#4. Right. Yeah.
Rutherford wants
me to join him...
in London ASAP.
- We're papering some
finance with Lloyds.
I tell you about this? - No.
- I'll be gone a couple weeks.
- Sounds sort of interesting.
Gonna be as boring
as sin, but...
Anyhow, I gotta get back.
- Ready?
- Alright.
That's disgusting.
I don't want to hear that.
Why?
That's repulsive.
Don't ever tell
anyone that. Ever.
You're the kind of
girl that pees...
in front of men, aren't you?
What goes in the Xerox Room
stays in the Xerox room.
Jonathan McQuarry, hello.
Hello?
Wyatt? I've got your
cell phone. I guess,
you've got mine. What
a pain in the ass.
You're probably in
the air right, so,
if you get this, call
me on your phone.
I'll speak to you
later. Take care.
- Mr. Lewman. Hi.
- Hello.
Actually, Mr. Lewman,
there was something
I wanted to talk to
you about. Excuse me.
- Hello?
- Are you free tonight?
Look, this isn't actually...
Sorry, could you
just hold on a sec?
Mr. Lewman, my bedroom...
I think I have a leak.
I was hoping you
could take a look.
McQuarry. 631.
Right. McQuarry. Yeah,
I'll get to it soon as I can.
Hello? Anyone there?
- Hello?
- Are you free tonight?
- Actually, I am,
but this isn't Wyatt.
Sorry, I didn't get that.
- Well, I am free, but...
Could you be at The
Dylan in one hour?
I guess so, but...
- Are you waiting for me?
- Yes, I think so.
- Would you like a
drink or something?
No, thanks.
I've got a conference call...
with Tokyo early
in the morning.
- Shall we go?
- Yes.
- Have you been in
this hotel before?
No.
Look, the person
who you thought...
you were talking to isn't me.
- You're not who I
spoke to on the phone?
No, no... Yes, yes, I am.
- But...
- What's wrong?
- Are you not attracted to me?
- Oh, you're beautiful.
It's just you called me
and I came here but I don't...
- You don't?
I'm not too sure
what's going on.
You're not too sure
what's going on?
Sit down. Sit down.
- Hello.
- Hey, you're up early.
- Hey. How's London?
Rainy. So you got
mine, I got yours.
Yeah, I must've
grabbed it at lunch...
before you left.
- No big deal. I already
had my work calls...
forwarded here. - Oh, alright.
- So, did I get any calls?
- Yes, you did.
- And?
- Well...
- What the hell was that?
I knew it. You met
up with someone.
- I thought you
would call me back.
Oh, spare me. I
woulda done the same.
- So how was it?
It was really amazing,
actually. She...
Shit. I'll call you
later. The want me...
in a meeting. I wand
to hear all about it.
- Alright.
As for my phone,
feel free to use it.
Okay. Thanks.
Yes?
Hello. Uh...
- Yes?
- Are you free tonight?
- Where?
- Where, right.
- The Dylan Hotel.
- Perhaps The Park Avenue.
In the bar, half past eleven.
If you are who you
don't seem to be,
you're late.
- Excuse me?
- Are you?
Late, or who I'm
not supposed to be?
Either.
Yes, I am late,
and I am who I
don't seem to be.
Alright, then.
- Could you put this
on the room, please?
Yes, ma'am.
I don't have a room.
You're rather new to
this, aren't you?
The initiator is
responsible for the room.
That's one of the rules.
- Oh. So I should...
- Precisely.
Oh. Excuse me.
Frankly, I'm surprised whoever...
sponsored you didn't
explain more.
Downstairs, you
talked about a rule.
Are there others?
No rough stuff. If
that's your thing,
take it elsewhere.
- No business
talk, and no names.
Right.
- How did you get into this?
- A friend of mine...
He introduced you to the list...
but failed to
explain the basics?
Well, he had to leave town.
I'm doing something
wrong here, aren't I?
It's not that. You
just strike me...
as something of a stowaway.
If it wasn't for
the $4,000 suit.
I'd say you didn't
belong here at all.
This is us.
Although,
someone obviously
thought you did.
And I'm a sucker
for bashful boys.
Can I ask you something?
- Why do you do this?
For the same reason
that men do it.
The economics of
the arrangement.
Intimacy without intricacy.
I work past midnight
almost every night.
The last dinner I had
that wasn't business...
was about a year ago.
Hey, Wyatt, it's Jonathan.
I haven't heard
from you, but...
I guess...
you must be pretty
swamped over there.
Look, I just wanted
to say thank you.
Wait. Wait. Before we...
The thing is, I know you.
I mean, not 'know
you' exactly.
We met before in
the Times Square...
subway station. It
had been raining,
and you asked me if
the train stops...
at Canal Street.
No.
Wait. It just feels
a little strange,
that's all.
Why? Because you've
seen me before?
- Maybe. It's just...
- C'mon, what's the problem?
Okay...
I guess it is a little bit
of a gear shift.
Maybe some other time.
Oh, no, please.
What I mean is...
By any chance...
are you hungry?
Mm, you have a
little bit of...
of ketchup on your chin.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
I'm a messy eater.
No, it's okay. So am I. Here.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
- You have a
little piece of...
Oh, what, onion in my hair?
So what do you
do for a living?
I sit behind glass...
and I watch people
pass like fish.
- You work in a bank?
- I'm sort of an accountant.
I bet that's what you always...
dreamed of being
when you grew up.
Oh, yeah, I'm
livin' the dream.
Feel free to leave now.
Still here.
- But how about you?
- No.
No, no, no, I'm
afraid that we're...
still on you.
- Frank.
- Frank?
You look like a Frank.
- By the way, my name is...
- Oh, sh.
You know the rules. No names.
Yeah, but the rules
seem to specify...
no conversation either.
Okay. How 'bout I
tell you my name,
if you guess.
Oh, you're in real
trouble here.
You see, I am very
good at this.
- What are you very good at?
Problem solving.
It's what I do.
I'm very good at
identifying hierarchical...
relationships and
binary posits.
- Is that right?
- Absolutely.
And this talent can be applied
to finding anything.
For example,
I know that your name
begins with an S.
- How do you know that?
I saw your key
chain on your purse.
- Wow. Excellent work.
Thank you. So, the
things we know are
A, your name begins with an S.
B, you have a white coat.
And C...
And C, you do not know
your way around the subway.
That's true.
Now all I do is
extrapolate from...
these known qualities
and your name...
is...
Sybil.
- Sophie. You're
definitely a Sophie.
Wait, with an 'ie' or a 'y'?
- Either.
- Neither.
- How about Syd, as
in Syd Charisse?
No, she was Syd with a C.
- Yeah, but maybe you
spell it with an S.
I do not.
- Sexy Steffi was
lookin' for a train...
No.
- Sunbeam.
Oh, God, do I look
like a Sunbeam?
Absolutely.
Well, then, that's it.
- I told you I
was good at this.
I'm very impressed.
I'm crashing.
I'd really like
to see you again.
Not in a hotel.
Hm, well... we'll
see about that.
- Maybe tomorrow?
- It is tomorrow.
- Hello?
- Are you free tonight?
- Hey, are you back?
I wish. It's friggin'
anarchy here.
Hang on. Hello?
- Housekeeping.
Uh, could you come
back? Thanks.
- Sorry.
- Where are you?
- I'm in the Soho Grand.
- Soho Grand, huh?
- Sounds like you've
been enjoying yourself.
I have. I met this
girl last night,
and I broke all the
rules and I had...
an honest-to-God
conversation with her.
- That's extremely
naughty of you.
Who is she, Romeo?
I have no idea,
really. I don't know...
very much about
her yet, but...
- I'm gonna see her again.
I don't want to dampen
your spirits...
- What?
You met her through the list.
She's different. Trust me.
- So when are you back?
- Hard to say.
It's back-to-back
bullshit here.
But next week, I hope.
Well, good luck.
I'll see you when
you get back.
You, too.
- Hello?
- Are you free tonight?
I'm sorry, you have
the wrong number.
- Hello?
- Hey, are you free tonight?
Can you meet me in Chinatown,
on Doyer Street?
Say, eight o'clock?
Okay.
I got you a present.
- Thank you.
- It looks great on you.
- Let's go.
- Yeah.
We'd like... we'd
like one of these.
And... one of these...
oh, and that.
Thank you.
- What did you order?
- I have absolutely no idea.
- How do you know
well like it?
How do you know we won't?
This is so not my life.
Ever since that
night on the subway
I haven't stopped
thinking about you.
I'm not sure I believe you.
I mean, you're in a sex club.
I'm not judging you.
I'm in there, too.
But don't say you've been...
solemnly holding a
torch for me for...
- long now, one month?
- Point taken.
I got you a present.
Oh, he is so cute.
Thank you.
- Here.
- Thanks.
What is that?
Ginseng gum.
It's terrible.
I guess...
it does sort of
taste like hairspray.
I think I got it now.
I think your name is Suki.
What? What are you
thinking about?
- I don't want to
complicate your life.
No...
I want all the
complications you've got.
Maybe you should go?
Maybe you should stay.
I know we decided
not to rush, but...
Just for the record,
I'm doing everything
I can just to apply
the brakes here.
Oh, me too.
Our parents would be proud.
But just say...
Say what?
If we acted...
just suddenly tore off
the rest of these...
clothes to consummate
their deep...
human needs in a frenzy of...
Fucking and sucking.
Beautifully put.
- You were saying?
- Well...
- Who could blame
these two people?
Who could possibly judge them?
Who would know?
- I got it.
- Where are you going?
Ice.
Oh, you gonna get
some ice, huh?
There's a machine
out in the hallway.
I'll be right back.
I'll get the ice.
You stay here,
I'll get the ice.
- Jonathan. Wait.
- No, I'll go.
Would you like some help?
I can manage. Thank you.
I can't get the card to work.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello.
Hello?
Sir. Sir.
Mr. McQuarry, Detective Russo.
- How're you doing?
- Not too good.
This is Detective Burke.
I need a background check.
Last name McQuarry,
first name Jonathan.
And you don't know
anything about her?
- Where she works,
where she lives,
her phone number?
- Like I said,
all I know about her...
is her first name
starts with an S.
- Is she a prostitute?
- No.
- I told you, she's a friend.
A friend you met
in a sex group.
- Look, who else is
in this sex group?
I don't know. It's
not like that.
It's anonymous.
You walked into the
room and saw blood?
Yeah, I saw blood and
then someone hit me,
and when I came
to she was gone.
- And you didn't
see who hit you?
No, they were behind me.
- They must've been
hiding in the bathroom.
Well, was there
anything stolen?
- Your wallet, or
jewelry or anything?
No, I have my wallet.
Look, Detective, please,
you've got to find her.
We can't do anything...
until I understand
what happened tonight.
I told you what
happened tonight.
Have you ever had
experiences like this before?
- No. What're you
talking about?
We spoke to the desk clerk,
and he only recalls
seeing you check in.
And as for the blood
you say you saw,
we checked the room
and found nothing.
In fact, the only
blood we found...
is where you hit your head.
Look, I know it all sounds...
But I swear there's a woman
in serious trouble right now.
A woman whose name
you don't know.
Yes.
- Look, clearly, you
had a tough night.
I'm not crazy.
I tell you what. Go
home, and if you...
remember anything,
you give me a call.
Hey, Wyatt, it's me, Jonathan.
Look, something happened
to me last night.
Could you call me back
when you get a chance?
I really need to speak to you.
- Can I help you?
I need to speak to Wyatt Bose.
He's one of your attorneys...
and in your London
office right now.
Maybe I can speak
to his assistant.
I need to get in
touch with him.
Of course. Just a minute.
- Are you sure that you
have the right firm?
Yes, I met him here
when I was working.
Wyatt Bose, he's six-one,
he has black hair. Wait.
I have his... I have his card.
You see? Look. Wyatt Bose.
I can assure you
there is no one...
by this name working
in this firm.
No, but I've seen
him in these halls.
We smoked pot in
the conference room.
Excuse me?
Wait. Hey, wait
I'm trying to get
hold of Wyatt.
- Who?
Wyatt Bose. I saw
you talking with him.
- You cracked jokes
with him in the lobby.
I crack jokes with
a lot of people.
- Are you trying to
tell me you don't...
Hey. Easy with the
hands. What is this?
He said he was going to London...
with a Mr. Rutherford
to paper a deal.
Mr. McQuarry, Mr. Rutherford...
is presently recovering
from hip surgery.
In New Jersey.
- Yes?
I'm sorry. I'm
looking for Wyatt.
- Excuse me. Wyatt?
Yeah, Wyatt Bose.
He lives here.
Uh, in, in this building?
No, I'm sorry, he must be new.
No, not in this building.
In this apartment.
- No, wait, that painting.
It's a Gerhard
Richter, right? - Yes.
From the gallery in Munich
that Herr Kleiner handled.
The art dealer downstairs.
Downstairs you must
mean Mr. Moretti.
But he's in the
carpet business.
Young man, are you alright?
She's a looker.
You weren't kidding.
I can see...
why she had you all
hot and bothered.
Oh, Jesus Christ, it was you.
Where is she?
Wyatt...
I need you to listen.
You're starting...
next week at
Clute-Nichols, yes?
Who are you?
I'm your only shot
at seeing her alive again.
- I asked you a
fucking question.
Yes.
Have a seat. Sit down.
As a part of their audit
you've temporary...
access to all accounts
and wire protocols.
- That's what this is about?
- Jonathan.
I want you to locate
some accounts for me.
You're gonna move
some money around.
- I can't.
- What?
- They're client accounts.
There's safety...
Listen.
I never said client accounts.
I mean some sub-accounts
that I know of,
outside the realm
of your audit.
Masked accounts. Slush funds.
Typical insider
stuff, you know.
skimmed into a quiet account
for a rainy day.
- You don't think
they'll notice...
when it's gone? -
Eventually, yes.
But they won't do
shit about 'em...
'cause it's dirty money.
- I can't.
This isn't a
negotiation, Jonathan.
Besides, we're
friends, remember?
I'm warning you. Don't
try and be a hero,
'cause people are
gonna get hurt.
And you go to the cops,
I'll make it look...
like you cut her pretty
little head off.
- Don't hurt her.
Just do as you're instructed,
- and you'll have
her back in no time.
And why should I trust you?
- Everything you
told me was a lie.
Oh, not lies, Jonathan.
That was foreplay.
And now youre fucked.
I'll be watching.
Hello?
You have one new
voice message.
New message one.
Are you free tonight?
It's me, Tina.
I'm in town. I want
to see you again.
I'm at The Rhiga, Room 802.
You better show. You owe me.
After all, I was your first.
Hello. This is the front desk.
Your guest has arrived.
- You can go on up.
- Thank you.
- Who are you? What
are you doing here?
I believe I was invited.
- You have the wrong room.
You didn't leave me a message,
asking if I was free tonight?
I must've dialed
the wrong number.
Look, I meant to
call someone else.
I'm sorry.
I need to speak with
you about Wyatt.
I just need to ask
you a few questions,
okay?
- I'm sorry, I don't
know any Wyatt.
Bullshit. You left
him a message,
- asking him to meet you here.
- I thought you said...
Who are you? How did you...
What? No. I just
need a few answers.
My name is Jonathan McQuarry.
I know you have no
reason to help me,
or even to believe me,
but I need to
know about Wyatt.
- I told you, I
don't know any Wyatt.
That's the name of
the guy you called.
No, it isn't.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
I'm really in trouble,
and this guy, he's...
he's dangerous.
It was in Chicago about
a year ago, at a...
private function
sponsored by my firm.
- He was attending as a guest.
- A guest of who?
A guy called Hollaway.
Rudolph Holloway.
I think they played
tennis together.
He told me he'd just
moved from Frisco...
and was in-between jobs.
He was extremely smart.
I know it sounds silly,
but he had this...
way of making me
feel close to him.
I found myself
telling him things.
I told him about this.
You told him about the list.
Yes.
There was something about him.
Something terrifying.
So why did you call him again?
You know when it's so good
you'd rather die than stop?
You want to kill someone.
You wanna kill...
the person you're
doing it with.
Fuck it. Y'know what?
He was a good lay.
Okay, so what's his real name?
- Jamie.
- Jamie?
That's his name. Jamie Getz.
Jamie Getz.
- NYPD Dispatch. How
may I direct your call?
Central Records.
Central.
This is Detective Russo,
Precinct 22, badge
number 15421.
Go ahead, Detective.
I need all you got
for a missing person.
Last name Getz... G-E-T-Z.
First name Jamie.
Not gettin' anything.
Wait. Got a hit on the
San Francisco database.
You near a fax?
Yes, uh...
Yes, send it to 212-555-0110.
- Uh, Russo?
- That's right.
- Send you all we got.
- Thanks.
You have two unheard messages.
It's Petersen.
I heard you called
in sick today.
Just making sure you'll
wrap up Clancey...
tomorrow. Call me if
you need anything.
Hi, this is Mr.
Lewman, the Super.
I haven't forgotten
about your pipe leak.
I'll have a look at
it Wednesday evening.
I assume you'll
still be at work,
so I'll let myself in. Thanks.
End of messages.
Hello?
Hello?
I'm just making
sure you can start
Clute-Nichols on Wednesday.
- I want her back.
Two more days, and
she's all yours.
No. I want her back now.
- What?
Yeah, 'cause I know
all about you.
I know who you
are, Jamie Getz.
I know all about...
your best friend
Rudolph Holloway,
and where you come
from and your days...
as a two-bit hustler
in San Francisco...
and 3 years at Avenal
for insurance fraud, arson.
How...
Doesn't matter.
What matters is what I know.
Now I want her
back, unharmed...
or else I tell your
pathetic story...
to the cops. Do
you understand?
Well-played, Jonathan.
Mr. McQuarry, you
have a phone call...
from a Detective
Russo. Line 4.
The body came in a
little while ago.
She was found in a taxi.
The driver was in a
coffee shop, came back...
and there she was
in the back seat.
And she fits the
description you gave us...
of that missing
woman of yours.
- And what's her name?
- Simone Wilkenson.
Let's go this way.
You want to step in,
Mr. McQuarry, please?
Okay.
Is this the woman
you were with...
the other night, Mr. McQuarry?
- Mr. McQuarry?
- Yeah.
Have you seen this
woman before?
No, I've never
seen her before.
- Who is she?
- She's a Wall Street analyst.
- And... and what
happened to her?
She was strangled
with something.
Coulda been wire,
even a string.
Lab reports show
traces of Kevlar...
in the wound.
- It's natural gut and Kevlar.
- Kevlar?
- Kevlar?
That should narrow
it down for us.
You want to tell
me anything else?
No.
Morning, Einstein.
Ready for your big day?
You know fuckin' shit.
You think because
you know my name...
you know me.
You have no idea
what I'm capable of.
Yes, I do. You
murdered Simone,
and you constantly
try to set me up.
Not if you behave.
But if you screw
with me today...
what I did to her is
kindness compared to...
what I'll do to your
little girlfriend.
Why, you won't even
recognize her...
when I'm through.
But her fate's in
your hands. If you...
don't go through with
it, I'll kill her.
Yeah. But if I do,
you'll kill me.
Yeah. It's a bit tricky.
But what do you care?
You were dead long...
before I met you.
You just didn't know.
You got no killer
instinct, Jonathan.
I'll give the instructions
to you later.
You've got until 6
p.m. to execute them,
or I execute her.
Now, remember, be
nice to everybody...
on your first day at work.
First impressions
are everything,
don't you agree?
- Mr. McQuarry.
Follow me, please.
Hello.
All of our C7 logs
are on the system.
I just saw this in my in-box.
It's for you.
I guess it came in a
little while ago...
by messenger.
Thank you.
Pay attention, Jonathan.
This is what you're gonna do.
Look for a group
of sub-accounts...
in the
Liebling-Holloway Trust.
These are masked accounts.
with IBAN numbers
ending with 6700.
You bundle these
phantom accounts...
and set up a standard
wire transfer...
to the Banco
Nationale, Madrid.
An account's already
been set up...
in your name.
Clute-Nichols is very
particular about who...
accesses their private
holding accounts.
But you have a
level 4 clearance,
and that's why you're
my friend, remember?
At exactly 5 o'clock,
you're gonna log in...
and begin a global
fund exchange.
Once you're inside,
you're gonna...
access the
Liebling-Holloway Trust...
through Rudolph Holloway's
private account.
You'll only have 40 minutes...
to locate the private
trust accounts...
and manually consolidate
all balances...
into a single fund wire.
Once you're done,
you'll encode...
this fund wire for an
end-of-day transfer...
to the Clute-Nichols
office in Hong Kong.
The Asian market
opens 15 hours ahead of us.
Thus, this transfer
will be catalogued...
as Friday's business...
and won't flag on the
Clute transfer log...
until end of business Monday.
That's 4 days after
we're done, Jonathan.
That's plenty of time for me...
to fill out a withdrawal
slip in Spain.
Hello, sir.
Hey, Russo. Simone
Wilkenson spent...
the night at The
Dylan 2 weeks ago.
The guy you like, McQuarry,
paid for the mini-bar
in the room.
Let's go pick him up.
It's not coming out of
our pockets, is it?
What?
- That delivery. You
didn't bill it to us.
No, of course not.
Good.
You guys charge
enough as it is.
- Is everything okay?
- Okay?
- With the audit.
- Yeah, yeah. It's fine.
I... it seems to be
going very well.
Good.
It's not exactly
a spectator sport.
Yeah, well,
I was gonna order
in dinner anyway.
- You want something?
- No, I'm fine, thank you.
Taxi.
Come on.
- What happened?
- Probably a gas leak.
- Which apartment?
- 631. Jonathan McQuarry.
- Is there a body?
Coroner's already
taken it away.
We should be arriving
in Madrid by 6 a.m.
Excuse me, are you
finished with that?
- Please, go ahead.
- Thanks.
- You on business?
- Yes, I am.
- What do you do?
- I'm an accountant.
- Do you like it?
- I love it.
- Numbers know how
to behave, right?
Sure.
Order and symmetry.
What else could a man need?
Jim Winter. Deutsche Bank.
- Jonathan McQuarry,
Worth and Berman.
Nice to meet you. - Likewise.
What do you think?
- You certainly look
the part, Wyatt.
Whoa, Wyatt?
- Who's Wyatt? My name is...
- Hey. Don't.
Yeah, the rules.
No names, huh?
- That's a nice suit.
- When did you get in?
- Couple of days ago.
- Two days, huh?
- Been enjoying Madrid?
- Been jet-lagged.
- We need champagne.
You want to order some?
No, I'm fine with this.
Then give me a beer.
Holy shit, look at this.
Wow. I spoke to Mr. Ruiz...
at Banco Nacional
de San Sebastian.
He's ready for us
whenever we want.
You're about to be a
millionaires, baby.
How about that?
Little ol' you, huh?
From the corner of
the street and here...
you are, to the
biggest double suite.
Who's always
looking out for you?
Oh, yeah. Suits and ties,
I told you, they're
the big game.
Hey. I'm paying you
a million bucks...
for services rendered.
- What the fuck is
wrong with you?
Nothing. Christ,
I'm jet-lagged.
I do so hate to be
crass, but you...
don't have 'No, thank
you' rights here.
You don't have to
tell me that twice.
So, how did it go?
Everything okay?
Perfect. You did a
great job on him.
Yeah, that poor bastard...
was practically
in love with you.
- He said that?
- He didn't need to say it.
So, he just
transferred the money,
no questions?
Sure, he had
questions. He said...
he would only do it
if you were safe.
What about him?
- Is he safe?
Well, he had a
little accident.
- What?
- The old routine.
- You killed him?
- It was an accident.
You fucking killed him?
You fucking piece of shit.
You fucking lousy... lousy...
He knew my name.
Jesus Christ, why do you care?
How long do you think
he would've waited...
for you to show before
he called the cops?
One hour? Three?
I had no choice.
Alright? He would've found me.
Jesus Christ.
You were into the accountant.
You for real?
That was stupid.
Fuck.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I don't know whats
wrong with me.
It just caught me by surprise.
You'll feel fine later
with all that cash. Trust me.
Buy you a nice leather
bag to put it in.
We'll take the night
train to Paris.
Have some fois gras
at Le Bouclard...
then mosey on down to Nice.
Work on our tans.
Buy a yacht.
We can name it Jonathan.
My baby loves me,
she always makes me feel fine.
She loves me,
she lets me know
that she's mine.
And when she kisses...
And then I ask her
if everything is okay.
I get my answer,
the only thing I can say.
I say 'Yeah, yeah.'
Your turn.
- Say it.
- Yeah, yeah...
is what I say.
Oh, what I'm gonna do to you.
- I have an appointment
with Mr. Ruiz. Ruiz?
Ruiz, that's right.
- Ruiz. I'm Jonathan McQuarry.
I was told to expect
you. One moment.
McQuarry.
Okay, this way. Excuse
me. The young lady,
she's also on the account?
- No. She's my
personal secretary.
I see.
Well, only those
on the account...
are permitted in
Mr. Ruiz' offices.
I do apologize.
- Would you mind
if I waited here?
Wait here if you like.
This way, please.
Mr. Lopez-Poline,
our Bank Manager.
He will take care of you now.
- Mr. McQuarry. Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias.
I understand you wish to close
your account with us today.
I'm afraid so.
I require some
extra liquidity.
Of course. I need to
see your passport...
and you will need to
sign a few documents.
Here you are.
- Gracias.
- Gracias.
And tell me, will
the co-signer...
be joining us shortly?
- Excuse me?
The co-signer on this account.
We will need his
information as well...
before we can
release the funds.
- The co-signer.
- Yes, sir.
When this money
was transferred...
there was a request
for a co-signature...
to release the funds.
I have it right here.
A Mr. Bose, Wyatt Bose,
is listed on the
account as well.
- Wyatt Bose.
- Yes, Mr. McQuarry.
According to our records...
you yourself requested
the co-signature...
when you transferred
these funds.
Yes, I know I did,
but it's just...
It's not a problem.
I can sort this out.
Please tell Mr. Ruiz
I'll be back shortly.
Okay.
- Hello.
- Are you free tonight?
- Jonathan.
I said, are you free tonight?
Yes, I am.
Hello, Jonathan.
My God, I'm a handsome devil.
The hair isn't quite right.
You losing some on top, there?
- Regardless, you look well.
For someone you
thought you'd killed.
I want half.
Careful. The suit doesn't make
the man, Jonathan.
I stole 20 million dollars.
I figure I'm entitled
to some of it.
There are two
signatures required...
to release those funds.
You thought of
everything, didn't you?
Without me that money doesn't
move anywhere. I want half.
Okay. Let's do it.
- Seor Bose.
- Thank you.
Seor McQuarry.
Would you sign
there, Mr. McQuarry,
please?
Two suitcases,
ten million each.
Well, everything
seems to be in order.
Mr. McQuarry, Mr. Bose...
please sign here and here.
Thank you. Please follow me.
All yours.
Well, here we are, Jonathan.
Spain, a suitcase
full of money.
A lot of people would
give everything...
to feel what we're
feeling right now.
I'm curious.
How did you know
youd been played?
- You made a mistake.
- I made a mistake?
The photo you sent me
was taken a few weeks ago.
Before the pipe behind her
caused the stain.
- I knew she was in on it.
- No longer. She took off.
Where is she?
She really got
under your skin,
didn't she?
I'll give you half my share
if you tell me where she is.
Is that so?
Let's go somewhere
quiet and make a deal.
She fell for you, Jonathan.
It's true.
I think she may have
even loved you.
She's a very special
girl, and I think...
she's worth more than
half your share,
but then again...
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Wait. Wait. I need
to talk to you.
No. Get out of here, Jonathan.
- I came here hoping
I would see you again.
You know nothing about me.
You don't even know my name.
So I was just
part of the plan,
is that it? Everything.
I wanted to call it off.
That night in Chinatown.
- I didn't know he
was gonna try...
to kill you. I'm so
sorry. - Don't go.
Take care of yourself.
Norbert Lewman... the Super.