Fay!
'Scuse me, sir?
'Scuse me?
Could you tell me how to get back on route 80?
Sure honey, just go down the road about a mile, turn right at the light-
Hey!
Toss the bag on the seat and i won't blow your fucking head off.
Are you kidding me?
You can die laughing if you think so.
Ain't gonna ask you again.
Dumb ass!
Hey! Hey, watch it!
Pay attention, will ya?
Ok.
I was expecting 10 or maybe 15 grand.
So what? We hit the jackpot!
- What's wrong?
- We gotta get out of Nevada, honey. That's what's wrong.
You promised me we could go to Vegas!
I don't think you understand the kind of people that we're dealing with, honey.
You better listen to what I'm saying.
I think we should head north for a while, maybe just hide out.
Ok.
We'll split the money fifty-fifty. You do what you want. I'm going to Las Vegas.
Honey, don't fuck with me. Okay? Don't fuck with me. I'm not in the mood for it.
You let me off with my half at the next bus stop.
Cause I'm going to Vegas.
- What did you say?
- You heard.
- Open the door, Fay.
- No!
Open the door and let me in! Open the door!
Fuck you, Vince.
Take your hand off the lock. Open the door!
You ain't going anywhere without me.
If I thought that money was gonna come between us, I'd just as soon burn it up.
We're gonna stay together, baby.
Right?
Come on honey, I gotta take a piss.
You can go by yourself.
I've seen you do it before.
Yeah, well, I like your company.
Idaho. You're gonna love it there, baby.
I know a little place, called Hell's Canyon.
It's real peaceful up there.
Lots of hunting, and fishing...
We could hide out for six months, maybe a year.
Who knows? Maybe we'll never come back?
Yeah.
I bet you're starting to get hungry, huh?
Guess we won't be going to Hell's Canyon after all,huh Vince?
JACK ANDREWS
PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR
Jesus, Jack. Got anything here that's worth a shit?
Hey, there's nothing in there.
Hey hey, who's this?
- Wife, girlfriend, or something?
- It's personal.
Nice looking piece of ass.
- Jack.
- I said it was personal.
Did you forget the rules?
You took out a loan, Jack.
You gotta pay it back.
Ten grand. Next Wesnesday.
Don't fuck it up.
Can you believe this? At her age!
You know, I'd never try to change what I was dealt to begin with. Would you?
- I hope I don't live long enough to worry about it.
- You got a good point there.
- Now, check out time is 11, hon.
- Ok.
- Could I borrow that?
- Oh, go ahead.
I don't read 'em anyway.
Thanks.
Daddy! Daddy, there's a man in the bathroom!
- See!
- Are you alright?
Oh, that fucking bitch.
- I need a ride.
- I'd give you a ride mister, but I don't have any room.
- Sure we do dad, we got plenty of room.
- Go wait in the car, son.
No room, huh?
Eight hundred, seventy-five thousand dollars.
INVESTIGATORS
JACK ANDREWS
PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR
"Wife Fakes Death and Disappears with Hubby's Money"
Well, how about Holback Chapel, any of those guys ever pay up?
Those deadbeats are even broker than you are, if that's possible.
Aww! Leave it, Teri, leave it. What difference does it make?
Hey, look.
What about that place in Maine? Huh.
Where you and Kathy used to go.
What's it called, uh...
Something "Harbor?"
"Safe Harbor."
Yeah, Safe Harbor.
Reno's eaten away at you, for Christ's sake.
There's nothing here for you anymore.
Happy anniversary.
Can I help you?
I'm, uh, looking for Mr. Andrews.
That's me. And you're Mrs....
Miss. Fay Forester.
Come in.
The work you do is totally confidential, isn't that right?
That's right. It's guaranteed.
Well...
There's a man.
We were, uh...
involved in a relationship.
He's not right in the head.
He's trying to kill me.
I see.
I don't love him anymore.
I tried to make that clear to him, but he won't accept it. and he won't leave me alone.
See, there's no one to protect me from him.
My folks are both passed away.
I don't have any other family.
There's no one I can turn to.
- And you've tried talking to the police?
- I can't prove anything.
- They can't arrest the guy unless he murders me.
- And what do you want me to do?
I want you to kill me.
I mean...
- I wanna make it look like I've been killed.
- That's a bit extreme, isn't it?
Look.
I made a...
I made a real mess out of things.
I...I want Fay Forester to die, so I can take on a new identity.
Is that too much to ask?
It's not that easy. What you want me to do...is illegal. It's a kind of fraud.
This man is gonna kill me!
You think I care about fraud?
I'm just saying that it's not without a lot of risk.
I'll pay you ten thousand dollars.
Half now. The other half after I'm dead.
That's a lot of money to be carrying around.
Please, Mr. Andrews.
I can't sleep at night.
I'm scared all the time.
The next time he finds me...
You have to help me!
Ms. Forester, are you telling me the truth?
This is from the last time I saw him.
Ten thousand's plenty. I'll take half now, and the other half when the job's done.
Plus expenses.
- So you'll do it?
- Yeah.
Thank you.
There's no guarantee it'll work, and you're gonna have to be honest with me.
Of course.
I don't know, Jack.
Something about it don't seem right.
You think this girl is telling you the truth?
No.
You should see her.
Anyway, her money's green either way.
Look, just cause you'd stick your neck out for a skirt in trouble, that don't mean that I have to.
You interested or not?
Take it easy, I'm just saying that you got this nice guy complex.
This whole thing with Kathy.
Sometimes you act like an asshole.
Great. I got a piano salesman for a psychiatrist.
- Only difference is I give advice for free.
- Alan, it's just a job.
You in or not?
Yeah. What the hell, what's the worst that could happen?
- When do I start?
- Right now.
I need a pint of Type A negative blood.
Seriously?
And, will that be a single or a double?
I'd like a double bed. But I'm single.
Ok, um...
Soba broj 15.
Room 15. What you wanna do, is go out this door,
and, uh,
- you go, uh, you go right,
- -Mm-hmm.
- you go straight, to the...Why don't I just show you?
- Ok.
- I'll get this for you.
- I'll take that.
- You sure, Ms. Forester?
- Really.
All right.
Why don't you call me Fay?
- Alright, Fay. Call me Tim.
- Ok, Tim.
So, you're sure the clerk in the motel will remember you?
He'll remember me.
Alright...
Then, uh, should be able to go tonight.
Oh, yeah, here's, uh,
Your new ID.
- West Virginia?
- It was all I could get.
BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Great! They look so real.
What do you think you'll do after tonight?
I don't know. I haven't really thought about it that much.
- You like to gamble?
- Depends on what's at stake.
Seven.
- Seven!
- Alright! Great,great.
- Okay, one more time, one more time.
- Alright!
Hi!
Hi.
How'd you do at craps?
Great. I won five hundred dollars.
You sure had those guys at the table going.
Yeah, it was fun. Wish you coulda joined me.
What's that?
Blood.
Same type as yours.
How'd you get blood?
It's not that hard.
This is the part I've been waiting for.
The murderer probably came here, and had a few drinks with you.
Go ahead.
The cops love lipstick and fingerprints.
So...
You were probably there, on the bed, and...
he was here, uh...
Yeah? And he probably made a pass at me.
Come here.
Yeah. Probably drunk, and...
tried to rough you up.
Yeah, but I tried to fight him off.
Show me how. We gotta make it look real.
You can do better than that, Jack.
You gotta do a good job.
This is costing me a lot of money.
Come on, rip it!
Ja sam se estoko branila.
I put up a wicked fight.
And then,
the murderer gets tired of wrestling.
And decides...
to kill the bitch,
and take her money.
Exhibit A.
Wanna put some on me?
I gotta put some holes in your dress, first.
Wouldn't it be easier if I took my dress off?
Sorry!
I always wondered what it'd be like
to die a really violent death.
Well, now you know.
Yeah.
Just lie there like you're dead.
- You left everything in here?
- Mm-hmm.
Except my car keys, which you have.
Don't laugh. You're dead.
- What are you doing?
- Putting you in the trunk.
Shh! Quiet!
We did it, huh?
I can't wait to start being Vera Billings.
- You're still gonna have to be careful.
- Yeah, I know.
You know...
I gotta tell you something.
When I first met you,
I thought you were a loser.
- Why'd you hire me?
- Why'd you take the job?
Anyway,
I was wrong.
You make a great murderer.
Why don't you come over to my room when you get back?
I'll pay you the rest of your cash.
- We'll celebrate.
- It'll take me a couple of hours to go to the lake and back.
I don't mind.
DEEPWATER
INDIAN RESERVATION
Jesus!
I'm sorry. I was just trying to be careful.
- Well-
- What're you sneaking up on me for?
I'm sorry, I was just try-
Take it easy!
She didn't go all the way down, huh?
Nah. Doesn't matter.
The cops will just find it sooner.
Yeah. This is a spooky place at night.
You know, this used to be sacred Indian land?
They say that there's ghosts -
ghosts and spirits, you know?
So when do we get paid?
Uh, tomorrow.
Want some?
Hallelujah, boy. Mm-hmm.
Fay?
Hi, I'm looking for a woman named Billings.
- Have you seen her?
- I remember her, good looking. Friend of yours?
Yeah.
- It's important.
- Well, let's see.
She only checked in early this morning,
and she checked out about two hours ago.
I know because I had to get her a cab
to take her to the airport.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, of course I'm sure.
I wouldn't forget a thing like that.
I'm not that old!
Unbelievable!
Oh, yeah, I remember her. Definitely.
Hard to forget if you know what I mean!
Yeah, she took flight 405 to Las Vegas.
- Got away from you, huh.
- Yeah, she sure did.
- When's the next flight?
- Next available is...
Tomorrow morning, 11 am.
Thanks for all your help.
Good luck.
Hey, Andrews. Jack Andrews,
we got a warrant for your arrest.
The hell you do.
Come on.
- You got a warrant for that?
- Yeah. Get him out of here!
When did you first meet Fay Forester?
Never heard of her.
- Where were you at 11:40 last night, Jack.
- Drinking. With friends. Alan Swayze..
- What's his phone number?
- You got a phone book, look it up.
- Ever been in the Rancho Sierra?
- What's that, a whorehouse?
- Got any debts, Jack?
- A few, why?
- How'd you get that broken finger?
- Closing the file cabinet.
- Who gave you the scratch on the face, Jack?
- What scratch?
You used to be a pretty normal,
law-abiding citizen, Jack.
Degree in business,
insurance investigator for three years.
Married, briefly.
- And you got a point?
- Well, then things kinda go downhill.
1987, Drunk and disorderly.
- '88, a week in jail for withholding evidence.
- I was protecting a client.
Two current moving violations, and $270 in outstanding parking tickets.
Parking tickets! You got me.
Jack, there's somebody I want you to meet.
Is this the man you saw last night?
Take your time.
- No, he doesn't look anything like him.
- You sure?
This guy was big, mean-looking!
I can't believe Fay was with this guy.
I can't believe she's...
It's okay Tim, thanks.
You're a murder suspect in this case, Jack.
And, as such, you're forbidden by law
from leaving Washoe county
without permission in writing from me.
- You understand that, Jack
- You're wasting your time.
You know,
...There was another woman that disappeared...
...in a car, in a lake, a couple of years ago
You were there, Jack.
Maybe there's a connection.
Hey, Sam, come on. Everybody knows that
was an accident. Give the guy a break.
Oh yeah, sure, that was an accident, wasn't it.
He managed to save his own skin-
You son of a bitch! Get him out of here!
Get him out of here before I break his fucking neck!
Get him outta here!
"Woman feared murdered;
Private investigator questioned"
"Police are looking for the body of Fay Forester..."
"A suspect, Reno private investigator Jack Andrews,
was arrested in connection with the alleged murder..."
"A suspect, Reno private investigator
Jack Andrews,
was arrested in connection with the alleged murder,
but was released this morning after questioning."
That ain't gonna be too good for business, is it, Jack?
So, you think she set you up, or what?
She wouldn't set me up, I'd blow her whole scheme.
There had to be some minor connection.
Unless she wanted people to think that she was trying to be dead...
I don't care what she's trying to pull.
She owes me and I'm gonna collect.
Oh, man, you hear what you're saying?
Listen to you!
Jack, blow it off. You leave town and
Hendricks is gonna send you to jail.
Then I'll do the 30 days and pay the fine.
I want you to check all the hotels in Vegas.
She's probably under the name of Vera Billings.
Vera Billings. Alright.
- I'll get on it right away.
- And try to get back here as soon as you can.
I got nobody minding the store 'til Teri comes back.
Whaddya say, Jack? Going somewhere?
Nope. Just walking my friend to his car.
- Have a nice trip.
- Yeah. Thanks, Jack.
- Excuse me, boys.
- Drive careful.
What are you guys doing here?
I still got a couple of days.
Heard you was in jail.
Thought there might be a problem.
There's thirty-four hundred.
Very good, Jack. Very good.
Where'd you get it?
- Don't you read the papers? I killed somebody.
- Funny guy!
Come on, you'll get the rest in three days.
Now, I really hope you're not thinking about leaving town.
Now why would I want to do that? I'm very happy here.
Take care of that finger.
Yes.
I've been waiting for my checking account balance.
Great. Seven hundred and thirty-two...
Oh.
Sorry, we're closed.
Yeah, well, the door was open.
My fault, sorry,
but we're closed.
- You Jack?
- Yeah, but, uh, like I said...
Jack Andrews.
- What'd you do with Fay Forester.
- Never heard of her.
You're a fucking liar.
The cops got it wrong.I never heard of her.
- I've never heard of her!
- Well, I'm gonna kill you anyway.
Alright, hold it! I said hold it!
Your gun ain't loaded, Jack.
How you feeling? Feeling alright?
Hi, how are ya, this is Jim Peterson,
calling from Reno.
I got some information here for Mr. Maranot.
Sit down.
- Jim!
- Hey, Jonesee, how ya doing?
I'm fine, I'm fine. Look, Mr. Maranot says...
...the money was wrapped in green rubber bands, all hundreds.
Yeah, well, a couple of my boys
picked up some cash that matches that description,
from some small-time gambler named Jack Andrews.
He's got some half-assed private eye business.
You ever heard of him?
- No.
- Well I sent my boys to pick him up, but he was gone.
Well, keep looking, okay? If you find him,
Mr. Maranot is going to be very appreciative.
- Okay, Jonesee. We'll keep looking.
- Okay, Big Jim.
- Be good.
- Right. That Andrews is dead meat.
- Yeah, Collect from Jack
- Hey, Jack, what the hell happened here?
Fay's boyfriend happened.
Listen, he's mean, and he may still be hanging
around there. So watch out for yourself.
Me, what about you? Are you alright?
-Fine. Did you find her?
-Oh yeah, well, I checked all the big places and
there was no Vera Billings registered anywhere.
- Damn
- But there was a, uh,
Virginia Billingsly registered at the Hilton.
What do you say pal, this babe is one of the
most cunning criminal minds of this century.
Yeah, that sounds like her. Hey, listen Alan,
I'll talk to you later. I'll call you this afternoon.Thanks.
- Take it easy, man.
- Bye.
Virginia Billingsly.
Excuse me.
Uh, I've got a special delivery for a Virginia Billingsly.
Virginia Billingsly.
- Would you like me to ring her room?
- Oh, no, no I have to hand deliver it.
I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to give
you her room number. It's hotel policy.
Oh, I understand. But, uh,
See..
she's an old friend, and,
Uh, she doesn't know I'm coming into town, and I wanted to surprise her.
I'm sorry.
The best I could do is call her.
- Ok.
- Who should I say is calling?
Jack Reno.
I'm sorry sir, she's not answering.
Would you like to leave a message?
- No, I'll, uh, come back later.
- Okay.
Hi. What can I getcha?
Yeah?
- This is Spiv. I think I found something you'd be interested in.
- Oh yeah?
That's quite a dress you got there, Fay.
Jack, honey, hi. How're you doing?
You have to say goodbye to your friends, Virginia.
- I'm on a roll here.
- Sorry, boys, time to go.
Come on, Virginia.
Sorry, fellas. Gotta run.
So.
Want a drink or something?
Met your boyfriend.
- Does he know about me?
- Not yet.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to run away from you.
But, I was scared.
I didn't want anything to happen to you.
I'll pay you the rest of your cash.
You better just take your money and go.
What's going on?
- What's going on?
- Housekeeping.
Can you come back later?
Yeah, that's him alright.
That's the son of a bitch who shot Marty,
And she's the one who drove away in the car.
Who are you guys, you got the-
- Put the gun down and relax.
- Where's the money?
There it is.
There it is. On the floor.
That's my briefcase!
Don't move.
See.
That's it alright. You're dead, chump.
I don't wanna go to jail, Jack.
Come on.
Come on!
Where'd you get the money?
I'll tell you later.
- Just drive the goddamn car.
- You'll tell me later.
Jesus, Jack are you crazy?
What are you doing?
- Jack, I'm scared!
- What are you afraid of? It was self-defense.
They'll check out my name...
they'll find out other things.
What things, Fay?
Vince stole the money,
and I stole it from Vince.
These guys in Winemuka, they were working for the mob.
Stealing money from casinos somehow.
Vince killed one of them.
I was there. It was awful.
The other guy was the one who was
just in the hotel room.
So we took off.
I tried to get away, but he'd
have killed me for sure!
So, I...
... Later, he fell asleep, and I hit him.
I hit him on the head.
I wanted to tell you the truth before,
but how could I?
I don't want to go to jail, Jack!
I'll die in there!
Is that what you want?
- Yes, sir?
- Is everything okay here, folks?
Yes, she's just...a little upset.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
Fay.
We're here.
It's good. It's safe. You'll love it.
Oh, um, do you have any money?
I mean, can I have some? I'm broke.
For the rooms.
Rooms?
You know the air conditioner doesn't work.
It's okay.
The ice machine doesn't work either.
It's alright.
Alrighty, Mr. Burl.
Let's see, it'll be you, and,uh...
My wife.
Alrighty.
Now...
One hundred.
- Thanks.
- Okay.
You know, you look familiar to me.
Have you been up here before?
No. Wish I had, though. Beautiful spot.
- Well, alrighty.
- Thank you.
- Fay?
- Yup.
- I've been thinking about tomorrow.
- Oh, yeah?
There's a place up in Maine.
I used to work in insurance, i found it.
It's called, "Safe Harbor."
I was married.
She died, and, and, uh...
- I never wanted to stay in Reno, but...
- Shit!
I never wanted to stay in Reno.
She and I thought we'd go there.
There's some really beautiful houses along the coast.
I think it'd be a good place for us.
- You want me to go with you to Maine?
- Why not?
I figure you and I have
a chance to start over.
Most people don't get that second chance.
- You really feel that way about me?
- No.
- I think you're a greedy, two-faced bitch.
- What?!
There's no reason I should trust you-
but I want to.
If you're straight with me,
maybe we could help each other.
What do you say?
Two suspects have been identified in yesterday's
brutal slaying in a Hilton Hotel room...
...of Stanley Jones, son-in-law of prominent
Las Vegas businessman William Maranot.
Police are searching for a woman
using the name Virginia Billingsly.
The male suspect has been identified as
Jack Andrews, a resident of Reno.
A manhunt for these suspects is currently underway...
...and roadblocks have been set up at
checkpoints around the state.
Anyone having information that could help the
investigation should call the Neva-
Maranot's only the biggest
crime family in Nevada, Fay.
- Let's just get out of here.
- Roadblocks! We couldn't get 20 miles.
We couldn't get 20 miles.
You know what to do, Jack.
Kill me.
Kill me again.
You did it before!
You could do it again.
We could die together.
- "Stage" Studio.
- Hi Alan, it's me.
Jack. Everybody's looking for you.
- Yeah, well. I'm gonna fix things.
- Wait, wait, how can I find you?
Listen, I'm not going to be here long anyway.
It doesn't matter.
Well, where are you going, man?
Uh, it's not important.
What about your place?
All your stuff's gonna get trashed.
- You've been evicted.
- I don't care about any of that stuff.
Listen, if you can get any of it, it's yours.
Are you doing this for her?
Hey, don't do anything stupid, man.
Don't worry, Everything's fine.
Say hi to Teri for me.
Listen, I'm going to send you and her some money.
So, look out for it.
Hey, look, I gotta get going.
Hey, wait! Jack!
- Jack!
- Take it easy.
Goodbye.
Yes, this is the operator.
Operator, uh, could you tell me
where that call originated from?
Yes, it was from Overton, Nevada.
Overton?
Thanks.
Overton. Lake Mead.
I figure we gotta swim
about 200 yards to the shore.
It's perfect because it's one of
the deepest parts of the lake.
It's gonna make a pretty good escape route.
Here we are.
This is it.
Yeah. That's Indian Rock. See.
I'll show you. Right here.
This is where I'll sink the boat.
They'll search and search for us for months,
but they'll never find us.
The debris coming up, that can only mean one thing.
Of course, like I say, we'll
have a healthy swim to the shore.
And then about, uh, a five
mile hike up to the drop point.
Five miles?
You'll make it.
Drop point's up there. And at that point,
we'll pick up the money and the supplies
we need to make the last leg of the hike.
- Where do we hide the money?
- We bury it, along with the supplies.
Right here. On Indian Land. We hike
We'll buy a used car in Dalton for cash.
It was a lot easier last time.
Well, this time it's for keeps.
We faked the whole thing, man! She's not--
she's not really dead.
She's not dead.
Yeah, well, I knew she wasn't dead.
She's with your friend.
- Isn't she? Isn't she?
- I don't know, I swear, man.
- Huh?
- I think so, I don't know.
Don't lie to me, Al.
I don't like to be lied to.
I'm going alone, Fey.
- What?
- I'll bury the money, and the stuff.
And be back in a couple of hours.
- It'll be safer that way.
- I wanna go!
You wanna go? Why?
Because...
- I'm afraid.
- Afraid?
Of what?
I'm afraid you won't come back.
Don't you trust me?
- You don't have to take the money.
- Trust me.
I'll be back in a couple of hours.
Ok.
You better come back, you son of a bitch.
- Where the fuck are they?
- I don't know, man.
Fuck, man! Leave me alone!
I don't know, man!
I'm not asking you again.
Where are they?
Fuck! You son of a bitch!
You know, you got a whole pack of
these...swishy cigarettes.
That's a whole pack, man.
So you better start talking to me.
Overton! He called from Overton, man.
That's all I know, I swear.
Well, where the fuck is Overton?
Huh? Where's Overton?
It's up by Lake Mead, on the northern tip.
Ok, Al.
Betcha can't wait to get out
of that chair, can you?
Relax.
Look, man, just let me go, man.
I promise I won't say anything.
Just let me go. You'll never see me again.
Sure, Al. Yep.
And one of those.
Thanks.
What are all the cop cars for?
They're looking for some killers.
Shot some folks up in Vegas, I hear.
Them Arizona cops, they watch the
border while the Nevada cops go to lunch.
- That's mighty neighborly of them.
- Yeah, it is.
Well, thanks.
NO TRESPASSING
INDIAN RESERVATION
Fey!
You might live throught the rest of the
day if you tell me where my money is.
Jack, he's crazy.
He'll kill you.
Tell him where it is.
He'll let us go if you just tell him.
She's right.
I am fucking nuts.
Pull the trigger.
Ok, Mr. half-assed Dick Tracy.
Tell me where the money is,
- or I'll shoot the bitch.
- Jack!
- Go ahead.
- Jack!
Tell him, please!
Go on.
- Kill her.
- Jack!
What exactly do you want, Jack?
Fey.
Half the money.
Two days head start 'til I
tell you where your half is.
- Is that all?
- It's fair.
- That's better than nothing, Vince.
- Shut up!
What'll it be, Vince?
I need to think this over.
How ya feeling, Jack?
Feeling alright?
How's your finger?
Nice wallet.
Hey!
That bastard's never gonna hurt me again!
Sorry, Fey.
Are you alright?
Open up in there, I'm coming in.
We're almost there.
Get the map out.
- I left it.
- Left it?
Well, we still have to walk out of the state.
I guess we'll have to wing it.
Come on, Fey.
Guess we won't be going to
Maine after all, huh, Jack?
Go ahead, honey.
Finish him off.
- I think I got him.
- Let's make sure.
Hey!
Let's get the hell outta here.
Hey,hey! Gimme that!
No more bullshit, you understand me?
Nice truck, huh?
Hey, genius left the keys.
Take this.
- Fuck Jesus!
- Fuck!
- Bastard!
Turn around! Go back!
- We're gonna have to get outta here, now.
- What do we do? How do we get our money back?
Shit!
Unit 52. Shots fired.
I'm in pursuit of a white Cadillac.
Tag numbers are wrong, but the model's correct.
I think it's Jack Andrews.
You're lucky we heard those shots.
- You're gonna have to go to the doctor.
- No.
How bout at the reservation?
There won't be any trouble.
Ok.