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-Jesus, Frank.
I keep telling you you're killing yourself with that ***.
-Well, if one thing don't kill you, another will.
-You sure you want to do this?
-Five keys of blow don't just magically up and disappear.
-You still think the whole department could be on the take?
-Yeah.
That's why you're the only guy I can trust, Joey.
-'Cause you know this whole time
I've been thinking it was you stealing it.
Just to keep it up for Dora.
-I got no prob in that department, buddy.
Ready to do this?
-Absolutely.
Give me some Connery, babe.
-[Sean Connery voice]: So you wanna get Capone?
Well here's what you do:
He pulls a knife;
you pull a gun.
He puts in his earpiece;
you give him a tap test.
-Can you hear that, fat ***?
-I can, ***.
-Then all right.
-All right, man.
Got your back.
-It's only because you're so slow, you old fart.
[distant radio plays]
-[laughs]
-[laughs]
-Misha here?
He's expecting me.
-[sniffs]
Who the hell are you?
-Charley sent me.
-Misha!
[speaks Slavic]
[speaks Slavic]
-(Misha) Who the hell are you?
Where's Charley?
-(Joey) He's out on a call.
He sent me.
What, is there a problem?
-You checked him?
-(associate) No.
-[speaks Slavic]
-Guys, guys.
Hang on a sec. Hang on a sec--
-[yells in Slavic]
Kill him!
-Frank! Frank--
-Turn around, Frank.
[three rounds fire]
-[collapses]
-Misha,
take that, go.
I'll take care of it.
[two rounds fire]
[sniff]
Okay, we've got an officer down!
Officer down!
Send units!
Look what you made me do, you piece of ***.
[sirens]
I hear them coming, Frank.
They'll be here in a second.
It'll all be over.
[sirens]
[sirens]
-(recall) Look what you made me do,
you piece of ***.
-(Frank) Where am I?
What is this place?
[door opens]
I hear footsteps.
Oh, Dora!
Thank god you're here, baby.
Joey shot me in the chest, that ***.
-Doc, can you give us a second, please?
-Joey.
You traitor piece of ***.
What are you doing here?
Dora, don't listen to him.
Don't listen to a word he says.
-He looks like a beached whale-- -Shh...
Respect the dead.
-I'm respecting him.
I'm taking care of his wife.
-Get your hands off my wife.
You son of a ***.
-[tittering]: Will you stop it.
-Both of you!
If I could just get my hand to move. Come on!
I'm gonna break your neck, Joey.
And you, Dora, you ***.
I'll stab you in the back like you stabbed me.
I think I can feel my fingers moving.
Come on!
That's it...
That's it.
I can move.
-[screams] [flatline]
-Jesus, ***!
-What's going on? W-whoa, easy--
-The ***!
-[grunts]
-How're you feeling?
Can you blur your vision?
-No.
-Excellent.
How many fingers am I holding up?
-Three.
-Do you have any phantom sensations. Do you have any--
-[rasping]: What did you do?
What the hell did you do?
-[whispering]: I gave you a second chance.
If you're smart enough, you'll take it.
-[audible ache]
-Now. W-what do you remember?
[gunshots]
-I was shot.
-No.
No, Mr. Yates.
You weren't shot.
-Mr. Yates?
No.
I'm Frank Stella.
-No, you're Ted Yates.
Frank Stella is dead.
You had a very close call, Ted.
Brain aneurysm.
Everything else is perfectly healthy.
You're a prime specimen.
Now you can live a long life you deserve.
-[giggles]
-A new life.
With a very beautiful, young wife, I might add.
You might be the luckiest man alive.
[door opens]
-Hi, Ted.
I thought I lost you.
It's gonna be okay, now.
-I don't even know who you are, young lady.
-Okay, heh.
It's okay.
-[whispering]: Why don't we let him rest?
You'll thank me.
-This is it.
[footsteps]
-You know, can I just--
I just have a bit of time, by myself?
If that's okay.
-Yeah.
Well of course, you've been through a lot.
You can go to your place,
work out a bit.
It always used to make you feel better.
-My place? -Mm-hmm.
It's around back.
[door opens]
[punch]
[punch]
-Whew.
[rapid punches]
-Holy ***.
[cyclic punches]
[exhales]
[audible breath]
Oof.
[weight drops]
[echo]
[door opens]
[tool drops]
-Thanks.
-What?
-You were right, Doc.
Once I worked it out, I thank you.
Ted Yates' body.
Frank Stella's brain. [snickers]
My brain.
I don't know how you did it, but
well done. [snickers]
-Nobel Prize. -[chuckles]
I'm not so sure about that one, Doc.
See, I think there's a few laws about switching brains.
-But the results, who cares? -I care.
[whisper]: I really care.
Who else knows?
-Nobody.
-Just you and I?
-Yeah. -Yeah, two people.
Well, two people can keep a secret, right?
-Yeah. [chuckles]
-Especially if one is dead.
-Well, you're in full recovery,
I wouldn't worry about-- -Doc.
Yeah.
-What do you want?
-Just like you said.
A second chance.
And this time, I won't waste it
believing in fairy tales like
friendship,
loyalty,
true love.
-I don't understand. -Oh come on, Doc.
You got ways of fixing things
around here, right?
Say, making a body disappear.
What would you say?
-Anything you want, Frank.
-[snickers]
Ted.
Call me Ted.
[dog barks]
[laughter inside]
-I gotta go, I gotta go.
I gotta go. I gotta go. -You always do this, ugh!
(Dora) You do this every time.
-Yeah, well I gotta be at work,
every time. -Oh that's ***.
Are you screwing somebody else?
-God, you're so paranoid.
Leave it alone.
-[sighs] You're such an ***.
[shower runs]
[shower drains]
-(Joey) All right. So, I want you to rest
up for when I get back. Okay?
Come on, Dora.
Seriously, you pissed off?
Dora?
-He pulls a knife;
you pull a gun.
Hey, Joey.
It's Frank.
[exchange punches]
[crashes]
[heavy strikes]
-[grunts]
-Look what you made me do.
[neck snaps]
You piece of ***.
[door closes]
-I'm here to see Misha.
-Misha?
Misha!
[speaks Slavic]
-You know,
I heard that ***'ll kill you.
[gunshot]
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