Double Take (2001 film)

Double Take is a 2001 American buddy action comedy film about Daryl, an idealistic New York corporate employee on the run to Mexico over being framed for a murder on the orders of a corrupt CIA chief, only to find himself stuck in extreme personality differences with the overly streetwise undercover FBI agent Freddy. Directed and screenplay adapted by George Gallo based on 1957 British film Across the Bridge based on 1938 short story Across the Bridge by English playwright Graham Greene. One big shot. One big mouth. The switch is on. Daryl Chase Shari, it's me, Daryl. Shari? Hey! I don't wanna see you naked, but if I have to... [sees Shari's murdered corpse, then gets caught between a shootout between police and assassins who kill the officers] [to train attendant attempting to mimic Freddy] No Schlitz malt liquor?ǃ No Schlitz malt liquor?ǃ Well, ain't that some shit. How you gonna run a successful business... and you ain't got no Schlitz malt liquor? You ain't keepin' it realǃ You ain't representin' What you doin' up in here, boy?ǃ [to Freddy behaving overly confident in his office] Man if you keep campaigning for an ass whuppin', you gonna get elected. Freddy Tiffany [after knocking down a knife wielding assailant] Now you need a nut doctorǃ Get on before you get spit onǃ [shows up to Daryl at fashion show] Looks like a nigga got bustedǃ Ooh, Superflyǃ [approaches Mexican business clients at fashion show] It's obvious this rude nigga here don't wanna introduce me to you "peoples. So I figure I'll introduce myself. I am Freddy Tiffany, internationally known, I might add. How you doin', baby? [to Maque Sanchez] Look at you, girl. I don't care. We could knock the cobwebs off of it, me and you, girl. I'm telling ya. [to Minty Gutierrez] What is up with your eye, G.? Oh, I get it. That way you can scope on her without pissing her off. You know what you need is some Visine and some Windex. Much money as you making, you could afford a better eyeǃ [to Daryl] Let me guess. Somebody tried to kill you. T.J. McCready miraculously shows up in the nick of time... and shoots him. Shit. And the dog? Oh, the dog is the centre of this entire investigation. [Daryl realizes CIA chief Timothy is in cahoots with the Mexican cartels] [to river wading illegal migrants pointing to U.S. side of river] No, no, no. Black man going to Mexicoǃ Y'all can go to Comptonǃ I'm going to Mexico! Look. Over that way! No! U.S.A. [migrants attempt to steal dog] Me and the dog can take all y'allǃ Bring it on! Bring it on! Watch it, baby. Bite 'em! Keep missin' with meǃ All of yahǃ Noǃ Look outǃ [to U.S. border patrol when getting dropped off in Mexico] I ain't gettin' out! Yeah, drop me off right here! Thanks for the ride, suckers! [sees FBI agents] [walking through the desert, and sees a vulture] How's your mama? We went out. You know, you'd make a nice 9-piece. You know we black people like chicken! You see any flies on me? [the vulture starts flying toward Freddy] I'm just playin'! [to Daryl] If you wanna live, get in the carǃ If you wanna die, get in the carǃ [to Daryl unsuccessfully shooting at Timothy] Man, you really are from the projectsǃ You didn't hit a damn thingǃ [to Minty goon holding Chloe at gunpoint hostage] I'll roll you like a Philly blunt and smoke your bitch ass! [to arrested Agent C.A. being escorted] They're going to hang a sign over your cell: "Over one billion served"ǃ Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth [to Minty goon when Timothy shoots Minty] They shot Mintyǃ Dialogue Freddy Tiffany: [being arrested] This what you do to the hero?ǃ You got the wrong guy! Do I look like Puffy?ǃ Officer 1: Shut up! Daryl Chase: [approaches] You got the wrong guy! [comes in between] Hey, that is not the guyǃ Officer 1: What?ǃ What the hell you mean, it's not the guy?ǃ Daryl Chase: He got the briefcase backǃ That is not the guyǃ Officer 2: Are you sure? Daryl Chase: I'm positiveǃ Freddy Tiffany: Now, you heard the manǃ Raise up off me! [officer releases grip] What?ǃ Daryl Chase: Just... Really. Freddy Tiffany: I'm Muslim. I don't like no parts of no pig! Daryl Chase: Look, you okay? Freddy Tiffany: [indicating injury] Man, I hope I don't need no stitches. I ain't got no insurance. Daryl Chase: [hands over cash]I'm really sorry about this. Freddy Tiffany: And my mama got cancer. [Daryl chuckles and hands over another bill] I said cancer. Daryl Chase: [patronizingly] I think this will cover it. Freddy Tiffany: Common cold is cool. [takes bill] Daryl Chase: Well, uh, take care of yourself. Freddy Tiffany: You be careful out here, man. Daryl Chase: I will. You get that looked at, all right? Freddy Tiffany: All right. [to officers] Hey, you pigs know where the nearest emergency room is? Daryl Chase: [Freddy runs away] Okay, okayǃ Shari: I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's somebody in your office, Mr. Chase. Daryl Chase: Not now, Shari. Shari: I think you should see him. He says it's a family matter. [arrives at executive office to see Freddy t a desk] Freddy Tiffany: [on phone] Look, a broker is a smoker. You ever heard of E-Trade? Yeah, you can do that shit for freeǃ I'm Freddy Tiffany, internationally known, I might add. All right. [hangs up] My nigga! [gets up and paces around] Hey, you got any job openings? This is some easy-ass shitǃ Daryl Chase: Oh, yeah. Let me call Human Resources. Shari? Freddy Tiffany: Hook a brother upǃ Man, how'd a brother like you get a big-ass office like this... with fancy furniture and whatnot... without the benefit of some kind of mischief. Daryl Chase: You keep campaigning for this ass-whooping, you gonna get elected. Freddy Tiffany: Cool. Look. I was just jokin' about the phone, man. Wasn't nobody on it. And I feel kind of bad about what happened earlier. Daryl Chase: [Freddy holds out envelope] What is that? Freddy Tiffany: It's your money. [Daryl snatches envelope and Freddy holds up framed photo] Is that Chloe Kent? Hey, that's that La Perla supermodel. Man, I'd sure like to wax her drawers. Daryl Chase: [takes framed photo] I'll let her know. Freddy Tiffany: [being escorted out] Hey, ain't no need for all this shitǃ How's your mama? We went out. Hey, look, girl, what you need is a thug in your lifeǃ Come on. You know damn well you like danger, girl. You from the projects. You from the projects. Shari: I could kick his ass. Daryl Chase: Charles, we have a problem. Don Carlos Cola does not exist. Shari called eight different distributors, and no one had ever heard of it. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: Oh, I like that girl. Daryl Chase: Hey, this is serious. Northeast National has a fiduciary interest here, and you know as well as I know, my name's on those documents. And I'm not going to jail. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: Slow down, Daryl. We can't go charging in without hard evidence. If it's there, we'll find it. We'll find it. Daryl Chase: Thomas. Tell me. Did you reallocate additional working capital towards a Don Carlos ad campaign? Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: [places arm around Daryl] Oh, I really like youǃ I'm so glad you are on our sideǃ Timothy Jarrett McCready: Mr. Chase, we need to talk. [to officers, referring to CSI investigators coming in] Relax. They're with me. Daryl Chase: You wanna tell me what's going on? Timothy Jarrett McCready: [on phone] All secure. Mr. Chase and Miss Kent are now in our protection. Yeah. We'll do. [seated] Mr. Chase, we've been working a deep cover operation in Mexico. It involves drug trafficking... extortion and the murder of Governor Eduardo Quintana in Chihuahua. Daryl Chase: Okay, that... What does that have to do with us? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Yeah. Have you ever heard of Don Carlos Cola? It's a dummy corporation that's a front for the Gutierrez drug cartel. They've been laundering money through this corporation for years. This morning they made a $106-million deposit to your bank. Shari: Daryl, what's going on? Timothy Jarrett McCready: [holds out photos] Have you ever seen these two men? Shari: [takes photos] No. Have you? Daryl Chase: No. Timothy Jarrett McCready: That is your house guest from tonight. Daryl Chase: I gotta assume you're going somewhere with this. Timothy Jarrett McCready: Those two guys are on the Gutierrez payroll. In fact, they've been hanging around the neighborhood for the last few days. Shari: Wait a minute. That's the guy that was on stage with me. Daryl Chase: Well, now, this asshole you ought to arrest. Anything you need, I'll testify. Timothy Jarrett McCready: Yeah, that's Freddy Tiffany. He's an absolutely crazy man. Stay away from him. Daryl Chase: Wait a minute. How long have you been following me? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Protecting you, Mr. Chase. There are people out there who want you dead. I'm not gonna let that happen. But for me to help you, you gotta trust me. Shari: Daryl. Timothy Jarrett McCready: Look, I gotta get back to Mexico for a few days and wind this thing up. Agent Martinez is gonna stay here and provide protection for both of you until we get this case solved. Meanwhile, if anything goes wrong... anything... Mr. Chase, you call me. Timothy Jarrett McCready: [to CSIs manhandling hysterical wife of murder victim] How'd the wife get in here?[answers phone] Hello? Daryl Chase: [at payphone] Hello? McCready, is that you? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Is that you, Daryl? Daryl Chase: Yeah, it's meǃ I'm in troubleǃ They think I killed two copsǃ Street woman harasser: [taps Daryl's shoulder] Excuse me. Daryl Chase: [to woman] Yeah, sureǃ Hold onǃ [to Timothy] My secretary, she is deadǃ Those two guys you showed me the pictures of, they showed up at my office this morningǃ Look, I'm in troubleǃ Street woman harasser: Excuse me. Daryl Chase: Woman, woman, step off, all right?ǃ Street woman harasser: But you're not using the phone. Daryl Chase: [to woman] I got the phone nowǃ You happy?ǃ [to Timothy] Look, the shit just hit the fan hereǃ Get your ass up here and get me out of thisǃ Timothy Jarrett McCready: Okay. First you gotta get out of New York. Daryl Chase: What are you talking about? Are you listening to me?ǃ I didn't kill anybodyǃ I don't wanna leave New Yorkǃ [Street woman hits him] Stop it! Timothy Jarrett McCready: You wanna take your chances with NYPD? Daryl Chase: Shit. Look, I'm black. I'm not stupidǃ Timothy Jarrett McCready: Okay, get your black ass to Mexico where I can protect you. Meet me in the town of La Questa. [taps glass door to two agents] Daryl Chase: La Questa. All right. Timothy Jarrett McCready: Listen, Daryl, don't use your credit card, don't show your ID. If you do, they'll find you, they'll kill you. Just get to Mexico. Don't look at anybody. Don't wave at anybody. Don't talk to anybodyǃ Freddy Tiffany: [to Daryl riding down escalator at Penn station ] Yo, bitch, what up?ǃ What's a uptown nigga like yourself doin' down here with us common folk? Figure a bitch like you be in a limo, G-five, G-nineǃ You know, that kind of shitǃ You know, me and the Big Apple, babyǃ It's like the 1900sǃ It's over. It's over, babyǃ [following Daryl] You know, you one rude Negroidǃ Didn't your mother ever tell you to talk to people when they talk to you? Be sociable. See, I know what your problem isǃ Your father fondled you as a child, didn't he?ǃ See, what you need is some couch timeǃ [Daryl sees officers] Just sit down and let it all outǃ It happened to me... me and my grandfather. I remember I was three years old. Daryl Chase: Hey, listen to me. I'm serious. Freddy Tiffany: It was only when he was on that moonshine. Daryl Chase: Please. FreddyTiffany: [turns to see FBI agents] Ooh, ooh, ooh. [Dolores the dog appears out of backpack] Hey, hey, hey, baby. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, baby. It's gonna be all right. Come here. Daddy love you. All right, in, baby, yeah. Get your bitch ass back in the bag. [cackles hysterically] Nigga, nigga, niggaǃ You got the NYPD "shoot a brother 41 times" after your ass. Daryl Chase: Would you keep your voice down? Freddy Tiffany: No wonder you're nervous. Daryl Chase: I need to get to Mexico. Freddy Tiffany: And people in hell need ice water. A fat woman wanna be skinny. A midget wanna be tall. You wanna be whiteǃ [Darl grabs Freddy by head and pulls him into washroom] Daryl Chase: I'll take that as a yes. Freddy Tiffany: [being pulled into washroom] Come on, manǃ Hey, hey. Watch the clothes, manǃ Daryl Chase: If you're gonna help me, help me. But just... [walks to stalls] Freddy Tiffany: Oh, he need some help. Well, look here. If you don't wanna go to the penitentiary, you might wanna listen to your new partnerǃ Okay. Everybody, meet my new partner. My new partnerǃ [appears out of washroom and shakes a mature adult white man's hand] Top of the day. How's it going? How you doin' there, sir? I'll be over there in a couple of hours. Don't worry about it. We got it all under control. [to Daryl] Hey, hey, smile, man. You look suspicious. That's what I'm talkin' about there too. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Loosen up the walk, too, man. You know what I mean? Put a little pep in the step. That's right. That's right. Take it back to the hood. It's all good in the hood. It's all goodǃ [to a mature adult white man] How's it going there, sir? I want you to check the numbers on the ticker tape and I'll get back to you at 7:00. [to Daryl] All right? Look, bro, just act black. That's all you gotta do. Daryl Chase: [attempting to mimic] Say, blood. What it is, jive turkey. Freddy Tiffany: Hey, hey, hey, bro... Daryl Chase: [grabs crotch at an attractive white woman] All right, mama. Freddy Tiffany: What's the last movie you seen, man? Car Wash? Man, you can kiss my ass. Car Wash was a good movie. FBI agent Elliot: Hey, Mr. Chase! In the blue suit! Mr. Chase! Freddy Tiffany: [getting accosted] Hey, hey, hey! What is your problem? Get your hands off of me, mister! FBI agent Elliot: All right, I'm sorry. We made a mistake. Freddy Tiffany: Of course you made a mistakeǃ And I demand an apology from the both of youǃ What is this all about?ǃ Why you puttin' your hands on me? NYPD officer: [into comm link] Did you say blue suit? Dispatch: Copy that. Train conductor: You'll love it. [Daryl silently slips past without showing ticket] How rude. Freddy Tiffany: I'm talking to you! FBI agent Elliot: Whoa! Whoa! Would you just get on the train?ǃ FBI agent Gradney: Just get on the trainǃ Freddiy Tiffany: Some kind of Feds, huh? FBI agent Gradney: We gotta goǃ Freddy Tiffany: I know my rights! What do you want?ǃ There's not gonna be any Rodney Kings going onǃ Daryl Chase: [holds up tooth cap] You know, most people who wear these are actually missing a tooth. Freddy Tiffany: I just liked the way it looked. Daryl Chase: You would. Freddy Tiffany: It look good on you, though, bro. It look good. Daryl Chase: [to train conductor] Hi. Just the man I'm looking for. I need two phone lines put in this room if I can. I need an Internet access on one, fax on the other, paper at every stop... New York Times... Freddy Tiffany: [mocking Daryl to Dolores the dog] He needs a fax, he needs a fax. [holds up cash wad to Dolores] I got all your money. Look at that, girl. Smell it. That's right. Can buy a whole lot of dog food with that. Whole lot of dog... You're a little cutie pie, you know that? Train conductor Vito: Those things are not included in the price of a ticket. Daryl Chase: All I need... is two phone lines in this room: One with Internet access... Train conductor: You're being rude, just like you were today to those two nuns. Daryl Chase: One with a fax. Freddy Tiffany: [appears behind Daryl] Making new friends, are we? Train conductor Vito: Good morning, sir. How are you? Having a nice trip? Freddy Tiffany: I'm having an excellent time. Look. Whatever my friend needs here, you put that on my tab. Train conductor Vito: You got it, sirǃ Whatever you say, you got itǃ Freddy Tiffany: What a gentleman. You gotta love him. Train conductor Vito: You were rude. Daryl Chase: [sits down] Racist asshole. Freddy Tiffany: Ah, you're gettin' a taste of your own medicine. Now you're startin' to find out it wasn't the brother in the suit... but it was the suit that was on the brother... that got you your so-called respect. Nice watch, ain't it? Daryl Chase: Yeah, uh, it's... it's real classy. Look, uh, Freddy, I appreciate everything you did helping me get on this train. And I ain't gonna forget it. But when we get to the next stop, we go our own separate ways. Your services are no longer required. Freddy Tiffany: Oh. Oh, well, ain't that a bitch. It's just like you rich people. When you get done using us downtrodden... hood recipients... you wanna kick us to the curb. Throw us to the wolves like some naked sheep. Daryl Chase: What the hell do naked sheep got to do with ghetto recipients, Freddy? What the hell are you talking about? Freddy Tiffany: I give you this much. You know, you probably went to some kind of accredited school, college and whatnot. Daryl Chase: Yeah, I went to Harvard. So what? Freddy Tiffany: Well, you know, I went to H.K. U... Hard Knock University. And that's what you gonna need to get out of this. They ain't gonna take no book smarts. Street smarts. Daryl Chase: I don't need you, Freddy. Freddy Tiffany: You saying you smarter than me? Daryl Chase: I'm saying I'm smarter than you. Freddy Tiffany: You smarter than me? Daryl Chase: I'm smarter than you. Freddy Tiffany: Your neurons are firing quicker than mine are. I got your Bulgari ring, your watch... your Italian suit that caresses me, oh, so well... and a phat wad of cash... that you said was two Gs... ah, in what used to be your inner pocket. [to Dolores] And I got all of that in less than ten seconds, girl. Did you hear her? Say it again, baby. Ten seconds. But you smarter than meǃ [exclaims laughing and takes off glasses] Come on. Let's burn some ants. We're gonna burn some bugs with these here. Freddy Tiffany: [Daryl appears to Freddy in the dining car] What are you doing here? Daryl Chase: Well, according to the two D cups on your watch, it's dinnertime. Freddy Tiffany: You got dinnertime money? [hysterically cackles] I'm just jokin'. I'm just jokin'. You know, your credit's good with me. Train conductor Vito: [appears with newspaper to Freddy] Excuse me, sir. Here's the paper you wanted. [Daryl takes paper] That's for him. Daryl Chase: Thanks, Guido. Train conductor Vito: It's Vito. Daryl Chase: Whatever. Train conductor Vito: [Freddy hands over dollar bill] Thank you, sir. Freddy Tiffany: Anytime now. Daryl Chase: Why don't you just bury your head in his ass? Freddy Tiffany: Let's see. One dinner... Dining car server: You gentlemen ready to order? Freddy Tiffany: Ah, yes, yes. I'm going to have... Let's see here. The prime rib, medium rare. And bring me some Grand Marnier over the rocks. That's the way we used to have it when I was in Harvard. Chauncey made the best ones. [cackles] Daryl Chase: I'm gonna have the yard bird burnt to a crisp. Now, I need you to spit on that with a little bit of hot Tabasco. And I'm gonna wash all that down with a 40 dog of Schlitz malt liquor. Dining car server: I'm sorry, sir. I don't believe we have Schlitz malt liquor. Daryl Chase: [outbursts] No Schlitz malt liquor?ǃ No Schlitz malt liquor?ǃ Well, ain't that some shit. How you gonna run a successful business... and you ain't got no Schlitz malt liquor? You ain't keepin' it realǃ You ain't representin' What you doin' up in here, boy?ǃ Uh, uh, uh, shitǃ Dining car server: I'll see what I can do, sir. [leaves] Daryl Chase: Yah do thatǃ Freddy Tiffany: Fresh-Prince-of-Bel-Air-looking mo... He do look like the father on the Fresh Prince. [cackles and fist bumps Daryl, then in hushed serious tone] Hey, uh, look, bro. We ain't gettin' nowhere by fightin'. Why don't you just talk to me? I mean, how bad can it be? It ain't like you murdered anybody. Man, what kind of shit are you into? Daryl Chase: Freddy, do you remember my assistant, Shari? You met her at the office. Freddy Tiffany: The one with that phat ass? Daryl Chase: Yes. Well, she's dead. Freddy Tiffany: I'm sorry, man. My bad. I'm sorry to hear that. Daryl Chase: I- I went to her apartment and, uh... I don't know what happened, man. These two cops wound up dead, and they think I did everything. Freddy Tiffany: What's up with the CIA, bitch? Dining car server: [hands over plates] Ah, here you go, gentlemen. Freddy Tiffany: Uh, thank you. You're a scholar and a gentleman. Compliments to the chef. Daryl Chase: How do you know about the CIA, Freddy? [hands over card] I, um... I can't really talk to you about this. Freddy Tiffany: Is that why we're on our way to Mexico? I happen to know Mexico like the back of my hand. I am internationally known. I done mischief everywhere. Puerto Rico, Colombia, Brazil... all them Mexican countries. Daryl Chase: [gestures with fork] That I believe. Freddy Tiffany: Well, since you're starting to believe me... we been watched for the last three states. Daryl Chase: Yeah, I'm sure. Freddy Tiffany: I'm serious as a heart attack. By Curly from the Globetrotters over your right shoulder. Don't look. It'd call attention to yourself. See, you need me more than you think. Dining car server: [presents bottle of Schlitz 45 malt liquor] '45 was a good year, sir. Daryl Chase: Yeah. Appreciate that. Daryl Chase: [pulls up to Mexican border checkpoint] Hey, what's happening, ese? Hotter than a Mexican whorehouse on nickel night with a $5 rebate, I hear. [pats Mexican border guard's chest] Mexican border guard: Mr. Funny Man, eh? And how long do you plan to honor us with your presence in Mexico? Daryl Chase: I'm just gonna be here a couple of days. But let me ask you somethin', now. Where them big-booty Mexican bitches be hangin' out? You know what I'm sayin'? Mexican border guard: Identification, por favor. Daryl Chase: Identification. No problem. No problem. You better alert the governor that Freddy Tiffany is in the house. Mexican border guard: Freddy Tiffany? Daryl Chase: Oh, no, no, no, no. That's internationally known Freddy Tiffany, fool. Mexican border guard: We'll alert the governor that Mr. Internationally Known has arrived. Daryl Chase: Internationally known. Mexican border guard: Just un segundito. Daryl Chase: Handcuff his ho when a nigga like me step up in the place. Tell you right now. Ain't that right, Delores? In, bitch. I'm gettin' tired of you. Tell you that right now. [sees a wanted poster of Freddy Tiffany for the murder of Governor Quintana, drives through gate with guards firing on him] Freddy Tiffany: [opens door in auto wreck yard tripping Daryl] Ooh, shit! [holds gun at Daryl] You wanna live, get in the car. You wanna die, get in the car. I know how to duck us into Mexico. [driving with Daryl] Think! Just think, Daryl! How is it I'm outside your apartment?ǃ How do I know where your office is, Daryl?ǃ How am I at the bottom of the escalators at Penn Station?ǃ Huh? I'm the FBI. Federal Bureau of Investigation. And the name is Fred Tiffany, by the way! Most highly decorated agent at the whole Bureau! But you wanna believe a drug dealer, McCready. If I wasn't a Christian... Delores, sit still, bitch. [referring to song onradio] Hey. Hey, that's one of those old-school hip-hop beats. That's like some Run D.M.C. Daryl Chase: That's more like Grandmaster Flash. Freddy Tiffany: No, no, no. That's definitely Run D.M.C. Man, listen to the grooves. Come on. What you know about hip-hop? Daryl Chase: You got that. You got that. Freddy Tiffany: Huh? This is "mus-ack. " Daryl Chase: Man, it's kind of phat, though. Freddy Tiffany: I like the little mariachi horns, man. Daryl Chase: Yeah, that's tight. That's tight. [Freddy pulls up to gas station and Daryl gets out] What you doin'? Leave that on. Freddy Tiffany: Oh, all right. You don't know nothin' about that music. Daryl Chase: What? Freddy Tiffany: Mus-ack. Definitely don't know nothin' about dancing to no mus-ack. Daryl Chase: Son, you better recognize, all right? I got skills. Freddy Tiffany: Skills? Daryl Chase: Serious skills. Freddy Tiffany: Oh, show me some of them skills, Mr. Wall Street Executive. Daryl Chase: Is that a challenge? Freddy Tiffany: Yes, that's a challenge. Daryl Chase: Hold this. [hands Freddy jacket] Why, sure. Daryl Chase: I'm D.C., boy. Freddy Tiffany: Well, let me check Chocolate City out. Daryl Chase: Dark chocolate. Freddy Tiffany: Free your mind, and your ass will follow. [Daryl does a dance routine] Freddy Tiffany: [enters motel room with gun at Daryl] Hang up the damn phone! You know, you like a piece of faeces with peanuts... a pain in my ass. Daryl Chase: I see you brought your little white girlfriend with you. Freddy Tiffany: Shut up! [throws phone set to floor] Probably been on the phone with McCready, huh? Probably told you I was on a 5150. Mm-mmm. It's a 1718. I don't even know what that is. [holds out device]You know what that is? What is it? Daryl Chase: A button? Freddy Tiffany: No. It's a transmitter. What is it? What is it? Daryl Chase: A pager. Freddy Tiffany: No. This is a tracking device. That's how I knew where you were every time you made a move! Why do you think I had us change clothes at Penn Station... under the auspices of being a criminal, mister? And the dog... Oh, the dog is the centre of this entire investigation. Oh, yeah. You didn't know that, did you? Daryl Chase: No. I was under the auspices that it was a tracking device. Freddy Tiffany: Shut upǃ Get up. You coming with me. Get up! Ooh, ooh, I'm sorry. Daryl Chase: You may want to hold on to that tracking device. That's all right. Freddy Tiffany: I can throw a bullet at you. Don't you go nowhereǃ [to Dolores the dog] You wait right thereǃ Baby, you keep guard, all right? Freddy Tiffany: [at motel bar] All right. Let me guess. Somebody tried to kill you. T.J. McCready miraculously shows up and shoots him. Daryl Chase: Yep. That's it. Freddy Tiffany: That's the oldest trick in the book, man. At the Bureau, we call it the double take. If you'd have looked twice, you'd have seen what really happened. Daryl Chase: So that didn't really happen? Freddy Tiffany: Nah. It's all smoke and mirrors. See, Thomas Chela is Minty Gutierrez. They're one in the same. The Gutierrez drug cartel ring a bell? He's the guy with the glass eye... floatin' all over his shit, kind of got that Sammy Davis thing happening, man. Daryl Chase: Hey, wait a minute. You mean Don Carlos Cola is a drug front? Freddy Tiffany: Exactly. Governor Quintana was working with the United States Government. I get the drop that somebody's tryin' to assassinate him... get there a couple of minutes late, get caught on camera inside his house. Thus the dilemma I find myself in at this particular junction. Daryl Chase: Man, you didn't even do this then. Freddy Tiffany: Hell, no. I didn't murder nobody, unfortunately. Governor Quintana, he was trying to slow the drug flow into the United States. I mean, how good is that for the kids? Daryl Chase: That's some serious shit, Freddy. Freddy Tiffany: Yeah. No shit. You're being framed. Exactly. By the same people that are trying to frame you. Daryl Chase: You FBI. You can go talk to them. They can clear me. They can clear you. Freddy Tiffany: No, no, no. This is my point exactly. The FBI has no jurisdiction in Mexico. I'm not even supposed to be playin' right now. This is some rogue shit. You lookin' at a rogue. Daryl Chase: Fred, I had... I had no idea. You a rogue. Freddy Tiffany: A rogue. Daryl Chase: Rogue. Freddy Tiffany: Don't patronize me, man. Daryl Chase: I'm sorry. My bad. You just a big rogue. I won't p-patronize you, you big rogue. [does dog howl catching attention of Federales officers with Freddy waving] All right. See you later, rogue. [gets up] Daryl Chase: [in motel room with renegade paramilitary FBI agents amassing] Freddy, when McCready gets here, this is all over. Will you calm down? Freddy Tiffany: Those are McCready's men out thereǃ Don't you get it?ǃ Daryl Chase: What are you doin'?ǃ Freddy Tiffany: Calling a strike team. Find the right goddam pen, have a strike team here in 30 seconds. Coming soon: The Black Rogue. Daryl Chase: "Dear Strike Team. It's me, Freddy. Send help soon. Signed, Rogue." [cackles] Freddy Tiffany: You ain't gonna think everything's so damn funny in just about a minute. Junior: [escorting Daryl at gunpoint with FBI agents firing onto motel] Come on, Tiffany! Daryl Chase: I am not Freddy Tiffany, I am not Freddy Tiffany! Junior: Hell, yes, you are! [getting into truck with Daryl] We got a border to cross! Daryl Chase: I'm Freddy Tiffany! I'm Freddy Tiffany! Get me out of here! Junior: You'd better be worth a lot of damn money; that's all I can sayǃ Daryl Chase: You mother... [punches Junior in shoulder] Junior: [pulls up to Mexican border checkpoint with all guards drawing guns] Hey, man, what's goin' on?ǃ Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's my meal ticket, there! Daryl Chase: I'm sorry about this mess, but I know you know where them big-booty bitches... Get off of me! Don't tell me to shut up! You don't know who I amǃ Junior: Put him back in here with Daddy. Mexican border guard: Now, listen, Mr. Funny Man. Enjoy your visit, huh? Junior: Okay. I'm going. Daryl Chase: Kiss my ass, Paco! ... Capt. Garcia: [Daryl being escorted into office of Capt. Garcia] Come in, Mr. Tiffany! Come in! Step into my office. Sit down. [holds out box] Have a cigar, Mr. Tiffany. Here, here. Go on, go on. Have a cigar. Here. Very good. Go ahead. Go ahead. Huh? You have no idea what it means to meet you, Mr. Tiffany. This is a great moment. Daryl Chase: I take it you and Governor Quintana weren't exactly friendly. Capt. Garcia: Oh, I loved Governor Quintana! He was a great man who was trying to make a difference. Oh, that is, of course, why he bought the farm, as you Americanos say. But he will always be held in the warmest place of my heart. Daryl Chase: Let me ask you something, Capitan. Capt. Garcia: What? Wh-What is that? Daryl Chase: You all smiling at me like I'm Regis and I got a million dollars. [Garcia and officers laugh] Capt. Garcia: Very funny. Daryl Chase: What's up with that? Capt. Garcia: That is because there will be promotions for all of us. You know... the men who captured you. [laughs] Daryl Chase: Well, before you boys break out the pinatas and start drinkin' tequila... I'd like to make my phone call. Capt. Garcia: Huh? Daryl Chase: My phone call. To T.J. McCready with the CIA. I think he'll explain who I really am. Capt. Garcia: A phone call? You want to make a phone call? Daryl Chase: Si. Capt. Garcia: [breaks out laughing with all officers laughing] He wants to make a phone call! This is not America, my friend. You do not get a phone call. Next, you will be wanting us to call Johnnie Cochran, huh?ǃ [Garcia and officers laugh and Daryl places FBI badge onto desk] Wh-What is this? Daryl Chase: I'm not Freddy Tiffany. Capt. Garcia: What? Daryl Chase: I'm Daryl Chase. Looks like Foghorn Leghorn over here screwed up. I say... I say, ain't that right, boy? Capt. Garcia: [walks up to Junior] What is the meaning of all of this? Junior: Now, hold on. Just wait a second hereǃ Let me thinkǃ Capt. Garcia: You realize I can bring you up on charges for trying to trick me? Junior: Now, wait a goddam minuteǃ Capt. Garcia: Huh? [officer announces] What? Really? [to Junior] Well, we shall see. [to Daryl] There is somebody here to see you. Daryl Chase: Me? Capt. Garcia: Mm-hmm. Daryl Chase: Who? Capt. Garcia: Your senorita. Federico. Daryl Chase: Wait. I know you, right? Maque Sanchez: You know me?ǃ You know me? Well, I should hope so that you know me. Daryl Chase: Look, I don't know what's with the accent, but we met at the La Perla party. Maque Sanchez: No, we did not meet at La Perlaǃ We met at the other place. You know what I'm talking aboutǃ Daryl Chase: I'm Daryl Chase. Maque Sanchez: You are not Daryl Chase! You are Federico! Daryl Chase: No, no. No, see, I'm Dar... We met at the La Perla partyǃ Remember?ǃ [to Garcia] I don't know her. Capt. Garcia: Well, you... you just said you did. Daryl Chase: Okay. We met at a party... I met her, but I don't, you know, know her, you know, in the biblical, like she... Maque Sanchez: You know me! You know me mucho times, okay? Mucho times. Daryl Chase: I don't know this girl. Capt. Garcia: Why? Why are you doing this to her? Daryl Chase: Look. I don't know... what greasy, grubby nigga she been laying up in the bed withǃ I ain't got nothin' to do with thisǃ Capt. Garcia: That is not a very nice thing to say. Daryl Chase: I'm not lyin'! I do not know her! Captain... I never talked to this "macarena" girl! Maque Sanchez: [being escorted out] I love you, Freddy! Junior: This a bad time to talk about that reward? Freddy Tiffany: [driving to river] Don't worry about a thing, girl. 'Cause when we get to Mexico, I'm a Mexican and you a chihuahua. So you gotta learn how to habla Espanol when we get there, you know. [sees Mexicans crossing river] Hey, girl. Look at this: An invasion of Texas. Hey, y'all have a good time in America! And my name is Paco if anybody asks. Bark in Spanish. Well, that was good, girl. Sure you ain't got no chihuahua in you? I mean, how hard can this be? On our way to Mexico. [drives into river] Oh, hell, yeah. We cruisin', baby. Look at that. Yeah, this is good. [vehicle sinks into river] Oh, shh... [surfaces] Shit! Delores! Delores! I see you, baby! Here I come! Hang in there, girl. [gets dog from Mexicans] Ah. Ah, I told you Daddy'd be here. Ai-yai-yai. It's my baby. Thank you. Thank you. 'Preciate it. 'Preciate it. Mexicans : [Mexicans point to Mexican side of river] No, no... Freddy Tiffany: No, no... Black man going to Mexicoǃ Y'all can go to Compton. I'm going to Mexico! Look, over that way! No! None of thisǃ Me and the dog can take all of y'all. Come onǃ Bring it on! Watch it, baby. Bite 'em! Who you missin' with?ǃ All of yah, noǃ Look outǃ [U.S. border patrol guard fires shotgun] Timothy Jarrett McCready: [greeting Daryl in station cell] Hello, Mr. Chase. I trust you had a pleasant trip. Daryl Chase: You have no idea. Daryl Chase: Freddy? Freddy Tiffany: Yeah, it's me. [Daryl hugs Freddy] Hey, hey, hey. It's gonna be all right. All right? I'll get you through this. Daryl Chase: I thought you was crazy. Freddy Tiffany: Hey, hey, hey, look. We gotta get the hell out of here. Daryl Chase: I know. I gotta get to New York. McCready's dirty like you said. Martinez left Chloe. I don't know if she's dead. Freddy Tiffany: Look, look, look. She's gonna be fine. Chloe's going to be fine. Remember my partners Norville and Gradney? Daryl Chase: Partners? Wait, wait, wait. The drug dealers? Freddy Tiffany: They're FBI agents. They've been down with me the whole time. It's a covert operation. Let's get the hell out of here before we end up with bullets in our head. [FBI Agent Gradney shoots Agent Elliot in the head and drives away, and Freddy opens fire] Oh, shit! Down, bitch! Daryl Chase: Do I look like I'm goddam moving? Freddy Tiffany: I'm talking to the goddam dog! Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: [at residence viewing CCTV monitor of a figure in driveway] Who is that? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Oh, you're gonna like this. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: Oh, yeah? What am I gonna like about this? Timothy Jarrett McCready: The new guy, bought and paid for. Send him up, Minty. Send him up. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: I can't begin to tell you how you guys have screwed things up for me. You are a bunch of stupid, incompetent jackasses... who don't know how to do a simple jobǃ And you... If you are any indication of the efficiency... of the Central Intelligence Agency, let me tell you, my friend: Your government is in deep water. Timothy Jarrett McCready: Minty, in every operation there are a couple of snags. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: You go off like a loose cannon, kill Governor Quintana... get bit by his dog and have the stupidity to leave it behind... connecting you to the crimes and me as wellǃ And you call that "snags"?ǃ [steps over to an agent] And you... You assured me that my money was safe... safe from prying eyes. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: Well, Minty, it was, until you transferred $ 106 million... into your account in a single day. Daryl would've had to be dead not to catch it. Timothy Jarrett McCready: See, Minty? A snag. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: Minty, I will handle your accounts personally if things get any worse. Timothy Jarrett McCready: And exactly how much worse are they supposed to get? Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: I can handle Daryl. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: That time is all passed now. [points to chest] I am going to take care of Daryl myself, my way. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: Oh, hey, I don't like the sound of that. Timothy Jarrett McCready: That is music to my ears. Maque Sanchez: [approaches] Gentlemen. Hi, baby. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: [kisses her] Come here. [FBI agents appear with Delores the dog] Timothy Jarrett McCready: What happened to you? FBI Agent Gradney: Stinkin' mutt bit meǃ Timothy Jarrett McCready: Damn thing's bitin' everybody, right? Yeah. That little furball has got sharp teethǃ [chuckles] Minty, I'd like for you to meet Agent Gradney, FBI. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: Let me guess, huh? You... You want a piece of the action, hmm? FBI Agent Gradney: I'm worth it. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: Yeah? Show me how you're worth it. FBI Agent Gradney: Well, why don't we ask Maque here. [draws gun] Isn't that right, sweet thing? Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: [holds up hand] Hey. Wh-Wh-What do you think that you're doing, huh? FBI Agent Gradney: She's Tiffany's partner. Always has been. She was a plant from the beginning. Now, that bite mark's the only thing that connects you to this murder. We make sweet thing disappear here, along with that stinkin' mutt... FBI doesn't have much of a case, now, do they? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Whoa. You are better than I thought. Freddy Tiffany: [pulls up to Minty's residence] Damn! Elliot was a good man... and there wasn't too many good men at the Bureau. They put me on a 5150 because I give a damn. Daryl Chase: I'm sorry about your friend, man. Freddy Tiffany: There's somebody special in ther. I want to get out. [holds up gun] It's payback time. Timothy Jarrett McCready: [at residence viewing CCTV monitor of Freddy in driveway] No wonder the Bureau kicked him out. Freddy Tiffany: [being escorted by goons] Hey, hey, hey. Watch it. Slow! I am Freddy Tiffany, FBI! Timothy Jarrett McCready: Oh, look at that fool. Lookie here. Lookie here. Freddy Tiffany: Keep your hands off me! You know damn well you got orders not to shoot. You know what's goin' down? I'm going to arrest all you crackersǃ You can believe that and then someǃ FBI Agent Gradney: [to Daryl with back to Gradney] Hey, Tiffany. Freddy Tiffany: What?ǃ FBI Agent Gradney: I think you forgot about me. [Daryl turns around] Freddy Tiffany: [appears behind Gradney with gun drawn at Gradney's back] No, I didn't. Maque Sanchez: [draws gun at Timothy] Freeze! Freezeǃ Freddy Tiffany: [to Gradney] You, I'm just going to kill. Maque Sanchez: [to FBI Agent Martinez] Martinez, drop your gun. Daryl Chase: [to Martinez] Drop itǃ Freddy Tiffany: You all right, baby? Maque Sanchez: I'm better now. Freddy Tiffany: [to Gradney] Get your ass over thereǃ You, Jones! Get your bitch ass over there! [throws Daryl a gun] Daryl, handle your businessǃ Maque Sanchez: [hands over gun] Here, sweetie. Freddy Tiffany: Thank you, baby. You know how I like silver guns. Daryl Chase: T.J., where is Chloe? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Banker boy, how do you plan on gettin' out of here? Daryl Chase: Your life is worth less than a Mexican food stamp right now. I'm going to ask you again. Where is Chloe? Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: Eh, Mr. Chase, Chloe is in perfect health. If you don't believe me, take a look out that window. See for yourself. Freddy Tiffany: Please. Daryl Chase: Thomas... if I don't like what I see, you're all dead men. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: Daryl, this is not like you. Freddy Tiffany: I think the brother means business. Put your hands where I can see 'em! Chloe: [waves from pool side] Hey, baby! Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: Well, what did you expect, huh? Your girlfriend in chains and shackled in a deep, dark wine cellar, huh? We are all civilized here, Mr. Chase. Freddy Tiffany: What about Governor Quintana? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Unfortunately... Quintana didn't want to be part of our happy little family. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: That's why I'm sure you both will be more cooperative than he was. Daryl Chase: More cooperative? C.A., you piece of shit. You were like a father to me. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: [walks over in a paternal tone] Well, you're still like a son to me, Daryl. That's why all of this can be resolved very simply and cleanly. Daryl Chase: C.A., shut up. Freddy Tiffany: Hey, uh, Minty. I got a question. How is it you can afford the CIA, a banker from Wall Street... but you can't seem to buy a better eye... than that marble you got rollin' around in your skull? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Oh, you got some balls, Tiffany. Freddy Tiffany: That's what your mama said. [spits aside] Timothy Jarrett McCready: Okay, Minty. Enough of this cops-and-robbers bullshit. Call in the guns. Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: I'm afraid I can't do that. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: I beg your pardon? Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: I have always known... that Maque Sanchez was with the FBI. God, Charles, I have got well over $600 million... in your American banks right now, which your government has frozen. The only chance I have of ever recovering any of my money... is to turn all of you over to the Justice Department... which Mr. Tiffany and Miss Sanchez happen to be members of. Charles 'C.A.' Allsworth: My God. You set me up. That's why you made that goddam deposit. You started all of thisǃ Freddy Tiffany: Ah, that's rightǃ And you clowns just confessed to everything we needǃ Thomas Chela/Minty Gutierrez: Considering the caliber of your work... you are all lucky to be able to walk out of here with your lives. Daryl Chase: Betrayal. Ain't it a bitch? Timothy Jarrett McCready: Now, let me show you how a shooter never, ever missesǃ [Dolores bites Timothy on leg and he shoots himself in the foot, and then tumbles down stairs shooting himself] Freddy Tiffany: He wasn't lying. He didn't miss once. Freddy Tiffany: [to Charles being led way in handcuffs] They're going to hang a sign over your cell: "Over one billion served." Shari: Hello, Daryl. Daryl Chase: Chloe. [Shari takes off helmet] Shari? Shari: Sorry, Daryl. We had to get you out of New York. It was our only way to flush out T.J. McCready... and connect him with Charles Allsworth and Gutierrez. Daryl Chase: So they're... they're with... Shari: They're all with me. Freddy Tiffany: Just one big, happy FBI family. Daryl Chase: I trusted you, and you... you used me. Shari: We did what we had to to save your life. Daryl, baby, it's over, all right? And we're safe. Daryl Chase: Can I hug an FBI agent? Shari: No. But you can hug a friend. Daryl Chase: That'll work. [they hug] External links tt0238948 Category:2001 English-language films Category:Buddy action films Category:American gangster films Category:American action thriller films Category:Crime thriller films Category:2001 American films Category:American drama films Category:Conspiracy films Category:Films set in New York City Category:Films set in Mexico Category:Films directed by George Gallo