"Jeg finder mig nemlig ikke
i noget pis..."
Ikke en lyd.
Og smid riflen.
Hvordan fandt du os?
Hvis jeg skåner dig, er det ikke,
fordi NASA ikke kan undvære dig.
Jeg fandt adressen i din frakke.
Mellem adressen på en stripteasebar
og en tegning af en mands penis.
Det er en and, ikke en pik.
Hvem er ham,
hun er sammen med?
Hendes gamle kæreste.
Han hedder Luke.
Gamle kæreste?
Hun har aldrig været forlovet.
Jeg har lige talt med hende om det.
Hun ved, hvordan han tisser.
- Han er god nok.
- Gamle kæreste.
- Hvorfor tror hun det?
- Vi fandt et brev med hendes skrift.
- Et brev?
- Er du William Shatner?
- Rolig. Det var til hendes onkel...
- Max?

He knows just what to do
'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker
Stay quiet
and drop the rifle.
How'd you find us?
There may be many reasons
not to kill you,
but among them is not
that you'll be missed by NASA.
I found the address
in your coat.
Here.
Between the address
of a topless bar
and the picture of what looks
like a man's penis.
That's a duck, not a dick.
The man she's with. Who is he?
He's a former fianc.
His name's Luke.
Former fianc?
That's ridiculous!
She was never engaged.
For Christ's sake, I just went
through this with her.
She knows how the man pees.
Look at him. He's cool.
A former fianc.
Why on earth
would she think that?
We found a note that's
in her handwriting.
She saw a note?
Who are you, William Shatner?
Calm down. A note to her uncle.