1:05:02
Cover 'em all.
Wait. Those were bullet holes in Mr. Halloran's painting.
1:05:05
What?
What are you talking about?
1:05:08
I'm privately restoring a painting for Mr. Halloran.
That's how we met.
1:05:12
- Oh, my God, it was a Russian painting.
- He's been to your apartment?
1:05:16
Why, you think my roommates are in danger?
1:05:20
Oh, crap.
1:05:34
It's 3:00 in the afternoon.
Waiting list does not begin for another five hours.
1:05:42
Okay, maybe you can jump the list.
1:05:51
Stay here.
1:05:55
F.B.I.! Freeze!
1:05:58
Put your hands on your head.
Not you, girls. Him.
1:06:04
Hamlet, stay.
Hamlet, no!
1:06:16
Oh, these handcuffs are too tight.
1:06:26
Okay, would somebody friendly please
tell me what is going on?
1:06:29
- Jim's an undercover F.B.I. agent.
- No, he not.
1:06:32
Everybody knows he's Jim Winston.
1:06:36
Oh, my God. Jim Winston isn't even your real name.
1:06:41
I slept with a man, and I don't even know his real name.
1:06:45
- Okay, so what's your real name?
- It's, uh, Smoot.
1:06:48
- Bob Smoot.
- "Bob Smoot."
1:06:51
- Hi.
- I'm gonna die handcuffed next to a guy named Bob Smoot?
1:06:55
I can't die here.
This place is full of ugly dresses.
1:06:59
Jim or Bob or whateveryour name is,