The Delta Factor

SIREN BLARES

TYRES SCREECH

SIREN CONTINUES

SIREN CONTINUES

KNOCKING ON DOOR

No, you can't come in.

SNORING

Could you get out and close the door?

Isn't he conscious yet?

I don't care who sent you up here from Washington, Ames,

this is my patient.

He's not your patient...

he's Morgan.

And this time... he's staying in custody.

He already broke out of your maximum-security prison.

Do you think that'll do any good?

Mmm, that...and us.

You know, you look better when I don't see you too well, Ames.

Could be you'll see me through the bars for 27 more years, buddy boy.

You my doctor?

Yes. What the hell's the problem?

Subdural haematoma, Mr Morgan. There's temporary damage to the optic nerve.

Be on your feet in about three weeks

and then right back in a cell with five years added for the bust-out.

So, you ought to be boozing it up and bangin' the broads in, say, well...

about 1995. You want to bet on it?!

Damn right.

40 million bucks.

Leave us alone, doc.

There are certain things... I said "alone", doc.

Ames...I hope I'm on duty when they bring you in

after a little old lady has inserted her umbrella where it belongs.

I said "40 million bucks", Morgan.

I said it on the stand and I'll tell you while I'm flat on my back.

I didn't know a damn thing about that currency shipment...

until I saw it on TV.

Everything about that operation said "Morgan", like a Swiss watch.

Morgan to plan it, Morgan's old buddy Sal Dekker for the muscle.

Everything you presented was circumstantial. You haven't found ten bucks of that dough.

160,000 showed up in Miami banks a week after your bust-out.

No shit. Where'd ya fence it, Morgan? Brazil? Nueva Cadiz?

You know, if it was me, or Sal Dekker, I'd take a shot at Nueva Cadiz.

Nice little island, nice new government.

You can do anything you want as long as they get a cut.

Only 100 miles from Miami.

Yeah, if I had a bundle in the millions,

I'd fence it in Nueva Cadiz.

How'd you like to take a trip to Nueva Cadiz, buddy boy?

Must be the pills are shootin' me, but you just lost me, "buddy boy".

We'll make you a trade.

The government's damned interested in Nueva Cadiz, too. Oh, not for the money.

You remember an old political character named Victor Sable?

Oh, the one the military executed or something?

They had him under house arrest. Then they stuck him in Rose Castle -

the roughest prison in the Caribbean.

So? Washington wants to know if he's alive,

and if he is, they want him out...

alive.

Look at it this way, Morgan.

Instead of you busting out of the toughest boxes in the world,

we want you to bust in.

Oh, man, you gotta be kidding, Ames.

20 years off your sentence.

Tell Washington I don't like the odds.

I always said you were chicken, Morgan.

All your guts are in your ass!

All right, Ames...

I hope they send you along as my chaperone.

It'll be a lot more interesting that way.

Matter of fact, no chance.

The old man's got it set up so that Stacy gets the assignment.

You ever...run into Stacy?

Not yet.

But, you know, it might be interesting. I've, er...

I've never shacked up with a government agent before.

SIREN BLARES

If I'd known you were still hungry, I...

Well, we could have stayed where we were.

Well, you remember, I've been on a diet for three years and...

I don't want to overdo it right away.

Well, have a drink and then...overdo.

Join me? Natch.

Holy Toledo!

I've never seen him here before. Is he Valerie's.

If you hadn't spent your whole life in Nashville, you'd know Morgan.

My God! My first month in New York and I'm in the same room with Morgan!

And he IS Valerie's, but there's enough to go around.

You're not gonna take them up on that?

Morgan, we can get out of the country.

I've got tickets on a flight to...

Hell, yes, I'm gonna take him up on it. I want to go to Nueva Cadiz.

For Victor whathisname?

What the devil does he mean to you or anybody else?

If some of that money showed up...the rest is someplace around.

It's gotta be on that damn island.

Whoever did take that money will think I'm there to track it down,

and, one way or the other,

they're gonna crawl out of the woodwork.

Valerie.

Sorry. Mr J, do you know what he's got in mind?

Darling, whatever Mr J has in mind is what we're here for.

Really?!

I'd better get you out of here, so the kids can keep their minds on their work.

Whatever Valerie's kids are famous for...

..it's not their minds.

How tall are you, anyway?

With heels?

With anybody.

Oh, I'm big enough. No complaints yet.

Guaranteed?

Um...what kind of guarantee would you like?

Six months or 20,000 miles of comfortable riding?

Who is this Stacy they got to bird-dog you?

Sorry, darling, but I, er...never married her before.

You've got to marry her?! Wow! That's a switch!

It has something to do with the cover story they set up.

Qu'est-ce-que voulez-vous, Monsieur?

Une plume de ma tante, s'il vous plait.

WOMAN SPEAKS CHINESE

So, this damned sales girl kept saying,

"No, madame. Madame would definitely take a size 38C.

"Madame's size IS 38."

So, I finally said to her, "Hey, baby, just whose are they, anyway?"

Morgan, you're terrible.

That's not what you said this afternoon. Well, this afternoon you WEREN'T terrible.

Why don't you come down to Nueva Cadiz in about a month?

We'd have about 40 million laughs.

I don't want to think about it. I'll...

I'll worry about you all the time you're there.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'll... I'll worry, too.

WOLF WHISTLE

I'm a son of a bitch!

I'm Kimberley Stacy.

State Department. Special Agent.

So, you're the monster.

Sorry, I, er... didn't hear you come in.

You know, you cost me 20 bucks. I was stupid enough to make a bet you wouldn't come back.

Why did you, Morgan? Uh... Curiosity.

Oh, that's not good enough. I know that reduced sentence doesn't mean a thing to you.

No.

Why, I mean, you never seriously considered serving it, did you?

Not if I can help it. But I was curious...

curious what was happening in Nueva Cadiz...

and curious about the child bride they've sentenced me to.

By the way,

when does this consummation take place -

before or after our elopement?

When I take a man for keeps, I'LL do the choosing.

Thank you.

Any time!

You would have to have only one damn name!

I'm sorry about that, but, you see, I am a bastard.

What next, genius?

Well, I thought we'd whip down to the Florida Keys, register in a motel and...

you know, get some sleep.

It's an old, old custom, sweetheart.

Bull!

Why don't you, er, take a swim or, er, something?

Art Keefer, please.

Art? ..Yeah, we're here. Moored.

What?

What?!

All right.

I'll see you later.

Just great(!) Just great(!)

Your Federal pals spread the word on our arrival.

Those stupid sons of... I wouldn't, er, underestimate them, Morgan.

I think they've arranged all this pretty well so far.

Oh, you mean the marriage? That was good thinking.

Non-consummation is, er... good grounds for annulment.

Except they forgot one thing.

There's no law against a man raping his own wife.

Forget it, Morgan.

You know, er...one day you're gonna pull that

and I'm gonna have to take it away from you.

And you know what I'm gonna do with it?

What?

Well, on, er...second thoughts, I think it's a physical impossibility.

Hey!

How are you, jailbird? In and out.

How did you do it?

Would you believe rubber bars? KEEFER WHISTLES

Man, check that one out.

That one...is my wife.

Kim Stac... Mrs Morgan, meet Art Keefer.

Don't bother. How do you do, ma'am?

At least you get a bonus.

How much does she know?

Everything. You are crazy, buddy.

Oh, I like it like that. You shove off from Raymond's at 0600.

Uh-huh. Er, where's my contact?

The Orino Bar. Our old barracks song'll be the recognition gimmick.

Any heavies in the act?

Two, Russo Sabine, who's hatchet man for Carlos Ortega.

How's it look? Well, right now, all his way, but you'll be a 40-million-times welcome addition.

Fat chance he's got. I'm working on a government budget,

stashed in a Miami bank under a phony name - MA Winters.

For you, one way or the other, Uncle Whiskers always picks up the tab.

Some guys just got it.

See ya. Take care, buddy.