Night Eyes 2

Intruder alert... zone three.

Intruder alert... zone three.

Drop whatever you've got and turn around slowly.

Careful, officer. It's just a camera.

Would you mind if I simply lay it down over here?

Don't!

Bloody hell!

I gave you fair warning. You should have listened.

A security guard.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Police arrested a foreign national suspect...

on charges of industrial espionage,

in a pre-dawn shooting.

Yeah!

Oh... oh!

Goddammit, Jesse!

Nothin' more stupid than pointing a gun with

no intention of using it.

I could've blown your ass away!

All I did was liberate the last of your beer, homeboy.

I hate it when you call me homeboy!

- You're a day early. - Bitch and moan. Bitch and moan.

- It's good to see you anyway, asshole. - You too!

Now that you have that male bonding out of the way,

what do I have to do to get a cup of coffee?

Lisa, do me a favor and take the car to the airport.

- Uh, I'm Will. - Nice to meet you.

- Gonna give me a call soon? - Yeah, next week.

Bye.

They really do try harder.

I've got something for you.

You mean that she and I--

Hey, man, I'm the security business.

Oh, my goodness.

May want to keep that for a souvenir.

No, you hang onto it. You might learn something.

She had one other good idea. How about some coffee?

- How about breakfast? - Even better.

And you! You're fired, Butch.

I could get used to this lifestyle in a minute.

It's just low maintenance.

Your life isn't so bad.

It wasn't bad.

I was working my way to the top in the military.

Now I gotta start right back at the bottom again.

Damn, man!

- What'd you do to this coffee? - Cajun recipe.

Chicory, raw egg, and the shells.

Bayou expresso.

That foul stuff you used to make in the air force?

Don't go bustin' my coffee.

Not when we're about to become partners again.

What do you mean?

I taught you everything you know.

You taught me some things,

but you sure didn't teach me everything.

I got my savings, Pension.

How about letting me buy into this operation?

Get outta here!

Why not? We could even talk about Franchise.

The last thing I need is a partner.

I've got everything the way I want it.

- Partners only complicate things. - Complicate?

I was looking to complement that's how it works with friends.

Where're you goin'?

I'm going to change those nasty sheets, and try and sleep.

What's got you would up so tight?

Look, don't push it.

That's how it works with friends.

Certainly, certainly. Yes, I agree.

Yes, as soon as I have officially opened the consulate.

And thank you. Goodbye.

That, my dear,

was none other than Herman Talbot of the state department.

He wanted to be the first...

to officially welcome us to the United States.

This is my old neighborhood. I used to live over that hill.

I think it would be a good idea if we were to invite him to dinner.

I should take you up to Mulholland.

We used to go make out up there.

Yes, that will be...

my first official act as consul general.

Marilyn.

Luis? Hector.

I want you to call Talbot's secretary.

I want to know the name of his favorite restaurant.

Let's go to the house. Ready?

Once I'm inside the house, you can follow.

It's me they're after. I'll cover for you.

The gun jammed. I just got it to work.

We've been in this country two hours, and someone's shooting at us.

- I'm sorry. - Where is Luis? Why isn't he here?

How could they have followed us here?

Luis.

You can put it away.

He's dead.

Would you mind telling me...

how you managed to get this into the country?

Diplomatic pouch.

These security procedures were approved by Herman Talbot.

You can confirm this with him.

That's T-a-l-b-o-t?

He'll want to know why you're wasting your time

investigating my people...

instead of the terrorists of my country.

The fact that your chief of security killed our suspect...

doesn't give us a lot to go on.

What are you gonna do about protecting us?

I've made arrangements for men to patrol the street,

and I will put a couple men at the front gate.

What's gonna stop them from coming over the back wall?

If that's a genuine concern of yours,

I would suggest you get some kind of security system.

- What do you suggest? - That's not something my department does.

But I have a friend who's a specialist.

I'll take his name.

We have Luis. His people will be here next week.

- We don't want outsiders. - Next week will be too late, Hector!

That's how you reach him.

I do not want our house...

looking as though we're under a siege.

Make sure we're protected as soon as possible, or I'm leaving!

Marilyn, please.

You run a nice, tight operation out of here.

Of course, this place would never pass a white-glove inspection.

Would you lighten up? You're a civilian now.

Don't remind me.

It's all turned around here in the real world.

Nobody lookin' out for you but-- Ooh!

Where'd this clown learn how to drive?

Nine-millimeter. Gravity drop shoulder holster.

I taught you well. Be careful with this guy.

Senor Griffith? I'm Luis Perez,

Aide to Consul General Hector Mejenes.

A policeman, Sgt. Turner, recommendede you to us.

I'm sorry, but I'm taking a little time off.

- This is an emergency. What kind of emergency?

- Just a minute. - Let's hear what the man has to say.

It would require a full complement of surveillance equipment,

an alarm system, and briefing my personnel when they arrive.

Piece of cake. Tell him we'll do it.

Uh... would you excuse us just a minute?

Why are you pushing me into this?

Will, let me have my shot.

A gig like this would put me back on track.

All right.

You just remember, I run the show.

Gives you something to do besides bringing

stranger women into my house,

stealing my beer, ruining my dog.

Mr. Perez, I think we can talk.

It's a pleasure.

- You'll be using the servants' quarters. - You got it.

- Servants' quarters? - You wanted the job.

If it weren't for you, I'd be out of here.

Off in a beautiful mountain stream,

reeling in the biggest trout you've ever seen.

Bitch and moan, bitch and moan.

You think this is my whole life? Uh-uh.

Got some land up north. Building a place.

When we're finished with this, invite me up there to see it.

I don't know. It's kind of quiet for you.

No noise, no traffic, no women.

Maybe not.

Thank you for attending to our crisis on such short notice.

I am Counsul General Hector Mejense.

- Will Griffith, Night Eyes Security. - And?

- My new associate, Jesse Younger. - Nice to meet you.

We worked in the air force, special investigations office.

Your head of security explained that there was an attack here.

Yes, and thanks to Luis,

my wife and I are lucky to be alive.

Nevertheless, we have decided to have...

a security system installed throughout our house.

But no uniforms and no visible weapons.

Luis has a plan for you to follow.

We'll cover all the doors and windows,

but I'd also like to install interior traps:

ultrasonic motion detectors, pressure pads,

maybe even some exterior infrared beams.

This will go along with video surveillance,

and I can also offer you 24-hour audio monitoring.

Absolutely not! I do not want consulate business recorded.

I understand.

All the other equipment, that will be sufficient.

Don't worry.

We'll rig a system as tight as your--

By tomorrow afternoon, everybody will be breathing easier.

Let's go.

Here would be good.

Maybe another one over there by the door.

Are you sure Mr. Mejenes wants a camera in his bedroom?

Every room. No exceptions.

Whatever you say.

Do you always sneak up on people like that?

I tried to get your attention, but the music was too loud.

- You are? - Will Griffith.

- The one Sgt. Turner recommended? - Right.

Give me a minute to install this camera, I'll be out of your way.