The Rock

CARLA: Don't stop... do no stop.

GOODSPEED: Shit, shit, shit what time is it. Hello. I'll be downstairs in ten minutes.

GOODSPEED: Stick with Carla.

CARLA: Okay. How 'bout Carla Goodspeed? Six years, Bill. We've lived together six years.

GOODSPEED: Could we change the subject?

CARLA: That record company.in Nashville wants to hear my demo tape.

GOODSPEED: Hey! Now there's some good news.

CARLA: You think I'm too... ethnic for country music?

GOODSPEED: Carla Pestalozzi? No. Definitely not. You could have posed for the Mona= Lisa. Sophia Loren looks Swedish next to you.

GOODSPEED: Not really.

CARLA: You know how I feel about what you do.

GOODSPEED: Had a close one.

CARLA: You want to talk about it?

GOODSPEED: Just come and get me, sir. I'm tired.

SANCHEZ: Name your vacation spot, Goodspeed. The Bureau'll pay for it.

GOODSPEED: He's got a gun, sir.

SANCHEZ: What do you have, a FUCKING WATER PISTOL? Get him back!

GOODSPEED: He says he's leaving the island sir.

SANCHEZ: Don't let him do that.

GOODSPEED: It's me sir.

SANCHEZ: What is happening? Where's Mason?

SANCHEZ: Spit it out.

GOODSPEED: MY girlfriend's pregnant.

GOODSPEED: Thank you.

SANCHEZ: You're not wimping out on us, Goodspeed.

GOODSPEED: I join the F.B.I. I ask for fieldwork. They say, "Bill, you're too fucking= smart for field work." Every year I put in for a transfer and every year I= sit in that goddamn lab like the fucking Maytag repairman in the= commercial. Then the call finally comes, and it's a whole fuckin, city at= stake? Oh Jesus...

SANCHEZ: Maybe. Not really.

GOODSPEED: Archbishop of Canterbury. Imprisoned and executed by Henry the Second ...

SANCHEZ: No.

GOODSPEED: Ancient Greece. Alchimadus was imprisoned by his king.

MASON: St. Michael's Church, Fort Walton, Kansas. Front pew. Right leg. = Hollow.

GOODSPEED: What's that? Mason?

GOODSPEED: God's speed.

MASON: Yes. To wish someone a prosperous jouey.

GOODSPEED: Mason, uhm, John, I have something to tell you. You know that pardon= contract you signed?

MASON: Womack ripped it up, right?

GOODSPEED: You knew? All this time?

MASON: I'm not a fool, Billy.

GOODSPEED: All I know is that whatever you did, you don't deserve to go back.

GOODSPEED: Partners?

MASON: Partners.

MASON: Surprise, surprise.

GOODSPEED: I'm not a field agent, all right? So cut me a break.

MASON: An F.B.I. Man asking me for a break. How droll.

MASON: You referring to your intellect, Goodspeed? Or another portion of your= anatomy ....

GOODSPEED: The cell, Mason.

GOODSPEED: Mason. Mason?

MASON: It's about time.

GOODSPEED: Wait.

MASON: Find the rockets. If they're guarded, kill the men guarding them.

GOODSPEED: What are you doing?

MASON: Now they only have three rockets left.

GOODSPEED: I'll go.

MASON: Wrong.

GOODSPEED: What, vou?

MASON: I'm not the chemical weapons expert.

MASON: Limp dick?

GOODSPEED: It's all I could think of.

GOODSPEED: I.don't get it. You're going to help me?

MASON: No. I'm going to give you dancing lessons. What the fuck do you think?

GOODSPEED: Don't shoot me. Mason was actually slinging it over his shoulder...

MASON: For christ's sake. Mason trudges down the tu=3Del. Goodspeed follows him.

GOODSPEED: Wait. Where're you going?

GOODSPEED: Motor oil?

MASON: For cottonmouth. Goodspeed and the S.E.A.L.s exchange looks.

MASON: John Mason. ' Don't be shocked. I don't have much time. Please listen carefully ....

GOODSPEED: Where is he sir? RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. What's he doing? HE'S ON THE= PHONE. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, HIS STOCKBROKER! Oh shit. Gotta go.

GOODSPEED: I don't understand....

MASON: During the time I cooperate, will I be outside? Outside a jail?

GOODSPEED: Well yes I suppose ...

MASON: You suppose?

GOODSPEED: Yes. You'll be outside.

MASON: What do you do for the F.B.I., Goodspeed.

GOODSPEED: I'm a field agent.

MASON: Tell me what you really do.