Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tate, Franklin Tate. Mean anything to you?
Let me show you to your office.
I can't take you in there with me!
That's the guy you're looking for, right? Michael Wrye?
Right. That's him. Good old Mikey, the contract killer.
-I didn't make any promises to him. -We promised to find his son.
...felonious assault, felonious with no salt.
There's just one thing that I didn't tell you.
No, I suppose not.
Have you ever had a client?
The Carlyle. The Carlyle.
It's gonna be a lot fairer fight if we both know why we're there.
You stupid punk.
I knew a place in France with that name.
One more.
Kind of romantic, kind of exotic.
Come aboard, we're waiting for you
-Do I embarrass you? -This has nothing to do with me.
This man is a professional killer we are looking for here.
We'll both go and tell him together.
And there's a woman who stops by once a week...
I may be kidding myself, but I have this crazy notion that if I did find him...
Likewise.
He's hired us to find you.
Are you all right?
Tough to do with a mouthful of wall-to-wall.
Can you tell me how you came to hear of us?
If he's anybody, they'll know about him.
You get fuzzy.
I'm prepared to pay you $10,000 if you can locate him quickly.
Eddie Murphy, Bill Murray, Jessica Lange.
-Now what are you doing? -This will only hurt a second.
...this is how I imagined it would be with a partner.
Michael Wrye. You're only gonna see him once...
There aren't gonna be any clients, are there?
Who put you up to soliciting me?
Stop this, please. Both of you.
People come from all over the place, going to exciting places.
-Parking Lot. You get it? Kind of-- -Romantic, exotic.
...you've discovered a hideous secret about a loved one.
I'll pay you double that.
Walk away from it, kid.
Anybody ever gives you a choice between dying slow and dying fast...
Not a bad attitude at all.
Mr. Wrye? Is that what he's calling himself?
It's frightening how much we have in common.