The Swiss Conspiracy

David Christopher:
I was up half the night with the Z?rich police, who insist I'm responsible for a Bobby Hayes that was stuffed into a trunk of a rented car, which they say I rented, which I didn't rent, now don't further complicate my life; what is it?

Man In Parking Garage:
The package, Herr Captain.

Franz Benninger:
Sorry, Herr Hurtil, but, uh, Mr. Hayes is another of the victims.

David Christopher:
[while holding a drink in his right hand, he raises the glass, extends his index finger and smiles] Hello, Bobby.

Robert Hayes:
[Points at Christopher] What's he doin' here?

Johann Hurtil:
Do you know each other?

David Christopher:
[Speaks softly to Hurtil] Yeah, well, not socially.

Robert Hayes:
Answer me!

Johann Hurtil:
The bank has retained Mr. Christopher to protect its clients, Mr. Hayes.

Robert Hayes:
Protect us? [During the next few words, he walks toward Hurtil's desk and stands on Christopher's right] What are you, crazy? He's U.S. justice department!

David Christopher:
[Slightly before Hayes finishes his last statement] Not anymore, Bobby, not for a couple a years.

Robert Hayes:
Get him out of here! You hear me? Swiss banks don't give out their clients' numbers! Not to nobody! [Now speaks to Christopher] You got some friends back home been looking for you; you know that, don't you? They'd like to pay you back for all you've done for 'em. They got a long memory. All right. I'm leavin' this bank right now and I'm makin' a long distance phone call. Person to person. My guess is if you're not out of this town by this time tomorrow, they're gonna find you in the nearest meat house - along with the other dead pigs. [Walks toward the door. Benninger opens it for him. Before walking out, Hayes turns around and speaks] Justice. [Turns around and while walking out speaks] All I need. [Benninger closes the door]

Denise Abbott:
I'll change into something less comfortable.