03x03 - Shadows of Heat

[bunniefuu]

- Last night,
I cried for the first time
in years.

[Doorbell rings]

Ding dong. Company.

- I'll get it.

[Door opens]

Yes?

- My name is george martinez.
I have an appointment
with your husband.

- Tell him I'm busy.

Wait. No. Tell him I'm busy
and to come back in 15 minutes.

Tell him both of those.
See what he does.

- Did you get all that?
- 15 Minutes.

Of course.
I should have known.

Only the condor
would be so bold.

- Condor?
- That's me.
- Good-bye for now.

We shall meet again
someday.

- In 15 minutes.
- Exactly.

Thank you, condor.

Oh, thank you.

- Is he still
standing out there?

- Yes. And he looks hot.

I'm going to bring him
some lemonade.

- Not water?

- No. Lemonade.

- Lemonade.
Interesting choice.

Huh. Lemonade.

Let's put it this way.

I don't want you
bringing lemonade
to george martinez.

He won't know
how to react.

You'll botch the whole job.
Do you want that?

[Doorbell rings]

- Got to go.

- You've come
to see the condor?

- Excellent.

So where do we go
from here?

- Tell him to come back
when the heat is off.

The heat is unfortunately on

At this time.

Can't you smell it?

- I don't smell anything.
- Who are you to judge the heat?

- Message received,
condor.

Oh, thank you.

- You see? He gets it.
He's played this game
many times.

He's a professional.

- The player of games,
if you will.

- Exactly.

- Yes.

- What's he doing now?

- He's asleep
in the hammock.

- Perfect.

And the ball
is really rolling now.

Can you hear it?

- Hear the ball?

- No. The shadows of heat.

Listen to its sultry song
of peril.

- Um, what's this
all about?

Aah!

- No more questions!
Is he still out there?

- No.
Now the hammock's on fire.

- Again, procedure.

Nice, martinez.
Very nice, indeed.

Remind me
to take his mother to lunch.

[Telephone rings]

Martinez,

I'm taking your mother to lunch.

Uh, boss? Oh, sorry.
I didn't know.

Hold on.
I have another call.

Martinez? Hold on.

I got to get rid of someone
in the other line.

Hello, martinez?

I thought
you were somebody else.

We'll catch up
some other time.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Got to go. Stay strong.

Martinez! Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Ok. Good.

That was one--
yes, I'll hold.

I'm holding.

- Dad,
can I use the phone?

I got to use the internet.

Aah!

- Brak,
what's going on up there?

- Someone
just threw a knife at me.

- Well, it wasn't the condor
or perhaps it was.

Or perhaps it could have--

Oh, hello. Martinez?

Yeah, I'm here.

Uh-huh.

Look, I can't talk about this
right now.

Come by in 15 minutes
and bring the plans.

What?!
I don't have the plans.

So you do have the plans.

You were joking.

Martinez, how can you expect me
to take you seriously

Unless
you take yourself seriously?

Now, don't get upset.

No--everything's
going to be fine

As long as you have the plans,
all right?

Uh-huh.

Yes, we're still friends.

You, too. Good-bye.

I'm off the phone.

- Thanks, dad.

Aah!

[Doorbell rings]

- Don't answer it.

- What if it's martinez?

- Who's martinez?
I deny ever knowing such a man.

- But he just--
- but he just what?

- Was at the door.
- Don't you mean the phone?

- So you admit--
- do i?
- Yes.

- Don't you mean no?
Ah, that'll be martinez.

- Should I get it? Aah!

- Oh, sorry.
That time was an accident.

Yes, please get the door.

- I am hector riviera.

George martinez is dead.

- Honey, it's for you.

- Aha! That was a trap.

I told you
there was no george martinez.

- Oh, really?
Then who is that
on the front lawn?

[Laughs]

- Abort mission!

- ♪ I'm white
water rafting ♪

♪ Rolling through
the wave ♪

♪ Look out for
that dinosaur ♪

Ugh! Aah!

- My name
is george martinez.

I have an appointment
with your father.

- Do you know
how to get on the internet?

- Do i?

[Chuckles]

Do i.

[Chuckles]

Do you?

- No.
- Then we are more alike
than we care to admit,

For i, too, long to surf
the information super highway.

- Hey, bubba,
when you gonna get off me?

- 10 Minutes.
Something like that.

- I'm going
to my mother's.

- I'll sh**t up a flare
when it's safe to return.

- You do that.

[Door slams]

[Telephone rings]

- I'm not getting it.

[Ring]

[Doorbell rings]

[Doorbell and telephone
ringing]

- Brak,
what's that in your hand?

It looks like a note.

- It appears to be.

- Good. Read it to me.
- Dear condor,

Why won't you answer
the phone and the door?

Signed, "m."

Hello. Martinez?

I consider it
the lowest of blows

That you have enlisted
my son

In our dirty world
of espionage and intrigue.

Martinez?

- Martinez is dead.

I am hector riviera.

- What do you want?

- I am somewhere
in the house.

- Oh, really?
Then who's at the front door?

- Confound you, condor!
You are too good!

- Listen,
I'm sending a secret agent

To come talk to you
in 15 minutes.

- Then I should just stand here
at the front door?

- So you are
at the front door.

- Again, confound you!

[Glass breaks]

[Thud]

Brak, could you
come up here for a second?

- Where have I heard
that voice before?

- Well, it obviously--

- Impossible!
Hector riviera died years ago
in a fiery train blaze.

- Then who--

- His body
was horribly d*sfigured
by the intense heat,

Making positive identification
unfeasible.

- Then what is it?

- Still,
they're pretty sure
it was hector.

- Then who's that up
in my room?!

Zorak,
what are you doing here?

- I was trying
to get on the internet,

But your computer crashed
on him,

When I forced his head
through it.

- Is he dead?

- He was
when I k*lled him.

- Look. A note.
♪ Bun na na da don

- Here, I'll read it.

Um, grr. Plank.

Bah.

Cuzz. Crr.

Plank.

Zzzon. Bzoup?

Bah! Who am I kidding?
I can't read.

- Give me that.

- Brr!

I haven't heard that name
in years.

- You know him?

- Yeah. I used to work for him
in the mail room.

- Really? What did you do?

- God, what a crap job
that was.

- Is he really a butcher?

- No one knows for sure.
No one has ever seen him.

- Then how do you--

- You ask
too many questions!

Argh! Seriously, that's, like,

Since you walked in.

- You're right.

The hour of questions is over.

It's time to book
a one-way ticket
to answertown, brother.

Zorak, there's someone
I want you to meet.

- I already met him.

- Condor, this man
once worked in the mail room

For none other
than rudolpho the butcher.

- Brr!

I haven't heard that name
in years.

And by that, I mean never.

Who is he?

- Call me crazy,
but I think rudolpho
might be the key

To this whole
house of games.

- I think you're right,
crazy.

Zorak,
can you take us to him?

Zorak?

- I can take you
as far as the bridge.

This is as far as I go.

I'll pray for your souls.

Suckers!

[Laughs]

- Now what,
general condor?

- Now...

We wait.

- Maybe this isn't
the right bridge.

- Shh! Quiet!
I hear something.

[Footsteps]

- The shadows of heat,
how they flicker.

- Rudolpho,
we meet at last.

- Hey,
are you really a butcher?

- But of course.
- Then answer me this.

You know
how to get on the internet?

- Oh,
I could tell you that,

But then I'd have to do...
This!

- George martinez!

You're alive!

- Of course he is.
Where have you been?

- I don't know, dad.

It's all too much for me.

I can't take
this spy game!

[Screaming]

[Thud]

- He'll be all right.

- So, dad, why didn't you
just let me in the house

When I stopped by?

- You know what?
I don't know.

Sometimes,
there's no explaining
my behavior.

[Both laughing]

So did you bring
the plans?

- I thought you had them.
- Martinez, you fool!

[Laughs]

Of course
I have the plans.

I was joking again,
as I did earlier.

- George,
you are too much, man.

[Martinez chuckles]

I know it,
and I got to live with it.

- Well, let's take a look
at them.

We're gonna throw hector
the best bachelor party ever.

- Wait. Didn't hector die?

- Well, so now
you don't want to do it?

- The shadows of heat,

How they flicker.