Listen to me. We are at the top of a veritable fortress.
Yes! Presidents, oil sheiks stay here.
Friends of Lee lacocca stay here. George Harrison stays here.
Yes! Because it has the best security money can buy. Don't be paranoid.
I hate to be an old woman, but paranoid keeps me alive.
This guy comes every morning. Trust me.
- Got your breakfast, Miss Graves. - What did you order?
- What did you order? - I ordered...
...grapefruit, croissant...
And what?
Prunes.
Ask him what he's got.
- Go on, ask him. Bet he can't tell you. - What's for breakfast?
Some kind of breads and fruits.
I'll be right there. Rick, pull up a chair, sit down.
I'll share my prunes and then you can tell me all about this.
Don't take the chain off the door.
Rattle it like you'll take it off. Make him think you'll take it off.
You mean like this? Is that good?
Yeah. It's funny to you.
Oh, God!
- Get the mace! - You get it!
The mace! The mace!
Hurry up!
- Come on! Upstairs! - Wait a minute! Get my purse.
- Hurry up! - I can't do this, Rick.
What are you talking about? This is what Lee lacocca does.
I'm very scared, Rick.
Since when did you start wearing underpants?
Do I get to know what's going on or do I get killed for old time's sake?
Follow me.