Transcript (en)

How much would you pay me for the entire night? 300? Uh, $500? 600. $1,000. Okay. Wait a second, where are you going? I'm going downstairs to cash your check. You think this hotel is going to cash a $1,000 check at 3 a.m.? It's a New York savings and loan check. It's like gold. They'll cash it. Don't you think they might get a little suspicious? Let me see that. It's a cashier's check. Endorse it over to me. Nah, I couldn't do that. See, this check is for $1,400. We agreed upon $1,000. Why don't I give you back $400, and you give me that check? Even better. Is it? Afterlife! Hands on your head. Oh, that's the new IBM Selectric. Put your hands on your head. She has a print type in five seconds. Shut up! Pop out the ball. What? You know, he's got over 200 checks here. Hands on your head! Drafting. He even has little payroll envelopes. Put it down. Put it down. Drop it. Relax. You're late. My name's Alan, Barry Allen, United States Secret Service. We see some credentials. Yeah, sure. Look out the window. My partner's walking into the car as we speak. Look. Mind if I come downstairs with you? I got to take a look at this. Sure thing. Just do me a favor and sit tight for a second while I get this evidence downstairs. You know, I don't want some maid walking through here and making the bed. LAPD should be here any sec. Wait. Your wallet. You hang on to it for a minute. I trust you.