1 Work in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988)
Until she’d walked through the hotel in Beaumont-sur-Mer, and he’d stood and introduced himself as the doctor, she’d never known anyone that kept up with her so well. Just like now, his body language was practically flawless, from the way his gaze flickered and shifted restlessly all over the room, to the slightly off-kilter set of his shoulders, suggesting a piece in a shoulder holster. His expensive Italian suit showed every wrinkle that he’d put into it and his face and eyes were unreadable behind lightly tinted sunglasses. He looked like a cheap enforcer. She touched her tongue to her top lip lightly. He was anything but cheap.