3000 Miles to Graceland Page #6

something like a hedgehog.

Where are you headed?

Seattle works.

I can't tell you how embarrassed

the whole department is over this incident.

But you know as well as I do, we don't

make the laws, we just enforce them.

Jesus.

Where did you learn that, the Barney Fife

Seminar on Law Enforcement?

What was the weapon?

It was twin .45s.

We're going to need those.

Trooper was shot and killed with a .45.

What else was in the car?

That information is not in yet,

but I'll get right on it.

Johnny.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking it's at least

...I want to catch this a**hole

before he jumps the border to Canada.

There's never any traffic around here

this time of day.

There sure are enough cops, though. Look!

Do me a favor.

- Would you put it in park?

- What for?

I got something wrong with my contact...

...and I don't want the car rolling

while I work on it.

Okay.

We're going to bust them.

That's our custom.

Let's go.

Wombats!

Here we go, Wombats!

Are you traveling alone?

Not unless you count team spirit.

Go, Wombats!

I have a new one.

Listen.

Pork chop, pork chop, greasy, greasy...

...we beat their f***ing team easy, easy!

Go, Wombats!

Do me a favor,

take it easy on the beer, okay?

Jesse...

...go wait by the taxi.

Thanks for taking care of him.

Other way around.

I don't suppose I could

talk you into staying...

I'm headed for Mount Vernon.

Yeah, your boat.

Yeah.

Here.

- What's this?

- It's all of it.

Except for $100,000. I figure I earned that.

Come on.

- That's a lot of money.

- It sure is.

For that kind of money,

I'm entitled to an answer.

Why can't you...

I felt something shoot through me

the minute I laid eyes on you.

I knew then that I wanted to spend

my life with you. I can't explain it.

Please, stop.

I can't see why we shouldn't be together.

What do you want me to say?

That you want us to stay!

I can't, Cybil. It's not that simple.

Yes, it is that simple.

What difference does it make? I don't

even know who's talking to me here!

I can't trust you.

No matter how much I'd like to,

I'll never be able to trust you.

That's it, isn't it?

What?

It's not me you can't trust. It's you!

Glad you think so.

Looks like she didn't talk you into staying.

No, she didn't.

I really liked being your partner.

You're a pretty good partner.

No bullshit?

No bullshit.

I got to go.

I can't f***ing believe this.

Did you see me?

It's him!

That's right, cowboy. It's me.

Mom, on the right!

Son of a b*tch!

Twat!

Mom, he's coming up on the left!

Mom, where is he?

Oh, my God!

Mom, wake up!

Mom!

Jesse, come on!

You stay the f*** away from us!

Things work out better for me sometimes...

...when I don't kill people.

Touch my mom and I'll kill you!

You want to fight?

You want to fight?

Now, what I want is my money.

All of it!

And you're going to get it for me.

Michael has it.

We don't know where he is.

You don't know where he is?

I got a good idea where he is.

I'll hold on to this piece of sh*t...

...while you go and find him for me.

Get up.

I was wondering

if you were coming back for her.

It's been a busy couple of years.

Where do we stand?

Let's see.

That's $130,000 you owe for the loan...

...and you racked up $24,000 for five years

of dock paint and maintenance.

How are you planning to pay for this?

Well, cash is king.

Slug bug blue!

- What the f*** was that?

- It's a kids' game.

My mom and I, we're in the car a lot.

Well, you're no kid.

You don't scare me, you know that?

No, I don't believe I do, do I?

I guess your mama taught you well.

Yeah, she did.

So, what's your mama's excuse?

Slug bug yellow.

What, you don't want to play no more?

Michael!

Murphy has Jesse.

He wants the money and he'll let him go.

Michael, please.

You know,

my dad left me this boat a long time ago.

I never even knew him.

Pretty cool?

- Please, talk to me.

- So, you and Murph just...

...ran into each other?

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do?

My God, what am I going to...

I want you to listen to me, okay?

Now, listen.

- We're going to get Jesse back.

- No, we're not.

I promise you, we're going to get him back.

All right.

What are we going to do?

What everybody should do in this situation.

Call the cops.

Hey, handsome.

Either quit smoking or get a new lighter.

I like that one.

You guys got a call about the Riviera job.

Said the guys who did it

are having a meet tonight.

Where?

Duck River Wood Mill in Mount Vernon,

north of Seattle.

Still going north. Anything else?

Yes, sir. A name.

Thomas J. Murphy.

Don't worry.

These guys are by the book.

They just want to

read their name in the paper.

Nothing will happen to me.

Nice.

- I thought you'd like that one.

- I do.

Who's carrying this?

Got you written all over it.

Good, Jack.

You wanted firepower?

I give you Hamilton.

I told you to bring a couple of guys, Jack.

A couple of guys.

Trust me, he is a couple of guys.

Who's the kid?

In the first place, he ain't no kid.

He's four and a half feet of money.

I like him already.

Make sure you keep him breathing

till the money is in my hands.

Are you hungry?

Want a sandwich?

No.

Come on, kid.

Even tough guys have got to eat.

Do you want a jelly sandwich?

Yeah.

Give me TAC, HRT and SWAT.

I don't care where you get them,

just get them!

F***ing Seattle is fine! Just get them.

Hey, Jack.

Glad to see you could make it on time.

Where's the boy?

Some job we pulled.

I don't need you.

Now, I'd like to get this over with

if you don't mind, so let's go find Murph.

He's right here, Michael.

Don't.

You okay, Jesse?

He's fine.

Let's make the trade.

What's the rush? I mean...

...I thought you were

looking forward to this.

Cybil is down there.

If we're not back in five minutes,

she makes a phone call.

You're not calling the cops, Mike,

and neither is she.

Now, why don't you throw the bag over?

No problem. Send Jesse over here,

Jack will bring you the money.

Go ahead, Jack.

You go slow.

Jack, you make one move

towards that kid...

He'll splatter cherry pie

all over the f***ing wall behind you!

He's got the lingo down, Mike.

Keep coming, Jesse.

Come on, Jack.

Good!

I'll just walk out of here with Jesse...

...and you got the money. All of it.

That's very generous, Michael,

but it's not that simple.

I hope that's you, Hamilton.

Yeah, it's me, baby. I'm on the money.

Jack, go start the plane.

Give me five and we're out of here.

He's a bad guy, kid.

Maybe not as bad as me,

but he's a bad guy...

...just the same.

You, Michael, along with

all the other bad guys out there...

...seem to be missing the point.

You're all forgetting the rule.

The golden rule.

And that is...

He who has the big-ass gun

makes the rules.

It would help, of course,

if the gold was actually in the bag.

Michael, I hope you haven't ruined this.

This could have been easy.

So, I'm going to check...

...just to be sure.

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