3000 Miles to Graceland Page #7

What the...

F***ing newspaper!

Damn it!

What the f***?

Run, Jesse, run!

Federal Marshals! Hands in the air, now!

F***!

All right, that's good.

Now lower the weapons.

Guns down, now!

You said five minutes, Mike.

Yeah, I lied.

See? You are a bad guy.

The truth is, guys like me die caught.

Guys like you...

...you can die bloody. It's up to you.

Me? I'm going back.

Yeah, you're going back, Mike.

Who told you to turn around?

You're going back in a bag.

Take this!

Run, kid!

Jack!

F***!

Get a paramedic!

That was stupid, Jack.

- That was stupid.

- I'm through asking, Thomas Murphy.

Step out now!

Was he really...

...your old man?

Who's going to fly the plane?

Motherf***er!

I cannot let you leave here!

Do you understand?

That's the last of it, kid.

I'll cover you.

"Sweet mama, won't you set me free"

If you don't come out now, Murphy,

I promise you, we're coming in!

You don't want any of me!

Hold a second. Which one is he?

It's not Murphy.

I got to get him out of here!

Jesse!

- Mom!

- Oh, God!

No, this way!

Do you recognize me now?

Because I recognize you.

Hold.

Nobody shoots!

He's not giving up.

F***!

Make sure everybody is all right.

I really wanted to get this one alive.

I'm glad he didn't give up.

I wouldn't have.

Fellas!

A little cleanup here.

Thanks.

Federal Marshals

and a SWAT team exchanged gunfire...

...with the last three men responsible

for the Riviera Casino robbery.

They were killed in the exchange, along

with several law enforcement officers.

Unfortunately, the last six men

associated with the robbery are dead.

The money may never be recovered.

Has anyone seen my ambulance?

These things really work.

Help me up.

I thought you died.

I did.

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