40 the Hard Way Page #7

Don't make me use this!

(gun squeaks)

Ray's pinned down and he won't shoot

cos of the people standing around.

Ray?

Get her outta here.

(click)

- What are you doing?

- Damn! F***in' locked!

He's out of bullets.

He's out of bullets!

Then go get him.

Police report'll look

better with your name on it, John.

Damn it!

Come on, come on!

- Kill him now!

- F***.

Sh*t! Step back, motherf***er!

I'm gonna blow your head off!

Step back. I'm not jokin'.

Thanks for the warning.

Up against the wall

and keep your mouth shut!

Boy, I could've done that.

- I was right. No bullets.

- You were wrong.

Misfire. We'll talk later.

I better get this job.

Oh, Ray, what happened? You OK?

- I'm fine.

- Can I talk to my partner?

What the hell's going on? Coincidence?

You wanted to see a New York subway...

...and you happened to be

on the one Susan was on!

- I invited him to lunch.

- You what?

- I can explain.

- You don't have to.

First you bust up our date. Then

you're having lunch with my girlfriend!

Oh, cut the jealousy bit.

You got no right.

Take a few pointers from Ray.

He knows how to deal with people.

And from what I saw,

he's probably a better cop.

While you were probably trashing pizza

parlours, he was dealing with real felons...

...without losing his head.

Goodbye. Call me.

I can't believe you just...

You just kissed him? You kissed his face?

And where are my handcuffs?

I have to pay for those!

I wanted to talk to you about that.

Why would you handcuff me to the bed?

I was good in there, John. Seriously.

We were major cojones!

So what is this? What? What?!

I know. OK. I left him on his own.

Guilty as charged, sir.

But... the guy's OK, right?

Not that that's any excuse.

You won't like that this happened while

I was working on the Party Crasher case.

But before you say what you have

every right to say, listen to this.

I know where the Party Crasher's

gonna be tomorrow.

If we get every available car, call the

shots ourselves, we can drop him cold!

- How?

- He's gonna pick up a gun tomorrow.

We get there first. OK?

Get Pooley, Grainy

and anybody else you can round up.

Captain, thank you. OK, great!

- Now I get rid of Nick Lang...

- No, Moss, you stay with Lang...

...and you do what I told you

and stay off this case.

Until Lang goes home,

he does not leave your sight.

Not to clip his toenails, nothing.

Go near anything more dangerous than

a coffee shop, you'll be an ex-policeman.

- You can't do this to me.

- Yes, I can. Watch me!

(ringing)

Yeah?

Yeah.

OK. OK.

Yes, sir(!)

I'm not giving up on this case. I don't give

a sh*t what your buddy Captain Brix says.

That maniac's gotta be stopped and

I'm gonna do it. I tracked him down. Me.

I'm gonna be there when they take this

prick down. With you or without you.

- Hey, John. About Susan...

- I don't wanna talk about it.

(radio) Crasher task-force unit. Male

caller has the Party Crasher at 14122nd.

- This may be the Party Crasher.

- Six blocks away!

(thunder rumbles)

Sh*t. I don't like it. No backup.

I don't like you being here.

I don't like playing wet nurse.

You could've gotten yourself

killed in that subway.

If you're gonna be here,

you got a right to protect yourself.

Loaded.

That is the trigger.

Do not move from this car!

You sit here, you watch that door.

If he comes out, you tell me

which way he went. Period.

- Got it? That gun is only for

emergencies. - Right.

- You got it?

- I got it! It's for emergencies.

- (Moss) Don't move. Police!

- (gunshots)

- John?

- (John) Sh*t!

- Moss?

- Look out!

(Moss) Get down! Get out, Lang!

Oh, sh*t, John.

He's coming at me! What do I do?

- Get back to the car. Call for backup!

- I'll go call for backup.

(yells)

(Lang groans)

You got him?

Jesus, Lang, what'd you do?

- What?

- You shot the wrong guy.

- Wrong guy?

- Jesus, Lang. Where's the shooter?

This is some street guy trying to get out.

What? You didn't tell me

there was more than one guy.

This guy doesn't even

have a gun. Didn't you look?

Damn it!

- He's dead.

- Oh, God! Oh, God.

I ju... I just...

It's over. It's over for me. My life is over!

What am I talking about?

I killed an unarmed guy! A street guy.

Give me your gun.

Give me your gun! Get in the car.

- You're arresting me.

- Shut up and let me think!

Get in! Damn it!

Ah, Jesus.

(hyperventilates)

- Oh, God. Oh, God.

- All right.

You're a civilian

who shot an unarmed man...

...with a police-issue weapon,

and I let you do it.

If you take the rap for this,

we both lose our careers.

If I tell 'em I did it, maybe

I can make it look more heroic.

OK. My fingerprints

are on this gun.

You were never here. You understand?

You were never here.

I was never here.

I was never here.

I was never here.

I was... never here.

You're an actor.

Pretend it never happened.

Go back, host charity balls,

save whales...

...whatever it takes to make it OK.

- How can I forget?

- You can't.

- There's gonna be an investigation.

- I've been through 'em before.

Oh, man!

- How come you're doing this for me?

- I don't know.

Listen, if you need anything,

money, a suit for the trial, a lawyer...

- I'll call you as soon as I get back.

- No. Whatever you do, never call me.

- You understand?

- Right.

John.

Nick.

Continental Airlines flight 23

to Los Angeles is now ready for boarding.

Passengers in first class...

Hi. May I have your ticket please?

What am I doing?

Where's Moss?

- China, where's Moss?

- Wherever you're not.

Whatever he said he did, he did it for me.

He didn't even do it. I did it.

- What?

- I wanna make a full confession.

Do I look like a priest?

Don't try talking me out of it

cos my mind's made up.

(laughter)

(man) "Moss, Moss! Help me, Moss!"

"He's coming straight at me.

What should I do?"

I come bursting through

the door, like a maniac.

This imbecile, his eyes are completely

closed, squeezes off a few shots.

(laughter)

So I slap my chest, go flying down

the stairs, head over heels...

...and land right on top of the f***in' guy.

Now he's sittin' there...

I'm dyin' on a piss, holding my breath.

Next thing I know, Moss is going

into this incredible performance, going...

..."Don't worry, Nick. It's OK."

"I'll take the fall for you.

You go back to Hollywood. "

And he believes him!

It was unreal. He sticks the kid on

a plane and he gets him outta his hair.

- Moss is back on the case.

- He's on that sting operation.

Nick. Nickie, baby!

You sharpshooter! We heard about you.

(laughter)

"It never happened, Nick.

I'll take the fall for you, Nick. "

Son of a b*tch! You stupid...

(Moss) Stakeouts. Do you get

haemorrhoids sitting here, like, forever?

(Benny) I think I had 'em

the last 13 years.

- I hate it.

- Can't do nothin' about it.

- I might try hypnosis.

- That sh*t don't work.

Something's gotta work.

With you, I don't know what works.

Love certainly isn't doing it.

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