40 the Hard Way Page #8

He's half an hour late.

- (Witherspoon) I don't like it.

- I don't like this either.

I could've been home watching the Nacho

Prince against the Cuchi Frito Kid.

WrestleMania 14. Pay-per-view.

F*** no. We're here hanging out with you.

Oh, sh*t. Here he comes!

Oh, boy. That's him.

We've got contact.

Stay on your toes. Wait for the signal.

- It's beautiful.

- Thank you very much.

It's beautiful!

Damn it!

I bet you can hear me, Lieutenant Moss.

I just bet you can.

I think it's time we had a talk.

I think it's time

we got to know each other.

You obviously, you just don't

understand what I'm trying to do.

Don't make me kill him!

- High noon.

- Moss, watch your ass, man.

Relax, Benny.

Yo!

Close enough.

I've been looking forward to this...

...meeting my opponent.

Tell me, Lieutenant,

why are you doing this?

Doing what, exactly?

Why are you treating me like a criminal?

I don't know. Because... you are one?

No, I'm not.

You're a police officer. You should

understand what I'm trying to do.

We're playing the same game, Lieutenant.

We're hooked into the same programme.

I haven't done anything wrong. Anything.

I killed a pimp. I killed a drug dealer. I kill

the people that make your life difficult.

- You killed a four-year-old girl.

- You sacrifice pawns.

You play chess, Lieutenant?

I would've been a great cop.

Better than you.

Because I'm smarter than you.

I'm smarter and I'm better than you are!

OK. OK. You wanna be a cop? Uh...

Maybe it's not too late.

I could put in a word.

We could work something out.

Hey, Lieutenant... you think I'm stupid?

I was... hoping you were stupid...

...but, no, I don't think you're stupid.

A little crazy, maybe.

Don't shoot! He'll blow the place up.

I'm standing in the sh*t.

Game's over!

(gunshot)

Go! Go!

(humming)

(siren)

(screams)

You stupid idiot!

(radio) Crasher on foot, heading

west on 75th Street near Broadway.

Sh*t!

I'm at the Beacon Theater,

in pursuit of the Party Crasher.

There you are, you son of a b*tch!

- Police officer.

- Can I help you?

- See a man, red shirt, blonde hair?

- No.

If you see him, do not interact with him.

- Police.

- Yeah, and where's your badge?

Hey, come back here! Sh*t.

Move outta the way.

I didn't pay to see your butt.

Put a cork in it.

Hey, guys. I'm over here.

(sighs)

(girl on screen) Oh! Oh, my God, no!

No! No! No, God, no.

(screams)

Moss, look out!

(screaming)

Stay down! Stay down!

Joe, you gotta help me!

(screams)

Hang on. I'm comin'.

(yells)

(girl on screen) Aaagh! No!

(girl screams)

(yells)

(yells)

(officer) OK, hold it. Freeze.

Hey, a**hole!

Aaagh!

Aaagh!

Aaaaagh!

Aaaagh!

Moss!

(thud)

Keep him alive for trial. That's all I ask.

What the hell is he doing here?

He's a murderer. You don't have a gun.

- Moss?

- What? What?

You're a dead man.

It'll be easy.

I killed once, I can kill again.

Look. I was gonna leave a message

on your phone machine, all right?

You made me think I killed somebody.

Do have any idea what

that feels like?

Would you stop hitting

me in the face?

You got a minute?

OK, lock it up.

You wanted to know what

it feels like to be a cop...

...what it feels like to kill someone.

Well, now you know.

It feels like sh*t, huh?

I finally know

what it feels like to be you.

It sucks.

Susan, me... we wanted to like you.

But, no, nobody gets in, right?

It's private.

That's not what I call it, John.

I call it lonely.

Hey, Nick.

Damn! I hate it when he does that!

- Is that male bonding?

- Yeah, that's like talking to my ex-wife.

I'm so stupid!

Just keep driving.

You talking to me?

- Are you talking to me?

- Shut up and keep driving.

You know, I hate it

when people don't say "Please. "

Slow down. Aaagh!

I got a growth in my head

the size of a summer squash.

- I got a month to live, so...

- You're shitting me.

I'm not shitting anything. See, it starts

with the tumour and it goes to the colon.

Hey, I'm drivin' here! I'm drivin' here.

Let's go out like men.

Let's go out with a bang!

- Pull over now!

- Drop the gun!

- I said "pull over". Pull the f*** over!

- Drop the gun!

(screams)

- Drop the gun.

- Stop the car.

- Drop the gun.

- Stop the car.

(screaming)

I knew you'd see things my way.

Yeah. 10-4. This is Officer Casanov.

I got the Party Crasher

in the back of my unit.

Got him all giftwrapped for delivery.

No need to thank me.

It's all part of the job. Over and out.

You want something done right,

goddamn it, call an actor.

No. That was a riveting performance.

Yeah. Thanks, Crash.

Now eat this!

I hate your movies!

A little glamour found its

way into the fourth precinct.

We're here with box-office

champ, Nick Lang...

...star of the new smash,

"Smoking Gun II".

Lang spent last night

at NYU hospital...

...after a dangerous struggle

with the notorious Party Crasher.

I asked him "What was it like being

face-to-face with a real-life bad guy?"

Tammy, it wasn't a lot of fun. I kept

waiting for somebody to yell "Cut. "

(knocking)

(TV) The Party Crasher is still at large...

- Next time bring your keys, a**hole!

- You have a lot of explaining to do.

What is it with you

and this so-called partner?

- I can explain.

- You lied to me. He lied to me.

- He's a liar.

- Is this some kind of joke?

No. Sweetheart, it's...

It's not a joke. It's...

(turns TV off)

This thing just kinda got outta hand.

Can you sit down?

- I don't wanna sit down.

- Please. OK?

I, uh...

I...

The way I feel about you...

...I haven't felt about

a woman in a long, long time.

So, maybe we could, uh...

...you know, start over. I mean...

This is hard to say...

...but I've been thinking a lot about it...

...and we can't have a relationship.

Sure we can, cos I can change.

I'll try harder.

It's not that. It's not you.

You're fine.

It's what you do. It's...

It's... It's all the violence. I have spent

my life trying to run away from that.

I cannot put Bonnie in

a position where she doesn't know...

...if her father's gonna come home alive.

- (lift-bell rings)

- Yeah, I understand. Sure.

Cops are too angry, too violent.

Too risky to care about...

...until you need one.

Then we're the Second Coming, aren't we?

I understand that one all right.

(knocking)

Susan?

- I figured it out!

- Aw, sh*t.

- The Crasher's coming here to get you.

- Nick, please.

It's the third act.

The killer tries to get revenge on the cop.

It makes it more personal.

What is this? Some kind of story

conference? This is real life, Nick.

The killer stays as far away

from the cops as possible.

Don't you get it? All right, maybe

he goes after someone close to you.

Or maybe he decapitates

your horse or boils your rabbit.

I don't have a horse or a rabbit...

...and I don't have anyone close to me.

- Susan! He's gonna try to hurt Susan.

Wrong. Susan just dumped me.

Any other bright ideas?

- Susan just dumped you?

- Didn't you just see her in the elevator?

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