40 the Hard Way Page #9

No.

- You didn't... pass her in the lobby?

- No.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- (Crasher) It's me. I got your girl.

- What I really want is you.

- Where are you?

I'm at the top of the world,

with your buddy, Nick Lang.

- You scumbag, where are you?

- You're the detective, you figure it out.

- Let me speak to Susan.

- She's an angel...

...but she doesn't have wings. Get it?

(hangs up)

Oh, God. Oh, God, no!

(both) "The top of the world

with your buddy, Nick Lang. "

- You don't have to do this, you know.

- Yeah, I know.

(screams)

(yells)

Susan! Grab my hand, grab my hand!

(Moss screams)

Susan! Susan!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God!

(Crasher yells)

Whooooo-ya!

Grab my hand!

Yes! Come on, come on!

Oh, God!

You're not a real hero.

People need real heroes.

- Wait, wait! Hold on!

- You got me?

OK, OK. Don't let go.

Quit smoking, you little cockroach!

(screams)

Come on. All right.

(Crasher) Hey! Hey!

- Where's Nick?

- I got him! I got him!

(Moss) I'm gonna get that son of a b*tch.

(Crasher yells)

(Susan screams)

(Moss) Susan! Susan!

Hey, yo! Check this out, man.

John! Help!

Susan! Susan!

Oh, God. Susan!

- (Moss) Hang on!

- (screams)

Oh, God. Just hang on!

Son of a b*tch! John!

Don't let go. And don't look down.

OK. Ohh!

- I think he went to get your gun.

- I'll take care of him. You go after her.

- (crack)

- Oh, no! John!

(panting)

Ah, my shoe. Sh*t! That was a Ferragamo.

(gasping)

- (Susan) Hurry!

- Susan!

- I'm coming!

- (screaming)

(crack)

(screaming)

Susan!

(Susan) Hurry!

It's OK. All right, I'm coming down.

I hate these f***ing billboards.

OK. You gotta reach, Susan.

Grab my wrist.

All right. Oh, my God!

- Grab my wrist!

- Oh, my God!

(Susan screams)

Hurry!

(crowd applauds)

Hey, a**hole!

Come on. OK, I got you.

- I will kill you!

- (Crasher yells)

Go on, kill me! F***!

Son of a b*tch!

Hello!

Goodbye.

This isn't the movies, stupid!

(screams)

(yells)

Nick. Oh, God.

- John, it's OK. I'm not... I'm not shot.

- Jesus.

- If I was shot, I'd feel something, right?

- That's the way it works.

In five minutes, you'll

wish you didn't feel anything.

- Hold on. You're gonna make it.

- You were right.

- You're gonna make it. Hold on.

- I don't feel so hot all of a sudden.

Why did you come back? Why did I ever

let you up here in the first place?

I had to get the part.

It's a great part.

Do you think I woulda got it?

Yeah, pal.

I think you woulda nailed it.

Oh, man. This is too real!

Hold on, Nick.

Come on, man. Just hold on.

(siren)

Oh, man. Where are they?

You're gonna make it. Just hold on.

- Is he gonna be OK?

- He's tougher than he looks.

Easy.

Are you finally happy, Nick?

Answer me.

You got what you wanted.

This is what you wanted.

Real bad guys.

Real bullets. Real blood.

Real bad guys.

Real bullets. Real blood.

You thought we were

playing games, right?

Well, this ain't the movies.

It's about putting your life on the line...

...knowing somewhere

there's a bullet with your name on it.

Well, you found yours,

you son of a b*tch.

(coughs)

We're not like

those a**holes in the movies.

They get 17 takes to get it right.

We get one...

...and it lasts our whole life.

That's my line.

That's what I said to him!

- Please, man. Could you be quiet?

- It was. I said that.

Shh!

This is all stuff I said to him.

The son of a b*tch stole my life!

Would you shut up, Moss?

We're trying to watch the end credits.

# Don't call it a comeback...

#... I been here for years

# I'm rockin' my peers

puttin' suckers in fear

# Makin' the tears

rain down like a monsoon

He's a lot shorter in real life, OK?

# Explosion

# Overpowerin'

# Over the competition I'm towerin'

# Wreckin' shop

when I drop these lyrics

# That'll make you call the cops

# Don't you dare stare

You better move

# Don't ever compare me to the rest

# That'll all get sliced and diced

# Competition's payin' the price

# I'm gonna knock you out

# Mama said knock you out

# I'm gonna knock you out

# Mama said knock you out

# I'm gonna knock you out

# Mama said knock you out

# I'm gonna knock you out

# Mama said knock you out

# Don't you call this

a regular jam

# I'm gonna rock this land

# I'm gonna take this

itty-bitty world by storm

# And I'm just gettin' warm

# Just like Muhammad Ali

They called him Cassius

# Watch me bash this beat

like a skull

# That you know I had beef with

# Why do you riff with me,

the maniac psycho

# And when I pull out my jammy

get ready

# Cos it might go blaw!

How ya like me now?

# The ripper will not allow

# You to get with Mr Swift

# Don't riff

# Listen to my gears shift

# I'm blastin', outlastin'

# Kinda like Shaft,

so you could say I'm shaftin'

# Olde English filled my mind

# And I came up with a funky rhyme

# I'm gonna knock you out

# Mama said knock you out

# I'm gonna knock you out

# Mama said knock you out

# I'm gonna knock you out

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