Another Stakeout Page #8

when I get there. Hey!

Hello, Tony?

Yeah.

We got work to do.

- Yeah, mm-hmm.

- Dr. Gold, it's about Badham.

- So she's gonna be all right?

- Okay. A broken nose. She'll be fine.

Thank you very much.

Miss Delano. Am I glad to see you.

I can't tell you...

what an experience this has been

for all of us down in Las Vegas.

We were so relieved...

when we learned that they had found

you and that you were all right.

Listen, I know that this has been...

Extremely traumatic for you,

but I'm here to assure you...

that every precaution

has been taken.

- We're gonna get you home safe.

- I have to see my friends first.

Oh, the O'Hara's.

You know what?

I think it would be safer if we just

went straight from here to the airport.

They don't even know

what happened to me last night.

Well, you could

give 'em a phone call.

No, no, I'm sorry. If I decide

to go back and testify,

I want to see my friends first.

Well, I guess, uh,

- a quick side trip wouldn't do too much harm.

- Not at all.

- And I'll stay with you until you're on the plane.

- Thanks, Gina.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll let the dog out.

Will you grab my bag?

- Got it.

- Whoa.

Archie! Archie! Archie!

Archie, stop!

- Archie, come back here right now!

- Archie!

- Archie! Archie!

- Stop it, Archie! Don't...

- Come back here!

- Aw, sic 'em, Archie. Eat the cat.

So I asked her to marry me.

- Really? What'd she say?

- She hung up on me.

- You asked her on the phone?

- Yeah, I asked her on the phone.

Remember, I'm stuck on an island?

I'm at a dinner party, I can't get away.

Dumb, stupid idea.

I know. Sorry.

I'm sorry

I ruined my life.

I'm sorry the suspect

got shot by my gun.

I'm sorry the Mercedes

went into the bay.

- What about me gettin' hit?

- Sorry about that too.

- And me rollin' down the stairs?

- I'm sorry about that too.

- And my moustache?

- All right!

What are you gonna do,

blame the deficit on me?

Just... really sorry

that she walked out on me.

Dad... we still have

each other.

Humph.

A reason to live.

- Chris?

- Hmm?

They're back.

- Who?

- Gina and the woman I love.

- Cops.

- Who's the other one?

- Lawyer.

- Lawyer.

- They're going back to Vegas.

- I'm sure gonna miss her.

- Come on, let's get the hell outta here.

- Another car.

More cops,

it looks like.

- In a Mustang?

- Maybe another lawyer.

This guy's got a gun.

Not a lawyer.

She had to constantly

smear cream on herself.

I spent a week

at the Mirage. I loved it there.

Come on in. Relax a minute.

Take a look at this, will ya?

- Get down!

- Get down!

- Get down, there's a man!

- Behind the tree! He's got a gun! Get down!

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God, it's them!

- What? What?

- Get down! Get down!

- There's a man! Get down!

- Brian, it's them! It's those guys that tried to kill me!

- What?

Everybody, get down!

No, not there! Get up here!

Do it fast!

Keep your heads down!

Police! Freeze!

The idiots are shooting at us.

Stop shooting at us, you idiots.

They think we're the bad guys.

Show 'em your badge.

- They're never gonna believe we're cops.

- Gina's there, she'll tell 'em.

Go on!

Hold it up!

Wait a minute.

Why don't you show 'em yours?

You think I'm crazy?

All right,

all right!

- Do it together. One, two, three.

- Two, three.

Don't shoot! We're cops!

Great idea.

- Can we shoot back?

- What if we kill 'em?

- What if they kill us?

- Good point.

Okay. You go,

I'll cover you.

Go!

Wait a minute.

Why don't you go, and I cover?

Because I'm already doing

the covering thing! Go on, go on!

But you're older.

You got less to live for.

- Get outta here!

- Don't shoot anybody.

- Who'd ya see?

- The same men.

- The ones from last night? Oh, my God.

- Yes.

- Stop shooting, stop shooting! They're police!

- What?

They're cops.

Det. Lecce and Reimers out of Seattle.

They're with me.

Part of the stakeout next door.

Bullshit! If they're cops, what the

hell are they shootin' at us for?

- Because you're shooting at them!

- Call for backup.

Chris, Bill, stop!

I told 'em you're cops!

Oh, sh*t.

- Steve. Steve! Hang in there, buddy.

- I'm all right.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Hang on, Steve.

- In the basement!

- No, no! I gotta get her outta the house!

Go!

Tommy.

You?

Jesus Christ, am I glad to see you.

I've been goin' nuts here.

- Where is she?

- She's back there. Upstairs.

It's great

workin' with you, Tom.

- You bastard.

- I'm a cop.

Run to the water. Stay by the shore.

Don't stop for anything.

- Go!

- I can't.

Go!

Jump, goddamn it!

Ow!

Throw out your gun!

Come out with your hands

above your head!

This is the police.

You're completely surrounded!

- You got ten seconds!

- No, you got ten seconds!

You kill her, we kill you.

It's that simple.

- She's a friend of yours. Want to see her die?

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

You see. She's sorry.

Now back off.

Back the hell off!

Now!

Ooo, I don't like

what you're thinkin', ace.

Cool heads, boys.

Cool heads.

Let's talk,

gentlemen.

- No talk.

- Let's trade here. What do you care?

You want her alive, right? I don't

care about her, you can have her.

But I get the other one.

I get who I came for.

She walks away and I walk away.

It works for me.

- Shoot her. I don't care. You're not walkin' out of here.

- Nobody's gonna blame you guys.

But somebody is gonna die,

I promise you that.

- Oh!

- You got a shot?

- I got a shot.

- You got nothin'!

- Take it.

- I'm takin' it. I'm gonna drop this bastard!

Listen to me. Shut up!

Let's trade here, all right?

We're runnin' outta time,

boys. Runnin' outta time.

- He got me. Did you get him?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Am I gonna live? Excellent.

- Yeah.

- Gina? Oh, my God. Is she all right?

- She'll be all right.

- Are you sure?

- She'll be all right. Yeah.

- Good dog, Arch. Good dog.

- Oh, good dog.

- You havin' a good week?

- Perfect.

- Hey.

- You hurt bad?

Nah. Winged me, clipped me. Took a

hit in the shoulder. It was nothin'.

- I'm just glad it wasn't me.

- Yeah, glad it wasn't me.

I cannot believe I'm about to say this,

but I'm actually gonna miss you guys.

- A little.

- Yeah, well, we're gonna miss you too.

- A little less.

- Thank you.

- The bad news is your dog's okay.

- I know you love him.

- We gotta go.

- I can feel you love him.

- Yeah.

- Hey, listen, if I get another assignment like this,

- how about I give you guys a call?

- No.

No? Right.

I am gonna sue for custody.

- For him? Take him. He irritates the hell out of me.

- Yes.

Hey, you were right.

I do look better without it.

That's why I shaved mine off.

Because I look better without it.

No. You shaved yours off

because you look old with it.

- How old do I look?

- You look like, uh, Santa Claus old.

- What? That's ridiculous!

- You look like a little old clockmaker.

You're even starting to smell old.

- So you wanna go get somethin' to eat?

- No, go home.

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