Best Laid Plans Page #6

Kidnapping.

She's bringing that|against me, too?

Us, Bryce! Us.

Wicked f***ing|b*tch. B*tch!

Here. Come here.

Wait!

You done?

[Flushes Toilet]

Hey...

I screwed it.|I'm sorry.

She's whacked.

I know.

There's no way you could reason|with someone like that.

God, I'd like|to kill the girl.

She showed up at the bar|alone, right?

Yeah, I think.

Didn't seem like|she knew anybody there,

and nobody would remember you|two leaving together, right?

No, the bartender|saw her kiss me.

I mean, why? What|are you suggesting?

Television:
Tropico, the time|has come for you to pitch in.

Bryce.

Hey, are you in this?

It has the production|value of bad porn.

Bryce, you prick.

What?

Why'd you call me?

Why did I call you?

Yeah. Huh?

I called you|because I needed help.

You're a sly one, man.

You're a f***ing|sly one!

I'm not trying|to be sly.

Talk to me.

I needed your advice!

Then stop f***ing|patronizing me!

I know what you're doing!

Tropico Recycling.|Together...

What?

You have been playing me|for the fool all night,

ever since I walked in|that door.

''What are you|suggesting, Nick?''

Oh, you are sweet.

If you want to kill her,|then say so,

but don't|play games with me.

Kill her?

It's why I got the call--

to give you the nerve.|It's out in the open now.

Don't pussyfoot around.

I-- I...|Kill her?

Yes, Bryce.

I couldn't do that.

You couldn't.

Well, we couldn't.

I can't believe that|you're even saying this.

I mean, actually kill her?|Take her life?

No, the other sense|of the word ''kill.''

What are you doing?

I'm looking|for a pillow.

What for?

There.

Have yourself a time.

This is not|why I called you.

Why else? You were|looking for an alternative

to letting her go?

What other alternative|did you think I'd suggest?

Consciously or not,|this is what you want.

This is why|you called me.

Can we really do this?

Come here.

Sit.

Can we do this?|Yes, I think we can.

No one can associate you|with the girl.

There are no witnesses|to your meeting except me,

and I'm your alibi|for the entire evening.

No, no. I mean,|can we really...

I mean,|she's-- she's--

She's a person, I know,|with an actual life,

and we're talking|about ending it.

You're right. That's...|That's pretty horrible.

But remember, we're talking|about 3 lives here--

hers and both of ours.

I just want to do|what's right.

I do, too.

And this is a moral issue,|but it's also a practical one.

The greatest good for|the greatest number of people.

It's a tough one, granted.

We save her, we screw us,|and vice versa,

But think--|Who's worth saving here?

Who's created this problem?

Someone is going to|get hurt, Bryce.

It's just|a question of who.

Anyway.

It's your decision to make.|I'll stand by whatever you say.

OK.

I guess I'll do it.

No, no, no. I'll do it.

You sure?

That's why you called.

What's that?

It's what|it looks like.

She gave you that?

It's weird|because I remember her

being really into it,|screaming like a champ.

I must have been|doing something right.

I need the key|now, Bryce.

What?

Handcuffs.

Oh.

[Exhales]

I'll be back|in a couple minutes.

What now?

You die.

Oh, God.

Huh!

All right.

[Alarm Ringing]

Oh! Sorry.

[Alarm Stops]

You need a hand?

No. I got her.

Sh*t. I forgot|her purse.

Just hang in there|a little longer.

I'll have you out|in two seconds.

I don't know if I want|to go through with this.

It's just a little longer.|Just hang in there, OK?

Nick, please.

Bryce:
|What are you doing?

What do you mean?

No, you're not|coming with me.

Yeah, I am.

No. I don't want you.|I can't use you.

What are you|going to do?

There's an incinerator|at the recycling plant.

I'm going to|put her in it.

Is that safe?

Nobody arrives|at work till 9:00,

now get out.|Come on.

Wait!|What about her car?

All right,|what about it?!

If they report her missing,|the police will track the car.

When they find it, they'll|ask around the Nocturne.

OK, fine.|I'll move it.

You'll need the keys.

You have them?

Look, I can't|stay here alone!

I just can't stay here.

I-- I need to eat|something.

OK.

I'll drop you off|to eat.

Then I'll deal|with the girl...

and then I'll deal|with her car.

OK?

OK.

OK.

[Starts Engine]

Isn't there a minimum|speed limit or something?

Man On Radio:
|# Glow worm, glimmer, glimmer #

# Lead us, lest too far|we wander #

# Love's sweet voice|is callin' yonder #

# Shine, little glow worm|glimmer, glimmer, hey #

#And don't get|dimmer, dimmer #

# Light the path|below, above #

#And lead us on|to love #

Ha ha ha!

What?

This song.

What about it?

It's all about sperm.

No, it's not.

Oh, come on.

'' Light the path that|leads us on to love''?

This little glow worm is like|Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Sperm,

leading|all the other sperm up.

Of course it is.

[Turns Off Radio]

You know, not|everything in the world

revolves around f***ing.

No,just most things.

No, they don't.

They revolve around|money and power

and sometimes spite.

You know what?|That's history's view.

Literature's view is|it's all about f***ing.

[Siren]

Oh, sh*t.

Nick, turn around.

Nick!

Goddamn it, Bryce,|calm the f*** down!

Sh*t, Nick.|Nick, turn around!

Calm down.|Calm down.

Slow down!|Slow down!

All right, we got a car|coming through!

Clear a lane there!|Clear a lane!

[Men Shouting]

Keep moving there.|Keep moving.

Let's get some hands|over here!

Pull around|to the left there.

You guys, over here.

Get that hose|straightened.

Bryce:
Nick? Nick, there's|a car following us.

Nick:
Keep it up,|Bryce.

Drunk and paranoid|looks good on you.

Sh*t! I think|it's a cop, Nick.

They're going to stop us.|What if they stop us?

What if they check|the trunk?

Shut the f*** up!

See?|It's not a cop.

Nick?

Man:
Time's up,|motherf***er!

Aah! Aah!

Get out|of the f***ing car!

Bryce:
Please!|Please! Please!

No! No! No!|No! No! No!

Don't hit--|Don't hit-- Don't hit me!

Don't hit me!|Don't hit me!

[Engine Revving]

You f***!

I'll f***ing kill you,|you son of a b*tch!

Ugh!

Nick!

Nick!

What are we|going to do now?

They just took the car!|They're going to find her!

Lissa, Lissa, Lissa,|Lissa, Lissa, Lissa...

Nick!

Nick, what are we|going to do?

Quiet!

Nick, they're going to--

They're going to|call the police.

Bryce,|they're car thieves.

They're not going to|call the police.

Nick, get up!

Come on.

Nick, get up.

Nick.

Nick, what--

I'll take care of it.

Just go home, OK?|Just go home.

But--

Just--Just...

[Telephone Rings]

[Ring]

Nick, Answering Machine:|This is Nick. Leave a message.

I'm here.|I'm here. I'm here.

[Beep]

Hello?

Man:
We got|something of yours.

Got two things|of yours, actually.

What do you|want me to do?

Stop checking your ass|out in the mirror.

You coming?

Man:
Boy, you got|a funny idea about chivalry.

When me and my lady|go driving,

she always rides|up front with me.

I thought our date|was Sunday.

It was.|I bumped it up.

Thought you might be getting|a little flighty.

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