Best Men Page #6

HoId on!

What are you doing? Move that car!

Up yours.

Go, BiIIy! God damn you! Go!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

I'm gonna take him out

if it's the Iast thing I do.

This is from SoI.

l, Sol Jacobs, being of not so sound mind

for getting caught up in this mess...

...and obviously not of sound body,

l'm dead...

...do hereby declare this

my last will and testament.

l bequeath everything l have

to my friend Jesse Reilly.

l don't know what three years

of a man's life is worth...

...but one thing l do know...

...is that life itself ain't

worth much without love.

l guess that makes you

one of the richest men l know.

l love you, Jesse...

...at least as much as a man

can love another man...

...without being gay. Sorry, Buzz.

As for you other guys,

your legal fees far exceed...

...anything l have left to give to you.

So, l bequeath to you

my eternal friendship.

l do have one final request.

Remember me.

How about an interview?

What?

Do you have anything to say to America?

''To thine own seIf be true.''

What?

I'm a Green Beret, I Iove my country...

...and I'm gay.

-Let's go. Move it.

-I'm trying.

AII right, I'm sick of this sh*t.

Car!

Jesus.

Why don't you

smoke crack whiIe you're at it?

No turning back now.

You guys, they're getting cIoser.

Come on, baby! Come on!

We gotta do something.

Turn here.

-What?

-Just do it!

Sh*t! They jumped the goddamn ramp.

We got 'em now.

There's no exit on that road untiI Castaic.

This is Hoover.

Suspects are on Highway 91.

Set up the roadbIock at OId MiII Road.

We'II cut them off at the pass.

What the f*** was that?

Red Dog 1, this is Gonzo.

We have our boys in sight.

Gonna pIuck a few chickens

before the woIves get here.

I want my snipers Iining

the entire perimeter.

-Is that cIear?

-Yes, sir.

I want snipers up in the tree Iines.

The rest,

position yourseIves around these cars.

-What's he doing?

-Come on, we gotta cIimb onboard.

-That's crazy.

-You got a better idea?

Come on.

Come on, Iet's go!

Come on! We're running out of time!

-Be carefuI!

-AII right, cIimb up. Come on.

Bring it in here!

Hope, come on up!

Come on! You got it!

Sh*t!

-Jesse, hang on!

-I'm okay!

CIimb on up, Hope!

Hope.

-What the heII was that?

-I don't know.

-Okay.

-Grab his hand.

Hope, come on!

Take my hand!

Red Dog 1, got gooks on the wire.

CIoser!

-Grab for it! Come on!

-I'm trying!

-Okay.

-Go!

HoId on!

Why are we sIowing down?

They rigged the f***ing gauge.

I gotta get them out of here.

Come on! BiIIy, Iet's go!

Take the money!

-What are you doing?

-Take it!

Go!

Come on, BiIIy!

-There's not enough time!

-BuIIshit! Come on!

Red Dog 1, I am taking fire.

Go!

BiIIy, get them out of here!

Go! Live Iong and procreate!

Red Dog 1...

...we are headed for the border.

-What is that?

-It's our wedding present.

Stay cooI, you guys.

Good Iuck, you aII.

See ya.

We got a caII from Pursuit.

The hostages are recovered unharmed.

Good. They're aII mine now.

When they come around the bend...

...I want the driver

and their tires taken out.

Standard procedure--

I don't give a f*** about procedure

and don't have time for insubordination.

Now, Iock and Ioad.

Yes, sir.

''To be, or not to be:

''That is the question:

''Whether 'tis nobIer in the mind to suffer...

''...the sIings and arrows

of outrageous fortune...

''...or to take arms

against a sea of troubIes...

''...and by opposing end them?

''To die:
to sIeep;

''No more;

''And by a sIeep to say

we end the heart-ache...

''...and the thousand naturaI shocks

that fIesh is heir to...

''...'tis a consummation

devoutIy to be wish'd.

''To die;

''To sIeep;

''Perchance to dream:

''Ay, there's the rub;

''For in that sIeep of death

what dreams may come...

''...when we have shuffIed off

this mortaI coiI must give us pause.

''Who wouId fardeIs bear,

to grunt and sweat under a weary Iife...

''...but that the dread

of something after death...

''...the undiscover'd country...

''...from whose bourn no traveIer returns,

puzzIes the wiII...

''...and makes us rather

bear those iIIs we have...

''...than fIy to others that we know not of?

''Thus conscience does make

cowards of us aII.''

On my order, Carter.

''Be aII my sins remember'd.''

A IittIe cIoser.

And....

Now.

So much for that margarita.

How many you got Ieft?

One.

Yeah.

Me, too.

That's aII it takes.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Cease fire!

They're down, sir.

Sir?

SoI!

Stay out of the water!

Come here, you.

Hi, baby.

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