Betrayed Page #7

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have to shoot anybody.

- And what if we do?

- Then we do.

She ain't gonna shoot nobody.

- She will if she has to.

- No, she won't.

- You scared?

- Why do you want me to go in?

- You got a better eye than I do.

- That ain't the reason.

Reason enough.

I'm gonna go get the kids.

- Mom's gonna bring 'em.

- Well, I'll save her the trouble.

(TELEVISION)

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Who'd you call?

- When?

Who'd you call on the way to Mom's?

You followed me? Is that what you did?

Who the f*** did you call?!

Go on! Get up to your rooms!

I called your mother.

I told her I was comin'.

Mom? Did Katie call you

before she picked up the kids?

Yeah, she called and said

for me to get them ready.

TV:
...to investigate

presidential candidate Jack Carpenter

for alleged misappropriation

of campaign funds.

Thanks, Mom.

Oh, boy. Yes, I've heard the reports.

No, I'm not concerned.

I think this shows that some people

are being made

very nervous by my candidacy.

What do you need me for?

I should keep the car running.

It's a little late for that crap now.

You're goin'.

- You boys know Chicago?

- I'm from Boston.

- Not me. I'm from Tallahassee.

- Let's go!

- We know Chicago, don't we, Shorty?

- Sure do.

- Wesley? (LAUGHS)

- What's so funny?

Ah, just thinkin'. My great-grandaddy

used to rob stagecoaches.

No sh*t? My great-grandaddy

was the town marshal.

My grandfather owned a bank.

I manage a bank myself.

The wind is startin' to blow.

You're gonna wanna zip that up.

It's a bulletproof vest.

(SCREAMS)

Good morning! We rob banks!

- Lay on the ground.

- Get on the floor!

- Get on the floor! Get over here!

- Listen up!

- Don't move! Get on the ground!

- You two, get over there!

You blink your eyes and

I'll blow your goddamn head off!

We don't want any heroes today!

I mean that!

(BABY GURGLES)

- GARY:
What happened?

- WES:
It's all right.

Nice shot.

Katie, come on.

Thank you, everybody. Have a nice day!

(ALARM GOES OFF)

(SHOUTING ABUSE)

Sh*t. Shut the f*** up!

You call yourself a cop? You f***ed...

Shut up!

When you get on Lake Shore Drive,

hang a left.

- (WES HOWLS WITH PAIN)

- Shut up!

KATIE:
Take him out.

Shut the f*** up!

Call yourself a f***ing cop?

- SHORTY:
About four blocks!

- GARY:
All right.

- Watch your speed.

- I'm goin' slow. Don't worry about it.

(WES CRIES OUT)

GARY:
Shut up!

He's dead.

Katie, come on, let's go. Why don't you

drive home? I'll see you tomorrow.

Shorty and I will take care of Wes.

You did real good.

I don't understand. There was only

supposed to be three guards in that bank.

- Michael, I... I shot a guard.

- He was gonna kill you.

- It was self-defence.

- He was an innocent.

He was caught in a crossfire.

We didn't know he'd be there. I'm sorry.

You're sorry? Where were you?

- We decided to let it happen.

- Great, without telling me.

We couldn't contact you.

We don't want 'em for bank robbery.

We wanna know how they'll use

the money. They netted 3.2 million

on four bank heists across the country.

They're buildin' some kind of a war chest.

- And what about Wes?

- What about him?

You said he was onto ya.

I took him out. Didn't wanna risk it.

Oh, you did it for me.

Yes, I did it for you.

And the world's a better place.

Look, Michael. Just forget it.

I've had it.

You've had enough, huh?

That's it. Another job half done.

Kinda like the dcor here, your stint

with the Peace Corps, our relationship.

- You never cared about us.

- I care a great deal about you, Cathy.

- No, you don't.

- You ended us, not me.

That was self-defence.

The guard's OK. He's out of danger.

She's troubled about killing old Wes.

How do you feel about

droppin' that piece of sh*t, Al?

Terrific.

Like cleaning something off my shoe.

Katie!

Katie!

I missed you. I didn't think

you were ever coming back.

I always think about you, Rachel.

I love you.

- A whole big bunch?

- A whole big bunch.

- Are you all alone?

- Joey's in his room.

Rachel...

Remember you said

we didn't have to have secrets any more?

Yeah, and I told you about the Jews

and the n*ggers and the sons of Cain.

Do you still think it's right

to hurt other people?

What about all those little girls

whose daddies have black skin?

Don't you think they love their daddies

just as much as you do?

In America we can do anything we want,

except hurt other people.

- Can I tell Daddy?

- No, this'll be our secret.

Best friends always have secrets.

- I don't have a best friend.

- Neither do I. And I need one.

- Me too.

- Do you know what a cow kiss is?

RACHEL:
I showed you what it was.

(DOOR OPENS)

Daddy's here. You don't need me any more.

Hi.

Oh, I know it's rough the first time.

I know that.

But, Katie, whew,

you were so relaxed when... bam!

- Girl, you got the instinct.

- No!

- Yeah, you do. I know you.

- No, I don't. What did we do it for?

- What?

- What did we rob a bank for?

What did Wes die for?

What did I shoot somebody for?

You're upset.

I understand that. OK, listen.

You tell me.

Who's that money for?

Friends of ours.

What friends?

Friends.

The devil's right hand,

The devil's right hand

My mama said the pistol

was the devil's right hand

- No smooching.

- That's gross.

I love this place. You know,

it could be so good again for them.

Like it was for me

when I was a little kid.

We're gonna make it good

for 'em again, ain't we, Katie? Ain't we?

- Huh?

- Yeah, Gary.

Yeah. Oh, yes, we are.

Marry me.

Will you marry me?

Ah, you don't have to answer me right now.

That's the power plant there.

They got three guards, 24 hours a day.

Our boys back East will knock that out.

Kill all the lights in Jew York City.

What the hell's that gonna prove?

They got ten guys dressed as cops

who are gonna go into Harlem

and shoot the n*ggers.

Hot damn. That's what

I'm gonna do. That is fun.

- What do you wanna do, Dean?

- I wanna go to Harlem.

N*ggers are gonna riot.

They think this country's theirs.

But we're gonna show 'em it ain't.

In San Francisco, we're gonna kill

some faggots. And in Chicago...

Sickago,

we're gonna put four loads

of dynamite in the courthouse.

Mother of sh*t!

This country ain't gonna know

what the f*** happened.

- What about the hit?

- We do that three days before.

- That's what sets it off.

- Who's the target?

Who's gonna do it, Gary?

Me and you.

- I went for a drive.

- I didn't ask where you'd been.

Yes.

Yes?

Yes?

Yes? Whoo!

Come on, let's call Mom.

- What's her number?

- My mom?

- Yeah.

- 214...

817-1701.

Mrs Phillips? Yeah. Hold on, please.

Hi, Mom? I'm gettin' married.

No, I'm not kiddin'.

- No, it's... it's true. Yeah.

- Gimme that.

- Mrs Phillips?

- Call her Emma.

Uh, Emma. Yeah. Hi. I'm Gary Simmons.

And I'm the lucky guy.

Well, when are we gonna do it, Katie?

Do what?

Do what? When are we gonna get married?!

- Shh. The kids are sleeping.

- Oh, they're OK. How about tomorrow?

Well, I gotta wait

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