Blown Away Page #6

You really don't have to leave.

[Franklin] Kate!

'Max O'Bannon. '

Jimmy?

Hi.

Jimmy, are you okay?

Max could never get the bubbles

to work.

You thinking of checking out?

Huh?

Taking the easy way out?

Talk to me!

Come on. Answer me!

Answer me, Jimmy!

Fight! Fight!

How can I fight him if I can't find him?

Where is he? I'll fight him!

What the hell are you doing here?

I told you to get away from me.

Katie, you don't know this guy.

You don't know me.

You don't know what I've done.

No, I don't know

what you've done...

but I do know you,

and you're not like him.

I love you, Jimmy.

He was at the beach house.

- He was... Katie, where are you going?

- The concert's tonight.

- Katie!

- I'm not hiding anymore.

A special live performance

of the '1812 Overture' on A&E...

with Fourth of July fireworks.

You found us then, Liam.

And on your new country's birthday

as well!

[Laughing]

- You always made us laugh, Ryan.

- We had some good times, didn't we?

We did.

You're not fun anymore.

You got any weapons on you?

Oh, no. No.

Just this.

Look. Now, are you going to blow

my brains out or shoot my finger off?

What do you think would be

the safest course of action?

- Think it over.

- Why don't you do it?

I'm tired of war.

Go ahead. Take us both.

No, it's not for us.

It's for your lovely wife.

It could be her farewell performance.

Now you'll be backing away from me

with that goddamn pistol.

You're chickenshit.

There she is sawing away

on her fiddle...

for 500,000 beautiful Americans

celebrating revolution.

I'll bet little Lizzy is there as well.

She's waiting for the fireworks.

Don't give me your political bullshit.

You're doing this out of revenge!

She's waiting for the rockets' red glare

and the bombs doing you know what.

No!

You might want to mind your feet.

Betty's a very particular girl.

I hate guns.

You fell for it.

That wasn't the real trigger. This is.

The real fireworks for Katie

and Lizzy will be later.

So why don't you settle down

with Betty.

Maybe you'll catch it on the telly.

I wasn't expecting you so early.

It's funny how things

always work out for the best.

You remember how much

we used to love to sing, Liam?

Our fedders rent in twain

And Ireland long a province

Be a nation once again

Down the hatch, Liam.

I'll be leaving you with my masterpiece.

I'd love to show you how it works,

but really there's no time.

You bring your handcuffs, lad?

Lieutenant? Lieutenant?

- Come on, Tony!

- Watch out!

Let's go!

- It's gonna blaze! Let's go now!

- What have you done with Katie?

- Let's go.

We've gotta get to Katie!

Ryan, where is it?

Where's the bomb?

Forget it, man!

It's too late!

We've gotta get to Katie!

Give me your hand, Jimmy.

Come on!

- Where's your car?

- What's going on?

- Katie's in trouble.

- Where is she?

Where are the fireworks?

Watch your mom.

They'll be along soon.

You said thanks, didn't ya?

- Thanks. Now we're even.

- I don't think so.

Wow!

Come on!

- Can't this piece of sh*t go faster?

- Faster.

Whoo! Wow!

Whoo! Wow!

Oh, damn it!

Come on, come on!

Police! Police!

Police! Do you see her?

Do you see her?

I'm with the orchestra.

I'm right over there.

Come on, Mom.

Look how pretty they are.

- Just hurry.

- I don't wanna go.

- Come on, honey.

- It just started.

Katie!

Katie! Police!

I'm bomb squad! Katie!

[Engine Revs]

I need your bike!

Bomb squad! Katie!

Don't touch the brakes.

There's something in the car.

What?

Listen to me. Whatever you do,

don't put your foot on the brake.

Take your foot off the gas

and downshift.

- Do it!

- It doesn't work!

Oh, sh*t! All right.

- What about the emergency?

- No. Don't touch anything.

Hi, Lizzy.

Tell you what.

Why don't you get in the backseat?

Attagirl.

Lizzy, put your seat belt on.

Hi.

- Oh, give me a break.

- Now?

- No, not you!

- Oh, no!

- Hold on!

Stop!

- Jimmy, it's a dead end.

- Mom, put on your brakes.

If you're gonna do something,

do it now.

Oh, sh*t!

Now, hit it!

Let's get outta here!

Come on. Get out.

Let's get outta here.

Come on.

Get outta here now.

There's a bomb in the car!

- Where's Kate?

- Clear the area! Get it marked off!

Let's close this street off

over here!

- Where's Gaerity?

- It's okay. He's gone.

- Where is he?

- It doesn't matter.

You okay? You all right?

Get back!

It's all right, sweetheart.

It's okay.

Don't you ever get tired

of being a hero, Jimmy? I'm sorry.

It's, ah, Liam.

- Right?

- What are you, a detective?

I'm bomb squad.

The real question is who are you?

I'll tell you what.

Here, you give this to Captain Roarke.

Tell him whatever the hell

you wanna tell him.

I gotta tell him the truth.

I gotta tell him...

how I tracked the terrorist...

I disarmed the bomb...

and I saved the day.

And I'm a hero!

And everybody loves a hero.

So you just go back to your wife

and your kid...

and you leave this here

for us heroes.

It's not in your heart anymore,

is it, Jimmy?

Job well done, Tony... Anthony.

Thanks, man.

- Oh!

Don't do that!

Come on!

Get outta here!

Let's close off this area.

Can't you people

do anything without me?

You okay?

You're a hell of a driver!

Come here, lizard.

Gimme a kiss.

Let's get outta here.

- What happened to your leg?

- Nothing, sweetheart.

- It's all bloody.

- Had a little trouble at work.

- Let's get you fixed up.

- I thought we were going to 'Compost. '

Quepos.

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