Bulletproof Page #5

Charlie!

Devil's Dropoff!

235 feet straight down.

Kinda hard

to make out in the dark.

I'd like to make out with you

in the dark, Charlie. Come here.

- Get outta here! Get off me!

- Don't be so shy!

- Yeah!

- All right, Charlie!

Ahhh!

Yeah.

Mr. Colton, I've lost 'em,

and I don't know where they are.

Gimme a second.

F***in' idiot prick!

Naturally, if you lost 'em,

you don't know where they are.

- You f***in' idiot.

- Sorry.

- Where might they be?

- Probably on their way to Los Angeles.

See you later.

Thanks for being a hero, Charlie.

Oh, great, you're puttin'

the handcuffs back on. Thanks!

It's Finch.

It's gotta be Finch.

- Something I don't understand, though.

- What's that?

He's a special D.E.A. Officer. These

guys don't usually flip out like that.

Colton can fix anybody he thinks might

be able to help him in the long run.

You f***in' piece of sh*t!

You ruined my life! Sorry, I'm sorry.

Hey, where're you going

right now?

- Callin' the FBI.

- What?

Did you not listen

to a word I said?

What are you telling me? Colton's

got FBI agents in his pockets, too?

Is it the plate in your head?

I don't remember you being this stupid.

Look, Colton's got notebooks

with people's names in it, all right?

Cops, judges, FBI agents.

I know this 'cause I used to write

some of those names in there myself.

You just don't want the FBI

involved because you think...

it'll be easier for you to run

if it's just me and you.

You know what your problem is?

You see everything in black and white.

You don't realize there's a gray area

in life. That's where most people live.

Know what? Spare me

your ignorant philosophy.

I think I trust the FBI a little more

than a guy that shot me in my head.

Call me wacky.

Yeah, the bus

comes in at 7:
00.

Right. Okay. Good-bye.

Hey, man.

Can I call my mother?

- For what?

- Because, you just got me killed...

I figure I'll talk

to her one last time.

- No.

- Come on, man.

You know I talk

to her every Tuesday.

She's gonna get all nervous

if I don't call. Please.

Do you have any change?

Come on.

You know, I always did like your Mom.

How's she doin'?

Well, if she could stop drinkin' all

that booze and smokin' all that weed...

I guess she'd be all right.

The doctor says... Hey, don't

talk about my mother, by the way.

What are you getting

all defensive about?

Because it would break my mother's heart

if she knew what you did to me.

I was just doing my job,

that's what I did to you.

My mother loved you! She said

you were my only real friend.

It's ringing.

You didn't tell her

what happened, did you?

No.

I wouldn't do that.

Will you please help?

Thank you.

Mom? Hey!

How's it goin'?

Mom, are you high?

Geez, what else is new?

Okay.

Ah-ha, Rock Keats

is doin' just fine.

Yes, he is.

He's right here.

He's with me.

You want to talk to him?

- Well, I'll put him on the phone!

- I don't want to.

You've got nothing to feel guilty about.

You said so.

- I don't want to talk to her.

- Just talk to Mommy.

Carter, Mommy.

Right there.

It's all right.

Hi, Ma.

Yeah, I'm doing great.

No, I have

a new girlfriend now.

Yeah. Named Traci.

No, not Staci, Traci.

No, she's not like

the whore in Mexico. No.

Yeah, I'm taking care of your Archie.

I know, and...

Well, he's my

best friend too.

Okay.

Well, I look forward

to seeing you. Okay.

Sweet potato pie?

That's wonderful.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Mmwah.

Back at you.

- You know I'm gonna kill you, right?

- Carter, stop that.

# Until the day when

I become what I will be #

- # Oh, hey #

- # Until the day when memories are not to see #

- # Always #

- # Until the day when we see sunshine through the clouds #

- # Always #

- # Until the day when we see sunshine through the clouds #

# Oh, hey #

All right.

These are our guys.

The Blues Brothers?

Yeah.

Look. Guess which one

of them is your real father?

The one with the hat.

Detective Carter?

Special Agents Gentry and Cole.

Man, am I glad

to see you guys.

- Gentry and Cole, eh?

- Yeah. So what?

Don't mind him,

he's simple.

I guess you boys

had a pretty rough ride.

Man, you can

say that again.

Darrel Gentry,

Darrel Gentry, Darrel Gentry.

- That's my name, don't wear it out.

- First name is Darrel, right?

Yeah. Named after

my mother's brother.

Talk about simple!

Old Uncle Darrel

was a goddamned pinhead!

Yeah. Now, how

did I know your first name?

What's that?

Your first name.

How did I know that?

Hell, I don't know. I suppose

I said something back at the station.

Oh, that's right.

Keats, remember that?

He goes, "Hey, I'm Darrel Gentry,"

right at the station.

He goes "Darrel.

I'm Darrel Gentry. "

Yeah, 'cause it's not like

I'm a psychic.

If I was a psychic, I would

have made you out for a cop.

We wouldn't be in this

damn mess in the first place.

How the hell do you

shut him up?

Oh, well,

this usually works.

Keats, get the wheel!

Oh, you gonna shoot that sh*t?

Get the hell out of my car.

- Get out!

- Uugh!

You all right? Good.

It's time to roll.

Oh, my God,

the guy looks like a tumbleweed!

- The Rock and Archie Show.

- Yeah, you did good, kid.

Yeah. I told you I was telling

the truth about them FBI guys.

Okay, so you told the truth.

Just like I was telling the truth

about how shooting you was an accident.

Hey. Don't go there.

Hey, man. I may not know you,

where you're really from,

what school you really went to...

or whether or not your Dad

really was a smack-head.

But you know me, man.

Say it. Tell me I ain't a liar.

Say it, Keats.

- You ain't a liar.

- Hallelujah.

Hey, Moe. My father

really did die...

with a needle in his arm.

You're the only person

I ever told that to.

I wish I could hug you,

but I got these goddamn handcuffs on.

Stick your finger in your ass, Alfie.

Hey, the reason Colton

wants me so bad...

and the reason the DA was so willing

to make a deal with me...

is 'cause I know how

Colton's whole operation works.

From how he imports the drugs to how he

launders the money through his car dealership.

It's all written in them notebooks

I was tellin' you about.

- The ones with the names?

- You could make a case against Colton...

that would put him away for 20 lifetimes

and I could help you get them...

- If... I let you go?

- The cops don't give a sh*t about me. They want Colton.

No can do.

How can you do this

to me?

Look, you're giving up Colton,

all right?

- You're not gonna do much time.

- Oh, yeah, okay.

Smuggling dope, shooting a cop,

I'll see you in ten years.

That's if your boy Vince doesn't

pick me off on the way to headquarters.

I'm not taking you

to headquarters.

I'm taking you

to my precinct.

I know people there

I can trust.

You'll be all right.

We were friends, Keats.

Friends.

Doesn't that

mean anything to you?

Don't give me that sh*t about

you were just doing your job,

- 'cause that's crap!

- Hey. I was doin' my job then...

- and I'm doin' my job now.

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