Cadillac Man Page #6

We want to know what it is.

- M-2 plastic.

- Plastic?

Plastique?

Oh, sh*t.

M-2 plastique.

You tell him

we don't believe him.

Where the hell did he get that?

Jersey.

What does he want?

- What do you want, Lar?

- I don't know.

Come on. Talk to me.

What do you want me

to tell them, Larry?

You don't want me to tell

'em the truth, do you?

'Cause if I tell them the truth,

it's gonna get on the news...

and the whole city will hear

your dirty laundry.

- Do you want that?

- Yeah... I mean, no!

Then what do you

want me to tell 'em?

Tell 'em... I don't know

what I want to tell them.

But don't think

I ain't gonna kill you...

and all these a**holes!

I wasrt thinking

anything like that.

We're still waiting

to hear what he wants.

Come on. Let us know

who we're talking to.

He wants to know who you are.

He's talking to the N.Y.P.D.

No sh*t. He wants

to know your name.

Look at the tag on your chest.

It'll make it easier.

The name is Walters.

Here's the deal.

What's the plan, Larry?

- I told you, I don't know.

- We need a plan.

Tell 'em I don't

wanna talk to 'em.

He doesn't wanna talk to you.

If I did, I wouldn't

talk to 'em out there.

He won't talk to you

out there... or in here.

Actually, I don't

wanna talk at all.

- He doesn't wanna talk at all.

- Tell them to go away.

- Go away.

- What's his name?

Can't he talk for himself?

You don't have to push it

through my back to kill me.

It's a gun.

Bullets come out.

- What's his name?

- You wanna give 'em your name?

If I tell them my name,

they'll know who I am.

Good thinking. Why don't

you make one up?

Like what?

Anything you want.

You're in charge.

How about Smith?

Are you checking into a motel?

Give me a first name.

Chip, like from Charles.

Chip? That's a squirrel's name.

How about Charlie?

Charlie? That's a commie name!

It sounds Chinese.

How about Chuck?

That's an all-American name.

His name's Chuck.

- Tell them to go away.

- Go away!

You're doing good.

Man.

This ain't workir out

the way I thought it would.

You screwed up, like always.

Was I supposed to sit around

while you screw this guy...

and everything else that moves?

What kind of man would I be...

sitting around with

my johnson in my hand?

That's the only

place it's been.

You b*tch!

Move in!

We're gonna rush this place!

You guys should get

an apartment in Beirut.

- You'd be a lot happier.

- They're coming!

Larry, come back!

Don't shoot!

Did you see that?

Sh*t. I hit him!

It's my foot!

You see what I mean?

He always screws things up!

Shut up, b*tch!

Get away!

Get up! Come on!

Get down!

He shot a cop.

He hit one!

I hit him.

Larry, what did you do?

- He shot a cop!

- You shot a cop?

He shot a cop in the foot!

Larry, calm down.

You didn't shoot a cop.

You shot a foot, OK?

Just a foot.

Maybe only a shoe.

Turgeon Auto.

I hear you're having a sale.

Did you still have

that blue Allante?

I don't know if we have it.

We have two.

I know it says one day only,

but maybe call back tomorrow.

I'm tied up right now.

I've got to go. Thank you.

Joseph O'Brien is

the most wonderful man.

Joe. Joey. J-o-e-y.

Please get your dog to shut up!

Shut up, you tight-ass!

I have been in a hostage

situation all morning!

My husband's still in there.

Out of the way.

- Can you make a statement?

- Not now.

Come on. Move it.

Sir, you're the owner, right?

You're aware of the situation

across the street, the guns?

We're gonna take

your place over...

for about a half hour tops.

We want to set up a direct

line of communication...

telephone? Direct line

to the dealership, OK?

Are you going to eat?

We'll eat plenty.

Put my phone there.

Wasrt it scary?

It was the scariest thing.

I'm still shaking.

My knees.

Can I get it?

No way, man.

It's the cops.

It may be a customer.

It's a sale day.

I can tell it's the cops!

It's ringing weird!

OK, it's ringing weird.

What are you afraid of?

Cops can't see you

on the phone.

They can't hurt you,

they can't shoot you.

- Let me pick it up.

- No way.

It may be the phone company.

Can I get it?

It's making me nuts!

Let me pick up the phone!

Get it!

Turgeon Auto.

- This is the police.

- It's the cops.

We're talking to Walters

before. Who's this?

Who are you?

I'm Elvis, that's who I am.

I'm back from the dead

and I'm pissed.

I'm Joey O'Brien.

Who are you?

My name is Mason,

Captain Mason.

How you doing in there?

How am I doing? Well,

I started off the day...

I was gonna lose my job.

Now I may lose my life...

and I think I sh*t myself.

O'Brien, listen.

I understand your position.

Three hon gau.

Do what you have to,

but get this Chuck on the line.

You understand what I'm saying?

I know what you're saying.

We got a new guy here.

His name is Mason.

You should talk to him.

The cop I hit, how's he doing?

- Larry, Chip, Charlie...

- Chuck!

Chuck wants to know

how the cop he hit is.

He's going to be all right.

- He says he'll be all right.

- Thank God.

Now tell me,

what does he want?

He wants to know

what you want, Larry.

I told them already.

I want them to go away.

He wants you to go away.

That's very funny.

What does he want?

He says that's not

on the program.

Well, what am I going to do?

He's a little up in the air.

Can you give him a few minutes?

We'll give him one minute.

What are you talking,

one minute?

We're not under enough

pressure...

without you playing

"Beat the Clock"?

Get real here! This is

a guy who shot a cop.

He only shot him in the foot.

That doesn't mean

he's not dangerous!

You tell him!

Yeah, you start

telling him what to do...

who knows what he'll do to us?

You tell 'em I don't know

what the hell I'll do!

They got the idea, Larry.

We'll give him fifteen minutes.

Thanks, Mason, thank you

very goddamned much!

What an a**hole!

A**hole.

God damn it.

You want to drill

a hole in my neck...

- with that f***ing gun?

- Sorry.

What's this look all about?

Me? Who?

You, pretty boy.

What?

I bet this guy's

been doing Donna...

behind both our backs.

I really didn't...

I never even...

I didn't touch her, really.

What was the look all about?

Just Joey, I swear to God.

Just... Joey.

Larry, it's time we had

that private talk.

I'll tell you everything.

All right.

You and me.

Let's talk.

Everybody up!

Hurry!

All right. Nobody try

anything funny in here.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't...

Shut up!

Just cigarettes, Lar.

You smoke?

No, I don't.

It's a disgusting habit.

- Put it away.

- I'm trying to quit.

By the looks of things...

it ain't been so good

with you and Donna.

What's it to you, man?

If things were going good,

you wouldn't be doing her.

You think doing her...

is more important than

the happiness of two people?

If I thought there was

happiness at stake...

I wouldn't be doing her.

Right. So why are

you doing it, then?

Hey, didn't know it was

such a big deal...

till you came through

that door, Larry.

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