Catchfire Page #5

Oh.

Okay, I admit it... I f***ed up.

You happy now?

( Brakes squeal )

Where does this road lead to?

It's a dead end.

All right, stop.

( Bleating )

Ah, thank God.

You know how to fly

one of these things?

What? No.

Lucky I do, huh?

- ( Milo laughs )

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I do.

Get in there.

You're all right, Milo.

Yeah, I hope you're right.

- ( Blades whirring )

- Wait here a minute.

Hang on.

You vicious son of a b*tches!

( Firing ) - (

brakes squealing )

( bullets zinging )

- ( helicopter rising )

- ( all firing )

( bullets zinging )

This whole area here

used to be a city...

Anasazi Pueblo. Thousands

of families lived here.

It was like f***in' L.A.

Those cliffs over there

used to be the waterfront...

The Navaho state.

They're the largest

navy in the world.

This was all underwater.

Then one day, the Rocky Mountains

rose and the ocean left.

But that was over

200 million years ago.

Uh-huh.

Oh, sh*t.

Milo, honey,

about that fight we had...

I really want to work this

out, just in case, you know.

Forget it.

- ( Firing )

- Anne!

( Bullets zinging )

Milo:
Okay!

I thought you didn't smoke.

I don't.

What's the plan, Milo?

What do we do now?

I don't think there's

anything that we can do.

What do you mean?

I think we played this out as far

as we're going to be allowed.

Allowed?

You don't know

these people like I do.

Sh*t, I was the one that was

living in the dreamworld.

Anne:

Come back to the party, Milo.

You're a hit man,

for Christ's sake.

Milo:

What's that supposed to mean?

Anne:
It means you hit people.

Hit them.

Oh, sure, just hit

a couple Mafia dons

and their Beverly Hills lawyers.

Sure, yeah, why not? Yeah.

Exactly. Why not?

Leo!

Grace, if you don't

get the f*** out of here,

there's going to be more

than red wine

spilled on

those white f***ing couches.

F***ing dead. I'm dead.

Sh*t!

F***.

You think the old man

knows about the helicopter yet?

Presumably.

( Phone ringing )

I imagine that'll be Avoca now.

Greek, get that.

If it's for me, I ain't here.

Hello?

Who?

Have you... have you thought

about taking a vacation, Leo?

You and Grace?

I got friends in South Africa.

Greek:
It's him.

It's him... it's Milo.

Give me that phone.

Hello?

Milo, it's you?

Yeah, where are you?

Where's the girl?

I killed her.

I want to do a deal.

Uh, hello, Mr. Milo.

This is John Luponi.

Are you sure

you've killed this girl?

We had the impression

you were fairly close.

I may have lost it

for a minute, but not now.

I killed her as an act

of good faith.

And I expect some consideration

in return here.

What do you want?

I want to talk.

Get him here. Get him here.

Well, we want to talk too,

Mr. Milo.

Why don't you come on over here?

We were just sitting down for

lunch... a nice friendly lunch.

( Iaughs ) No way.

I'll meet you

in the high desert... Lancaster.

That's out

of the question, Milo.

Uh, why don't we

meet at my office?

What you think I am, stupid?

Think of some other place,

Luponi... someplace nice, open.

What about San Pedro?

Where you popped Rianetti?

The refinery?

That's good.

Do you know where San Pedro is,

where the refineries are?

No, I don't. No, I don't want...

Hey, hey, that's our last offer, a**hole.

Take it or get f***ed!

It's easy to find, Milo.

And it would be convenient

for all of us.

All right, bring... you come,

Luponi, and bring Greek.

Ask him when.

Oh, yes. What time, Milo?

Five hours from now.

That's a long time, Milo.

I gotta get there first.

We got a confession

of two murders.

Four hours to get into place.

( Sighs )

Let's go.

I want this f***.

I want this f***.

I want to make him see red rats.

- We got him.

- Greek:
Yeah.

( Door dinging )

That's Carelli's car.

Man:
Oh, yeah.

Seen any heat?

- We're clean.

- All right.

Luponi:
Try not to sweat so much, Leo.

You could short out your wire.

Where the f*** are they, huh?

Greek:
Hey, look at all

these pink ribbons, boss.

Carelli:
Follow those, Greek.

( Machines whirring )

( motor humming )

( metal clanging )

Be careful, Greek!

Put it down.

Good boy.

Liquid hydrogen.

One spark's all it takes.

Whole place could go up.

Carelli:
So? You'd go up too!

So what? Huh?

How you been, Milo?

You're looking good.

Hey, I feel good, Greek.

Feeling good.

( Rifle fires ) - ( grunts )

( c*cks rifle )

Go in there and finish it.

Hey, let's go!

Man:
Come on, let's move it!

Come on.

Oh, he was going

to shoot you, Milo.

Not Luponi...

Luponi wasn't dangerous.

These are the dangerous ones.

All:
Yeah, come on,

let's go, let's go!

Come on, boss, Milo's all right.

What's the matter with this

trigger-happy little b*tch?

Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna shoot you too.

- F*** this!

- Anne:
Shoot him!

Shoot him, he's getting away.

Anne, shut the f*** up!

- Go on.

- Thanks, Milo.

What, are you gonna leave me,

you fuckheads?!

Ah.

( Whistles )

Hey, boss, how come

they're not following us?!

Ahh!

Move in, move in.

( Sirens wailing )

Out of the car!

Put your hands on your head!

Man:
Go, go!

( Soft music playing )

( saxophone playing )

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