Drive Hard Page #8

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Dance!

Dance, dance!

F***!

Oh, sh*t!

I'm sorry, I get a little

carried away when people shoot me.

- God damn it!

- B*tch!

Hey that's my girlfriend!

What do you say gents, call it a day?

Now I know... I don't want to

shoot you.

And I 'm pretty sure you don't

want to shoot us.

Whose f***ing phone is that?

Yeah.

Is everything taken care of?

We're taking care of it right now.

F***in' hell!

I think they're gone.

This is all your f***ing fault!

Give me the keys!

OK!

How do you want to handle this?

I'm gonna get up close and spread

'em out.

Don't leave me on the asphalt.

Alright, you just do your job.

I'll do mine.

Excuse me a minute.

Give me the f***ing thing!

Give it to me!

Give me it. Thank you!

F*** you motherf***er! Ha ha!!!

Give me 100 yards, 100 yards!

Come on!

How does it feel?

I feel better.

And you? Feel better?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Take a left.

They've turned.

Pick up the pace. Come on.

Come on, Come on!

What are our chances

of getting through this thing?

- 50-50.

Sh*t.

Bingo.

Mr. Rossi, the only thing around

here

is Pretty Mar's Marina.

They must have a boat stashed there.

Alright guys, look.

I don't want him dead just yet.

I want him available for...

punishment.

- They comin' for us?

- Yeah.

Alright, what's the plan?

Uh... you know my plan,

I've told you that.

- OK, here they come.

- Alright, punch it! Punch it!

OK!

Sh*t.

What was that?

Get to the end of the dock,

pull over, let me out...

I'll lose them.

You double around back and I'll meet you.

I don't understand what the f***

you're talking about!

- Ready?

- Yeah!

Ah sh*t!

Let's do this.

Don't shoot! Don't you f***ing shoot!

Go! Go! Go!

Come on you guys.

Yes, I 'm dealing with it.

Now you deal with this, alright?

It's a 250 mill muni bond.

You get 3.75 for papering the deal.

150 to 175 bps

is the play here you moron.

Don't insult people.

Well if you don't want to play,

I'll take my money to Enrico.

I'll have it before you wake up,

and go f*** yourself, Larry.

Because that's all you're going to get.

Yeah, my cock up your ass!

I'll call you back, Larry.

You don't need to do anything rash,

alright?

- You don't need to kill me.

- No, no, no...

As the Buddha said... to change

the course of even a foul, putrid river

is in itself an evil thing.

I'm paraphrasing of course.

Sh*t!

What the f*** is this?

You know my favorite story about

the Buddha?

It's the only one I know, actually.

Son of a b*tch!

There was a local monastery.

But it had fallen into disrepute.

So, the local monk...

knows that this is a totally

f***ed up situation.

Yeah, it's a very f***ed up

situation, Keller.

He doesn't know what to do because he's

looking around and it's filled with

- treacherous whores and liars and thieves!

- That's Walker.

And cocksuckers... everywhere!

No disrespect to cocksuckers,

you know.

Ah, God damn it!

So, he goes up to the local sage,

the man who was achieved enlightenment.

And he says to him,

"What do I do?"

"This f***ing place... is a

whorehouse"

"and it's filled with greedy bastards."

- Hell of a place to break down.

- Yeah, a hell of a place.

What... what are you doing, inspector?

I'm just cleaning up loose ends.

"They should all be round up

and chained..."

"to a trash heap in Australia"

"and be allowed to feed on only

the local vegetation!"

What the f*** is this, Keller?

You chased them. They ambushed you.

Just f***ing let me go, Keller!

You want to f*** with me? Huh?

"You fool. Don't you realize"

"the reason you failed is because

you didn't know"

"the Buddha was living amongst you

the whole time."

Nobody knew who the Buddha was!

Nobody knew what to do!

Mick, it's one thing taking money

under the table.

But killing one of our own?

Stupid bastard.

So they all treated each other

with compassion and kindness.

And the monastery was returned to

its former glory.

You and that cankerous f***ing wife

didn't want children anyway, did you?

Oh God!

Consume the truth.

Hey. Are you alright?

- Do you think she loves me?

- No.

I was hoping you'd... say yeah.

I don't think she does.

But I think she's gonna learn

to respect you.

It's just one guy's...

one guy's opinion.

- I've been shot.

- I know.

That explains the hole in your arm.

- But you're all right.

- There's a hole in my arm!

Yeah, but you're all right.

You know what? I'm all right.

- Ow!

- Oh, sorry.

Here, put that on.

I'll do it, I'll do it.

Okay, right to the wheel.

Yeah... right to the wheel.

Oh, listen to that. The church bell

rings.

You think you're gonna make it?

50-50.

Hell of a ride, huh?

- I still don't like you.

- I know.

Hey, where do you want it?

- Want what?

- Well you got to make it look good.

I've been shot!

Do you want to go to jail,

or not?

Look, I'm trying to help you.

Look, you want to risk, risk it.

It's whatever you want, man.

I've got no dog in this fight.

- If you're gonna punch me just...

- Christ!

- Damn it!

- It hurts!

Look at us. Here we are.

- The sirens coming.

- And $9 million.

Hey, you want me to leave it somewhere

or wired into an account?

No... No, I don't.

If you change your mind,

let me know.

- I'll look you up.

- Great.

I've gotta run.

- Hey, Keller!

- Yeah?

I'm sorry.

For God sakes, for what, man?

I'm sorry for shooting you in the face.

But you didn't shoot me.

I know, but if it was loaded,

I would've shot you.

I would have pulled the trigger.

You did pull the trigger.

I did pull the trigger and I'm sorry.

I know it's going to take you a

while...

these things... you know...

You don't get over it...

right away. It takes time.

It's been a hard drive, you know?

Bail again was refused

for accused banker, Mario Rossi...

I've got you for 2 pm Wednesday

Mr. Kepler.

- Uh-huh. No, unfortunately

- Fugitive bank robber Simon Keller

- Mr. Roberts is no longer with us.

- remains at large.

But Mr. Nelson will take care of you.

- Peter Roberts the driving instructor,

whose heroic actions uncovered

the criminal activities

of the International Band and Trust,

has been besieged

with sponsorship offers

for his return to racing.

Mr. Roberts?

This is what is mean by...

domestic bliss?

- How 's your arm?

- It hurts.

I'm not surprised after last night.

Weren't you going to ask me where

it hurts?

Daddy, Daddy, there's someone

out front!

- Jeffries

- Roberts.

Talk to me, pal.

I wanted you to see it before we

took it to the track.

I see it, I see it.

V8 engine, 450 horsepower ,

ventilated Brembo brakes.

Six-speed sequential.

Yeah. Safest car on the market.

Yeah, look at that roll cage.

- Safe as a house.

- Yeah.

Look at the roll bar in there, baby.

- Look... it's safe.

- I don't like it.

Why? Are you...

Are you afraid I'll make more money

than you?

No, I 'm afraid that you might die.

So she... she cares about me.

She likes me. Ah!

She loves me...

She loves me!

And if she loves me...

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