Falling Down Page #7

right next door.

SANDRA:

A G.I. Joe?

He's wearing the kind of jacket

you find in an Army-Navy store.

SANDRA:
I found her!

Trevino, Elizabeth.

PRENDERGAST:

Don't tell me.

Venice.

How'd you know?

Where else would an Italian move to?

FOSTER:

Look what I got.

We got a puppy.

We got a puppy.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

[PHONE RlNGS]

Hi, puppy!

No answer at the ex-wife.

-You send the cavalry?

SANDRA:
No, Pacific Division are pricks.

They can't send units to the same

address three times in a day...

...to comfort some hysterical woman.

-What do you want to do?

-Go to Venice.

[PHONE RlNGS]

Prendergast here.

Who the f*** is this?

Sh*t. It's your wife.

Oh, boy. Hon?

Yeah, "hon." I know who that was!

Mr. Peepers just scratched

the sh*t out of me...

...and I'm bleeding like a stuck pig.

Something important's come up.

What am I? Dog vomit?

Your wife says

she's bleeding to death...

...and you say something

important has come up?

-When are you coming home?

-I don't know.

Don't tell me you don't know.

I want to know when the hell

you're coming home, now!

Amanda, shut up!

Did you hear me?

Shut up!

I'll get home when I'm finished,

not a second before. Is that clear?

Is that clear?

You don't have to bite my head off.

And you have dinner ready

and waiting for me, okay?

And leave the skin on the chicken.

All right?

Goodbye.

Sh*t!

Let's go!

Surprise!

I'm sorry, Prendergast!

We tried and tried, but could not

fit your f***ing name on the cake!

Congratulations.

You made it out alive!

Listen, listen.

All right, hold it, hold it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment you've been waiting for.

This afternoon's entertainment,

Miss Suzie!

Suzie Q!

Do your thing!

Is this the retiring boy?

Wait, wait!

This is great, guys.

This is great.

I appreciate it, but I can't stay.

Jesus! What's your problem?

You afraid of women too?

I don't blame him.

You ever met his wife?

What did you say?

-What?

-What did you say?

Nothing.

We don't have time for this.

You're right.

FOSTER:

Ready, honey?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday...

...to you

No cake for you?

BETH:
If she doesn't want it,

don't force her.

FOSTER:

Okay, you can have the teddy.

Time to go horsy!

[ADELE CRIES]

FOSTER:
It's okay. Horsy!

It's okay.

Giddyap, giddyap.

BETH:
She doesn't want to.

FOSTER:
Just put her on the horse!

FOSTER:

There we go! Horsy ride.

She doesn't want to.

FOSTER:
Put her on the horse!

BETH:
You can't force her like that.

FOSTER:

I bought her the goddamn horse.

Here we go! Horsy ride.

BETH:
You're scaring her.

I want you to stop this.

FOSTER:
Come on, honey.

It's your birthday. It's the pier.

It's your favorite place.

You love the pier.

FOSTER:

Why do you do this?

[TIRES SCREECH]

Take the back.

[GUNSHOT]

You okay?

-I'm all right.

-Somebody get an ambulance.

Get an ambulance! Call 911!

Get an ambulance!

Tell them an officer's been shot!

Go, go, go! Get an ambulance!

Be careful!

Go get the bastard!

He's still dressed like G.I. Joe!

Daddy! Mommy, look.

Daddy!

Hi, honey.

I thought I'd find you here.

Leave us alone!

What? I can't talk to my wife?

I'm not your wife anymore.

No? Sugar, does this ring a bell?

"Till death do us part"?

Do you remember that?

FOSTER:

I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

What are you doing?

I'm coming home from

a hard day at the office.

God bless the working stiffs!

Please leave her alone!

Adele?

You're so big!

How'd you get so big?

I missed it.

They stole it from me, honey.

Don't you worry. They're not

gonna take it anymore.

Bill, listen, please.

You've got to stop this.

You need help.

You're sick.

Sick?

You wanna see sick?

Take a walk around this town.

That's sick.

PRENDERGAST:

You ain't kidding.

Would you believe it

that I used to fish right here?

This very spot?

Now they tell you,

"Don't eat the fish. It's poisonous."

You can't even swim in the water.

It'll give you some kind of

bacterial infection.

How's that for sick?

I'm having a private moment

with my family. Leave us alone.

PRENDERGAST:

I'm leaving soon.

I'm retiring to Arizona.

Lake Havasu City.

You been there?

That's not what I mean!

They call it a lake, but it's really

just a big bowl of muddy water.

But the wife thinks it's paradise.

Everybody has their own idea

of what paradise is.

Take me, for instance.

You know what I thought paradise was?

FOSTER:
What?

-If you'll excuse me.

Making babies.

Ain't that a kick?

Making babies.

This your little girl?

Beautiful.

She's special.

You know, my wife never was

cut out for motherhood.

She did it all for me.

Went through all that pain,

lost her figure, for me.

Then the kid went to sleep

one night, never woke up.

They called it "lnfant Death...

...Syndrome."

But she wasn't an infant.

She was 2 years old.

She was a big girl.

She was our baby.

Here, darling, this is for you.

Here you go.

What can you do?

If she'd been hit by a drunk driver...

But who do you blame

when they just don't wake up?

FOSTER:

Thank you, sweetheart.

[POLICE SIRENS]

TOURIST:

There's a guy with a gun!

FOSTER:

No! Don't!

Elizabeth, no!

PRENDERGAST:
Freeze!

You're under arrest.

Get out of here!

FOSTER:
Elizabeth!

PRENDERGAST:
Freeze!

-What were you gonna do?

-I don't know!

Guys like you always say that!

You know exactly what you were

gonna do. Kill your wife and child!

Then it'd be too late to turn back.

It'd be easy to kill yourself.

Let's go meet some nice policemen.

They're good guys. Let's go.

I'm the bad guy?

Yeah.

How did that happen?

I did everything they told me to.

Did you know I build missiles?

I help to protect America.

You should be rewarded for that.

Instead, they give it to

the plastic surgeon. They lied to me.

Is that what this is about?

You're angry because you got lied to?

Is that why my dinner's

drying out in the oven?

They lie to everybody.

They lie to the fish!

That doesn't give you any right

to do what you did today.

The only thing that makes you special

is that little girl. Now, let's go.

Let's go!

Sure was hot today, wasn't it?

He has a gun!

The end of the pier!

Keep this crowd back!

Let's get some backup!

You know, I got a gun.

In my pocket.

I got lots of guns.

Stay there. Don't move.

You wanna draw?

Let's not.

Let's call it a day.

Now come on.

It's perfect.

Showdown between the sheriff

and the bad guy?

It's beautiful.

On three.

This doesn't have to be the end.

You have a choice.

My little girl is dead.

I don't have a choice. You do!

No, you have two choices:

I can kill you.

Or you can kill me...

...and my little girl

can get the insurance.

One...

Don't you wanna see her grow up?

Behind bars?

Two...

Don't do this.

Please.

-Let's go!

-Three.

I would have got you.

REPORTER 1:
What cooperation was there

between Pacific Division and Downtown?

Not to denigrate the Venice Police...

...but it was one of our fellows

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