Fast Getaway II Page #2

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was going to be...

Sexy.

Interesting.

No, no, no. Sexy.

The point is--

well, the point is

I do like working

with you--

wait, wait.

But every time I think

everything's going

to work out...

[Imitating drum roll]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Um...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Nelson, you putz.

[Telephone rings]

Patrice.

[Ring]

[Ring]

Yeah, mira,

what's wrong?

What?

You're kidding,

right?

Oh, man.

Well, any leads?

Oh, man.

We got problems.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah.

Mira, relax.

Yeah, yeah, fine.

I'll see you

in 25 minutes.

Of course.

All right. Bye.

[Knock on door]

Listen,

mira wants us

to come down to the bank

we did yesterday.

Go yourself.

What?

I'm quitting.

I don't want money

from my side

of the business.

I just want

my equipment.

Why?

Let me count

the reasons.

You're a child.

You're

irresponsible.

You're careless,

and I don't

like you.

What?

Look, I just don't

want this anymore.

We were just

getting things started.

We were just

getting things going.

Going where,

to bigger and better

fake bank robberies?

Pinch me.

I'm dreaming, Nelson.

That's why I did so well

in school--

to play cops

and robbers with you? No.

What are you so angry

about?

I'm not angry.

I'm not angry.

I'm just quitting.

That's all.

O.K.?

Fine.

Who's stopping you?

Fine.

Fine.

I was in here first.

I was, uh,

fixing my hair.

Yeah.

[Door opens]

[Door slams]

Hyah!

Aah!

Hyah!

Ugh!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Ha!

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Yeah. He just

got here.

I'm going to

have him wait

until I can

count it all.

When?

Isn't that

kind of soon?

All right. All right.

Yeah, I know.

It has to be done.

I'll get back to you

when we're in position.

Speaking

of positions...

Special agent rankin

on the job.

You're a little late.

Nelson's on his way

to help bail you out.

This is an official

agency investigation.

I don't want anyone here

except law enforcement.

You got that?

I represent the interest

of the insurance company.

We want action.

There's no law

that says we can't hire

outside investigators.

Excuse me.

You know, mira,

I know your story.

You made a few busts

on some small-time

counterfeiting

rings,

and then you quit

the agency

and the people

who trained you.

Then you

hired yourself out

to private industry

like some

cheap whore.

Then you hire

some punk kid

to help you.

Pardon me. I think

this is important.

[Whistle]

It looks like somebody

threw a party in here.

Where's patrice?

She's, uh, she's

having a bad hair day.

She's coming,

isn't she?

May I say

something, please?

According to our

initial figures,

no money

has been taken.

So what?

Doesn't that seem

a little strange--

the bank is robbed,

and nothing was taken?

Idiot. They're

after something

in the safety

deposit boxes.

Just give me

that inventory list

I asked you for

and quit wasting

everybody's time

playing detective.

Just another amateur.

I got a proposition

for you.

It's right up

your alley.

How would you

and patrice

like to do some

serious investigating

work for us?

You've got

to get me a lead

before the company

goes bankrupt

paying off these

inflated safe deposit

box claims.

Hey, I'm staking a lot

on you and patrice.

I know. I know.

You can't let me down.

I won't.

Come on.

I'll buy you lunch

and explain it.

You know why I love

tires so much, Tony?

Nope.

Do you want to know?

No, not a bit.

Tires are circles,

the most perfect

geometric shape

in the universe.

Everything possible

is represented

in a circle.

It's a beginning

and an end.

Tony, I have come

to see second chances

are possible

'cause we're all

in the same path.

Redemption is simply

another path

leading us back

to a new beginning.

Why couldn't you

just get Jesus

like every other con?

My boy!

Hey, what are you

doing here?

You weren't

supposed to be here

till next week.

I was in

the neighborhood, pop.

What's that?

New job.

Tony.

Hey.

What? What?

What? What?

What? What?

All right, patrice

is bailing on me.

She finally got tired

of you acting

like some kid

with expensive toys.

Thanks for all

your support, pop. Great.

Hey, I love you,

but I know you.

You know me.

Come on. Sit back down.

You want to talk about it?

No, pop. I don't

want to talk

about her now.

All right. Fine.

Wait a minute.

It's from those robberies

on the news.

These are tire tracks

from the scene?

That's right.

Bennington xgc-79s.

You can tell the tire

by looking

at the photos?

Yeah.

Come on, pop,

give me more.

Give me more

about the tracks.

Nothing. I just thought

it was interesting.

Oh, wait.

No cash was taken?

Nope.

No cash whatsoever.

Mira thinks

it's some sort of

big insurance scam.

Still, leave that money

just sitting there?

So you would

take it, huh?

No, I'm

making a point.

I myself

am reformed.

That stuff

don't tempt me

no more.

All I want to do

is my time,

get out,

and open

my tire store.

Sam Potter's on

a straight path,

or rather,

a circular one.

Ooh-whee,

I know this ass.

What?

Lily.

Lily?

Lily?

Your Lily?

His Lily?

Our Lily?

I mean, Lily-Lily?

Are you sure

about this, pop?

Trust me.

It's her.

Ain't that right,

Tony?

I don't want to

talk about it.

See?

Tell me.

This is Lily?

She's behind

these heists?

Lily?

Wait a minute. Lily's

got a great--hmm--

yeah.

But brains--no.

She must be hooked up

with somebody else.

Pop, this is an

unbelievable lead.

I can take

this to mira.

I solved the case.

Slow down, Sherlock.

We didn't solve

nothing yet.

We can't prove

that's Lily's ass.

O.K., what else?

You want to do this

with me?

Yeah, pop.

Just like old times.

You and me.

All right,

first things first.

We got to plan our work.

And work our plan.

All right. There's

something that bugs me

about this.

What are you

doing here?

I knocked.

Bullshit.

Yeah. I know.

Nice place, patrice.

Yeah. Real nice.

You and Nelson

have it good.

I don't live here.

We just have

our offices here.

Yeah. Actually,

actually, I knew that.

You two have a funny

kind of business,

don't you think?

What exactly is it

that you want, agent rankin?

Well, I'll tell you

exactly, patrice.

I want you to know

that as far as

I'm concerned,

Nelson Potter's

nothing more than

a common criminal.

Well, the court

said otherwise.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to make

a phone call to your office

to let them know

you're a slimy little creep.

Nelson's old man cut

a deal with the d.A.

To get his son

off the hook.

The deal stunk then,

and it stinks now.

So what? It's old news.

Now let me pass.

Let you pass, patrice?

Well, why don't you

use the magic word?

All right.

Let me pass, a**hole.

Aah!

don't.

All right.

Here's a real cute gag

for you, patrice.

Tell me what you think.

Nelson uses

your security company

to pass along

the information he needs

to take down these banks

real easy.

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