Fast Getaway II Page #3

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That's just stupid.

Who's being stupid here?

Isn't it odd

that of the last

five banks robbed,

you and Nelson

did security work

on three of them?

Yeah. Nelson's

dirty, patrice.

I want him,

and one way

or the other,

I'm going to get him.

You got that?

Now, in case you happen

to be involved,

you better come to me

and cut a deal

'cause you're too young

to go to prison.

And you will go down

as an accessory.

I promise.

It is a nice place.

What's this?

I'll tell you

something, patrice.

You should've thought

twice about quitting

before you

actually quit.

I'm going to have

more security work

than I can

possibly handle

once I solve this.

Rankin was here.

For what?

Pointers?

No. He thinks

we're involved.

Well, he thinks

you're involved

with the robberies.

The guy also thinks

polka music rocks.

So screw him.

No. You don't understand.

This could be serious.

Patrice, look,

nothing is serious

until it is.

Plus I have everything

under control, o.K.?

Yeah, I can see that.

For your information,

darling,

I just dropped off

a lead to mira

that will break this

whole case wide open.

The guy was speechless

because I came up with

something so fast.

You mean your father did.

He just called before

you came over, Sherlock.

Look, what is

your problem?

What's this attitude

all of a sudden?

It's not all of a sudden.

For the last year

I've been in business

with a man

who thinks

a wet t-shirt contest

is classical entertainment.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Potter-Taylor security.

Who?

The who--

loni the body.

It's her professional

title, o.K.?

Get a clue, Nelson.

Professional is doctor.

Profession is attorney

or schoolteacher.

Hot cream wrestler

is not a profession.

And does she have to call

on our business phone?

Our bu--

no, no, no.

This is my

business phone.

So, look, the next time

you answer

my business phone,

you say,

"Potter security,

may I help you?"

And that's all.

O.K.?

There won't be

a next time.

Like I said,

who's stopping you?

Hello?

Hey.

Long time no nookie.

You liked that.

You thought

that was funny?

Yeah, well, people

with sense of humors

do find me

funny sometimes.

[Door closes]

Hold on.

Hi.

I get these

terrible headaches

whenever I think of money.

I really do need

a good bank

so I don't have to

think anymore.

Well, I think

you've chosen

the right bank.

Do you have some water?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

To a long relationship.

Skoal.

[Gagging]

[Choking]

He's dying!

I'm a doctor.

I'll, uh, get a gurney.

Ohh.

He's shocking.

Pulse and respiration

are irregular.

Get me some

adrenaline, stat.

Help me!

My heart, it feels funny.

Get him loaded.

I'll take care of her.

I'm feeling better.

You should still

go to the hospital.

No! I'm afraid

of ambulances!

I'll take you

in my Jaguar.

We'll follow the ambulance.

Well, what do you know?

I don't feel faint

anymore.

I guess I just needed

some fresh air.

Thank you, darling!

B-but...

I make house calls!

[Siren]

[Toy whirs]

Wh-what was that?

What was what?

What was that noise

I just heard?

I couldn't hear anything

above your belching.

Yeah, well,

Mexican food.

Hey, no. No, no.

I don't need help.

I can do this myself.

Oh, yeah.

It's open, Nelson.

You didn't lock it

when you left tonight.

Look at me. See,

I'm a security agent,

so I always

lock my door.

Well, you didn't tonight.

[C*cks gun]

I'll prove it

to you.

[Rattling doorknob]

See? It's locked.

It's completely

and utterly locked.

I'm going to take your car

and go to my home.

Good night.

O.K., go.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

Uhh!

I'm sorry, lover.

You o.K.?

You kicked me

in my rib, too.

And why is your face

so fuzzy, pookie?

Ah!

Hey, you're not pookie.

Hey!

All right,

stay right there.

Both of you,

stay right there.

All right. I got

this sh*t cold. Come on.

You give up?

My hat.

Where is it?

Hmm?

Jeez.

Give me that.

[Rooster crows]

[Crowing]

[Arf arf]

[Ringing]

Hello?

Patrice, listen,

don't hang up.

Somebody killed

Mr. bingo.

[Click]

[Dial tone]

Hello?

Hello?

Well, well, well.

Another one

and no leads, huh?

Well, well, well.

I wonder what

they call this.

I think...

It's a lead.

How the hell

did you spot that

in all this trash?

I was trained to do that kind

of stuff, mira, remember?

"N.P."

I wonder who that

could stand for.

Mcclosky, get over here.

I want this checked

for prints right away.

N.P.

I guess we'll both be

on pins and needles

until we find out

who that is, huh?

O.K., so you were out

with loni the body,

yet another bimbo

in a long line of bimbos.

Her name's Bambi,

and she's not a bimbo.

You were drunk,

you came home, you fell.

Someone stepped on you,

you hit them,

they chased you,

then what?

Then I went

into my closet...

And you peed yourself?

What?

No, look,

I fell asleep

in the sprinklers.

Why?

Why isn't the right

question to ask now.

Then what

should I ask you?

What?

As in, "what"

is the question

I should ask

or "what,"

you didn't hear me?

Yes.

What?

Yes. What.

You're not getting me

in the middle of this

abbott and costello

routine.

Who are you calling?

I'm calling the police.

Forget it. No way.

Nothing was taken.

You had a prowler.

It should really be reported.

I'm in

the security business.

I'm not telling some cop

I left my door open,

someone came in

and murdered

my stuffed animal.

Sounds

pretty dumb to me.

Sweetie...

I want to talk to you

about something.

I'm going to wash up first,

take some aspirin.

Stick around.

I'm sorry.

Please stick around.

All right.

O.K.?

What are you looking at?

Did you do something

different with your hair

or something?

Oh, like you'd notice.

No, I didn't.

What's going on?

Nothing. I just thought

maybe the security camera

caught a shot

of the intruder.

That's a good idea.

Yeah, I know, Nelson.

That's what I do best.

I'm a security expert,

remember?

What's this?

I told you

rankin was here.

Yeah, but, patrice,

you never told me

that this--

[doorbell rings]

Go get the door,

would you?

Son of a b*tch.

Nelson, this is serious.

don't do anything funny.

Oh, he's not going

to do anything.

Are you, Nelson?

Take her out

to the car.

I'll be out

in a minute.

Well, well.

What do we

have here?

Fragile things,

aren't they?

[Tosses tape to ground]

Found a pocketknife

at the scene

of our last little

bank robbery.

A pocketknife

with a nice, clear

fingerprint on it.

Can you guess whose

fingerprint it was?

Let me

give you a hint.

You're under arrest

for suspicion

of bank robbery.

Oh...

Unless you'd like

to resist.

You would

like to resist,

wouldn't you?

Yeah.

You want to resist,

Nelson.

Potter!

Kiss your sorry ass goodbye.

Whoo!

Yee-ha!

You scumbag.

[Dog barking]

Nice dog.

Nice dog!

Heel. Heel. Heel.

Heel. Hey!

Aah!

Oh...

Ooh!

[Siren]

[Siren approaching]

That's for trying

to kill me.

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