Fast Getaway II Page #4

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This is for patrice.

What are you buttheads

laughing at?

We got a suspect

out there. Get going!

Give me my pants!

Well, move it!

They're all scumbags.

And yet another

daring robbery

within a 50-mile radius

of Tucson

brings the total to four

that appear to be connected

to a mysterious gang,

who use both brains

and stealth

to take down even

the most secure vaults.

The police have told

our reporters

that they're not sure

of the total losses

because the owners

of the safe-deposit boxes

are still gathering

insurance information.

Hey! I can't believe

they're out of floss

at the prison store.

What am I supposed to do

after dinner?

We're having

corn on the cob.

Look at this.

What's that

look like?

It's a backgammon game.

The picture.

That's a bank robbery,

except that all the cash

is still on the shelves.

Exactly.

I got to get in touch

with Nelson.

He might be here

any time.

Nelson Potter is wanted

at this hour

for questioning

by the FBI.

Agent rankin,

special investigator

in charge of

the robbery task force,

has confirmed that Potter

is considered

armed and dangerous

and, if spotted,

should not be engaged

in any manner.

Tina naughton,

k.O.L.D. News center 13.

Armed and dangerous,

my butt.

Something stinks,

and my son stepped

right in it.

Look, I got to

find him, Tony.

The only way

I can do that is

with your help.

[Sam]

What do you give it?

[Tony]

Thumbs down.

Yeah. Yeah,

thumbs down.

Thumbs down.

Down, down.

I thought

the dramatic subtext

in tonight's movie

was flawed.

Absolutely. Breasts

have always been

a symbol of

the classic male dilemma--

do I eat or have sex?

The director didn't

convey that properly

at all.

Sergeant Peterson

is wanted in infirmary.

Sergeant Peterson,

infirmary, please.

I'll be back.

What do you think

this is, a hotel?

Do like I tell you.

Nobody will miss me.

They will if you're not

back by morning roll call...

In, uh, uh--uh--

nine.

Nine hours from now.

I'll be here.

Uhh! Uh!

[Hinges squeak]

[Whistling]

You sure about this,

Sam?

You've only got

five months.

You could get

another five years

in a real prison.

Nelson needs me.

Where's the gun, Nelson?

It's in the bedroom.

[Thump]

Freeze!

I know you can't tell

in the dark,

but this is a full-spray

12-gauge pump

and I know how to use it.

I said freeze!

No ms!

No ms.

Wait a minute.

You're Nelson's father,

aren't you?

You just turned me

into his mother.

Patrice.

Nelson always did have

good taste in partners.

What are you doing

out of prison?

Who, me?

You broke out, didn't you?

Do you realize

how stupid that was?

You only had

five months to go.

It's a federal offense.

Do you realize that?

Nelson's wonderful

life example.

No wonder he is

like he is.

She looks like a model,

kicks butt like Lily,

and sounds like

Nelson's mom.

Will you marry me?

Can also see where

he got his charm.

Why, thank you.

Um, where is Nelson?

I don't know.

What are you doing here?

Nelson had a prowler

the other night.

I wanted to prove

the knife was stolen.

Pardon me? What knife?

It's a long story, o.K.?

My Jeep is out front.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah. Sure.

[Starts engine]

Mmm.

I sure did miss

this grease.

Want a bite?

No, thanks.

Go ahead.

No, no, no, really.

Starch, cholesterol,

and fat.

Put hair on your chest.

With everything

against him,

it's no wonder

Nelson ran.

The question is,

how do we find him?

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Patrice.

Patrice, it's me.

It's Nelson.

I'm a few doors down

from this place.

It's called grime-busters

laundromat. I'm on 10th.

Listen, sweetie, I'm giving

myself up, all right?

I need someone

to go with me, though.

I don't need rankin putting

warning shots in my head.

He's giving himself up.

Wherever you are,

you stay there.

Pop? What are you doing

out of jail?

I'll tell you later.

Where's Potter?

Sam's in the bathroom.

Yeah, right.

He's got diarrhea

from dinner.

Good idea.

Check on him later.

Ahh.

Hee hee hee hee!

The daughter

I always wanted.

Shh, pop.

I'm incognito.

You're incog-something.

Yeah, yeah.

What are you

doing here?

As long as I'm back

before roll call,

everything will be fine.

Can we go now?

We'll drop your father

off at prison.

Maybe they have

a night depository.

It's a joke,

wasn't it?

You told me she had

no sense of humor.

She doesn't.

That was a joke.

Are you two done?

I want to ask Nelson

something

before I forget again.

Remember when we made up

those gags?

Did you ever tell Lily about

that treasury deal gag?

No.

No, but that's it.

That's it, pop.

That's got to be it.

What?

What? Please.

Banks turn in old cash,

damaged cash

to the treasury.

The treasury replaces it

with brand-new currency.

If you were

a counterfeiter

and wanted

your phony money

to get to

the biggest number

of people

without being

checked...

Break into a bank,

substitute the funny money.

And nobody checks

the treasury's currency.

It's from the treasury.

It's got to be good.

That's pretty clever.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[Door opens]

Well, well, well.

Sam,

what a pleasant

surprise.

And what do we

have here?

Looks like a scumbag

reunion to me.

And just where

do you think

you're going?

Huh, Sam?

Want to get downwind

of you.

Good one, pop.

Shut up, butthead.

No. Nelson.

Stay here

and face this.

Pop, maybe we

should try to find

the next bank.

Time's running out.

This gag's only got

a short life span.

I don't know then.

Maybe I should

give up

and you should go

back to prison.

Maybe that's

the best thing.

What? Give up?

Will you quit thinking like

some middle-class doofus?

Who's going to

believe us about this

counterfeit thing?

The gang's

going to disappear.

You'll be left

holding the bag.

Besides, we're Potters.

We don't quit.

Fast getaways--

that's our specialty.

Yeah, I know, pop.

You know, if you

think about it,

all we really need

is the delivery list

from the treasury.

That'd do it.

What are you doing?

You know, pop...

Pop, patrice's computer

is at the house, right?

It's hooked right into

the police department's

database. Huh?

Now, that's my boy.

"Give up."

Ought to give you

a noogie.

Noogie, noogie.

Pop, I'm driving here!

Just like old times.

Yeah, it is.

This is great, pop.

This is what it

used to be like

when we used to go

camping, remember?

We never went camping,

Nelson.

We were bank robbers.

Oh, yeah.

This is what it

would have been like

if we would have

went camping.

Did you miss that stuff?

You know, boy scouts,

fishing trips,

normal stuff?

No. No, I didn't.

I turned out o.K.,

didn't I, pop?

Yeah. Yeah, you did.

Thanks.

What did you do?

Mexican food.

It does me wrong.

That's why we never

went camping.

Yeah.

Phew.

Something died.

Sorry, pop.

Ooh!

Surprising, they

didn't charge you

with anything.

They still might,

according to rankin.

Nelson say anything?

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