Fled Page #5

- It's supposed to be very painful.

- No sh*t.

You either tell me what I want to know,

or you're soon gonna find out.

Where's the disk?

F*** you, Rico.

F*** me?

No. F*** you.

Where's the disk?

On your feet, convict.

Come on, Dodge.

Pack your sh*t and let's go.

Come on, Dodge. We gotta fled.

- We gotta get those fucks.

- Not now.

- They killed my girl!

- Listen up.

Three things are important now -

your life, my life and the disk.

- Now, who are those people?

- I don't know.

The guy with the knife, what did he want?

- I don't know. Are you writin' a book?

- No, I'm a cop!

I can't explain right now. I need to know

who these f***in' people are.

I got your attention now, convict?

These people are trying to kill you!

We gotta get outta here.

That means I need you to be with me

right here, right now. OK?

Are you with me?

Come on. Are you with me?

Freeze!

- If you're a cop, do something.

- Like what?

I don't know. Some cop sh*t.

Hold it.

Hi. Thank you.

Excuse me, miss!

Police business. We need your car.

Oh, my God. RuPaul.

Girlfriend, I am such a fan!

- Can we borrow your car?

- Sure. OK.

- Thanks.

- Just don't bring it back on E, OK?

You got it, baby.

They were nice.

I oughta blow your head off!

- Put that away before you hurt yourself.

- How'd you find me?

You got my harmonica, convict?

- It's a trackin' device.

- I can't believe you're a f***in' cop.

- You lied to me.

- I just didn't tell the whole truth.

I was workin'

in New York's narcotics unit,

that was under investigation

by Internal Affairs.

Somebody fingered me.

I took a six-year hit.

So when a fed named Schiller

made me an offer, I couldn't refuse.

- What offer was that?

- I wasn't on that road by accident.

The feds needed somebody to get you

to run, protect you, get you to the disk.

If I do that, I walk.

They killed those prisoners so I'd run?

That wasn't supposed to happen.

It was a setup.

They were supposed to use blanks, I run,

take you with me. Somethin' went wrong.

- What the hell is on that disk?

- I don't know.

Just stockholder information.

Accounting bullshit.

I copied it all

so I can get into their system later.

This company has hundreds of millions of

dollars. Some guy owns it - Mantajano.

- Mantajano?

- Yeah.

- Frank Mantajano?

- Who the f*** is he?

You stupid f***. You stole $25 million

from the Cuban Mafia.

Don't call me stupid, all right?

It's me that got us here in the first place.

Sh*t!

Hold on.

- Why did they shoot at us?

- Maybe no one told 'em I was a cop.

- Where's the disk?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Puffy hid it.

- What the f*** is a puffy?

- I didn't mention Puffy?

- No, you didn't mention Puffy.

- Sh*t.

Puffy's my friend. He hid the disk. We're

meeting at the Tokyo Massage Parlor.

- If you can lose them.

- Hold on.

- Sh*t!

- Hold on.

Son of a b*tch.

Yes!

- Schiller?

- Yeah. You got me.

What is going on?

- We're close to resolving the situation.

- I ask you a question, I get fairy tales?

- There have been minor setbacks but...

- But nothing.

I'll be in Atlanta tomorrow morning.

If you haven't got the disk for me,

you'll be wearing your ass for a hat.

- Are we clear?

- Very clear, sir.

How you doin', Les?

Not much money in bein' a detective

if you're honest.

And you are honest.

What'd you find out about Dodge

and the Attorney General?

- Nothin'.

- Nothin'? Then what am I payin' you for?

Because of what I know

about Dodge and Brigantine International.

- I'm listenin'.

- The attorney from Brigantine called me

and asked me to find out

about Dodge's friends.

- For some nice change, of course.

- Of course.

I did what I do, and I called him back

with the name and number

of Dodge's girl Cindy

and his best boy Puffy.

Now you got what they got.

All right, then, Les.

Take care.

Son of a b*tch.

I don't believe it. Puffy's definitely here.

- How do you know?

- Cos one of those bikes is mine.

- Nice machines.

- You're damn right.

The engine is an eight-valve,

liquid-cooled, desmo V-twin.

The tyres, Ducati Dragons.

Top speed, 180 mph.

Best of all, it's got an on-board computer.

That's nice, Evel Knievel,

but let's get the disk.

- That's why we're here, right?

- All right, all right.

- By the way, what happened?

- What?

- What took you so long?

- What are you talkin' about?

Back at the hotel.

What took you so long to save me?

Didn't you see "Shaft"?

Dodge, my man!

- What's up, baby?

- Puffdawg!

I can't believe they let you out.

Come here. Gimme some love.

It's good to see you, man.

- Charles Piper, this is Puffy.

- How you doin'?

See them bikes outside?

I got 'em for you, Dodge.

Thanks, brother.

It's good to see you.

- I got something lined up for you two.

- We ain't got much time.

Freeze!

- Come on! Let's go.

- I'm not leavin' him here!

Let's go!

You're lucky it's just a flesh wound.

I wish you had come to the house.

I would have done a much better job.

I don't think

that would have been a good idea.

You're a cop.

How'd you know?

When you live with one, you know.

I can't tell you what's goin' on,

but you gotta be careful.

Don't worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

- Do you mind?

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir. More coffee?

Yes, please.

You call Schiller and tell him it's over.

- It ain't over.

- I don't want the money any more.

- Don't you understand?

- No, you don't understand.

This thing is just gettin' started.

I'm sorry about your girl and your friend.

I don't know what's on that disk

and I don't care.

But it got 'em killed.

If we don't find it, we're dead.

So you better start thinkin', convict.

What?

The bikes.

What are you doing?

I know these bikes better than computers.

Puffy knew that.

- This better be good, Dodge.

- This motorcycle's a 916, not a 616.

Big deal.

Yes! Thank you, Puffy.

- What have you got?

- It's a map of the Georgia Dome.

- The Georgia Dome?

- When Puffy and I hung out,

we'd meet in the utility room

at the Georgia Dome.

- All right, let's go.

- Hold on. It's closed.

- Let's get out of the rain and make a plan.

- I'll meet you in there.

You're a f***-up, Matthew. How do

you f*** up? Let me count the ways.

Got innocent civilians shot. Interfered

with the Attorney General's investigation.

- Scared off two fugitives.

- Would you hear me out?

No! I will not hear you out.

- Even to hear about the Cuban hit men?

- Not our problem.

Let the Attorney General's office

handle it.

They're sending someone tomorrow.

Get lost till they're gone.

- So what are you sayin'?

- I did you a favour and you let me down.

Now get the f*** outta here.

You're suspended.

I want to thank you

for taking this meeting.

I know you're a busy man.

I think we want the same thing.

This disk.

It's become quite a problem, no?

If the Attorney General

gets his hands on it, my life is over.

What would happen

if you got the disk and gave it to me?

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