Freaky Deaky Page #2

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understand?

Don't touch me.

Sir, I'm a police officer.

I need you to step out of the car.

That... She was hitting me

with her purse...

Step out of the f***ing car.

Donnell...

who is this?

Donnell, he's resisting arrest,

explain it to him.

Sh*t, you ain't

never gonna bring him up.

Print that man, his lawyer sue

your police ass.

I'm gonna get these guys

to drive us to the station.

- Peckerwood.

- Sit up here, okay?

And don't say

a f***ing word to Woody.

You're asking for a lot.

WOODY:
Do not! Don't!

Why are you even in this car now?

What, you expect me

to drive you?

You want to drive us, Donnell,

you just don't know it yet.

Move it, Woody.

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MAN:
Cut!

What do you think?

That was beautiful, huh?

Sha-dooby!

I'm groovy and you're not.

Okay.

Eddie! Check...

Make sure the stunt guy's okay there.

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That Robin?

Hello, Skip.

Pull my pants down and spank me

three times.

Come here, girl.

Oh, sweetie! Oh.

Darling, look at you.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, you look gorgeous...

see that?

How long you been here?

A while.

A while, huh?

Did you see that?

That was great, when the car came,

that's called a kush shot.

See, when the car hits the water,

it goes kush!

You like your work, huh?

Well, it's... It's a lot of bullshit,

but I guess it's pretty fun.

There's a story in today's paper

that made me think of you.

Yeah?

About the drug dealer

getting blown up.

Oh yeah, I saw that.

Somebody slipped

some dynamite under him.

It wasn't me, though.

I was working.

I haven't set off any dynamite in...

Let's just say it's been a while.

I bet you still know how.

I bet I do.

I kept a journal, you know.

Of everything we ever did.

I always liked your writing.

A real mean sound.

You're still doing it, right?

I did notes from underground

for a couple years.

Liberation News Service

picked it up.

Yeah?

Now I write

historical romance novels.

You had a pretty wild ride.

You should write your own stuff,

be more exciting.

Eh, I have a better idea.

My apartments

right around the comer.

I have some acid.

You are setting me up

for something.

You got a dirty trick in mind and you

need the skipper to help

you pull it off, don't you?

Kushhh.

The air is heavy.

ROBIN:
- Hey, Skip.

- See?

Remember the night we got arrested

and you said there was no way

that anyone

could have recognized us.

Well, I made a list of names of everybody

that had contact with us

and I've crossed off all the names

until finally, I'm left with two.

Mark Ricks.

I remember him,

he had that bullhorn,

used to get everybody worked up

into a lather,

they start chanting.

Woody Ricks.

Yeah, that's the brother.

Always stoned.

Yeah, he was always sloppy.

Doing that little wiggle dance,

trying to get his pants

out of his buttcrack.

Well, guess what happened

when Mom finally drank herself under

and they did a reading of the will?

Mom's fave got paid?

Woody scored something

like 50 million.

- Plus the house.

- 50?

Holy sh*t.

I'll bet the other one didn't get sh*t for

being a smartass, huh?

He was always

picking on his brother.

Woody bought Mark

a theater in Pontiac.

Now Mark does musicals.

All right, so let me see

if I got this straight.

You think these two

turned us in,

now they're sitting on 50 mil

and you're feeling like

they owe you a piece.

Is that about it?

We feel like they owe us a piece.

You are setting me up just like

you used to and I love it.

I'm gonna need to

get us some explosives.

Dynamite and acid,

that's a combo that'll Star Trek you

right back to the good old days.

Well, what if these two ain't the ones

that set us up?

What difference does it make?

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(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Dynamite Skip at your service.

We're officially entering

the straight world.

I'm going after them tonight.

All of a sudden?

Mark's picture is in the paper today.

Honorary chairman for a benefit

to raise money for the governor.

Woody's going, too.

It's a buffet cruiser on the marina.

You're going?

No, I'm gonna stake it out.

I'll call you after I get to Maryville

and line up some hot sticks.

I hope my contacts still there.

Skip?

I forgot to mention.

Guess who Woody's driver is.

Donnell Lewis.

Remember the party to

raise bail for the Panthers?

It was at Mark and Woody's.

I remember you coming out of

the bathroom with some brother

wearing a leather coat.

That was...

That was Donnell?

I don't know, I can't remember.

Robin, listen, I got an ear for bullshit,

honey, all right?

I've been working in the

movie business a long time.

Now, if I'm gonna come along

on this little ride,

I don't want any

more surprises, okay?

That's why I told you.

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Got a VIP seat right here.

My boat's dry-docked right now

because it's getting a paint job.

Baby blue, baby.

I don't know, your brother says he's had

his eye on my talent

for quite a long time now.

Oh yeah, well,

don't worry about him.

He's just... He's celibate.

I basically run the show.

Oh, hang on a minute.

- You.

- You.

I want to know where have you been

and why haven't you called me?

Well, let's see... I did time.

That's one thing.

I couldn't believe that.

But then I heard

you're back in town.

I've written two historical

romance novels.

You're putting me on.

With a lot of rape and adverbs.

Listen.

Why don't you join us?

We're going back to my brother's

for a little...

Afterparty.

Give us a little chance to...

talk.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

No!

Okay, yes.

How...

How was that for you?

It wasn't bad.

It wasn't bad, okay.

It wasn't bad,

wasn't good, what...

Where are you going?

The bathroom.

Oh.

Oh.

Party's in full swing.

Ooh.

You really tum me on, babe.

I'm glad I finally

found a purpose.

Wow, when I look at you, I get a rush

like I could just do anything.

Oh!

Why can't you?

I told you... Woody.

He holds me back, smothers me.

Well, he resents you.

Your looks, personality.

He always has been jealous.

Always.

Now he's getting back at me.

He thinks it's funny.

You know, I tell him it's

not fair and he grins at me.

So there's no chance

he'll ever cut you in.

Not unless he dies.

This is way beyond

your call of duty.

This car is beautiful.

Well, don't get too excited...

it's my dad's.

He's in Florida.

GRETA:
The doctor said

it's just a mild sprain.

Oh, great, that's good.

Good to hear.

What's wrong?

I've been suspended.

They kicked you out?

Why?

You want the official reason

or the real one?

Both.

Well, the real reason is because

I put Woody in jail.

His lawyer called the mayor's office,

they dropped in

on the department.

Got the assault charge against

Woody withdrawn

on the grounds that he was

the one assaulted, not you,

and I overreacted.

So that's the real reason,

what's the official one?

Having a residence outside

the city limits.

You're kidding?

You have to live in Detroit?

Yeah, that's one of the rules.

So why don't you?

Well, I did.

Up until last week.

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