Freaky Deaky Page #8

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for us tonight.

Of course, I'd be glad to.

They come here,

they have a box of dynamite.

I make 'em put it in the garage.

I go there and it's gone.

The Mercedes is locked,

the keys are gone

and the lights are out.

Did you ask Skip about this?

What, ask him how

he gonna blow me up?

I know he placed it somewhere.

Stay out of the garage.

You'll probably be all right.

How would he work it?

Where's Robin and Skip?

They in the kitchen mostly.

When you drive in and out,

do you use a garage-door opener?

Yeah, little thing with the button

you push to open it, yeah.

My guess is, they put the charge

in the Mercedes,

wire it to the door opener.

They bring us all into the garage,

go out the other way,

drive off in the VW.

Robin presses the button,

boom, no witnesses.

And get put in the garage, huh?

I ain't gonna let

Mr. Woody get killed.

Well, I'm glad to hear you say that.

Not this soon.

What was your cut?

I'm not in this deal.

You mean not anymore

you're not.

Look, we may not have a gun,

but I'll tell you what we do have;

that is, if you haven't

thrown it out yet.

What do we have?

Five sticks of American dynamite

in a black bag.

And you the bomb man.

You're having fun,

aren't you, Robin?

Not as much fun as I'm gonna have.

Bank's about to open,

it's showtime.

Morning, honkies.

All right, Mr. Woody,

time for your Groovy Berries.

Oh.

What about Let's Make a Deal?

You early this morning.

Monty don't come on

'til after a while.

All right, Donnell, it's time.

It's only five 'til 9:00.

Humor me.

All right, Mr. Woody.

Time to transfer the money.

Oh yeah? Okay.

MATT:
Matt's desk,

good morning.

Matt, how you doing?

Hey, Donnell, good morning.

How was your weekend?

I don't have time

to chat this morning.

- Okay.

- Here's Mr. Ricks.

Mr. Rick... Mr. Ricks?

- Hi, Matt.

- Hi, Mr. Ricks.

- How are you?

- Groovy.

So Donnell says

we're making a transfer.

I guess we are.

Yes, we are, sir,

as fast as possible.

Would you...

What's the question...

Here's Donnell.

- Okay, Matt.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Ricks will be transferring 2 million

from the trust account

to the company.

- That's it.

- Right away, Donnell.

Thank you.

SKIP:
Sha-dooby!

Woo! Yahoo!

All right, now that that's done,

we're gonna move the two of you

right on into the garage,

get you out of our hair...

come on, let's go.

All right, Skip, Robin, why don't you

just lay your guns on the counter?

ROBIN:
Excuse me?

I like your spunk... heavy.

- You believe it?

- Ah, it's from the dick handbook.

He's supposed to say that.

All right, I gave you a chance, you

don't want to take it, that's up to you.

How about I give you a chance to get

in the f***ing garage?

How about that?

Let's just stick to the script.

You go get the check,

I take them to the garage.

- It'll be easy.

- Amen.

Robin, you're not gonna make it.

I'll be right back.

All right.

The two of you are with me,

going to the garage.

Come on.

Hey!

Why'd you say

she ain't gonna make it?

What's gonna stop her?

Five sticks of American powder.

Five sticks?

In a black bag.

In the desk.

By the checkbook.

You're just trying to fake me out,

aren't you?

How would you know

how to wire a charge?

I guess nobody told you.

My friend here was

on the bomb squad.

Sh*t!

Robin! Hey, hey!

Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Don't!

Oh, Robin, no!

Say to me don't say nothing...

you had to tell him.

You want Skip

with us or with Robin?

Maybe we should just leave.

Wait a minute.

That will I spent all that time getting

Mr. Woody to sign

is in that damn desk.

Robin! Oh no!

Don't, don't! Don't!

Hey.

I know you.

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CHRIS:
You haven't done anything.

DONNELL:
We're getting bids

on the work,

don't have one yet that pleases me.

I bet there's still some of

Robin in here.

Man, she was all over the place.

But hey, didn't Skippy

say something to you?

Yeah, he opened his eyes.

Barely hear him, but I believe

his last words were,

Aw, sh*t.

Man got what he deserved.

How you doing with Ginger?

Greta and I are getting an apartment

in the county.

They give me my badge back,

I'll be going to work in homicide.

You not being investigated.

Wendell did say they'd be asking why

I was here at the house armed.

So you have to explain why

a laid-off cop

is walking around

with a piece, huh?

Like, what was your intent?

I kept it at work,

never used it on the job.

Tell 'em you were taking it home

and happened to have it on you.

That's not bad.

You want to get ahead, you have to learn

to think devious.

Of course, that could

get you into trouble.

Or get you off the hook.

All depends on how

you look at it, brother.

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Boo!

Honkies.

MAN ON TV:
But you got the money.

Oh, am I happy you're happy,

after all that time...

Well, it looks like things are good

after all,

because you have $900!

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