Freebie and the Bean Page #7

(female #4)

'Ouch, chocolate's melting.'

God..

No, no, no.

Not those fingers.

These fingers.

Just like anything else

you have to get it

in the right hole.

You see?

Watch her, watch closely.

Are you catching on?

Bean. Bean.

Get outta here.

Playing the game.

What are you

a maniac or something?

Look who's bowling on alley 1 0.

Michigan Phil.

Go to alley 1 6.

I'll sneak up behind.

You divert his attention.

I'll blast him.

What's the matter with you?

There's a hundred

people out there.

What is this,

the gunfight at the OK Corral?

- Just give him a minute.

- For what?

To take a leak.

How do you know

he's gonna take a leak?

What do you got there,

3 uh, 3 beer bottles?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, so?

Well, maybe the girls

drank them!

What's the matter with you?

They're bubble gummers.

Blonde hair, bad teeth,

pale lips.

They're Coke drinkers!

Where do you get all this sh*t?

Just wait.

Between beer 3 and 4.

You'll see.

Go ahead, play your game.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hope everything

comes out alright.

[giggling]

What's that for?

She's on the pill.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

You be careful, this guy's

a psycho, let me tell you.

- How do you know that?

- Huh?

- How do you know?

- He's got dirty hands.

All psychos got dirty hands.

Where do you get that sh*t?

The carbos and the pills

made me gain weight.

Ha-ha, oh, the hell with it.

But I'm not using anything

either, now.

- 'It's bowling, you know, so..'

- Yeah, oh, yeah.

- Man, I gotta put this back.

- Here.

Want some gum, huh?

Want a piece of it?

- Got another piece?

- I don't think so.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Wait, wait, wait.

Here.

- Cold, huh?

- Huh?

Let's go.

(male #8)

Long day, huh?

[toilet flushes]

[toilet flushes]

[loud click]

(Bean)

All right, Phillip.

Come out with your hands up

and your pants down.

[gunfire]

[instrumental music]

(Bean)

You okay?

- What?

- You okay?

Sure, I'm alright.

- What about you, huh?

- Yeah.

So why you got that dumb worried

spic look on your face?

I warned you 'bout that,

you say that again

you're gonna wind up

at County General with an intern

pulling my shoe

out of your head.

Let me rephrase it, okay?

Why do you got that dumb worried

wetback greaser look

on your face

for a Mexican Chicano?

I was just hoping

Motley gets back

before Detroit

sends a backup man.

- What?

- Huh?

- I didn't, uh--

- No.

Detroit's gonna send

somebody to cover

when they hear

that Phil goofed up.

- ls that right?

- 'Yeah.'

Don't know why

I didn't think of that.

(male dispatcher)

'Intelligence,

2-1 . Hey, Freebie.'

'We just got word

on your boy Michigan Phil.'

'Your problems are over,

he was just dusted'

'in the crapper

of the Wilshire Bowl.'

No sh*t?

Let me talk to Rosen.

- 'Here's Rosen.'

- 'Hey, I just heard.'

'You guys did a good job.'

'Maybe a little messy.'

Critic on killings

all of a sudden.

So listen, could you

send a couple of guys

to cover down at the airport?

We think Detroit's going

to send a backup man.

(Rosen)

'Spare some men? You know

what's going on in this town.'

'Four guys just got mugged

while they were trying'

'to rob a liquor store.'

'I'll do the best I can.

1 0-4.'

Where to?

Let's go back to Red Meyers'.

What for?

He's safe in bed.

Listen, let's go

to Motley's apartment

and sit on him for a while.

[classical music playing]

[lock clicking]

(Freebie)

Oh, uh, excuse me.

Where's Motley?

- Not under here. Sorry.

- What are you doing here?

Freshening up so I can get

into something comfortable.

'What are you doing here?'

We're looking

for Motley.

Oh. Well,

I was here first.

You'll just have

to wait your turn.

Uh.

Uh, listen, do me

a favor, will you?

Tell him, uh, Freebie's

looking for him.

I'll tell him, but I doubt

it will be news to him.

Everybody on the street

knows that--

Listen, dear, I have a feeling

he'd be interested in seeing us

unless he wants to go up

the river for the third time.

Why don't you

give him this?

He'll know what it is.

Why, the little cheat.

Be sure to tell him, won't you?

I'll tell him,

but don't be surprised

if he takes

the first plane to China.

He may be crazy,

but he's not stupid.

Well, he is crazy,

and he is stupid

but, uh, it's not him

we're after, see?

We just want to hear him

sing a little.

Tell Motley

he's got immunity, will you?

Red Meyers?

What do you know

about Red Meyers?

I know everything

about Red Meyers.

- I know what time he pees.

- That's charming.

Motley and I were roomies

for 3 years at Atascadero.

You've heard of pillow talk?

He used to tell me

bedtime stories

about the old days

in the big time.

And all that money..

You going to put Red away?

Uh-huh. We're gonna

put him away.

Pity. All that money.

Uh, listen, uh, Bean,

let's get out of here

before this freak starts

drinking the bath water.

Hey, Aren't you gonna give me

the third degree?

Knock me around a little bit,

a little S&M?

I'll yell and scream,

if that's what gets you off.

Let me explain something

to you, fruitcake.

If he hits you, you're not

going to be able to scream.

There'll just be

a big spot on the wall.

Here.

Bubble up.

Uh, we ought to tell him either.

I think we ought to take

that chance, you know?

You think we ought to

take that chance?

Could've sworn I just

said that, didn't I?

Huh?

Hey, isn't that your wife's

car over there?

(Bean)

'Where?'

Back there

i-in that motel, isn't it?

Come on, turn the car around.

Get out of here.

She's a married woman.

What would she do

in a hotel 2:
30 in the morning?

Are you kidding?

Come on, turn the car around.

Who do you think

goes to motels? Single women?

Ever see that place at noontime,

in the middle of the week?

52 station wagons

in the driveway.

Single women are working.

It's married women.

- That your car?

- Yeah.

- Come on, let's go.

- Right.

No, let's get out

of here. Let's go--

Wait a minute.

I got an idea.

Look, we, uh, find out

what room they're in, right?

Then, uh,

we kick the door down

we beat the sh*t

out of the guy, huh?

No, I don't want

that, alright.

Alright, I'll think

of something else.

You got the keys

to that thing?

No. It's her car.

I don't have the keys.

- We hot-wire it.

- Come on.

Let's get out of here!

Get away!

(Freebie)

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Come on. This is--

Look, we drive it

to a tow-away zone.

I call a black and white car.

We have them tow it away.

- Terrific, huh?

- No good. Come on.

Come on,

let's get out of here.

Hey, wait a minute.

Look, let's do something,

alright? Huh?

I mean if you got no balls,

let me do something.

I got balls.

You want to see? Come on.

Alright, alright.

Come on.

It's a terrific idea.

Central, central,

request traffic control

to Red Coach Motor Lodge.

1 970 Merc station wagon.

Brown and white.

Uh, license plate FSA-952.

- 'Roger, 2-1 .'

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