Heat Page #4

I need to know what happened.

I guess the earth shattered.

So why didn't you let Bosko

take you home?

I didn't want to ruin their night too.

What was it?

You don't want to know.

I'd like to know what's behind

that grim look on your face.

I don't do that. You know it. Let's go.

You never told me I'd be excluded.

I told you when we hooked up...

...that you were gonna have to share me...

...with all the bad people

and all the ugly events on this planet.

And I bought into that sharing...

...because I love you.

I love you fat, bald, money,

no money, driving a bus.

I don't care.

But you have got to be present

like a normal guy.

That's sharing.

This is not sharing, this is leftovers.

What I should do is come home and say:

"Hi, honey, guess what?

I walked into this house today...

"...where this junkie a**hole

just fried his baby in a microwave...

"...because he was crying too loud,

so let me share that with you.

"Come on, let's share that

and in sharing it...

"...we'll somehow cathartically dispel

all that heinous sh*t."

Right?

Wrong.

You know why?

'Cause you prefer the normal routine.

We f*** and you don't speak.

'Cause I got to hold onto my angst.

I preserve it...

...because I need it.

It keeps me sharp, on the edge.

Where I gotta be.

You don't live with me.

You live among the remains

of dead people.

You sift through the detritus.

You read the terrain.

You search for signs of passing...

...for the scent of your prey...

...and then you hunt them down.

That's the only thing you're committed to.

The rest is the mess you leave

as you pass through.

What I don't understand is

why I can't cut loose of you.

Let's go, baby.

I met the manager.

Is that the boss?

I did time for what that motherf***er

does every day.

Can you just handle it

till we find you something new?

Can you do that?

Ain't a hard time been invented

that I cannot handle.

What you're hanging with me for?

Because I'm proud of you.

You're proud of me?

Why the hell are you proud of me?

Come on home.

What were you doing there?

I was skiing.

I was trying to ski.

That's what people do there.

You go skiing...

...and you meet people.

You try to have a good time.

-Did you have a good time?

-No.

Why not?

I'm not good at meeting people.

You met me.

That happened without my thinking

about it.

Which is why I probably....

No, it's because you are fine.

Take off with me for a while.

Where?

New Zealand.

When?

I have to go separate.

You can meet me there.

But my job--

I got money. You don't need money.

You could set up a studio and work there.

I don't know.

What's there to know?

Are you married?

What?

The last thing I am is married.

I'm a needle starting at zero

going the other way.

Then, all of a sudden...

...someone like you comes along.

You don't know me.

I know enough.

Come with me.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Everything's right.

Will you go?

Yeah.

Good.

Hi, sweetie.

You forget your mom was picking you up?

No.

So, what's going on?

I felt like being alone.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

What's happening?

Sir.

Captain Jackson wants to know

what's going on.

Nothing's going on. Stay off the air.

Technique.

Open Sesame. Right there.

There he is.

We walk!

I'm there.

We walk!

He's heard it.

Heads up.

-One's coming out.

-Hold it, Captain.

Vincent, he's not carrying anything.

I see.

-Here we go.

-Not till my boss says so.

Both of them are not carrying anything.

-Let them go.

-What do you mean?

We can take them on!

On what?

They didn't steal anything.

It gets knocked back to a misdemeanor,

they do six months and they're out.

No f***ing way.

I'm not taking the heat from my boss.

They are not walking.

That's exactly what they'll do.

They'll walk. This is my operation.

I have tactical command

that supersedes your rank.

They will walk away

and you will let them. F***!

Back to work.

LAPD, the G, what?

Where the f*** did this heat come from?

Maybe it's the score they were onto.

The place, not us.

Because it's been hit a couple of times.

Assume they got our phones, our houses.

Assume they got us right here, right now...

...as we sit. Everything. Assume it all.

How are we gonna buy the bank package?

I'll front that.

What if Van Zant has 750?

With the heat we got, you want to play

World War II on the streets with Van Zant?

No, I want my 750.

I got more motivation to whack Van Zant

than either of you. He is a f***ing luxury.

Our problem is to take the bank,

or split right now.

Do not go home, do not pack, nothing.

Thirty seconds flat from now, we are gone

on our separate ways. That's it.

The bank is worth the risk.

I need it, brother.

We should stay and take it down.

That's where I come out.

I roll with you, Neil. Whatever.

-Whatever.

-Not on this one.

On this one, you're on your own.

You figure this is the best thing to do?

This is the best thing to do?

I've got plans, I'm going away after,

so the reward is worth the stretch.

But Elaine takes good care of you.

You got plenty put away.

You got T-bonds, real estate.

If I were you, I would be smart

and cut loose of this.

For me...

...the action is the juice.

I'm in.

Yeah, sure.

Let's go.

F*** them, let's do it.

Let's go. We got a lot of work to do.

Tim, I gotta call you back.

-Can I help you?

-Are you Alan Marciano?

Who the f*** are you?

Who am I?

Lieutenant Vincent Hanna, LAPD.

LA? This is Las Vegas.

You don't even have jurisdiction here.

Do you know who the f*** you're pushing

around? I know people here.

Las Vegas PD takes you into custody.

You are extradited to Newark

on a warrant for smuggling cigarettes...

...up from North Carolina three years ago...

...or you go to work for us.

Cut and dried.

That is it.

Sh*t.

Charlene Shiherlis.

Who?

Who?

What are you, a f***ing owl?

The lady you been talking dirty to

on the telephone every day last week.

You can't tie me to her.

Who needs to? Your ass is on a plane

back to New Jersey, jackoff.

Why did I get mixed up with her?

Because she got a great ass!

And you got your head all the way up it.

Jesus.

Ferocious, aren't I?

When I think of asses...

...a woman's ass...

...something comes out of me.

So?

So, no big thing.

All I want...

...is her husband

and his whole f***ing crew.

You'll work with Sgt. Drucker.

San Clemente Road and Hermosa...

...that's where we cut through the fence.

That's the access.

Right.

The security systems around here

are a joke.

St. Vincent Thomas Bridge,

that's escape route number one.

Number two:

Over here. Anaheim to the 110.

Good.

You got it?

Good. Let's go.

They were looking back...

...in this direction.

A container facility?

What? Cartage theft?

Too visible. Too lowball for them.

There's an oil refinery and a scrap yard.

Refinery pays by check.

No cash around.

Same for the scrap yard.

Stealing hubcaps?

A refinery and a scrap yard.

What the hell is going on?

That's what we are trying to figure out.

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