Held Up Page #6

He's treating me fine.

Where were you, Sonny?

I came right over

as soon as Clute told me.

- But Clute got back a long time ago.

- Now, Mary, I rushed right over.

Ain't that right, Clute?

He sure did, Mary!

Hey, Clute?

Where was Sonny

when you found him?

- Wait just a second, darling, okay?

- I know where you were, Sonny.

What, you think I'm the only person

in the whole town who don't know?

Turn that down.

Sweetie, this is a little private,

don't you think?

Don't you even wanna know

why I make you wear them rubbers...

...even though I'm on the pill?

I don't need to hear that.

You said...

...you wanted to keep the real feeling

special for our wedding.

Oh, grow up, Sonny.

I did it because- Because I know

you're screwing Pamela Ridgeway...

...and I didn't wanna

catch something.

- Now, Mary, you just shut up.

- Hey!

- Hear me?

- Hey, don't talk to her like that!

- Hey, this ain't your fight, boy.

- Hey, don't you yell at him.

I'm sorry.

What?

Good for the goose,

good for the gander.

You know what, Sonny?

I'm going to Mexico.

Bye.

I think you'd better leave, Sonny.

Maybe you want this back.

Man.

You know that Sonny told me

he paid $700 for this thing?

I found the receipt.

It was, like, 40 bucks on one of those

television shopping channels.

Do you have any of those television

shopping channels in Mexico?

Because I don't have

anything to wear.

Where I live, we don't have no TV.

Oh, but my grandparents have.

Do you guys get General Hospital?

Because I love General Hospital.

We have an animal hospital.

Do you need one?

Waiting on your orders, sir.

We're in position.

Sheriff. Looks like the team's here.

What the hell?

What is going on?

Just waiting for your order, sir.

We won! We won!

We're going to the nationals!

I'm not reading you too clearly, sir.

Sir, shall I take that shot?

Everybody back in the bus!

Stay down.

- Drop the guns!

- Open the door!

You drop the guns,

or I blow his head off!

What the hell's going on in there?

Sounds like Guadalcanal.

- Sheriff, we got another problem.

- Oh, just one? Things are looking up.

- You know Lola Glaspie?

- The town treasurer. What about her?

You remember last year, she-?

There was a big deal about her

winning the trip to France?

Well, she didn't exactly win the trip.

They got her down at the mayor's office

now confessing up a storm.

How much we got?

We don't have enough for the charter

and two dozen roses.

Give it to me straight, Beau.

Well, we can rent a tour bus

for about an hour.

What about the flowers?

Well, there was a funeral

down in Vegas...

...and they got an FTD Pick Me Up

Bouquet left over...

...and they said we could have it

for half-price.

I guess that'll have to do.

I told you kids to get down in there!

- Get them kids down.

- Get down. Get down.

Sheriff!

Get down, you piece of sh*t!

I've been straight with you.

I didn't hurt nobody in there.

And you send this a**hole

to mess with me?

Just take it easy.

We made a mistake.

- Damn right you made a mistake.

- You get back inside, Michael.

What are you coming at him

like this for?

You gonna mess around

and get everybody killed.

The bus is on its way right now.

Get the hell out of here.

Just take it easy, son.

I ain't your frigging son.

There's a body in there, sir.

This is getting good.

Let it go. Come on, let it go.

What the hell?

Get away from him.

Get the hell away from him!

Mary...

Hello.

He's not coming.

Now, trust me, honey,

they always come.

Excuse me, I'm looking for someone

named Rachel who's flying to Chicago.

That's me.

Pretty. Who are they from?

There's a card.

Let me see. What's it say?

Let me see. What's it say?

"Our deepest sympathy on the loss

of your loved one. Mike Tyson. "

Answer the phone.

Hello.

Yes, he is.

It's for you.

- Is it Rae?

- It's your father.

My father?

Girl, my father is dead.

- Hello.

- Deputy Beaumont.

Oh, Dad. Hey, Daddy.

When you said "father,"

I thought you meant my priest.

Yeah, my priest is dead.

God bless him.

- Yeah?

- I know you can't talk freely in there.

When I ask you a question...

...I want you to say,

"The weather is fine"...

...if the answer is yes.

If the answer is no,

I want you to say:

" It looks like rain. "

- You understand?

- Oh, yeah. You know what?

As a matter of fact,

the sun just popped out.

Okay. Here's the deal.

We want you to help us

take him down.

Are you willing to play ball?

Actually, it's starting

to look like rain.

Now, you do your part, and we'll make

sure that plane stays on the ground.

We got a deal?

The weather is nice.

Okay. Here's what I want you to do.

You get him to release

everybody else...

...then I want you to walk out

with him.

Now, keep your eyes

on the sheriff...

...because he's gonna ask you

to swing away.

Hand across the hat,

then across the chest.

When you see him do that,

I want you to hit the dirt.

And we'll take care of the rest.

You got that?

Okay. Well, okay.

I'll tell you what, Dad, I'll holler.

All right. Okay. Bye-bye.

Yeah, that's my dad.

He's an old retired weatherman.

I want you to take him out

the first shot, Beau.

- Let's get those kids out of here.

- Yes, sir.

Well, I'll be damned.

Hello in there.

We got the bus out here.

It's time for you to live up

to your end of the deal.

Let's do it.

- Let's clear these civilians out of here.

- Yes, sir.

- Folks, I need you all to move back.

- Go.

Let's move back behind the cars.

For your own safety.

Come on, move it. Let's go.

- What's going on, Eli?

- Just a precautionary measure.

You want us to move?

Oh, no, no. You're fine right there.

Clarence, that's one

you're gonna pay for.

This is yours.

Thanks.

For God's sake, Simms, get that-

It's 116 in the shade.

Wait, wait.

No guns!

You heard him. Put them down.

Let's go.

It's all right, Mary.

It's gonna be all right.

- Are you okay?

- No, she's not okay.

- She don't like being around a killer.

- I didn't kill anybody.

- What about the dead body?

- What about the what?

The body. The body in the crate.

It's my father.

I'm trying to take him back to Mexico.

Don't stop moving.

Don't stop moving.

Mary!

- Drop your weapon!

- Drop it!

- No, no!

- Drop that gun, or I'll fire!

- I just wanna go back to Mexico.

- Drop your gun now!

- Wait a minute!

- Move out of the way, Tyson.

He's not a killer.

If you want us to hold that plane, you'll

move your ass out of the way now.

What's going on, Michael?

Man, they tried to get me

to set you up.

They did a pretty good job.

Okay, leave him alone!

Oh, hell.

Mary, you drop that weapon

and back away!

He's got a dead body in there.

I know. It's his father,

and he's trying to take him home.

That don't seem to make a difference.

He's under arrest anyway.

- Come on, for what charge?

- Well, for attempted murder.

For that shot he took at you.

If you charge him

with attempted murder...

...then you gotta charge him too

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