Jimmy Vestvood: Amerikan Hero Page #6

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- Seventh.

Shh, be quiet.

You're coming to the wedding.

- You're still getting married?

- Excuse me?

He's so funny.

He's being funny.

Jimmy, can I talk to you

for a second?

Sure.

- I like your dress.

- Thank you.

I just threw something on.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- You haven't told her yet?

- No. No, I can't.

- Why not?

Why not? My dad is spending

a fortune on this wedding.

You've seen him with a knife.

He'll kill me.

You can marry Freddy.

All you have to do

- is move to Massachusetts.

- I don't want to move

- to Massachusetts.

- Come on, come on,

- you move to Massachusetts.

- You move to Massachusetts.

No, you have to move

to Massachusetts.

- No, you have to.

- No, you move to Massachusetts.

- You move to Massachusetts.

- No, you--

Thanks god.

He estarted it.

Jimmy...?

Hello? Mr. Monroe.

How are you?

- Jimmy?

- Well, tomorrow,

I have a vedding to go to,

but for you,

- I move things around.

- Oof!

Jimmy vestvood,

at your service.

- Leila.

- Yeah?

That was Mr. Monroe.

I'm rehired. Fantastic!

- No-oo!

- No-oo!

- No-oo!

- No-oo!

No.

No-oo-oo!

Yeah-hh!

Ow!

I'm gonna get

crucified for this.

He's coming.

Jimmy?

- Yes.

- Nice to see you.

- Have a seat.

- Uh, yes, uh, thank you.

Yes, hello, Mr. Monroe.

Hello, Mrs. Monroe.

- Hello, Mr. Westwood.

- Good to see you.

- Okay, you comfortable?

- I'm good, sir.

- How are you today?

- God, it's great to see you.

I gotta thank you

for saving my marriage.

- Me?

- You.

- How?

- I had to tell Marcy

that I hired you

to follow her, to take

those photos, right?

- Sorry about that, Mrs. Monroe.

- it's all right.

- You were just doing your job.

- Igg-zactly.

And I realized that Marcy

was merely starved

for some attention.

Right, honey?

I mean, what kind of husband

had I been?

Not once had

I ever asked her

whether she wanted

to go to the ocean

or to grauman's Chinese,

or universal studios

for that matter.

- The important things.

- I love you, schnookums.

- I love you, too, sweetie.

- Aw.

So, thanks to you,

- Marcy and I have mended ways.

- Okay, get to the point.

What point?

The point is now this

arab guy is blackmailing me

for a cool

one million dollars.

Wow. He wants one million

for flinging vith your vife?

Yeah. He says that if he

doesn't get this money

by 6:
00 this afternoon,

then he's gonna go public

with this affair

and try to bring me down.

- Ah. This guy.

- Yeah.

- Arabs.

- Yeah. I need you, Jimmy.

I need you to deliver

this money to him.

Sir, I vould love to,

but that vedding I vas

telling you about

is right around the same time.

It's gonna be cutting it

very close, so...

Oh, I just thought to throw in

an extra $5,000 dollars...

- For your trouble.

- The guy is gay anyvay.

Never gonna vork out.

Jimmy vestvood,

- at your service.

- Thanks, Jimmy.

I knew I could count on you.

Jeez, I got an appointment.

Okay, Marcy, can you do me

a favor and show Jimmy out?

- This way, Mr. Westwood.

- At your service.

- Jimmy?

- Yes, sir.

Jimmy. You forgot

the briefcase.

Oh, yes, sorry, sir,

got a lot on my mind.

Sorry about that, sir.

Just making sure

it's all there, sir.

Always wanna be thorough, sir.

You want to make sure...

Let's see. 45, 55...

75,

one million. Okay.

Thank you, sir.

Pico, sawtelle, 6;00 P.M.

warehouse.

Pico and sawtelle,

6;00 P.M.

It's all right there sir.

Machine. I'm a machine.

Locked machine.

Key is out. Goodbye.

I'm gonna be there. 6:00--

where was it again?

- Oh, Jimmy.

- Whoa-aa!

How I've missed you.

Ooh, that musky breath.

Oh, you're so swarmy,

you're so smarmy, you're

so stinky, you're so sexy.

Oh, miss Monroe, your husband

is gonna kill us.

Shh-hh.

Oh, oh, not the ears.

Not the ears.

Ah-hh! That's definitely

not the ears.

Miss Monroe.

This is not right.

You are a married woman.

Oh, you're right.

I don't know

what I was thinking.

You should just go.

Shh-hh. Just go.

- Okay.

- Thanks, Jimmy.

You're my hero.

I love you.

Hello?

Hello...? Hello...? Hello...?

Hello...? Hello...? Hello...?

- Ricola.

- Ricola... ricola.

- Hello?

- Hello...? Hello...?

- Mr. malek?

- Hey, you got the money?

I can't hear you.

Hold on. One second.

Let me take this off.

- What about the bunny?

- You got the money? The money.

Oh, yeah, I have it right here.

Calm down. It's right here.

You drive a hard bargain.

- One million dollars.

- Open it.

Ha, ha, ha...

Wait a minute.

This is the wrong briefcase.

There's an alarm clock in here,

with a wire attached

to something

that says "C4"...

Which is attached

to a button that says.

"Push here to detonate"?

Wonder what would happen

if I pushed it right now?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy buddy, that's a bomb.

Hands up.

- What happened to your accent?

- Oh, I'm not arab.

- You're not?

- Nope. Italian-American.

LAPD, undercover.

Hands up. Hands up.

You've been pretending

all along?

Uh, that's what "Undercover"

Means, moron.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

So, you're not.

Mrs. Marcy Monroe's lover?

No.

And you're not blackmailing

j.P. Monroe?

Nope.

And you're not

hung like a horse?

Oh, no, that's all real.

God bless.

God bless. God bless.

Now, I need you to pose

next to the briefcase.

I need to get some pictures

of you in front of it.

Oh, I see

what's going on here.

- What?

- You're just jealous of me

because Mrs. Monroe

has feelings for me, so--

no, you idiot.

I'm arresting you

'cause you're a terrorist.

Now, pose for the picture.

Okay. Don't shoot.

Calm down. Okay.

No smiling. No, no, no.

No smiling.

Oh, sorry.

Okay, here.

- Peace signs. Seriously?

- Uh, okay.

- What are you doing?

- You told me to pose.

It's a bomb! What, are you

gonna have sex with it?!

Okay, sorry.

Here we go, here we go.

Oh, no,

we gotta do that again.

- Your eyes were closed.

- I know, I'm sorry.

When I get nervous,

I blink a lot.

This is all very confusing.

What's going on here?

- What is it, jimbo?

- Mr. Monroe?

Jimbo, you don't understand

what's going on?

I'd be happy to explain it

to you since I thought it up

and I don't happen to think

that it's a bad plan myself

in particular.

We are going to war

with Iran

and we couldn't

have done it without you

and your incompetence.

Thank you.

- It's not a compliment.

- Oh, then, no thank you.

- It's still not a compliment.

- Okay then, back to you.

Tie him up, Anthony.

I'll give you the honors.

The pleasure is all mine.

Hi, Mr. Karl,

good to see you--

ow. Take it easy.

Oh, that's an expensive

helmet, sir.

- Shut up.

- Calm down. Take it easy. Okay.

Here, let me help you.

Here, let me get my

hand in there.

Okay. Go.

Mrs. Monroe, what's going on

here? Please help me.

So you still

don't get it, Jimmy?

Okay, show him

the monitor, honey.

Maybe a picture is worth

a thousand words.

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