Jinxed! Page #3

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Pretty soon there's not gonna be

any Nevada left.

And wors gonna get to Atlantic City

long before you do.

Then where are you going to go?

Puerto Rico? The Bahamas?

Look, wherever it is, I guarantee you,

Harold will be waiting with open arms...

by the time your plane lands.

And I gotta tag along,

and I hate the f***ing tropics.

I want to say something to you

that I never said to anybody before.

Wait, I want to say something first...

- something I've never said to anyone before.

- Yeah, what?

Help me murder Harold.

What?

- Murder?

- Yeah, murder.

- Shut up!

- Why? Who can hear us?

What do you think would happen

if you and I just ran off together?

- I'm not afraid of him. If he comes after you...

- No, is me.

Don't you understand?

Supposing you and I had a fight sometime,

and I storm out.

A voice in my head will say,

"Go back to where you belong."

And I'll find myself knocking on his door

all over again.

So I have to knock the guy off

because you're an idiot?

No, you don't have to knock the guy off.

You can go tend bar. You can pump gas.

You can sell aluminum siding.

You can do anything.

Anything except

the one thing you love to do.

The one thing you do the best.

If you quit, you're letting Harold beat you,

not just at blackjack.

He beats you at life.

As long as Harold is alive, you're a loser.

Yeah, I'm also not in jail for murder.

I'll have to think about it.

- You're still hoping to beat him.

- Yeah, thas part of it.

You see where hoping got me?

I just don't know where I'm at, you know?

You're at the end of the line, Willie.

And that is why

The poets always write

That there's a new moon up above

Is cherry pink and apple blossom white

When you're in love!

Hey, everybody, remember this dance?

Get up, you little bunnies

And hop, hop, hop!

- Come on up. Come on. Oh, sure you can.

- No, I can't.

Go ahead. They'll teach you.

You're here. Oh, God. You're two hours late.

I thought you died or something.

I'm sorry. I couldn't get away before.

Whas on your mind?

I can't talk now.

I'm in the middle of a medley.

I'm on my break. I only got five minutes.

Whas it about?

It was serious. About Harold.

I wanted to tell you the plan.

- I've figured the whole thing out.

- Yeah, I was afraid of that.

- Spit it out.

- Is the greatest plan.

Harold comes home, I slip him a mickey,

he passes out...

then I put a plastic bag over his head,

and thas it.

- Thas it?

- Yeah, thas it!

Thas so stupid!

I missed my coffee break for this?

- What will the cops think?

- They'll never see it.

Harold and the trailer go over a cliff.

There'll be only smoke and ashes.

I got the whole thing figured out.

- You don't need me for anything.

- Wait a second. Dead men can't drive.

You've gotta get the trailer

up to the cliff, and over.

Really? And how am I supposed

to get back from this cliff?

- You want me to hitchhike? Is that it?

- Wait a second, honey. I'm in this.

Mama loves mambo

Papa loves mambo

Mama loves mambo

Look at 'em sway with it

Feeling okay with it

Shouting ol with it, wow!

Papa loves mambo

Mama loves mambo

Papa does great with it

Swing like a gate with it

He loses weight with it, wow!

He goes to

She goes fro

He goes fast

She goes slow

He goes left

She goes right

Papa's lookin' for mama

But mama is nowhere in sight

Jesus! This isn't a medley, is a track meet.

Honey, help me light these things, okay?

Where was I?

- You were telling me how I get back.

- Oh, yeah. On a motorcycle.

What motorcycle?

The one we buy and stash

in the trailer before you go.

- Know what you get at the end of the ride?

- Twenty years to life.

- $250,000, Willie.

- Great. I'll be able to buy my way out ofjail.

- Where are you gonna get the cash?

- Harols life insurance.

The last time he put me in the hospital,

he took out a policy...

and he named me the beneficiary

to make up for the broken bones.

All I want for us is a second chance.

You know?

Oh, kiss me.

Gotta go.

Okay, everybody, make a wish.

I wish I was back in Washoe!

- I love you, you know that?

- I'm so glad, 'cause I love you, too.

And we're gonna get our second chance.

Don't worry about it.

- Well, I reckon it looks pretty good.

- Far as I know, it is.

I was wondering if you might let me

take it for a quick spin, just to make sure.

Not at all. Provided you let me hold

the $500 while you're doing it.

Why, of course. Got it right here.

There you are. $500.

Thank you.

- Good night.

- Pleasure doing business with you.

Hello?

- Willie?

- Yeah?

- He's back.

- He is?

Yeah, he's taking a nap.

- Willie, he's gonna go for broke.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

- Jesus.

Yeah, I know is soon.

- Did you get the bike?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Where'd you put it?

- In the parking lot at MGM Casino.

Parking lot? Somebody could steal it.

If somebody steals it, is a sign

we shouldn't go through with this.

Don't be negative. You getting nervous?

What, me? Nervous?

No. Why should I be nervous?

Jesus, Bonita, I just laid out $500

for the bike...

over $250 for the gear.

What more do you want from me?

A phone call from the casino tomorrow

saying that everything's okay...

and that you're gonna go ahead.

- Okay, whas the number?

- 555-88...

No, wait a minute.

The things she makes me do.

- All right, go ahead.

- 555-8810.

- 8810.

- You'll call me, right?

Yeah, now, where is this famous cliff

that I'm supposed to dump him at?

Okay...

Yeah.

- Tonighs the night. I'm gonna bust him.

- Tonight?

Sh*t, thas too bad.

I mean, he's such a nice young guy.

What the hell you call him that for?

I don't know.

Just a figure of speech, I guess.

I'm gonna break him into little bitty pieces

and use his bones for poker chips.

My Harols gonna go out there

and destroy some poor soul...

who never harmed a hair on his head.

I'm his Jonah.

Every time I come on board his boat,

I bring him bad luck. Thas my power.

But, baby doll, don't you remember

the original Jonah in the Bible?

He didn't like bringing people bad luck.

- I'm different.

- I know.

- You love it.

- You bet your ass I love it.

Lots of luck, Harold.

- Hello?

- Harols gonna play tonight.

- Tonight? You said tomorrow.

- I know. But he couldn't wait.

I'll see you at the casino.

No. I'm not coming in tonight.

I phoned in sick.

To tell you the truth, I don't feel so hot.

- Is probably your nerves.

- Yeah. So is on?

Yeah, providing I don't beat him.

All I want to do is get rid of my jinx.

No jinx, no murder.

You can't beat him. I'll be waiting here

for your phone call, okay?

Yeah.

Hiya, dealer.

Milt, look, he's here again.

Hundreds, please.

Jesus. Maybe I should have wore

a tie tonight.

Looks like your friend is going for the kill.

Just give me the ball, coach,

and I'll run for daylight.

I hope so, kid.

Id be nice to see a little sunshine.

Eighteen. Pay nineteen.

Thanks, sport.

Bingo.

All right. Twenty-one.

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