Johnny Handsome Page #5

This is me.

Johnny Handsome.

What are you talking about?

Who is this guy?

They killed my friend.

They sent me to jail

and they put a knife in me.

That's my debt.

Johnny, if this is really you...

...I can't understand everything

you've gone through...

...but now you got a chance

at something here.

You got a shot at a better life.

You can't just throw that away.

You don't understand.

I mean, you just...

You don't understand anything.

So why don't you get out of here.

- Johnny.

- Go on, get out of here.

- I said, get out of here.

- Please, let me help.

Go on, get out of here,

get the f*** out of my life!

Goddamn it, Johnny,

don't do this to yourself.

Here's to us, babe,

back at it tomorrow.

Yeah, right. I put on the wig,

take all the chances...

...you put on a mask,

take all the money.

You get your cut.

Just like last time, huh, sugar?

Let me tell you something, Sunny.

Don't bet on this new guy.

I know you got eyes for him...

...but he's a loser.

I can smell it.

And I'm gonna take him out big

when the time gets right.

I know we don't get along

much anymore, baby...

...but we're still connected.

We got time in together.

That's like an investment.

You don't walk out on it.

Don't think about things, cowboy.

You ain't a thinker.

How you doing there? Dumb f***.

Mr. Bonet, may I speak to you

for a minute?

- Yeah.

- Well...

- In private, if it's okay.

- Where?

I don't know. Your office, I suppose.

- Now?

- Yeah.

Won't hurt a bit.

Let's do it. No f***ing off,

no backing up.

Just stick to the plan, okay?

Now, what is it you wanted?

Turn off the alarm.

You gotta be kidding.

You stupid f***.

You think I won't shoot you?

Now turn off that f***ing alarm.

There. I did it. It's done.

- Now please...

- Shut the f*** up!

What are you doing?

- Drop the gun!

- I'll blow your f***ing head off!

- Get down, goddamn it!

- Get down. Get down, you stupid...

- All of you, goddamn it. Get down!

- Get down!

Down!

Put... Put your hands...

Drop that phone!

What the f*** are you looking at?

Get down, you useless piece of sh*t!

Down! Move it! Move it!

Get down!

Down!

Let's go!

Yeah.

What the f*** is this sh*t?

What am I, your f***ing maid?

Larry, move your f***ing ass

and stash these now.

Move it, before somebody gets here.

Everything cool?

Yeah, perfect.

Real pretty.

Your plan worked real good, buddy.

You know, I think you and I

should drive around.

We'll hook up with you guys later.

Well, sh*t, they'll be looking

for four and not two.

Yeah, I'll stay with the money.

Then we'll meet up later.

How sweet it is.

F***, we played him great.

- I'm taking off. Alone.

- What?

- You heard me.

- What is this sh*t about?

Hey, baby, you and me, we had

ourselves a little plan, remember?

I'm going to the laundry

to clean the money...

...otherwise, it doesn't

do anybody any good.

Sure thing, sweetie.

I'll see you at the cemetery

across from the Orleans at 9.

F***ing whore.

You helped him make the switch.

You see me with any money, genius?

He had a gun on me,

what was I supposed to do?

Oh, come off it, okay?

You think I'd come back to this shithole

if I had any part of those millions?

Son of a b*tch!

We really ate it, didn't we, baby?

Quit feeling sorry for yourself.

I don't know how it started.

Suddenly, there was a man...

...with a mask and a gun.

I never had a chance. I might've

could of handled the situation...

You're a little far from home,

ain't you, A.Z.?

Really interesting case

you got here, Monte.

Just thought I'd take a peek.

Just looking at the serial numbers

on them stolen bills.

Sh*t, they all consecutive.

You can look as much as you want to,

but this is our business...

...and we don't want no help

from out-of-parish.

Well, sh*t, Monte...

...I know y'all good old boys don't

need no help from the likes of me.

My compliments.

A very professional piece of work.

As you might know...

...l've been involved in a lot of jobs.

Usually it's after the fact, however.

And this...

...this reminds me of

another job a while back.

Three men made the hit,

plus a driver.

Three men in masks,

as a matter of fact.

Plus a girl for distraction.

Oh, I ran a check on you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Clean. So clean.

But a friend of mine down at precinct

tells me that Lieutenant Drones...

...is interested in you.

Lieutenant Drones is the man

who investigated the Prestige.

And Rafe is pulled in on the job.

Now, that's an interesting

coincidence, huh?

Beautiful.

Truly beautiful, Johnny.

Johnny Handsome.

My compliments to the surgeons.

I guess you could've shot Rafe already,

huh? But that wouldn't be enough.

- Too easy.

- Yeah.

You wanna put him

through the whole dance.

Mikey would have liked that.

Look, I'll be at

the Orleans Hotel downtown.

Get it done by 9.

Yeah, Lewis?

I got it.

Yeah, all of it.

Lewis, I told you.

I told you I gotta get out of there

by 8 p. m. On the dot. Now...

...is everything okay on your end?

Well, bless my ass.

Boy, you got it pulled tight in here.

Goes double

for your face, counsellor.

I can't imagine why

you're looking like that.

Johnny, are you there?

Johnny, tell me you didn't have

anything to do with...

Sure, baby, and I'm queen

of the Mardi gras.

Goddamn it. Son of a b*tch!

Rafe!

Now, does that look

like anybody you know?

God!

Hell, we thought our little pal

wasn't gonna show up tonight, huh?

Hold it right there, Johnny!

Turn around, face the wall.

Face the wall.

I imagine you were

expecting someone else.

Yeah, when I saw the money

was serialed...

...I knew a good pro like you

wasn't gonna leave an untidy trail.

Got me to thinking:

"Who would old Johnny Handsome

trust to launder all that money?

Especially with Mikey gone. "

You should've seen Vic's face

when I walked in.

That boy is no hero...

...I can tell you that.

You know, in a way, it's too bad

I didn't show up just a little bit later...

...after you'd settled up with them.

So...

...why don't I give you 10 minutes.

So I can get them?

And you can take me in?

Or they get me,

and you take them in?

And the money.

But I figure at least

you'll be happy in your cell...

...knowing you pulled the trigger

on them scumbags.

Is that the money?

All pretty and clean?

Yeah, it's payoff time.

I guess that laundry shrunk

it down into one bag, huh?

There's plenty to go around.

Where's Sunny? Hate for her

to miss out on all the fun.

What kind of fun

you have in mind, geek?

Huh, geek?

Once a geek, always a geek.

Hey, freak, did you really think

you were gonna get even with me?

Larry!

Now you put down that gun...

...and maybe we'll let

your honey keep breathing.

Get the geek's gun, Larry.

You got a real nice face now,

don't you, Johnny?

But I think I liked it better

the old way. Yeah.

And I think I can

help you get it back.

Oh, no! No!

Go ahead, Rafe, show him

what you're made of!

Stop it!

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