Judgment Night Page #3

- [Laughing, Indistinct Talking]

- Get us back on the expressway.

- Jesus!

- [Tires Screeching]

[Homeless Men]

Good-bye!

[Ray] Lock the doors.

[Mike] You got the gun.

Anybody comes through the

door, we blow 'em away.

[Ray]Just lock the doors.

[Frank]

I'll lock the goddamn door.

[Ray] I don't even

know if I'm insured

on this thing.

Whoa, wait.

What?

You really know how

to use this thing, Razor?

Beretta 9mm.

Sh*t happens, man.

[Chuckling]

You were right, Frank;

you never know what maniac's

gonna pull out a gun.

About the only maniac

I know is you.

Hey, you know what we need?

We need a friggin' map.

Who carries a map?

Thousands of unarmed people

who drive Hyundais

carry maps, Ray.

[Frank]

Now how about getting us

outta here?

I think there's a map

in the glove compartment, man.

Right here?

No, the one right

to the right of it.

Right.

Well... Here it is.

You're a little closer

than I am.

- Oh, hey, hey!

- [Tires Screeching]

[Grunting]

Oh, Jesus!

Who... What was that?

[Mike] I don't know,

I think we hit somethin'.

Maybe a dog or somethin'.

No, we didn't.

Ray, I felt it.

I think we hit someone.

You know where the hell we are?

They're scam artists, okay?

- They make a living doing this.

- Doing what, Ray?

Run out into the street,

pretend to get hit

and blow your head off!

Somebody

might be hurt, Ray.

[Ray]

Frank, what are you doin'?

I'm gonna check it out.

What are you... Frank!

You guys doin'

the Mother Teresa show?

Wh... Hey. Hey!

Nothin' down here.

[Panting]

He's dead.

Think again, a**hole.

Sh*t!

Be careful!

Easy, easy, easy.

Come on, don't move.

[Panting]

It's gonna be all right.

- What's happening?

- We hit somebody! Call 9-1-1!

Ohh! Oh, my God.

I don't believe it.

Aah.

[Dialing]

[Ringing]

[Woman] 9-1-1 emergency.

How long did they say

it was gonna be?

The phone's dead, man.

There's no service in this

shithole part of town!

Okay, we gotta get him

to an emergency room.

Oh, how do you

work this, Ray?

I didn't see him, man.

He came out of nowhere.

I never...

It wasn't my fault.

Hey! Bring him

into the RV!

Come on.

All right.

[Panting]

Okay. All right.

I got ya.

[Bottles Shattering]

Is he okay?

Hear me out.

Let's figure this thing out.

Move, Ray!

Move!

Aah!

Easy, easy, easy!

Careful, careful!

All right,

easy, easy, easy.

Easy, easy.

[Grunting]

Aah!

Be careful,

be careful.

[Frank]

What the hell happened?

Ray, get a towel.

[Man Coughing]

- Ohh!

- [Ray] He's been shot!

Put this under his head!

Be careful. Easy, easy.

Ohh!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- It's all right.

[Coughing Continues]

He's a thief, man.

The cops probably shot him.

They'll be back any minute.

- What happened, kid? Who shot you?

- Hey, leave him alone.

Goddamn it, somebody shot him!

We could all be in danger!

- We're not gonna leave him.

- Look, I've had a lot

to drink tonight, okay?

Hey, man, what's your problem?

The kid is hurt.

You want me to go to prison

because of this punk?

It is not our concern.

Yes, it is, Ray.

They're coming after me.

You gotta help me.

We won't let anybody hurt you.

- You gotta get me outta here!

- Shut up, goddamn it!

I can't hear myself think!

[John]

Ray, you shut up!

Who the hell are you

tellin' to shut up?

No, wait!

Listen.

[Distant Siren Blaring]

[Man] You can't tell them

about the money.

[John] We'll catch 'em.

Everything's gonna be fine.

[Man]

Look, that's not what

I'm worried about, man.

- There they go, right there!

- [Ray] They didn't see us.

We gotta catch 'em!

Look, we should get

our stories straight.

If you're not gonna drive,

I will.

[Mike] Let's go!

Get out of the way!

[Tires Screeching]

There they go!

[On P.A. System]

Hey, help, police! Help!

We got somebody shot!

Hey!

[Siren Blaring]

They turned the corner!

Hey!

S- O-S! Hey!

We got wounded in here!

Frank!

Frank, take it easy

Sh*t.

Where the hell are they?

[Mike Screaming]

[Mike]

F***!

Where did they go?

- [Tires Screeching]

- Whoa!

Ohhh!

[Mike Coughing]

Ohh!

Ray, you okay?

Ray? Huh?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You all right, Frank?

Yeah, I think so.

[Frank]

I didn't see 'em.

[Indistinct Mumbling]

Aah!

[Grunting]

Ahh!

What the hell hit us?

My guess?

Probably some no-insurance...

car-driving a**hole bashed

into us in a f***ing junker!

Un-f***in'-believable!

- Ray, calm down.

- Calm down?

This stuff's

gonna cost me a fortune.

I'm now the proud owner of

a nice little fax machine.

Gonna fax myself.

Might be nice for me later.

Large screen. Huh?

Brand-new piece of sh*t TV.

- This'll be mine. All right. Okay.

- You okay, brother?

Yeah, I'm fine.

This stuff's gonna

cost me right here.

Uh.

We're stuck in here.

We're stuck, okay?

We're stuck in this piece of sh*t

which I now own, okay?

This piece of f***in' sh*t!

Ray, Ray!

- Ray! Ray!

- Calm down!

Hey, Ray, why don't you

try and start this thing?

F***, get a window open

or somethin'.

[Grunting]

Damn thing's stuck.

Great. Wonderful.

[Engine Cranking]

It's dead.

We're not goin' anywhere.

- They're out there.

- Who you talkin' about? Who's out there?

You guys don't know

what you're messin' with.

We gotta get outta here!

We gotta get ou...

Shut up! We're doing

the best we can, all right?

All right, quiet!

[Wind Whistling]

[Slamming]

[Man]

You hear that?

I'm gonna

take a look around.

No, don't do that.

They'll blow your head off.

Ray, get the gun.

Get the f***in' gun, Ray.

It's gone.

What?

It fell out when we hit.

It's gotta be here.

Try and find it.

[Mike]

Look for it.

[Ray] I'm lookin', man.

[Mike]

You see anything?

Nothing.

Seems okay.

I think we can all

squeeze through there...

What up, Teddy?

Playin' a little hide-and-seek?

Come here, motherf***er!

Back the f*** off!

[Teddy]

No!

- Ladies.

- No! Come on, man!

You wanna get tough with me, kid?

You wanna keep 'em, huh?

Back off, kid.

You ain't got no balls.

Now, you children sit tight

and no one'll get hurt, okay?

Crack a window.

You okay?

[Dialing, Busy Signal]

The thing isn't working?

I thought you said

there was no service.

Look...

[Grunting]

Sykes, look, no.

You know...

Shh.

[Car Approaching]

[Tires Screeching]

[Teddy] This is crazy.

Sykes, you know me.

[Sykes]

See, Teddy, the problem is,

No, there's no problem, man!

You broke one of his rules.

It's not like that, man.

I didn't do anything.

All you gotta do is tell Fallon,

that's all I'm askin'!

- Tell Fallon what?

- Well, go ahead, tell him.

[Panting] Look, it's not

what you think, man.

I-I wasn't running, man.

You got it wrong. Look.

I got all the money right there!

You... You can count it.

[Sighing]

How could you steal

from me, Teddy?

I-I wasn't stealin' from you.

It's right there. All the money, man!

Only thing I hate worse than

a thief is a liar, Teddy.

You broke rule number one:

Do not steal from me.

[Grunting]

What you thinkin' about,

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