Judgment Night Page #4

Teddy?

- Come on, we grew up, man.

- All you had to do was keep

the merchandise movin', Teddy.

What was the problem?

No company car?

Not long enough lunches?

[Fallon Continues,

Indistinct]

[Frank]

We cant just sit here.

- We're not gonna do anything!

Not one f***ing thing!

- Shh! Come on!

What? What do you

want us to do, man?

Did you mention my name

to the guys in the truck?

Did you mention my name?

I didn't say anything!

Why the f*** would I say anything?

I wouldn't rat you out, man!

So what do you want me to do?

You want me to let you go?

- Then I'm supposed to conduct

business on the street.

- Who's gonna know, right?

- He's not gonna tell 'em,

I'm not gonna tell 'em.

- That's right.

- No, man, all you gotta do is...

- [Gunshot]

[Gunshot Echoing]

[Echoing Continues]

You know,

we got another problem.

How many guys

in the truck?

About four.

North Shore plates too.

Great. Just great.

Well, boys, rule number two:

No witnesses.

Come on!

- [Mike] F***!

- Come on, John,

or you're gonna be next!

- [Mike Yelling]

- F***.

[Yelling, Grunting]

[Mike]

Come on! Come on, Ray!

Come on!

- What the hell are you doing?

- [Mike] Come on!

- Aw, sh*t!

- What?

- Come on!

F***in' come on, Ray!

- Where do these guys

think they're goin'?

- [Gunshots]

[Gunshots Continue]

[Grunting]

Come on, Ray!

Come on, buddy!

Sh*t!

Oh! Sorry, man!

That's not exactly

what I had in mind.

[Frank Chuckling]

Thanks. That's what

I'll tell the dealer.

You won't be telling

the dealer nothin' unless

we get the f*** outta here!

[Fallon]

That was great. Do it again.

That's not funny.

Hey, man, that was funny!

Sh*t looks like the Hindenburg, man.

Come on!

Let's go!

[Panting]

Let's go, Ray!

[Ray Panting]

[Mike Grunting]

Stop!

Where are we headed?

[Everyone Panting]

John,

are you all right?

[Coughing]

Why? Why'd they do it?

They killed him, Frank.

They killed him.

I don't think they're

gonna follow us, man.

They won't do that.

We saw him shoot that kid, Ray.

We were witnesses.

Where the hell are we,

huh?

[Panting]

Why'd you get off

the expressway, Ray?

Are we at

the blaming stage now?

I don't remember

twisting your arm

to get off the expressway.

[Tires Screeching]

Go! Go!

[Grunting, Panting]

Hey!

[Grunting]

Forget it, Mike!

Come on!

Come on, Mike!

[Grunting]

Frank! Frank!

Ohh!

[Panting] Did they see us?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

[Engine Stops]

[Ray]

Frank was right.

- They do want to kill us.

- I never said they wanted to kill us!

- What are we gonna do?

- Shut up!

Well!

- Look what the cat drug in.

- [Mike] Keep your voice down.

[Fallon]

Hello, ladies!

What do you think

of the neighborhood?

Call these "condos"

down here.

Nice, huh?

Could be just like one of those

North Shore suburbs, huh?

Guess what?

I knew you guys would go

straight for the rail yard.

But you didn't pass "Go,"

so you definitely don't

get the 200 bucks.

You just sit tight,

'cause I'm gonna come

door to door...

like the goddamn Avon lady.

And by the way,

you f***ed up my car...

and I don't have collision.

[Man]

Guy out there sounds

like he wants to do you...

bodily harm or somethin'.

[Giggling]

I'm a college graduate.

[Man]

That's Buck.

He's got the brain

of a chicken.

[Banging]

Sure would be a shame...

if he was to hear you

in... here, oop!

Shh! Shh!

Damn shame.

[Banging Continues]

They'd... They'd shoot us

and then blow your heads off.

I don't think so.

Might even be grateful.

Might give us a reward.

All right.

All right, goddamn it.

Name your price.

Uh, well, gee,

Mr. Businessman,

[Men Laughing, Murmuring]

What did you have

in mind?

- [Fallon] Don't move!

- [Banging]

Don't whisper.

Don't even breathe.

[Banging]

Don't you hate it...

when you're tryin'

to be quiet...

and every sound...

seems to be amplified...

20 or 30 times?

[Banging]

[Fallon]

What is that?

[Sniffing]

What's that smell?

You guys wearing cologne,

or is that... fear?

Nice watch.

Go to hell.

Already there, man.

Ray, give it to him.

[Banging]

[Moaning]

[Scraping, Rattling]

[Banging]

Lucy, I'm home!

You got some

'splaining to do!

[Scraping, Rattling,

Banging]

Don't touch me!

Don't be stupid, John.

[Murmuring]

[Panting]

All right.

That's all I got.

[Sighing]

You guys are really

startin' to piss me off!

This is eatin'

into my drinkin' time.

But I'll tell you

what I'm gonna do; since

I'm such a nice person...

and so in touch

with my inner child...

I'm gonna give you

a chance to come out,

forget about the bullshit...

we'll discuss this!

I'm gonna count

to three!

One Mississippi...

two Mississippi.

All right!

Opportunity knocked,

and you failed to answer!

Don't say I didn't

give you a chance!

Come on, let's talk!

[Banging]

Let's mingle!

All right!

Now I'm gettin' mad!

This one's

locked up too, man.

It's possible they

didn't even stop here,

they just took right off.

It just doesn't

feel right, you know?

I'm a college graduate.

I used to play

college ball.

Ain't got my jacket

no more.

That's too bad.

Somebody stole it.

But, you know, I... I had...

I had great hands, man.

I mean,

you shoulda seen me!

"Go up high, Buck!"

[Grunting]

Buck!

Take it easy!

Shh! Shh!

What are you doin'?

I'd go out wide, man!

I could've been Walter Payton!

Sure you could.

This guy played too many

games without a helmet.

You think I'm funny

or somethin', man?

Who do you think you are...

wearing that jacket

and callin' me a liar?

Shh!

'Cause I'm a goddamn

college graduate!

[Indistinct Talking]

You think I'm some rummy

who never went to college!

[Buck Continues, Indistinct]

What the hell do I gotta do

to shut him up?

[Indistinct Talking

Continues]

Come on, let's get out!

Come on, man, move it!

Take out time, boys!

[Indistinct Talking,

Yelling]

Let's go!

[Shouting Continues]

[Grunting]

Sh*t! Hobo from Purdue.

I hate Purdue.

When's the last time they

ever won anything anyways?

Hmm, plastic.

That's one of 'em.

Hmm. Bums must've

rolled 'em, huh?

Welcome to

the neighborhood, boys.

[Panting]

[Sykes] There they are!

Come on!

[Grunting]

Come on,

we can outrun them.

[Mike]

This way! Come on!

Come on, come on,

come on!

[Panting]

[Grunting]

Hold it! Shh!

[Barking]

John! John!

Get up! Let's go!

[Groaning]

Frank, listen, I can't

f***in' keep up, okay?

You have to!

Don't leave my ass down here.

This is hell.

You can do this, man.

You take care of me, I'll

give you anything you want.

All I want...

is for you

to move your ass.

We're gonna make it,

all of us.

Okay.

Okay? Now,

I think we lost 'em.

All right.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah,

I'm all right.

Where are the cops?

Someone must've

heard the blasts.

You could dynamite a whole

city block, they wouldn't come.

It's criminal.

Look at this.

Oh, yeah.

Ohh, reach out and touch

someone, my ass, huh?

Great. Hey, wait,

there's lights on in

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