Lies And Illusions Page #4

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- And who else?

- Me.

- Excellent student, Mr. Wilson.

- I'll be back as soon as possible.

- Okay.

What the hell is this?

Mr. Boone will

accompany you inside.

- Why?

- Insurance, Mr. Wilson.

The girl isn't enough?

They rarely are.

See you in a minute.

Hi, what's your name?

Excuse me.

Miss, where are the boxes?

- What?

- Sorry. The...

safety deposit boxes.

I need to get in there.

- I need to see your key.

- Oh, right.

I also have a letter

from the court

authorizing me.

And the death certificate's here.

- Passport.

- Right.

Passport. Hang on.

- There it is.

- Please have a seat.

Sign here, please.

You know that book you wrote talking

about gender roles and relationships?

You know, the guy should cook

for his wife once a week?

Any recipes you recommend?

Mr. Wilson, how do you do?

- I'm Jeff McKenzie.

- Yeah, hi.

Well, then,

- I'm very sorry to hear of your loss.

- Thank you.

If you will.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

If you need anything else...

Okay.

- Open it!

- I'm opening it.

Okay.

Come on, let me just-- just let me

have a look inside the thing.

Damn thing.

Come on, man.

- This belongs to us. Thank you.

- Yeah.

Psycho, psycho, psycho.

Come on, let me just have

a look in the box. Come on!

Hey. No!

- Wes.

- Sh*t.

- Are you all right? Come here.

- Get what he wanted?

- I don't know. There was a case.

- Honey, what was in it?

- I don't know. He just took it.

- Anything else?

- Mr. Wilson?

- That was it.

You left your bag in the vault.

Is everything all right?

Just keep it.

All right, let's just get

out of here. Come on.

Ah, thank God

they didn't hurt you.

What are we gonna do?

Let's go back to the hotel,

pack and get out of this nightmare.

They got what they wanted.

Sam is gone.

I just wanna move on

with my life.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Sam would have wanted it that way.

She's trying to f*** with us.

I won't let that happen.

I've got an idea. We make this whole

thing move a little bit faster.

Why don't you go get the car,

I'll get the bags?

Okay, I'll see you in a minute.

Okay.

Wes.

- Oh, holy sh*t!

- I'm so sorry.

Oh, this is crazy. This is not

happening. Who the hell are you?

- I have put you through so much.

- You've put me through so much?

You have no idea what the hell

I've been through. This is insane.

Wes, you need to listen.

I don't have much time.

What the hell

are you doing here?

Please. This is just crazy. Tell me--

tell me this is a dream, please.

It's not.

I'm only here to warn you.

But you're a little late.

Wes, this is really important.

I need you to meet me under the bridge

near the clock tower, alone.

Now hold-- hold on.

You've been dead for a year.

I've been chased around

by these fricking weirdoes.

Now you want me to follow you

to God knows where?

I mean, didn't you care

about me at all?

Of course.

I was trying to protect you.

Well, you're doing a hell of a job.

I've barely been gone a year

and you're already screwing around.

Oh, no. Time out, time out.

You were supposed to be dead.

That woman you're with

wants what Isaac wants.

That's insane, completely insane.

I know I have

a lot of explaining to do.

- You think?

- But the less you know the better.

So then it's true.

You did steal from him?

Look, meet me by the clock tower

in the park. And lose the girl.

What?

- Oh my God.

- I have to go.

- What?

- We need to split up.

Remember, clock tower,

lose the girl.

Yeah, he's upstairs.

Okay. I'll wait for your instructions.

All right.

Hey, honey.

How have you been?

Good, just pretending

to be dead for a year.

Get down!

Oh, Jesus!

Let's go!

What the hell?

Oh, Jesus.

Come on, this way.

Get out of the way!

- Watch out! Wes--

- The gun--

- God, he's shooting.

- Get out of my way.

I've got him!

- Hang on.

- Hold him back.

You're going down!

Wes, get down.

You killed him!

- What the hell is going on?!

- I worked for Isaac.

- Wow, I didn't know you at all, did I?

- Look,

I stole $10 million in diamonds

and a list of Isaac's special contacts.

He wants it back.

What the hell kind of business

is this guy in?

He smuggles guns,

weapons, jewels-- whatever.

- So what? He thinks I have the gems?

- Well, we will.

And he won't stop

until we're dead and he has it all.

So what? What-what-what

what do we do?

So lose the girl

and meet me where I said.

I have a plan.

Just trust me.

I'm just a writer!

- Honey, do you have the keys?

- Yeah, I do.

It's a nice spring day.

Cops. And I've got

the murder weapon-- perfect.

Check it out.

Coffee, please. Black.

Thank you.

I love this town.

My dad used to bring me here

when I was little.

Was he in the spy game as well

or did you just

fall into it yourself?

He sold refrigeration equipment.

Believe it or not,

that was my next guess.

Wait, is that code

for "He iced people"?

The only icing he did

was for restaurants.

You made it sound

like they were dead.

They are.

That wasn't a lie.

You know, I never

really lied to you.

- I just never--

- Never told me the truth.

Don't even try it.

Come on, please.

- I was in love with you.

- Please, Wes,

just try to understand.

So how have you been,

asides from being

a thief and a liar?

- I don't like your tone.

- You don't like my tone?

Oh, I'm sorry. You'll have to excuse me.

I'm not used to having conversations

- with my dead fiance every day.

- Are you done?

I'm not-- I'm just getting started.

Do you understand

you just killed

another human being?

- It's not the first time.

- Jesus Christ!

- You know, I went to the bridge--

- You were followed.

- Followed?

- Where's the girl?

She's got a name, by the way.

Her name is Nicole.

- And I ditched her like you told me to.

- She's not who she pretends to be.

Oh, you've said that already.

Please. She's a nice girl.

She's got nothing to do

with any of this.

She'll leave you

when she gets what she wants.

Hey, listen, honey,

not everyone is a liar like you.

- Wes.

- 'Cause I'm-- I'm a dead man.

Isaac knows where I live.

If he can kill me here,

he can kill me there.

I mean, there's-- there's no escape.

- I can protect you.

- Oh, please.

- Look, you have to believe me.

- I can't even believe my own eyes.

Oh, sh*t.

Nicole, how's the Bureau?

- How does it feel to be alive?

- You two know each other?

She's been tracking me

for years.

So, Wes, anything

you wanna tell me?

Me?

Who the hell are you?

She's a fed.

Wait, wait a sec. You both are in

on this? I don't believe it.

- I told you. She wants the diamonds.

- No, we want the list.

I've cared about 2 women in my life

and they've both lied to me.

Not little white lies, but big,

huge get-me-killed kind of lies.

I have to go.

Come on, girls. Girls!

Oh, nice!

Ladies, please.

Leave him alone.

That was my pint!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Crazy fricking women.

Taxi! Hey, taxi!

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on, what the hell?

Hey, that's my beer.

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