Lies And Illusions Page #5

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Guys, come on.

Listen, listen.

I have had it with this.

I cannot-- come on.

Hey, please don't put me

in this trunk.

Please. Come on.

I'm claustrophobic.

I don't care what kind

of disease you have.

You son of a--

help me, please. Help me, please.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Help! Come on!

Let me the hell out of here!

Oh, God.

Wes, let's go.

Wes?

- Come on, girlie.

- Hey, hey!

Where are you going?

Hello? Hello?!

- Where are you?

- Sam. Sam! Sam!

I'm in the truck of a car!

- Well, what are you doing there?

- Oh, this is my thing.

It's what I do.

I'm just relaxing.

- Where are they taking you?

- They failed to mention that

- before they threw me in here.

- This is very, very bad.

I don't even understand.

Why did you even leave?

- Because you're both insane!

- Nice. That's very funny,

very cute.

Oh, God, I'm a dead man.

I'm a dead man!

Okay. Well, just relax.

Do you have any idea

where you are?

I don't know, I hear traffic.

- What happened? Are you okay?

- We just hit a bump.

Major pothole.

Drive a little safer, would you?

- Jackass!

- Shut up!

You almost gave me

a heart attack.

Oh, wow. Jesus,

I'm so sorry to hear that.

The guy drives like a lunatic.

You have no idea

what I've been through.

Are you actually gonna

guilt-trip me right now?

Wes, if I hadn't died that night,

we would both be dead right now.

Oh, what? So you're gonna say

you did all this sh*t for me?

- Thanks a lot.

- No. Don't you get it?

I stayed dead

for the both of us.

Hey, hey, while we're at it,

one question:

"Why were you even with me?"

I had enough of your bullshit.

Huh? God!

I felt normal

when I was with you.

You know, I--

I never had to pretend.

I could just be myself.

Oh, Christ,

I don't have any bars!

Wes, say something.

Wes?!

Damn it!

Come on, let me out of here!

- I said shut the f*** up!

- Damn it!

My book!

Son of a b*tch has no respect.

Come on, Wes!

God, where are you?

Sh*t.

Where are you?

Oh, God.

- Which ear, the right or the left?

- Please. You don't have to do this.

I won't tell anybody

about you guys' existence. I swear.

Did she honestly think there was

anywhere on this entire planet

- that she could hide from me?

- You seem like nice fellas. Come on.

- Kill him.

- No, no, no, wait, wait.

- No ear?

- No. Listen, listen.

I'll put in my next book.

How does that sound?

Like having my balls licked

by a porcupine.

Kill him.

You kill me, you get nothing.

Can I get that?

I know that hurt.

Wes?

No, Alicia.

Or is it Sam?

Let me talk to Wes!

I know my diamonds are nearby.

Shall we go get them?

- And no, that is not a question.

- I need him to get the package.

So many problems and distractions.

Okay. Come to the corner

of Washington and First.

And please don't make me

hurt him.

I swear to God, Isa--

God damn it!

Hello?! I'm actually

quite good in here now.

Very comfortable, quite cozy.

I said shut the f*** up!

You've been

a very naughty girl, Alicia.

Where's Wes?

What? No kiss?

What? Come on, come on!

- Let me out of here, you--

- Wes, we're gonna get you out.

- He has to go in alone.

- Is that you, Sam?

Get me the hell out of here.

Hi, honey. There's some good stuff

in here. You should read it.

All right, what the hell is going on?

- Sweetie, you have to go in the bank.

- Another bank?

What am I supposed

to do in there now?

Look, everything you need

is inside.

Don't be a hero, Mr. Wilson,

or I'll put 2 more holes in her,

and I don't mean the good kind.

I can't believe I signed

a book for this guy.

Stay close, sweetheart.

This is unbelievable.

Oh, okay.

Good morning, sir.

Hi. I need to get in

to the safety deposit box.

- Passport.

- Right. Of course.

My fiance, she passed away.

She died, yep.

Rest in peace.

Put your right hand

on the screen, please.

Right.

High tech.

- Your key.

- Thank you.

You're welcome. This way.

Jackass.

"Dearest, I will make

this up to you in ways

you cannot even begin to imagine.

I always knew I loved you.

And this time I promise

never to let go.

Most importantly, my love,

please walk out the back door."

Sir? Sir? You can't go

that way. Sir.

Sh*t!

There he goes.

Open the door.

Get out of the car!

What the f***, you son of a--

No, no, no, you simple bastard.

Go after him!

Bring me my diamonds!

I haven't shot anyone

in a long time.

Wes, what are you doing?

- God!

- Hey!

- What are you doing?

- Hey, come back here!

Yeah!

Let's go.

Come on! Come on!

Aye aye.

Come on!

Come on!

Holy sh*t.

Sam, what the hell

are we doing?

Oh my God.

- Where's the list?

- What list?

I was hired to get

a list of Isaac's clients.

What clients?

Who are you people?

I can't leave empty-handed.

- Sorry, babe.

- So now you're gonna shoot me.

I don't believe it. Here, look.

See it for yourself. There is no list.

- Wes, grab the case.

- Thank God.

- Give me that.

- Here.

- So you don't go away empty-handed.

- The list?

Names, numbers--

it's all there.

I never did those things

your people said I did.

I was the thief. Once I figured out

what else was going on,

that's when I tried to get out.

I'll pass that along.

Get down here.

I'll cover you guys. Go!

Let's go.

Go!

Ah, see there?

There's Nicole. Stop the car.

Come on, you gotta pick her up.

She gave us cover.

- Stop the car!

- Okay, fine.

You can't just leave her

out here.

Thanks.

All right, we're all together.

Let's go. Go, go, go!

Thank you, Nicole,

for the cover there.

Look, why don't you drop me off

on the next corner here?

I can go for a latte

and a deep-tissue.

Shut up, Wes!

Sweetness just keeps pouring

right out of you, you know that?

He's right behind us!

- Check the glove box.

- Perfect.

Hold on!

Jesus, she's crazy!

I'm gonna be sick!

God, no!

Whoa! Hey!

Watch it!

Hold on!

I think we've lost him.

Just do me a favor.

What do they say in mob terms?

- Just take me out.

- That would be getting whacked.

- Whacked, wiped-out, whatever.

- Look, just tell me one thing,

- are you in love with her?

- Love is a beautiful thing.

People meet. They fall in love.

They have normal relationships.

- She's using you.

- Just sit back there

- and enjoy the ride, missy.

- Girls, girls,

didn't you learn anything

from my book?

Chapter 7:
"Communication Is

the Key to Any Successful Relationship."

- Jesus!

- Get down!

I'm gonna kill

these sons of b*tches!

Look out!

I don't care anymore!

Cut them off!

Do it!

- What are you doing?

- I'm going in the park.

What!

Don't go in the park!

Stay on them!

To the bridge.

There's pedestrians everywhere.

You're gonna kill somebody.

You know what?

Just a little support would be nice.

You know what?

I don't like anything you do-- nothing.

Nothing! Sh*t!

You got 'em!

You got 'em!

Get down!

Shoot him! Shoot him!

I think you lost 'em!

Nice driving.

F*** you!

Nice work, honey!

Oh, Jesus.

We gotta get out!

Sh*t.

I'm alive!

Wes, help me.

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