Loose Cannons Page #6

Now, come on, Harry. You know

Steckler wouldn't risk his life...

...helping you over that fence

for nothing.

Come on, you can tell us.

You were the buyer.

I don't want to have anything

to do with it.

And you guys can't make me do it!

I want my lawyer!

Okay, fine.

We don't need Mr. Gutterman anymore,

do we?

- Let's cut him loose, shall we?

- Loose?

Wait, you can't do that.

I'll be dead before dinner.

Based upon current trends,

I'd say that's a good bet.

- I think so, yeah.

- Okay!

You guys want me to confess,

I'll confess. All right, I did it.

- I'll show you where the bodies are.

- Gutterman, forget it.

- We're gonna cut you loose.

- Bullshit.

- Oh, yeah?

- You're bluffing.

- Just try me. Just try me.

- You're bluffing.

Mr. Gutterman's innocent.

We're gonna cut him loose.

- Will you process him?

- Visit anytime.

- Process me, Rachel.

- You sure about this?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- He's innocent?

Yeah, he's innocent.

Rick? Detective Fielding.

From the Wagner case,

couple of years ago.

I just wanted to repay the little help that

you gave us on that with a news tip.

Well, we've been holding Harry "The

Hippo" Gutterman as a material witness.

Yeah, Mr. Triple-X himself. Yeah.

Trouble is, we can't hold him anymore.

We gotta let him go.

We're cutting him loose. Wondered

if you want to come ask him questions.

You would? Well, great. How fast

could you have a video crew here?

Oh, terrific. So he would make

the noon report, huh?

You're gonna have a terrific interview

with this guy. He's quite a character.

- Okay.

- That's not funny.

- Now you're catching on.

- You're signing my death warrant!

Harry, don't use clichs, all right?

We have no respect for you

if you use clichs.

- But this is like a nightmare.

- Another clich.

Get newspapers involved.

It's a big story.

- Why not the networks?

- National Enquirer.

- All right, what do you want?

- When do you meet Steckler...

...to buy this film?

- Tomorrow.

- Where?

- I own a bathhouse in New York.

- Let's go.

- No, go. You go. You don't need me.

We don't know what Steckler looks like.

I don't wanna go with him. He's crazy.

And I have my doubts about you.

- Washington Post.

- Reuters International.

- TASS. Pravda.

- CNN. MTV.

- New York Times.

- I am not going!

I swear to God, if I get killed,

I'm gonna sue you guys.

- Uh-oh.

- What?

Someone we'd rather not see right now.

Oh, jeez.

- So who we running from?

- Bad men, Harry.

Chasing us to a police station.

These are really bad guys.

- Come on, move it.

- I want protection.

- You'll get protection.

- Oh, like I had yesterday?

- You're not dead. That's protection.

- You're just lucky, that's all.

- Come on, Harry. Put it in high gear.

- I got one gear. This is it.

- Who we running from?

- We're taking the van.

Hey!

- I'll drive.

- No!

- Let's go.

- Just a second.

I'd like to bring my right leg with me,

you mind?

Let's go! Come on!

Hey, you gotta sign for that.

Who the hell are they?

What the f*** you think this is? Hertz?

We can't take a chance on the road.

We'll catch a train.

- You guys all right?

- Yeah, yeah! Lose them! Lose them!

Hold on.

Where the hell you think we're going?

Let's see what you got, cowboy.

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- My God! I'm so sorry.

- Where'd you learn to drive?

- I didn't see you.

- Hold on!

- To what? No!

- Get this car out of here!

- Get into that car and get out of here!

- Get! I don't care! Get out of here!

- I can hear you. Stop yelling!

Wait! You're gonna wreck the car!

What are you doing? No! Oh, no!

- Thom McCann's, 11 E.

- I'm dead.

- Calm down. Put him on the train, okay?

- All aboard!

You have got to be the dumbest jerk

I've ever met.

Bob, you brought my application

for the FBI. Oh, thanks.

Cut the crap.

That's a writ giving me custody...

...of the prisoner, Harry Gutterman.

Ace, hold it. Bob, you got a writ.

I got a writ. My writ is better

than your writ.

Are you crazy?

This document means nothing.

You better back off quick, or I'll have

your nuts in a Cuisinart. You got that?

Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, you know

anything about mathematics?

Multiplication, subtraction?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand math.

What's this add up to, Bob?

You are crazy.

I'll see you in court. In the meantime,

stay out of my way.

I'll see you in New York. You just

screwed with the wrong man, boyo.

Get us some tickets.

Hey, that looks like Bob Smiley

from the FBI.

Hey! Yeah. Hi, Bob. How you doing?

Hey, you know this train goes

to Cleveland, Mac?

I know. We'll catch a plane back

to Philly and drive the rest of the way.

Cleveland?

I hope you noticed I've been

pretty even and clear, huh?

- Yeah.

- No episodes, no problems.

Everything under control.

I'm kind of proud of myself.

Can somebody tell me

what the hell's going on here?

Hold it, sweetheart.

Ellis, cover that dude.

Assume the position, come on.

Up, up, up.

This is the position you meant, right?

I watch American TV.

At least you didn't say, "Spread them."

I didn't see that episode.

ID's in my purse.

Rebecca Lowengrin.

Call me Riva.

"Attach Israeli Embassy."

Attach spelled Mossad?

- Mossad?

- Israeli secret service.

Oh, that's my people. I'd like to apply

for political asylum right now.

Simmer down, Gutterman.

What about these dudes?

They don't look like they're going

to a Tupperware party.

Can we talk someplace

less conspicuous?

- How about the dining car?

- We have a room with a view.

It's a very small room.

How much do you know about all this?

Just that Hitler was a very naughty boy

and that Von Metz was his buddy.

Exactly, and now in four days, this man

is gonna be chancellor of Germany.

Unless you get to that film.

Let me understand.

Von Metz and Steckler were close.

Political opponents of Von Metz

bribed Steckler...

...to see if they could find something

to use against him.

Steckler found the film,

saw it was of such great value...

...decided to double-cross everybody

and sell it to Harry Gutterman.

Von Metz killed everybody

who'd seen it?

Not Von Metz directly. There's

a mercenary named Joseph Grimmer.

He's a neo-Nazi fanatic, a psychotic. He

makes Noriega look like Mother Teresa.

Von Metz's people

have lost control of him.

- The rocket man.

- Yeah. We've met him.

So you want us to give you the film?

We believe Von Metz was

a favorite of Hitler's.

He may have been the one chosen

to help Hitler commit suicide.

I gotta think about this.

Well, do I get a vote?

Yeah, but in case of a tie, I win.

I know if I'm even partially responsible

for letting a guy like Von Metz go...

...l'll have more nightmares.

Me.

Et tu, Harry? Since when did

you get so civic-minded?

I know. I know you think

I'm a sleazebag, right?

Maybe I am. Maybe I am a sleazebag.

Maybe all my life I've been a sleazebag.

Somebody had to be the sleazebag.

If it wasn't me, maybe it'd have been you.

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