Lucky Numbers Page #9

An old face from the past.

What's on your mind, gorgeous?

- Oh, just wanted to say hello.

- Really? That's sweet.

'Cause the last time we chatted,

l believe you threatened to kill me.

Gee, has something changed

since then?

You really did out smart us,

didn't you? Screwed us royally.

- I'm impressed, Dick.

- I'm like a lion that way.

I hide in the weeds, bide my time,

then i jump out and tear the ass

off some dumb buffalo.

Ooh. So, Mr. Lion,

how are you gonna

cash in that ticket?

I'll think of something.

Don't lose any sleep over it.

Believe me, honey,

i sleep like a baby,

'cause the second you try

to cash in that little f***er,

I'm going to the lottery commission

and tell them everything.

If you did that, I'd rat you out

quicker than a frog can take a piss.

Mmm.

- What do you want?

- Halfsies.

Half.

Have you been exercising?

'Cause you look great.

Deal.

Nothing like rekindling

an old friendship.

Hey, that's him. Wagstaff.

- Wagstaff?

- Yes, Wagstaff.

Are you sure?

Light hair, 6'2' lives here.

You need anything else?

- Does he have a record?

- You should read the report.

Wagstaff was overheard bragging

about the bookie's murder in a bar.

Oh, what a jerk.

You know what would

be unfortunate?

If we got into that whole

let's-follow-him rigmarole.

- [Tires Screeching]

- Oh, perfect.

[ Grunting ]

Oh, man! It's getting cold out, huh?

I never realized

how heavy these were.

K.C. inducted engines, twin carbs.

Just touch that throttle and boom!

It's like gettin' a chick off.

- That wasn't your sales pitch.

- Oh, yeah.

You actually said that to people?

Well, you know,

just, like, biker types.

Huh.

Hey, Russ.

Checkit out.

I don't believe it.

I thought you called for

partly cloudy and pleasant tonight.

A backdoor cold front.

- A what?

- A backdoor cold front. Rare.

Almost impossible to predict.

The atmosphere -

a beautiful yet fickle beast she is.

Is that from the Evel Knievel play?

Yup.

[ Sighs ]

[ Engine Backfires ]

[Backfires]

[Chambers]

Where in the hell is he going?

Beats me.

He's definitely up to something.

Definitely.

We should call for backup.

You know, it never hurts.

You know, backup,

it's like an old friend.

It's like an old sweatshirt

you slip into on a cold night.

Are you listening, Chambers?

Get your head out of the clouds!

- Hey.

- [ Moans ]

Hey, wake up.

Come on. Wake up.

- F*** it.

- [ Crystal Screams ]

- What?

- Wake the f*** up!

- What is this?

- What do you want?

- You know what I want.

- My wallet. Take the $50 out.

And don't hurt me!

I'm just sleeping over.

- Where's the ticket?

- What ticket?

- Gig sent you?

- The tooth fairy sent me, Twiggy.

- Who do you think?

- Hey, please leave.

Don't f***in' play games with me.

I'm hopped up on wine coolers and

antidepressants. I don't feel good.

- Where is it?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- No, I don't know.

- Do you like baseball?

- What?

- Do you like baseball?

- Yes.

- Who's your favorite player?

- Ted Williams.

Ted Williams. He had some swing.

It was sort of like this.

[ Both Screaming ]

No, hey, hey. Hold on.

Just take it easy.

I'm gonna call for backup.

- I'm gonna go around the back.

- No, you're in cowboy mode.

Stop that! Wait for backup.

Oh, sh*t. Sh*t.

Sh*t!

- We speaking the same language?

- I'm gonna give him the ticket.

It's not worth it.

Life's too precious.

Good girl. That's all i ask for,

a little cooperation.

- Here's cooperation, you sh*t!

- Aaah! Ooh!

- Oh!

- Aah! Aah.

- [Door Slams]

- Police! Freeze!

Don't shoot! No, no!

There's a raving crazy guy up there!

Just go kill him.

Aah! Ohh!

Lakewood, I'm hit!

- Huh? Say what?

- Don't let him through!

Aah!

[Crystal] Somebody!

Get me a f***ing robe!

- Isn 't it ironic?

- Yeah, ironic.

Just another word for saying

You're getting screwed.

But so what, right?

It's all over now anyway.

In a while, bim-bam-boom, I've got

this town in the rearview mirror.

- Hey, take me with you, boss.

- What?

- Yeah, a little Colorado road trip.

- No, no, Larry.

Come on. Let me go.

I'm practically a fugitive.

I can't take you with me.

Well, Russ, today, yeah,

I'm an authorized

Yamaha sales associate,

but tomorrow

l'm just another guy...

boxing peanut butter cups

at Hershey.

Come on, Russ.

I have faith in you, man.

You would just drop everything

to come with me?

Yeah, let the word go forth -

The Russ Richards freight train

is about to leave the station.

New horizons, new conquests.

- Ready to kick some new ass.

- Bob Barker, watch out.

Russ Richards is heading west.

Now let's see what's behind

door number three. Whoo-hoo!

You brought me fame and fortune

and everything that goes with it

I thank you all

- Come on.

- This will be no bed of roses

All right,

l'll take the first eight hours.

- Ever driven one of these things?

- Nope.

I consider it a challenge before

the human race and i never lose

All right. Here we go.

Hey. Yeah, baby.

[Laughing]

We are the champions

My friends

And we'll keep on fighting

Till the end

Damn the torpedoes!

Full speed ahead!

- Whoo!

- We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions

- So far, so good. Let's go.

- [Gear Shifts]

[Loud Crashing]

I'm not gonna look.

- I think that's a good idea.

- Yup.

[ Chattering ]

- Easy, easy.

- I got it.

Let's get him up.

- Dick, where's the ticket?

- [ Moans ]

- Answer me.

- He can't. He's been sedated.

Why did you do that? Oh!

F***.

Here.

Oh.

- Thank you.

- That was very brave tonight.

- Yeah.

- He was an animal.

No sh*t, the f***ing creep.

Oops. Excuse my French.

Um, can i give you a lift...

to the hospital?

Why? I'm fine.

No, I meant,

to be with Mr. Simmons.

Oh, right. Yeah.

It's kinda late, and i have

a lot to do in the morning, early.

- Stuff.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, we might need

some more information, and, uh,

uh, i might call you.

I'm available.

- Fantastic.

- Okay. Can i go now?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

[Man] Get him out of here.

Hey, Chambers.

All right, hang on just a second.

[ Loudly ]

How you feeling, partner?

I'd feel a lot better if I could get

to the hospital. Make this quick.

We're all gonna pull you

through this, all right?

Positive attitude -

that's everything.

Hey, pal, he got shot in the leg.

I think he'll be fine.

Let's hope so. Be careful with him!

[ Larry ] What are you doing?

I'm trying to disconnect this

so we can get out of here.

[Radio Buzzes]

[Female Dispatcher]

Base to Car Six.

[ Groans ]

What?

Got a jackknifed tractor-trailer

at Route 22 in Devonshire.

- You're about a mile away.

- [ Sighs ]

Great. Now I got

another 20,000 forms to fill out.

[ Grunting ] Why do they

make these things out of metal?

Uh, I think it's twisted.

No, it's coming. It's coming!

- Oh, I don't know, Russ.

- It's coming!

Sh*t! F***!

Why - Why the hell

is it snowing now?

Why the f*** is it snowing now?

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