Midnight Run

Sh*t!

Come on.

Hey, Marvin,|what are you doin'?

He's mine, Jack. Get lost.|- F*** you.

He's mine. Eddie assigned him to me.|What are you doing?

Straighten it out with Eddie.|I'll collect the money.

I almost got killed. He shot at me.|- Back off!

I'm taking him.|This guy's worth 1.200.

What the hell we fightin' for?|We're friends.

Nothing personal, but f*** off.

Take it easy. Jesus!|Marvin, watch out!

What the f***'s goin' on?|You guys ain't cops.

No, we're ballet dancers.

Your mother teach you how to react|to strangers?

Not shoot at 'em?

Hey, Marvin, thanks for the car.

You sleep, and I'll bring it back|a little later.

Got a delivery for you, Gooch.

Good. The soda machine's been out|for a week and a half.

Check that for me.

What've we got here?

All right.|Give you any trouble?

Did you give me any trouble?

F*** you, man!|- He didn't give me trouble.

If you want your arms, walk.|- F*** you, too!

Slap it.

Mascone's Bail Bonds.

No, it's cash only.|No checks, no cards.

I'm sorry, ma'am.|That's the policy.

I wish I could help you out.|Sorry.

Just dropped off Bouchet.|Is Eddie in?

So you finally|caught someone, Jack.

Jerry, is he in?

That's terrific.

Been tryin' to reach you.|What do you got for me?

You were tryin' to reach me?|Bouchet.

Bouchet. Good score, Jack.|Nine-hundred, right?

No, it's 1.200.|- No, nine.

That's 1.200. Come on.

No. Yeah, you're right.

My stomach's killin' me.|I'm goin' to Chin Loo's for breakfast.

I wanna talk to you.|- About what?

I'll talk to you over there.|- Could I have my money first?

Of course.|You think I'm gonna try to stiff you?

You? Never! He would never|try and stiff me.

Do I detect sarcasm?|- Never.

Where have I inherited|this reputation?

I have never done business|with anybody...

and Jerry is my witness,|that I have ever, ever, ever

Has that phone ever rang|with a complaint about me?

Never. So let's go.|I'll buy you some breakfast.

I don't eat breakfast.|- Then have an early lunch. Let's go.

You ever hear of Jonathan Mardukas?

The Duke. Yeah, I know who he is.|- What do you know?

He's that accountant that embezzled|millions from some Vegas wise guy.

He gave it to charity.|- Very good.

Only thing is, it wasn't a couple|of million. It was $15 million.

It wasn't some Vegas wise guy.|It was Jimmy Serrano.

I know.|I can read the papers.

Look, I don't wanna bring up|the past, but...

isn't it Serrano who ran you out of|Chicago when he was runnin' things then?

He didn't run me out.|- You gave up bein' a cop to do this?

All right, what's the point?|- The point, Jack?

I bailed out the accountant.|I didn't know who he was at the time.

Had I known, there was no way|I would've put up the bond.

It's only time before Serrano|vanishes this guy from the planet...

and I'm out $450.000.

You're out $450.000 on this guy?

No, because I got you. You're the best.|You'll find him and bring him back.

Yeah, right.

How do you know he's still alive?

Because this guy is crazy.

He sends postcards to Serrano...

tellin' him what a great time|he's havin' with his money.

How much time do you got left?|- Friday midnight I default.

I eat the $450.000.|- This Friday?

That's five days. Forget it.|You go find him. Give me my money.

Listen to me.

I'll give you $50 grand.

$50 grand? I gotta chase you down|for $1.200. Forget it.

No, Jack, please...|- Forget about it. What else you got?

This is it. If you don't find this guy,|I'm outta business.

Eddie, I'll do it for $100.000.

$100.000!|Are you outta your mind?

This is an easy gig.|It's a midnight run, for Chris sakes!

Maybe you haven't noticed,|but I'm tired of gettin' shot at.

I'm tired of this miserable f***in'|business, every lowlife that I run into.

If you're gonna pay me,|you gotta pay me what's right.

You want me for this job,|give me what's right.

The guy is an accountant.|He's not gonna shoot you.

All you have to do is find him...

put him in a bag, hit him|with a rubber hose, bring him home.

That's easy for you to say.|Listen to me.

It's $100.000. No more, no less.|And I want a contract.

Contract?|- Right, and I want it in writing.

$100.000 and I'll have the Duke here|for you by Friday night.

Now, can I have my $1.200, please?

You do worse than any crook|I ever put a bond up for.

Stanley? Stan!

Hey, Big Dog. How are you?|What are you doin' here?

I need a favor.

I need to see the booking slip|of Jonathan Mardukas.

M-A-R-D-U-K-A-S.

Here you go.

Yes, sir.

What's that?

The number he called|right after he was arrested.

Are you Jack Walsh?

Excuse me.|- Are you Jack Walsh?

Do I know you?|- Alonzo Mosely, FBl.

That's a nice badge.|How can I get one of those?

I wanna talk.

Call my social secretary.|- Very funny.

I wanna talk to you.|- Take your hands off me!

Geez! Take it easy!

It's a $10 fine for jaywalking in L.A.|- Oh, shut up!

I want to know if you're working on|anything to do with Jonathan Mardukas?

Never heard of him.|- I believe you have heard of him.

We've been working on this|Jimmy Serrano thing for six years.

Mardukas is my shot.

I'm gonna bring him in|to federal court.

I don't want any third-rate rent-a-thug|who couldn't cut it as a Chicago cop...

bringing him to L.A.|on some bullshit local charge.

Do I make myself understood?

Can I ask you something?

These sunglasses, they're really nice.|Are they government issue...

or do all you guys|go get 'em at the same store?

Do I make myself understood?|- Can't you take a joke?

Get him outta here.

Let's talk some more.|- Get the f*** outta here.

If I hear anything,|I'll let you know.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

Could I have my sunglasses back?|- Here's your sunglasses.

Thanks. Thanks for this too.

"Alonzo Mosely".

Alonzo.

How's that?

Looks fine to me.

Harold Longman, please.

Harry? Jack Walsh.|How ya doin'?

You got that address check|on that phone number for me?

Okay. Thanks a lot, Harry.|Say hello to Julie for me.

Okay, bye.

Thank you.

You Jack Walsh?

Who wants to know?|- Answer "yes".

We'd like to have a word with you.|- Yeah? What about?

It involves big cash, lotta prizes.

I'll make it short. The people|I work for are interested in your visit.

Yeah? Who do you work for?|- Your old friend from the Chicago days.

You're here for the Duke. You think he's|in New York, and we think you're right.

That's a nice jacket.|What is it, goat skin?

Come on, Joey, please, will ya?|Never mind him.

I hear you didn't cooperate|with my boss a few years back.

Is that what you heard?|- Yeah, but I got a news flash.

He'd pay a lot more for the Duke|than that bail bondsman in L.A.

How much more?|- How about a one with six zeroes?

Are you gonna propose?|- Propose?

'Cause if you're not,|quit starin' at me, okay?

You're staring at me.|- Joey, back off, will you, please?

Mr. Walsh, your car's located|in space number 206.

You can catch our shuttle bus|just through these doors.

Thank you.|- Here's my number, Jack.

Ask for Tony Darvo. That's me. They'll|put you through to wherever I am.

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