Midnight Run Page #3

I'm gonna tell you something.|I want this guy taken out fast.

You and that other dummy start getting|more personally involved in your work...

or I'm gonna stab you through the heart|with a f***in' pencil.

Do you understand me?|- You got it, Jimmy.

Tony, he ain't mad at me, is he?

Jack?

Jack, I think this is illegal.

I don't think you can keep|a person in a bathroom like this.

It's very claustrophobic in here...

It is? Well, I'll tell you what.|When we get to L.A....

you can tell the prison psychiatrist|all about it.

There's no air.|There's no ventilation in here.

I told you I was claustrophobic.|Come on.

What do you think I'm gonna do? Jump off|a train moving 90 miles an hour?

Jack?

Good. Thanks. Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Sit down.|- Yeah, that's great.

Very kind of you.

It's much better.|Thank you. Good.

What are you doing?

What am I doin'? Arithmetic.

Arithmetic? Maybe I can help you.|I am an accountant.

I was thinkin', after I turn your ass in|and collect my money...

I'm gonna open up a coffee shop.

How much are you getting for me?

That's not any of your concern.|But I'll tell you just to tell you.

A hundred thousand.|- A hundred thousand?

Would you take a $100.000|to let me go?

Not by a long shot.|- Two-hundred thousand?

I never took a payoff in my life, and|I'm won't start with someone like you.

Why not?|- Because you're a f***in' criminal.

You deserve to go where you're goin',|and I'm gonna take you there.

If I hear any more sh*t out of you,|I'm gonna bust your head...

put you back|in that f***in' hole...

and I'm gonna stick your head in|the toilet bowl and make it stay there.

I have to tell you, a restaurant|is a very tricky investment.

More than half of them go under|within the first six months.

If I were your accountant,|I'd strongly advise you against it.

You would?|You're not my accountant.

No, if I were your accountant...|- I told you, I took you out here...

No, I'm just saying that|it's a very tricky business...

and if I were your accountant, I would|strongly advise you against it...

as an accountant.

You're not my accountant.|- I realize I'm not your accountant.

I'm saying,|if I were your accountant.

Jerry, how the hell could he miss|the goddamn plane?

He called from the airport!

All right. It's time to bring in Marvin.|Call him. He's in Pittsburgh.

Marvin Dorfler?|- Yeah, Dorfler.

Under "D" in the Rolodex for "jerk".

Can I at least|have some french fries?

I said no, pecker breath.|Now shut up.

Dorfler.

Marvin?|Sweetheart, am I glad I got you.

Boy, do I have a job for you!|- I'm listening.

First of all, I gotta apologize,|because we were trying to find you.

It's an important job, but I couldn't|find you, so I gave it to Walsh.

But now he's f***ing it up, so...|- I don't know why you hire that guy.

I know. I apologize. You are the best|at what you do. You know that?

Do you know Jonathan Mardukas?

No.|- Jonathan Mardukas, the Duke?

I never heard of him.|- All right. That's not important.

What's important is that you find him|and that you bring him back, okay?

Last I heard, he had him in New York.|Now I don't know where they are.

If you find him, I'll give you|what I'm givin' Walsh.

What's that?

Twenty-five thousand.

But you gotta have him back by Friday|midnight, otherwise the deal is off..

Don't worry. For $25 grand,|I'll bring him in on a silver platter.

Bring him anyway you want,|but bring him, okay?

Bye.

Hey, scumbag.|- My name's Carmine, fucko.

Well, Carmine,|today's your lucky day.

Why is today my lucky day?|- Shut up!

Yeah. My name is Jack Walsh.

Excuse me.|John Wesley Walsh.

I think I lost my credit card.

Can you tell me|the last place I used it?

Yeah, 731-483-9521-13.

The Amtrak office,|Grand Central Station?

Yeah, yeah.|I remember that now.

Okay. Thanks very much.

Hey, maybe we oughta cancel|that card, huh?

Yeah. Thank you.

Familiar with the word|"arteriosclerosis"?

Cholesterol?

If you want, I'll outline|a complete balanced diet for you.

Mail it to me from "C" block.

Why would you eat that?|- Why? 'Cause it tastes good.

But it's not good for you.|- I'm aware of that.

Why would you do something|you know is not good for you?

Because I don't think about it.|- That's living in denial.

Living in denial?|- Yeah.

I'm aware of that.|- So you're aware of all your behavior.

Yet you do things not good for you.|Don't you think that sounds foolish?

No. Stealing $15 million|from Jimmy Serrano sounds foolish.

I didn't think I'd get caught.|- Now, that's livin' in denial.

I'm aware of that.|- So you're aware of your behavior.

Yet you continue to do things|that aren't good for you.

Sounds foolish to me. Don't you think?|- It was foolish.

But taking $15 million in mob money...

and giving it to charity|was good for a lot of people.

So you pissed off a mafiioso killer|just to be loved by f***in' strangers.

That makes a lot of sense.|- Don't you want to be loved?

Lots of people love me.|- Really?

Who?

I got an ex-wife,|and a daughter in Chicago.

How do they put up|with all your sarcasm?

Beautifully. I haven't seen|either of them in nine years.

Think we should go see them?|- No, I don't think we should see them.

Thanks for the interest, though.|- The job must have been tough on 'em.

I didn't do this then.|- What did you do?

I was a cop.|- You were a cop in Chicago?

Then you know|about Jimmy Serrano.

Do you have a right to ask questions?|- I think I do.

No, you don't.|- I think I do.

No, you don't.|- Why not?

Dinner's over. Let's go.

I can see this is gonna be|some f***in' trip, boy.

I wouldn't worry.|I won't be with you much longer.

What do you mean?

Knowing about Serrano, if I go to jail,|I'll be dead within 24 hours.

So sooner or later,|I'll have to give you the slip.

Sure.

Glad you find it humorous.

Let's go.|- All you're leaving is $2?

That's 15 percent.|- That's 13 percent.

These people depend on tips|for a living.

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah, I'm looking for my buddy,|Jack Walsh.

He told me he'd meet me|on this train.

Yeah, Mr. Walsh.

He's in Bedroom "D", next car.

That next car?|- Yes, sir, that way.

Thanks.|- Sure thing. Have a good night.

One word and you're dead, a**hole.

Holy sh*t! Son of a...

How the f*** you find out where I am?|- I ain't tellin' you sh*t!

Don't force me to do something!|- What's goin' on in here?

All right. Everything's under control.|Take it easy. Alonzo Mosely, FBl.

Radio ahead. I want the local police|at the next stop to arrest this man.

What the f*** are you talkin' about?|- That's enough out of you!

Get on the horn|and call the cops.

Is this good or bad news?

Mardukas and Walsh are on the Amtrak|headed to Los Angeles.

Another bounty hunter was arrested|after he tried to take Mardukas away.

I want the jet ready in 20 minutes.

Where's Jack Walsh?

He got off with the other guy|two or three stops ago.

His real name's Mosely.|- I'm Mosely!

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