Midnight Run Page #4

I wanna make a collect call|to Eddie Mascone from Jack Walsh.

Mascone. Bail bonds.|- Jerry, it's Jack. Put Eddie on.

Jesus, Jack! Where the hell you been?|- I wanna talk to him. Where are you?

Where am I?|I wanna ask you somethin'.

How come Dorfler is on my ass? Did you|put him on this, you son of a b*tch?

Wait a minute. Dorfler...

How could I put Dorfler on you?|I don't know where you are.

You had nothin' to do with it?|- Where are you? You got the Duke?

You're damn right I got him.|- Where are you?

Where am I? I'm somewhere between...|I don't know... Toledo and Cleveland.

We're gettin' on a bus.|- Bingo.

Bus? Don't get on a...|Are you outta your mind?

Shut up and listen.|We're gettin' on a bus.

I wanted to let you know|we're on our way. Bye.

Don't hang up!

Sh*t! What the hell|is this guy doin'?

I don't know.

Listen, maybe I oughta get|some donuts or somethin', huh?

Two one-way tickets to Los Angeles.

Still gonna make our schedule.|- I'll get you there on time.

Don't have any illusions.

lllusions?|- Illusions. Illusions.

I'm sorry, sir.|This card's been cancelled.

Huh? Has it been cancelled?

I'm sorry. That's a mistake.|Would you please try it again?

I checked it twice, sir.|- Please try it again.

Did you pay the bill?|- Shut up.

I'm sorry, sir.|It's been cancelled.

Ma'am, that is impossible.|I pay my bills.

There is no way|that could be cancelled. Shut up.

Please.|- It's cancelled, sir.

Would you like to try|another credit card or cash?

I don't have any other credit cards.|Please, just try that again.

All right.

Alonzo...Jack Walsh,|Federal Bureau of Investigation.

This is official business.|This man's in my custody.

I'm taking him to Los Angeles, okay?|Please try again.

Jack Walsh is not the name|on that badge, sir.

Would you like me to call the FBl?

Or would you like to pay cash?

How much is it?|- $264 for two tickets.

Here's a hundred.

Got any money on ya?|- A lot.

You call that a lot? Enough|to get you where I'm gonna get you.

One, two, three, four,|five, six, seven.

Got the whole f***in' force|after me, huh?

Who the f*** are you?|- Special Agent Mosely, FBl.

Oh, goddamn it!|I didn't do anything.

Relax. Just wanna ask you|a few questions.

Yeah. F***in' "A". Help yourself.

What do you know|about Jack Walsh?

No. Come on. Come on.|Cigarettes are killers.

So are women.|- Not the right woman.

My wife stuck it out|with me through all of this.

Yeah, stuck it out with you|and all your millions. What a trooper.

I don't have millions, Jack.|I gave it all to charity, remember?

You didn't keep a little|for yourself?

I kept enough to get away and hide.|- Yeah, right.

When we change buses in Chicago,|you're gonna have a couple hours.

Be a better man. Use that time|to look up your ex-wife and daughter.

It's a perfect opportunity.|- Why don't you mind your own business?

Why is it you haven't seen them|in nine years?

Why?

Just to get you off my back, I'll tell|you. She married a police lieutenant.

And I'm not very popular|with the Chicago Police Department.

Why aren't you popular|with the Chicago Police Department?

What, do we know each other?|Get... What a... Take...

Why?

What did you do? Why aren't you popular|with the Chicago Police Department?

That really doesn't concern you.|- Did she hurt you, Jack?

Yeah.|- I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?|- I'm sorry you're hurt.

I'm not hurt.|- You just said you were hurt.

I didn't say I was hurt.|You said I was hurt.

I asked if you were hurt,|and you said, "Yeah, I'm hurt".

You made me say it.|You put words in my mouth.

You're a grown man.|You have control over your own words.

Goddamn right I do. So, here come|two words for you. Shut the f*** up.

Excuse me. Walsh called Mascone about|a half an hour ago from outside Toledo.

He's on an interstate Coach Lines bus|headed for Chicago.

Come on.

Sir, what do we do with this guy?

Let him go.

Son of a b*tch stole my cigarettes.

When's the last time|you had a chest X ray?

You know about secondary smoke?|You could give people lung cancer...

who are innocent|and tryin' to live healthy lives.

Why don't you just go back to sleep?|Leave me alone.

Do whatever you have to do.|- Put the cigarette out.

Why don't you shut up|and leave me alone?

Put the cigarette out, Jack.

Put the cigarette out.

A pain in the ass this guy is.

Thank you.|I thought you were putting it out.

No, I'm not putting it out.

Why aren't you popular|with the Chicago Police Department?

Sid's downstairs.

What's up?|- I think you and I should talk.

What are you hangin' around for?|Take a walk.

Somebody picked up Mardukas.|- It's old news. I'm on it.

I don't have to tell you what'll happen|if he becomes a government witness.

That won't be the case.

I assumed you were taking that position,|but I advise you against such action.

Relax. Have a cream soda. Everything|will be all over within a few minutes.

Who are these guys?

Hands on the bus!

All right, spread 'em.

It's the Feds.

Remember me?

Agent Foster Grant.

Alonzo, won't you thank me|for doin' your job?

Thank you, Walsh.

Let's get the f*** outta here!

What the hell are you doing?|- Keep moving.

Relax.|- No! Come on!

Hurry it up.|- What are you doin'? Are you there?

Wait a minute. Jesus Christ!|All right, I'm comin'!

Come on!|- I'm coming! Wait a minute!

Walsh, you son of a b*tch!

God! My God!|- Shut up.

What the hell was that?|Why were they shooting?

Those are Serrano's people. They're not|waiting for you to get to jail.

You're turnin' me in.|Why are we runnin' away from the FBl?

I gotta bring you back myself,|otherwise I won't get my money.

I won't give you to the Feds.

"Alonzo Mosely".|Isn't that the name you've been using?

Let me see that.

Look at this wealth of information.|They got a tap on Mascone's line.

Son of a b*tch!

What are ya doin'?

How far do you think we'll get|in a stolen FBl car?

What's that for?|- An inside joke between me and Alonzo.

Tony Darvo, line one.|- Yeah?

Sorry. It didn't happen.

It didn't happen? Say that again.|- It didn't happen.

There were cops all over the place.|A million f***in' Feds.

It was a mess.

It was a real mess.|- Get off the line.

If they've got a tap...

Sidney, shut your f***in' mouth!

Now listen to me, dummy.|Do they have Mardukas in custody or not?

I don't know. The cops|are swarming all over the place.

We couldn't see anything.|- Let me tell you something.

I don't wanna get another phone call|like this, because if I do...

I'm gonna get on a f***in' plane,|and blow torch the both of you.

Understand?

Are you gonna stop?|I'm on the phone! What are you doin'?

I should've killed Walsh|in Chicago a long time ago.

Don't say a f***in' word to me, Sidney.

I'll bury this telephone in your head.

I can't believe this. I haven't seen|either of them in nine years...

and the first thing out of my mouth is,|"Can I borrow a few hundred bucks?"

I have a feeling this is gonna be|very good for you.

You look fine.

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