Midnight Run Page #6

I had a way out of this, you know.

Oh, yeah?

What's the thing Serrano's|most afraid of?

Goin' cross-country with you.

Gettin' knocked off|by his own people.

What I know|his financial transactions...

would not only put him away, but every|mob guy he ever did business with.

That's why he wants to kill me.

I was gonna put all his records|on computer disks.

I figured if things got too rough,|I could always trade them for my life.

What happened?

What happened was I got arrested|before I had a chance to do it.

Why didn't you just leave him alone?

You don't look like the kind of guy|who would be involved in that situation.

Why didn't you leave|that heroin dealer alone?

I was a mob accountant.

I thought I worked|in a legitimate firm.

When I found out I was managing|accounts who were friends for Serrano...

I couldn't just sit back|and do nothing.

But you still took|what didn't belong to you.

How can you be on a mobster's side?|- I'm not on a mobster's side?

You're on his if you're not on mine|- I'm not on anybody's side.

I got nothin' to do with it.|- You've got everything to do with it.

You're takin' me to jail|where you know I'll be killed.

That's not my problem.|- It's not your problem?

It's not your problem?

Did you read about me in the papers?|- Yeah, I did.

Were you on my side then?|- Yeah, I was.

Then why aren't you now?|- Because now you're in my way.

I'm in your way?

You want the money for turning me|in because that's all you're about.

You're just about the f***in' money.

Hey, Jon, you think|whatever you wanna think.

Doesn't matter to me cause I'm gettin'|my $100.000 any which way you want it.

Let's go.

Hey, Tony. Hop-Along... Che si dice.|Got your camera. Take a picture.

Should I get one of these|at the airport?

Put that away.|I'm not gonna tell you again.

Tony, there they are.

How you doing, Jack?|Jimmy sends his regards.

Don't worry. We're not here for you.|We're here for him.

What are you staring at?|Are you gonna propose?

Drop 'em!|I said, drop 'em, a**holes!

Who the f*** are you guys?|- Who the f*** are you?

You're dead.|You know who you're f***in' with?

No. Why don't you tell me?|Make sure you speak into the microphone.

Very clever.|Give me the keys.

Come on, give me the keys!

The keys.

Looks like a package deal.

Goddamn it! Come on, both of you!

Who were those guys?|- You did it this time.

What are you talking about?|- Those are hired killers.

Hired to kill who?|- Hired to kill this guy.

Me. Can you believe it?

Hired by who?|- Jimmy Serrano, that's who.

F***. Why do they|wanna kill this guy?

Don't you read the papers?

I read the f***ing papers.

They got away. Gray Dodge.|Get after 'em.

How did you know where we were?|Shut up.

Did Eddie put you on this?|- Of course.

That son of a b*tch.|I have a contract with him.

A contract?|- I signed it Monday.

He called me.|Said you were f***ing this up.

I'm not f***ing anything up.|- You should've been in L.A. 2 days ago.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

I'm thinking not to turn him in|just to watch Eddie go down the toilet.

That's a good thought.|- What? Who's talkin' to you?

Yeah, who's talking to you?|He's not yours to take. He's mine.

Hear that?

Who the f*** is this?

Jesus Christ!

Do something!

You guys are the dumbest|bounty hunters I've ever seen!

You couldn't even deliver|a bottle of milk!

Will you shut the f*** up?

Where did he go?|- You think we lost him?

I don't see anything.|- I'm sure we're completely safe.

You all right?|- I'm fine. I'm enjoying it.

Marvin, give me a gun.

No f***in' way.

Give me a gun!|- Give him a gun!

Don't f*** me.

Yeah, yeah.

Sh*t.

They're not after me.

Just kidding.

You threw those away.

Always check the evidence.|Those were car keys.

There goes a hundred grand.

Eddie was gonna pay you a hundred?

What was he gonna pay you?

Twenty-five.

Son of a b*tch!

Holy sh*t!|You got 'em.

What the hell are you doin'?

See you in L.A.

Jon, where the f*** are you?

Give me your hand.|I'm slipping. I can't hold on.

Where are you goin'?

Good.

Promise to let me go?|Do you promise to let me go?

F*** you.|- Promise to let me go!

You're making it very difficult|for me to do the right thing.

I promise I'll let you go.

Oh, Jesus.

You all right?|- Yeah.

Thanks for saving my life.

Thanks for letting me go.

I'll let you go the second|you're in L.A. County Jail.

Come on.

That's right, down here!

Are you gonna stand with your thumb|up your ass or get me outta here?

This just came in.

Is this gonna upset me?

I think it's safe to say that.

Are you familiar with a potato dish,|lyonnaise potato?

It's a kind of fried potato.

But it's got an onion in it.|It's quite delicious.

It really goes beautifully|with steak, chops...

hamburger, cheeseburger,|any of your meat dishes.

It's just that|I have enough money to buy...

as much lyonnaise potatoes|as you ever...

Shut the f*** up.

I think you oughta think about it|a little bit, because it's nothing...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Cover that.

Think you could give us a ride|to the next town?

Sure, jump in the back.|- Thanks a lot.

For every sh*t,|there's six nice people.

What's that?|- It's "hello".

I can say hello|in a lot of different languages.

Not yours, but a lot of them.

Welcome, sir.

I'm not lookin' forward to this.|- You think I am?

I don't understand your problem.|The guy's an accountant.

It's been bad luck.|Plus Walsh is good.

If he's that good,|maybe I should hire him to hit you.

I hope there's no chance of any of this|coming back to Jimmy.

No chance. Rented the chopper|out of Kansas City.

He's five times removed from you.|You're clear of this.

Clear as sh*t, you f***in' moron!|The guy's still out there.

Let me tell you something.|I'm not interested...

in seeing either of you alive again|until you get the accountant, got it?

The end of the ride.|- This is it?

Is there a real town around here?

Channing's.

Yeah.

How far is that?|- Thirty miles.

Thirty miles. Jesus Christ.

What the hell kind of town is this?

Is there someone that can give us|a ride to Channing?

Is anyone going in that direction?|- No have a ride.

Excuse me. Is there a bathroom|in there I could use?

Is there a telephone here?|Telephone.

No telephone.

No telephone? Nothing.

Yeah, glad you're having a good time.

Fear of flying, you son of a b*tch!

Get back here, you son of a b*tch!

Get over here.

Stop!

Fear of flying, my ass!|You son of a b*tch, get out!

You're a goddamn pilot,|you son of a b*tch?

I didn't feel it was appropriate|to share that with you.

I'm gonna f***in' appropriate your head!|How do you turn this off?

Turn it off!

Hang in there.|I'm gonna let it down easy.

Oh, sh*t!

You're a goddamn pilot?

You're a pilot?|I'll show you pilot!

You'll love the coffee shop I'm opening|after I dump you and get my $100 grand.

All right, get back!

Get back! Everybody, back!

Give me the keys to the truck.|- You can't steal their truck.

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