Midnight Run Page #9

He's on his way.

He's heading north|on Las Vegas Boulevard.

Two miles from the airport.|We're on him.

Why are you smiling?

I feel like a cop again.

I'm finally in the presence|of greatness, huh?

The Duke.

The guy that steals money|from the scum of the earth...

and gives it to the unfortunates|of the world.

I wanted to meet you face-to-face.

Did you actually think you were gonna|steal my money and get away with it?

I stopped by here|to tell you two things.

Number one is that|you're gonna die tonight.

Number two, I'm gonna go home...

have a nice hot meal.

I'm gonna find your wife,|and I'm gonna kill her, too.

Joey, wait here for my call.|The rest of you start headin' in.

Here he comes.

Jack, long time, no see.|- Long time, no see.

You're still spendin'|all your money on clothes.

You know.

While you're in town...

if you wanna see as how, want|a free meal, let me know, it's on me.

That's the type of guy I am.|- You're a real sport.

Just give him the disks.

How's your mother?|- She's all right.

Daughter's gettin' big?|Growing up?

I was thinkin' maybe if we would've|done business way back when...

you wouldn't look like a guy|with a f***in' cup in your hand.

I'm trying to make a living.

Jack, you got those disks...

or did you lose them|like you lost your job?

Give him the disks, Walsh.

I see you, but I don't see the Duke.

We'll worry about him in a minute.|- We'll worry about him now.

Let me tell you something, Jimmy,|this isn't a reunion.

If I don't see the Duke|in about five seconds, I'm walkin'.

You know,|you're still way too serious.

Really. Listen, why don't you|hand over the tapes?

We'll go get the guy together.|- I'll see you at the arraignment.

Hey Jack.

Where is he going?

You win. All right?|- I what?

You won. You want me to yell it|over this airport?

Where is he?

He's on his way.|- I said no goons.

Never mind him. You'll get what|you want. Didn't I just tell you that?

This is gonna give me a heart attack.|I know I'm gonna have a heart attack.

Since we have this moment,|there's something I've meant to ask you.

Doesn't it bother you that|another copper is f***in' your wife?

Do you know they made|this guy a captain?

Can you imagine that? Go figure.|Made him a captain.

May I help you, sir?|- Give me a one-way ticket to L.A.

One-way ticket to Los Angeles.

Will that be smoking or non-smoking?

Take a wild guess.

Smoking.

How will you be paying for this, sir?

Sh*t. Look.|- What is it?

What the hell is he doing here?

A male Caucasian carrying a green|duffel bag, approaching the subjects.

Get him out of there as quickly|and quietly as possible.

Shoot him if you have to,|but get him out of here.

You okay?

Stand behind me.

It's all right.

All right, come on.

How's everybody doin'?|- Will you get outta here?

Back off!.

Who the f*** are you?|- Writing a book? Who the f*** are you?

Who is this guy?|- Jesus.

Marvin, you're missin'|the bigger picture here. Get out.

Wire's dead.

I didn't come all this way|for nothing.

Serrano's leaving. I don't know.|- Did he take the disks?

Serrano's got the disks.|- Let him go.

Did he or didn't he take the disks?|- I couldn't tell.

Serrano's got the disks.|He's got the disks.

Marvin, look out!

Look out!|- I'm not falling for that sh*t again!

Marvin, look out!

You stupid f***, look out!

Serrano's got the disks!|- Move in.

Take it easy! Come on!

Ow! Goddamn it!|Who the f*** are you guys?

Jimmy, there's something I've been|wanting to say to you for ten years.

What's that?|- You're under arrest.

We'll catch up to each other|one of these days.

Maybe we will.

We still got our deal?|- We got our deal.

Wait a minute! What deal? Why the f***|does he get special treatment?

See you in L.A.|- Watch your cigarettes with this guy.

What's goin' on?

Sorry. I got an hour and a half|to get you back to L.A. Thanks, Alonzo.

Mascone Bail Bonds.

Hello, Eddie, where's Jerry?

Never mind Jerry. Where are you?|Feds picked him up 20 minutes ago.

Yeah? What for?|- What's the difference?

I never trusted that guy.|Where the hell are you?

Where am I? I'm at the airport.

Guess who I'm with.|I'm with the Duke.

You got him!|You got him, Jack! I love you!

Yeah. You wanna say hello?|- Yeah. Put him on.

Yeah, say hello.|- Hello.

Hello, you son of a b*tch!|We got you...

you son of a b*tch!

Now say good-bye, ya lying piece|of sh*t, because I'm lettin' him go.

Jack?

Would've been a nice coffee shop.

Oh, Jesus.

Holy Chri... I don't get it.

I did what I wanted to do.|I got you to L.A. before midnight.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything. Knowin' you, you'll|make me wanna put those back on you.

Thanks.|- No, thank you.

Thank you.

Something to remember|our adventure by.

This better be good.

This is good.

This is very good.

When I was making my getaway,|I thought the FBl was closing in on me.

Take it.|I took some traveling money.

Take it.

It's not a payoff. It's a gift.|You already let me go.

You son of a b*tch.

You son of a b*tch.|- I told you I had money.

I know you had money,|but I didn't know you had money.

How much is here?|- Neighborhood of $300.000.

That's a very respectable neighborhood.

I don't know what to say.

Take care.

Take care.|- See ya in the next life.

See ya in the next life.

Do you know what time it is?|- Twenty-five to 12:00.

Twenty-five to 12:00.

I would've made it.

Would you have change for a thousand?

Are you a comedian?|Get outta here, ya bum!

Looks like I'm walkin'.

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