No Good Deed Page #3

Get the laptop.

I missed a few notes.

That's a nice piece.

I've never played it before.

I know what l want

for saving your life.

What's that?

They say playing the cello

is like dancing.

Show me.

How?

You'd have to put the gun down.

That's crazy.

I believe in the concept

of a man and a woman...

...and the man owing her one.

I mean, you did say that,

didn't you?

That you owe me one.

Don't do this.

Damn you.

Put your hand on mine.

A.

D.

G.

I could break your neck.

I should.

Yeah, you should.

Are we done?

Yeah, we're done.

We're even.

This disk contains

all the relevant routing information...

...account numbers and passwords.

It's your authentication.

Great, just a little more paperwork.

Now...

...about Erin.

He insists on meeting Erin

at his place.

We don't have time for this.

Do we know where the banker lives?

Yeah, it's over the mountain.

It's a haul.

-You've been there?

-I drove her a couple times.

-I thought they met in restaurants.

-Well, maybe he cooks.

Go there.

Tyrone called. He said it could be

another couple of hours.

I sent Willy for dinner.

Tyrone? And you trust him?

This job is no different from Seattle

or Sydney or Dallas or Miami...

...and he still needs us.

Unless he thinks he can take

a bus to the Caymans.

But this is our last one.

Then he wouldn't have called.

Do you think we'll be happy in Fiji?

We can have sex on the beach.

-Oh, Thomas!

-Let's go wait in the airplane.

You know l won't have sex

on airplanes.

But this one's on the ground.

When was he leaving the bank?

He should have been here

45 minutes ago.

She gabs on the phone, even if

the outcome remains unsettled.

Not even you would be

that dimwitted.

Maybe the two of them

are working together.

-Get out of the car.

-What?

-Get out of the car!

-Why?

Watch for him.

Hey, it's raining out here!

Then go inside.

-Get in!

-But there's an accident.

I don't want to hear about it. Get in!

You see that?

-What?

-This! This, this, this!

-Just how would he find you?

-Not by looking.

He knows where l'd go.

He can hear me think.

What would he do

when he found you?

Maybe he'd kill me.

Maybe you could prevent

that from happening.

Maybe he and Hoop are

coming back to kill you.

You worked your way partially free

from the bonds.

You'd have no choice but to kill them

in self-defense.

So give me the gun.

We could wind up with $1 0 million.

You know what happens to cops

who have $1 0 million?

-They eat their service revolvers.

-Open your mind, Jack.

You're more than a cop.

I'm more than a thief.

You'd know that if you were

paying attention.

I have been.

And l know.

Erin?

Where is she?

Erin!

Hey, banker boy.

-What are you doing in my house?

-You should thank him.

Look what a splendid effort he made

infiltrating your bank today.

Where's the disk?

Gee, it's locked.

There's no f***ing disk.

Where is it?

Oh, hey, what's this, huh?

Go ahead. It's password-protected.

Okay! Okay! Okay!

Okay, but l just risked everything

for Erin.

So you think l'm gonna blab now

just to get out of a beating?

Well, ticktock.

What time is it?

They haven't called.

They must have left you behind.

Or should l say, they left your ass?

-They wouldn't.

-Oh, and a fine ass it is.

You can sit on it until my friends

start looking for me.

Or you can cut me loose, come in

with me and tell what happened.

Damn!

What?

What?

Bastard.

I'm to blame now? Go right ahead,

but that doesn't change the facts.

They didn't need you,

so they left you.

Just shush! God.

-Hello?

-Why has the phone been occupied?

I'm sorry, l didn't know

it was off the hook.

-So why didn't you check it?

-How was l supposed to know?

Your friend here

insists on seeing you...

...before he gives us our information.

You must have f***ed your way

into his heart.

Hoop's on his way for me.

I have to get ready.

-Is this your first crime?

-Yeah.

No embezzlement,

no juggling the--?

-No, nothing.

-Not even as a kid?

-No shoplifting, no peeping Tom?

-Hardly.

So this really is your inauguration.

-Take my advice--

-You know, l stole my dad's car once.

-Really?

-Yeah, drove it to Mexico.

-So, what happened?

-Drove it off a cliff.

Never even told my father.

Apparently, driving

isn't one of your talents.

-Come on in here. Come on.

-Jack, please.

Come on.

Keep coming.

Come on, pick up the phone.

-What are you doing?

-Pick it up!

Pick this up.

I can make it look like

he died escaping.

Don't.

Now, you go get some more rope.

Remember what's to happen later.

Tyrone.

Not until we have the disk

and the password.

-Just me?

-Just you.

Oh, how fetching you look, my dear.

Perfect for a late date.

-David.

-Erin.

I tried to be there,

but they left without me.

Quick, what's the password?

-We need some time together.

-Well, there's no time.

Well, certainly a short interlude

can be squeezed in for young lovers.

Give me the gun, Hoop.

Give them 1 5 minutes, no more.

I did it! l did it.

I knew you could.

Come here, come here.

Not giving Tyrone the password

was so smart. You're so smart.

God, who knows what he would

have done if l wasn't here?

-So, what is it?

-Oh, no, no, no.

I'm going to the Caymans with you.

You cannot be seen with Tyrone.

Not now, not ever.

I'm only gonna be gone

for a few days.

And then we can go away together

like we planned.

-I don't think l can wait any longer.

-Oh, you poor thing.

As soon as we get the money.

I promise.

Enough promises.

Oh, sh*t.

I was dreaming.

We were on this beach.

I looked wonderful in my bikini.

-Yes?

-What the hell are you pulling, huh?

-Our friend became difficult.

-Difficult?

You haven't seen difficult, l have.

Try a battalion of gooks

squirting napalm up your butt.

I'll tell you what's difficult.

-And you've been amply rewarded.

-Listen to me, ass-face.

The bank could still figure this out.

-Hey.

-Hoop?

Banker boy, did you have fun, huh?

Your time's up, l'm sorry.

-What are you doing?

-You have a good time?!

-F*** you!

-Stop! lt's not his fault!

-Was your dick hard, huh?!

-Stop it!

-You f***!

-Leave him alone!

-It's not his fault, it's my fault!

-Shut up!

Stay out of this!

This is not about you!

Stay there!

What's the matter, Romeo?

Having a little trouble with your pants?

Let me help you!

F***! F***! You f***!

What are you gonna do, huh?

-You stupid....

-Please stop, please.

Hey, l told you, stay out of it!

l don't want to hurt you!

F***!

You wanna dance, huh!

l'm sorry, did that hurt?

-Stop it!

-Did that hurt? Get up.

Get up! Here, come on. Yeah!

Come on. Come on, banker boy.

You p*ssy!

-She's mine.

-Stop it!

-She's mine. She's mine!

-Tyrone!

Tyrone!

You have to hurry.

Hoop's gone crazy. He's killing David!

I couldn't stop him. I couldn't.

He just snapped.

His 1 5 minutes was up.

Did you get the password?

You?

No, l didn't get the password, you see,

because l was too busy f***ing him!

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