No Man's Land Page #3
They're off in France or Libya | or some other foreign paradise.
Ann has all 5,000 rooms to herself.
She likes to be alone.
Is that true?
Not always.
Maybe you should take that as an invitation.
Maybe it is.
They must have laughed | after they almost caught me...
'cause I just walked through a store, | out the back, into the car, gone.
I couldn't believe I did it.
You told me to get close to him.
Look, just don't go native on me, all right?
- What's that supposed to mean? | - You know exactly what it means.
You want results, right?
What I want is something that | I can take into court.
What I don't want is some | smart-ass lawyer getting a cop killer off...
because somebody crossed a line. | You got it?
What about the sister?
She wouldn't date the help.
At least she's got some common sense.
Hi.
Just came around.
The gate was open | and nobody answered when I rang.
I guess I don't hear anything back here.
Would you like the grand tour?
And last but not least...
this is the tennis court.
This is a basketball court.
It depends on how you look at it.
Let me guess, Ted's into basketball | and you play tennis?
Wrong.
Introducing Number 32 for Sacred Heart...
Varrick!
Sacred Hearts in trouble this year. | Do you want to play Horse?
I want to play Duck.
- How do you play Duck? | - Duck!
- Let's play one-on-one. | - Is it easier than Horse?
Sure, you just take the ball and you try | and score. It's like basketball.
Your game. You go first.
Okay.
Is that the phone?
- That's completely unfair. | - Whatever it takes.
Is that as close as you're gonna get?
I taught him.
- Are you okay? | - That's okay, no blood, no foul.
So humor me.
Foul on Number 32, Varrick. Cmon.
I figured you for a heartbreaker. | I didn't know my nose was in jeopardy.
You'll be fine.
- How long do I have to keep doing this? | - Till I tell you to stop.
Here, have a seat.
Put your head back.
How long have you and Ted been friends?
- Since l... | - Put that head back!
- Since I helped him out of a jam. | - Yeah? What kind of a jam?
His car wouldn't start.
That's not much of a jam for Ted.
- He's been in bigger, has he? | - You could say that.
Maybe he's learning.
Learning what?
How to choose his friends | more carefully.
Okay, sit up.
- Stopped? | - Yeah.
You're good.
Blood brings out the mother in me.
I already got a mother.
Einstein.
You just dropped three years | of your salary here.
Danny Millers on Line 4.
Bill. Malcolm wants to see you.
Showtime, bro.
- You really like this sh*t? | - Yeah!
What are you, my father or something?
Just drive.
A bunch of Mercedes.
A couple Rollses.
A Ferrari. I don't see no Porsches, man. | I got tickets to the Lakers.
You're not going anywhere | until we get a car.
Clifford. Too tough.
Just got lucky.
It's awful close to the elevator. | Let's look some more.
What, you want one with keys in it, too?
Just keep your goddamn eyes open.
Get your hands up!
Get out of the car! Get over here!
Got him?
- Go downstairs and call the cops. | - Right.
Keep moving. Back off.
Move it out.
Keep moving. Back off.
Keep your hands off our cars.
Sure took your time.
Can I have my personal property, please?
- Thanks. | - Shut up.
Malcolm gives all the orders. I've got | nothing to connect Varrick to any of it.
Just because he's smarter than you, | doesn't mean he's innocent.
There's a telephone in there and I want you | to go in there and call Malcolm...
and tell him in your own words | exactly what went down today.
Let him use the phone.
What, you want me to dial it for you?
Malcolm, it's Bill.
You heard.
He's what?
He's sorry?
That sorry f***in' kid took me off, | and left me hanging!
It was f***ing amateur night! Wait. | Sorry? Sorry isn't good enough!
Find yourself another fool, 'cause I'm out!
Sh*t. I just quit.
Means he'll come to you.
So, it's okay?
Kid, you sent chills up my spine.
Hi.
Ann, I'm sorry.
- You must be angry. | - Not really, I was angry two hours ago.
I knew this was a bad idea.
Should I go?
What happened to your hand?
A self-inflicted wound.
Is it bad?
If a little blood | brought out the mother in you...
I'd try a lot of blood, see what happened.
Make my bacon extra crispy, please.
- You're just in time. | - Hello, Ann.
- Morning. | - Ann, you shouldn't have, really.
Thank you. You got any coffee?
- Sure. | - Great.
All right.
This is terrific. Thank you very much.
- Long night? | - Yeah.
Morning.
Nice robe, chief.
Where can I get a mug?
Looks better on you than it does on me.
Sit down. Eat.
- Have you tasted her crepes? | - No.
Ann, give Bill a crepe. | This sh*t will melt in your mouth.
You sleep okay last night?
Is there any milk?
I like this.
I really like this. It feels very domestic.
But good domestic.
Maybe you guys should go | work in the 3.2 kids.
Uncle Ted could visit on the holidays.
- It's 2.3 kids. | - I think it's 3.2 beer.
Take it easy, uncle Ted.
I always hated this | f***in' house at Christmas.
Let's do something different this year.
Let's have a party.
We'll hire a band. Fill this place up. | Put some life in this morgue.
- What do you think? | - Sounds great.
You're invited. What do you say, Ann?
Okay.
All right, I'll fix it up.
I've got to make a few phone calls.
Meet me outside when you're done.
- Okay. | - Okay.
Thanks for the grub, kiddo.
- Sure. | - See you later.
You okay?
I have to get dressed.
I'll call you later.
Yes, do.
No, absolutely not.
It just doesn't work that way. | Okay? You tell him that.
Okay, good-bye.
Ready?
What the hell happened to your hand, man? | She didn't bite you, did she?
No, one of Martin's people cut me yesterday.
Son of a b*tch.
The backup man | Malcolm stuck me with split.
- Could have been a lot worse. | - Did you get busted?
No, I managed to get away.
You got my word | this is not gonna happen again.
I'm gonna partner you | with the best guy I got.
- Yeah, who's that? | - Who do you think?
- Merry Christmas, gentlemen. | - Thank you, sir.
- Did she say $9,300? | - $93,000.
- Let's do it. | - All right.
- You look terrific. | - Thanks.
Yeah.
The shopping bags the ticket.
You can stand there all day long | if you hold the right bag.
- Makes sense, right? | - Sure.
What about this one? Not too shabby.
Italian trash.
Besides, I only steal Porsches.
Like that one.
Come on.
All right, this ones on me.
Hello.
Be my guest.
One. Two.
Three.
This baby handles!
What is this sh*t? Noise.
Good Lord. Definite trash.
I can't believe people still listen to this sh*t!
Answer it, man. It's probably for you.
Hello.
No, Ricks not here.
Who am I?
I'm the guy stealing Ricks car.
You know, those guys said to back off.
F*** 'em.
There! The elevator!
Go!
Come on!
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