No Man's Land Page #5

- This is for Malcolm. | - What?

This is for Malcolm.

Ted, good to see you.

Ted! Boy wonder. Merry Christmas. | Good to see you.

Is someone having car trouble?

- Is that your white convertible? | - That's mine.

- There's a cop out there. | - I hope there's no drugs in there.

- Suzanne, you seen my sister anywhere? | - She's upstairs. You can't miss her.

All right.

- Hi. You want to dance? | - Not yet.

- Let's get you something to drink. | - Okay.

Eric, something wet for my buddy, here.

Champagne'll work.

Not bad.

- Hello. Merry Christmas. | - Merry Christmas.

Who do I kiss first?

I was afraid you weren't going make it.

Last-minute Christmas shopping.

Here you go, Ann.

- Can I open it? | - Yes, please.

- What is it? | - It's a bowling ball. What do you think?

It's beautiful.

Let's see how it looks.

You know, somebody called. | Somebody's been trying to reach you.

- Really? | - Yeah.

Okay. Let me take care of that | for two seconds.

You look fantastic.

- You sound surprised. | - I'm not.

Could I speak to Mr. Loos, please?

I left three messages. | Where the f*** have you been?

I'm on the phone. What's the problem?

Listen, hotshot, I'm out as of now.

I want $20,000.

I want it tomorrow.

Look, if you're getting scared, quit. | Why should I finance your old age?

I put that cop away for you.

But I can get immunity...

tell them that you ordered it.

You'll go down for murder one, | you'll be away for a long time.

Okay.

This is for the $20,000.

They got an undercover in your shop, | a mechanic.

That blonde kid, Ayles.

You sure about this?

You know I'm sure.

Son of a b*tch.

Lt. Bracey put him on you.

The guy's got your balls on a platter.

Okay.

Fine.

- How about some champagne? | - Sure.

You're really stuck on him.

Something wrong with that?

No, I'm just looking out | for my little sister, that's all.

What's up?

We got a little business.

Open it.

Am I supposed to ask who it's for?

Do you care?

Yeah.

Some guy on Martin's payroll. | It's a goodwill gesture.

We're buying a truce.

The guy's a cop.

No sh*t?

Big surprise.

Know the guy?

I never met him.

- All right. | - Let me make the drop.

Then I can wait around | and get a look at the guy.

That's not necessary.

It can't hurt to know who he is. | Might come in handy later.

You catch on pretty fast in this game, | don't you?

Got a good teacher.

Where is he?

He's right through there. | Just behind that freight car.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Spread 'em!

- Take it easy! | - You take it easy. Shut the f*** up!

- I didn't know you were working on this. | - I said, shut up! You wearing a wire?

- No! | - Hold still.

It's not what you think! | Listen! Let me tell you!

It's not what you think!

Hands behind your head! | Put 'em back! Get down on your knees!

- What are you gonna do? | - Open the bag!

Let me see it!

Count it!

- Listen... | - Hurry up!

Here, it's all packets of $2,000 in $20s!

You don't have to do this. | We can take him in together!

Kid, you are so far in | over your f***in' head!

Put the money back in the bag! | Throw it here.

Down on your face! | Hands behind your head.

Sh*t!

Listen, you don't want to kill me.

Lieutenant! You don't wanna kill a cop!

I already did.

- Get the money! | - You killed a cop!

We had no choice! Get in the car. Come on!

You saved my life.

What'd you expect?

- You all right? | - Hard to breathe.

The f***in' cops.

They're all dirty.

Goes all the way up. | Captains, lieutenants...

They've all got a price.

A guy who crosses the line like that...

he can't go back.

Who can he talk to?

Who can he really trust?

Nobody.

Not like us.

We're family.

We own each other.

Bill.

Let's meet tomorrow night, | at that shopping mall. Same place.

Be the day after Christmas. | People will be taking sh*t back.

Be plenty of cars.

Be good for you.

F***in' Loos was on the take, | tried to kill me!

What are you talking about?

Your guy Loos, he's dead!

- What? | - He was gonna kill me. Ted ran him over.

- What's going on? | - Nothing, honey, just go back to bed.

Don't worry about it.

- The kids... | - I know.

What are we going to do?

What do you mean? | We're gonna roll up Varrick.

You don't understand! Ted saved my life!

- Yeah, he's also killed two cops! | - No, he hasnt!

It was Loos killed Grazziola, | Ted didn't do it!

- What? | - lt was Loos, he admitted it to me!

- What we're you doing with Loos? | - Ted took me.

A payoff he was making, | part of a deal he made with Martin.

Yeah? Let me tell you something | about Martin.

He got his ass shot off last night | in some disco.

Who do you think did that?

We can bust Varrick now.

You can testify that he killed Loos.

I'm not some f***in' snitch! | I told you, he did it to save my life!

Bullshit. He set you up.

You're a cop.

Another cop was killed, and you we're there.

Maybe Loos was dirty.

Maybe? What is this maybe?

Whose side are you on, anyway?

Careful.

Why, were you in with Loos or something?

You get the hell out of my house right now!

Call me tomorrow.

We'll work it out.

- Are you okay? | - Hi.

You sounded so upset when you called.

Upset?

I need to say something. | It's important you believe me.

I never wanted it like this. I never...

I never meant for us, for me to come | on to you, for us to get involved.

It just happened.

And I'm glad it did.

Me, too.

Now things have gotten out of hand.

I don't know how it's gonna turn out.

I just wanted to tell you...

whatever happens...

it's nothing to do with me and you.

What can I do?

Just believe me, no matter what.

I believe you.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna make you some breakfast.

Stay put.

Hey, Grease.

Yeah, there he is.

Hi, Benjy.

We just had the damnedest time | trying to figuring out who you were.

I figured, I was at the wrong | apartment altogether.

She's going, there's no Benjy here.

I'm saying, yeah.

Benjy Taylor, blond kid, so high...

Anyway, I figured I'd, you know, | bring you your Christmas presents.

Thanks.

You didn't pick them up. | Your mother was worried.

Thanks, uncle Mike.

So...

I guess I'll run along.

It's nice meeting you.

- Bye. | - Yeah.

It was Ted, wasn't it?

Ann...

You're a f***ing cop.

- Ann... | - Don't touch me!

Wait.

- Wait, will you listen to me? | - What could you possibly say?

How could you lie to me like that?

I never lied about us.

Us? There never was an us.

I never even knew your name.

I don't even know who you are.

I can't even imagine who you are.

I need Lt. Bracey.

This is Deputy Taylor.

Where?

Crime Impact.

Sheriff's deputy. It's my fault. | Crime Impact, Taylor.

- I got to see this guy. | - It's all right, let him in.

- Why are you here? | - We were supposed to get together.

I need to talk to him.

It ain't gonna happen now, is it?

Go home.

Your assignments over.

Okay, so, Flight 147, first class, beautiful.

I'll pay at the terminal. Thank you.

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