Quick Change Page #5

What's that walking corpse say?

He said they come about the money.

Ask him what money, a**hole.

What money, a**hole?

Incredible. They're playing games.

Yeah.

Tell him you're gonna play games

on his f***ing head.

I'm gonna play games

on your f***ing head.

You must hate this warehouse.

Because it's gonna be a three-alarm job

after tomorrow.

Johnny. Come here.

Come here.

What?

What the hell are you doing?

I have no idea.

I don't know.

- Go ask him.

- You want me to ask him?

Mr. Skelton wants to know

how come he don't know you.

- Because I'm new.

- Because he's new.

Tell him Lombino didn't say nothing

to me about no new bagman.

- Lombino didn't say nothing...

- Mr. Lombino, huh?

Mr. Lombino!

Since when does a wiseguy like you

deserve an explanation from a giant...

...like Mr. Lombino?

Mr. Lombino didn't say nothing

to Mr. Skelton...

...about no new...

- Enough already, Johnny.

- Don't you see me standing right here?

- Yeah, all right. I'm sorry.

All right.

What happened to Mario?

Mario.

Somebody dared him.

So he threw Earl here

out of a moving car.

Same spot he done Johnny.

- He must love that spot.

- The man is an animal. He's sick.

All right. I'll give you the money.

Soon as I call Lom...

Mr. Lombino.

To check you out.

Fine. Actually, perfect.

I can hear Mr. Lombino now:

"Skelton just called me to check on Chip."

Mr. Lombino, please. Skelton.

"I guess Chip wasn't so hot.

Guess I'll have to put that animal Mario

back on Skelton."

No. Wait. Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike.

Mr. Skelton. No, wait a minute. We don't

want Mario to come, the bald giant...

...with stupid sunglasses,

knocking everybody around for kicks.

Nobody's stupid enough to do this

for a few K.

They gotta know Mario's gonna

pull out their livers. I mean, you know...

I think that I might be right on this

so, you know...

Six thousand. Short shipment.

Thanks. Come on, Earl.

You know, when I first heard the rumors

about Lombino being back in town...

...I said, "No way." The man

never leaves his haven in Nevada.

But now that I see you,

I know it must be true.

He's come to put his house in order.

And that's why the man is king.

Drugs, protection, you name it.

Lombino is king.

- Tell him I said so.

- Yeah.

Anything Lombino touches turns to gold.

King Lombino.

That's why he's the king, right?

- Tell him I said so.

- I will, John.

See you later. Take care of your head.

Grimm, baby, I never thought

we'd get out of there. Never.

Oh, honey.

Phyllis is back.

You just ripped off the Mob.

You were born for this.

Oh, Grimm. It must be in your genes.

This is lucky. Let's make this.

I can make it. I can make it.

I can't make it.

I can't...

okay, I can make it.

What's that smell?

Used wine. Do you go to the airport?

- Near the airport.

- Great. We're on a roll.

You have exact change, right?

Give him $ 1 oo.

Hurry.

Hurry.

That isn't exact change.

Have you looked back there?

I don't think anybody's going to object.

I look back there every night.

That's why I conduct my own affairs

in a hygienic fashion.

I leave this stop in one minute

and 45 seconds.

Exact change, or off.

All right. Give me a minute.

I'll go get change.

I'll give you a minute and 28 seconds.

Loomis. Can't you kneel?

No. I can sit.

You can't sit. Not till you pay the fare.

- I'm sorry.

- Watch where you're going.

- I'm sorry. I was going the wrong way.

- No problem.

- I just need some change.

- Hey, wait your turn.

You have to buy something, anyway.

Fifty-two seconds.

Ninety-eight sixty-two.

Oh, and I need a can of Maxwell House.

No, no. The decaf, over there.

There it is.

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Oh, you're awfully sweet to do this.

Thank you.

I can do.

He ain't gonna make it.

Twenty-six seconds.

- Get the hell out of here!

- Mario, no!

How about this guy?

Oh, I can't look!

I don't know. That's him right there!

You son of a b*tch!

- That's it.

- No, wait! No, please, wait!

Close the door.

He's waiting for another bus.

The guy's a thief!

- Close the door. Let's go.

- Behind the white line.

He stole...!

- I got him.

- He's a thief, he stole something from me!

He jumped from the cab?

My boss'll have your job!

How's it going, Rotzinger?

- Unbelievable.

- You know him?

Mario Monetti,

bagman for Vince Lombino.

Lombino? He's in Nevada, right?

Yeah, supposedly somewhere in Nevada.

He got out just as I was about

to collar him.

Still takes more out of this town in a day

than the clown could get in a week.

You're sure that's the guy

that jumped from the cab?

The cabbie ID'd him, sir.

Come on.

May I ask you a question?

- Get behind the white line.

- Oh, please. Come on. Go, just go.

My mom used to do this.

Just like this.

You should have a kid, Phyllis.

Funny you should say that.

Really?

Sit back.

- Well, Grimm didn't tell me.

- Grimm doesn't know.

I didn't want to tell him

till after the job.

Well, tell him now.

I'm not gonna tell him at all.

Don't you love him?

My sister always told me...

...there's the type of guy

you're crazy about...

...and there's the type you marry.

Because if he's that exciting,

you just can't trust him.

But I told her, you can have both.

And when I met Grimm,

I thought I did.

But there's a limit. I mean,

you said it yourself, Loomis.

He's born for this.

I'm just one of his gang now.

Oh, God. Something I said,

you're gonna let that influence you?

Oh, this is all my fault.

Oh, no. Come here.

Nothing's your fault.

Except you honked the f***ing horn.

- When you say "near the airport"...?

- Point 48 miles.

- All right. When do we get there?

- 223o hours.

- When is that in human time?

- 1 o:
3o.

- Say you had to walk it.

- With that injured individual?

- I can't give you a precise figure.

- Make a guess.

- Twenty-one minutes.

- Thank you.

This isn't my usual route.

My husband's in intensive care.

- You're gonna even that out, aren't you?

- Mind your own business.

What'd he say?

His estimate, which I accept, gets us

to the terminal at nine minutes of 11.

Nine minutes?

We'll have 9 months... Minutes?

How come I've heard that name

"Lombino" before?

You remember this guy.

He shot out his brother's eyeball over

a plate of Fra Diavolo sauce at Umberto's.

I can't believe our luck,

to walk into his place, all unsuspecting.

His place?

You've walked into his places

all unsuspecting many, many times.

He owns restaurants, bars, supermarkets.

The man owns preschools in this town.

Do you work for the clown

or does he work for you?

Does the clown work for Lombino too?

What clown?

Very convincing, Monetti.

I guess we should apologize

and let you go now.

Yeah, right.

Get over there, scumbag.

Get up there.

He's in on it, sir.

He wouldn't tell us a goddamn thing.

You idiot. This man doesn't speak

a word of English.

Come on... Here. Relax, fella. Sit down.

Didn't I tell you to get me

an interpreter?

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