Rescue Me Page #2

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- No ransom.

The Bureau's policy is firm

against dealing with terrorists.

- Terrorists?

- Did you say terrorists?

(reporters talk at the same time)

- I meant kidnappers.

Don't print that about terrorists, okay?

I meant to say kidnappers.

- Terrorists in Nebraska.

- I meant kidnappers!

(reporters talk indistinctly)

You folks are gonna have

to clear outta here.

You shouldn't be in

here in the first place!

It's all being handled,

we'll let you know, come on.

- I smell another screw up comin'.

You remember last year?

The guy that kidnapped the

Johnson dame up to Lincoln?

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!

The one that got all hacked to pieces.

- (laughs) Yeah!

Feds sat on that so long, the guy spooked,

carved her up to hide the evidence.

- Excuse me.

What if the Feds have

pictures of these guys?

Wouldn't that help?

- Didn't help last year.

Grabbed her out of a Mini Mart.

Had videos and everything.

Guess he figured no

corpus, no corpus delicti.

- [Reporter] That's right!

(fretful music)

(upbeat rock music)

(loud shouting)

- Alright, everyone back to fun!

(upbeat rock music)

Hiya, sweet cheeks, whoo!

(laughs) Oh relax, kid, I

was just being friendly.

You lose something or lookin' to?

Harriett, I got a cherry here for you!

- Hiya, kid!

(upbeat rock music)

(indistinct chatter)

- You lookin' for someone?

- Could I sit?

- Well?

(upbeat rock music)

What do you want?

- Her.

Your friends kidnapped her.

They want money and the FBI says no.

- So I heard.

- They'll kill her.

- Yeah, they're stupid enough.

- They're your friends.

Can't you do something?

- Look, kid, they're not my friends.

I never saw 'em before and

I haven't seen 'em since.

You got it?

- We still gotta save her.

- We?

- You know where they're

headed, don't you?

- Maybe.

- Well, you've gotta take me there.

I've gotta rescue Ginny.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

The Lone Ranger--

- No, I know

exactly who I am, okay?

I'm the geek who's gotten

straight A's since the third grade

but still can't get a girl to kiss him.

- Look every cop in the

state's already lookin' out

for your girlfriend.

For all I know they're

lookin' for me, too.

So what are we supposed to do?

- We find her first before

the Feds get her killed.

- What if I say no?

- Then I take these to the cops.

- Even after I've tried to save her?

(upbeat rock music)

- I'll be back at 10.

- That kid's gonna be trouble, Mac.

- Man with a mission, Carney.

- Oh, I'm so sorry I

got you into this, man.

- I asked.

Think he'll turn me in?

- I think

he'll do whatever it takes.

- He sure was handsome in that uniform.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- Sure.

(crickets chirping)

- Well, you coming?

- Yeah.

(melancholy music)

- Give Grandma my love, okay?

(engine revs)

(thrilling music)

(anxious music)

(upbeat rock music)

(soft smack)

(clears throat)

- Hi, kid.

- Hi, kid.

- You ready?

- I guess so.

- Come back real soon, Mac.

You, too.

Hey, kid.

(laughs) That's for luck!

- Thanks!

- I'm Cherie, with a soft C.

- Right.

- Well, now you kissed a girl, kid.

The rest is all downhill.

- Bye.

- Hey, kid.

I'm gonna give you a piece of advice.

- What?

- You wanna live longer,

listen to Mac and do like he says.

There ain't none better.

I don't expect you to understand but

he ain't at all like what you think.

(rock music playing faintly)

(crickets chirping)

- Which one's yours?

What do you say we take mine?

We'll make better time.

- Okay.

Okay, one second.

(upbeat rock music)

Hey, Cherie!

Thanks.

(motor idles softly)

(grunts)

Sorry.

(engine growls loudly)

(fire crackles)

(cow moos)

(loud moo)

- You can untie me, you know.

I'm not gonna go anywhere.

- I don't know.

Kinda like you like this.

- Don't.

- Don't.

Don't what?

- Don't hurt me.

Rowdy?

Undo my hands.

Please?

(loud thud)

(loud grunt)

Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Why don't you go get

some firewood or something?

- Kurt!

I got some firewood.

- Well, get some more!

- Kurt--

- Rowdy!

- Firewood!

Firewood, firewood, firewood, firewood!

- Now, you aren't to go

pokin' around with him, miss,

unless you wanna get bit, hm?

- (scoffs) I'm sure I

don't know what you mean!

- See, Rowdy, he ain't none too bright

but he can be real mean when he wants to.

I know you.

You're daddy's little girl.

You always

got what you wanted by

crawling up into someone's lap.

Don't you go fannin' Rowdy's flames

'cause, see I ain't turnin'

in no damaged goods.

Comprende?

(crickets chirping)

(owl hoots loudly)

- Whoo!

Whoo!

Haven't been in the mountains

much, have you, kid?

- Look, I don't see why we

couldn't just keep going.

- We're making good time.

- But we could there first

and we could set a trap.

- Yeah.

And maybe they'd have one set for us.

It's better to go in when it's light.

Bring those photos?

- Don't worry, they're in a safe place.

- Dammit, kid!

- If I had, what's to

stop you from grabbin' 'em

and just takin' off, huh?

- Now why would I wanna do that?

- 'Cause you think I'll get in the way!

- Well, you will!

- If something happens to Ginny,

that's just too damn bad, isn't it?

All you care about is your

stupid dope, that's it!

- Get some sleep.

- Sleep?

How can you sleep now?

- Always grab it when you can, kid.

You never know what's comin' up.

(loud clicks)

- Yeah, well, my mom says

that all they taught my dad

in the army was to sleep

and to fight.

- Your old man was a grunt?

- He was better than that, okay?

You're gonna (mumbles) till you earned it!

Didn't he teach you anything?

Huh?

- He's dead.

My father died.

(melancholy music)

I never really knew him.

- I'm sorry about that.

(sighs)

Vietnam?

- (sighs) Yeah.

- That's tough.

Goodnight.

(water rushes softly)

(gun fires)

(gun fires repeatedly)

What do you think you're doing?

You scared the hell outta me!

Give me that gun!

- I should know how to use it, too!

- It's too dangerous.

- Look, what good am I gonna

be if we get into a fight, Mac?

I mean, that's even more dangerous!

- Look, this ain't a toy!

(loud clank)

(birds chirping)

C'mon, you can practice some other time.

(upbeat country music)

(police siren wails)

- Ha, ha, ha!

- What now?

- Take off your vest.

Your vest, take it off.

- My vest?

Take it off?

- Howdy.

- Good morning, officer, what's up?

- Ma'am!

Just looking for some people, is all.

Your daughter?

- Daughter-in-law.

Takin' my boy and her to

Cheyenne to see her folks.

What'd they do to these people?

- A little of this, a little of that.

Sure gonna be a hot one.

Mighty uncomfortable for you, ma'am!

- Actually, I--

(loud thud)

- Ow!

Ow!

- Just gonna stretch my legs.

I am sorry!

- Oh, damn!

- Are you okay?

- I'm okay!

I'm okay.

- Try to take a deep breath.

I just--

I am sorry!

I'm not generally that careless.

I am really sorry.

I apologize for this!

I just didn't realize how

close you were to the door

and I--

- Go!

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