Ricochet Page #6

[woman screaming]

(Alice)

You know,

the day we met

you said

you'd be governor by now.

(Nick)

I said that?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I would be

if you weren't holding me back.

Oh, I'm holding you

back?

Yeah, I'd be president

by now.

[laughs]

Oh, okay.

All right, then, how about

if I just hold you down now?

Right now?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay.

[phone ringing]

Should I answer it?

Yeah, go ahead.

Hello?

[shutter clicks]

Thanks, Petie.

You're welcome.

[siren blaring]

(Nick)

Oh, Jesus.

I don't believe this,

Larry.

This is insane.

Yeah, well, the insanity

is just beginning.

Take a look at this

over here.

Farris' briefcase

full of surprises.

ick)

Child pornography?

Impossible.

I knew this guy.

You knew this guy.

Yeah, yeah.

Well,

here's

a suicide note.

It's very specific.

"How can I forgive myself

for what we did to the--

"we did to those innocent

children in Florida last month.

"If we build

a children's center here,

"I will not be able

to resist temptation again.

It's better this way."

[sighing]

It gets worse,

partner.

All that we found

in the bag

was the pledge cards

and the checks from last night.

The 10 grand is gone.

The district attorney

would like to speak to you.

(Priscilla)

Did you take all your meetings

together on this trip?

Yes.

Was Farris ever

out of your sight

when you

were in Florida?

No.

Then what was he

taing about

in this suicide note?

How do I know,

Priscilla?

Maybe he didn't write

the letter.

(Kiley)

Come on, Styles,

forensics verified

it was his handwriting.

Well, maybe someone

made him write it, Kiley.

Did you ever think

about that?

We're looking for facts,

not fantasy.

Fantasy?

Well, you're the expert

on fantasy.

I mean, wasn't that

the basis of your defense

in the Night Strangler case?

Yeah, well, at least

I didn't play

f***ing hearts and flowers

for the jury.

Will you please

grow up?

We are all

on the same team now.

Nobody is enjoying this,

Nick.

Oh, I think you're wrong,

Priscilla.

Somebody somewhere

is enjoying this,

because things like this

don't just happen.

When you and Farris

were in Florida,

did you use

any public funds?

No, I did not use

any public funds.

Every minute

I put into that tower center

was my own time:

weekends, vacations.

Everybody knows

it was my pet project.

It's going to be

the newspapers' pet project too.

Today's edition.

You wanted to be

in the limelight.

It's a hot seat now,

pal.

[Nick exhales sharply]

This is--

this picture's

from the Miami newspaper.

It's perfectly innocent.

Not anymore, it's not.

(Nick)

I could always

advertise on TV.

You know,

lawyers can do that.

(Larry)

That's right.

"Sick and tired

of that selfish pig

"you call a husband?

Talk to Nick Styles."

Nick Styles.

Mr. Divorce.

Mr. Divorce.

Nick, do me a favor.

Get out of my car.

Get out of my car, and go

into your house, all right?

Later tonight,

see if you can make

a godson for me,

huh?

I'll make you

a godson.

Appreciate it.

Don't drink and drive,

all right?

[engine starts]

[tapping]

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[grunts]

Damn it.

Are you

out of your mind?

You could have killed

somebody.

[eerie music]

Jesus Christ.

Almost.

crack!

[grunts]

(Kim)

I bet he sh*t

in his pants.

I can't wait

to look.

[suspenseful music]

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[ominous music]

You killed Farris,

didn't you?

You killed my life.

So now we're even.

Is that it?

[scoffs]

We're not even close.

[sighs]

[laughing]

But let's not talk

about killing, Nick.

Let's talk about...

arm wrestling.

[whispers]

What?

It was a real big deal

in the lockup.

You put your arm

up against mine.

Press my hand

as hard as you can.

And if you beat me,

maybe I'll let you go.

[chuckles]

Get outta here.

What have you got

to lose?

So you're going to use

two arms?

I only get to use one?

[chuckles]

That's the spirit,

Nick.

Oh, come on,

you're not that soft.

Come on,

what's the matter with you?

This is no fun.

[suspenseful note plays]

[whispers]

That's better.

Strange.

No, no,

I do this all the time.

[laughs]

No, no,

I mean, there we were,

the both of us

at the beginning of our careers.

And all of a sudden,

one of us took off,

lit up the sky

like a meteor.

And why?

Because he met

the other.

I've been following

your career, you know,

all those arrests,

the courtrooms,

and those two

adorable little girls.

The Night Strangler

trial?

Hmm, talk

about your mental cases.

And yet after all

that we've meant to each other,

this moment now

is the first time

we've ever touched.

slam!

You lose.

[grunts]

You lose.

[Nick grunting]

[ominous music]

[Blake laughing]

[distorted voice]

Get in touch

with your body, Nick.

All aboard

the speedball express.

It feels good,

doesn't it?

(Kim)

I bet it does.

It's the best sh*t

telethon money can buy.

Oh, lookit, Kim,

he's all upset,

because it feels so good.

[laughs]

Well, Nick, you're going

to get even more upset,

because I'm going

to make you feel even better.

[kiss]

Bye.

Bye-bye.

(girls)

Hi, Lisa.

(woman)

There you go.

See you later,

Mrs. Styles.

(Larry)

All right, I checked all

the hospital emergency rooms,

gave them

his description,

checked the stats

on all the John Does.

It came up empty, so we know

he didn't have an accident.

He hasn't contacted the D.A.'s

office or his parents.

I know, because when--

Did you tell them

he was missing?

Oh, no, no, no,

I was real casual with them.

What if it was somebody

he locked up?

No, I looked at that.

Thers nobody new

on the streets.

Besides,

the only real wacko

we ever popped

that broke out was Bke,

and fortunately

he's dead now.

Larry, please declare him

missing.

I promise you

half the cops in town

are already out there

looking for him.

He's got

lots of friends.

We're going

to find him.

Why are you out here

goofing off?

I should go find him.

Yes.

All right.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll cck back with you

as soon as I can.

(Blake)

Look at that face.

What do you think,

Wanda?

Yeah,

he's real pretty.

[footsteps echoing]

[eerie music]

All this S and M sh*t's

going to cost you an extra $200.

Good.

[mumbles softly]

Please don't.

[Velcro tears]

Please don't.

Oh, I love it

when they beg.

Talk to me.

Will you

set me free?

Whatever you want,

darling.

[groans]

See?

Your little mouth

says no,

but your little friend

says yes.

Yes, oh.

[Nick over tape]

You have to follow my orders.

[woman over tape]

You got it, Mr. D.A.

So you up

for the house special?

[tape squealing]

[woman speaking indistinctly

over radio]

[shower hissing]

[crying]

[ominous music]

Blake,

Blakie, Blakie, Blakie, Blake.

Let me ask you

something.

Why are you

just killing me by inches, huh?

I mean, why don't you

just get it over with?

[clapping]

Just kill me,

you know?

Oh, no, no, Nick.

I'm going to do something

far worse than kill you.

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