Ricochet Page #7

Yeah?

What you going to do?

I'm going

to let you live.

[laughs weakly]

[eerie music]

[church bells ringing]

(man)

Okay, people, rise and shine;

let's go.

Come on, Vernon, let's go.

Wake it up.

Wake it up.

Come on, Leonard.

Let's go

Let's go.

Rise and shine.

Ida, my dear,

wake it up.

Wake it up.

Good morning.

Seymour?

Huh?

Come on, Seymour,

move it on.

Come on, buddy.

Let's go.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

[woman speaking

over P.A. system]

Look up.

Huh?

Yeah, I'm all right,

Doc.

Right here.

I'm all right.

They had me tied

to the bed, Kiley.

I tried to get out

of there.

But I was so drugged,

I couldn't see.

(Kiley)

Jesus.

So how many of them

were there?

(Nick)

There was Blake.

There was Kim.

There was--

I'm gonna make 'em

pay for this.

That's for damn sure.

They're gonna pay

for this.

Hey, Nick,

Blake's dead, right?

No.

After the prison breakout,

he bought it, right?

No, he's alive,

and he's here,

and he wants revenge, because

I sent him to prison, Larry.

That's why

he killed Farris.

That's why

he drugged me up.

(Larry)

All right.

I'm telling you

he's alive.

All right.

All right.

Mr. Styles, I'm going to need

to take a blood sample,

run a few tests.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Larry?

Larry, do you rember

the old Del Monte Hotel?

Uh-huh.

Now, didn't they have

two dolphins as their logo?

Wasn't that it?

Yeah, I think so,

yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right,

well, I was in an empty pool.

I was--

All right, I'll get backup,

some forensics, all right?

Yeah, get forensics.

All right.

And some clothes.

[man speaking

over P.A. system]

What?

It's just

quite a story.

What, you don't

believe me?

Yes, yes,

I believe you.

Every word I said

is true.

[man laughing]

Hey,

there he is.

Mr. Styles--

All right, all right,

hey, hey.

[all talking at once]

Is it true

you were found disoriented

on the steps

of city hall?

[all talking at once]

Is your alleged abduction

connected to the suicide

of child molester

U.B. Farris?

(Larry)

Hey, whoa, whoa.

That is alleged child molester

U.B. Farris.

You're interfering--

No, no,

it's all right.

It's all right.

Let 'em come with us.

I want 'em to eat their words.

Follow me.

All right,

make room here.

(woman)

And two and three

and four

and five and six.

[upbeat music playing

over radio]

[clapping]

Okay, ladies,

come on.

Let's go again.

And one

and two and three.

Get a shot

of this here.

And four.

He changed everything.

He's trying to make me

look crazy.

Well, I hate to tell you,

honey, but it's working.

splash!

Police say they could find

no evidence to sport

Assistant District Attorney

Styles' allegations--

(Lisa)

Dad, you're on TV again.

Don't watch me on TV

when you got me

right here in real life.

Do you understand me?

[raises voice]

Do you understand me?

Jesus, I'm sorry.

Daddy's just tired.

That's all.

[whispers]

Come on, let's go sit down.

Now, you know how--

like the Smurfs on TV,

that's just pretend,

right?

Yes.

Yes.

Yeah?

All right,

all this stuff on TV,

all the bad stuff

they've been saying about Daddy,

that's just pretend too,

okay?

Okay.

Okay.

All right, give me

a big squeeze.

(Alice)

Come on, girls.

Let's go up to bed

and let Daddy

relax downstairs.

[feet scampering]

We believe

that Nicholas Styles

is the victim

of a conspiracy,

and we know

who they are:

this insidious group

that tears down

any African-American politician

who dares to defy their power.

We're talking

of the Rockefellers

and their trilateral

commission,

who, along

with the Zionists,

have been putting AIDS virus

in vending machines

all across America!

We'll be right back.

[laughs]

I'll be here.

[phone rings]

Hello?

[Priscilla over phone]

Nick, it's Priscilla.

[Nick over phone]

Yeah. Any new developments?

Actually, yes.

Um, they're of

a somewhat delicate nature.

Kiley managed

to pull some strings

and get your files

from the hospital.

Yeah, I always knew old Kiley

came with strings attached.

[chuckles]

Hey, Nick.

You know, your blood test

showed evidence

of both cocaine and heroin

in your system?

If that's what it was,

that's what it was.

I told you

they drugged me.

Yeah, well,

that's not all it showed.

There's also evidence

of gonococcal urethritis.

What?

It's the clap, Nick.

You have the clap.

(Kiley)

I suppose they gave that

to you too, huh?

No sh*t, Sherlock;

they did.

(Priscilla)

Why don't you come in here

in my office tomorrow?

I can have my doctor

give you

some penicillin

or whatever.

Won't be any leaks

to the press.

Yeah, all right.

I'll be there.

Whoo.

This woman,

they brought her in.

Alice,

please believe me.

Now, I didn't enjoy it.

I-I-I didn't

want her.

I fought her

with every inch of my body.

Well, if you managed

to get the clap,

I can think of several inches

that didn't put up a fight.

I wanted to spare you.

You should have spared me

from finding out

that you lied to me.

I didn't lie to you.

didn't tell

the whole truth.

You're such a lawyer.

Alice?

[laughing maniacally]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[flames roaring]

Made it, Ma!

Top of the world!

[explosion]

Thought you had

a bad day, huh?

[man over TV]

Next caller, you're on the air.

(Nick)

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know why, but no one

seems to know me anymore.

I mean, I hear them talking

on the job.

I read the newspapers.

I hear you

on the idiot box,

but I don't know who the hell

they're talking about.

It can't be me.

I'm--I'm a husband.

I'm a father.

I'm a provider, see?

I'm a husband who hasn't had

dinner with his wife at home

for six months.

I'm a father who hasn't been

with his kids

for their last birthday party.

My parents, they live

15 miles away from me,

and I haven't been over

to their house in over@B year.

I cut deals with scum

for a living.

I try to pretend

it doesn't rub off on me.

I guess what I'm saying

to you, Doc,

is that I thought

I wanted my life back,

but I don't want it.

[over speaker]

I want a new life.

I mean, can anybody

understand that?

I understand it,

Nick.

Can you

understand that?

I understand it.

[groans]

Yeah, lock him up.

[static hissing]

[soft ominous music]

[exhales]

Honey?

[eerie music]

[Nick gasping]

No.

[gasping and grunting]

[suspenseful music]

[eerie music]

[suspenseful music returns]

[children laughing]

[lively instrumental music]

[suspenseful music]

[panting]

[grunts]

thud!

Daddy?

Freeze, Blake,

don't move!

[children screaming]

Keep 'em

where I can see 'em.

Don't move!

Shut up!

[man screaming]

Shut up!

Turn over slow.

Don't shoot.

Please, don't shoot.

I'm just a clown.

Look, ha, ha.

Don't shoot me.

(Alice)

Nick?

What are you doing?

(woman)

Children,

get off the stage.

Get off the stage.

I can explain this.

I can explain.

I just--

(Priscilla)

You had cocaine

and heroin in your system.

Your closest associate

had $10,000

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