Ricochet Page #9

because I'm fighting

for what used to be my life,

and you were all of it.

Are you with me?

[whispers]

Yes.

Do you love me?

Yes.

[soft music]

Don't let nothing happen

to my little girls.

Yo, man,

if you don't trust me,

at least trust my mean streak,

homeboy.

Helping you, I get to mind-f***

the police, the mayor,

and the fire department

in one shot.

You know

what I'm saying?

You got everybody

in place?

The place is tight,

boy.

It got more locks

than a jailhouse.

Everybody knows

their instructions?

It's cool.

It's hooked up.

What about the phones?

Look, baby,

urban technology.

It's funny, though.

What?

You always told me

I was gonna be leaving here.

Tend to your business,

man.

[driving synthesized music]

(man)

So you want

to be free?

Live a life--

(man)

What's happening, baby?

[crowd chattering]

(Kim)

Beautiful place, isn't it?

A f***ing freak show.

I agree.

I agree;

It's disgusting.

Johnny, two double whiskeys,

all right?

Come on.

They call that art?

That's not art.

Art is how you

single-handedly deconstructed

Nick Styles' life.

I mean,

it was brilliant.

It was like

the Sistine Chapel.

I mean, I was proud

to be involved.

It was like

you were the artist,

and I was your

assistant/patron/aide/helper.

I mean, we were a team.

But when police arrived

at the former assistant

district attorney's home,

they found the door

wide open

and no sign of the accused

killer or his family.

(Kim)

We're going to be

in New Zealand

with real white men

because of you,

Earl Talbott Blake.

Mind of a steel trap,

body like a Greek god.

Will you shut up?

[dance music playing

over radio]

I want to hear

the moment he's arrested.

I want to see his face

in the light of those cameras,

his hands when they put

the cuffs on.

That's when it'll be over,

when it'll be...

complete.

Just one moment.

We have just received

new information

on the Nick Styles story.

Gail,

what can you tell us?

(Gail)

It's quite

a tense situation here.

Assistant D.A. Nicholas Styles

is on the roof

of the building behind me.

He is apparently deranged

and threatening to jump.

Styles is wanted

for questioning

in the murder

of Officer Larry Doyle,

whose bullet-ridden body--

(Kim)

Johnny, I'll see you later,

all right?

Ha, you hear me out there?

[over P.A.]

How do I look?

Do I look good, huh?

I gotta look good

on TV.

We're live.

Hey, quiet down.

Quiet down.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Ladies and gent--

oh, wait, countdown.

Three, two, one.

Ladies and gentlemen,

live from Los Angeles,

it's

the Nick Styles Show!

Hey, hey, hey,

you saw me live, didn't you?

Well, you get to see me

on TV too.

They're here.

Pass the wd.

[laughing]

What channel?

What channel is it?

[laughing maniacally]

Gotta rewind.

Gotta rewind it.

Rewind.

It's running back.

Makeup.

Makeup.

[eerie music]

No, Nick.

[laughing]

No, you can't.

What are you doing?

Oh, let's see.

Let's see.

[laughing]

I mugged Ronald McDonald.

I robbed my father's church,

and, oh, oh, oh, I run

a child pornography ring too.

Yeah, I killed

my best friend.

[suspenseful music]

This one's gonna kill you.

No, it's not gonna kill you.

It's gonna kill me.

(Blake)

You can't die.

You have to live

and suffer

for years and years.

[muffled scream]

Ma?

I made it!

No.

[flare hisses]

Top of the world!

No, no.

[shatters]

[laughing]

[fire roaring]

No!

[screaming]

[explosion]

[moaning]

No.

Nooooo!

[flames roaring]

[all chattering]

[hose hissing]

(Gail)

You've just witnessed

the end of a career

of a man who was once

considered a rising star.

It can't be true.

You can't cheat

the law.

You can't

cheat me!

(man)

Hey, Blake, here.

Yo.

[dramatic music]

You.

You Earl Talbott Blake?

You don't know me.

Phone for you.

[Odessa over phone]

Yo, you messed with

the wrong man, motherf***er.

Who is this?

What's going on?

He's got some friends

that don't like that sh*t.

You know what I'm saying?

Now, you tried to take away

my homeboy's dreams.

Now you're the one

with the nightmares.

You wanna find out

who really got the power?

Bring your punk ass

to the tower.

[suspenseful music]

Yo, y'all, clear

the streets.

Keep the cops

occupied.

Word.

Round one.

[laughs]

Ding.

[ominous music]

(Blake)

Kim?

What the f***

is going on?

It's Styles.

His friends grabbed me

and dragged me here.

It's impossible.

Well, I saw.

I killed his life,

and he killed himself.

You're lying!

Lying?

You stupid macho f***,

I can't believe it.

I can't believe

that I've been kissing your ass

all these f***ing years

and you're such a shithead.

You didn't kill

his life,

and you didn't f***

his mind.

You know what you did?

You pissed him off.

You really

f***ing pissed him off.

And now you're f***ed.

[gunshots]

[Nick over loudspeaker]

Blake, is that how

you treat your friends, huh?

Hey, I'm glad

we're enemies.

[laughs]

Blake? Blakie?

Hey, hey, Blakie,

wanna arm wrestle?

Styles!

Come on,

what do you got to lose?

Styles, you bastard,

where are you?

[eerie music]

Right where you put me,

Blake:

on top of the world.

[gunshots]

[gun clicks]

[suspenseful music]

[Nick laughing]

I got it all, Blake:

respect,

power, home, family,

foreign coffee,

CR laser disc...

all thanks

to you, baby.

[grunting]

Busting you

made me famous.

But, of course, you already

know that, don't you?

And all you got

was one little headline, huh?

"Convict dies

in escape attempt."

Huh?

We're gonna change that,

Blake.

"Convict dies

in front of millions."

[siren blaring]

Hear that?

That's your public calling.

[grunting]

[brakes squeal]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[grunting]

[cuffs clinking]

Yo, chill, officers.

We're with the district

attorney's assistance club.

We're assisting

the district attorney,

so don't make me club

your ass.

[suspenseful music]

Blake, I should thank you

for this, you know?

Going crazy,

it's strangely libating,

isn't it?

[growls]

You better climb,

you son of a b*tch!

You know,

the ancient Hawaiians

used to sacrifice

an animal every time

they built

a nebuilding.

Oh, I learned that

when I took my kids on vacation.

I got you now.

[suspenseful music continues]

TV people are coming.

Then let 'em through.

Don't want 'em

to miss the show.

Come on,

let 'em in.

(Nick)

Anyway, I think a great project

like the tower center

deserves one of those

Hawaiian-style sacrifices.

Don't you? Huh?

[grunting]

But since we don't have

one of those

big, fat, juicy pigs,

I guess you're just

going to have to do, huh?

[grunting]

Dja vu.

[eerie music]

[grunting softly]

Oh, you're gonna

cheat?

You're gonna--

[grunting]

[Nick screaming]

[groaning in pain]

(Blake)

Where's your big mouth now,

lawyer?

Can't talk

with one arm?

Let's see you fight

with one arm.

clang!

[grunts]

[man over loudspeakers]

Attention on the towers--

[groans in pain]

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