Ruthless People Page #7

She really was kidnapped! | I didn't kill her.

Please believe me. | You gotta be there.

They're coming | this time for sure.

I think the deli's using | a different mustard. | The last time it was tangier.

Jesus Christ! | I'm pleading for my life...

and you're discussing | the inconsistency of | lunch meat condiments!

Haven't you heard | a word I've said?

Phone Ringing

God!

I'm sorry, Mr. Stone, | but since the house | is in your wife's name,

as well as her other | 15 million in assets,

you're not legally | entitled to it as long | as your wife is alive.

However, you've got | a million-two built up | in equity in your business,

another 350,000 | in your pension plan.

You'd have no problem | using that as collateral.

All right. | Let's do it!

Phone Ringing

- Hello? | - [ Carol ] Sam?

Carol! Where the hell | have you been? | I've called you 100 times.

Sam, I miss you. | How have you been?

I'm going crazy over | this kidnapping thing.

- And the cops won't do | a damn thing to help me. | - Why?

They don't believe me. | They think I made up | the kidnapping.

They won't even show up | at the ransom drop to see | if I'm telling the truth!

You're gonna be all by | yourself? That's terrible.

How much money | is it?

- $2.2 million. | - Cash?

Of course it's cash.

Have you ever heard of | a kidnapper taking a check?

Where are you going | to give them the money?

I mean, I, I hope | it isn't dangerous.

I've gotta go to | a phone booth...

on Hope Street Plaza.

Ringing

- Hello? | - [ Barbara ] Sam!

It's so nice to | hear your voice. | How's Muffy?

Listen, Sam, | we don't have much time.

There's a gun | pointed at my head.

They're making me give | the ransom instructions in | case the police are listening.

You must make sure | there are no police, | otherwise they'll kill me.

Nope. No cops.

Now, have you got | all the money?

$2.2 million in unmarked, | nonsequential bills?

You miserable | scum-sucking pig!

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. | They made me say that.

- Yeah, I got all the money. | - It's there in the briefcase?

You scumbag! | You lowlife motherf***er!

Oh dear. | They made me say that too.

- It's in the case, yeah. | - The Rolex too? The gold Rolex?

Who said anything about the Rolex? | They never mentioned the Rolex.

They want the Rolex | and your pinkie ring!

Honey, they tortured me with cigars. | I had to tell them everything.

All right. | What else?

That's it! | Just wait there.

Bag, please.

Come on, | give me the bag!

Freeze!

Put the bag down and | put your hands on your head.

Bender!

They're from the government. | They're here to help you.

I said no police. | Do you know what this means?

Kenny | Stay back.

They touch me and I give | the order to kill! Got it?

Leave me alone | or she's a dead woman.

- You want her blood on your hands? | - What do you think?

- Let's just follow him home. | - Okay, let him go.

What?

- What are you doing? | - Gimme it!

Let go. | Tell him to let go.

- If he doesn't let go | I give the order. | - Go ahead, give the order.

Let go! | She's a dead woman if he doesn't!

All right,

drop it.

Punk.

[ Ringing ]

Hello?

Hello?

This is Lt. Bender. | What are you doing?

I'm taking my money. | You got your man. | The rest is your problem.

Mr. Stone, you may be guilty | of obstructing justice, | aiding and abetting a felon,

accomplice to kidnapping | and possibly murder.

My advice to you is | to drop the gun, give back the bag.

We have 150 officers, | 75 cars and two helicopters. | He won't get away.

- That's better. | - Here!

What are | you doing here?

Tell them to get out | of here! If they don't go, she's dead!

All right, gentlemen, | clear the street, please.

You too, Mr. Stone. | Back away.

That's better.

Walters | You can go now.

Don't follow me. | Understand?

Walters | We understand.

- Don't move! | - Who the hell are you?

What the hell | is going on?

I'm robbing you!

- Stop him! | - Gunshot

- Did you shoot at me? | - No, you moron. | There's police all over.

Hundreds of 'em!

Do I look that stupid?

Yes, you do!

If you shot at me, | where's your gun?

Well, you're too sharp for me! | You got me figured out.

I don't have one.

Gunshot

That was | a brand new tire.

Give me your keys.

- I don't believe this! | - Bender Give the bag to Bozo,

drop the gun and | put your hands in the air.

Who said that?

This could very well | be the stupidest person | on the face of the earth.

Perhaps we should | shoot him.

Bender | It's the police department.

Really?

No! We're the National | Rifle Association!

Christ!

I'm leaving now. | They said they wouldn't follow me.

Hey

Stand up

Ruthless People

Watch yourself

Hey

Stand up

Ruthless People

Ruthless People

You can have it | if you want it

It might take | the rest of your life

If you want it | you can have it

- Ruthless People | - They're still following me.

I should have known. | I knew this wouldn't work.

You can't trust the police!

Oh, God. | Oh... boy.

- He's cornered and he knows it. | - I hope he doesn't hurt anybody.

I'm not going to jail! | I'm not going to jail!

Oh, my God!

[ Honking ] | Hey, look out!

[ Honking ]

Watch it!

Woman | Somebody help! He'll drown!

- The water's way too cold. | - There's riptides.

- I've seen sharks. | -Somebody call an ambulance.

Look there!

That's money!

My money!

Let's get the coast guard | and fish him out.

You can't do that!

That's not your money!

That's my money! | Stop 'em!

Aaah!

The bedroom killer!

Sam | What about the money?

They recovered a | few thousand dollars. | The rest washed away.

He said if anything | went wrong,

they'd kill Barbara.

Things couldn't have gone more | wrong than this, could they?

That means she's dead.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Laughing ]

- Mrs. Stone! | - I'll be damned!

- Mrs. Stone? | - Yes.

I'm Lt. Walters. | We're glad to see you're okay.

I'm sorry to have to ask | you to do this right now,

but I'm afraid we need you | to identify the body.

Yes! | That's him!

Oh, I could | never forget that face.

What hell | he put me through.

- You're sure he worked alone? | - Positive.

- He mentioned a partner. | - He was schizophrenic. | He thought he had partners.

Where's Sam?

He's over there, | Mrs. Stone.

Would you excuse me | for a moment?

I'd just like to be alone | with my husband.

- Certainly. | - Thank you.

Hello, Sam.

Barbara!

You look terrific!

You think so?

I mean,

-you're so thin. | - Really?

Does it show?

I mean, | you're beautiful!

- Oh, Sam! | - Oh, Barbara!

I hope my marriage | is as strong as theirs after 15 years.

I can't believe | we doubted Stone's | affection for his wife.

- We almost blew it. | Thank God she's alive. | - [ Grunting ]

Ol' buddy, you work, | you put in long hours. | It's a tough beat.

But it all seems worth it | when you get a moment like this.

Walters | Yeah, I love a happy ending.

[ Grunting ] | Barbara!

Splash

"""Modern Woman"""

You see her sittin' | with a coffee and a paper

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