Stakeout Page #5

One day we dance again, okay?

- Are you in some kind of trouble? - No, no,|no. He's just a funny friend. - Hey, Chris.

Listen, this is a really bad time|to talk to me. Could I-

Could I call you up, give you a call?|I gotta make a couple of calls.

And after I make those calls, we'll probably, you know, make|- call you after.

Come on. Come on.

- Great.|- Hey, fellas. What do you got?

Uh, the usual.|Logged five calls today.

One from Gail, some friend of hers|that just had a fight with her husband.

And one from her mother about|a recipe for some sort of shrimp dish.

Oh, a recipe, huh?|Good, good.

At least my wife|will get something out of this.

- She over there now?|- She been gone a couple of hours.

This recorder took a dump.|You gotta pick up a new one.

- Come on, Winston.|- Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

Come on.|Let's get the hell out of here.

Winston!|Chris, you son of a b*tch!

- Winston!|- This is not funny!

- You are really something, you know that? You keep me young.|- You like that?

- Yeah.|- Listen, the recorder's totally shot, so I gotta go pick up a new one.

- All right. - Leave it to Phil and|Jack, right? - How long will you be gone?

- About an hour.|- Okay, I'll see you then.

Jesus, they're immature!

Come on.

- How much longer, man?|- Finished. This carburettor sucks.

- It's as useful as a diet crouton.|- Come on. Let's get out of here.

Think about it|There must be higher love

Really no trick|to this, you know.

You're just gonna call her up on the phone|and tell her that you can't see her any more.

It's really as simple as that.

It's as simple as that.|Not gonna ruin your career.

- Hello?|- Hello.

It's, uh, uh, Bill.

- Hi, how are you?|- I'm okay. Look, the reason I called-

Uh, there are some things that|you and I have to get straight here.

- You know, I have very good taste.|- Pardon me?

Yeah, I've got good taste in food,|I've got good taste in music...

but most of all I've got|great taste in men.

I'm not quite sure|what we're talking about.

I'm talking about you. What you did|for my brother Ray, what you did for me.

Oh, oh, that.

"Oh, that. " What do you mean, "Oh, that"? It was a|very good thing, what you and your police friend did.

My brother's out offjail.|He's got a new fjob.

My mother wants to marry you.|My brother wants to marry you.

Yeah?|What about you?

- Maria?|- Yes?

Uh, wait.|Uh, uh, wait a minute.

- Uh, could you hold on just|a second? - Sure. - Thank you.

Don't be such a wuss!

Look, Maria, there are things|about me that you don't know.

Well, there are things you don't know about|me either. Isn't that why people go out?

Yeah, yeah, they do. But th-th-there|are things about me that I-

- That I can't tell you.|- Are you in some kind of trouble?

- Kind of.|- With the law?

Uh, in a way.|Look, your food is burning.

- Your-your-your food is, uh-|- Sh*t!

God!

- How'd you know her food was burning?|- How'd you know my food was burning?

- Pardon me?|- My food was burning. How did you know? You psychic or something?

No, no, I'm not psychic.|I- I heard the sizzling behind you.

Oh. You have pretty good ears.|Yeah.

Look, Maria...

I just can't see you for a while.

You- You don't want to see-

Look, this- this really isn't|a very good time right now.

I- I-I have to be at work in half an|hour, so could you give me your number?

- I'll call you tomorrow.|- My home number?

Yeah. You do have a phone, don't you?

Yeah. Yeah, what do you think?

Of course I got a phone,|but I'm- I'm hardly ever there.

- Then I'll call you at the office.|- No, no, no, no, I'm hardly ever there.

All right, um, home is better.|555-5050.

Yeah. Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

- Everything okay?|- Okay.

- Hello?|- Hi, it's Maria.

Hi.

Hi.|What's wrong?

Did I wake you?

No, no, no, no, no.|It's okay.

- Where are you?|- I'm at home. Now, you listen to me, fella.

Just because you said you're having a little bit of|trouble doesn't mean I'm gonna let you off the hook.

Holy sh*t!

- I can't talk now.|- Are you all right?

- I have to call you back.|- What is it? Is it the police?

Hello? Bill?

- Bill.|- Bill.

Fifteen minutes early.|Must be some kind of record.

So, everything okay?|What's up?

- Got a phone call today.|- Oh, yeah? New recipe?

Uh-uh. Guy named Bill.

Hey, let me see. Okay, I'll take|this downtown, check it out.

Uh-uh. We will take this downtown.

Tried to disguise his voice,|but I think it was Montgomery.

Nap time's over, boys.|Better keep your eyes open tonight.

- Come on. -|Bill? - Come on.

Good night, gentlemen.

Those bastards, man. I smell a rat.|They are up to something.

I don't know what it is yet,|but they're up to something.

I'm gonna find out, though.

You know what it is?

Yeah. Yeah, I have|a pretty good idea what it is.

What? What? Tell me.

Son of a b*tch!

Christ, I am gonna kill them!

- Just let me in for a minute. - She's|not here. Tony! - Get out of the way.

- Cover me! Armed man going into her house!|- What?

- Gail? Oh, Gail?|- Tony, I haven't seen her in a long time.

Gail's here. Gail, where are you?|Shut up, Maria. Every goddam time!

- Get your goddam hands off me, you son of a b*tch!|- It's not our guy.

- Get out of my house! - I never thought|I'd hit a woman, but- Ow!Jeez, ouch!

Oh, for crying out loud.

Every time something happens, we end up|f***ing it up, and she comes over here!

- Stop it! - Tell me where that-|Every time something goes wrong-

- I'm not gonna tell you again. She's not here.|- Anybody home?

Gee, I, uh-|You left the door open.

- Bill!|- Who the f*** are you?

I'm a friend of Maria's.|I came over for dinner.

- What's up?|- I'm looking for my wife.

- Where'd you leave her, pal?|- She's here.

- He thinks he can barge right in here.|- She ran out. She's hiding!

- Is she here?|- No. That's what I've been trying to tell him.

I think maybe you made a mistake.|What do you say, pal?

Go to hell!

Let's call the cops. I want him out of|my house! I want you to call the cops.

Why don't I help you look for her?|Huh? What do you say? Hey, Gail! Gail!

Oh, gee, I'm real sorry.

Just relax. Calm down.|Now, there's a chair right behind you.

When I lift you up, you're gonna|put your ass right down in that chair.

All right? One-

We're doing okay.|We're doing just fine.

Now, your knee is bad, huh?|That's it. Just relax.

We'll get you some ice for the knee, and|we'll get you some aspirin for your head, okay?

- Could we have some aspirin? And some ice.|- Yeah.

We're doing okay.|We're doing fine.

Now, I don't think it would be a very good idea|for you to talk to Gail right now, because...

you've been drinking, and you say pretty|mean things when you've been drinking, right?

Thank you.|Thanks a lot.

- What's your drink?|- Little rye and Coke.

Rye and Coke?|That used to be my drink.

Give me your hand. Yeah, I used to get these|diamond splinter headaches right between my eyes.

Right there. It was murderous.|You ever get those things?

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