Stakeout Page #7

You've been watching me?|From where?

Across the street.

And my phones?

Maria.

Listen to me!

In there, huh?

Uh-oh.

Maria.

What do you got there, huh?

Well-

You guys are great.

I hope I- I hope|I didn't disappoint you.

Maria. Maria! God damn it!

Maria, listen to me!|Hold it a minute! Would you-

- Would you- Listen to me!|- No! Stop!

Hear me! I was doing|my job, God damn it!

Now, whether you like it or whether I|like it, it doesn't make any difference.

There wasn't any fun in it, and what|happened between you and me was-

was not part of it-|it was my mistake.

Maria.

I wanted to tell you.|I just- I couldn't.

You son of a b*tch!

Oh, no!

You broke my heart.

They said you were dead. I-

Oh!

Oh,Jesus Christ.

I made it.

I made it. It's all right.|I made it.

Maria, will you just|think about it for a minute?

- Listen to me.|- Who the f*** is that?

- Okay? I couldn't tell you that I was-|- No. Put it down.

- Don't.|- You couldn't tell her you were what?

You couldn't tell her|you were what? Who is this guy?

You're- Is this the guy?

Is this the reason?

You wanna take a walk in|the other room, pretty please?

Take a f***in' walk!

Christopher-|Christopher "Lee-chee. "

- Lecce.|- Lee-chee.

So, Lee-chee, what are you doin'|botherin' my old lady?

- We had a fight.|- Oh, you had a fight?

- That's too bad. What was it about?|- None of your business.

Watch it, pal. It is all my business.|Now, what was it about?

She found out I was|violating my parole, okay?

Are you kidding me?

What kind of candy-ass crime|did you commit, Chris?

Did you steal some old lady's|handbag, huh? What'd you do?

- Hey, take it easy. Take it easy, pal.|- What did you do?

Don't tell me to take it easy.

- What'd you do?|- I rob banks.

You rob banks?

- Could you get me a knife, honey?|- What?

Have a seat, Christopher.|Get me a knife.

- You do time?|- Year and a half.

- Where?|- Walla Walla.

Hand me the knife, honey,|would you, please?

I said, give me the knife.

- Do you know who I am?|- No, man, I don't know who you are.

- I don't believe|you. - Oh! Ooh! - No!

What the hell|is the matter with you?

I just wanted to know what|these things were stuffed with.

They're made of money.|She's safer than the bank, Chris.

I had some friends at Walla Walla. You|probably know some of'em. You know Cletus Ink?

- Nope.|- You don't know Cletus Ink?

- Uh-uh.|- You know Mad Dog Ross?

- You gotta know Mad Dog.|- No, I don't, but it was a big place.

You don't know Cletus Ink?|You don't know Mad Dog Ross?

Who the hell do you know?

Do you know Eddie Gant? Hmm?

- Yeah. Yeah, I did know Eddie Gant.|- What was he in for?

He killed a cop.

Hello?

Yeah. Guess who this is.

Yeah, that's right. Well,|shut up for a second, will ya?

I can only say that the reports of|my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

Well, listen, man, I don't have time to talk.|Where we gonna do this? We have to do it now.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah.

Okay. All right. I'll|meet you there in 20 minutes.

Pack a bag.|We're taking a trip.

- What? What is it?|- There's someone out there.

- You! Now, get out the front door!|- Just relax, man.

- Get out the front door!|- Just relax! I'm not part of this sh*t!

Lock the front door|and the back. Get out.

Get out.

I will be back.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, sh*t!

Jesus Christ.

- What the f***'s goin' on?|- I don't know, man.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Get him inside.

Throw him on the couch.

Cop. I knew it!

- What the hell are you-|- Shut up, pig!

Hey, back off.

How did you know|I was here? Hmm?

How did you know I was here?

You don't answer me. All right.|You say goodbye to your mama.

- Richard, don't!|- He wasn't following you.

He was following me.

- What?|- Yeah.

Yeah, I violated my parole, remember?|He's been following me for a week.

I made you on Saturday, a**hole.|You don't do your job very well, do you?

Look, I got a car right outside. I can|drive you to wherever you wanna go.

Cuff his hands behind him.

If he gets loose, you die!

You may think serving time and having a couple|cops on your ass gives me a reason to trust you.

Well, let me tell you something, pal. The last|people in the world I trust are ex-cons. Let's move.

So, uh, wh-wha- what's|the deal with this guy?

I mean, really, what is|the deal with this guy? Huh?

I don't even know who he is.

Isn't love great, Chris?

One minute you're a god.|Next minute you're a scum-suckin' pig.

I'm leavin' the country, baby.|You're goin' with me.

You goin' to Canada?

Are you a travel agent?|Drive, sucker.

Get out.

Sit down. Sit down.

- Hey-|- Shut up!

Maria, come here. I gotta talk|to this guy for about, uh, five minutes.

Could- Could you take a walk|and just come back in five minutes?

What for?

- Just take a walk, would ya?|- You're going to kill them, aren't you?

Well, I'm not gonna|make love to them.

You expect me to go with you|after you do this?

What do you want me to do?|Let them go? Do I look stupid?

If I let them go, I am dead.

How long do you think it's gonna take|for them to pick me up if I let them go?

Is that what you want?|They're gonna die, not me.

- Why? What do you-|- Why? Because that guy's a cop!

And that guy has been inside you.|Now get outta my way.

- No.|- Maria.

You're not gonna stop me.

Maria, get outta my way.|Come here.

- Get your f***ing hands off me!|- Maria. Get out!

No! Richard! No! No!|Richard! Richard! Ah!

- Don't you ever hit me! You understand?|- Oh, God!

Come on, man.|We gotta get outta here!

- Jesus Christ! That guy's a cop!|- I know he's a cop.

- His hands are cuffed.|- Not him. The other one.

Hey, where you goin'? Hey!|Wait for me, you bastard!

- No! No!|- You're drivin' me to the border! Get up the stairs!

Get up the stairs.

You wanna shoot? Huh?

Go ahead, pal!|What's the matter? You chicken?

Whoa!

I hope you believe|in reincarnation, sucker!

Get away!

I was supposed to give you a call,|wasn't I? I forgot.

- Is he gonna be okay?|- Not if you don't keep out of the way.

- Hey, man. How ya doin'? Okay?|- Hi.

Yeah, I'm okay.|I'm just a little tired.

A little tired, huh? Well, listen.|You go home, you get plenty of rest.

'Cause when I get better,|I'm gonna break both your legs.

- You're dust, Lecce. You hear me? Dust.|- Yeah. I'll see ya.

- Not only did you hit me once, but twice.|- I'll see ya. Hey.

- This is one of the worst nights of my life.|- What do you want?

- Well, I just wanna know if she's gonna be okay.|- She's okay.

- Okay.|- Lusk thinks you got something going on with that girl.

- He wants an investigation.|- What are you talkin' about?

Well, he said you could|be in a lot of trouble.

Hell, I told him|you're always in trouble.

You saved my life.

You know what that means,|don't you?

No. What?

You belong to me now.

- What is your name, really?|- It's Chris.

- Chris? I love you, Chris.|- Really. I swear to God.

I say I love you|I hold you near me

- I love you too.|- You say I scare you

Well, that's your fear

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