Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot Page #5

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to love someone as special as you.

That's the sweetest thing

anyone's said to me.

My mother said it, Gwen.

Your mother? - She was right.

Jesus, it kills me.

Does this kill you?

Hey, boss. What's happening?

- There you are.

Take a look at this note.

"I regret my life of crime.

I can't live anymore. J. Parnell."

Well, what do you think?

You've been under pressure lately.

You might be overreacting.

We've got the weapons,

we're going to South America,

and claiming lots of money.

Why are you so depressed?

I'm not going to kill myself.

It's part of the plan.

They read the note, we disappear.

Then they don't come looking for us.

Good idea.

No, no. That's a great idea.

There's one for you too. You sign that

and we can get out of here.

Make sure you sign it clearly.

Let me take a look at that.

Very nice.

That hurts.

"Dear Joe. I'm sorry. I can't

help myself. I love you too much.

I've left to be

out of your way. Love, Mom. PS:

About the flowers.

I've ruined it for you and Gwen.

Maybe one day

you can forgive me. PPS:

There's a pineapple

upside-down cake in the icebox."

Damn!

Hey!

- Sorry!

Excuse me!

Wait!

- Hey, slow down.

You alright?

Mom, stop!

No, Joe,

you got to live your own life.

You were right.

I don't want you to go.

Slow down. - You were right

about grabbing onto Gwen.

I was wrong.

When I told her,

it changed everything.

It did?

- Yes. Mom, I want you to stay.

Quick, stop the cart!

Really?

You know I do.

Now tell me.

What did Gwen say when you told her?

That it's the sweetest thing

anyone ever said to her.

And then?

- That's what she said.

You didn't propose to her?

- No, but I mean it's a beginning.

It's a missed opportunity.

- Wait. Wait.

Stop right there.

- What?

You're doing it again.

- What?

Interfering. Rule no. 2.

You can't be serious about the rules?

Gate 18, fast!

Dont want her to miss her flight.

What are you doing?

Have a nice ride home.

- What are you doing?

Thank you. Joey!

Joseph A. Bomowski,

this is your mother talking.

Wait a minute!

Can't we discuss these rules?

They're non-negotiable.

- What about a little flexibility?

Flexibility? Give you an inch,

you take the entire turnpike. - Okay.

Okay what?

The rules.

You got a deal.

You got a deal.

It'll be the best weekend

we ever spent together. - Maybe not.

Stay here.

Got him! - I told you

to wait outside. - Yeah, yeah.

You promised to leave me alone.

So, I'll start tomorrow.

I give up.

Holy moley!

That's the guy who sold me the gun.

It is?

- Yeah.

More chocolate, Mitchell?

- No thanks, Mrs. Bomowski.

You, sweetie?

- No, I'm fine.

Why'd you come here?

It's not even my case.

To save my girlfriend's life.

My house ain't safe.

My brother's dead.

I got nowhere to go.

Any idea who these people are?

We stole a few cases of shooters

but there were thousands of them.

The ones supposed to have

been destroyed. We got them. - Where?

Brunswick airstrip.

Outside of Ventura. It went bankrupt.

A savings and loan took it over.

- Great. Joe and I'll check it out.

Remember when I was in school,

every week you would call my teachers

to see if I was doing good

and cutting class.

Embarrassed the hell out of me.

It wasn't you didn't trust me...

you just wanted to make sure...

I didn't get into trouble.

You finally understand.

- I do understand.

And I want you

to understand why I have to do...

this!

Whoa, bummer!

I once did this before

when Joey was 9.

He got his head caught in a railing.

The problem was his ears.

They were so big for his age.

They kept getting caught on the bars.

I got it. I did it.

I'm out! I did it!

- Yo, Mrs. B! Way to go, babe!

Sometimes I impress myself.

Could you help me off?

Where's my gun? I'm outta here.

- With your keys in the bathroom.

Thanks, babe.

Major bummer.

Sorry, Mitchell.

I need your car.

And I don't think

Joey wants you going off to Mexico.

Hold still. This won't hurt a bit.

Be back to get you, babe.

Get back.

Sergeant Bomowski. I need assistance

at Brunkswick airstrip, right away.

Let me go!

- Hurry up.

Move it. Come on.

Where's your little boy?

You won't get away with this.

My Joe will be all over you.

Get her on the plane,

so her son can't interfere.

When we get her over the ocean,

we'll see how well she can swim.

Move it! Move it!

Sit down.

Sh*t!

Get out there and find him.

Get off. Take her down.

Oh God!

Where are you taking me?

Shut up!

- Joey!

There you are. Drop it!

You okay?

- Why are you here?

I came to back you up.

- Get him inside!

Let her go.

Do you think

I'd be content with just killing you?

Let her go!

Or what?

It's over. Parnell, it's all over.

Get the car.

I'll tell you what's over.

Say goodbye to your little boy.

You're next. Hold it!

You know...

this is really going

to give me a great deal of pleasure.

Nobody hurts my baby.

Gee whiz. You shot him.

No sh*t.

Mom, you saved my life.

That's what moms are for.

I can't believe it,

but I'm sad to see you go.

Dont worry. I'll be back.

- Not too soon, I hope. Just kidding.

It's been great, Tutti.

- Such fun.

I can see why you like police work.

It's so stimulating. - Yeah.

Can I see the ring?

- Okay.

Beautiful. I couldn't have done

better if I'd picked it out myself.

I thought you did.

- Mom, that's your flight.

Well, thanks for everything.

I think that man is a criminal.

I recognize him from TV.

I don't think so. You'll be late.

- Joe, look.

He's trying to avoid the detector!

Please!

- Hey, young man!

Dont give me that innocent look.

My son is a police officer.

Draw your gun. He's getting away.

Rule no. 12:
Listen to your mother!

Move!

Here. Cuffs!

Let us through. Police.

Joey, now I remember what he did.

He shot his mother!

CEDO FILM - by Lucifer

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