The Big Hit Page #4

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Morton, look at that dog.

Hey, get away!

Go away, you giant rat!

There's something so peculiar|about that boy.

Let go!

- Hello? Hold on.|- Big Top Video.

Now I'm hearing things.

- I am not going to temple.|- Hello?

Hello!

Understandable you're avoiding us.

- You know why we're calling.|- Sorry. I apologize.

- She has become godless.|- Whaf's fhe mafter, litf/e girl?

Why are you crying?|Because I wanna rent "King Kong Lives. "

- Who are you talking to?|- I'm sorry.

But you can't rent that.|Melvin Smiley has that out right now.

- And he's foo busy to bring it back.|- I promise I'll bring it back.

Aren't you going to temple?

- What do you mean, no?|- You're going to ruin my surprise.

I don't like surprises.|What surprise?

I was planning on cooking a nice|kosher meal for you and your folks.

- This I gotta see.|- Excuse me one second.

Let go of that!

Let go!

Get outta here.

You are a pathetic little man.

Sh*t!

You're back.

Daddy had to make a pit stop,|and I forgot my purse.

You don't have to make a pit stop,|Mrs. Shulman?

No, I'm fine.|I'm fine right here.

- It's a long drive.|- I'm fine.

- You sure?|- I'm sure.

I forgot a thing in the trunk there.

Look, if you've got a thing|in the trunk, you'd better get it out.

I will.

- What's that?|- It's his thing. Get in. We're late.

If there's a dead deer in there,|get it out of there.

- et's go!|- I swear.

I can do this.

Cisco, where the f*** are you?

Don't call. Don't you call.

Don't you f***in' call,|you stupid f***.

They got Tracebuster Buster.

I got Tracebuster Buster Buster|for their ass.

All right, think, think.|Crunch!

Be cool, playboy.|I got you covered.

I tell you what.

I'll pick the chick up and keep her|here in my crib. You feel better?

- Much. What time?|- I've gotta stop by fhe office.

- Give me an hour and a half. Cool?|- Yeah, cool. Thanks, bro.

You ready again? You ready again?|Come on.

Are you okay?

I'm gonna take your gag off,|but you gotta promise not to scream.

I don't suppose you could take|these cuffs off, too?

- Sorry.|- I didn't think so.

- I have to pee.|- Yeah.

I need help.

Oh, sorry.

No, I need help with my underwear,|unless you wanna take my cuffs off.

Sorry.

I'm done.

- You don't seem like a kidnapper.|- I'm usually not.

- Aren't you gonna flush?|- Yeah.

Technically you could call me a hit man.

Really? A hit man?|Does that pay well?

Of course.|I make a killing.

- Thank you.|- You're welcome.

I'm hungry. You must be starved.

- I'm so hungry, I could eat a-|- Horse?

I could never eat a horse.

Let me know what you want. I can go|in the kitchen and cook it for us.

Will you put a hit on it for me?

Yeah.

How about a pterodactyl?

You're in luck.|I just whacked...

a rare, extra cheese and pepperoni|pterodactyl.

- Cold or nuked?|- Nuke it.

That girl from the other house,|she your girlfriend?

Yeah, I guess so, kind of,|but I'm engaged to Pam.

Chantel is kind of your girlfriend, but|you're engaged to another girl, Pam?

Sounds complicated.|Tell me more.

Cisco, I can do this.|I ain't no fuckup. I can do this.

I'm gonna prove it. I'm gonna prove|my ass to all you motherfuckers...

that I can handle my...

business.

Yeah. I can handle my business!

Hello?

Mr. Nishi, noon foday,|$1 million cash.

In a plastic garbage bag.|Place it in the green garbage can...

near fhe Abbey She/fer|on McBryde Trail...

righf off of Old School Road.

Do you understand?

I don't understand "McBlyde. "

What?

No, no. Hang up.

What is "McBlyde"?

McBryde Trail...

is a goddamn-

- What is "McBlyde"?|- If's a mofherfucking-

A goddamn thing.

I understand.

McBryde Trail.

I will drop money there.

Good.

Get him. Get him!

Let's go, let's go!|Bust a move!

It's your life.|You have to take some responsibility.

It seems like no matter what I do,|it's never really good enough.

You know?|It's starting to make me miserable.

You can't blame Chantel and Pam|for taking advantage of you.

You make it too easy for them.

I'm not blaming them.|at least I'm not trying to.

At the end of the day,|all I want them to do is be happy.

I don't know.

I just can't stand the idea|of them not liking me anymore.

To be perfectly honest, I can't stand|the idea of anybody not liking me.

That sounds pretty dysfunctional.

Why do you say that?|What do you mean?

I mean, you might suffer from|a borderline personality disorder.

- And you have codependency issues, too.|- What?

You're whipped.

You seem nice. You're not like|the others. Do what's right for you.

You're really smart.|You know that?

What the f*** is that?

All right, you filthy|kidnapping scum person, you!

- Where's the girl?|- She's at-

Don't get cute with us, scumbag.

I've been sent here by my boss,|Paris...

whose goddaughter you all happen|to be kidnapping...

to find her.

If you wanna stay breathing,|you better tell me, Melvin...

where the f*** she is and who the f***,|Melvin...

is the insidious mastermind|behind this plot.

Melvin.

Melvin?

Melvin? Melvin Smiley?

Melvin Smiley is the mastermind|behind this kidnapping?

Oh, my God!

What a world.

I mean, the humanity.

The betrayal.

He was like a brother to me, man.

Oh, well.

Somebody's gotta die.

Look at it as a privilege, you know?

You're always dying to do something|for me. Now's your chance.

All right, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Now we're gonna find Melvin Smiley...

and we're gonna kill him.

Melvin. Son of a b*tch.

I knew the boy had financial problems,|but I didn't dream he'd go this far.

Find the girl first,|then deal him.

Pack up.|We are going for a ride.

Who knows what unspeakable things|they do to my little girl?

It says you're supposed to soak|the matzo for five minutes.

It says you're supposed to soak|the matzo for five minutes.

- Okay.|- Is this traditional Jewish cooking?

I hope so. It's the only|Jewish cookbook in the house.

You need margarine|to saute the mushrooms.

Sh*t! Is that kosher?

Like I would know. You need to stir it|so it doesn't stick.

I could help you better|if I didn't have these cuffs on.

All right.

You're pretty good at this.

You ever cook for your dad?

My father doesn't even know I'm alive.

Not until I have to impress|some of his associates.

- Do you have brown sugar?|- Yeah.

Do you know what it's like living|your life to please other people?

I guess you do, huh?

It's a drag. Sometimes I wish|I could just get away. Know what I mean?

I do, as a matter of fact.|I've always dreamt of getting away.

Come here. What are you doing?|You're missing the point.

The whole joy of cooking. You have|to use your hands, get in and get messy.

Get in there.

Kind of like it.

Now we have to glaze|our M-4 white leghorn.

- Our LM what?|- Common broiler chicken.

I'm studying them|in advanced biotechnology.

Damn!

I'm sorry.|I'Il clean it up for you, okay?

Did you know the white leghorn|was bred with the Ross sire line...

to create the hybrid|known as the Roslin QTL Cross?

Of course.|Doesn't everybody?

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