The Hangover Part III Page #4

Alan, you're just too fat.

Roger that.

Don't kick me,

motherf***er!

No, no, no. Don't get up,

will trip motion detectors.

Stay low, like dog.

Oh, okay. Good idea.

- Which way?

- In there, the kitchen.

Oh! What the f*** is that?

I'm saying hello. We're

dogs, remember?

Hey, Stu. Check it out.

Oh, my God!

So gross!

God! Chow cut it out!

Okay, I'm here.

Now what?

Pull the cover off so you

can see the wires.

Okay. Done!

Okay, on three, cut the gray wire!

One, two...

Wait! Wait! Wait! I don't

have gray wire.

I have red, green and yellow!

That's weird. I have light gray,

medium gray and dark gray.

You do?

Motherf***er. My bad,

I'm color blind.

You're what?!

F*** it, just cut

the middle one.

My middle one could be different,

they wires are all twisted!

On three. One, two...

Chow, stop! Hold on,

I'm coming to you.

What the f***'s taking

them so long?

Where did you get the shirt?

A Diesel store?

- Phil?

- What?

It's a cute top, where'd

you get that shirt?

What's the problem?

Just point to the wire you

want me to cut.

- This gray one right here.

- Great.

For your information,

that's green.

Ooh, which one's red?

The one in your left hand.

Wait, which hand is that?

I'm also dyslexic.

What the f***?!

Where'd you get it?

I don't know. I'll find out,

I'll get you one.

There's a cool Diesel store in

the mall that I like to go to,

right next to the Food Court.

I don't know if it's Diesel.

Looks like a Diesel.

What's the matter with you?

Okay, you're still holding the

one I left you with, right?

Pretty much.

Oh, f***.

Alright. On three.

One, two, three!

Holy sh*t, it worked.

All good?

Easy peasy.

- Alright.

- You have no idea.

Come on.

Jesus! Be careful, Chow!

F*** this guy.

Living in my house,

living my life.

- Can we just stick to the plan?

- Fine.

Ruined.

He is completely out of control.

Let's just get this done.

This way. Come on,

come on.

It's buried behind

this wall.

- Alan!

- Here you go, boss.

F***!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Just warming up.

It's so heavy. Do we

have lighter one?

Why don't you just let

me do it, Chow?

Okay. Either way, you or

me, same thing.

You might wanna take your shirt

off, it makes it easier.

- What?

- I've heard that too.

See that. Chow came

back for you.

That's the last of it.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

You triple sure?

- Yes!

- Good!

Chow?

Chow!

Chow!

Chow!

Chow!

Chow!

Chow, open the f***ing

door right now!

Stuart Price. No felonies, one

arrest, Las Vegas, Nevada.

Phil Warnick. No felonies, one

arrest, also Las Vegas, Nevada.

Alan Garner.

Is this record accurate?

Uh-huh. I did that.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Masturbating on a city bus.

Yep, that was me.

Look, we've been here

for five hours.

We already told your guys

everything that we know.

No. You told them a story about

a little Chinese man.

Leslie Chow. He is an international

criminal, look it up.

A little Chinese man that no one

in town has seen or heard of.

And the hotel you say he's staying,

there's no one there.

Probably because he

left town.

That's one theory.

Another theory is that

you're lying.

Lude behavior, Cracker Barrel,

Christmas Eve.

HearThere's a guy in the face

who wants to see you.

Excuse me.

We're f***ing dead.

Why would Mr. Chow do this?

Because he's a greedy piece

of sh*t who used us.

Yeah, but he's our friend.

Oh, grow up, Alan.

You're free to leave.

All the charges have

been dropped.

By who?

It's your lucky day. There's a car waiting

for you out front.

Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry, what is this?

Get in the car.

Excuse me, sirWhere

are we headed?

Welcome back!

- What the f***?

- Let's go, guys.

Out to the back.

- Doug?

- Guys!

Get you ass back

over here!

Leslie Chow never lived here.

You did not break into his old house,

you broke into my house.

I don't understand.

You didn't get back the

gold he stole from me,

you got the other half

that he didn't.

Oh my, God!

Oh, you...you mean the

half he never had?

He's a word class rat and you

three were his accomplices.

- No, no, no, no.

- We had no idea!

We were trying to help you, we

thought you'd be happy!

Thank you so much.

Thank you for ripping

me off!

Thank you for desecrating

my home!

And thank you for killing

my f***ing dogs!

We didn't kill your dogs,

they're just tranquilized.

Oh, right.

You don't know.

Chow snapped their necks

on his way out.

- What?

- And somebody's gotta pay.

- He's right.

- No, no, no, no!

My head of security.

Couldn't stop three fuckups and a China

man with a pair of wire cutters.

Unreal!

Oh, man! That's okay.

I know it's scary.

Hector! Run upstairs and grab a pair

of sweat pants for Alan here.

I'm a 44 slim. Can you bring me

a few options?

You found Chow once,

find him again.

And my gold.

Wait. We don't even

have a car.

Chow stole my minivan.

Take the limo, Hector

has the keys.

And get going.

I'm killing Dougs today.

I never saw anyone get

killed before.

Right! My God, that

was so intense.

I mean, he just fell and he's...

he's dead.

- I feel sick.

- Me too.

Well, maybe we should get

some food, guys.

What are we gonna doWe have

no idea where Chow is.

- I don't know.

- He took your minivan,

maybe we could report it stolen and

then they could track him down?

It's worth a shot.

Oh, f***!

I left my phone

in the minivan.

Well, if you lost your phone, Phil,

I have that 'find my phone app'.

Oh, we have bigger problems

than that, Alan.

No, no. Wait, wait. If your

phone is in the minivan,

and...and Chow has the minivan,

then your phone's with Chow.

You heard him, we have bigger

problems than that, Stu.

Alan, give me your phone.

- Quick. That's brilliant.

- Yes!

- Wait. What's your password?

- Hey, Phil.

- Yeah?

- No, that's it.

- What?

- That's my password. "Hey, Phil."

- It is it.

- Phil gets it.

Nothing worse than

losing your phone.

You just saw a man get murdered, your

brother-in-law is kidnapped,

you sure there's nothing worse?

You don't get it, Stu.

You just don't get it.

Do you?

I have over sixty apps

on that phone!

What if I lost my phone?

Do you have any idea how

much time and man hours

it would take to re-download

those apps?

You're...you are right. I had not

thought of that. Thank you.

Oh, God. It's not always

about you, Stu!

It's locating.

- Oh, God. Of course.

- What?

Where is he?

He's in f***ing Vegas.

- Shot gun.

- Oh, no.

Hey, Stu?

I don't enjoy talking to

you that way.

I don't know why you insist on

making me blow my top.

We've been on a lot of

adventures together.

But it seems like you haven't

learned anything.

Anything!

You think on it.

I'll be in the limo.

He's okay.

Someone needs to burn this

place to the ground.

I told myself I'd never

come back.

Don't worry. It all

ends tonight.

It says 200 yards up

on the right.

And here it is!

Amazing!

Looks like he ditched it.

- It's open!

- No sh*t.

Look around.

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