The Killer Elite Page #5

That's all.

Come on, Jerome.

Pull her in tight, she likes to buck.

I'll go for the tool kit.

- Watch it.

- Yeah.

It may be better to wait

until the police come.

I don't care what you want. You wanna

stay alive, get in that cab. Move it!

- Get 'em outta here!

- You want me to leave you?

I said get out!

- I thought I told you to get outta here!

- I'm not goin'!

Get me outta here! Get me across

the street. I wanna get George.

- Are you here to help us?

- Shut up.

- Are you listenin' to me?

- What's the matter with you?

- Get us past that truck. Come on!

- It's too large for us.

- Get ready, Miller.

- Ready.

- How'd you like that?

- Stay down!

- Stick your foot on it, Mac.

- Whatever you say.

- Are you Stirling Moss? Get outta here!

- Hey, we're goin'.

Watch it. Watch it.

I'd say the first round was Locken's.

I misjudged him. His anticipation

was better than mine.

There's a credo with the company I forgot

to remember. Operate on the 6-P principle.

Proper planning prevents

piss-poor performance.

Hey, don't be hard on yourself.

I had a clear line on him. Missed.

- How do we find him?

- Finding him's not the problem.

Getting inside his defence work,

that's the problem.

- Where do you think he'll go?

- I don't know.

Code 33. In pursuit.

Yellow Cab, number 265...

Step on it a little, Mac.

Come on. I thought you had

something in this machine. Do it!

Lovely. That's it.

- What are you slowin' down for?

- I don't like it.

- Something's the matter.

- What's that?

I wanna check somethin'.

There's a rattle in the back.

Come on. Come on. Hurry up.

Ooh!

What is it?

It's a bomb.

What? What are you talkin' about?

Near the exhaust.

Old buddy Sam.

Get it outta there!

I'm workin' on it.

Oh, a cop.

Here, stash this under there.

Hi. Need a tow or somethin'?

Uh...

Drive shaft. I think I got it, thank you.

Want me to call Auto Club?

I'll have it fixed before they get here.

Patrol unit one.

Patrol unit one. Your location, please.

- Patrol one to headquarters...

- What have you got in that bag?

- Primer cord, plastique, shaped charges...

- No, no, no. Something that's not lethal.

Everything's lethal.

Whoa.

Look, things are bad enough.

Y'all step out of the car,

where I can see you.

I'm not gonna ask again.

Yes, sir. Just hold on.

Easy! Don't shake the car, goddammit!

All right.

You, underneath,

get your hands where I can see 'em.

No.

Look, uh, I'd like to show you some ID.

Yeah. I'd like to see everybody's ID.

In a second.

Now. Get your ass outta there

before I drag you out by your heels.

Uh, no. Hey, this bomb'll go off. Please.

Bomb? What bomb?

This bomb.

This bomb.

- Here.

- What the hell you want me to do with it?

That's not a bomb.

It's an old piece of muffler.

Hold it a minute. Look, that's the timer.

It looks like it's set to go off

two minutes from now.

Uh... e-everybody get back.

What do you plan on doin'

with that thing, Officer?

I'm gonna throw it as far away as I can.

Whoa. I wouldn't. That'd kill everybody.

That's plastique with a detonator.

And it's got a maximum range

of 100 yards.

Well, w-w-what shall I do with it?

Well, uh, see that bay right there?

I'd run down there and chuck it in there.

We'll wait for you here.

Listen, Officer, I'd sure run.

What a dummy. Come on.

- We blew our cover.

- What?!

- Can't risk drivin' another mile.

- Christ! Now what are you gonna do?

Well, he's just gonna

have to do things my way.

I'm gonna take your ketch

to the old pier over at Bethlehem Steel.

We're pullin' out at eight o'clock. We'll

deliver at three. Will the ship be waitin'?

I'll have it standing by. In the meantime

I'll arrange for the transfer. Yeah.

- Put the phone down, Cap. No more calls.

- I'll see you tomorrow...

- But I just wanted to, uh...

- I said no more calls.

Excuse me, I just want

to go to the bathroom.

Sit down.

It's in your imagination. I expect you

to get Chung out to sea tomorrow.

I consider it nothing more

than a routine matter.

Keep working.

Which department?

Which department?

Don't answer the phone. Thank you.

IPM stock.

It's going down.

That's bad management.

Well...

It's not my problem.

They're in the hotel business anyway.

What about plastics?

Anything in there about condoms?

Um...

- I saw that just a moment ago.

- Good.

I don't have it.

Which department?

Distribution. Make a note of it.

Haven't you fixed that yet?

This I don't believe. The stock's up.

They don't even have a company.

- No. Don't answer the phone.

- No, no. I'm not going to.

Work. Work.

Hungry?

Now that you mention it.

Hm.

APP...

is down.

Well... it's getting late and I'm tired.

You can do this for me, huh, Cap? And

I'll bring you back a nice mess of catfish.

- I'll see you in a couple of weeks.

- You bet.

Hello?

- Where the hell have you been?

- I've been busy.

You know the pier at Bethlehem Steel?

Yeah. I worked it

four years ago with Mike.

- You'll be there.

- I'll be there.

You know, my dad trusts you.

That's not like him.

Why not? I'm one of the beautiful people.

Got lots of girls?

Yeah, tons of 'em.

I send my extras

over to Turkey for harem duty.

I'm a virgin.

Well, that's, uh... that's very nice.

I really don't have time for

your confessions right now.

Look, kid...

I don't want this to sound too harsh, but to

tell you the truth, I really don't give a sh*t.

Stand by the bowline.

- Too many damn windows, partner.

- Let me worry about it.

You stay on the outside.

I'll go on the inside.

Listen, uh...

Call Ben and Donnie. Tell them to

meet me here a half-hour before dawn.

- OK. Soon as we get all secure.

- Right.

- I need an extra man to stay with the boat.

- I will.

- Give him a shooter, Miller.

- I won't need anything.

- Another kung fu expert?

- Don't underestimate him.

I don't care if he runs for president

and winds up in Arlington.

Miller, you stay out here up high.

Sorry to tell you, pal.

Yeah.

Yeah. All right,

the rest of us inside. Move it.

Let's go. You stay with the boat.

- Take it down easy. Now load it.

- OK.

All right, come on.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Go to the back, there's a staircase. Go

upstairs, put the light on. We'll wait here.

Hey, this is a mousetrap, Mike.

- Go on. Please.

- You're usin' them as bait.

- They're here.

- They sure are.

He'll be here. I know him.

I can just feel it.

Is that why you made 'em put the lights on

upstairs? He blew you apart, didn't he?

Whatever he does

dictates the way you go.

You're gettin' to be

his prisoner, Mike. Up here.

You're wrong, Mac.

- I've never had it more together in my life.

- You know what makes me laugh?

Since five o'clock you've been

gettin' shot at, stabbed at, yelled at.

You broke enough local ordinances

to put yourself on ice for 100 years.

And how many dead people so far?

Just that one dude.

Course, Miller got his limit.

Oh, yeah. I know the rationale.

Self-defence. God and country.

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