The Last Boy Scout Page #6

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Walk it off, son.

Discipline.

Kids nowadays just don't

have no discipline.

Don't you cry, honey.

Come on.

Come sit in my chair.

Let her go.

Put them out of my misery.

There is the matter of the $6 million.

Unless you're not interested.

Let's humor this a**hole.

Tell me.

Just me and Flash know where it is.

It's in the back of a white BMW.

We can take you to it.

Milo said the money was destroyed.

You're bluffing.

Think I'm bluffing?

I also have in my possession a tape.

You and Baynard.

Very juicy stuff.

Well, now, let me guess.

If something happens to you...

...that thing will be mailed

to the cops.

Close.

Actually, it goes to the mob.

They'd be interested to know

what you're up to.

Legalized gambling.

They stand to lose what?

Two and a half billion dollars?

They won't be upset about that.

Just their entire bookmaking income.

Go ahead and pull the trigger.

Be my guest.

Don't be surprised if you wake up

next to a stallion head.

If you had that goddamn tape

you'd have already told me.

This ain't working.

Take your best shot.

I ain't going out like that!

He's lying!

- The money's not in the car.

- Shut up!

It's in a locker.

And I got the key.

Where is it?

Stashed in my shorts.

Easy. Just easy.

Don't. He'll kill you!

He'll kill us anyway!

Promise to let me go.

Bullshit.

Give him the key or I'll kneecap you.

Nobody gets the money.

It's one of those new plastic keys.

Get the key!

The kind that shreds.

Get down!

Get her out!

I can't walk.

You going to pass out?

I'll make it.

Plastic keys?

The kind that shred?

Short notice.

Best I could do.

You did real good.

Learned from a pro.

Sh*t! You wasn't bluffing.

- Where's the senator's box?

- Section C. I'll show you.

Where's the senator's box?

Where's Milo?

"A highly enlightened position. "

He must be on those lights.

Find a cop and stay put.

You hear me?

Listen to Daddy, all right?

I'll be all right.

Do what I say.

Give me a kiss.

Go find a cop.

- What about me?

- Find Baynard.

Then what?

Get his attention.

Freeze!

A sniper's on that light!

He'll shoot Baynard!

Come on!

There he is! Jimmy Dix!

He pulled a gun on me.

You scum!

He's got a gun!

You bastard! You f***!

Sit down!

Give me the ball!

Give me the f***ing ball!

Thanks.

I said, "Sit down!"

Put down your weapon!

Looking for this?

A**hole!

I told you:

You ever touch me again,

I'll kill you!

What the hell is he doing?

I don't know.

Is he dancing?

Looks like he's dancing.

For a dancer,

he's one hell of a detective.

What's this I hear about Satan Claus?

You know about him too?

There! That's the man!

This bastard's been making

phone calls and harassing me!

I bet he stage-managed

the whole damn thing!

Arrest him!

Head or gut?

Excuse me?

Mom's here.

I missed you so much.

You know you're a real bastard?

And then some.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

I'll buy a dog.

F*** you, Sarah.

F*** you, Sarah.

If the cops weren't here,

I'd spit in your face.

Where's the briefcase they were

telling me about?

White BMW. Back seat.

Ain't a thing here.

Bingo!

Marcone's got the wrong one!

What?

What's next for us?

Tomorrow, I guess.

Take it one step at a time.

Daddy, can I go show Jimmy

to my friends?

- He's not a puppy.

- He's f***ing famous.

You want to watch your mouth?

Come on, Dad.

Your father said, "Watch your mouth. "

Do it.

Yes, sir.

I like that.

I'm thinking I could use a partner.

You up for that?

I don't know anything

about being a detective.

There's nothing to it.

Since it's the 90s, you don't

just smack a guy in the face.

You say something cool first.

Like, "I'll be back. "

Only better than that.

Like, you hit him with a

surfboard and say, "Surf's up!"

Something like that.

What else?

That's about it.

Water's wet, the sky is blue...

...and old Satan Claus is out there,

just getting stronger.

What do we do about that?

Be prepared, son.

That's my motto. Be prepared.

GELULA & CO., INC.

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