The Man Page #6

- You have no idea.

- Andy, this is Mark.

- How you doing?

- Nice to meet you.

- Vann.

- Mark.

Well, we better go.

- Come on, Katie.

- Come on. Come on, baby.

- Bye, Daddy.

- Bye, honey.

- Can I say something?

- No.

I think you're still

in love with her.

And if you don't get

over this,

you may lose the other

woman in your life.

Just a thought.

- You were so pretty.

- Well, Barney Bunny

should be in the bottom

dresser drawer, honey,

because that's

his very own bed. Oh.

Oh, good, sweetheart,

don't you feel better?

Okay, honey,

is Mommy there?

Hi, Susan. Oh, no no,

things are fine, yeah.

Yeah, convention's

going great great great.

You know, I'm...

I'm the Man.

Yes, I'm going to be home

tomorrow night,

so I'll, uh...

I'll see you then.

I love you too, hon.

Bye.

Thanks.

Why don't we go ahead

and do this thing

- so you can get back to your family?

- Really?

Just do this one thing,

and you're done.

Okay. Question:

When you say "done,"

do you mean "done" as in finished,

as in no more,

nothing else, "done"?

Make the call.

I've a question.

Um, isn't it normal

to have, uh... you know,

some... some kind of backup, uh,

for a situation

like this?

- I didn't hear you call for any backup.

- That's right.

- Oh.

- Here we go.

My hands are sweaty.

Just be the Man.

Who's this?

Well, I came to meet

your associate.

- This is my associate.

- Well, you know what?

- He looks like a cop.

- He does.

He does look like a cop,

but he is most definitely not a cop,

so let's put that to bed

right here and now.

- So like I said, Turk, who is he?

- Who is he?

He's, uh... my b*tch.

Your b*tch?

He's my own personal b*tch.

Hey, b*tch, come here.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

I pull the strings,

and he dances.

Is that right?

You his b*tch?

Why don't you

answer the man?

You can talk, b*tch.

I want to hear

you say it.

Who's my b*tch?

- I am.

- I didn't hear that. Did you hear that?

- No.

- I couldn't hear anything.

We can't hear.

Who's my b*tch?

- I'm his b*tch.

- Attaboy.

All right,

well, get in... b*tch.

Why don't you get

in the back, b*tch?

- Crotch-grabbing time?

- Yeah yeah, we'll take care of it.

- Get in.

- All right.

- So where's your guy?

- He's here.

- Where?

- You're looking at him, a**hole.

I am Kane.

Eh, you can still call me Joey,

I answer to both.

The real question is... who are you?

I'm the man with the money.

Better yet,

I'm the only man with the money.

There's just one small

problem, money man.

- What's that?

- I think you're a cop.

Oh. Yeah, I am.

- Huh.

- My name is Vann. Wade was my partner.

I've been tracking what he was doing

from the very beginning.

Could have busted him,

you, your whole gang,

but I was waiting

for the right time.

I want in.

It's true.

He's A.T.F.

- So you knew about the heist, huh?

- Hell, yeah.

Think I don't know

what my partner's doing?

How do I know you're not here to settle

the score for your dead partner?

Please. He played

in the rain; he got wet.

So you just wait for your moment

and this is it?

I can take the heat off you

from the inside and I can move the guns.

You know I got the money,

'cause my man here

just gave you that half million dollars

like it wasn't nothing.

You're not the only one

with connections, Agent Vann.

- I have a buyer.

- You had a buyer.

Manny Cortez. Unfortunately,

somebody put a.45 slug in him.

The same kinda bullet they

took out of my partner, Wade.

Now, some people might

call that a coincidence,

but I don't believe

in coincidences. Do you?

Not really.

See, I figured you'd

take my deal over Manny's

because you're greedy.

But now I see you're

just plain desperate.

You're stuck with a truckload

of guns and no buyer.

So what's it

gonna be, Joey... Kane?

You've got it all figured out,

haven't you, Agent Vann?

We'll see.

Let's go.

Enjoy your swim, ladies.

Tell me you didn't

pee in the pool.

Wait a minute,

wait a minute.

We gonna make

a deal with this cop?

Get in. Vin.

Go. Now.

- Well, I guess this is it.

- Yeah.

You can go back to the world

of dental supply.

Oh, ho-ho yeah.

Yeah.

Listen, if you want to show up tomorrow,

you know, I can make it happen.

No, I'm still in the middle

of this thing.

Oh, yeah yeah

yeah, well, sure.

Ah, just a thought.

It's been interesting.

Yeah, well...

Hey, maybe next time

I'm in town, I'll look you up.

Or not.

It doesn't, uh...

D... boy.

I hate

these long goodbyes.

So, uh...

Well... see you later.

- Yeah, you take it easy.

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Oh, you killed them!

- You killed, Andy.

- You think? Yes!

- Oh! Yes?

- Mr. Fiddler.

Come with us.

- Where are you taking me?

- Watch your head.

He said I was done.

Uh, what is going on?

We're hoping you might

tell us, Mr. Fiddler.

Look, I don't know

who you people think I am.

We know exactly who you are.

What we don't know

is how a guy like you

could go so wrong so fast.

Here you are meeting

a gun runner from overseas

name of Joey Trent.

And here you are

doing the 411

with Hector Babcock,

a.k.a. Booty,

a gun dealer who we just

found in the trunk of his own car.

You've been running

with a rough crowd,

but you might be confused

about who the real bad guy is...

Agent Derrick Vann,

your new best friend.

He's the one that put the bullet

through Booty's head.

Oh, no.

- He wouldn't do that.

- No?

- No.

- Check out Manuel Cortez.

Another gun dealer

Vann paid a visit to.

Last but not least,

his own partner,

or ex-partner

I should say.

So you have

a dead A.T.F. Agent,

a dead snitch

and a dead gun runner.

The only connection?

Agent Vann.

Yeah, well, l-l...

I don't believe that.

Why not? 'Cause he's

such a nice guy?

Why do you think

he never called for backup?

He didn't

want cops around.

I don't know anything.

L... l...

- That's bullshit!

- I don't know anything!

That's bullshit!

You're up to your neck in it, pal.

- What do you want from me?

- You're gonna wear a wire

and get Vann to admit

he was in on the heist

and he killed his partner.

- Oh, is that all?

- You don't have a choice.

Really? What if I just

say "No, thank you"?

Then the U.S.

Department of Justice

will take

a giant sh*t on you.

H... how very pleasant.

Believe me, Mr. Fiddler,

your best option

is to go along with this

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