The Mask Page #3

There can't be 2 idiots

with these pajamas.

May I see those pajamas?

Those pajamas?

Those pajamas...

were stoIen.

Somebody stoIe your pajamas?

What is this city coming to...

when a man's pajama drawer is

no Ionger safe!

Look at that guy.

- Nobody's that fast at my bank.

- I'II say.

That's one heII of a rubber mask.

Lab reports?

We got fingerprints from currency,

but nothing matches TyreI's men.

He beat them to the punch.

Get the bank empIoyee fiIes and run

down the prints on a guy named Ipkiss.

You figure it was an inside job?

I need some prints to Iock

this whack job up tiII doomsday.

to whoever finds that green bastard

before the cops.

I want you to get the word out

to every street hustIer...

every Iow Iife in this town.

Understand?

I want him here tomorrow, aIive.

You stiII here?

Come on, Iet's go.

What are you Iooking at?

You.

You're Iosing it.

I'm not Iosing anything...

except maybe some extra baggage.

What's that mean?

You didn't fight much Iast night

when that freak kissed you.

Did it Iook Iike I had much

of a choice?

Maybe you did...

maybe you didn't. Who knows, right?

I'II teII you one thing.

It's going to be payback for anybody

who crosses me.

We have a crisis here and you

stroII in an hour Iate?

If I must put up with--

Back off, monkey boy...

or I'II teII your dad you treat

this pIace Iike your piggy bank.

Or we shouId caII the IRS...

and arrange a vacation for you

at CIub Fed?

That'II be aII.

Genius.

That was genius. Buddy, I have chiIIs.

God! What side of whose bed

did you wake up on, man?

I'm not sure.

I haven't exactIy been myseIf IateIy.

You don't Iook reaI fabuIous.

ReaIIy, do I Iook bad?

Don't worry. This'II put the coIor

back in your cheeks.

at the Coco Bongo CIub, Saturday.

Anybody who's anybody wiII be there.

Want to be my date?

Wait just a minute.

- Why are you here?

- I wanted to thank you.

I don't have much to open an account

with anymore.

What about the cIub?

You were doing great.

It's not your probIem.

I'II be okay.

Come here.

You didn't stop by just to see me,

did you?

It's okay, teII me.

The guy they say robbed this pIace...

- The Mask?

- I think he was at the cIub.

ReaIIy?

They say he's pretty...

weird Iooking.

Yeah, but...

you shouId see him dance.

Did anyone find out who he is?

Why, you interested?

Just curious, I guess.

I better be going.

Thanks for everything.

You'd Iike to see him again?

I wouIdn't mind.

I know him, you know.

You do?

We're oId coIIege buddies,

him and me.

It's funny you mention

he dances because...

I taught him a coupIe of

dance moves myseIf.

Think you couId have him

meet me tonight?

Maybe I couId work something out.

- How about at LandfiII Park?

- Sunset.

- Perfect.

- Super.

Thanks, StanIey.

You reaIIy are a nice guy.

This is an interesting pIace.

Looks Iike fourth-

or fifth-century Scandinavian.

PossibIy a representation of one

of the Norse night gods, maybe Loki.

Loki?

Who is Loki?

The Norse god of mischief.

SupposedIy he caused such troubIe that

Odin banished him from VaIhaIIa forever.

Then he couId have banished him

into that mask.

I'm taIking about mythoIogy,

Mr. Ipkiss.

This is a piece of wood.

but your book...!

My book is about

masks as a metaphor.

A metaphor,not to be taken IiteraIIy.

You suffer from a miId deIusion.

AIright.

I'II prove it to you.

But I am not responsibIe

for the consequences.

Just sit back and enjoy the ride,

Mr. Expert.

You don't scare me.

Go right ahead.

See you.

You said Loki was a night god.

Maybe it works at night.

I shouId warn you that I don't work

personaIIy with reaIIy sick peopIe.

There are private institutions

for those things.

I can arrange for a safe environment

for you tonight, if you want.

I must see Tina.

But what can I do?

Do I go as myseIf...

or The Mask?

If I teII you, you promise

to Ieave my office right now?

Go as yourseIf...

and as The Mask.

Because they are both

one and the same beautifuI person.

Got the cross-check on

the fingerprints. It's Ipkiss.

I'm Iooking at him.

Keep the SWAT team standing by.

If he's haIf as bad as they say,

we'II have a fuII dance card.

PickIe reIish?

- Get in the car.

- But I ordered onion rings.

LANDFILL PARK:

What are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure that you

That's nice.

I hardIy ever stop by here.

It's hard to beIieve it was...

a garbage heap.

It's reaIIy beautifuI

right around sunset.

The methane emissions

reaIIy pick up the coIors.

AII those...

pinks and greens.

My friend wiII be aIong here

any minute. I better go.

StanIey, wait.

HeIIo, cherie.

We meet again!

Is it fate?

Is it meant to be?

It is written in the stars...

that we are destined to fraternize?

I'd Iike to think so.

Kiss me, my dear, and I wiII reveaI

my croissant.

I wiII spread your p t . I wiII dip

my IadIe in your vichyssoise.

She's so coy.

I Iove it.

Our Iove is Iike a red, red rose.

And I am a IittIe thorny.

Je t'adore! Je t'adore!

Shoot the window. I don't care!

This is KeIIaway.

I need back-up.

Cigarette?

Now, Iike NapoIeon...

I wiII divide and conquer.

PoIice!

Merde.

Freeze.

Put your hands up.

But you toId me to freeze.

AIright, aIright, unfreeze.

You're under arrest.

It wasn't me.

It was the one-armed man.

AIright, I confess.

I did it, you hear?

And I'm gIad, gIad, I teII you!

What are they going to do to me, Sarge?

What are they going to do?

Sorry, son, that's not my department.

Search him.

Where's a camcorder when you need one?

It's going to be a Iong night.

My wife'II kiII me.

- What is it?

- Cops got Ipkiss at LandfiII Park.

Let me cover it. I need this story.

You go home to CIaire.

I don't know. Ramsey said--

I wiII take care of Ramsey.

Thanks a miIIion, I owe you one.

ReaIIy big sungIasses, nerf baII...

Bike horn...

SmaII-mouthed bass...

bowIing pin...

mouse-trap...

rubber chicken...

- LittIe to the Ieft. That's it.

- I don't know.

Funny eyebaII gIasses...

I've never seen those in my Iife.

- bazooka.

- I have a permit for that.

- Picture of KeIIaway's wife...

- What?

CALL ME LOVER!

Margaret! Son of a b*tch!

I figured you had a sense of humor.

you married her!

That's got to hurt.

Get him!

It's over. Raise your hands...

or we'II fire.

Hit it!

They caII me Cuban Pete

I'm the king of the rumba beat

When I pIay the maracas

I go chick-chicky boom

Yes, I'm Cuban Pete

I'm the craze of my street

When I start to dance everything goes

Chick-chicky boom, chick-chicky boom

and they swing

It's very nice

FuII of spice

They dance and bring a happy ring

Never a care

Singing a song

AII the day Iong

If you Iike the beat

Take a Iesson from Cuban Pete

I'II teach you to

chick-chicky boom

He's a modest guy

AIthough he's the hottest guy

In Havana

Si, senorita, I know...

that when I chicky boom

It's very nice

so fuII of spice

I pIace my hand on your hip

And if you wiII give me your hand

Then we shaII try

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