The Real McCoy Page #3

- Look, I don't call the police

until I have to.

Good. Keep it like that.

Look, if you haven't got him, I want to

know who does, and I want to know now.

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Now gimme your car keys.

- Gimme your car keys!

- I don't have time for all this sh*t.

I got a damn Federal audit

startin' at 7:
00 tomorrow mornin'!

Wait a minute!

How am I suppose

to get home?

Night-night, boys.

Mmm, healthy.

Come over here.

Come lie down

next to me.

Come closer.

- That feels good.

- Ah, I really like it.

- Put your hands over here.

- Oh, where?

- Right there.

- Ah, how's that? Is that good?

- Hand me that scarf.

This? Ohh. Ooh, that

feels good. Tighter.

- Tighter!

- Has anyone ever done this before?

Oh, no! Tighter. Ohh.

I like that.

- I'm looking for Gary Buckner.

- Uh, 403.

- Thank you.

- Oh, honey? I think he's gone fishing.

Hmm?

Lake...

Lake Lucille.

Excuse me, sir?

Do you know this man?

Sure. Everyone knows Gary.

Lives out by the lake.

- 'Bout two miles up the road.

You can't miss it.

- 'Bout two miles?

- Mm-hmm.

- Great. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Patrick?

Patrick?

- Patrick!

- Patrick!

Patrick.

Patrick, wake up.

- You're my mom's friend, aren't you?

- Shh! That's right.

We gotta get out of here.

Come on.

- Is this yours?

- Yeah.

Hey. How you doin',

Mr. Sam?

Hey, Gary.

Good to see ya again.

- Did my dad ask you to come?

- I'll explain later.

- Hey, there was a lady here

lookin' for ya last night.

- What lady?

A young, good-lookin'

blond lady.

- How'd you know where to find me?

- Later.

- Sh*t!

- Oh.

- Was there a ransom note?

- Somethin' like that, honey.

Yeah, well, my dad's flat broke.

He could never pay.

- No!

Boy, this must be

one of Dad's cars.

This isn't a car.

This is a piece of sh*t.

I didn't mean to say that.

That's a bad word.

You can say "sh*t," Karen.

My dad says it all the time.

Karen, this is my big shot,

and you're screwin' it up.

Hey, leave her alone!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Leave her alone!

You worthless b*tch. It's my big shot,

and you're screwin' it up!

Karen? Karen?

I'm real sorry, Karen.

- Where's Patrick?

- Patrick's fine.

It's you

I'm worried about...

I don't wanna hurt anybody.

I just want the bank.

And you just want

your boy.

- Karen!

- Shh!

- Hey.

- Are they gonna kill me?

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

I'm here, okay?

Don't go, okay?

Listen, I'm right here. I'm right here.

I'm goin' nowhere.

You've got to try

to go to sleep.

- Will you do that for me?

- Yeah.

Try to sleep.

Everything is gonna be okay.

I promise.

- Where is he, Karen?

- He's okay, I swear.

- Well, bring him back home.

- I can't, not yet.

- Why not?

- I have to do somethin' first.

- What? I'm comin' over.

- Roy, don't.

Listen, you have to trust me.

'Cause you don't have any choice,

and neither do I right now.

- Hey, J.T.

- Hey.

Hey.

- Hey, what happened to you?

- You want a job?

- What?

- That Jack Schmidt.

S-Schmidt?

- W-W-What are you talkin' about?

- They got my boy.

Oh. Jesus. I'm sorry.

Listen, you gotta believe me.

- I had nothin' to do

with anything about...

- I do believe you.

- Go get your shirt,

and let's get out of here.

- You bet.

Listen, Karen, everything's

gonna be all right.

- What are you gonna do with this?

- In case there's any trouble.

J.T., we ain't holdin' up no Dixie

mini-mart on a rainy night in Georgia.

- You were there that...

- It doesn't matter.

- Just go in there and get

your shirt, all right?

- I'm just so embarrassed.

Nobody uses Betamax anymore.

What? Oh.

They do in Nigeria.

Betamax capital of the world.

It's my third shipment

already.

- I think you know each other.

- Wait a minute.

I do a job,

I pick my own driver.

I just want you

to know, Jack, that, uh,

- I won't disappoint you.

- If you do, I'll tear your head off...

and feed it to my dogs.

Excuse me, ma'am.

May I help you?

Yes. I'd like

a safe deposit box, please.

- 'Course, ma'am. Right this way.

- Thank you.

Here you go. Mr. Kroll

will be right with you.

Well, thank you.

Good afternoon.

I'm Mr. Kroll.

Well, hi.

Beth Baxter.

Um, you wanted a safety

deposit box, ma'am?

Uh, yes, sir.

Um, for some jewelry.

Oh. You just, uh, need

to fill out some forms.

- Mrs., um...

- No, that was "Miss." Miss Baxter.

Hmm. Miss.

Hmm.

Have you visited

our bank before?

Just once.

Ohh.

Well, uh, elevator's

right around the corner.

- This way.

- Thank you.

- The vault is, uh, four levels down.

- Our security area is serviced

by our armored elevator.

- Armored?

The Federal Reserve insisted before

they'd rate us Triple "A."

Oh, sure, we are now

the main holdin' bank in the state.

Two years ago, we just

tore out everything.

- We put in total state of the art.

- Oh.

Well, that's

very reassuring.

- Here we are.

Ohh. Why, this

is just beautiful.

I thought you'd like it.

This way.

- Mr. Kroll.

- Hello, Paul.

Watch your step.

Here we are.

- I'll be waiting right over here.

- Thank you.

Whoa! It's heavy!

Yes.

- Guess you've got a lot of jewelry.

Uh, Miss Baxter?

A lot? Uh, yes.

Enough? Never.

- Bring back happy memories?

- It's been upgraded.

- So what? - I can't break into

a Triple-"A"-rated bank.

- You can.

- No, nobody can.

- It has a V.S.U. In there...

A Volume Signature Unit. - A what?

So what? We'll cut it

the same time we do the TV cables.

- Ya can't do that. It's screened.

- Then I guess...

you've got some

thinkin' to do.

You're not listening,

are you?

I'm listenin', Karen.

You know what I hear?

A little boy cryin' his eyes out,

wonderin' if he's

ever gonna get home again.

Shh.

Okay, now watch this.

Sit up here, right here now.

You spring,

and then you go, okay?

Let's try it. Bend your knees,

spring and then you go.

You got to put your arms up... That's

right. At the same time. You ready?

Whoa!

- Now you're goin' to the tigers.

Okay, there's the bank.

To the right is

the security building.

Right. All the bank's TV

and alarm cables run directly into it.

The instant

we trip the alarms...

Southtec Security

dispatches four cars.

We have to time it.

See how fast it takes them to get to us.

- Oh, isn't that fabulous?

- Enjoyin' the view, huh?

Go!

Sh*t!

Two minutes.

Hey!

Four minutes.

Hey!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Watch out!

What the hell you doin'?

Watch where you're goin'!

Stop.

All right.

That's six minutes, ten.

We'll make it six in case their guys

drive fast. Then shave a minute off...

for us gettin' in and out each time,

and that'll leave five.

- That's good. That's all right.

- Why don't you tell him?

- Tell who what?

- Patrick.

Why don't you tell him

who you are?

- You wanna drive

or do family counseling?

- Don't get riled.

I just think that kids should

be told stuff like who their

real mother is, that's all.

I'd be proud

to call you my mother.

If I were Patrick.

Drive, okay? Just drive.

Oh, Miss Baxter.

- It's so pleasant to see you again.

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