The Tuxedo Page #4

Oh, my God!

Oh, my... Oh!

This was not...

part of the plan.

(grunts)

Del Blaine?

Del...

(footsteps clattering)

(mouthing)

(beeps)

Confidence.

Del...

(light stand creaks)

(mouthing)

(clanging)

(grunting)

(hollow thud)

(groans)

(grunts)

(panting)

Nice of you, moron.

Not in the manual.

(disgusted grunt)

Creep!

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

Del Blaine! Stop!

(shrieks)

Get off of me!

(both gasping)

Why didn't you stop?

God, what the hell

is wrong with you?!

How do you...

fall off a building

and end up... uh...

- You okay?

- (panting)

(rhythmic breathing)

Would you stop that?

JIMMY:

It's okay.

I am in the car

with a psychopath.

We are not safe.

Are you upset?

Why would I be upset?

I've always wanted

to begin and end my career

with a big fat failure!

Thank you very much, Mr. Devlin.

It's my first time.

I mean... every mission

is like my first time.

It's so difficult

being Clark Devlin.

Oh.

Sorry.

(electrical crackling)

(Blaine shrieks)

Aah!

(coughing)

I didn't do that.

What...

i-is wrong with you?!

I'm not who you think I am.

Stay away!

I'm a little over-amped

myself right now.

Let's just call it a day.

Get some rest and medication.

What?

We'll be in communication.

Oh.

(engine starts)

I don't have your phone number!

(tires screech)

C.S.A. TARGET RANGE

DEL:

Who am I kidding?

I have no idea what I'm doing

or why I'm doing it.

STEENA:

I felt the same way

when I took my first

field assignment.

Then I met Clark Devlin

and life just got

a whole lot better...

and a little more complicated.

MAN:

Let's, uh, can we get

a close... can we...?

MAN 2:

How do we pan down...

Yeah. Just hit the

second button there.

DEL:

Everybody warned me,

he was unorthodox

but he's way irrational,

bordering on nutso.

We'll just get, uh... That's it.

There, yeah. That's it, there.

Look at that.

Move it over, over just a bit.

He's getting under your skin,

isn't he?

He got under my skin once

and I'm still feeling it.

Yeah, you told me.

What about his English?

Oh, I can never understand

half of what he says

but don't you just love

his accent?

She can't hear

anything from here...?

No, I don't think... Whoa!

God, I wish I was

still back in the field.

(c*cks rifle, exhales)

How do you like me now?

(bullet casings clattering)

She's got issues, man.

Holy...

Can your, uh, can your

girlfriend shoot, uh...

A groin out of a target?

STEENA:

Let's go.

Let's get our nails done.

Okay.

STEENA:

Have a nice day, boys.

WOMAN (singsongy, over P.A.):

Dr. Angelo, Dr. Angelo...

They ran out of "Get well soon."

You said to wear this,

but I don't know.

Being Clark Devlin is not easy.

(ringing)

(ringing)

Hello.

BLAINE:

So, Mr. Devlin

how are you feeling today?

Not so good, I'm afraid.

Well, you've got a few hours

to pull yourself together.

What do you mean?

After the fiasco

of planting the bug

I'd say we have

only one choice:

Level One surveillance.

In other words...

Infiltration.

Banning's going to be at

the Lanford Hotel tonight

entertaining three

of his new partners.

Chalmers has agreed to...

get us at the next table.

Is this a black-tie event?

No. But I'm sure you'll

wear whatever you want.

Maybe we can find

Walter Strider.

Meet you there at 8:00.

(muffled):

Water... strider...

What?

Water...

Mr. Clark Devlin.

(muffled):

Stri... der...

What are you doing?

- Huh?

- (groans)

Uh, he needs help.

Security! Security!

(soulful orchestral intro)

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over...

Del Blaine.

Hey.

I know how partial you are

to that monkey suit of yours

so I got gussied up.

Good job. You gussy very well.

Oh, and here's a little

something for you.

Hmm?

Oh.

Thank you.

Sorry, I don't have

anything for you.

It's a video camera.

Shh. Act normal.

We don't want everybody to know.

Sorry.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Uh, name, please.

Name?

Um...

Lincoln.

(chuckling)

Washington.

(chuckling)

Washington.

You're a billionaire

and you try to grease

the guy with seven bucks?

You think I have money

to throw away?

You on the list?

(sighing):

Perfect.

Let me talk to him.

No. You know what,

we'll do this my way.

I've got a T-135

disorientation module.

You just stand there.

Hi. Could you...

hold this for me?

Aw, thanks.

Now, where did I put

those tickets?

What's happening, Snowman?

What's happening?

What's happening, Snowman?

What's happening, Snowman?

Hey... what's happening?

(whispering):

Oh, hey.

I can't believe it.

James Brown.

The Godfather of Soul.

- What's happening?

- Hello.

Mr. Brown.

Forgive us for bothering you.

We came to see your show and...

Yeah, she forgot

to make reservations.

Don't worry about it.

I can get tickets

for the front row for you.

Oh, thank you very much,

Mr. Brown.

See? The things work out.

There's one more thing

I'd like to say, um...

It's not the in thing today

to give compliments

to a young lady

but I just got

to let you know that...

you got a nice rack.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Brown.

Enjoy the show.

(shouts and grunts)

- What...

- (gasps)

Is wrong with you?!

He f-fell down by himself.

You killed James Brown.

No, he's fine.

He's not fine.

And Banning is going to leave.

Don't panic.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Are you... praying?

Miss Cleo told me

this would happen.

$4.99-a-minute Miss Cleo?

Just go out and tell them

Mr. Brown is not here.

There will be another act.

Nice to meet you.

ANNOUNCER:

And right about now,

it is style time!

(audience whooping)

If you will,

ladies and gentlemen

introducing the hardest-working

man in show business

ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Dynamite...

James Brown!

(drumroll)

(cheering and whistling)

(drumroll ends)

Uh, l-ladies and gentleman...

MAN:

What's going on?!

Mr. James Brown will not be

appearing tonight...

(audience groaning)

Due to unforeseen circumstances

but stay right where you are

because the Lanford Hotel is

really proud to present

the Last Emperor of Soul.

And, um, well, here he is.

(audience jeering)

Hi.

Hi, everybody. Good evening.

(nervous laughter)

How are you tonight?!

MAN:

Go home!

(audience jeering and booing)

Who wants to get funky tonight?!

Go ahead and make it funky.

Yeah.

(band plays up-tempo

rock intro)

(in James Brown's voice):

Get up!

CHORUS:

Get on up

Get on up

Get on up, y'all

Get on up

- Get on up

- Get on up

Gonna get-get-get-get-get on up

Get on up

Stay on the scene

Get on up

Get on up

Like a sex machine

Get-get-get-get get on up

Get on up

Get on up

Gonna get-get-get-get get on up

Get on up

Stay on the scene

Get-get-get-get get on up

Get on up

Like a sex machine

Gonna get-get-get-get get on up

Get on up

Wait a minute!

Shake your arm,

then use your form

Stay on the scene

Like a sex machine

You got to have the feeling

Sure as you're born

Get it together

Right on, right on,

Right on, right on

Right on, right on

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