The Whole Ten Yards Page #8

- Or else.

- Or else what?

Or else I'm afraid I'm gonna

have to blow Strabo's head off.

Oh, no, no, no.

Strabo, you all right?

He's fine.

He can't talk, he's duct- taped.

I got this car wired with explosives.

- You let me in, he'll be fine.

- Fine.

Come in, do whatever you want, apparently.

Get the broad! Get the car! Get the Strabo!

Wait a minute.

What is in the big purse?

- Nothing, it's-- I'm good.

- It's what?

- Take a right.

- This way.

What the fook are you

a**holes up to now?

Look who's here.

Can I ask you a questionnaire

how you found this place?

Nice Porsche you got.

You still have the Porsche?

Let me explain when we all get

a moment together...

...the concept of the secret hideout.

- All right!

Drop your weapons now

and slide them to me...

...or I press the button and Strabo gets

blown to little Hungarian meatballs.

- Don't push nothing.

- I'm gonna push it. Drop them! Now!

- Drop them!

- Drop it.

- Go ahead. Come on.

- On the floor.

Kick them over. Step away.

- Untie Oz and Cynthia.

- No untying--

- Do it! Untie them.

- Let's see where it's going.

All right. Come on, come on.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Am I forgetting something?

I don't think so.

- They had a terrible fight.

- Did they?

- What if I had something you want?

- I would be baffled, to begin with.

Or, more precisely...

...half of something you want.

Don't.

You have Jimmy's half.

- Would you cut me in for a slice?

- You want a slice of the pee?

Maybe...

- Keep talking.

- I wanna work for you.

- Of course you do.

- I don't have any allegiances.

I'm all yours. And I could be your

most valuable hitter.

You shut up or I'll

blow your brains out!

First thing I'm going to need

is my son Strabo in my company.

Secondly, maybe a little test.

I'm thinking, kill Jimmy.

In the melon. One shot.

- What do you say?

- Name the time and place.

Is now good for you?

- Right here, right now?

- Right now.

- You gotta be kidding me, right?

- What the hell are you doing?

Take your little cross back.

What'll you do without

your good luck charm?

- Stop screwing around.

- Shut up, Oz!

That's right, Jill, stop screwing around.

You're not gonna shoot anybody.

Just tell me you're not

still in love with Cynthia.

- I'm not gonna do that.

- Why?

She's my ex- wife. I still have feelings

for her and I always will.

- That's a really bad answer.

- Shut up, Oz.

You can't even just say it, can you?

Just say it.

This is reminding me now

of my favorite soup opera:

The Hourglass of My Sand Children.

Listen, you're either a shooter

or you're not.

I am. I am.

I am.

Here's an idea for you:

- Got an elevator shaft around here, Lazlo?

- I'm sorry?

Because I could fall down that,

you know. Die that way.

- Stop.

- That would be the only way to get killed.

- Shut up!

- You couldn't even hit that lamp over there.

I'll give you a tip. You wanna hit that

lamp, you should aim at me.

She aimed and hit the lamp.

She aimed and hit the lamp.

- Lucky shot.

- I'm gonna give you one last chance, baby.

You don't have the balls.

- This from a guy who rarely gets it up.

- We never had that problem.

Not helping.

Why isn't anybody helping?

I think you have to be in love

with someone to get it up, Jill.

Shoot him.

You're never gonna be a hit girl...

...just a stupid, stumbling, bumbling,

can't- kill- anything ex- dental assistant.

- Jimmy, Jimmy.

- He's dead?

- Yes?

- He's dead. He's dead!

He's dead! I didn't think you

had it in you, quite frankly.

Don't cry. Everything's going

to be fine. Go get Strabo, now.

Give me this. For the record,

this is, what, a garage door opener?

Very clever.

So clever, I want you to keep

that aimed at her, please.

- Wait. I thought we had a deal.

- ''I thought we had a deal.'' No.

Locked.

Lazlo, the car is loaded with Primacord.

I'm sure it is.

The first dollar

I ever stole is back together.

- You okay? You okay?

- Yeah.

You killed Strabonitz.

Oh, look what I did.

Good work, Jimmy.

''Jammy, Jammy.''

Nice work with that chair, Oz.

Way to go, Cyn.

- Come here, baby.

- You're alive?

I mean, good, but you...

Don't even think about it. You were

in on this whole thing from the beginning!

Of course. It's an old routine.

It's the Skokie Switcheroo.

''The Skokie Switch--''? Where do

you guys come up with these names?

I just watched my friend

get shot through the heart.

- Larry's House of Halloween.

- And what is the deal with that lamp?

I saw her shoot the lamp.

The first round was live, the rest

were blanks. Try and keep up.

- We are gonna have such a talk later.

- Sons of batches!

So how far back does this go?

Hell, you were shooting at me in Mexico.

Was that all part of the plan?

As a matter of fact, it was, yeah.

- You killed my Strabo!

- Actually, Strabonitz was already dead.

Your hitter got him

when she was shooting at us.

- This true?

- Lazlo, sh*t happens.

Sh*t...

Yeah, watch this sh*t happen.

- All right. Take it easy.

- Was that real? Is she really dead?

I mean, was that a fake bullet?

Jimmy, let me propose something

before you start the killing.

Regroup the Gogolak gang.

Fifty- fifty, you and me.

Like the old days.

Murder, mayhem, a couple of laughs.

I don't think so, Lazlo.

Jill, tie him up.

- Wait.

- What am I gonna tie him up for?

- I'm gonna kill him.

- No, he said--

I said that, but we can't.

Of course you can't.

You can't kill anybody for real.

I can. It's point- blank range.

I didn't mean you can't shoot him...

...I mean you just can't shoot him.

- Come on.

- You said I'll make my bones.

- On somebody else.

- You can't kill him.

- How do you ''make bones''?

She wants to make a name for herself.

You said I could!

- Will you just listen?

- Tell me why.

- You heard what he said!

- Tell me why not!

Because he's my father!

- Even I didn't know about this.

- See? See?

It doesn't feel good to not be involved

in the plan, to not know what--

- He's your father?

- I raised you as one of my own.

- That's far enough.

- I made him a man!

A man who can't kill his papa.

Step aside, Jill. It could go right through.

Jimmy.

- Jill, shoot Papa in the foot.

- Straight through or leave a souvenir?

- Souvenir.

- Wait.

That's gotta hurt.

- Who is that? The fake police?

- Okay, we gotta go.

I'm not going anywhere until somebody

tells me what this is all about.

Cynthia, help me get Oz out of here.

Thanks for the inheritance, Pops.

- Way to go, Cyn.

- You'll never live to spend a dime, Jimmy!

We're rich! We're rich!

- Baby, you were so good.

- I had a good teacher.

I'm so glad we're so overjoyed.

I've never been this confused in my life.

I think you dropped this a while back.

No, just borrowing it

from an old friend, that's all.

- Don't need it anymore, Cyn.

- Okay.

Would somebody tell me

what's going on?

This is what's going on.

See that number right there?

That is Lazlo Gogolak's main account

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