The Wrong Guy Page #6

Yeah, he went that way!

Let's get him!

Don't let him get away!

[ Brakes squeal, hiss ]

You're going to the convention,

aren't you?

Hop in.

[ Brakes squeal ]

Tell us what you know about

the murderer of Randall Nagel.

I can't.

My daughter loves him,

and, well, I can't betray

my daughter.

There you go, Jimmy.

You can't fight love.

It's the most powerful

of all emotions.

That's it!

We know you know who he is

and where he went, so tell us!

I can tell you this.

The Nelson Hibbert I know

is incapable of murder,

not morally,

but physically.

Who?

This is the man

we're looking for.

Well, I thought

you wanted Nelson.

The man you want

came in the bank right

before the police got here.

I haven't seen him before

or since.

-- Uh, Lynn...

-- Uh-huh.

-- Look, we're gonna be on the

run together, right?

-- Right.

Let's face it.

I think there's some pretty

strong feelings going on here.

There's just something

I want to get settled.

Oh, don't worry.

I have condoms.

No, that's not it.

It's not?

But good.

I-I just need to make

a phone call.

Oh. Okay.

All right. Fine.

I'll go browse

the convenience store.

Okay.

All right.

-- And, Lynn...

-- What?

This may get dangerous.

You better pick up

two tea bags and

a sheet of wax paper.

Okay.

Constance, I have something

important to tell you.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, I wish I could do this

face to face,

but, you know, since I'm still

on the run and all...

I've met someone, and I think

I'm falling in love.

I'm sorry.

It just happened.

She's wonderful.

The way her eyes

light up a room,

the way her laugh

fills me with joy,

the way she flicks her tongue

when we kiss.

Perhaps I've said too much.

Please try to remem--

-- [ Telephone clanks ]

-- Uhh!

Freeze!

Put down your weapon.

No, you put down yours

or I blow a hole through

this guy's head.

Well, looks like we got

ourselves a Mexican standoff.

Not really.

A Mexican standoff is where

no one has an advantage.

In this case, I could use

this guy as a shield,

kill you,

and then kill him anyway.

My mistake.

What if I put down my gun,

walk away,

and you don't kill me?

What's that called?

That's called "you're

a stinking yellow coward."

Stinking yellow coward.

Works for me.

[ Air hisses ]

You're not going anywhere.

Hey, listen,

I don't know

what kind of trouble

you're in, pal,

but trust me, you're

making a big mistake,

all right?

-- I happen to be the most

wanted man in America.

-- No, you're not.

Well, you can believe

what you want,

but you're gonna feel

pretty stupid when you

find out who I really am.

-- I got your tea bags

and wax paper.

-- Thanks.

Get rid of her

or I'll kill her.

And I bought

more condoms.

Hey, thanks for

the condoms. See ya.

Nelson?

I left my home for you.

Well, now you can

go back. See ya!

Why are you acting this way?

And who's this?

Oh, just another meaningless

stranger, just like you.

Ow!

You cold

son of a b*tch!

Look, I don't mean

to hurt you --

Ow! Would you let me

finish?!

Okay.

I'm just trying to tell you

that love is dangerous.

You should run away

from love.

It's like a gun

pointed at your head.

You're not making any sense.

He's trying to tell you

that I have a gun

pointed at your head.

No, he's not.

Oh.

See?

Well, how did you possibly

expect me to understand that?

It was so convoluted.

No, it was pretty clear.

No, it was not clear.

-- Yes, it was.

-- People don't talk

like that.

I said, "It's like --

there's a gun

pointed at your head."

You said, "It's like a gun

pointed at your head."

You should have said,

"There is a gun pointed

at my head."

Shut up!

You drive.

Oh, ho!

Bad idea, Lurch.

Get in. Come on.

Okay. We'll get

right on it. Thanks.

Detective Arlen,

a desperate man fitting

the killer's description

just stole a catering truck

outside Oklahoma City.

He was with

a woman and a man

that looked like he worked

in a pizza parlor.

They could be heading

toward Mexico.

See, Jimmy?

And you said a manicurist

had no useful role

in a police investigation.

Let's move out.

Look, I am telling you.

I am a terrible hostage.

I am a wanted man.

Yeah, the police think

he killed Randall Nagel.

No, they think

I killed Randall Nagel.

No.

No, they don't.

Yes, they do.

"Police-artist sketch

of Nagel assassin"?

What a terrible likeness.

This doesn't look

anything like me.

No, no, it doesn't.

It's me.

Look, you and I both know

I killed Nagel.

You're trying to tell me

that you killed Nagel?

That everybody knows

you killed Nagel?

Nobody thinks that I did it?

Nobody is after me?

I quit my job.

I-I abandoned my life.

I mended a fence

for no good reason.

Is that what you're

trying to tell me?

Stop the charade.

I'm not stupid.

I know you've been trailing me

ever since Cleveland.

I don't know what you are,

some kind

of highly trained G-man

or part of some

supersecret elite force

of international supercops.

Wow. Supercop.

I just thought

it would be up to me

to get a job

to support us.

Once we get to Mexico,

I'm gonna ransom you

for a fortune.

But don't get me wrong.

If I have to, I'll shoot you.

No, you're wrong.

You've got this thing wrong.

I'm -- I'm a nobody,

all right?

I'm just an ordinary guy --

a guy that just risked

the life

of the most wonderful woman

in the world.

I am an idiot.

I am a complete idiot.

No, you're not.

If I really believed that,

I'd have to pull over,

hogtie you, and shoot you

in the back of the head.

Well...it looks like

secret agent...Ken

of that elite thing

you were talking about

has finally

met his match.

Pull in up here.

Detective Arlen,

they've been spotted!

They're nearing the border!

They just turned

into Mr. Tiny's.

Don't pull 'em over yet.

He might kill the hostages.

Tell them to use air support

to follow them,

but keep their distance.

We'll set up roadblocks,

then move in.

[ Tires screeching ]

I haven't been miniature

golfing since I was a kid.

You know something,

Mr. Killer?

You're not such a tough guy.

You're just an old softie.

Gee.

Park over there.

All right.

[ Horn honking continuously ]

I tried to tell you.

[ Crashes ]

[ Car alarm blaring,

horn honking ]

[ Lynn moaning,

honking stops ]

Lynn:
Did I have one

of my spells again?

Yes, you did.

But those of us that chose

to wear seat belts are fine.

Shut up!

And get out of the car!

[ Alarm blaring continues ]

[ Carnival music plays ]

If either of you speak,

I'll kill you.

If you try to run,

I'll kill you.

What about

signaling people

when we're not speaking

or running?

Yes, I'll kill you

for signaling.

Ah, but if I hadn't

brought it up,

you'd have never said

anything, huh?

-- [ Thud ]

-- Hey!

-- How 'bout you?

-- What?

Do you understand?

Oh, like I really

feel open

to asking you questions

right now.

[ Music continues ]

-- You're awake.

-- Yeah. For a while now.

-- I've been carrying you.

-- I thought you wanted to.

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