Wedlock Page #5

- Michael...

- I loved you.

- Tracy, it wasn't me, it was Dad.

He said he'd give you some money

and you'd go away.

You son of a b*tch.

Get her out of here!

Yes, sir. Excuse me.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, no, my God. Excuse me!

Let's take the express.

Tracy!

Frank!

- Wait!

- I gotta go with her!

- Tracy!

- Don't go! Don't go!

We're gonna die!

Now what?

- Wait!

- I'm sorry!

- No!

- Come on!

I'm wedlocked to that guy, and

if we're separated I'm gonna blow up.

- Marriage'll do that to you.

- Goddamnit, call the police!

I'm an escaped prisoner

from Camp Holliday.

- Isn't that that singles resort?

- This isn't a joke!

Randy, can you check on

something for me?

- Wait a minute. Is that him?

- Yeah. Let's go.

Hey! Wait a minute!

Hey! What are you doing?

Nooo!

I'm gonna blow up any second,

you d*ckheads!

'The cops are looking

for your girl, she's got a bomb.'

- She's got a bomb!

- She's gonna blow!

Get down! Get down!

Frank? Frank?

Stay down, stay down.

Frank?

Spread out, everybody, get down!

Tracy!

Jesus Christ! Come on.

Hey!

Hey, man!

Wait, I have an idea. Stay right here.

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna get us to Bondale.

No. No. F*** you.

Come on.

Is it my eyesight

or am I getting paranoid?

Oh, my God.

This Noelle sounds like a real princess.

- She actually shot you three times?

- She only had three bullets.

Says she ran off with your buddy Sam.

What a slime.

How do you get even

with a guy who steals your woman?

Let him keep her.

Buddha's Bed & Breakfast?

This should be interesting.

Listen, we've been riding

in the back of a truck all night.

I didn't exactly get a whole lot of sleep.

Don't ask. If I told you,

you would never believe me.

Just don't forget the tools, OK?

We'll be there.

Bye.

- What a guy.

- Who?

Jasper, he's a buddy of mine.

Oh, God, a real bed.

How do you feel?

Better than I look.

You look fine.

What?

Nothing.

Just tired.

So what now?

I don't know.

We might maybe...

- start again.

- I meant...

what is our next move?

Oh. Well, we're...

we're gonna go to the brewery

where Jasper works

and he is gonna pick us up at 12.

Does he have the diamonds?

Yes.

But I told him it's Sunday morning

and we need some time

to get a little sleep.

Mmm, good idea.

Frank?

What? Oh, sorry.

- I'll switch it off.

- Jesus.

I'm thirsty, I'm gonna get some water.

You want anything?

No.

Thank you.

- You having second thoughts, Tracy?

- What?

Relax. Didn't Holliday tell you

to expect us?

You?

You were his fiancee.

Oh, you make it sound so romantic.

Did he tell you where the diamonds are?

No.

No? What do you mean, no?

Now, look, all we want is the diamonds.

You understand?

Listen, sweetheart,

it's just like Holliday said -

as soon as we get the diamonds,

we'll take both your collars off

and everything is going to be fine.

You want those collars off, don't you?

- You listen, sweetheart...

- Easy.

I don't know where the diamonds are.

He hasn't told me yet.

So you'll keep your eyes open.

And we'll be in touch.

Get out of here.

That f***ing b*tch is getting out of line.

You all right?

- Come on, I want a hug.

- Ohhh.

- It's almost over.

- Yeah.

Something bothering you?

No, nothing.

Frank, there's something

I have to tell you.

Tracy, hold on to that.

If you feel the same way as I do,

let's wait until this is over

and then maybe do something about it.

We have time. OK?

Jasper. Hey!

Look at this! You look great! Look at ya!

So, man, I thought

I'd never see you again.

- I can't believe you left LA.

- Man, you know I hated LA.

F***ing brown air, brown trees,

brown oceans.

The only green thing they got

is f***ing traffic lights.

Besides, I couldn't afford the water.

Why didn't you cash in on the loot?

It's gonna take a lot more

than 25 million before I'd screw you.

Seems to me half is fair.

Twelve million?

Jeez, I could open my own brewery.

Incorporate, go legitimate, pay taxes.

Nah!

- You all right?

- Yeah, fine.

Come on, I'll show you

how they make suds.

This carries grains and malts

down into that thing over there.

And that thing, well,

that baby, well, she blends

and, you know, all that kind of sh*t.

Yeah? Sounds very scientific.

I'm just a grain shoveller.

Who gives a sh*t how they make it?

Just as long as you get buzzed.

You know what I mean? Like, really.

You don't ask the buzz how he got there.

Just be glad he knocks.

Everything you wanted.

I never heard of some of this stuff.

Thanks, pal. I owe you one.

Oh, no!

- Jesus Christ!

- No.

But I am flattered by the comparison.

Now, back up.

- You didn't have to kill him.

- Sometimes you don't think, just do it.

Oh. Like killing your best friend?

We thought about that. Hi, lover.

Oh, Noelle, darling.

I'm so glad to see you, I never really got

a chance to say f*** you.

Such an ingrate.

We saved your life at that bungalow.

We've been your guardian angels.

Oh, of course, it's so simple.

You guys let me escape,

I lead you to the diamonds.

The whole thing is a setup? Brilliant.

So how did you follow us?

Uh-huh.

Oh, no.

Nice job, sweetheart.

You getting

bad flashbacks, Frankie?

I mean, talk about your cosmic screws.

- Frank, I tried to tell you.

- Oh, shut up.

You got what you wanted.

Will you let us go?

Sorry, sweetheart, this one's personal.

Don't you wanna make sure

you have the diamonds?

You're gonna feel pretty stupid

when you find out they're not in it.

I got a question for you, Frankie.

- Please.

- How does it feel to die twice?

- I got the bag! Tracy, come on!

- Son of a b*tch!

Where'd they go?

There! They've got the bag!

- Can we make it?

- Sure, no problem.

- Sam! Here they are!

- Where?

- By the vat!

- There's f***ing vats everywhere!

The big one!

Tracy!

Hold on!

The bag!

All right.

Damn it.

- You son of a...

- Frank, I'm sorry.

Help me, Frank. I'm sorry, man.

Come on, Frank.

- What are you gonna do now?

- Please, Frank, I'm sorry.

Son of a b*tch.

Frank, help me out, man.

Ha! Nowhere to run now, lover!

I'm sorry, sweetheart!

If you want me,

you'll have to shoot my buddy.

- Sam!

- Noelle! Don't shoot.

This didn't work out very well,

did it, Frank?

Why did you do it, anyway?

The money or Noelle?

Oh, man. She's awfully cute, isn't she?

You hit me, you b*tch!

Sorry, honey, but I did it for the money!

- Looks like she f***ed us both, hm?

- Yeah.

Hey, you want her back?

Come on.

You're losing a lot of blood.

We gotta stop and take care of this.

What is this place?

Abandoned nuclear power plant?

What do you think?

- I think I'm gonna faint.

- Hang in there, Frank.

Oh!

God.

- How's that?

- That's fine.

- You gonna be OK?

- Yeah.

Hey, you weren't kidding.

Where are the diamonds?

Jasper fenced the diamonds for cash.

The money is... somewhere.

What's all this stuff?

God. They're tools

from the aerospace lab.

I can't f***ing do this.

I can't f***ing do this.

Wait a minute. Maybe you can.

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