Wedlock Page #6

- Frank. No, no way.

- You do it. Come here.

Get down here. We don't have a choice.

Here, take this. Take off the lid.

Where?

Now, take out the plastic explosive.

- This?

- Yes.

But you gotta be very gentle.

Don't unplug it or it will blow up.

I can't believe I trusted you.

Look, it was either go along with Holliday

or spend the next 30 years

of my life in hell.

What would you have done?

- I still think you should've told me.

- Frank, what would you have done?

- I would've told you!

- Bullshit.

I would have. Maybe.

Exactly. Now, will you shut up?

Let's just forget about it. Take this.

Don't... touch the pins.

- Clip it on the box.

- That one?

Yeah.

OK.

- It's on. Now what?

- The thing with the wires.

Get the blue wire

and attach it on the top,

second one, your right.

- Here?

- Yeah.

The red one goes on the bottom, far left.

- Here?

- Yeah.

Good.

No, it's OK, it's OK.

It's a temporary safe mode.

What we're gonna do

is disconnect the explosive.

OK. Gently.

- Ah...

- Follow the double wire.

Get a good grip. Don't touch the magnet.

OK.

OK.

Oh! Oh, we did it!

- Oh.

- It's OK.

Oh, thank God that's over.

It's your turn now.

You gotta do yourself.

You can do it.

OK. Eleven paces from the door.

Right.

Careful.

Got it. Yeah! Whoa.

Yeah, whoa! Great!

- That's it, Frank.

- Oh, great.

Let's see.

Oh!

I think this is for you.

Sh*t.

Son of a b*tch.

Mr Magenta! Miss Ivory!

No hellos for an old friend?

How did you find us?

Oh, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Play with the dummies,

you gotta think like one.

- You had all the cards.

- Of course. I don't like surprises.

You're playing

in the big leagues now, pal.

Do or die, a lot of money on the line.

Now, if you please,

hand me those briefcases slowly.

- You'd better check it.

- You check them.

Ahh. Smart for a change!

Fencing the ice.

Thank you for saving us the trouble.

Oh, it was nothing.

I'd say that looks like

about 12.5 million each.

- Take your pick.

- Hmmm...

Close it up.

Please.

I'd love to stay and chat but, er...

You coming?

Nah, just go ahead.

I'll drive the truck down to Mexico,

after I settle a little score.

Er, well, here.

Save your bullets.

- What's that?

- A detonator.

They could've blown us up any time.

I'm curious.

Were you ever in love with me

or was it always a setup?

Oh, you were so handsome

and you were a very decent f***

but you fall in love way too easily.

I'm trying to remember

what I loved about you.

It was my ass.

Oh, you had so many bad breaks, Frank.

I guess life isn't for everyone.

You're gonna need the keys.

You never were very smart, lover,

were you?

Holy moly.

I never was very smart but then...

I'm not the one who blew up, lover.

Sorry.

What do you think?

Should we stay together...

now we don't have to?

Till death do us part? That sort of thing?

I don't know, Frank.

You're no day at the beach.

You're no picnic either.

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