Weekend at Bernie's Page #8

until the cops come or what?

It's just Bernie.

Gwen, listen to me.

We didn't do this to him.

Do we look like we could kill someone?

Honey, have a drink, relax. You'll be fine.

Let me rephrase that.

Do I look like I could kill someone?

What is going on in there?

- Which one of you bastards hit me?

- Son of a b*tch.

You want to get your butt kicked?

I can explain.

Company.

I didn't see anything.

I was looking at my watch.

I'm blind.

It's empty.

That's right. But this ain't.

Run!

Move it! This way!

It's locked.

What are you doing?

We're friends of Bernie's.

I hate Bernie's friends.

This way.

To the bedroom.

Come on, let's go. Up.

You're dead meat, you little bastards.

Now I'm really mad!

Wait.

- What?

- You take Gwen, you go hide...

I'll let him chase me,

you try and call the cops, okay?

Okay? That's it? No arguments?

I'll get you all, one by one.

There's no place to hide.

I'm gonna die.

You kicked me, you bastard.

Sh*t! Out of bullets.

Sit the hell down.

Hang on, Lar.

- Coming.

- I got him.

Get off.

- Hang on, Lar.

- I got him.

Stand up. Fight like a man.

Come on. Put them up, you chicken.

Watch this, Richard.

All right, Lar.

Fists of steel.

Bernie, let go of me.

I always liked you, Bernie.

I got it, thanks.

Just a little closer. Just get the two of us.

Get the handshake in, okay?

Wait a minute. I think I blinked. Did I blink?

I think I blinked a second there.

- He blinked.

- He blinked. I saw him.

Make sure he's wrapped up good.

Wait a minute.

I didn't kill him. He's not dead.

I tried to kill him.

Look at him. He's alive.

- He's not dead. He's alive.

- Move it.

That man is alive!

Now what?

Now I'm gonna take a week off.

You're taking a vacation?

The man who won't take a coffee break?

Gwen just invited me to stay with her.

What should I say?

You're kidding me. You invited him?

You fool. That's fabulous.

You deserve it, Richard.

The company owes you.

Just a couple of days

until Gwen leaves for school.

There's plenty of room

if you want to stay, Lar.

Me? Oh, no, thanks.

I'll just tough it out here at Bernie's.

I hear the party Saturday night is

better than Friday, actually.

What is going on?

- What's happened?

- Didn't you hear? Bernie Lomax got killed.

- No.

- Yeah.

- Did you go to that party last night?

- No.

Lawrence, you done real good.

I'm proud of you.

Yeah, I did okay, huh? Surprised myself.

You did great, Rich.

Hi, Bernie. See you at the party tonight.

What?

What did she say?

Mister, can I bury you?

Great!

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