What's the Worst That Could Happen? Page #7

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Earl Radburn,

head of security, T.U.I.

Come on, let's go out the back.

It's me, you idiot.

Sorry,

but they went out the back!

I came up the back. Moron.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, you have to hold it in.

- Let's get the hell out of here!

- Going out the back, huh?

I'm gonna call the cell phone.

Come on. We got the money.

Let's go, let's go.

You really need help, man,

I'm telling you.

Aah! Oh, you got me!

- Berger, what's going on?

- Take a good look at me, huh?

It's kind of hard to describe.

Look, I gotta go.

Talk to me!

Yeah, look at you,

falling all over yourself. Ah!

You brought it... Aah!

Look at you! Oh!

The wrong damn ring?

Amber,

I got the wrong finger, OK?

His damn wedding ring.

Baby, say something.

You ain't said a word to me

since we left Washington.

Can I get some convo?

OK. I have never been so scared

in my whole life.

All right, now, calm down, OK?

I know it was sort of unusual.

Unusual?

Oh, come on, Kevin.

There were guns.

There were cops.

Well, it's really not that bad

when you're in the middle of it.

You know, your adrenaline

gets to pumping so hard...

you really don't think about...

- The consequences?

- Yeah, yeah, the consequences.

Kevin, this has got to stop.

You don't need to prove

that you love me.

I know you do...

and I don't care about that

stupid ring, do you hear me?

I just want you.

Well, then, don't worry.

You got me.

So you'll forget

about the ring, then?

Amber,

I'll forget about the ring.

It's forgotten.

Excuse me!

Hey, what's up, girls?

How you doin'?

Sorry.

Yo, Jack. It's after 7:00.

You seen your nephew

by the name of Kevin?

No. What your rappin' ass

want with him?

Later, man.

Son of a b*tch crazy.

- That's twice you ran out on me.

- I know, but I'm sor...

Oh, it was funny how you never

cramp up when you gotta run.

Kevin, I got low potassium, man.

When I don't eat my bananas...

I cramp up, dog. You know that.

Come on, man.

Wait. What are you gonna do

with that doughnut?

Oh, you want this?

Run get that.

Yo, Kev,

thanks for the breakfast, man.

- Here. You got that?

- No doubt.

Hey, come on. Let's see it.

Let's see it, man.

All right, cool.

Bam! Done!

See? I came through, man.

If it wasn't for me...

That's what so great

about this country.

We're hand in hand,

synergistically...

going forward into the future.

That's the way it is.

It's give and take...

and that's the way we feel

at T.U.I.

You make a compelling point,

Mr. Fairbanks. Please continue.

Thank you, senator.

As I was saying...

restrictive monopoly laws...

are choking communications

companies like mine.

If T.U.I. can dominate a market,

why hold us back?

T.U.I. provides employment...

which in turn provides

tax revenues...

in large markets

and in small alike.

I contend that the laws

that limit ownership...

of television stations by

telecommunications companies...

are punitive and wrong.

What's with Mount Rushmore

up there?

Guess who, sh*t box.

Ooh, it's the little thief.

I beg your pardon?

No, I'm not talking to you.

Oh, man, I made, what,

two hundred grand robbing you?

I wouldn't call that

"little" anything.

State of mind.

What are you yammering about,

Mr. Fairbanks?

I'm not talking to you.

Excuse me.

Well, let me tell you

what state of mind I'm in.

My lady's getting sick and tired

of this whole thing...

so I thought it would be easier

for the both of us...

if you just

give me back my ring...

and I give you back yours.

Now, nod your head...

'cause I'm watching

your little ass on TV.

TV? Which camera? This camera?

Exactly. That one right there.

Hold your head up...

'cause you got that

double chin thing happening.

Damn, that's cold.

Take a good look,

you [Bleep] a**hole.

Does this look like the face

of a man who got where he is...

by giving [bleep] away?

[Bleep] you.

Mr. Fairbanks.

Cussing on TV. He cussing on TV.

He dying.

I think he's angry.

I think he's perturbed.

- Mr. Fairbanks...

- Walter...

- Hang up the phone!

- Mr. Fairbanks!

Just a minute.

It looks like the face of a man

who don't have a damn clue.

- I took your PAC money.

- Oh, yeah?

That's why all those little

fat white asses...

ain't rolling over for you.

Mr. Fairbanks,

a little respect, please.

- Just a minute.

- Now, you give me my ring...

- and I'll leave you alone.

- I'm addressing you.

Well, you know what you can do,

scumbucket?

- You can [bleep] my [bleep].

- Mr. Fairbanks!

Now, that's what

I'm talking about.

C-SPAN's gotten better.

All right, that's it.

The ring's

coming off your finger...

if I got to cut it off.

Oh, yeah? [Bleep] you

and [bleep] your girlfriend.

My girlfriend?

This is a senate subcommittee,

Mr. Fairbanks.

[Bleep] you, [bleep] you,

[bleep] you.

I love democracy.

That's what I call

entertainment.

I told you this no-good gonif...

was gonna make

a fool out of you.

Look what you've done

over a stupid goddamn ring.

I could've fixed the PAC thing.

You blew a whole market.

You blew millions.

I hope you're satisfied.

Walter, why don't you

go see a doctor...

and ask him if he can find

some ghostly outline...

where your balls used to be...

and then plead with him

to stitch another pair back on?

Stop the car, please.

What?

Max, I have been your lawyer

for twenty years.

I have taken

your degrading insults...

and your petty mockeries.

I have stood by you...

while you've bent the law and

while you've broken the law...

because there's

something fascinating...

in seeing how low you can go...

and I felt a genuine kind

of pity for someone so driven.

But if you're gonna continue...

to play

this idiotic schoolyard game...

over a cheap and ugly,

by the way, ring...

this is the end of the line.

I am getting off the bus.

Limo.

Screw you, Max,

and the limo you rode in on.

Where are you going?

Come on. Get back in the car.

Go with him. Go with him.

Walter.

Come on.

You can't walk all the way home.

What are you going to do?

Guess I went a little

too far this time, Earl.

Yes, sir.

- You've been hacked.

- What?

One of my people found out...

our "friend" has been able

to track your whereabouts...

by intercepting your e-mails.

Why, that little son of a...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

This could be good, Earl.

Yeah, because now we can

control the situation.

We can let him know exactly

what we want him to know.

Bring him right to us.

You're one crafty bastard, Earl.

Thank you, sir.

If the boys at the Pentagon

had had your faith in me...

there'd be a Disney World

in Cuba right now.

All right. Go on.

The driver gave us a pretty good

description of the robbers.

Too good. I've done some costume

design in community theater...

so I've seen my share

of bad acting.

Assign one of our people...

to shadow

the driver and his assistant.

It's too tempting when one is

around that much cash every day.

You got it, detective.

Oh, there he is. Hey, Tardio.

Got all these files you asked

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