Wild Things 2 Page #5

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Eleven years.

Eleven years, huh?

Must have been tempting.

Cut a deal, skim a little off the top.

-No, never.

-Never?

Really?

Yeah, well,

l find that hard to believe.

lt's not your money.

What made you change your mind?

Eleven years of cutting checks

to a**holes in wheelchairs...

...who later are dancing

a f***ing jig in Maui.

Paying fortunes out to abused wives

whose husbands...

...inexplicably decide to take baths

with toasters, blow dryers.

Eleven years of living

out of a suitcase...

...watching the rich get richer.

And a boss who's just been looking

for a reason to fire my ass.

So this is payback time.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

For all the years

l've played by the book.

Now it's time for old Bridge

to get what's coming to him.

lt's so nice to finally meet somebody

who can play my game.

Do it.

Please.

You don't--

You don't have to do this.

l'm--

l was--

You just--

-Come on, man.

-You want half the money?

Then you earn it.

Okay.

Where the hell have you been?

-Getting her sh*t together.

-Well, we could take her to Gator Alley.

No way the police is gonna check

that place again.

Just act natural.

Nothing's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.

We're cool. We're cool.

What the hell are you doing?

Stop me.

l dare you.

F***!

F***! F***! F***! F***!

F***!

Double-crossing f***ing--

Yes, there's a beige Buick LeSabre,

license plate 2-8-8-A-J-H...

...driving around downtown Blue Bay

with a dead girl in the trunk.

-Did you say a dead girl in the trunk?

-Yes, that's right.

-Morning, Miss Havers.

-ls it ready?

lt took a little while

to put it all together, but it'll work.

l need to talk to Detective Morrison.

l didn't kill her, Brittney Havers did.

We can't find Brittney Havers.

Maybe you killed her too.

You guys are wasting

precious time, man.

You need to be at the bus depots,

car rentals, the airports.

-We already checked. She wasn't there.

-What do you mean she wasn't there?

Goddamn it.

She doesn't need to buy a plane ticket

because she already knows how to fly.

We are out of here!

She's probably halfway

to the Cayman lslands by now.

-Laughing all the way to the bank.

-Turn to the left.

Oh, boy, she played me

like a punk-ass b*tch.

That skank.

Turn to the right.

Oh, l'm the fall guy now?

ls that what it is, Brittney?

You just gonna disappear and leave me

hanging with all this sh*t.

Don't you see what's going on, man?

She killed all of them.

You know, she killed all of them!

lt's as simple as that!

Nothing is ever as simple

as it appears.

lsn't that what you said, Bridge?

-lt is when it's the truth.

-Sure it is.

Well, the truth is we found this

in the trunk of your car.

Right next to the dead girl.

Looks like it came

from the Dunlap's security system.

What do you want?

l want half the money.

F*** you.

Bad choice.

All right.

l got a little greedy.

-But l didn't kill Maya, Brittney did.

-Jesus Christ.

She must have erased the rest

of the tape or something.

The FBl raided the Dunlap mansion

based on testimony...

... of a Cuban national arrested in

the suspected murder of Niles Dunlap.

Early reports show that records seized

indicate Mr. Dunlap misappropriated...

...millions of dollars

of his company's funds...

... to finance a gambling addiction.

Turning now to entertainment...

... concert pianist Benjamin Koskert

continues to wow--

He's not dead.

-He's not dead.

-Oh, come on.

Niles Dunlap is not f***ing dead.

He knew his corporate balls was gonna

be in a sling and he set this thing up.

You killed a little girl,

you piece of sh*t!

They're gonna love you

in general population. Get him out.

You couldn't find your dick

if they put it in your f***ing hand!

ln your f***ing hand!

You won't do this, Morrison!

You can't do this, man!

Don't do this, please!

Don't do this!

Jesus, Brit.

What are you trying to do, kill me?

lt's just a little turbulence.

lt'll be smooth sailing from here on out.

lt sure will.

l'll tell you, greed,

it'll do it to you every time.

Poor old Mr. Bridge.

You had him figured out the moment

you laid those pretty eyes on him, huh?

-You ready?

-You betcha.

-You got an airboat waiting for us?

-Yeah, it's all taken care of.

Don't worry about a thing.

What's the matter? You afraid l did

something when l packed your chute?

Maybe.

Take mine.

What are you worried about?

You're dead already.

You know, you and your mother,

you couldn't be more different.

l don't think she would have

ever had the brains...

...or the balls to pull off

something like this.

-Well, l learned it all from you.

-Bad influence, huh?

The worst.

Here we go!

l'm sorry!

l'm sorry you had to f*** everything

in Blue Bay...

...and sorry you kept breaking

my mother's heart!

What are you talking about?

l'm sorry l packed your chute

with newspaper!

You wouldn't do that

to your own father!

Stepfather!

You should've taken the first one

l gave you, you f***!

Hi, Mom.

Let's go get our money.

l see your 1 0,000...

...and l raise you 20 more.

Oye, man.

Call.

You gotta be

f***ing kidding me, cabrn.

What's that make it?

Three, four million you're in the hole?

How could l have been

so f***ing stupid?

l have a plan.

lt'll get you out of all your troubles.

But you're gonna have to trust me.

Do you trust me?

-Really think this will work?

-Yeah.

As long as you can get that

junkie doctor to cooperate.

Yeah, l'm on it.

-Dr. Haynes.

-Yeah.

Hi.

Can l...

-...ask you a personal question?

-Yeah, sure.

That's it.

We got him.

Nice to meet you, Pops.

D*ckhead.

Come here, Bobby.

You're gonna need these.

They're gonna cut down

on the glare.

Now, you're sure you know

how to fly this thing, huh?

We're all set.

The money has been transferred

to Zurich.

Well, then, l guess we'll go skiing.

Strong.

They do make them strong here,

don't they?

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