Last Action Hero Page #2

Go ahead.

Do it.

What is it with you? You got junk!

No jewelry, no VCR.

A sh*t TV that will get me 20 bucks.

Go fish, amigo.

Remember now, your mom says

you're to go straight home.

- She'll be there when the shift is over.

- Yes, sir.

If we find the guy, I'll give you a call.

Nick!

Come on.

- I about gave up on you.

- Sorry.

- Well, what do you think?

- Well, I've never seen anything like it.

- It's not too tight, is it?

- No, no. It's... It's the style.

I always wanted to be a magician,

but my hands, they were just too tiny.

My father, he was bookkeeper here

and he got me my first job.

Usher. It was still a vaudeville house.

Then I worked myself up to projectionist.

It's not much, but it's still show biz.

So... Is the print ready to roll?

Just a minute, young man.

Aren't we forgetting something?

A ticket.

You got to have a ticket, Danny, to see

a movie, and have I got just the one.

See, when I was about your age,

Harry Houdini played this theater

and my pop took me backstage to see him

after the show.

And he made a gesture, Houdini did.

Like this.

And all of a sudden, this was in his hand.

And he said to me, he whispered,

he said, "This is a magic ticket.

"It was given to me

by the best magician in India,

"and it was given to him

by the best magician in Tibet.

"It's a passport to another world.

"It was mine, and now it's yours."

And now it's yours.

What does it do, Nick?

I never had the courage to find out.

I had the ticket for years

and I wanted to try,

but I guess I was afraid it wouldn't work.

See, when I was your age,

Houdini was like a god to me.

But what if he was faking?

And then again,

what if it did work?

Yeah, well, what if it did?

Well, Houdini said something else to me.

He said, "This ticket has a mind of its own.

"It does what it wants to do."

And that always made me just a little edgy.

Well, I guess there's only one way

to find out, then, right?

Please retain your stub, sir.

Shall we see if Mr. Slater wins this time?

Jack Slater can't lose!

Never has, never will.

Oh, Frankie.

Frank. Frankie.

Frankie, why you keep on with the insults?

- I would never insult you, Mr. Vivaldi.

- When you lie, that's an insult.

I know you're Jack Slater's

favorite second cousin in the whole world.

You all the time talk to each other.

I got to know what Slater knows,

and you are going to tell me, huh?

Does he know that my mob and Torelli's mob

have just signed a secret pact

to control...

To control all the drugs

in Southern California?

We mostly talk muzzle velocities.

Guns.

Meet Mr. Benedict.

The genuine article.

And, you'd better believe it.

Sometimes, he likes to bake

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