Ricochet Page #2

Esprate, Manolito.

Mantengo un ojo guila, ?eh?

(Huey)

Hey.

Pee-pee, Huey.

Don't be long.

[speaking Chinese]

Why don't you

just f***ing announce

that this

is an inside job?

[glass shatters]

This job gets me

in the big time, kid,

and you're not

going to f*** it up.

Wait in the car.

Come on.

[balloons popping]

(man)

$50.

(Nick)

You smell that?

(Larry)

Crime?

(man)

There you are.

I've been looking

all over for you.

(boy)

Dad, I'm over here.

Hey, Dad,

look at that clown.

Look at the size

of that.

[balloons popping]

[ominous music]

[c*cks gun]

[gunshots]

[gasps]

[shatters]

[gasps in fear]

[groans in pain]

[trumpet fanfare]

Gracias, amigo.

De nada.

[gunshot]

Cover the back.

[crowd chattering]

[suspenseful music]

(Larry)

Hands on your head,

sweet cheeks.

Oh, you're going to look

real good in a cell.

[gunshot]

crash!

[crowd screaming

and chattering]

[grunts softly]

(Nick)

Don't you hate it, huh?

Don't you hate

days like this?

I mean, all I wanted

was a slice of pizza,

maybe a little--

Don't even try it.

Don't even

think about it.

You got an Ithaca 37

12-gauge sawed-off shotgun

with a 5-pound slide.

In the time it takes you

to pump it,

I'll have three bullets

in your head,

maybe one

in your chest.

I'll be on my way

back to the station

doing paperwork

and eating donuts.

Now, I love donuts,

but I hate the paperwork.

[c*cks trigger]

Brie?

[screaming]

Now, bug off, Donuts.

[crowd screaming]

thud!

(Blake)

Come on, back off,

or else she's going to need

a paper bag over her head

when her boyfriend

fucks what's left of her!

Come on, drop it!

Okay, all right.

[chain rattles]

Watch yo head.

crash!

My fault.

The gun, officer,

not the nightstick.

This is great.

All right,

I'm with you.

I'm with you,

but now

you gotta trust me.

I got absolutely nothing on

underneath, all right?

No hidden guns.

I don't even have

a chest protector on.

No vest. You see?

No hidden shoulder holsters,

nothing.

I want you

to trust me.

I'm gonna to show you

I got nothing

on my ankles,

no hidden gun,

absolutely nothing.

I don't want you

to look stupid.

The gun!

Drop the gun!

I'll drop the gun,

but here's the deal.

I lay the gun down.

You let the girl go.

I'll be your hostage,

all right?

Drop the gun!

All right,

nice and easy,

I'm putting

the gun down.

Nice and easy.

Nice and easy.

Nobody gets hurt.

Now, the only weapon

I got left now is useless

unless you're a pretty girl.

And speaking of pretty girls,

why don't you let her go?

After I kill you.

[gunshot]

[Blake moans in pain]

shing!

[suspenseful music]

smack!

[groaning]

thud!

Nice work.

Yeah, I guess

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