Fast Getaway II Page #6

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[Door closes]

Hold on.

Hi.

I get these

terrible headaches

whenever I think of money.

I really do need

a good bank

so I don't have to

think anymore.

Well, I think

you've chosen

the right bank.

Do you have some water?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

To a long relationship.

Skoal.

[Gagging]

[Choking]

He's dying!

I'm a doctor.

I'll, uh, get a gurney.

Ohh.

He's shocking.

Pulse and respiration

are irregular.

Get me some

adrenaline, stat.

Help me!

My heart, it feels funny.

Get him loaded.

I'll take care of her.

I'm feeling better.

You should still

go to the hospital.

No! I'm afraid

of ambulances!

I'll take you

in my Jaguar.

We'll follow the ambulance.

Well, what do you know?

I don't feel faint

anymore.

I guess I just needed

some fresh air.

Thank you, darling!

B-but...

I make house calls!

[Siren]

[Toy whirs]

Wh-what was that?

What was what?

What was that noise

I just heard?

I couldn't hear anything

above your belching.

Yeah, well,

Mexican food.

Hey, no. No, no.

I don't need help.

I can do this myself.

Oh, yeah.

It's open, Nelson.

You didn't lock it

when you left tonight.

Look at me. See,

I'm a security agent,

so I always

lock my door.

Well, you didn't tonight.

[C*cks gun]

I'll prove it

to you.

[Rattling doorknob]

See? It's locked.

It's completely

and utterly locked.

I'm going to take your car

and go to my home.

Good night.

O.K., go.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

Uhh!

I'm sorry, lover.

You o.K.?

You kicked me

in my rib, too.

And why is your face

so fuzzy, pookie?

Ah!

Hey, you're not pookie.

Hey!

All right,

stay right there.

Both of you,

stay right there.

All right. I got

this sh*t cold. Come on.

You give up?

My hat.

Where is it?

Hmm?

Jeez.

Give me that.

[Rooster crows]

[Crowing]

[Arf arf]

[Ringing]

Hello?

Patrice, listen,

don't hang up.

Somebody killed

Mr. bingo.

[Click]

[Dial tone]

Hello?

Hello?

Well, well, well.

Another one

and no leads, huh?

Well, well, well.

I wonder what

they call this.

I think...

It's a lead.

How the hell

did you spot that

in all this trash?

I was trained to do that kind

of stuff, mira, remember?

"N.P."

I wonder who that

could stand for.

Mcclosky, get over here.

I want this checked

for prints right away.

N.P.

I guess we'll both be

on pins and needles

until we find out

who that is, huh?

O.K., so you were out

with loni the body,

yet another bimbo

in a long line of bimbos.

Her name's Bambi,

and she's not a bimbo.

You were drunk,

you came home, you fell.

Someone stepped on you,

you hit them,

they chased you,

then what?

Then I went

into my closet...

And you peed yourself?

What?

No, look,

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