Midnight Run

Shit!

Come on.

Hey, Marvin,|what are you doin'?

He's mine, Jack. Get lost.|- F*ck you.

He's mine. Eddie assigned him to me.|What are you doing?

Straighten it out with Eddie.|I'll collect the money.

I almost got killed. He shot at me.|- Back off!

I'm taking him.|This guy's worth 1.200.

What the hell we fightin' for?|We're friends.

Nothing personal, but f*ck off.

Take it easy. Jesus!|Marvin, watch out!

What the f*ck's goin' on?|You guys ain't cops.

No, we're ballet dancers.

Your mother teach you how to react|to strangers?

Not shoot at 'em?

Hey, Marvin, thanks for the car.

You sleep, and I'll bring it back|a little later.

Got a delivery for you, Gooch.

Good. The soda machine's been out|for a week and a half.

Check that for me.

What've we got here?

All right.|Give you any trouble?

Did you give me any trouble?

F*ck you, man!|- He didn't give me trouble.

If you want your arms, walk.|- F*ck you, too!

Slap it.

Mascone's Bail Bonds.

No, it's cash only.|No checks, no cards.

I'm sorry, ma'am.|That's the policy.

I wish I could help you out.|Sorry.

Just dropped off Bouchet.|Is Eddie in?

So you finally|caught someone, Jack.

Jerry, is he in?

That's terrific.

Been tryin' to reach you.|What do you got for me?

You were tryin' to reach me?|Bouchet.

Bouchet. Good score, Jack.|Nine-hundred, right?

No, it's 1.200.|- No, nine.

That's 1.200. Come on.

No. Yeah, you're right.

My stomach's killin' me.|I'm goin' to Chin Loo's for breakfast.

I wanna talk to you.|- About what?

I'll talk to you over there.|- Could I have my money first?

Of course.|You think I'm gonna try to stiff you?

You? Never! He would never|try and stiff me.

Do I detect sarcasm?|- Never.

Where have I inherited|this reputation?

I have never done business|with anybody...

and Jerry is my witness,|that I have ever, ever, ever

Has that phone ever rang|with a complaint about me?

Never. So let's go.|I'll buy you some breakfast.

I don't eat breakfast.|- Then have an early lunch. Let's go.

You ever hear of Jonathan Mardukas?

The Duke. Yeah, I know who he is.|- What do you know?

He's that accountant that embezzled|millions from some Vegas wise guy.

He gave it to charity.|- Very good.

Only thing is, it wasn't a couple|of million. It was $15 million.

It wasn't some Vegas wise guy.|It was Jimmy Serrano.

I know.|I can read the papers.

Look, I don't wanna bring up|the past, but...

isn't it Serrano who ran you out of|Chicago when he was runnin' things then?

He didn't run me out.|- You gave up bein' a cop to do this?

All right, what's the point?|- The point, Jack?

I bailed out the accountant.|I didn't know who he was at the time.

Had I known, there was no way|I would've put up the bond.

It's only time before Serrano|vanishes this guy from the planet...

and I'm out $450.000.

You're out $450.000 on this guy?

No, because I got you. You're the best.|You'll find him and bring him back.

Yeah, right.

How do you know he's still alive?

Because this guy is crazy.

He sends postcards to Serrano...

tellin' him what a great time|he's havin' with his money.

How much time do you got left?|- Friday midnight I default.

I eat the $450.000.|- This Friday?

That's five days. Forget it.|You go find him. Give me my money.

Listen to me.

I'll give you $50 grand.

$50 grand? I gotta chase you down|for $1.200. Forget it.

No, Jack, please...|- Forget about it. What else you got?

This is it. If you don't find this guy,|I'm outta business.

Eddie, I'll do it for $100.000.

$100.000!|Are you outta your mind?

This is an easy gig.|It's a midnight run, for Chris sakes!

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