Rescue Me Page #3

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(upbeat rock music)

Hiya, sweet cheeks, whoo!

(laughs) Oh relax, kid, I

was just being friendly.

You lose something or lookin' to?

Harriett, I got a cherry here for you!

- Hiya, kid!

(upbeat rock music)

(indistinct chatter)

- You lookin' for someone?

- Could I sit?

- Well?

(upbeat rock music)

What do you want?

- Her.

Your friends kidnapped her.

They want money and the FBI says no.

- So I heard.

- They'll kill her.

- Yeah, they're stupid enough.

- They're your friends.

Can't you do something?

- Look, kid, they're not my friends.

I never saw 'em before and

I haven't seen 'em since.

You got it?

- We still gotta save her.

- We?

- You know where they're

headed, don't you?

- Maybe.

- Well, you've gotta take me there.

I've gotta rescue Ginny.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

The Lone Ranger--

- No, I know

exactly who I am, okay?

I'm the geek who's gotten

straight A's since the third grade

but still can't get a girl to kiss him.

- Look every cop in the

state's already lookin' out

for your girlfriend.

For all I know they're

lookin' for me, too.

So what are we supposed to do?

- We find her first before

the Feds get her killed.

- What if I say no?

- Then I take these to the cops.

- Even after I've tried to save her?

(upbeat rock music)

- I'll be back at 10.

- That kid's gonna be trouble, Mac.

- Man with a mission, Carney.

- Oh, I'm so sorry I

got you into this, man.

- I asked.

Think he'll turn me in?

- I think

he'll do whatever it takes.

- He sure was handsome in that uniform.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- Sure.

(crickets chirping)

- Well, you coming?

- Yeah.

(melancholy music)

- Give Grandma my love, okay?

(engine revs)

(thrilling music)

(anxious music)

(upbeat rock music)

(soft smack)

(clears throat)

- Hi, kid.

- Hi, kid.

- You ready?

- I guess so.

- Come back real soon, Mac.

You, too.

Hey, kid.

(laughs) That's for luck!

- Thanks!

- I'm Cherie, with a soft C.

- Right.

- Well, now you kissed a girl, kid.

The rest is all downhill.

- Bye.

- Hey, kid.

I'm gonna give you a piece of advice.

- What?

- You wanna live longer,

listen to Mac and do like he says.

There ain't none better.

I don't expect you to understand but

he ain't at all like what you think.

(rock music playing faintly)

(crickets chirping)

- Which one's yours?

What do you say we take mine?

We'll make better time.

- Okay.

Okay, one second.

(upbeat rock music)

Hey, Cherie!

Thanks.

(motor idles softly)

(grunts)

Sorry.

(engine growls loudly)

(fire crackles)

(cow moos)

(loud moo)

- You can untie me, you know.

I'm not gonna go anywhere.

- I don't know.

Kinda like you like this.

- Don't.

- Don't.

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