Snake Eyes Page #7

now that I think about it.

Let's get the hell

outta here.

You're home free, baby.

All right.

The woman who ran away...

You said, she, uh...

she took something. What was it?

- It was in a manila envelope about this big.

- What did she look like?

Caucasian, late 20's,

dressed in white, blood everywhere.

She had a blonde wig,

dark hair underneath.

All right. You stay here with

every uniform you can get.

I'll run a top-to-bottom and find her.

You guys, come with me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Commander Dunne, sir?

Could you give us the identity

of the assassin, please?

- Sir, how does it feel to be a hero?

- Hey, you, get outta here.

We told you never to talk to the people

here. No press in the arena.

I said no press inside the arena, Lou.

Not in the arena!

Hey, I could see why you want

these other a**holes outta here...

...but I didn't think

you were talking about me too!

- You know what kind of break this is for me?

- You can't show this.

Look at the mess on the floor. The guy's got

a family. Have a heart, for Christ's sakes.

All right. I won't shoot

the spaghetti, then.

Come on. Whenever

they make statements...

...they always have one pool reporter

asking all the questions.

That's the way they do it.

Come on. Let me be the guy.

- Have you got the playback for the

pay-per-view up there? - Yeah, right up here.

Look, you don't know what

this would mean to me, Rick.

You think I want to do this, this

pay-per-view sh*t for the rest of my life?

Do you know how Rather

got his break?

- The goddam Kennedy assassination!

- Ah, you make me sick, Lou.

Hey, if you're gonna be on TV,

who better asking you the questions...

...than your old pal Lou, huh?

Plus, I can have two grand cash

in an hour and a half.

You are a disgusting

human being.

Hey, five grand in an hour.

- Congratulations, Lou. You're the guy!

- Yes!

Hook up out in the hallway. I don't

want to see one TV camera inside.

- Right.

- This whole arena's a crime scene.

Hey, Rick, I gotta tell you, I will

always be there for you, my friend.

Oh, yeah. See if you can find me

another shirt if I'm going on TV.

I don't wanna

look like this.

- Gotta be, you know,

classy like you, Lou. - Yeah.

And, uh... Yeah.

Here's your hundred back.

All bets are off.

Secretary of defence

gets his head blown off...

...and you want to look

at the knockout punch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Back up.

Stop.

How many cameras

do you have on it?

- I got four.

- All right. Let me see 'em all.

I'll be damned.

Air ball. What kind

of a Sea Devil is that?

Oh, God. What did you

get yourself into?

Look here. Mr Tyler, he ain't

in the mood to talk to nobody.

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