The Hangover Part III Page #4

best chance of finding him.

You have three days!

Get to work.

Can't you take Stu instead?

F*** you, Alan!

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

- Alan?

- Yeah, Phil.

I need you to roll over here

and chew off these hand ties.

Okay.

- Getting a little too much steam.

- Get off me.

Alright. Let me just

shimmy down.

- Would you just...?

- Hold still! Hold still!

Help! Help!

Holy sh*t.

What are we gonna do, Stu?

We're gonna go

to the police.

Oh, no, we're f***ing not.

Did you hear that guy?

He will kill Doug,

period.

Chow is a cancer, he has been a cancer

since the first day we met him.

So we're gonna hand him over to this guy

Marshall and then it's done.

- Hey, Phil!

- Alan, not now!

But I need you, Stu.

I can't do this alone.

Do what aloneWe have no

idea where he even is!

- Phil?

- What, Alan?

Well, I was just gonna

say, I got this strange

email the other day, I wasn't

sure what it meant.

But now I think it might

be from Chow.

"Fatty, it feels good to be out.

I'm close by. Tell no one,

I'll be in touch.

Chow."

This says Chow. How did you not

know this was from Chow?

At the time, I thought it was

Chow like 'goodbye'.

You know Like "Ciao, Arrivederci,

Sbarro, Papa Johns."

I'm writing him back.

Woh. Wait, wait.

Just hold on!

I'm gonna tell him that you're happy he's

out and that you'd love to see him.

Ooh, I would love to see him.

- Do you even know what's going on?

- Yes, I do.

Phil's doing all the

work, I'm his assistant and...

...you're standing there

looking like an idiot.

I'm gonna arrange a meeting.

We're gonna take him out.

"Take him out?" Who says that?

How do we take someone out?

We use drugs. Prescription drugs.

You know the kind a

dentist has access to.

Good luck finding a dentist who will

write fake prescriptions.

Oh, I know one. His name

is Stuart Price.

Now, let's go find a

f***ing pharmacy.

Wooh, you just got

schooled, son.

- Are you coming or not?

- I don't like this plan.

Okay, then. Ciao!

I got a pretty dumb sense

of humor, bro.

Everything okay?

Well, it's just a strange request.

This drug, in this amount,

and a pack of syringes,

it's just a little weird.

Yeah. It's just...it's kind of

an emergency, so...

See, that right there, and you're acting

all figgity, plus you look like sh*t.

In our buisness, these are

all red flags.

I need to call a priscriping doctor

and make sure everything's okay.

Aha. Well, you're in luck because

I actually am a priscriping doctor.

Oh, boy. Another red flag

It says here you're a dentist.

Yeah, Doctor of Dental Science.

This is f***ed up.

Hey, Dad?

I think we got a live one.

- How did we do?

- We did good.

I got Demerol, a pack of syringes and

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