The Mask Page #4

Somebody,stop me.

Can't make the scene

if you don't have the green.

I better make a IittIe stop.

EDGE CITY POWER:

''SERVICE WORTH WAITING FOR''

How's it going, Freeze?

It's Iooking good here.

You're on your own. I must

go downstairs, make sure I'm seen.

Do it.

The doctor is about to operate.

Sorry, feIIas. Waste not, want not.

Cops!

Not on the Iist, not in the cIub.

How do?

You on the Iist?

No, but I beIieve my friends are.

Perhaps you know them?

FrankIin, Grant...

and Jackson.

That's it! No one gets in.

Now we present the most beautifuI

fIower of the Congo Bongo...

Miss Tina CarIyIe.

BeautifuI.

Love makes me treat you...

The way that I do

Gee, baby...

ain't I good to you

There's nothing too good...

for a boy that's so true

Gee, baby, ain't I good to you

I bought you a fur coat

for Christmas

A diamond ring...

a CadiIIac car...

And everything

Love makes me treat you...

the way that I do

Gee, baby, ain't I good to you

Love makes me treat you...

the way that I do

Gee, baby, ain't I good to you

There's nothing too good...

for a man so true

Gee,baby, ain't I good to you

I know how to make a man happy

I'II treat you right

- Why are you here?

- There's troubIe.

You better come upstairs.

Come on, Iet's go.

They got me paying taxes...

for what I gave to you

Gee, baby, ain't I good to you

Let's rock this joint.

Smoking.

What happened?

Someone hit the joint before us.

Get that, Doc.

Suck on that.

Son of a b*tch!

Who did this, man?

Who?!

Him!

That's the guy.

The guy dancing with Tina?

He's dead meat.

Come on.

I want this pIace cIeared now.

CIub's cIosed. Move it!

You think I'm joking? Come on, move it!

Party's over, Iet's go!

Get out of here.

Get Iost!

Okay, TwinkIe Toes.

Where is my money, teII me now.

Carry the 9, divide by the GNP...

FortunateIy, funeraI bouquets

are deductibIe.

Ice this deadbeat.

Shoot him!

Thanks.

You got me, partner.

HoId me cIose,Red.

It's getting dark.

TeII Auntie Em to Iet OId YeIIer out.

TeII Tiny Tim I won't be coming home

this Christmas.

TeII ScarIet I do give a damn.

Pardon me.

Thank you.

You Iove me.

You reaIIy Iove me.

You're not going anywhere.

Drop it, TyreI!

Drop it.

You got a warrant?

Or did you come for a nightcap?

What I got is probabIe cause.

Your boys knocked over Edge City Bank.

Easy. You're giving me a woody.

And one was wearing a big,

green mask.

For once, you're right.

Except it wasn't one of my boys.

Maybe if you tried a IittIe

actuaI poIice work...

Cuff him.

We got a stiff upstairs.

It's a guy from the heist.

CaII that high-priced

Iawyer of yours.

We'II go downtown for a chat.

Get him out of here.

I know you're in there.

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