Stupid cops. They busted up the wrong house. They went in, blew everyone away! The wrong house! They got the Wong house. They got the "Wong" house. Shit, man. Lighten up. Where the hell was I? Yeah. I think I was, uh... This piece of shit was going to cut you up. Now you fucking do it. Do it! Fuck! Dallas was right. Hello. - Hey, Case. - Nick! Man, it's good to hear from you! Goddamn. I just wanted to tell you - - how much I enjoyed your visit. - I know you're pissed. Pissed? Oh, no, I'm not pissed. If you hadn't brought your friends along - - what would I have done with my day, man? I'd a missed out on being beaten and raped, abused, tied up, generally fucked up. - Casey... - Not to mention what you done for my house. What would you call it? Early-Gothic horror. I don't have time for this shit. I'm dead. Unless I make this next plane, you can write me off. - There's still a chance for you. - Where's the money, Nick? That's why I'm calling you. I stole it from the cops, - - and they ain't real happy about it. They're going to be coming after you. They already hit the house next door. It's only a matter of time. - What about the fucks you stole the shit from? - Oh, they're dead. Unfortunately, the niggers who they work for ain't. They're going to find you too, sooner or later. Come on, man. Where's the money? I hid it. I want you to get out of town for a while. Take a vacation... A second honeymoon. Something. One day when you're sitting on a beach sipping a cold one, - - spare tire around your waist, think about me, bro. - Where you going, Nick? - Can't tell you. Your car's at I.A.H. in short-term parking. There's a flight leaving for Paris tonight at 8:05. If I were you, I would be on it. - I got to go. - Hey, Nick, you really getting married, man? No, man. Not my style. Nick? I love you, Case. I'm sorry about the shit. Maybe one day I'll make it up to you. I got to go. Adios. Nick... Nick? Oh, fuck. Just a minute. Oh, shit, that's cold. Mr. Wells. Detective Kasarov. May I come in? Sure. This is a nice place you got here. I like the mailbox... cute. My wife's idea. I'll have to drive my wife by sometime... She'd... She'd love it. - Feel better now? - Tons. Keep yours. It's a gesture. - Mind if I get something to drink? - No, no. Help yourself. Casey, why don't you take a peek in that bag? I got a little something for you. Soy milk. I just love soy milk. You know, one of my kids is lactose-intolerant. So I ended up getting hooked on the shit. Couldn't get enough of it. I don't get too much anymore. Mmm. Ahh! Well... Why don't we... - handle our business like a couple of grown-ups. I mean, Casey, you know I didn't pop over here - - for some social visit. Your friend, Nicky, stole a lot of money from us. Killed a few officers, in the process. Deaths we can overlook. Okay? But we want our money back. Like I've been telling everybody come through here... I realize you don't have it, but you know where it is. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of your brain, - - you know. You can't tell me after all the time you spent with Nicky, - - you don't know, how his mind worked. You just figure it out. I'm telling you... I know how much you're doing to clean up your act. And I venture to guess that... - that your good-looking wife doesn't even know about your past. Right? Tell you what, Casey, I want to make you a deal. You have that money here tonight at 7:00... - and I'll make this fuckin' nightmare disappear. - Where do you got the bodies? - In the garage. Let's go. What the fuck is this? I didn't know what to do with them. Well, I'll tell you something, Casey, If I was you, - - I'd clean up this mess, because your wife's going - - to come home and she's not going to be very happy. Any suggestions? Well, I'll tell you, if I'm not mistaken... I think today's garbage ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Случайный Секс? на английском - текст Всё будет хорошо на английском - текст Окраина на английском - текст Экипаж на английском - текст Сибириада на английском |