introduce myself. My name is John Kimble, and I love my car. I'll keep an eye on it for you. You got a beautiful ride. Shit. Who does he think he is? He's lucky I didn't kick his ass. Open up. You can't come in. Thank you. What the fuck? All right, party's over. Everyone go home. Next time, my place. So who are you, man? Shit! I'm the party-pooper. Hi, Cindy. Do you mind if I sit down? No. Sit down, man. Oh, it's so nice to see you again. What are you doing here, you asshole? Cindy, I don't like you using foul language, not a classy girl like you. Don't you have anything better to do? You don't understand. I have nothing else to do, and I have nowhere else to go. Why are you staring at me like that? I like you, Cindy. I'm going to be around you a lot... days, nights, weekends, holidays. No. No, you can't. Yes, I can. I'm going to hang out with you until the end of time. All right, move it in. Let's go. Step onto the numbers. Face front. Everybody, hands to your side. That's the creep. Who? Number five. That's him. Good. Very good. Mr. Crisp, you will be remanded into custody until your trial. Bailiff, remove the prisoner. Shh. Don't say anything. Just take it easy. I'll take care of it. Trust me. You know what to do? I'm your mother, aren't I? Mind if I talk to my friend a little bit? I'm not talking to anybody without my lawyer. He's right in here. You give me the names of your drug suppliers and distributors, and I'll tell the judge what a nice, cooperative killer you are. You think the jury's going to convict me on the testimony of that junkie? You could be right. But what about your wife? You remember her? All that hard-earned drug money she stole from you? How much was it, $3 million? I bet she would make a much better witness. Kimble, you've wasted years chasing after me, and what has it gotten you, hmm? Nothing. I'll be out in a week, and you'll still be eating take-out food in that dump you live in. Yeah, I know all about you, Kimble. Without me, you wouldn't even have a life. My old lady left 'cause of the money. Yours left because she just couldn't stand the sight of you. I've never seen anyone so little eat so much. Yeah, I know. I'm hypoglycemic. If I don't eat regularly, I get a little nuts. So... where you from? Austria. How long you been a cop? I been a cop for 12 years. My father was a cop, my brother was a cop, my mother was a cop's wife. And I have no hobbies. You two are booked on the first flight to Portland tomorrow. Locate Crisp's wife and offer her immunity in exchange for her testimony against him. No offense to O'Hallahan, but this is my case, and I work alone. He works alone. Not anymore. She's going in undercover as a substitute kindergarten teacher. Not exactly a job for you. I used to be a teacher. We'll be fine. What do I do? She locates the kid, you find the mother and the cash, and Crisp spends his life making license plates. Bon voyage. Oh, and, Kimble, the name's O'Hara. OK. Here's the wife at 17. Real name's Rachel Myatt. She's from Hannibal, Missouri, class of '76. Cheerleader, first violin in the school orchestra, captain of the girls' softball team. Her ambition was "To travel, experience life, and meet interesting people." Like Crisp. Okay. Relax. Don't let him get to you. That's her 10 years later. It's a great shot of an ear. You get in touch with her parents? They're both dead. The only relative she's got left is the kid. Hey. Okay. This is the only picture we have of him. Cullen Jr., aged 3 months. - That helps much. - It's the best I could do. - Breakfast, sir? Ma'am? - Please. No. No, no. That's a first. Listen, I was just thinking. Maybe we should take a wild stab at getting to know each other before we have to pretend we're married. What do you want to know? How long have we been married? A long ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Последняя Ночь на английском - текст Гран Торино на английском - текст Волшебная лампа Аладдина на английском - текст 48 часов на английском - текст Ганг Хо на английском |