Sunday, November 22, 2015
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Well, Tammy, it wasn't a lot of fun. I kept waiting for somebody to yell, "Cut." RE PO RTE R: Despite Lang's heroics the Party Crasher is still at large. Detectives are working around the clock. Hey, next time bring your keys, okay, asshole? You have a lot of explaining to do. Susan, hL What is it with you and this so-called partner or should I say box-office champ, Nick Lang? No, that, I can explain that. You lied to me. No, I didn't. He's a liar. He lied to me. What is this, some kind of a joke or something? No. Sweetheart, it's game It's not a joke, okay? It's, um game It's this thing that kinda just got out of hand, all right. Can you sit down? Okay game I don't want to sit down. Please, okay? I, uh game I game The way I feel about you, lhavenWfeH about a woman in a long, long time. So, you know, maybe we could, uh game You know, start over or I mean, uh game Uh game This is hard to say. But game I've been thinking a lot about it and we can't have a relationship. Sure we can. See, 'cause I can change. I'll try harder. No, it's not that. It's not you. You're fine. It's what you do. It's, um game It's all the violence. I have spent my life trying to run away from that. I cannot put Bonnie in a position where she doesn't know if her father's gonna come home alive every night or not. Uh game Yeah, I understand. Sure. Yeah, cops are too angry, too violent. Too risky to care about until you need one, then game Then we're the second coming, aren't we? Yeah, I, uh game I understand that one, all right. Susan? Sweetheart game Aw, shit! John, I figured it out! The Crasher's coming here. He's coming here to get you. Yeah, right, Nick. Please? It's the third act, John, it's the third act. The killer always tries to get revenge on the cop in the third act. It makes it more personal. What is this, some kind of story conference? This is real life, Nick! Where the killer stays as far away from the cops as possible. Now, look. Pack your shit and get out. Don't you get it? All right, okay, maybe he doesn't go after you. Maybe he goes after someone close to you. Or maybe he decapitates your horse or boils your rabbit. I don't have a horse. I don't have a rabbit. And I don't have anyone close to me. Susan! That's what he's gonna do. He's gonna try to hurt Susan. Wrong. Susan just dumped me. Any other bright ideas? What do you mean, "Susan just dumped you"? Didn't you just see her in the elevator? No. You didn't pass her in the lobby? No. - Hello? - It's me, John. See, I got your girl here. What I really want is you. Where are you? Well, I'm at the top of the world with your buddy, Nick Lang. Come on, you scumbag, where are you? You're the detective, you figure it out. Let me speak to Susan. Oh, she's an angel, Moss. But she doesn't have wings. Get it? Oh, God. Oh, God, no! "On top of the world with your buddy, Nick Lang." You don't have to do this, you know. Yeah, I know. Aah! Aah! Oh! Susan, grab my hand! Grab it! Aah! Oh! No! Aah! Susan! Susan! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Grab my hand! Ah! Reach! Yes! Come on! Come on! Oh, God! You're not a real hero! People need real heroes! All right. Wait, wait! Wait, wait! Hold on! Okay, okay. Don't let go. Quit smoking, you little cockroach! Aah! Come on! All right. Hey! Hey! Where's Nick? I got him! I got him! I'm gonna get that son of a ! PARTY CRASHERI Aah! Oh! Oh! Susan! Susan! Hey, yo! Check this out, man. John, help! Susan, Susan! Oh, God. Susan! Hang on! Oh, God, just hang on! Son of a ! John! Don't let go and don't look down! Okay! Oh! I think he went to get your gun. I'll take care of him. You go after her. Oh, no! John! Aah! My shoe! Oh, shit! That was a Ferragamo! Aah! Aah! Hurry! Susan! Aah! Damn! I'm coming! Aah! Aah! Aah! Susan! Hurry! - Oh! - It's okay. All right, I'm coming down. Oh, I hate these ing billboards! Okay. You gotta reach, Susan. Grab my wrist. All right! h, my God! Aah! Grab my wrist! Oh, my God! Hurry! Hey, asshole! Come on. Okay, got you. I Will kill you! Go on, kill me! ! Oh! Son of a ! Hello! Goodbye. This isn't the movies, stupid! Aah! Nick, oh, God.
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