Midnight Run

-What the fuck are you smilin' about?
-l love to travel by train.

Yeah? What do you think this is,
a class trip?

Are you always this angry?
Look. Right now l'm in a great mood.
Wait till l'm cooped up on that thing
and you won't be smilin'.

You'll be runnin' for that jail cell.
Still gonna make your schedule?
l'll make it, 14 hours to spare.
Nice. lt's a double.
-There'll be a lot of room.
-Glad you like it.

Thanks, 'Cause they're starting
to cut into my wrists. Thank you.

lt just gets the skin after a while.
-Get in there.
-What do you want? What?

Come on.
-Why would you do that?
-You'll enjoy yourself.

This is my room, and that's your room.
Good night.

-Can l help you guys?
-Special Agent Mosely, FBl.

-Mosely? Are all you guys named Mosely?
-What the hell are you talking about?

-You're here to pick up a prisoner, right?
-How did you know that?

He was afraid to fly,
so he got off the plane.

He left with an Agent Mosely.
Sir, that must mean that Walsh
has your identification.

ls this Moron Number 1?
Put Moron Number 2 on the phone.

Yeah, Jimmy. He's, right here. Hold on.
He's pissed.
You told me this guy
would be on the plane.

That's the information we got.
''That's the information we got.''
l want this guy taken out,
and taken out fast.

You two better start getting more involved
in your work...

...or l'll stab you in the heart with a pencil.
You understand?