Midnight Run

Moscone's Bail Bonds.
Hello, Eddie. Where's Jerry?
Never mind Jerry. Where the hell are you?
Feds picked him up 20 minutes ago.
-What for?
-What's the difference, man?

l never trusted that guy anyway.
-Where the hell are you?
-Where am l? l'm at the airport.

And guess who l'm with?
l'm with the Duke.

You got him! l love you!
-You want to say hello?
-Yeah. Put him on.

-Say hello.

Hello, you son of a bitch!
We got you...
...you son of a bitch!
Now say good-bye, you lying piece of shit,
'cause l'm letting him go.

Would've been a nice coffee shop.
l don't get it.
l did what l wanted to do.
l got you to LA before midnight, so....

l don't know what to say.
Don't say anything.
Knowing you, you'll make me want
to put those back on you again.