Truth or Consequences, N.M.

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Ready?

Let's do it.

Addy.

Come on, Addy. Let's go.

- Can I wait till the end of this song?

- Why? You're wearing a Walkman.

What the f*** do you think

they call it a Walkman for?

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I'm a little edgy.

- Are you sure you want to do this?

- Yeah.

You wouldn't do this unless

you thought it was a good idea, right?

- Right.

- That's enough for me.

You're my baby? Give me a kiss.

This is our chance

for something better, right?

Let's go.

- You got any change for the meter?

- No.

- What about that quarter?

- That's my special quarter.

- Why?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Is it a concept that's beyond me?

- You wouldn't believe it.

- Try me, Curtis.

- I don't think so.

I would like to hear the story.

Granted, I didn't look at it closely,

but it looked like an ordinary quarter.

It's not what it is, man.

It's what it represents.

Fine, you want to hear it?

This dude was telling me a story

about some cat who flipped a quarter -

- and it landed on its edge.

What are the chances of that happening?

Because it lands on its edge,

he can read people's minds.

If I can get one to land on its edge,

I can do that too.

That's an old episode of

"The Twilight Zone".

- What?

- That's "The Twilight Zone", dog.

- Half that stuff's true.

- No, it's all fiction.

I told you you wouldn't believe it.

You're a bona fide sceptic.

I don't see how someone can read

people's minds because of a coin.

Wouldn't the story be better

if the guy got hit by lightning -

- or took some experimental drug?

Then maybe I could buy into it,

but a coin on its side...

It's not my f***ing story, Addy.

As I recall the story, there was

nothing special about the coin.

Did the guy say there was

anything special about the coin?

- No.

- Then give me the f***ing quarter.

There's your f***ing quarter.

- I think we can do business.

- What kind of weight?

It depends on

how much money you've brought.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- You said nothing about guns.

- Shut the f*** up, Marcus!

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- You told me no one would be here.

- There wasn't supposed to be.

Come on, Raymond.

Raymond, you dumb cocksucker!

Do you think you're going to

move up on me?

- Think you can treat me like a punk?

- Shut up, Eddie.

Get the cases.

This is how you repay me

after everything I did for you?

What did you do for me, Eddie?

I did two years for you!

You give me a job moving crates.

F*** you and what you did for me!

You haven't thought this through.

You're ripping me off.

That's the easy part.

Living with what comes after

is the hard part.

If you make this play,

how far do you think you'll get?

I'll f***ing tell you!

The whole goddamned world

is not big enough to cover you ass!

Have you seen yourself?

You should take a look at yourself.

- You just pissed your pants.

- Shut up. You pissed your pants.

Shut the f*** up, Eddie!

Hey, muffin.

Your boyfriend pissed his pants.

- What did you do that for?

- You crazy motherf***er!

We're dead, Curtis. You f***ed us.

Please. I've got a family.

Let me show you...

- He was going for a gun!

- What the hell is wrong with you?

Sh*t! He's a f***ing cop!

You shot a goddamn cop, Curtis!

He's wearing a wire.

Pick up the f***ing case!

You shot a f***ing cop!

What are we going to do?

Pick it up!

Pick up the case.

Come on, come on!

Get in the back. Get down.

Don't shoot!

Shut up, Marcus!

Oh, sh*t.

- Come on.

- Move!

Go!

Request back-up! Officer down!

Curtis, don't!

- You said no one would be there.

- Nobody was supposed to be.

We had a situation arise

and we dealt with it.

No, you dealt with it!

All that craziness was yours!

- This was supposed to be a simple buy.

- Fine. It was my fault. Can we move on?

How many drug dealers are there

in this state, Curtis?

How many do you think

will get ripped off today?

And how many of them -

- will have a f***ing undercover cop

in their f***ing office?!

The odds must be a billion to one.

I need a computer to figure it out.

Are you finished yet?

- Dump the car.

- She's right, Curtis.

This was my daddy's car.

It's got a 350 bored out to a 386.

I don't care if it's got a p*ssy!

We've got to get rid of it!

Why's everybody yelling at me?

It went pretty well.

- How long are we going to stay here?

- Until I say it's time to leave.

- We have to come up with a new plan.

- We should run like hell.

No wonder you've been in prison twice.

Running like hell is no kind of plan.

Running is a damn sight better

than standing around.

That's your slave mentality talking.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

Why did every slave who tried to

book off the plantation get caught?

He didn't have a plan.

He didn't know where he was going.

First of all, I'm no f***ing slave.

Secondly, this is no plantation.

And we wouldn't be in this situation

if you weren't so trigger-happy.

We've got to look at the big picture.

People are dead.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

Curtis, that cop had a family!

We took it all away from him.

There's nothing we can do

to give it back!

I didn't plan this.

That's life. Sh*t happens.

You knew there were going to be risks,

so stop sitting there like some b*tch!

- Watch how you f***ing talk to her!

- Get out of my face.

We don't have time for this sh*t.

This sh*t is happening because of you.

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