Bullet Head

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[heavy breathing]

[thunder rumbles]

[rain patters]

[truck beeps]

[heavy breathing]

[animal snarls]

[footsteps]

[panting]

MAN 1:

Come here.

Yeah.

Good boy.

MAN 2:

Evening, sir.

[metal door sliding closed]

[machinery rumbling]

[animal panting]

[crowd shouting]

MAN 1:

Watch me.

Watch him.

[crowd cheering and shouting]

AUDIENCE MEMBER:

Just do it! Kill him!

MAN 1:

We're the competition.

PIT WORKER:

Good evening, sir.

[barking]

[dog growling]

Sit.

[dogs barking]

PIT BOSS:

Release your dogs!

[dogs snarling]

[police sirens wail distantly]

MAN:

Eddie...huh? Hey.

[car horn blares]

[men shouting]

[loud crash]

Eddie.

Yo.

Eddie.

I don't think

he's listening.

Eddie?

Why don't I hold onto that

for you.

Whole precinct's out there.

But they're looking

for four guys in a Cadillac.

We can split up the money,

just go solo on foot.

You got a 200-pound mag drill

in your back pocket

you been holding

and not telling us about?

The car is hidden from the

street unless they get close,

but we're sitting ducks

down here if they do.

[metal creaking]

Municipal storage facility.

Anyone with a car

owe you a favor?

Short notice,

short money?

Not in my Rolodex.

GAGE:

What the f*ck's a Rolodex?

Don't talk for a while, okay?

Watch yourself.

A lot further to fall.

STACY:

Car troubles.

Yeah.

Wild card came up a deuce.

Take us a day

to crack it.

I can make you whole then.

Right. Right.

What'd he say?

He said we're

all over the news.

Told us we're on our own

till nightfall at best,

and that he'd need

at least 50% hazard pay

to think about

sticking his neck out.

He said, "Call back

an hour before sundown."

He'll know if he can send a van,

if it's cooled off by then.

Fucking sundown?

What?

You stupid

piece of shit.

No one told me

there was alarms.

Yeah, that wouldn't

have mattered

if you stuck

with the fucking safe

instead of making a detour

to the pharmacy section

on your own initiative.

I saw an in,

I took it.

Look, I can-- I can flip dope.

That's good loot.

You fucked us!

No. We should have

had pieces.

Pieces? This was a soft in,

soft out.

This is no guns needed.

This is candy from a baby.

You going

to shoot a cop?

I don't know

who I'm going to shoot.

You watch that.

Look, we got the safe

and we got out.

That's a fucking score.

Oh, yeah. Why don't you

tell that

to our wheelman's wife?

I'm sure she'll be

very proud of us.

Maybe you give her a couple

hundred from your cut

for the casket.

Yeah, I-- I didn't need

to bring you in.

To your low-rent

box store job? Huh?

We'll be lucky if we pull

30K from this shit-show.

If you even give us a chance

to fucking crack this safe.

Thanks for the lead, ace.

F*ck you.

F*ck, you're stupider

than your fucking cousin.

Morons.

What?

What the f*ck?

He's sick.

Christ.

What the f*ck

would you know?

Son, I've spilled more dope

than you'll ever live to shoot.

Look, I...

I just didn't have my wake-up

this morning, all right?

So you figured you'd nab one

while we were on the clock?

Just let me get well.

All right?

Come on, man.

It's...

WALKER:

Your show.

I should let you

fucking sweat it.

It's the small bottle.

It's yellow powder.

Yeah.

[drops bag]

They got a sink

in here?

WALKER:
Have we been here

longer than you have?

Yeah, whatever.

Stay away from

the street-side windows.

And don't go

the f*ck outside.

Ah, f...

[panting]

You said this was

going to be easy.

Come on.

Almost there.

[traffic ambience,

cars passing distantly]

STACY:

Sometimes I pretend

the sounds of cars passing by

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