Mean Guns Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 104 min
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over to the city tonight.
It'll be ready.
Hey, moon...
Nothing else
will go wrong.
What the f*** is this?
I know the deal.
What is this?
I don't get it.
Marcus, what's up, stud?
How's the world?
Spinning right along.
Jesus, I told you bring her,
not rip her head off.
She's got a lot of balls
for an accountant.
Yes, she does.
Your boys are
kind of fresh, boss.
I'll make sure to tell 'em.
Come here, slut.
Aw, sweet pea, I didn't
expect you to be here.
This is like
a members only thing.
Big Bob said
it would be ok.
Did he?
Hey!
Best laid plans
of moon and men.
I'm sorry, boss.
Marcus, you keep your head
about you, ok, man?
Huh?
Makes you want to dance.
A**hole.
You have all
betrayed the syndicate.
Maybe in little ways
over a long period of time.
Maybe once.
Maybe one big time.
Maybe something in-between.
You blabbed, you stole,
you plotted,
you saw too much,
maybe you did too little.
Now, your individual sins
are written
right on the cards
right in front of you.
But I'm sure you know,
and we all know,
what happens to those
that betray the syndicate.
to murder you motherfuckers.
Throw your punk asses
in a big-ass hole,
cover it up with lime.
That'd be the easiest way.
But that ain't
the most interesting, nah.
So I convinced them,
why don't you let me give
out prizes to the winners?
Let the syndicate watch?
This sh*t's gonna be
better than pay-TV.
So look at all you
tough motherfuckers...
Who is the best killer in here?
I don't know.
Oh, sh*t.
Best backstabber...
Step up, claim your prize.
Gold, bronze, silver...
To the losers...
Who gives a f***?
We are gonna find out
who the coldest 3 motherfuckers
in this building are.
Better believe that sh*t.
What's the prize?
Obviously, loyalty means nothing
to anybody in this room.
The prize
is $10 million cash.
Split 3 ways.
That comes up to
for the coldest motherfuckers
in this building.
But every good game has to have
good, tough losers, too.
So, who are the losers?
So, what's the rules?
Just like life...
Survival of the fittest.
To win, you eliminate
the competition.
All competition!
Except 3.
vacated and cordoned off.
That's the ballpark.
Elevators and gates
are cut off and locked.
Everything else is open.
Deep inside the ballpark
is a briefcase filled
to the top with cash.
That's the prize.
Now, once everybody
gets spread out,
why don't you killers
give a guy a call?
Let me know what's going on,
who got took out.
That way I'll know
when my game's over.
The number's
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