No Escape Page #3
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- Year:
- 1994
- 118 min
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Oh, and the father sent over
some salve for your leg.
Nasty.
Why do they call him the father?
Because that's what he is
to all of us.
Must be the dust.
Why are you following me?
Holy sh*t!
Don't sneak up on me like that.
I wasn't. I was just...
I heard you escaped from Marek.
No one's ever done that before.
I just wanted to meet
the badass son of a b*tch who did...
- Don't.
- Sure. Sorry.
Hey, I understand.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Just leave me alone, okay?
Absolutely.
Wet Dreams.
That's what I call this place.
Wet Dreams.
Sometimes I come here
Newark.
It's about 5,000 miles that way.
I used to think it was a real slum.
Right now I'd kiss the gutters.
Start swimming.
Are you kidding?
I got a problem with sharks.
I got the same thing with rats.
Wait.
Stephano!
This is my friend Mr. Robbins.
Don't touch him.
Mr. Robbins, this is Stephano.
Anything you need, he's got it.
Okay, I like the boots.
Here's the deal.
You sign 'em to me
for what I call "merchandise on hand".
You keep the boots.
But when you die, they're mine. Okay?
He does that with everyone.
What kind of merchandise do you have?
In the inventory today, I got
two dozen potatoes. Very few bruises.
I got five pairs of underwear.
They're real clean.
Size 44. Fruit of the Loom.
Yeah, okay. I got, um...
I got 14 disposable razors.
They're pink, but
who gives a sh*t, right?
Hey, you a ballplayer?
You look like a ballplayer.
I got a first baseman's mitt.
Huh? You a righty? What?
What are you doing?
I'm trying to do business here.
- I found some rubber.
- I'm overwhelmed.
Here, take my sack...
and bring it up the cliff...
and quit bothering me.
Hey, I want this mitt.
Come on back!
I gotta have something you want.
Got a boat?
A boat.
I love those boots!
What are you doing?
No one goes out at night.
I don't take orders anymore.
We're all cons here.
We're all lifers.
And just like in the joint,
we got rules.
You could've been an Outsider.
You're lucky I didn't kill you.
You think I'm lucky?
Count your blessings.
You know what I want.
Come on.
Don't be shy with that.
Beautiful.
This is my absolute,
goddamn favorite.
This is good, ain't it?
Yeah, if you like roadkill.
It's not for everyone.
Why were you sent here, Casey?
The Weinberger Kidnapping.
You did that?
I was just a gopher. Drove the car,
went for coffee, fed the kids.
We kept 'em in this little closet.
I kept telling the boss
it's hard to breathe...
but he had a million dollars
in the brain.
I would've never hurt 'em.
I had a brother and sister
their age.
Supply drop.
- What?
- Supply drop.
It's for the Outsiders.
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