The End of Violence Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 122 min
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this is going nowhere.
He sussed it.
This guy's amazing.
Think about it now.
You don't wanna
kill him.
I don't wanna
kill him.
Maybe there's some other way we can
enter the 20th century driving a Mercedes.
I am not going back
to stealing!
Maybe there's other stuff
we could do.
What other stuff? I
don't know. Something.
Some... business.
We could go into business,
maybe.
Maybe... maybe
the entertainment business.
The what?
Now I've f***ing heard
everything!
Shh! Shh!
Keep it down.
First you talk
to the hostage.
Then you renege
on your part.
And now,
now you wanna go...
into the entertainment
business!
What kind of bullshit
you been telling him?
It's not bullshit.
- He produced your favorite movie.
- It's true.
It happens
to be my favorite too.
In my pocket...
is my card.
You have your what?
Your...
your card? Huh?
You want me to take
your f***ing card?
- You dipshit, slimy, no-good
little weasel! - Frank... no.
Huh? Huh? Let me give
you my business card.
You know what you can both do with your stupid,
stinking, f***ing entertainment business?
Jesus, Frank, no!
I want to give you...
a million bucks...
in points.
Points!
What the hell's "points" mean?
It means a piece
of the profits.
It means...
a percentage.
It means percentage!
When was the last time
somebody gave you percentage?
Shut up, Lowell,
or I will torture you.
Never is when.
Never did, never will.
Come over here.
Come over here.
One more...
f***ing chirp,
and there's gonna be
a percentage of your carcass...
all over this hill!
Hi, Ray.
Didn't think
I'd find you there so late.
Anyway, I'm finally sending you
a cleaning lady... Mathilda.
She'll start tomorrow.
She's from Salvador.
She passed security.
Speaks five words of english,
badly.
by the death squads,
except for
her little daughter.
They have you working late
at Nasa every night like this?
Yeah. Um,
why don't you, uh...
why don't you
send her over?
Okay.
Get some sleep.
What the f***?
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
So dark and empty, with spikes in the
aing and the room so small it sweats.
But I know it's no different
on the street,
except if you get shot, be one
of them lucky victims you can see.
"Drive by. Drive by."
Everybody love to say it.
But when you're in that room
you can lie there, play dead,
stand up on your head.
Make no difference.
Daddy don't go by.
He comes inside.
After a hard day
at whittier,
he comes all the way inside
that room, that bed, my pajamas.
He comes all the way inside my
room, and he don't stop there.
He goes inside my crack,
and he don't stop there.
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