Thief Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1981
- 122 min
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I don't know you.
I don't know
Get outta here. Carl!
Go ahead,
get the f*** outta here.
- Hold it.
- All right, all right.
Jesus Christ.
All right, do what he says.
- Do what he says.
- Lay down.
Go ahead.
Put your hands on your head.
Spread your legs. Now.
Hey, you, you goof!
Look at the wall.
I am the last guy
in the world...
that you want to f*** with.
You found
my money on Gags.
Let us pretend you don't know
whose money it is.
That's right.
I don't know who you are.
Three hours.
I will call to set a meet.
You will pay me my money...
$185,000.
Sit down.
Thanks for comin' on down
so soon.
I was comin' anyway.
- How's it goin'?
- Me?
I am doin' terrific.
Every day is a surprise.
It is real f***in' weird
out there.
It is nothing
like we figured out.
So what's to it, my man?
Same old sh*t. Morris finally busted
Red's pruno operation.
- And a lot of knifings going on.
- Yeah. Dope?
Yeah, that and sex.
You wouldn't believe the quality
of people they're puttin' in here.
Ten or 15 years ago, they'd have
dumped 'em in a funny farm somewhere.
Rapists, child molesters.
They put that sh*t in here
with the mainstream population.
Used to be, somebody like that,
if they lasted five days, it'd be a record.
Perverse.
How's the wife?
The wife?
There's nothing with the wife.
I pulled the plug.
What happened?
Uh, I, uh...
She does not know
I'm putting down scores...
and the rocket scientist that she is, she figures out...
That I am having affairs
with fancy ladies.
Anyway, it gets all screwy
and twisted.
What are you gonna do?
Well, I'm gonna
put it back together.
Look, I met this new chick,
this Jessie.
- You gonna marry her and have kids?
- Yes.
But, uh...
she does not know
what I do.
So what?
Do I bullshit her along, or what?
Lie to no one.
If they're somebody close to you,
you're gonna ruin it with a lie.
And if they're a stranger,
who are they you gotta lie to?
Hey, what do you need, man?
Get me out of here.
Ten months
and you're on the street.
- You know Doc Shelton?
- Yeah.
That old bastard's killed more guys
than the electric chair.
Well, I got angina somethin'
somethin' somethin'...
and I'm not gonna last
ten months.
And I don't want to die
in here, Frank.
Not in here.
Well, you got it.
Gotta go, kid.
You got it.
is what he said.
I'm telling you, this cocksucker's trouble.
We whack him out.
Is this the prowler?
- The guy Gags had?
- Has to be the one.
My name's Leo.
How are ya?
How am I? I am Frank.
Here's your money.
Jesus Christ!
There's two inches
of money out there.
- Is it all there?
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