Dead Bullet Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 90 min
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tonight.
Don't tell me.
Not that.
No. Take those in there
and get some money for me.
Why?
Because I like you.
Why can't you do it yourself?
Because I asked you to do it.
It'll be worth your while.
All right.
That's a good girl.
There you go.
Ah.
I told you it'd be worth
your while.
I hope this doesn't
come back to haunt me.
It won't, babe.
Now that's for you.
You're a prick.
Mm-hmm.
Goodbye.
So, how do you know
this f***ing weirdo, anyway?
You could say
he's a distant uncle.
- An old friend of sorts.
- An uncle?
He's a friend.
He's f***ing weird.
- Oh, we go back. Trust me.
- I do trust you.
I just don't trust him.
Just keep thinking
about all the nice things
you can buy afterwards.
That'll ease your mind.
You got plans?
Yeah. And?
Nah, it's nothing.
Come on, tell me.
You're really not
going to tell me?
All right.
Well, remember a few years back
when we all went
to that old-ass ghost town
with all them stinky-ass burros
walking around?
- Oatman.
- Yeah.
It's the farthest I've ever been
outside this whole desert.
People talk about places
like France and New York
or whatever the f***.
But, man...
I've never been past
little-ass Oatman, Arizona.
And that's where I'm going
to buy the most beautiful,
bright-red Chevelle.
Something like a '68.
mother clear across the Mojave,
one highway next to the ocean.
I told you that son of a b*tch
was green.
You know what
Was that there was going to be
a lot more money
That's what you said.
- Did I say that?
- Yeah.
Well, maybe I got something else
you and your hermano
might be interested in.
He's not my hermano,
motherf***er.
He's my brother.
You're making it
a real bad habit
of wasting my f***ing time.
100,000 make it worth
your f***ing time?
There you go.
100,000, motherf***er.
- I'm just f***ing with you.
- That's all.
- F***ing...
I'm just f***ing...
F***.
Positive this is the right spot?
Yeah.
- How long has it been?
- Just wait.
- You want a stoke?
- No.
Wait, yeah, give me one.
- I'm going to go for a walk.
- Just don't go too far.
Yeah, you'll see me.
Hola.
I see you brought
the gardener, huh?
Where's Dick?
Dick sent us.
So...
go ahead and hand over
the chips.
We've got the paper
in the front seat.
Who's that?
Him?
That's my gardener.
Where's the money?
We do everything right here.
Nice. All right,
what do we got here?
Let's see.
Oh, sh*t.
Now the f***ing money.
What the f*** is this?
Where's the f***ing money?
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